A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 113

“Ah, ahhk. Aaaahh—!”

Tilia twisted and thrashed as Ilex pounded into her relentlessly without giving her even a moment to breathe.

Her vision turned white, then black, then white again. It felt like standing before the sun.

Everything turned white in that blinding light—then as if struck blind, nothing but darkness remained. Her sight burned hot, then scattered into ashes. Before the embodiment of light.

Her body was the same. As though she were facing the planet that scorched all things, she felt as if her blood would boil dry. From the depths of her womanhood, where he thrust so obscenely, a heat surged powerful enough to melt her entire body.

The kind of ecstasy that felt as though it could incinerate her organs and obliterate even her soul twisted her brain against her will.

It was coming. Tilia felt a climax approaching, incomparable to anything she had ever experienced.

Whether Ilex felt the same as he alternated between suffocating her by plunging all the way in and then retreating just enough to cruelly prod at her most sensitive spots—

He grabbed the backs of her calves and spread her legs wide.

“Ah, hah. Aaaahh—!”

Her hips lifted again, and she saw his dark red cock ravaging her opening without pause.

Tilia, trying to avert her eyes from the hideous sight—one that seemed to prove she was nothing but a mere animal before she was a rational being—ended up arching her hips instead.

“Ahhh…!”

That was a mistake. At that moment, Ilex drove his cock in vertically, as though trying to force even his testicles into her cramped hole.

Unfortunately, he caught her right as she was lifting her hips—and her mouth gaped open.

The shock that followed felt like her body and soul were being torn apart. The liquid that gushed from below splattered across her face, but she didn’t even register it. With eyes losing focus, she simply stared into the void.

“Hh—, hhhuuuh…”

A sound only a beast would make echoed in the room. He had struck a pleasure point even Tilia herself had never known existed—so deep, it wasn’t even on his map—causing her to tremble and squirt clear liquid like a fountain.

Ha ha. Was that tinnitus? She thought she heard laughter in the distance.

Only after repeatedly falling and floating from a distant cliff did Tilia realize it wasn’t a hallucination—it was real. The man smiling radiantly at her pathetic state was real.

There was no time to feel humiliated.

The same man who had defiled her with his cock was now smiling beautifully as he bent down and covered her lips with his.

He gently rubbed his wide tongue against her limp one and naturally pulled it into his mouth and sucked on it.

“Nnngh…”

But what she thought was simply a kiss was, in fact, a gag. While Tilia released yet another strong stream of fluid, he gave her a brief reprieve to release it all—then once again plunged his massive cock inside.

No, no. As she tried to writhe and resist, he easily held her down and sucked on her tongue as if to yank it out from the root.

“Kh, hnnngh—!”

And then the violent pounding resumed, ready to push her off the cliff all over again.

But everything Tilia wanted to say, all the words caught in her throat, were swallowed up inside Ilex’s mouth—and never made it out.

***

The room that had relied on moonlight to push away the darkness was now quietly welcoming the dawn.

Through the soft curtains, faint sunlight seeped in, and the corners of the room that had hidden in shadow began to reveal themselves in the morning light.

“Mmh…”

But unlike the crisp air awakening the garden outside, Tilia’s bedroom was thick with the scent of lewdness.

“Ah, ngh.”

Her upper body lay facedown on the bed, while her lower half was kneeling on the carpet with her hips raised—Tilia let out breathless moans in that humiliating position.

Her eyes, gasping and wide, had long lost focus. Her face looked foolish, as though part of her brain had melted.

Chup, chuup. From behind her raised hips, the wet squelching continued nonstop. It was the sound of a man with his nose buried in her pussy, sucking at the entrance, swollen and waterlogged from hours of use.

“Hh, haah…”

Tilia shuddered and crumpled the sheets as she felt his tongue thrust deep into her now soft and loosened entrance. Sweat poured again from her damp, trembling back.

Why was she getting eaten out by Ilex like this, in such a strange position?

She tried to grasp the situation, but her thoughts kept dissolving in the midst of her moans.

Amid the whining like a wounded animal, a thread of memory flashed through her.

