A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 110

The kiss, which tickled like a baby bird pecking with its beak, or a kitten licking a newborn, gradually began to produce wet, sticky sounds.

The boundary between tenderness and lust wasn’t all that clear, so Tilia didn’t even realize when her neck had been bent.

All she could feel was that his tongue was scouring every corner of her mouth, violating not only her lips but even her throat.

After caressing every ridge of her palate, his tongue dove deeper, stealing the saliva pooled like a thief, then swam around every crevice as if afraid he might have missed a spot.

As she gasped for breath from the overwhelming stimulation, his tongue seemed to notice and, after a long caress, slipped out and licked along Tilia’s lips.

He began by nibbling gently at her plump lower lip, then teased her upper lip with the same intensity. And as if to say that should be enough, he slipped back inside and twisted around her tongue’s root.

Naturally, as if it were the next step, he took her tongue into his own mouth and sucked it obscenely. Even when she slightly turned her head to breathe, her lungs full of hot breath, Ilex followed persistently, rubbing along the soft flesh of her inner cheek once more.

Tilia, dazed from the intense kiss alone, was caught off guard when she felt her buttocks suddenly squeezed with force.

“Uunngh…”

With her eyes already half-unfocused from the kiss that heralded what was to come, she pressed her forehead against his firm chest in a pleading motion.

At that uncharacteristic display of affection, Ilex laughed deeply from his throat, clearly delighted. Then, as if to reassure her, he placed soft kisses on her cheek, which was turned to the side.

However, there was no consistency between that tender kiss and the actions of his thick-boned hands. His hands were still kneading her firm buttocks as if working dough.

Every time her plump flesh was gripped and released in his large hands, the vulva connected to her perineum opened and closed slightly.

“Haah…”

She had longed for him so much that just the kissing alone had left her soaked down below. Tilia shook her head reflexively and lifted her hips slightly, fearing the wet sound might be heard.

Even though he hadn’t done anything yet, she didn’t want him to find out that she was already completely ready. Even if it was a vulgar truth that would be revealed eventually, she didn’t want it to be now.

Because if he found out, then…

“Don’t like your butt being touched?”

At the low whisper in her ear, Tilia flinched, her shoulders trembling. As he pressed his hot lips to those fragile shoulders, Ilex said, “Alright. Then…”

After giving her cheeks one final firm squeeze, his hands slowly slid up her back.

The thin chemise still hadn’t been taken off. His hands pushed up from underneath the fabric, lifting her underbreasts. Just from that indirect action, Tilia felt her nipples stiffen.

“They’re up.”

It wouldn’t be Ilex Davenport—the lewd one—if he hadn’t noticed.

Staring at the two pointed buds standing up beneath the sheer chemise, he licked his lips. His face looked like he was savoring the anticipation, wondering how best to devour them.

Tilia watched as his hand reached up toward her nipples, her face a perfect mix of anticipation and anxiety.

“Hnnn…”

His fingers, pinching the buds between thumb and index finger, didn’t apply much force.

Just enough to pick up something small, like a bean. But the irregular pinching, the friction caused by the fabric she hadn’t yet removed—those were the problem.

From the beginning, a woman’s chest was one of the most sensitive erogenous zones. As he persistently teased that spot while watching her like a specimen under observation, Tilia couldn’t help but feel her nipples harden even more.

“…You’re feeling it.”

He didn’t smile. He merely muttered it, his face dripping with dark desire.

“And quite a lot, too.”

Even with his lust-darkened eyes, struggling to suppress his boiling desire, he continued his featherlight teasing.

“Ahh…”

With the repeated stimulation, her breathing gradually grew rough. As if handling something delicate, he gently, continuously teased the hardened tips, and they made her gasp hot breaths.

Ilex stared at her like someone afraid to miss a single moment.

It was the first time she had mixed bodies with him while fully sober. In the past, that had left her feeling a bit regretful and bitter. But right now, Tilia couldn’t forgive herself for not having drunk more wine.

She wished she had completely lost her senses. That her mind had gone blank like an idiot.

“Tilia, look.”

