A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 120

“Ah, ahhk, aaah—!”

At the sensation of it being bitten and chewed, her hand flew off and her hips jolted up. With his canines gnawing roughly, her pussy couldn’t take it and began gushing like a flood, spilling uncontrollably.

“Ah, ah, nnngh, it… hurts…”

“Hurt? Nonsense.”

Flick—he snapped her clit with his long finger, then rubbed the now even more swollen tip and whispered, “Tilia, you like this more than getting sucked. Look at this, see how wet you’re getting?”

Thrust—he shoved in both his index and middle fingers at once, spreading her insides wide like he was using scissors. Tilia trembled and shook her head, her thighs quivering.

But even as her body tried to deny it, her true feelings said otherwise.

Could it be? Deep in her chest, a ripple stirred—questioning whether what he said might actually be true.

Do I really… enjoy being handled so roughly in such sensitive places?

“You like it rough. You like it when I bite down hard like this.”

“Nngh… mmph, aah…”

As his fingers and tongue worked her over, Tilia’s hips gradually lifted off the table.

The small feet that had been weakly pounding his shoulders were now pressing their heels to the table, her hips lifting just enough to give him better access to suck her.

“…You’re good at that.”

While chewing on her plump clit with his molars, Ilex scoffed when he saw the lewd movement she was making.

She probably didn’t even realize it herself, but her body was seducing him—blatantly, shamelessly. The way she circled her hips in rhythm with the three fingers now inside her was the clearest proof.

Handprints and bite marks dotted her full breasts. Below that, her navel and the curves of her hips formed graceful lines—and Ilex’s gaze settled on her soaked pussy, drenched as if someone had dumped water over it.

The way her walls sucked on his fingers was so intense, it made his cock—already so hard it threatened to burst through his pants—ache from the pressure.

Jealous of even his own fingers now inside her, Ilex brought his thumb to her clit, now raw and exposed. And without any more teasing, he began pressing down on the swollen nub without mercy.

“Nnngh, aahhk, aaaaah—!”

Tilia, who had been lazily rolling her hips with dazed eyes, suddenly saw sparks burst before her eyes. The dazzling explosion, ignited not from outside stimulation but from deep within, erupted like fireworks and twisted her lower belly into a storm of pleasure.

“Ah, hngh, ngh…!”

Squelch, squelch. The lewd sound of fingers plunging in and out echoed from her drenched folds.

But with all her senses except for touch cut off, Tilia couldn’t hear a thing. Not the sound of water splashing from her like a summer downpour, nor even her own unrestrained moans—everything was distant, like tinnitus from a faraway place.

The only thing she could feel now was the hurricane of ecstasy raging within her.

Each time he pressed that overly sensitive bud, each time his thick fingers scraped against the sweet spot on her inner wall, her mouth hung open, drool spilling like she was brainless.

Her body, consumed by pleasure, had stopped being hers a long time ago. Under Ilex’s control, her pussy was being shoved, crushed, and toyed with as it pleased him, releasing like a watering can spraying across the garden.

No, no… Feeling an intense climax building from deep within, threatening to tear through her from below, Tilia twitched, trying instinctively to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

But she was dough on Ilex’s counter. She was meat waiting to be cooked in his hands.

Pulled back in by his strong grip, Tilia trembled as she instinctively sensed what was about to happen.

“This habit of yours needs fixing. When you’re about to come, you should beg for more—not try to run.”

Tsk. Clicking his tongue softly, he pressed his blunt fingernail right where Tilia had feared—at the plump spot near the entrance of her pussy, where she felt it most. At the same time, he twisted her clit, now swollen from his alternating gentle and cruel teasing, as if to wring it out.

“Ah, aaah—!”

There was no escaping from that densely woven net of pleasure.

Tilia convulsed like a fish thrown onto dry land as the climax—so intense it defied all comparison—burst from her clit.

“Ah, hhh, uuuh, haaah—!”

The peak she reached was as long as ever. A climax that seemed it would never end was powered by Ilex’s unrelenting thrusting fingers, which didn’t stop until she had absolutely nothing left to pour out.

As Tilia cried out like a beast, he pressed a playful kiss to her cheek and dove back down to lick up the leftover juices scattered across the roses.

Squelch, schlk. As the obscene sounds echoed from below her navel, Tilia shuddered and looked up at the sky with eyes glazed like frosted glass.

The night sky spread like navy velvet, pierced with white stars like holes poked by a needle.

Watching those delicate lights, a long-forgotten sense of shame slowly crept up from the tips of her toes.

Even if there wasn’t a single ant around, as he had said, up above were the eyes of the sky. Watching her. Witnessing her turn into a beast.

Flustered by the gazes of the moon and stars, Tilia fumbled to grab at a scrap of torn fabric to cover her chest.

That’s when she heard it.

Click. The sound of a belt being undone came from below.

Her awareness lagged just behind her hearing. Before she knew it, a thick, veiny cock stood dangerously close to her pussy, poised to thrust in at any moment.

“No, don’t!”

Tilia let out a shrill scream and quickly covered her flushed folds with both hands.

She was barely faster than him. Denied entrance at the very edge of heaven, his cock gave a frustrated twitch, clearly displeased.

“After soaking yourself this much, now you say no?”

Ilex scoffed and reached to pull her hands away.

