The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 25
The fingers that had delved deeper into her now curled with a deliberate precision, hooking and stirring within her in a chaotic, almost feral rhythm. It was overwhelming, maddening. Her mind felt as though it might burst into flames, a searing heat rising from the pit of her stomach, coiling and spreading like wildfire. She clenched her lower abdomen, her skin taut and trembling beneath her navel as the heat surged, consuming her in waves.
His hand swept over her quivering thigh, his touch both soothing and taunting. “Relax, Evelyn,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding, yet laced with an undercurrent of something darker, more primal.
“Ah, huu, hah, ha…” Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a testament to the storm raging within her.
A cascade of obscene thoughts flashed through Cassis’s mind, each one more depraved than the last. What would bring her the most pleasure? Should he reduce her to a puddle of molten wax with his words alone, her resolve melting away like a candle under his touch? But no, too much lewd provocation might spoil the moment. Yet, if he were to indulge in the kind of wickedness the author of that cursed tome had once mocked… this fragile nymph in his arms would surely collapse, unable to withstand the onslaught.
Would it be so wrong? The thought flickered in his mind like a forbidden flame. Not now, perhaps, but soon.
Their union was not merely some savage act of taking advantage of a helpless nymph. No, it was more than that. It was a means of giving her strength, of breathing life into her, of nurturing a fragile sapling planted in the desolate corners of a sacred land. Think of her tomorrow, drained and lifeless. Wouldn’t this be better? Wouldn’t this be a mercy?
The question lingered, unanswered, as his fingers continued their relentless exploration, each movement a promise of both ecstasy and ruin.
Her mind, which had been rolling along with a semblance of calm, now teetered on the edge of spiraling into something wild, untamed. It wasn’t just his patience wearing thin—no, it was more than that. The small, fragile body he held in his arms, trembling like a helpless creature too afraid to flee… yes, a creature. That’s what she was. This powerless lifeform that had sought refuge in him, clinging to him for survival.
Evelyn was like a deer, orphaned and displaced, her home burned to ashes. She had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. And so, she was his. Perhaps for a long time. Perhaps for as long as she lived.
‘Mine…’
The thought surged through him with a ferocity that left no room for restraint. His hips shifted, and in an instant, what had been lying dormant sprang to life, rigid and demanding. It didn’t take much—just the faintest brush of contact—to ignite him. His arm wrapped around her lower abdomen, pulling her closer, and he began to coax a cascade of shivering sensations from her core, each one more intense than the last.
“Ah…!”
Evelyn knew.
Something unfamiliar, something that sent a jolt of unease through her, pressed insistently against her. Was this it? The thing that belonged to humans—no, to elves…?
Her body stiffened in an instant, but his skilled hands were already there, soothing the tension from her waist. His fingers, strong and deliberate, traced the curve of her spine, descending with a practiced ease that left her shuddering once more.
“Ah, ah—hng!”
“Tell me, Evelyn,” he murmured, his voice a low, commanding rumble. “Are you ready to accept me?”
“I, I… ah… Cassis-nim….”
Her voice trembled, fragmented, as he gently lifted her lower body, pressing her closer to him. The beads of sweat dotting her back seeped into his chest, clinging stubbornly, refusing to let go, though the sound was less slick than the wetness pooling between her thighs.
And then… there. It wasn’t her most intimate place that met him directly, but the quivering curve of her backside, hot and trembling, betraying her awareness of his presence. She could feel it—every inch of it—pressing against her, demanding her attention.
Evelyn couldn’t bring herself to pull away, to even consider turning to see what it was that loomed so insistently behind her. What did it look like? How did it work? Her mind spun, unable to grasp the reality of it. All she knew was the shame of her own body betraying her, the sticky wetness that clung to her thighs, the way her hips twitched uncontrollably, as if begging for something she couldn’t yet name.