She had tried to escape from the bed, unable to endure the relentless waves of pleasure that had made her feel like she would literally die.

Yes, that was it. Clutching a blurry thread of memory, Tilia searched her way through the hazy night.

Ilex had caught her and lifted her like a beast. When she writhed from the excessively deep penetration, he let her lie facedown on the bed. Then, when she had tried to crawl away again, panting—he had grabbed her ankles and pulled her down… just like now…

“Not focusing?”

“Ahhh—!”

Tilia, who had barely been holding onto her wandering thoughts, flinched and jolted her shoulders as he suddenly nipped her clit.

“Why do you keep zoning out? It’s kind of disappointing for the guy working hard down here.”

Ilex Davenport sounded genuinely hurt as he pressed the flushed clit down with his fingers, firmly and repeatedly.

“Hh, hngh, haa…”

Tilia had already forgotten what she had been thinking. As he circled the sensitive nub with fingers that seemed to carve in his fingerprints, all she could do was gasp for breath.

With her forehead pressed to the sheet, already crumpled beyond recognition, Tilia panted helplessly. Seeing her like that, he chuckled quietly and brought his mouth back to the entrance, slick with juices.

“Nnggh—!”

But this time, he didn’t just lick her opening.

He spread his tongue wide over her entire pulsing lower lips as if painting them with saliva, and even pressed his tongue to the red perineum he hadn’t touched before.

“Is there a single spot on you that isn’t pretty?”

“D-…don’t…!”

“Don’t? Why not?”

Even as he asked, genuinely puzzled, he didn’t stop teasing her clit while licking her thoroughly below.

“Seeing it pulse like that, it sure looks like you’re enjoying it too.”

“Haaahk—! N-no. Ngh. D-don’t suck…!”

When he fixed his mouth right on that spot and began to suck in earnest, Tilia panicked and flailed her hands behind her, trying to push him away.

“Hmh…”

At her fierce resistance, Ilex paused the suction and looked up at her trembling back.

A silence fell, as though he were calculating something. In that tense stillness, filled only with the sound of uneven breathing, Tilia felt as if she had just shown her back to a predator.

“…Alright.”

At the end of a silence that felt endless only to Tilia, Ilex answered in a tone unexpectedly agreeable.

“Well, we have time.”

With that, his hand touched her flat belly, soaked in all sorts of fluids. With a light motion, he flipped her over and lifted her onto the bed completely.

Startled and flustered, Tilia looked up at him, and Ilex, kneeling, gave her a gentle smile.

At the pretty curve of his wet lips, she suddenly felt a twinge of dread.

“There’s still plenty I want to suck with my mouth.”

Spreading her legs wide again, Ilex dove between them.

“Ah, hngh…!”

This time, his attention wasn’t on the dripping entrance. His lips found the exposed, tender clit.

Like a nursing baby fighting to survive, he latched onto the swollen bud and sucked it with hungry force. Tilia could feel the already erect nub growing impossibly bigger inside his mouth.

“Hngh, nn, ah, don’t…!”

At the same time, his thick fingers plunged into her pulsing vagina, which kept releasing fresh waves of fluid. He pressed firmly against every wrinkled fold, seeking out the spots she reacted to most.

In the cruel pleasure that clawed through her belly, Tilia failed to notice—

That below the red hole where his middle and index fingers worked her inside, his thumb was now gently rubbing her heated perineum.

Amused by his little private game, Ilex chuckled and shoved in another finger without warning.

“Ah, aah—!”

When he hit a pleasure point dead-on, Tilia arched her back and cried out. Ilex, gripping her spasming thighs, buried his face even deeper.

He guzzled down the flood of juices overflowing like a broken dam and, unable to resist, reached down to stroke his own leaking cock with his free hand.

“Now then.”

At the end of that long climax, Tilia collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Let’s see just how well you’ve loosened up, Tilia.”

But the rest she had hoped for never came.

Ah, hah, hngh. With a thick, veiny shaft shoved into her convulsing entrance, the man began slamming into her with loud thrusts.

Tilia cried out and writhed, but the long night had only just begun.