The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 240

Evelyn, submitting to the unspoken pressure to leave it, shifted her gaze. His upper body was completely bare, so next, it was time to deal with the curves below. Swallowing unconsciously, she grasped his sturdy belt but couldn’t quickly undo it, fumbling once more.

Of course, there were women’s belts in her own dressing room. Spirits helped her, and it was easy enough to put on and take off on her own, but she had never done it for someone else, so it was difficult. Here or there? While aimlessly scratching at the metal buckle of the belt, a low, even voice gave her a revelation.

“Press here.”

The man’s finger swiftly covered the back of her hand, moving it. As her wrist endured several presses against the sharply swelling outline of his c**k beneath the belt, the heavy, thick belt was soon released.

Evelyn, holding his belt awkwardly, appeared strangely alluring in his eyes. Her innocent, bewildered expression, as if she knew nothing, was perfect for captivating a man, and the form beneath was no less so. Above all, it was there, uniquely suiting the black belt she held. The pubic hair sprouting below seemed especially luscious today.

What reaction would Evelyn show if he were to gently scratch there with his finger, not painfully? If he were to smear the glistening fluid from below and sweep it upwards, would she cry and tell him not to tease her?

He wanted to see, wanted to hear. He was intensely curious about her reaction and yearned to press their bodies together soon. His desire and heart quickening, Cassis gestured to the floor with his chin.

“Throw it down.”

With a clatter, the King’s belt was carelessly discarded from her hand. Disliking anything in the way, he had already placed his own clothes on the chair by the side table and now looked down at the trousers that encased his lower abdomen.

Truly troublesome. If it weren’t for the sole purpose of awakening Evelyn’s thoughts, he would have wished to strip off everything, even his shoes, before entering this bedroom in the future. By now, he too was letting out a thick, lust-laden sigh, following her lead.

Her fingers grasped the trousers that tightly hugged his hips and began to pull them down. Deliberately avoiding the thick, elongated outline that rose heavily to the left of his center, she gradually revealed his white body. When his firm ankles finally caught in her hands, Cassis uttered something that was impossible to tell if it was a joke or serious.

“I thought a thousand years had passed.”

“A-Am I that clumsy…?”

“From now on, if you want to be with me, come to me first and strip me without a word. Even if it’s during a meal, it doesn’t matter.”

Hiding his own filthy desire within his encouragement for her, Cassis barely endured the final stage of his trousers fully slipping past his ankles. Ah, how long and hard it had been to get to this point!

The moment he reached out an arm, eager for his reward, Evelyn hesitated, then spoke.

“Please lie down….”

“Hmm?”

“I, I have wings, so it’s awkward to lie underneath…. So, I have no choice. If you lie down, well…. I’ll get on top and try.”

Her somewhat daring words made him want to comply, but there were questionable parts. Evelyn was forcefully in heat because of the powder’s effect; it was obvious her lower body muscles were not relaxed. At a time like this, he worried if she might get hurt if he, with his greedy e******n, were to insert himself into her while she lay down.

Cassis, with the hand that was about to grasp her b*****s, stroked her ear and said,

“I’ll loosen you up a little.”

“Yes…? Ah, haat…! Wait a moment!”

“And then, as you wish.”

Without warning, Cassis embraced her, then reached out to tickle her luxuriant wings. To be precise, he reached between her wing feathers to see if there were any tangled parts, and intended to thoroughly burn away any remaining powder heavily clinging to them by infusing his hand with magic. After all, these wings would regenerate on their own over time even if slightly damaged, so there was no harm.

Evelyn’s body in his arms thrashed and twitched as if being penetrated. The nerves, now perfectly connected to her body, seemed to give her no rest. Cassis, ignoring her struggles, diligently performed his task. Even as her wings were being touched, she couldn’t overcome the tension and stimulation tightening between her legs, twisting her body, but he did not release her.

As he fondled the central area where the wings could fold, Evelyn’s lower abdomen tightened, then relaxed, and she leaned into him.

“Ah, there… Hmph, w-wait a moment. There… ah….”

“There’s a lot of powder here.”

He plunged his hand deep into the folded part of her wings, manipulating his magic to cleanly burn away the powder hidden there. Then, as a finishing touch, he ran his fingers through the feathers, meticulously checking for any remnants. Meanwhile, Evelyn, intensely aroused, clung to his chest, letting out plaintive moans mixed with coquetry.

“Ah, hmph…. It’s hard, it’s hard. Haa! Hah….”

“Have you forgotten what you just said? That you’d get on top of me and sway your hips. Can’t you even bear this much contact?”

He whispered, stroking her back as she pressed against him. After cleanly burning away all the remaining powder between her feathers, only a faint, sweet scent remained between her wings. A sudden urge to inhale it seized him, and he supported the back of Evelyn’s head, making her lean against him, and stretched his neck.