A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 143

The undressing happened in an instant. In the blink of an eye, Tilia stood completely bare, not a single thread on her body, staring only at the underwear scattered across the floor as if she couldn’t quite comprehend what had just happened to her.

Unable to conceal the confusion on her face, Ilex kissed her lips and then effortlessly lifted her into his arms. He swept everything off the large desk in a rough motion and laid her down on its now-cleared surface.

Her dazzlingly white body rested against the dark wood.

Like a man who knew no shame, Ilex stood there, erection raised, staring at her.

In the dim light, his silver-lit body looked almost sacred. Was it because he was the descendant of a demon, or simply the limit of being a male that he always chose the desire to defile such purity over preserving its grace?

Whatever the reason, Ilex didn’t care. He gripped the unusually pale back of her thigh, untouched by the sun, with strength.

Tap, tap—the aroused tip of his arousal was already brushing against her navel. Realizing how much more excited he was than usual for having earned Tilia’s trust, Ilex tried to calm himself with a joking whisper.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to stick to the rules today.”

Whenever he said that, Tilia would always frown and turn her back to him. She would glare at him and pull her legs together, claiming she didn’t want to.

Expecting the same response today, Ilex’s prediction was completely wrong.

“Today…”

Looking at him with dreamy, intoxicated eyes, Tilia whispered softly, “…I’ll let it slide if you break a few.”

That sultry permission, that submission that felt reserved only for him, finally ignited the last of Ilex’s restraint. He leaned down a little rougher than before, toward the woman who had swollen his heart with longing only to play innocent.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Mmh…!”

“You want to toy with me, bend me to your will…”

You want me to lose control even more. You’re doing this deliberately.

But the last line, the one he wanted to pronounce clearly, came out muffled. His tongue, full in his mouth as it sucked down a handful of her breasts, couldn’t pronounce properly.

How long would it take to suck and lick this luscious fruit before it lost its flavor?

Murmuring the question he might never answer, Ilex left teeth marks on her soft breasts. He nibbled on her swollen nipples, then gently rolled them with his tongue as if he hadn’t been rough a moment ago.

“Ah, haah…!”

Her body, fully attuned to his touch, rejoiced even in his erratic changes. Sensing how quickly she was becoming aroused—faster than usual—Ilex grasped her other breast with his large hand and kneaded it firmly.

“Mmh, nn…”

As he alternated between massaging and sucking her breasts, Tilia’s pupils began to dilate. Even the legs that had kept some degree of tension gradually relaxed.

Welcoming that sign of invitation, Ilex rubbed his monstrous length against her now-exposed flesh. As expected, the moans that escaped her mouth grew stickier.

Ah, good. Of course, she wasn’t the only one feeling pleasure race up her spine.

Every time his veiny shaft rubbed against her damp folds, every time his swollen tip aligned with her clit, the hypersensitive organ dripped more arousal in response.

The place below, now flooded with the mixing of two fluids, made squelching noises too obscene to ignore even with ears covered.

When Ilex felt Tilia’s entrance twitch and begin to clutch at his member, he bit down hard on one nipple before pulling himself upright. As much as he wanted to keep rolling these breasts around in his mouth all day, the situation below was becoming too urgent.

Not his urgency, but the woman in front of him, panting and desperate below.

In the room thick with the scent of lust, Ilex exhaled a breath soaked in arousal and looked down at Tilia, sprawled across the desk.

Lying where objects had been scattered moments ago, her body was flushed all over.

The place that had taken the deepest hue of red was, unsurprisingly, the breast he had just been playing with. Unable to resist, he bit her cheek as she turned her head and panted.

He moved lower.

He kissed her slender neck, her pronounced collarbones, her chest, and the dip near her navel. Hoping his lips would leave brand-like marks blooming across her skin, he finally reached the swamp, soaked with moisture.

