The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 92

Cassis wanted to finish everything before Evelyn, entranced by the smile I showed her, could regain her senses. So he pulled out his c**k himself, letting her see the proud way that stiff thing lifted its head. His fingers gripped her chin, dragging it downward.

As if she’d witnessed something obscene, Evelyn’s jaw trembled.

“Hh, hhuu…”

“What? It’s not like you’re not familiar with it.”

“N-no, I’m not… It’s too big…”

Even though he knew she was being honest, Cassis felt the urge to tease her mercilessly. This, too, was something he could only do now that her health had improved. Before, his desire had hung limp and lifeless, like a dead old tree—pathetic, a sorry excuse for “standing at attention.”

“Your p***y would say otherwise.”

“Nngh… Ah…!”

Now came the time to dig beneath the swollen c**t he’d toyed with so thoroughly. He found the path inside her walls easily, fingers teasing and prodding, and Evelyn’s hips jerked violently in response.

If he mounted her right now, if he rocked into her just as hard, he could make that fever-hot, pliant flesh tremble with pleasure under his hands alone. But he wouldn’t. The damn schedule looming tomorrow—no, the day after… Not even then. At least four more days. F**k. He had to prepare for the trial.

“Fine, then touch it.”

After swallowing curses, after crumpling up his own shameless desire and trying—trying—to throw it away, he made a demand so small to him, smaller than a mustard seed, yet so large to her. His fingers, which had hesitated with an almost reluctant stillness, now gingerly stroked the rigid length.

“Ah—!”

Her slick juices gushed the moment his trembling fingertips brushed against her. She’d held back for so long. Seeing the glistening wetness smeared between her fingers and across the back of her hand, Cassis felt his lust surge even hotter.

“Evelyn, hurry.”

“I’m already touching it, how… Hng…!”

She was like blank paper, innocent, clueless. Even after clinging to him countless times, her lovely eyes still brimmed with loneliness and solitude, just as they had when they first met—fragile enough to flutter away with the slightest breeze. Like snowflakes dancing in the sky, she had no idea where she might land… Even if it were the frozen winter sea, she’d gladly step into it. Even if she melted the moment she touched the water, vanishing into the depths, Evelyn wouldn’t refuse. That was the nymph’s fate.

“Evelyn.”

“Mmm, yes, ah…!”

As his fingers spread her inner walls, teasing her depths, the small hand clumsily wrapped around his throbbing c**k began to tighten. Though his thick, rigid length was almost too much for her to handle, Evelyn somehow managed to keep her grip. The heat radiating from him was terrifying—if it slipped from her grasp now, he’d spill right then and there. Cassis gritted his teeth against the pleasure threatening to split his skull and pressed his fingertips deeper inside her with a firm push.

“Feel it, just like I’m doing to you.”

“Ah… ah… it’s so hot. Ah… It’s too strange, like I’m going… somewhere far away…”

If the c**k she was clutching escaped, where would it go? The answer was obvious. Straight into that tender, tight, delicious hole his fingers were currently ravaging. Morning be damned, Cassis filled her ear with filthy promises.

“I told you I can’t put it in yet. If you keep begging, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Mmm… nngh…”

“It feels good when you touch me. Here, try it like this.”

He took her trembling hand in his, guiding her through slow, deliberate strokes. Even though she was the one doing the touching, Evelyn shivered violently, goosebumps rising on her skin. Determined not to let her escape, he curled each of her delicate fingers firmly around his length and showed her exactly how to move.

Like a gentleman.

“You can keep your fingers tight together or spread them a little—either way is fine. Mmm… See these veins here?”

“Hah, hic…! W-we shouldn’t… press here, right…?!”

Only then did she realize, with a jolt of panic, that the part of him pressed against her was undeniably a living, pulsing piece of flesh. The memory of being held by him was so overwhelming that she’d forgotten this fundamental truth, even if she’d known it all along. But her hand, gripping that thick, burning heat, couldn’t pull away—not when he’d freed his other hand from between her thighs and brought it over to guide her, letting her move as she pleased.

“No, it’s fine. Here… If you’re scared, just use your fingertips. Or cover it with your palm, gently… Hah, yes. Want to touch here too? If you press the tip just when I least expect it… I’ll probably lose my mind in your hands.”

“I’d never do that.”