The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 56

Will it end up like this again today?

The faint sound of the buckle coming undone as she squirmed rang in her ears. Then, pressing his stiffly e***t c**k against her, he whispered lowly.

“You don’t want it?”

How could he say that after getting this far?

“C-Cassis… sir…”

“If you don’t want it, I won’t force it in today.”

Even as he spoke, his fingertips glided steadily upward—from her hips, between the ridges of her spine, all the way to the nape of her neck. This illusion of choice was worse than not giving her one at all, a small, stinging torment.

What should she do? The answer was already clear, but the useless, lingering shame made it impossible to blurt out that she wanted it. Evelyn felt heat pooling between her untouched folds and let out a thin protest.

“Y-You’re busy… today. That… the Watcher, or whatever, is—ah!—coming back…”

“I have plenty of time to hold you.”

Then his hands kneaded the slightly tense muscles of her wing joints, moving to rub her armpits one after the other. The conflicting sensations—tingling stimulation and the relief of loosening fatigue—were unbearable. She’d rather he just picked one. Her body, caught between arousal and relaxation, sank deeper into confusion.

“Ah—hah, that can… wait… ah…”

He understood exactly what she meant without her having to say it.

“Tell me with your mouth which side you want me to push aside.”

Now he was grinding the tip of his c**k openly against her pubic mound. Just a little lower and it would be… right there. But even this was its own kind of thrill, something she couldn’t resist. The coarse friction and the wet, rustling sounds muddled her senses until Evelyn could no longer hold back—she clung to his neck like a child, wrapping her arms around him.

Once again, today, she had lost to him.

“Ah, please… hold m—nngh!”

As if he’d been waiting for those words, his c**k, which had been teasing everywhere but where she needed it, slid down and plunged deep inside. Just as her mind began to blur, that thick intrusion pried open her clenched entrance, spreading her wide.

“Nngh…!”

It was rare for Cassis to let out even the shortest moan during s*x. The panting, the crying, the desperate cries of pleasure—those were hers alone. The slick, squelching sounds of their bodies colliding were the only proof of their connection.

And with each thrust, she felt an absurd, swelling excitement, grinding her soaked body against his equally drenched uniform until it almost hurt. The rough fabric, stiffened by the water, scraped against her sensitive skin, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her.

Between her trembling lips, the words spilled out unbidden.

“Ah—ahh… it’s so good…!”

Evelyn—!

Cassis felt something strange at her unusually eager response. His heart, which he’d thought numb, throbbed faintly, as if kicked by the force of her pleasure.

Evelyn felt pleasure so easily. Despite her innocent demeanor, she was wet, flushed, quick to arousal, easily frightened, prone to backing down at the slightest harsh word—and yet, she came so easily. Put together, all those traits reminded him of one thing.

A ripe, dripping fruit.

‘Like a perfectly ripe peach.’

A plump, juicy peach that fits snugly in the palm was far healthier and more pleasing than the shy orange jasmine blossoms. Though if it was too sweet, bothersome bees might come swarming. Even though he knew that a nymph couldn’t change the symbol she was born with, he suddenly felt an inexplicable longing.

Cassis grabbed the part of her body that most resembled a peach, her a*s. His touch was as cunning as a fox’s—so much so that Evelyn didn’t even realize what was happening until his fingers dug in. In this state, the only thing she could grasp was the sensation he forced upon her.

“Ah— Ah…!”

As her right b*****k was seized, her body tilted slowly to the opposite side. Cassis deftly blocked her left shoulder with his own, then braced her back to keep her from collapsing.

“Lean on me completely.”

“Hng, uh…”

“Just let your legs do the work and sink into me the same way, Evelyn.”

After those obscene words, the only thing that followed was action. The thick c**k, not yet fully sheathed, scraped against her tight p***y as it pushed deeper, spreading her open with force. And yet, his hands roamed everywhere, kneading her flesh with deliberate greed, stoking her arousal higher to the point where he played with her chest and n*****s.

“I’m going to move.”

Cassis’ actions could always be described as impatient. His c**k was monstrously large, and Evelyn, inexperienced in s*x, had no strength left to adjust her hips to match his rhythm. For her, it was all she could do to stay conscious as he split her open, driving into her like a blade.

“Ah— Ah— Hng— Kkh—!”

Even the moans that burst from her throat were cut short, blunt and fragmented. Evelyn felt as if her insides were being impaled by that hot, rigid flesh—as if she were being shattered to pieces. Her legs, stretched to their limit, couldn’t wrap gently around his waist and instead kept painfully scraping against the hem of his coat and the rough fabric of his pants.