The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 71

Her hands, splayed across the bed, clawed uselessly at the sheets before going limp. She could only surrender, her fingers slack, her body pliant and dripping as he claimed her, filling her completely. Every time he pulled back just enough for the head of his c**k to tease that spot inside her—the one that made her see stars—before grinding in slow circles, she thought she’d lose her mind. Her a*s trembled, her c**t squeezing out another rush of slickness each time he bottomed out.

Evelyn sobbed. Not from tears—her eyes were dry, but sweat beaded down her temples as her body shook under him. At some point, she realized something wet was streaking down her face.

“Hah… haa… hng…!”

Her cries grew louder just as he straightened her body, tilting her no longer. For the first time in what felt like forever—

Mmph.

His lips caught the tear tracks trailing from the corners of her eyes, licking them in, but his tongue soon replaced them, hot and wet, lapping at her skin with the same insistence as his c**k inside her. Just as she began to relax under the almost-kiss, that wicked tongue found hers—teasing, claiming, leaving her no room to breathe.

Her heavy big b*****s, which had been still from being thrust into so relentlessly, now burned with renewed desire. His fingers—having released her ankles and now kneading her softened rosy n*****s—twisted them sharply, while sweat-drenched hair fell forward, pressing damply against her forehead and upper chest.

As her tits were sucked greedily into his mouth, the thighs that had been clenched around his c**k slowly relaxed, letting it slip free. It had been buried so deep inside her that if she didn’t keep her hips tense, it would inevitably slide out on its own.

A pang of regret flickered through her. Even though he’d already f****d her senseless, even though she’d come so hard tears streamed down her face—she couldn’t believe that the final moment of him filling her was being delayed, second by agonizing second. Evelyn panted, then tightened her lower belly, and in response, his lips sealed around her right b****t, sucking hard enough to devour it whole.

“Ah… haah…”

If her lips parted, he took them. If her chest heaved, he claimed it. If her p***y emptied, he filled it again.

Even if he had six hands instead of two, it wouldn’t be enough to take her in every way he wanted. Cassis lifted his head from her saliva-slicked tits and, in one brutal motion, slammed his hips forward again—burying himself to the hilt.

“Hngh—haah!”

Her unprepared body shuddered, another climax ripping through her. As if welcoming the return of his cockhead, now plunging deep where it had retreated, her inner velvety walls spilled a fresh rush of slick warmth, easing the way for his relentless thrusts.

“Hold onto me, Evelyn.”

He pistoned into her, their hips crashing together so hard their pubic bones met, while inside, his c**k scraped ruthlessly against her velvety walls. If she tried to push him out even a fraction, he only drove deeper, refusing to relent until he had spilled every last drop of his release inside her. He wanted this—more, like this, forever. Her breath, which had steadied for just a moment, hitched raggedly again, and her eyes screwed shut on their own.

The time had come for their carnal respite to begin anew—that slow, honeyed f*****g that left her trembling.

He commanded her to cling to him, though whether she obeyed was irrelevant. Evelyn was already drowning in the obscene, wet sounds of their joining—the slick slap of flesh, the lewd squelch of him driving deep, swallowing even her breathless cries. Then, through the haze, his voice reached her.

“…Sleep well, Evelyn.”

The words were so absurd she nearly laughed. Sleep? After he’d taken her like this? After filling her so thoroughly she could still feel him, hard and unrelenting, buried inside? Yet her limbs were limp, her body still his to use, and for a long, torturous moment, she couldn’t pull away.

Her hair tangled wildly against the sheets, the friction a whisper against her oversensitive skin. And then—his voice again, dark with promise.

“That was just the beginning. Tonight… I won’t stop until neither of us can move.”

For Evelyn, who lived each day wrapped in his hunger, it was nothing new. Her lashes stayed shut, her body humming with the memory of him, the sweat cooling on her skin.

Somehow, she slept. Because Cassis had ordered her to.

“Ah—! Nngh… ah…!”

***

When she woke up, she didn’t lift her head. Instead, her gaze slid first to the terrace, veiled in curtains—a new habit, born from nights like these. Nights where he ruined her so thoroughly she forgot her own name.

The light was carefully blocked, but that sunlight coming through the lace at the hem was unmistakable. Fortunately, at least she hadn’t woken up late in the afternoon. This method of confirmation was more familiar and pleasant than checking the clock. There was less guilt than seeing the exact numbers.

She was stretching her unusually aching shoulders as she got up, when she was startled. Her arms and legs weren’t free, and something was caught behind her.

She could roughly guess. When her body felt especially heavy and her lower half was sticky, there were certain expectations. Though he rarely did this… She must have briefly lost consciousness during it.

‘Surely, it’s not still going on? Judging by how much light is coming in, it seems like enough time has passed for a whole night.’

It was truly strange. The flow of time when she was alone amusing herself seemed different from the time spent with him at night. Time that would fly by when engrossed in something would crawl sluggishly, as if 1 second stretched into 10 minutes, when in Cassis’s embrace. She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

Just as she was curling her shoulders, unable to even curl her toes, a low voice came from behind her.

“Awake?”

“……”

As she was holding her breath, afraid that the momentarily paused determination would push in from behind the moment she answered, unexpected words echoed in her ear.