A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 144

“Haa…”

Ilex was only satisfied once she had completely collapsed onto the desk in exhaustion.

Having had his fill, he smugly lifted his damp chin as if showing off and straightened his body.

Sniffling, Tilia muttered resentfully, “I said… you could break a few rules.”

“I didn’t break that many. We haven’t even started the actual penetration yet.”

At those words, Tilia stared at him wide-eyed, seemingly shocked, and began hiccuping. Her expression so transparently betrayed her thoughts that, though laughing inwardly, Ilex acted disappointed on the outside.

“What, you want to stop here?”

“…N-no, that’s not it…”

“I’m hurt. I haven’t even gotten to go once yet.”

Though he had clearly been enjoying it as much as she had, Ilex feigned regret shamelessly. Of course, despite the sullen look on his face, the erection between his firm thighs was still pulsing with impatience.

“Fine. Just once, and that’s it.”

All of this was part of an act—to secure permission to break the only rule he had never violated before: not to have sex for two consecutive days.

Tomorrow was the weekend. Eager to finally experience morning sex—a long-held desire he had never had the chance to fulfill—Ilex leaned even harder into the performance.

“…Come here.”

But what began as an attempt to win her sympathy took an unexpected turn.

As Tilia shakily pushed herself up and reached out as if making up her mind, Ilex inhaled sharply at the unexpected place her hand landed.

“…Does it hurt?”

Misinterpreting his breathless reaction, Tilia asked cautiously. No. Ilex shook his head quickly and leaned in closer to her.

“Not at all. Use both hands. Rub harder.”

Ordering her with a husky voice, Ilex stared intensely down at his lower half.

Had he ever observed his own genitals this closely in his life?

Probably not. This was, after all, the first time Tilia had ever touched him there.

“You can squeeze harder.”

His voice trembled with arousal, and Tilia, emboldened, gripped him with more force.

Her slender hands wrapped around the beast of a cock smeared in streaks of white fluid—it was overwhelmingly erotic. Not just because of the contrast in color, but because of what it symbolized.

Tilia was pleasuring him. Not by force. Not because he asked her to. Willingly. Of her own accord.

Thinking and rethinking the same phrase, Ilex pressed his pleasure-sensitized member closer to her.

As expected of someone so inexperienced, Tilia’s movements were clumsy. Even with both hands, she could only manage to rub around the thick shaft.

But even that feeble action was enough to make Ilex’s hips jerk from the stimulation.

It felt unbelievably good. So good it didn’t seem fair. His reason bleached white, and sparks flew before his eyes.

“More… more…”

Without realizing it, he buried his face in the nape of her neck and pleaded.

“Just a bit faster… please…”

He rubbed his flushed forehead against her shoulder and guided her hand toward the tip, longing for contact with his glans.

Haa. When her palm touched the exposed tip, his back muscles jolted like electricity had surged through him. Like a boy experiencing his first handjob, he couldn’t think straight.

With every wet glide of her soft palm over his slick, dripping member, obscene squelching sounds echoed between them. In between those lewd noises came the ragged panting of a beast in heat.

Not enough. Ilex pushed his body so close it was hard for her to move her hand freely, then bit her shoulder lightly.

He wished she would stop teasing and rub him hard. He wished she would grip the head and wring it out cruelly.

“…Ilex.”

So lost in his thoughts of wanting more that he only belatedly realized Tilia had been calling him.

When he turned his lust-clouded eyes, he saw her bright red face. Even while flushed like that, she hadn’t stopped moving her hand. Then, with apparent determination, she opened her mouth.

“Stick out your tongue…”

At her request—a command he often gave—he blinked, momentarily dazed. Then, as if entranced, he obeyed.

Ah. His tongue was invited into her heat. With dazed eyes, Ilex felt the warmth of her narrow mouth suck him in and closed his eyes in surrender.

The moment he imagined that the soft, persistent sucking wasn’t on his tongue—but somewhere else on his body—

“Kh—!”

A climax hit him, unstoppable and absolute.

