The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 24
Has your body changed at all since you were human?”
“No…”
She shook her head.
As she did, the leaves nestled in her hair brushed lightly against Cassis’s nose and the space beneath his eyes. Though most of the leaves had withered and shriveled due to her weakened state, one remained vibrant—a fresh, green sprout peeking out stubbornly among her chestnut-brown hair. Its veins bore an uncanny resemblance to those of the World Tree, though whether that was coincidence or not, Cassis couldn’t say.
He didn’t shy away from the touch of the leaf and spoke softly, “Then there’s nothing more you need to know. It’s the same, Evelyn. Nymphs can join with men, and they can conceive too. Just… empty your mind.”
She couldn’t bring herself to respond.
His hand reached around from behind, gently parting her tightly closed legs and brushing along the inside of her thigh. The only thing she could feel was his hot, firm body pressing against her, and it was driving her mad. She wished she could grab the sheet slipping behind her and wedge it between her legs, rubbing against it for some relief. Maybe then she could handle this…
“Ah!”
His hand moved like a spider crawling upward, lightly brushing over the delicate surface of her most intimate place. No, it wasn’t so much a touch as it was a fleeting graze, a whisper of contact. Yet even that brief, teasing gesture was enough to draw out a slick wetness that betrayed Evelyn’s earlier claim of knowing “a little.”
She had confessed to knowing something, hadn’t she? But the evidence now pooling between her soft, yielding flesh suggested a lifetime of pent-up desire, a hunger that had been stifled and left to simmer. Cassis didn’t need to press her further or demand confirmation. The truth was right there, undeniable.
Hmph.
A sly smile curved his lips.
She was no different from him, really. Both of them were facing something they had never experienced before, something they had suppressed for far too long. Weren’t they similar in that way? Strictly speaking, their circumstances were different, but as he touched her, memories of his own past desires began to resurface—desires he had once harbored for her.
He was well aware that he had been committing a series of misdeeds over the past two days.
But hadn’t he already known? The embrace and contact from yesterday alone would have been enough to keep her calm for at least a week—assuming no accidents befell the jasmine sapling. It was a separate issue from the cowardice of not telling her the truth.
Crushing it underfoot would only leave an unpleasant smell and a dirty mess on the ground… a fitting act for a crow-feeding knight.
Recalling the mocking words an elf had once thrown at him, Cassis moved his hand with renewed purpose. This time, unlike the initial touch, he boldly aimed for the cleft between her folds, slipping a finger inside and stirring gently. Compared to the plush outer flesh, the inner walls welcomed his deliberate, deliberate movements with eager warmth.
Evelyn, experiencing the intrusion of something unfamiliar for the first time, arched her back and let out a sharp cry.
“Ah, hah!”
The finger, probing her pxssy she had never touched herself, began to stimulate her. It was just one finger—not two, not three—but for her, it was overwhelming. The sensation was so unfamiliar, so unbearable, that it felt as though the flesh he was touching was melting, collapsing like a mound of dirt under a torrential downpour. She was terrified that it might rot away entirely. Was this normal? She didn’t know. Why was Cassis doing this, there, of all places? Wasn’t this… wrong? How was this supposed to work? She had no idea, and as her lips quivered, she struggled to voice her confusion.
“Ca-Cassis, what… ah…”
The wet, squelching sounds grew louder, more distinct.
Squelch, squish, schlip
Each time his finger moved in and out of her pxssy the lewd noises filled the air, and the pressure building in her lower abdomen became unbearably uncomfortable. The disgusting sounds, the even more disgusting act of being prodded like this… Which was worse? Which could she endure, and which could she refuse? Tormented by these pointless thoughts, she twisted her head to the side.
“Ahhk!”
