The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 99

Cassis didn’t kiss. Didn’t do anything with his lips, no matter how much his lovers begged. That man, who had charmed every woman he’d ever taken to bed, now acting so indifferent even decades later…! That unyielding resolve, like deep green foliage darkening with the seasons, only made him more irresistible.

His first kiss must have been something he’d saved for the partner he truly desired.

Polyxene swallowed hard. She liked that he’d set his own principles and stuck to them. And the longer his restraint had lasted, the fiercer her competitive urge grew to conquer it.

‘Hmph, my desire isn’t some one-night fling that ends when we wake up. Since we’re starting late, of course I’ll want more. I’ll seduce him until, in the end, he’s groveling at my feet. Those famously proud lips of yours will press against my instep over and over, and you’ll beg me to let you bury yourself in me, your golden hair tangled and wild. That’s your fate. Just you wait.’

Iel and Cassis’ conversation dragged on. When those piercing blue eyes, which had been fixed straight ahead, turned fully toward Iel, Polyxene let her drowsy gaze roam shamelessly over Cassis’ entire body.

Her fantasies, long-fermented, had no end. Just where was his manhood nestled? The damn glossy navy fabric and his seated position made it impossible to discern the outline—even with her elf-sharp vision, she couldn’t tell.

‘It’s gotta be bulging, though. Ah, I want to be bent over a horse in front of him, my a*s getting teased…’

Polyxene ’s throat went dry. She preferred being taken stubbornly from behind, pressed down and claimed. Her hand twitched toward the tray the king had pushed aside for others.

“Give me a glass.”

“Ah… sure.”

Polyxene snatched the drink from a passing attendant, yet even after draining the glass, her thirst remained unquenched.

This was pointless—it only made me crave more. Hurry, hurry. She wanted to be beneath him, spread open without a gap, twisting her hips to take his unbearable c**k. If she couldn’t hold back, she’d pin him down instead, arch her back, and slam her hips with desperate force until his choked moans—raw enough to tear his throat—burst free.

Just standing there, watching him, her underwear was already soaked.

This is impossible.

She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth and strode toward him, indifferent to anyone’s gaze. Iel, mid-conversation, snapped his attention toward her the moment he sensed movement. Recognizing Polyxene , his brow furrowed instantly. Whatever urgent discussion he’d been having ended right there.

“…Yes, that’s correct.”

“You trailed off mid-sentence.”

The king’s observation was fair, but Iel forced the words past the thorn lodged in his throat—for Polyxene , whose eyes burned into him with naked need.

“It’s nothing.”

“Hmm.”

Cassis’s intrigued gaze flicked back to Iel’s tightly sealed lips, ignoring Polyxene as she prowled right under his nose. That perpetually aloof demeanor of his only stoked her competitive lust, twisting it darker.

So f*****g perfect…

Her stare raked brazenly over the lower half of the man who refused to look at her. Even for a knight, his flawlessly smooth, aristocratic face—untouched by scars—was momentarily forgotten. From afar, she hadn’t noticed, but up close, it was obvious. Oh, I see. That’s… That unmistakable bulge, straining against fabric despite the early hour, its swollen outline a blatant declaration of desire.

Heh. Your Majesty must’ve suffered through some very stubborn abstinence. For a second, I worried the Aika Festival might get postponed because of that—thank f**k it didn’t.

Just what kind of c**k does Cassis have? Polyxene ’s eyes grew hazy, drunk on the thought. She wanted to shove it into her c**t in one swift motion and let him pound into her. She wouldn’t care if it split her in half—in fact, she’d love it if he f****d her so hard her bones shattered, ramming into her until he was buried to the hilt. Him… She wished his hands would tear her delicate muslin dress to shreds, leaving her bare and ruined beneath him.

Then, lick me. Kiss only me, f**k only me, until I’m mindless with pleasure. My b*****s, my lips, my ears—all of me. Don’t stop our private indulgence until my skin is covered in crimson marks, sucked raw by your mouth. And when the kisses grow tedious, knead my thighs and make me writhe again…

Her dazed silence before the king was anything but proper. Finally, Iel couldn’t take it anymore.

“Polyxene ?”

Though he called her name firmly, Polyxene , lost in her carnal fantasies, didn’t hear.

“Polyxene !”

Only after her name was shouted a second time did the glazed light in her eyes sluggishly return. To Iel, it was maddening—how could she possibly grow into a proper sentinel like this? If she failed, she’d be exiled from the castle without mercy. What the hell was she thinking? His voice sharpened as he hissed at his cousin.

“What is the meaning of this? You cannot stand here obstructing His Majesty’s view.”

“…Ah.”

Finally snapping back to reality, she realized the heated glares aimed at her were as sharp as arrows. Even Mel stood watching from the side, arms crossed.

Damn it. I messed up.