A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 112

“Ugh…!”

But while it was true that it had all gone in, the part about it being okay was a lie.

Tilia couldn’t even breathe properly, gasping under the heavy pressure that felt like a giant snake had coiled up inside her.

Did I really take this before? Did I really cry from pleasure while having something like this inside me?

As she felt the manhood squirming inside her, Tilia writhed from the horrid sense of foreignness.

“I-Ilex. Hic, just a little—”

There was pleasure. It definitely sloshed inside her, filling her belly. But once again, the problem was that his flesh—overly long and thick compared to her insides—was too much.

Tilia, trembling in her thighs as she twisted her neck, instinctively grabbed his shoulders and begged.

“Just—just a little bit back…”

“Tili… a.”

But that plea couldn’t have possibly reached the ears of a man who had just arrived at the heaven he so desperately sought.

“It’s so… good, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Ilex, eyes glazed, braced his elbow beside her face. Then he began to thrust his hips violently like a stallion.

“Ah, haaak!”

The sensation of the fleshy pillar being rammed in deeply, as if trying to carve a path into her belly, was unfamiliar. Beyond unfamiliar—it was painful.

But the worst part of all was the pleasure that began to rise stealthily behind the agony of pressure.

No. Tilia cried and tried to shake off the hand restraining her without realizing it.

She couldn’t allow herself to feel this way while being struck so deep inside. She couldn’t allow herself to go while feeling like a spear stabbed from below would pierce straight out her throat.

Because if she gave in, if she felt pleasure from even something this abnormally sized and brutal…

Then I’d really become someone who can’t feel anything unless it’s Ilex Davenport.

“Ah, ahk, s-stop…!”

Gripped by an instinctive fear and dreadful premonition, Tilia clawed at his shoulder, her face soaked with tears.

“Khk…”

The man, moving like a horse gone wild, suddenly froze.

Hic. Startled by the abrupt halt, Tilia blinked up at the air, dazed. And it was in that moment—

“Haa…”

From deep in her belly, his thing began to throb, swelling with pulses.

What is this? Still struggling to grasp the situation, Tilia shuddered as he started to roll his hips in wide, circular motions, as if stretching her insides.

Her blank, whitewashed mind slowly started to turn.

His manhood, twitching and spasming inside her.

His forehead resting on her shoulder.

His shoulders trembling faintly.

His tightly clenched jaw barely visible under softly shut eyes.

No way…

Tilia, peering through blurry eyes, began to show a delayed wave of confusion.

“Ah. Tilia…”

But that “no way” turned out to be true.

Ilex was climaxing.

Almost immediately after entering her. The man who had once prided himself on lasting forever—he had come as soon as he was inside.

“Haa…”

And it didn’t stop quickly. As if releasing everything pent up over three years, he stayed buried deep inside her and made no move to withdraw.

Tilia glanced at the sensual side of the man’s face and, ignoring the suffocating fullness, wrapped her arms around his back, silently giving him permission to do as he pleased.

How much time passed like that?

Rubbing his soft hair against her neck and shoulder like a dog, spreading his release through every corner of her insides, he finally began to withdraw.

Is it… over now?

Feeling the hot, heavy liquid slowly seep out from below, Tilia, with slightly glazed eyes, looked at the man still hovering over her. His blue-gray eyes were also half-lidded as they gazed down at her.

His eyes slowly traveled over her body and paused near her collarbone.

He stared there for a long time, then suddenly crossed his arms and took off his shirt. Then, without hesitation, he stripped off what remained below.

Why is he taking his clothes off?

Though puzzled, Tilia let her gaze fall upon his now bare body.

It was a night where the moon mimicked the sun. Under the pale moonlight, the man’s perfect form glowed like a marble statue.

Naturally, like appreciating fine art, her eyes drifted downward over the beautiful sculpture.

‘…Huh?’

But just before reaching his thighs, Tilia had to stop, blinking in disbelief.

‘Why is that…’

That thing, glistening and slick with milky fluid, twitched under her gaze—and stood up even higher.

‘…It’s hard.’

Twitch. As if she wanted to run away, Tilia trembled at her toes, and Ilex let out a low laugh as he watched her.