As if standing in a field of full-bloomed flowers, Ilex inhaled Tilia’s scent deeply—and his head spun with dizziness.

This is a scent only I can take in. A sight only I am allowed to witness.

With tight possessiveness, he stared at the fully revealed secret. From the lewd, pulsating entrance to the damp, fluttering folds. From the barely peeking, pitifully trembling tip to the plump mound that embraced it—there wasn’t a single spot that wasn’t beautiful.

Where should I taste first? Just as he licked his lips with anticipation, something in his view irritated him.

Tilia was trying to squeeze her legs shut with some effort. Ilex frowned slightly and gently smacked her soft buttocks.

“Ah!”

“Stay still.”

Scolding her, he turned his gaze back to her sex, which, unlike its reluctant owner, was releasing drops of arousal in eager anticipation.

Though she was already dripping wet, a bit more preparation was needed. He had to stir her with his tongue and fingers until she was so ripe she softened and melted.

Tilia was tight here, just like in her mouth. If he wanted to thrust in his cock and scrape her deep inside, he needed to make her thoroughly slick and yielding.

Perhaps recalling the sensation of that loosened inner flesh, his arousal twitched impatiently. Wait. Ignoring the urge from his own body, Ilex properly positioned Tilia’s knees.

First, he gave a long lick to the red sex that looked like a torn wound, then took the quivering folds into his mouth in one gulp. As he suckled, he felt her toes twitch beside his face in response.

Greedily planning to suck those wiggling toes later too, Ilex lowered himself further. As expected, his firm tongue was sucked right into her wet hole.

“Huuh, uuuh…!”

Even after penetrating her so deeply, why did no mark remain? Letting out a sigh of frustration, Ilex pushed in more of his flesh.

He felt her inner walls twitch and tighten at the sudden invasion. In a place where sweetness shouldn’t exist, his tongue tingled from the sugary taste as he explored where his lower half would soon enter.

He teased her inner walls, poking here and there, and her hips bucked harder and harder. Laughing in his throat, Ilex pressed his shapely nose against her swelling clit like a punishment.

“Nn, haahk-!”

Her rising moans made his cock tremble as if it shared her pleasure.

Though he was the one pleasuring her, he felt as though he were the one losing his mind.

With every gush of her fluid, his shaft leaked as well, and his hips rotated slowly, mimicking thrusts as if reacting to direct stimulation.

“Huuh, aaah…!”

As he gulped down the liquid flooding his mouth, Ilex briefly wondered if all of this was just for his own satisfaction.

Her moans and her overflowing fluids dictated his pleasure.

He ravaged her wrinkled inner walls as though he would dissolve them completely, then finally withdrew his tongue from her entrance. From above, he heard her panting like she had finally found a chance to breathe.

If he lifted his head now, he would see Tilia covering her face with her arms and sobbing. And even then, her nipples would be stiff, and her hips would still twitch from time to time.

Tempted for a moment, Ilex hardened his resolve and buried his face back below.

“Nn, aaahng-!”

Not yet. He could see plenty of that when he truly thrust into her later.

Now was the time to bite her swollen clit and loosen her entrance with his fingers. That annoyingly tight hole still wasn’t ready with just his tongue.

“Ah, hh, ah, no, stop…!”

As always, Tilia sat halfway up and grabbed his hair. Foolish. She didn’t even know this was his favorite part.

“Uugh, w-wait, ngh-!”

As he fiercely sucked on the adorably swollen bud like he wanted to pop it into his mouth, Tilia sobbed and pushed against his shoulder. But when the number of fingers thrusting into her increased from two to three, she could no longer resist and only trembled in convulsions.

“Ah, hahk, ngh…”

It had been a long time since he heard that beast-like cry. Despite appearances, he had actually been faithfully observing the rules she had set.

But today was the day his master had granted him liberation.

Ilex didn’t stop the lips and hands that had become mere tools of pleasure until Tilia had cried out, gushing below again and again.