The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 23
Someone who would fear the dark, so he would light lanterns that glowed like the strands of his hair. Someone he would wrap in his coat, still warm from his body, and tuck gently into a nest lined with soft hay. Ah, and since she had tried to run away, he would tie a bell nearby so he would know the moment she stirred.
His body, which had been pressing lightly against her lower abdomen and thighs, shifted to the side. True to his earlier promise, he untied her bound wrists and moved behind her.
“Ah…”
It was a position she had grown somewhat accustomed to in the mere day they had spent together. Just last night, in the nest Cassis had made for her, they had slept back-to-back, nestled against him as if cradled in his arms. He had been bare, while she remained clothed. But now, both of them were bare.
As she recalled the quiet intimacy of the previous night, a fresh wave of embarrassment threatened to overwhelm her. Just as she was about to sink into it, his voice broke through her thoughts.
“Evelyn, did you feel it?”
“Feel… what?”
“The pleasure of my touch.”
Whoosh!
Was this how elves normally behaved? Did they always cut straight to the point, dispensing with any pretense or embellishment? His bluntness sent a searing heat rushing to her ears, turning them as red as burning coals. Her neck, her face—everything felt aflame. What if her entire body burned up and crumbled into ashes? She was grateful, at least, that she was facing away from him, her back pressed against his chest, as she stammered out a reply.
“Um, well…”
“Be honest with me. You and I will have to do this whenever we find the opportunity. If you keep insisting that you can’t bear being touched like this, it’s going to be difficult for me too. So, tell me—do you understand what we’ll need to do from now on?”
Be… bear being touched?!
Evelyn’s face burned with shame, and she squeezed her eyes shut. When he had taken her brxxst into his mouth earlier, treating it like some plump, risen loaf of bread, she had panicked, overwhelmed by how unfamiliar it all felt. She had always thought such acts weren’t part of the process between a man and a woman. At least, not from what she truly knew… which was… well…
Even in her tiny, rural village, embarrassing sights had a way of cropping up from time to time.
Didn’t she remember the day the village chief’s prized cow had gone mad, breaking out of the barn and making strange noises next to the neighbor’s bull by the earthen wall? And what about the times she had peeked from behind a pillar, watching the village dogs panting and tangling together under the scorching sun, their puppies—adorable as they were—bearing no resemblance to their parents in those moments?
Those weren’t just the rules of survival for animals. Humans did it too. Elves as well, probably. Nymphs? She wasn’t so sure about them. But for the rest, it seemed to be the same.
Her eyes remained tightly closed as she murmured, “…I know a little.”
“Tell me.”
Cassis’s voice, which she had always thought of as noble and dignified, now wrapped around her ears with a lewdness that made her shiver. Wasn’t this… sinful? Just the sound of his voice alone sent a maddening itch coursing through her, and her upper body trembled involuntarily. Sensing her unease, he tightened his grip around her waist, ensuring she couldn’t escape. At that moment, Evelyn felt something powerful stir against her. Pressed against her lower back, something hard, thick, and searingly hot made its presence known.
Was this… the thing he had mentioned? The thing that would be pushed inside her? That thing all men, regardless of race, supposedly possessed…?
Panicked, Evelyn rushed to continue, “I-I think… men… um, they… join with women… in some way. I don’t know if nymphs can, though…