“N-no. Don’t put it in.”

But Tilia’s resistance was fierce. Each time he peeled her hands away, they returned just as fast, desperately covering her entrance. Her frantic attempts, as if begging for mercy, looked so pitiful that they seemed even more lewd than being fully exposed.

Her pale hands, struggling to hide the flushed, swollen pussy he had ravaged, painted a more obscene picture than if she had simply spread her legs.

“Why? Why not?”

Noticing that Tilia was seriously trying to block him, Ilex’s expression clearly darkened.

Of course, his frustration wasn’t limited to words. Regardless of her hands, he ran his thick shaft along her knuckles as if to say he’d shove it in whether she liked it or not.

“Ah, uhh, t-today… not today…”

Press, press. The swollen tip, slick with precum, pressed insistently against her covered entrance, forcing her own hand to rub against her clit.

“I—hahh—until I give permission… ah—no.”

Ashamed of her own voice, nasally and weak, Tilia bit her lip.

This wasn’t what she meant to say. In her plan, she was supposed to speak from above him, full of dominance, while he begged for control.

But carried away by pleasure and unable to hold to her ideals, Tilia still managed to hold firm at her limit, sniffing as she gave a warning.

“If you… just put it in however you want… then, nghh, I won’t… ever do it with you again.”

At that, Ilex stopped his obscene rubbing, which had looked like he was masturbating against her small hands, and glared at her with narrowed eyes.

“You going to keep threatening me like that?”

“…I mean it.”

Though her tone was calm, Tilia’s firm words made Ilex’s face finally harden.

He turned his head to the side with an irritated sigh, then pulled his body—until now pressed close—slightly away.

Looks like he’s backing off. Thinking that, Tilia relaxed the hands guarding her lower half.

She was wrong.

“Think it over, Tilia.”

As if the distance had only been to catch her off guard, Ilex pressed his cock against her hand again with even more force than before.

“Ah, nngh. H-ha—don’t…!”

“You were about to lose it just from fingers—imagine how good it’ll feel if I put this in?”

The man, whose cock was standing so fiercely it nearly reached his navel, rubbed it against her hand as he whispered in her ear.

“I’ll put it in perfectly. Only where you feel it most, okay?”

“Nngh, nn… I don’t want to…”

“I’ll put it in all the way, right here, you know?”

Leaning over her, Ilex grabbed one of Tilia’s breasts with a full hand, then slid it down and tapped just above her flat stomach with his finger.

“Just picture it. You’ll be writhing in pleasure.”

His powerful hips tried to force entry, and the ends of his fingers—now curled in from the pressure—kept slipping toward her soaked entrance.

Her fingertips buzzed from the tingling pleasure. The heat spreading from her clit, which was being persistently ground under his palm, mixed with the sensation of his lips suckling her earlobe and his fingers playing with her nipple.

Tilia’s mind slowly began to blur.

You’re going to let him in anyway. What difference does one day make?

Just… now…

But just before she could give in and wrap her arms around his neck—

The stars and moon, glimmering in his pure, glowing irises, stared straight into hers.

Under that innocent light, Tilia’s cheeks flushed red, and the blurred boundaries in her mind snapped back into clarity.

“…No. You can’t.”

Struggling to catch her increasingly erratic breath, she grabbed Ilex’s shoulder, which was nuzzling into her neck.

“Until I give permission… you can’t.”

She could feel the muscle beneath her hand stiffen. His cock, which had been grinding relentlessly between her fingers, also froze.

Suddenly overcome with a chill, Tilia rolled her eyes upward and met the gaze of a man who looked like a wild beast newly chained by a collar.

“…Ha.”

After staring at her for a long time, Ilex exhaled a sigh from deep within his gut and slowly pushed himself up.

He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, as if trying to hold something back, then licked his red lips and said in a coaxing tone, “As long as I don’t put it in, right?”

“…Huh?”

Startled by the ominous shift in tone, Tilia flinched. In her wary gaze, she saw his mouth curl into a sly, unsettling smile.

Just as a new wave of anxiety was starting to rise—

“Kyah!”

Her hands, which had barely been holding him back, were suddenly pushed aside. With her wrists pinned to the table—its surface cushioned by a discarded jacket—Ilex pressed his cock, like it was begging to be let in, directly against her warm entrance.

“You—don’t put it in—!”

“I won’t.”

He answered as he slowly rolled his hips. The thick head and bulging veins rubbed directly against her clit, gliding up and down and driving her insane with sensation.

“You said as long as I don’t put it in, right?”

“Nnngh, haa…”

Their soaked, swollen sexes stuck together, slippery and obscene. The arousal that had momentarily been forgotten returned in full force.

“This isn’t putting it in—it’s just enjoying it…”

So it’s fine, right? Yeah?

Maybe…

With his ragged breaths at her ear and her hardened nipples brushing against his firm chest, Tilia began to waver.

Right. This much… I’m still enjoying it too…

Hnnngh. She moaned, eyes fluttering closed to avoid the scolding light of the moon and stars.

Among the full bloom of seasonal roses, a sharp, musky scent crept in like an unwelcome guest.

But neither of them cared.

They had no interest in whether the scent clinging to their noses came from roses or their partner’s sweat.

All they did was press even closer and greedily lap up each other’s scent.