The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 42
“N-no… I don’t like it… ngh, ugh….”
Evelyn couldn’t gather her thoughts as her toes trembled and curled from the twisting sensation. It felt like she might fall right out of the chair.
“Don’t like it?”
Echoing the words she had just uttered, he dragged the tip of his tongue slowly over her swollen c**t, which had stiffened like a small, firm fruit hidden between petals—perhaps from being rubbed over and over. Her vision blurred from the rough caress, and as her body shuddered, she felt a rush of lukewarm liquid spill out uncontrollably from below.
“H-haaah…!”
Though she felt slightly relieved, the tingling, electric sensation dominating her entire body didn’t fade. When she twitched her hovering heels, she noticed her backside was drenched.
Could she really get this wet from just her own slick? Anxious, Evelyn realized something had gushed out of her earlier, and she thought she should lower her head to check. But just as she tried to pull free from the hands gripping her legs, she saw something unbelievable.
“Evelyn, you really are… excessively sensitive.”
Cassis, his nose and mouth glistening wet, slowly lifted his head and smiled. His chin pressed firmly into her lower abdomen as he stared up at her!
Utterly bewildered about what had just happened, she stammered.
“Th-this… this is….”
“It’s fine. I’ll make you spill like this often from now on. You felt good, didn’t you? Cool and relieved?”
“Huh?”
Spill? What did he mean? Was there some other liquid besides that sticky stuff?
She wasn’t given a chance to ask for clarification.
As if questioning when he had ever smiled at her, Cassis buried his mouth back between her thighs, greedily pushing his tongue into her c******s to suck and lick. Evelyn trembled uncontrollably—her shoulders, her hips—leaving her unable to utter anything but moans. His hands gripped and kneaded her waist and hips as he pleased, coaxing out more stimulation.
“Ah, ah… Ah…!”
The intensity of pleasure wasn’t constant. As with all things, what begins must also end. The chaotic sensations tormenting her lower body surged from all sides until, finally, her vision whited out.
Still seated in the chair, Evelyn felt as though her body had been flung somewhere far away. No, I can’t leave here. Even as her head lolled to the side, she strained her waist, holding herself in place. It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt, but she had no choice. There was no retreating now—no way out.
Yet Cassis’ tongue, buried deep inside her, didn’t withdraw under the crushing pressure. Instead, it thrust in with all its might, sucking even harder. At that moment, Evelyn went utterly limp, overcome by pleasure so intense she couldn’t even twitch a finger.
“Nn… Nnngh…”
Even after that, he held her weakening thighs apart, relentlessly sucking her as if determined to drink every drop that spilled from her v****a. Meanwhile, Evelyn’s arms, drained of strength, dangled uselessly over the armrests, making the sensation all the stranger.
“Hah, haah… ”
This is so embarrassing. I shouldn’t let him lick me there with his lips…
The thought flickered intermittently in her mind, but each time, another trickle of slick heat seeped out, leaving her unable to move. If she shifted even slightly, she feared the fluid dripping below would soak the chair. In the end, she could only arch her hips weakly, surrendering herself to Cassis’ will.
Only after a long while did he finally pull back, his lips glistening with sticky arousal, and toyed with her teasingly.
“Haah… Evelyn, you’re the best. Just licking your p***y makes me happier than anything. There’ll never be another nymph like you in this world.”
“…Yes.”
She forced the word out, her throat tightening rapidly. It felt as if she’d been flooded with so much satisfaction and fulfillment that she couldn’t even twitch a finger. Strangely, this was more embarrassing than when his c**k had pushed inside her before—but in the end, it was good. Even now, the sensation of her hot arousal gushing out, thick and slick, the warmth of it spilling from her body, was vivid.
If he put his mouth on her again and licked, she’d probably lose her mind all over. Yet, the true fullness of satisfaction was only now slowly washing over her, now that he wasn’t touching her there.
Her body was exhausted, and he—Cassis—was still by her side. So even if she couldn’t muster a smile for him, even as fatigue weighed her eyelids shut and the last tingling waves of pleasure faded, she didn’t feel regret.
“Ah…”
“Let’s stay like this for a while.”
He understood! Evelyn was overjoyed but didn’t show it, merely nodding quietly.
Cassis, holding her sprawled across the chair, let a hazy vision drift through his mind.
You really are like a spring, Evelyn. Should I make a pond in your name? I’ll keep pouring water into it so it never runs dry. I want it to be your home, your new life. It’s alright—don’t be afraid. I’ll protect the pond that symbolizes you, sheltering it forever beneath the roots of the World Tree. So…
“…….”
But this dreamlike image only circled endlessly in his head, never taking shape as pretty words. Strictly speaking, it was nothing more than a fleeting fantasy—something he couldn’t make real. After all, Cassis wasn’t an omnipotent god.
Still half-hard from licking her dripping s*x, he narrowed his eyes and steadied his thoughts.
…A pond could dry up anytime. It’s too risky, and beyond my power anyway. I almost confused her with empty promises. Good thing I held back.
