The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 241

“Ah!”

A breathy moan brushed past his ear. The wings, which had ceased even the slightest movement, twitched and raised their feathers as they buried themselves against his nose and lips. The thought that he was being seduced not by Evelyn’s body, but by something as trivial as her extravagant wings, seemed vulgar, but Cassis didn’t care. They would fall off by tomorrow anyway, so he ought to enjoy them to his heart’s content today.

Presently, his hands began to gently grasp and knead the folded parts of her wings, one by one. At that, Evelyn clawed at his skin with the hands that were hugging him, letting out a lewd cry. Red marks slowly began to stain his body, which had been pale under the penetrating daylight.

Cassis, enjoying the hot, tingling sensation on his back as if sparks were flying, tickled her wings even more. Evelyn, who had been trying to endure the agonizing yet sweet stimulation in his arms, gave up and tried to pull her body back.

But that, too, did not go as she wished. Her body was suddenly thrust upward, and before she knew it, Cassis was lying on the bed, and she was straddling his thighs. The firmness she felt against her c**t made her face flush instantly.

Unlike her, whose flesh below the waist was uniquely plush and soft, the man’s lower body was firm, smooth, and hard. That was why, even though Evelyn liked being held by Cassis, touching him down there felt overwhelming and difficult.

What should I do? While she hesitated, her body tilted slightly, and his c**k brushed against her leg, boasting an extraordinary bulk. Unable to bear the sight of it standing fully e***t, she tried to look away, but the owner of said c**k urged her on.

“You have to get in position.”

“Ah….”

“If you can’t do it, put your knees up and lift your a*s. I’ll help you.”

As he, lying down, lifted his head and made the suggestion, Evelyn awkwardly raised her body. Her tightly tensed waist was incredibly stiff, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Cassis’s gaze was fixed below her navel, on the shyly sprouted pubic hair. He himself had no idea why that looked so damn good to him today. Such a perverse taste. He firmly suppressed his lecherous thoughts, placed his hands on her waist, and moved her into the right position.

“Keep your legs spread. Don’t you dare close them.”

His two hands grasped her a*s as if she were a precious vase and slowly lowered her down. As his length pressed tightly against her, the entrance to her c**t was crushed open, filling her to the brim. The sensation was more explicit than when he took her on her back, and her hips moved on their own.

He grabbed her sides, kneading them to release her pent-up tension, then delivered a sharp slap to her a*s. The sound was loud, but it didn’t hurt at all, and her eyes widened.

Now, it’s your turn.

Giving her a silent command with his eyes, he shifted his body toward the head of the bed and leaned against the pillows. She was now in a position to look down on him, which made her hesitate a little. She even thought it had been better when she was held by him anxiously behind the curtain, on the table, or in the study with the door slightly ajar.

Still, she couldn’t run away. Above all, where could she possibly go with these golden wings that had now become no different from a punishment? Resigned, she bit her lip hard and began to move her body, only to be startled by a finger poking her lower abdomen.

“Ah!”

“Don’t bite your lip.”

Even though she hadn’t bitten it hard enough to leave a mark, if it had displeased Cassis, it was best not to do it. She nodded and, keeping her lips slightly parted, began to sink her body down onto him.

It’s hard. It’s not easy. Every time she ground her hips and sank lower onto him, her mind grew dizzy and her eyelids begged to close. Just as her eyes, hazy with desire, were about to flutter shut, his hand mercilessly gripped her knee.

“Stay with me.”

“Hngh, hhhut!”

Her body, which had been about to slump, was pulled taut, and goosebumps erupted down her spine. At the same time, her wings, which had been neatly folded, spread out, even brushing against the canopy surrounding the bed.

Lacking the presence of mind to even fold her wings, she moved her lower body sluggishly, struggling to grind on him. In reality, Cassis was doing all the work; she couldn’t take him any deeper and was just rotating on top of what was already inside her. Still, since more than half of him was buried snugly inside her, even if her hip movements were clumsy, she could do everything that needed to be done.

Before long, the wet sound of her inner walls being stirred echoed, and Evelyn’s eyebrows relaxed in relief. As her body showed signs of loosening up warmly, he also moved. Toward that place he had breathlessly waited for, toward the dark patch of pubic hair.

As tCassis’s fingers touched the roots of her sparse pubic hair and then her c**t, which had been demurely hidden, Evelyn convulsed, her chest thrusting forward and her back arching. His c**k, which had filled her inner walls but had since faded from her awareness, now mercilessly boasted its volume, filling her lower belly.

Cassis considered grabbing her there, as was his usual habit, but stopped. She was the type to cry out that it was too much even when lying on her back; if he tried it in this position, he felt Evelyn would just collapse on the spot, wings and all.