Because enduring Ilex Davenport in her right mind—

“I wish your nipples were always this stiff. Easy to swallow in one bite, no matter where we are.”

Her shame revealed itself far too easily.

“Haa…!”

The moment she wished he would just treat her roughly instead, Ilex, as if reading her thoughts, brought his lips to her.

His moist and hot tongue licked over the thin fabric. He bit gently with his lips, then sucked forcefully.

“Mm, uuh…”

His lips, which had only been sucking on the erect bud, began to explore a wider area. From the swollen nipple, to the reddened areola, and then greedily pulling the whole mound of her breast into his mouth.

Then, slick, as if applying saliva, he dragged his tongue broadly across the breastplate. He didn’t neglect the other breast either. Just like he’d kneaded her buttocks, he played with the whole breast with his large hand, occasionally pinching the nipple to stimulate it.

“Hh…”

“I thought maybe it was the holy water making you so sensitive.”

He provided equal oral attention to the other breast he had been toying with, then deliberately released it with a wet pop.

“Guess not. Not if they’re standing this firm.”

Then, as if to show her, he flicked Tilia’s taut, erect nipple with a light tap. With both breasts now soaked and their bare skin fully exposed, Tilia’s face turned red on its own.

“Well, I’m not complaining.”

He licked along her apple-like cheek, then pressed his own against her soft one and whispered, “Even if you had been insensitive, I would’ve made sure you felt it well.”

With another wet kiss to her temple, he suddenly yanked down her nightgown.

Her breasts, red at the tips from prolonged teasing, bounced out.

At the obscene motion of her breasts being revealed, Tilia reflexively pulled her shoulders inward. But unlike her embarrassment, the man watching seemed very pleased by the sight.

At that moment, the reason vanished from Ilex’s eyes as he rubbed his face between her cleavage, wearing an ecstatic expression.

“You don’t know, do you? Just how much… I missed these breasts.”

“Mph…”

Murmuring as if entranced, he began to suck her breasts greedily.

She could feel the peak of the flesh, swallowed entirely in his hot mouth, heating up even more. No longer the teasing through fabric—this direct skin-on-skin contact only heightened her sensitivity.

No, to be honest, what made her soak this much, to the point her hips were squirming on their own… what made her crave stimulation and contact beyond having her breasts sucked…

Was the fact that the one clinging to her breasts was none other than Ilex Davenport.

“More…”

As if drunk at last, her body burning with the ticklish sensation, Tilia cast off her embarrassment and whispered in pursuit of pleasure.

“Do it more, okay?”

At her pleading, Ilex stopped the motion of sucking her nipple and simply raised his eyes from her chest to gaze at Tilia.

Seeing the dangerous blaze contained in those blue-gray eyes that looked back at her, all reason within Tilia burned away.

It had been three years. Since she had last joined bodies with this man. Meeting someone she thought she’d never see again, and once again being devoured by that gaze.

Driven by an instinctual longing born from aching desire, Tilia raised her trembling hand and cupped her full breast.

“Don’t tease… like that…”

She wanted him to mess her up more. To melt her reason completely so she couldn’t think.

So that nothing could come between them. As if the two of them were the only ones left in the world.

Just like back then—when he had lost his mind from holy water.

“A little… just a little rougher…”

She liked his tenderness too. She liked the moments when he softened toward her.

But somehow, she craved a rougher touch. The kind of sensation that made her feel like she was going to be completely ruined, like she was going to lose herself.

Just like those lewd days she had replayed over and over again, the ones that had ultimately tamed her.

“…Rougher?”

The man’s voice that repeated her words came out thick and hoarse. Sensing something, Tilia’s jaw trembled slightly.

“Like before?”

Ilex Davenport’s eyes glinted ominously.

Even before Tilia could nod, he, quick to grasp what she wanted, smiled like a devil getting exactly what he wished for, and slid his hand swiftly under her underwear.

“Like when I was mad with holy water? Want me to go wild like that?”

“Hngg…!”

Inside the small underwear, his large hand moved. His rough middle finger pushed into the hole that was already twitching, spreading her plump, wet folds.