The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 69

Even as his fingers teased and prodded below, even as he kneaded her b*****s, Evelyn—who had been too lost in pleasure to wake—suddenly arched violently. Then, as if by some miracle, her eyes flew open, dazed and unfocused, staring down at her own legs splayed obscenely wide. She looked utterly bewildered, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening.

A thought flashed through his mind—everything has a beginning and an end. Right. She was awake now. Which meant he had to keep going until she was too exhausted to stay conscious again.

“Mmm… Wha—?”

“Good morning, Evelyn.”

Cassis had misspoken, yet he couldn’t correct the utterly wrong timeframe he’d carelessly thrown out. There was no room to laugh at himself for losing the composure he’d always prided himself on—not when the suffocating grip of her c**t seized him the moment his dazed green eyes fluttered open.

Exactly what he’d expected was happening. If he so much as lost focus, it felt like her—the way their bodies were joined, from his c**k to his fingertips to his toes—would consume him entirely. It was a precarious thrill. Even as danger prickled sharply at his nerves, it wasn’t unpleasant.

His d**k, thoroughly surrounded by her tightening velvety walls, wanted to push forward rather than retreat. But at the same time, he didn’t mind his hand lingering possessively on the soft curve of her lower stomach. Of course, now that Evelyn was awake, a far more violent urge took hold—to grip her there harder.

The hand that had been lightly holding her ankle moved.

“Hn—what is this… ah…!”

Her right leg, now free from his grasp, had nothing to brace against, and she quickly lost balance, collapsing. As her legs fell apart, Cassis seized the moment—splaying his fingers over the taut swell of her belly before clamping down hard. A violent rush of pleasure stormed through her, making her shudder.

“Hhng—!”

“Gonna keep squeezing me like this, Evelyn? Feels like I’ll die if I collapse on top of you.”

“Ah—hah, hng, haah… nngh, s-since when…?”

Even through his shameless words, she was too overwhelmed to fully grasp the situation. Her breath came in ragged bursts. The moment she opened her eyes, sensation flooded in—all she could see was a dizzying mess of bare skin, tangled and feverish. Her mind raced just to process the electric pleasure surging through her.

“Not long.”

His answer would’ve changed drastically depending on what he considered the start of all this.

Evelyn’s blood burned as she trembled under the terrifying onslaught of pleasure—until she finally pinpointed its source. Compared to that, her short, slender arms flailed weakly before slapping down onto his body as he climbed fully on top of her.

Cassis watched as her arm unintentionally pressed against the plump swell of her b****t, distorting its shape. Of course, even as he admired the sight, his greedy hips were already moving, sliding deeper inside her with relentless hunger.

“Mmm… ah, yes… Hng, I—I was sleeping, you…!”

Finally remembering, her resentful green eyes glared at him with all the strength she could muster. Though she hadn’t planned on driving out the c**k pushing between her spread thighs, she still had every right—as the owner of this body—to protest. A righteous defiance, really.

To him, of course, it was an amusing rebellion. Or rather, an exquisite delight.

“That’s right. The way you were sleeping tempted me to come closer.”

Cassis replied smoothly, dragging his fingers slowly over her navel. He avoided the swollen peak just above, but when he splayed his palm and mimed squeezing it back into shape, Evelyn’s hips shuddered.

“Hnng, it’s too much already, nnh…! How long have you—ah! No, not there… Hah, don’t squeeze it like that…!”

“I just started. I didn’t kiss you because I didn’t want to wake you, just brushed your cheek. But you kept sleeping like a lazy thing.”

“What?!”

“I checked with your body whether I should f**k this beautiful p***y or not, and it said yes. So I did.”

His shameless recounting would have been mortifying—no, downright shocking—to anyone else, but for elves, it was just average. The more she twisted away in embarrassment, the tighter he pressed his hips against her, grinding his g***n flush to hers. The pressure forced his c**k deeper, and as he gripped her, she could feel herself being pushed up, the thick intrusion stretching her further.

“Let me—ah! Nnh, go…! Ah, not there… Stop squeezing it, it feels weird…!”

Instead of teasing her further, Cassis released her—only because he worried she might pass out if the pleasure overwhelmed her any more. But in exchange, his hand clamped back around her right ankle like a shackle, yanking her leg up again.