The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 197

Cassis could have held back longer, but he decided to e*******e fully inside her. He relished the feeling of his s***n, released into her tight passage with a soft gurgling sound, remaining within Evelyn’s body. He curved the corners of his mouth into a faint smile, then resumed thrusting his hips.

“Ah… hngh, it’s coming out down there. Ah…”

“That’s the idea.”

It would be even better if less flowed out and more was absorbed by your body.

He deliberately kneaded her upper b******s, giving her lower opening some breathing room, then thrust his hips again, plunging deep inside. Different spots were being poked and thrust into compared to when they were face-to-face, causing Evelyn to exhale heavy, muffled breaths. When she finally managed to lift her slipping shoulders and brace herself on her elbows, the sweat-soaked opal necklace slapped against the back of her hand. The cold, damp sensation combined with the sticky texture made her frown instinctively.

“Mmmph… hngh…”

Cassis lowered his gaze, watching her panting in the mirror, and murmured,

“It suits you quite well. What next? Hmm, a crown wouldn’t be bad. Either mine or a tiara that fits your head nicely would do.”

Ah, a crown. That’s right.

The moment he spoke, he was delighted, already planning his next agenda. Making a tiara would take ages, no matter where he ordered it, but he had the king’s crown, which he had barely used since his enthronement. Of course, it would easily slip past her small head, but adjusting the circumference to rest lightly on top wouldn’t be difficult.

To kiss her face as it would sink under the weight of heavy jewels and gold, to lick her cheeks, flushed like ripe apples, to touch her neck, and then…

Damn, that’s for later. I need to focus on now.

He licked the inside of her lips with his tongue, wanting to torment her a little more. He wanted to further awaken this foolish body that held his s***n without knowing how to clench, accepting him with legs spread wide open.

Cassis leaned down, lifted her chin, and made her look into the mirror as he asked, “Who is inside this? Tell me what you see.”

“Mmph, hngh… me… and, hngh, Lord Cassis… mmm…”

As she barely managed to give the correct answer, his c**k slammed against her b******s with a wet slap, ramming his not-quite-fully-inserted member all the way in. His t*******s pounded between her thighs, pressing tight, and Evelyn’s wide eyes lost focus.

“Hmph… uhh…

“You seem to enjoy being held while watching in the mirror, Evelyn.”

Her face flushed crimson, her deepest desire, which she had sworn never to reveal, now exposed. Before today, whenever he held her, she was too breathless to know how she appeared in his eyes, or what the man mounted on her body looked like. Today, she had finally glimpsed it.

When Evelyn tried to avert her gaze, his fingers gripped her chin, holding it firm, and he uttered obscenely depraved words.

“From now on, it might be good to enjoy ourselves like this sometimes, whenever you start to forget. Then one day, I’ll blindfold you and hold you in front of the mirror. I’m eager to see how your eyes will struggle, trying to confirm your own reflection as you’re taken by me. How does that sound to you?”

“Mmph… hngh!”

With his lewd words, he thrust his hips, and his s***n, already hot inside her, surged back out, mixing with her love juice as it streamed forth.

As the sticky flow touched his thighs, Cassis grinned wryly, gripping her raised b******s and thrusting relentlessly. Evelyn’s body greedily swallowed his manhood, which moved in and out without pause. Just as her body, leaning on the small chair as if it were a savior, began to slip sideways, the time filled with ecstasy finally came to an end.

***

A new morning greeted Evelyn after that day.

Now, she woke and slept on the second floor every day, and her moments of feeling lonely, even when alone, became incredibly rare. The reason was simple: Cassis left at least one trace of himself behind every time he visited.

There were notes he’d written for her in three different languages while she slept, coats and shirts he’d shed, belts, intentionally separated cuff links, and even an apple left for her to eat first thing in the morning.

Evelyn greedily held onto everything he left behind. Only after his scent had completely faded would she place his clothes and accessories in the basket for the spirits; before then, it was unthinkable. On nights he couldn’t come upstairs, sweet sighs filled her bed. His coat transformed into a sheet, embracing her lonely shoulders, and his shirt collar, crushed between her legs, soaked up her clear fluids before being washed by her own hands in the morning.

Crunch.
Her white teeth bit through the apple skin, chewing and swallowing the yellow flesh that would have carried the man’s essence. She had made the paring knife float, ready to ask the spirits to cut it for her, but she shook her head, and the knife promptly returned to its place.

I’ll eat it all. I don’t want to give up even a single drop of juice that might get on the knife…

This room must be enchanted. A wicked witch’s spell, making her so shamelessly greedy and devoid of any modesty. It felt almost like a curse.