A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 111

“Ha, hmph…”

Her back arched involuntarily, and her lips parted.

His movements were rougher than before. Yet Tilia couldn’t deny the excitement rising like a fire being lit in her belly.

She liked it. This was finally what she knew as sex. The way her vision turned white, her knees felt numb, and she drooled down below without any thoughts—like a fool. It felt like she had finally reached the situation she’d been hoping for.

Her first had been Ilex Davenport. Her last experience was with him too.

So for Tilia, intercourse could only be engraved in her memory as those fearfully obscene acts with him.

“What am I to do with you?”

As he pounded into the dripping wetness, splashing her hands with fluid, Ilex only murmured in a lamenting voice.

“It’s been so long, I wanted to be as gentle as possible.”

“Ah, hmph, uh…!”

The tiny panties trimmed with black lace stretched to their limit and then snapped back repeatedly from his playful hands. Tilia, trembling, unknowingly grabbed the veiny arm that was thrusting into her.

“If that’s what you want, then I guess I have no choice.”

Gripping her persistently twitching buttocks with his other hand, he let out a low laugh from deep in his throat.

“I’ll do it how you want, Tilia.”

Truthfully, I wanted that too.

That was the last thing he said. Without warning, two more fingers thrust in.

Three thick fingers stuffed inside her convulsing walls stirred wildly, each as if it had its own will, probing Tilia’s insides without mercy.

“You haven’t even masturbated once?”

Feeling the impossibly tight walls clenching and pulsing without a gap, Ilex frowned slightly as he asked.

“This is a bit…”

His bloodshot eyes turned toward Tilia’s dripping womanhood, her pubic hair soaked completely. A deeper heat flooded over the blue-gray eyes, and the cock caged behind his pants twitched and drooled as if going insane from wanting to be released.

“You’re clenching too hard.”

He sighed softly, as if feeling disappointed, and gently scraped the spot where she could feel the entrance of her inner wall.

“Thinking about you, I went in and out of the bathroom a few times a day.”

“Haaaugh!”

“Really… not even once?”

Chuckling, Ilex grabbed Tilia’s spasming waist as she writhed uncontrollably and asked with innocent curiosity.

“It’s okay though. I’ll stretch you out again.”

He whispered breezily, then gently rubbed her adorably swollen clit with his thumb.

“Hah, ha, hah.”

As both her inner and outer erogenous zones were stimulated at the same time, moans spilled from Tilia’s throat.

No sooner had she learned pleasure than her body—which had been abstinent for three years, if not in mind then in practice—couldn’t hold itself together under such intense caresses.

“Haaah!”

But that wasn’t the end. Bowing his head, he took the breasts that bounced with every thrust into his mouth and began to suck on her nipple hard.

“Ah, ahhh…!”

The moment his hot tongue circled around the plump bud—

Splash. Fluid gushed downward. Her sweat-soaked body trembled in spasms as it released a stream of liquid.

“You came already?”

She couldn’t even register Ilex’s excited voice. Faced with the overpowering orgasm given by a man for the first time in three years, Tilia simply collapsed backward like a tree losing its core.

“Hick, ah, no, stop…!”

But the thought that she might be given a moment of rest was just wishful thinking.

Following her down, Ilex kissed her flushed cheek with a loud smooch, then, as if to drain the remaining fluid from below, began flicking his middle finger rapidly. At the vulgar movement, Tilia let out a scream and pushed at the sheet with her heels.

The climax dragged on and on. Drip, drip. The stream that had been gushing weakened, and even the trickle of fluid came to an end.

Soaked in exhaustion, Tilia could only cover her eyes with her arm and gasp for air.

Unlike her body, still floating in bliss, her heart swelled with anxiety and unease.

Had she made a mistake? Said something she shouldn’t have?

Even before actual intercourse had begun, she was already overwhelmed by pleasure, and the thought of the long night still ahead made her body tremble in fear.

Rip. A tearing sound echoed from below.

What…? Dread welled up inside her. She moved her arm away from her face, only to see her torn underwear flying through the air like a rag.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

Misunderstanding the dazed look Tilia gave the scrap of fabric, Ilex hastily grabbed the back of her knee, spreading her legs.

