The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 10
Though his responsibility as the World Tree’s guardian was immense, Cassis was also the king with the noble mission of protecting all of Jupiter. If a significant matter arose, he could easily be absent from the castle for more than a week without warning.
If he suddenly departed and returned, he would likely find the fragile Evelyn dead. Would he discover her having lingered endlessly around the throne bearing his scent, now cold and lifeless…?
The moment this thought occurred to him, Cassis felt a chilling wind sweep through his core.
No. He made a firm commitment to himself that he would not allow that to happen. He did not want to witness the end of this encounter with what might be the last nymph in his lifetime.
The woman with innocent eyes posed a peculiar question.
“Um… if such a moment comes, may I, with all due respect, request assistance from other elves?”
What?
Cassis’s brows furrowed at this unexpectedly bold question.
Those raspberry-like lips and innocent eyes that had so quickly emerged from the lingering sweetness of the kiss now seemed vexing to him. Was she thinking of carelessly offering those delicate lips to someone like that guard he had just glanced at and left behind? Would she give herself to someone other than him?
Unable to conceal the inexplicable displeasure washing over him, he inquired, “What kind of race do you consider elves to be?”
“What? Ah…ahh!”
“Tell me. Answer honestly without overthinking.”
With this small warning, Cassis began to slowly lick behind the woman’s ear. He had originally intended to save this for later, but found himself unable to wait. Carrying out this fitting punishment he had just conceived was rather satisfying.
As the man’s thick tongue powerfully caressed an area rarely touched except during bathing, Evelyn’s body jumped as if in convulsion before collapsing onto the robe, struggling. With nowhere to escape, she had no choice but to endure this act she was experiencing for the first time in her life. From her quivering lips escaped involuntary, yearning moans like those of a cat.
“Ah… ahh… ah!”
“Quickly now.”
Cassis did not allow her time for leisurely thought. As his tongue, which had been caressing her smooth skin, played over her earlobe and bit it gently, Evelyn let out a sharp cry as if pricked by a thorn.
“Ah! Hii!”
“Speak.”
This attack was even more powerful. The words whispered against her earlobe resonated like thunder, making it impossible for her to refuse. Unable to endure any longer, Evelyn tilted her head back, whimpering before finally speaking.
“The… they are more noble than anyone… incomparable to humans… ah! They are… guardians of nature… ah, oh!”
From her labored response, it was clear that the lewd acts being committed by “that elf” were beyond anything she could have ever dreamed.
His fingers, which had already moved to her upper body, were busily stimulating the area near her navel with persistent touches. Not knowing what to do, Evelyn, who had been flailing her legs, rolled her body to the side to escape.
A gentle breeze swept past the two of them, their bodies burning with heat. Cassis, who had slightly withdrawn from her evasion, murmured with one corner of his mouth lifted.
“Noble… is it.”
“…..”
“That too could be said to be half right and half wrong.”
“What…?”
Having spoken softly, Cassis did not answer her question but instead left different words.
“You will sleep here tonight. Rushing to the castle would be of no benefit to you. It would be far more advantageous to develop your abilities as a nymph, even slightly.”
“I… I see.”
“Wait here for a moment. Do not move at all, remain still.”
“Yes.”
The man who had been gleefully toying with her using only his lips and tongue quickly distanced himself. The wind that had been constantly tormenting her hair splayed across the robe also quieted, giving her the genuine feeling of being alone.
“Hmm…”
Only then did Evelyn stretch her curled body and sit up. Even in this newfound freedom, her mind was filled not with thoughts of escape, or whether what had just happened was pleasant or unpleasant, but with entirely different contemplations.
Cassis… was that his name? After extending her neck to check if the man had left, she gently lifted her layered mint-green wrap skirt and examined the inside of her thighs. There was a clear reason for this.
She was unmistakably and profoundly wet. This was that—the substance that emerged from below when writhing in bed with lascivious thoughts or desires for male companionship. Seeing the viscous, transparent fluid stretching between her fingers, she tightly closed her eyes.
Despite her lack of physical contact with the opposite s-x, she was not completely ignorant of what these bodily changes signified. That she had become aroused in such an intense and brief moment could not simply be attributed to the skillfulness of his touch.
The reason for the intensity of her response was…
‘Lord… Cassis…’
It was not unreasonable that she had immediately fallen for this unfamiliar man, an elf of a different race entirely.
He was the first man to touch her when she had been desperately starved for affection. Moreover, his words and actions were far kinder than she had expected; the difference was evident when compared to the attitude of the first elf guard she had encountered. His manner of speaking, firmly stating when something was not the case, actually instilled trust in her.
