The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 26
He shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to lay her down, her body sprawled awkwardly beneath him. Kneeling over her, his gaze was heavy, more oppressive than when he had stood before her in the king’s regalia. The weight of his presence pressed down on her, layer by layer, until she felt as though she might suffocate beneath it.
“Look at me, Evelyn,” he commanded, his voice low and steady, yet carrying an edge that sent shivers down her spine.
But she couldn’t. Her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she braced herself for what was to come.
His hands gently parted her thighs, guiding them to wrap around his waist. She had struggled to hold back until then, but when the man’s firm abdomen pressed against the curve of her hips, an involuntary sound escaped her lips—a soft, breathy gasp that betrayed her composure.
“Huh… hhng!”
Cassis declared, his voice low and deliberate,
“I’m going in now.”
“Uh… y-yes…”
“Right now.”
“…Huh? Nngh—!”
She had barely managed to murmur her consent, her voice trembling and half-hearted, when her body was lifted slightly, just as it had been before. There was no time for her to fully grasp the weight of his words. The thick, unyielding tip of his dxck pressed against her pxssy, and with a single, deliberate thrust, he parted her, breaching the tightness that had always guarded her.
The sensation of his sizable length stretching her was overwhelming. Her lower body tensed, a mix of discomfort and anticipation flooding her senses. Though she was slick and yielding, the deeper walls of her pxssy seemed to resist, tightening as if unwilling to accommodate him fully. Even after Cassis had prepared her with his fingers, her pxssy clenched stubbornly, as though defying the intrusion of his hardened arousal. The contrast between her wet readiness and the tight, almost punishing grip of her inner muscles created a tension that was both agonizing and electrifying.
Cassis, too, found himself hesitating. The thought of forcing his way in with reckless abandon didn’t sit well with him. This wasn’t about tearing Evelyn apart; it wasn’t about claiming her in some brutal, unfeeling way. Pausing for a moment, he let out a soft sigh, his breath brushing against her skin.
“Hoo.”
He had expected this. The idea of smoothly entering her—a woman who had never known a man before—was almost laughably idealistic. Beneath him, Evelyn squirmed restlessly, her shoulders twisting as she tried to articulate the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
“M-my body… it feels so strange. Ah, right here, hoo… it’s like there’s so much pressure below…! I-it’s already in, but… ngh…!”
“It’s still in,” he reassured her, his voice steady but laced with a quiet intensity.
“Y-yes…!”
Whenever they were together like this, Evelyn’s eyes would often dart away, refusing to meet his gaze directly. Her focus would drift to some vague point in the distance, her face flushed with embarrassment, her lips trembling faintly. But now, driven by urgency, she seemed desperate to look at him, her eyes searching for him as if words alone couldn’t convey what she was feeling. Her usual shyness was momentarily overshadowed by a need to communicate, to bridge the gap between them in whatever way she could.
It was rather amusing, wasn’t it?
Cassis gripped her firm lower abdomen, giving it a slight shake up and down. The motion caused the tight, resistant space to loosen ever so slightly. It would be foolish to let such a perfect opportunity slip away, wouldn’t it? Seizing the moment, he pushed his hips forward, driving himself deeper into her.
“Ah—haang…!”
Evelyn’s head jerked back violently, her body writhing as if it were being split apart by the sharp, searing pain. Cassis, calm and deliberate, reached out to cradle her head, his fingers brushing through her hair. Their eyes met suddenly—his, a cool, unreadable blue, and hers, a deep, turbulent green, her pupils shaking wildly, unable to hold focus. The moment their gazes locked, the already flushed apples of her cheeks burned even brighter, a vivid crimson spreading across her face.
Cassis, caught in the throes of his own arousal, couldn’t help but notice the stark change in her. He found himself trying to decipher the emotions flickering across her face, emotions he hadn’t fully understood until now. They hadn’t even had the luxury of sharing a glass of sangria to ease into this moment, so the least he could do was try to read her, to understand her.
She was a woman of pure innocence, raised under the teachings of a village elder who revered the ways of the elves. A woman so naive that she had eagerly accepted a potion from an unknown old woman, believing it to be a love elixir. Her simplicity, her trust, her untainted heart—it all made her vulnerability all the more poignant in this moment.