“I’ll buy you the whole shop…”

“Ahhk!”

However, Tilia couldn’t even properly hear what he was saying. Because something heavy had begun to push its way in between her lewdly spread legs.

“Let me do it right this time.”

“Hah, ugh…!”

The thick, red shaft forcing its way in, prying open the entrance that had been trying to shrink back to its original size, was far larger than what Tilia remembered. It went beyond being merely big—it was frightening.

No.

That thing, thick as a forearm, was entering so tightly it felt like it would stretch out all her inner folds. The sense of fullness from just the tip made Tilia pant, rubbing the back of her head against the sheets.

No, this is too much…

At some point, her slim thighs had been hooked over his shoulders, and her hips were lifted halfway into the air.

As a result, Tilia couldn’t even look away. She had no choice but to clearly see it.

That thing, far too big and thick to be a part of the human body, was brutally penetrating her soft flesh.

She didn’t even know when he had started dripping precum, but the glossy shaft was slowly descending as it pushed apart her plump labia.

Tilia, her face soaked with moisture, watched the obscene scene of her lower half being impaled.

Everything about it was overwhelmingly sensual. No—rather than sensual, it was erotic. No, even more than erotic…

“Haa… It’s so tight…”

It was unbearably raw.

While Tilia, feeling as though she had seen something she shouldn’t have, eventually closed her eyes, Ilex didn’t look away from what his cock was doing—exhaling hot breaths.

The pleasure of being squeezed so tightly inside her made a thick line appear between his brows.

Yet regardless of how good it felt, his excessively large shaft—facing a passage that seemed to have grown even narrower over the past three years—could barely get in.

Her hole, which had gushed out so much fluid, was undeniably soaked. The problem was the thickness and brutality of his size.

Damn it. As if realizing it wouldn’t go in by force alone, Ilex cursed and lifted one hand that had been supporting Tilia’s waist.

“Tilia, suck it.”

His thick-boned hand suddenly reached into Tilia’s mouth.

“Wrap around it, like when you suck my tongue.”

Only then did Tilia’s dazed gaze meet his again. Her green eyes, darkened with tears, locked with his just as she felt the massive shaft buried inside her twitch violently.

Haaah… At the sudden jolt, Tilia flinched, and then reluctantly welcomed his fingers into her mouth as he pressed them against her lips.

Her red tongue wrapped around the thick fingers. Below, Ilex continued forcing his cock in deeper, and above, he swam through the tight and hot cavern of her mouth with his fingers.

For a while, his fingers pushed down on her soft tongue like something else entirely, stirring her wet mouth obscenely. Then, after briefly scraping her palate, they pulled out.

The fingers, now soaked with spit, went straight for the swollen bud hiding between her labia.

“Hnnngh…!”

Above her inflamed and stretched entrance, he found the little nub poking out and began pressing it firmly with his damp fingers.

As though pushing a button, her insides convulsed and squirted fluid.

She could feel it herself, how clearly her sensitive spot responded to his touch—so she knew how obvious it must be to the man whose cock was buried inside her.

Letting out a rough groan like he couldn’t take it anymore, Ilex broke into a sweat.

Muttering something to himself, he ignored her spasming body and rammed his cock deep into Tilia’s now slackened opening.

“Hhgh, it’s too much…”

The sensation of that thick thing entering after forcing open the entrance was like shoving an old, massive serpent inside her. Or like endlessly feeding a coarse, thick rope—used to tie cargo—into her.

And yet, seeing how much was still left of him, Tilia burst into tears.

Damn…

Only then did she remember: there had barely been any times when she had taken all of his cock. Even the pounding that had left her breathless had really only been with him halfway inside.

But tonight, Ilex seemed determined to bury that massive weapon to the root. Terrified by the instinctual fear this triggered, Tilia placed a trembling hand on her lower belly.

“It’s okay.”

As she writhed to escape, Ilex intertwined his fingers with hers and lowered his forehead to hers.

“It’ll be in… soon…”

And what he said was true.

Moving slowly enough that she could feel the bulging veins and the slight curve of its shape, his cock eventually plunged in deep—like a spear—without warning.