The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 68

The tiny, hidden hole near her v***a was warm enough that it didn’t resist the wicked intrusion of his fingers. Even without being slick, it yielded easily—no doubt because her body had grown accustomed to frequent lovemaking. Cassis pressed his lips together, sliding his finger inside and exploring the tight, clenching heat.

Her consciousness was still lost in the depths of sleep, but her body responded vividly to the relentless stimulation. Soon, a lewd, squelching sound filled his ears, as if mocking the idea that she could ever be dry. Her thighs twitched at the familiar touch between them, her p***y convulsing weakly before finally squeezing around his finger.

“Evelyn.”

He had lost count of how many times he’d called her name.

At the sound of his voice—hoarse, almost broken—her heavy eyelids fluttered faintly. But she was too deeply exhausted to wake.

Instead, her sleeping body reacted on its own, betraying her unconscious satisfaction. The strange heat blooming in her lower belly must have confused her, because her legs began to shift restlessly. The rustling of her petticoat irritated him, so he stripped it away first, then lifted her arms one by one over her shoulders, successfully peeling off her chemise as well.

A pang of guilt flickered through him, but it was quickly drowned out by the sight of her bare torso—ripe for his hunger.

“Your tits… so f*****g perfect.”

Aside from the rosy peaks of her n*****s, her skin was milky pale, the kind that begged to be sucked raw. Where do you want my mouth first? Tell me with your color. What would Evelyn say if he spoke those words? Instead of voicing such filth, Cassis decided to show her.

He cupped the full weight of her b****t in his palm, squeezing gently, and the warm, pliant flesh molded to his fingers in a way that made his c**k throb. Then—her hips rocked, as if searching for the fingers that had abandoned her. The way her body writhed, desperate for more, left no room for patience.

“You…are….”

Even in her sleep, she was a wicked nymph, tempting him without mercy.

Cassis couldn’t take it anymore. Biting down on his own lip, he pulled out his hardened c**k. In the past, the way it twitched impatiently—before he could even press it against her tight entrance—had sent his mood plummeting into the abyss. It disgusted him, how easily he became enslaved to something as base as desire.

“Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn…”

Now, he wanted her awake. The fun of playing alone could only go so far—he wanted to share the pleasure, to move together, to breathe in sync. He didn’t want to resort to shaking her delicate little body violently just to rouse her. No, he wanted her to open her eyes for him like a miracle.

“Mmmnn…”

No matter how many times he called her name, she only gave the faintest twitch of her brows, showing no sign of waking. If anything, she seemed to enjoy his touch, her lips parting further as she smacked them lazily. The way she sprawled out, sleeping so soundly right in front of him, was downright infuriating.

His hand, gripping her plump b****t, kneaded it roughly—though not enough to hurt. Without his tongue to wet them, her n*****s stayed dry as the soft flesh twisted and reshaped itself under his palm, over and over.

“Ah—!”

Then, as if the persistent fondling had finally grown too much, she twisted her back sharply. Her b****t slipped free from his grasp with a soft bounce, swaying temptingly, only stoking the heat already boiling inside him.

Now. Do it now.

“…This is all your fault.”

He moved between her thighs, seizing each slender ankle and spreading her legs wide.

Was she having a pleasant dream? Or had she sunk into a dreamless sleep so deep that not even his touch could rouse her? Her eyelids didn’t so much as flutter—likely the latter.

Cassis didn’t know what filled the small world inside Evelyn’s mind, the one that held her in its quiet depths. But right now, he only wanted one thing—to drag her out of it. To pull her from that silent place and bring her back to him.

With a light thrust of his hips, the burning tip of his c**k smoothly penetrated her wet p***y in one swift motion. Her c**t was drenched and pliant—perfect for driving deep into. Perhaps it was because Evelyn, usually such a heavy sleeper, wasn’t fully conscious today.

Yet he didn’t plunge to the hilt right away, despite the desire urging him on. A sense of danger prickled at him, as if he might lose himself completely if he started ravaging her depths without restraint.

‘If I’m not careful, I might be the one getting devoured here…’

It was strange. Her body lay limp in sleep, yet he felt more tense than usual. Only after slowly sheathing himself inside, coaxing out a soft moan from her, did he finally relax.

“Hah… huu…”

Now that their lower bodies were fully entwined, a thick, wet heat rose between them. He rocked his hips, savoring the way her belly swelled beautifully beneath her navel with each deep stroke. Evelyn’s greedy c**t, feasting so eagerly on his c**k, deserved every bit of this. A faint smirk curled Cassis’ lips as he released one of her ankles, letting his hand trail down to stroke her there instead.

“Ah… Hnng!”

That was when it happened.