It was an overwhelming sensation. His vision turned white, and his hips slammed forward, pressing tightly against Tilia’s belly. As if to express the peak of his pleasure, a thick burst of fluid shot out with more force than ever, splattering up to her chest in milky streaks.

“Hh, ngh…”

As the long wave of pleasure subsided, Ilex collapsed against Tilia’s shoulder, rubbing his sweat-drenched hair against her.

Tilia, who had just witnessed his climax up close, hesitated with a flushed face before raising a sticky hand to rest it on his back.

Thump, thump. She could feel his rapid heartbeat through her damp palm. Finding it oddly endearing, Tilia let out a small giggle—

“…Huh?”

She was suddenly laid down. Her gaze drifted up to the high ceiling above, blinking in confusion—until something warm stirred below.

There wasn’t even time to wonder. Ilex aligned his tip to her entrance and pushed in without a moment’s hesitation.

“Hnnk—!”

Pierced was the only way to describe it. Tilia let out a raw cry, her body twisting. Her inner walls clenched around him the moment he filled her in one swift thrust.

“Haa…”

But it wasn’t over. His cock, still hard and thick, throbbed with delight as it thrust into her wrinkled depths, then began driving in deeper still.

“Hh, a-ah, n-no, d-don’t…!”

Ignoring her protests, Ilex pushed in to the base, burying the thickest part of himself deep inside. He exhaled in satisfaction, then hoisted her trembling thighs over his shoulders.

“I love you, Tilia.”

With a wet smooch, he kissed her damp cheek—his signal to begin.

As if fueled by arousal, his thrusts grew rough. At a pace she couldn’t hope to keep up with, Tilia could only flounder, lost in the flood of pleasure slamming into her.

***

What had started on the desk moved to the carpeted floor, the chairs, and eventually the sofa. Somewhere in that time, night faded and dawn’s pale glow peeked through the curtains.

“Ah, hng, mmm…!”

But time held no meaning for the two locked in carnal union. Bent over the armrest of the sofa like a lifeline, Tilia, taking Ilex’s cock from behind, didn’t know if it was night or morning—only moaning wetly.

As if trying to bury even his balls inside, his thrusts grew increasingly fierce. Slap slap—the sound of wet skin slamming echoed sharper and louder with every movement.

“Ah, hng, mmm, ah…!”

Her cries shifted into near screams. As her swollen entrance, already gushing several times, began to clench in anticipation of another climax—

“Tili… a. What should I do?”

Ilex suddenly leaned forward, his body pressing flush against her back.

“I think I… hah… forgot to take the contraceptive tea.”

His whisper was thick in her ear. One hand reached down, groping her tender breasts with messy fingers.

“Is it okay… if I do it inside?”

Despite the vulgarity of his actions, his voice softened as he slowed his hips, asking her permission. Of course, the expression on his face—hidden from her view—was anything but gentle.

His focused bluish-gray eyes scanned her reactions like a predator licking its prey.

With her back turned, all he could see were her red ears and nape. But the tension in her body told him everything—she was wound tight with nerves.

Watching her stiffen, Ilex licked his lips.

Just as his anxious desire was about to take over—

“…Does it even matter if we stop now?”

Tilia answered in a voice cracked from use.

“You’ve already… done it inside me dozens of times.”

After saying that, she gripped the sofa armrest even tighter. As if bracing for what was to come, her grip stirred Ilex’s softening heart.

Yet the smile he wore after hearing what he wanted was in stark contrast to his painfully hard, denied cock.

“You’re right.”

“Mmh, ha, hng…!”

“It doesn’t matter. Right, yeah, you’re right.”

As if to soothe his frustrated length, his hips bucked wildly. With relentless thrusts that allowed no pause, Tilia twisted her waist as if trying to escape.

“Ah, no, hng, mmm, h-haah—!”

Pinning her down completely, Ilex drove his hips even harder. Sharing in the pleasure she was surely feeling, he reached down and twisted her swollen, overstimulated clit.

“Ah, aah—!”

The climax hit like lightning. Struck directly in her pleasure point, Tilia trembled violently, crying out in a final moan.

Ah. Feeling the same ecstasy as her spasming inner walls clamped around him, Ilex, too, plunged into the paradise of release.