The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 22
Mmm…”
The tension that had coiled like a hard knot beneath her stomach began to melt away, replaced by a languid, almost drowsy sensation. Just as a faint, sweet moan threatened to escape her lips, Cassis did something that, by her standards, was utterly scandalous. Without warning, he pressed his mouth to the peak of her right brxxst—not just a fleeting touch of his lips, but something far more deliberate. There was no pretense of gentleness, no quick retreat. He lingered, and the sensation was electric.
She jolted beneath him, her back arching off the bed as if struck by a sudden current.
“Th-that… that place! You can’t…!”
This was something even the raciest whispers among her friends had never dared to mention! Their conversations had ventured as far as passionate kisses that left you breathless, embraces so tight they felt like they might crush you, and the vague, hushed talk of what happened in the dark to make babies. But this? This was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Was… was this even a place that could be touched like that?
Cassis’s affections were already pushing the boundaries of her comfort. The way he had taken her bare shoulder into his mouth earlier, his lips and tongue exploring with a boldness that left her flustered, was still something she was struggling to process. But this? This was uncharted territory, and he showed no hesitation, no restraint. He moved with a confidence that left her both stunned and trembling, her mind racing to catch up with the whirlwind of sensations he was unleashing.
“Ah, ahh, hng…!”
His golden hair, cascading down as he lavished attention on her chest, spilled chaotically over Evelyn’s neck and shoulders, tickling her skin in a way that made her squirm uncontrollably. Her back arched and twisted, her body writhing under the unbearable sensation, but there was no escape for her. Trapped and overwhelmed, all she could do was plead.
“Ah, wait, please. Huh? Just a little….Ahh”
Her neck tingled with every brush of his hair, and her right brxxst, now being drawn into his mouth with relentless suction, felt strange—hot and wet, the sensation of his tongue both unfamilliar and maddening. But it didn’t stop there. Cassis, as if to ensure no part of her was neglected, took her left nxxple between his fingers, rolling and pinching it with a teasing precision that sent jolts of heat radiating through her body.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
No matter how regal or powerful he was as the Elven King, the sounds he made while tending to her body were no different from any other man’s—raw, greedy, and utterly shameless. His tongue worked hungrily on one brxxst, while his fingers toyed mercilessly with the other, occasionally squeezing and kneading in a way that made her feel like she was being unraveled.
“Ah, no more!” she cried, her wrists bound and her body trembling uncontrollably. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she finally broke, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, stop… there… hng, ah, I can’t take it anymore. My body… it feels like it’s going to fall apart…!”
“You think this is all there is?”
His lips parted from her skin, and he suddenly lifted his head, a sly grin spreading across his face. In the depths of his endlessly blue eyes, a quiet, smoldering intensity flickered—something she couldn’t yet comprehend. Having no experience with men, neither physically nor emotionally, she had no frame of reference for what that look meant. All she could do was tremble, her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, and her lips twitching faintly in unison, her small face a canvas of nervous tension.
Cassis watched her, captivated by the way the nymph before him quivered under his touch. Her skin, cool and unyielding no matter where he touched her, now made him understand why she had seemed so cold the day before. She was someone who needed to be held constantly.