Then, without shame, he slowly stroked his erect cock that was standing so tall it nearly touched his navel.

Each time his large hand traveled down and then back up to the thick tip, his manhood swelled to an almost terrifying size. Before long, the terrifying weapon, having regained its formidable form, stepped closer to her.

“W-wait a minute…”

Tilia, who had thought things would end here for the night—or at least that they’d take a break—stammered and hesitantly backed away, her face flustered.

“Why?”

Ilex tilted his head slightly at the sight.

“Why are you running?”

The man’s face glinted ominously. In the pale moonlight, his blue-gray eyes gleamed with something that bordered on madness.

“Is it because you think I’ll cum again as soon as I put it in?”

A crooked, vulgar laugh poured down from above.

“Sorry. I held it in too long.”

I thought I’d drained enough before coming here, but I guess it wasn’t enough.

Bending down like a pampered dog, Ilex rubbed his head against Tilia’s neck and shoulders and aligned his glans with the still-wet entrance.

Haa… Just that was enough to make him groan thickly with pleasure, and he pushed his hips forward as he exhaled.

Swish. Having once been pierced, her inner walls offered no resistance as his massive cock shoved in deep.

As she trembled slightly from the returning sense of pressure, Ilex pressed his lips to her neck and whispered again with a sigh.

“Still, don’t worry. This time…”

“Haa, mm…!”

No, it wasn’t. What she thought had fully entered had, in fact, barely gone in halfway.

As the cock crept slowly, inch by inch, toward her deepest depths, Tilia tilted her head back and exhaled a fluttering moan.

“Until you’re crying from how many times you’ve come, I won’t cum.”

With those words, the brutal thrusting began.

Squelch, squelch—each time he slammed into her, juices splashed everywhere. Every time his cock—already once filled with semen—entered, prying her open to the limit, white froth bubbled out from her entrance.

Their point of contact wasn’t the only thing pressed together.

Her soft body was completely pinned under his. Her painfully hardened nipples rubbed against his firm chest, and her soaked clit ground against his abs.

Each time he stimulated the pleasure points that had been teased, sucked, and tormented until they stood out, Tilia had to tilt her head back and let out a sharp cry.

But all of that couldn’t compare to the pleasure delivered by the cock pounding against the deepest part of her vaginal canal.

“Ahhk, ah… aghk!”

With his cock, Ilex struck only the exact spots where Tilia felt it most. He rubbed against them with bulging veins and pummeled them with his blunt tip.

It was as if he had a map drawn in his mind—one that laid out the entire interior of Tilia’s vagina.

As though he had memorized it after seeing it hundreds, thousands of times, creating a personal map of her most intimate parts.

Otherwise, how could he so perfectly target only the spots that made her tremble? How could he reduce her to a mess so quickly?

“Ahh… aaah…!”

Letting out animalistic moans, Tilia clutched and pushed at his hard shoulders over and over again.

Just as he varied the rhythm unpredictably to keep her off balance, suddenly—Ilex thrust in all the way, burying the thick root of his cock inside her.

“Aaahk…!”

Up until now, even amidst his merciless pounding, he had at least restrained himself to inserting only about half of it. But now, with this sudden move, Tilia’s eyes rolled back and drool escaped from the corner of her mouth.

“Ah… haahk, it hurts…”

“It’s fine.”

Judging her sense of pressure however he pleased, Ilex whispered like a devil as he ground himself against the forbidden depths of her inner wall.

“You’ll have to get used to it. You can’t keep only taking half forever.”

Though he repeated the motion of pulling out and driving back in, his lips played the role of a sweet lover, planting kisses here and there.

“And earlier… it looked like you were starting to feel it here too.”

No, no… At those terrifying words, Tilia shook her head desperately.

“No way.”

Catching her chin and licking the drool from her lips, Ilex chuckled darkly.

“Soon, you’ll feel it just fine here too.”

If I don’t shove it all the way to the root, you’ll get so disappointed you won’t even be able to cum.

As if vowing to make it so, he lifted his upper body that had been pressed against hers.

Then, gripping Tilia’s hips tightly, he began to pound her like a dog wagging its tail.