A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 145

It felt like part of his brain was melting like butter on a flame. In an instant, his vision turned white, and a weightless floating sensation wrapped around his entire body.

“Haa…”

At the peak of the greatest pleasure one person could give another, Ilex sighed as his strength gave out and he collapsed.

The wet back pressed to his chest continued to tremble. Ilex considered reaching down to stroke the reddened peak once more, but then changed his mind and lifted his body.

“Nnh, enough…”

As he sat on the sofa and pulled Tilia’s limp body onto his lap, she feebly shook her head. Don’t worry, I won’t. Whispering gently, Ilex stroked her trembling waist to soothe her.

“Breathe. Slowly… That’s it.”

Even with his comforting touch, Tilia remained stiff and unsettled. Only after a long time being patted did she finally begin to return to a steady rhythm of breath.

Haa, good. Despite saying he wouldn’t, Ilex let out a hot breath and pulled Tilia in more securely.

He had enjoyed the process of teasing her tight entrance to make room for himself, but what he liked even more was the fully loosened, slick hole that followed.

Feeling the inner walls shaped precisely to his girth, as if custom-made for him, satisfied a possessiveness that no climax alone could quench.

Sensing his once-softened cock stiffen again after releasing as much as he wanted, Ilex slid his fingers into Tilia’s hair.

“Don’t move.”

There was no way Tilia wouldn’t notice him growing again inside her.

As she tried to shift away, he pressed her back down with a firm palm and murmured, “If you keep flinching like that, it just turns me on more.”

At the warning, Tilia whimpered like a startled pup and forced herself to relax. Not that it helped; the tender inner walls that Ilex liked best only made him harder.

Still joined together—skin pressed wetly against skin—Ilex savored their lingering intimacy.

Of course, he was the only one enjoying it. Tilia, her belly now full, kept writhing uncomfortably. Sensing her inner walls tightening in protest, Ilex eventually glanced down with a heated gaze.

Watching carefully, he realized it wasn’t just his cock stretching her insides that was bothering her.

Tilia was biting her already swollen lips and rubbing her lower belly. It seemed the pool of cum inside her was what truly bothered her.

Haha. Easily guessing what was on her mind, Ilex licked her anxious cheek.

She seemed to be worried about pregnancy. She must’ve been anxious that the seed he had released so deep inside her might be seeping into her womb.

Adorably so. Yet there was no need for concern.

Despite what he whispered to her, Ilex had been well-prepared for contraception. Ever since they began sleeping together, he had never once missed a dose of the expensive herbal contraceptive tea.

It was for her, yes—but fundamentally, it was for himself.

Ilex had too many things he wanted to see. Too many expressions he wanted to draw out of her.

The final preparations were nearly complete. The day his dream would come true was close. Pregnancy at such a crucial time? Unthinkable.

Yet, despite his thorough care, the reason he even brought up the possibility of pregnancy was singular.

He wanted to test how far Tilia would allow him.

Love is a selfish thing. Even knowing you already have it, even when you’ve received enough, you still want more. Even when you know she’s given you everything she can, you demand more—trying to scrape her down to the bone.

Or maybe it’s not love that’s selfish—but him. Maybe other people’s love isn’t like this. Maybe theirs is selfless, sacrificial.

He didn’t know. He had never loved any other way.

Unfamiliar with any other kind of love, Ilex simply wanted to push Tilia to her limit. To cross her boundaries again and again until he reached her most intimate core.

He wanted to balance the scale of their love—though he knew, no matter how much he tormented her, the weight of his feelings would always sink lower and lower on the scale.

Even so, he couldn’t give up. He couldn’t stop his desire to cross the line. That was why Ilex kept bringing up pregnancy every now and then, enough to make Tilia go pale.

Give me even your womb. Tell me it’s okay to face what you fear, as long as it’s with me. So that eventually, I’ll be tangled into your life like a vine that can never be removed.

‘A child…’

Though he had only ever thirsted for her affection and had been indifferent to any outcome he might actually receive someday, Ilex suddenly furrowed his brow at the thought.

‘I don’t really know.’

Perhaps it was too far off a future. He couldn’t picture it properly.

‘Still, seeing this little belly swell, and milky white milk come from her breasts… I kind of want to see that.’

Unlike his vague thoughts of the uncertain future, the satisfaction a pregnant female body would bring him was vividly clear.

Tilia, waddling about with his baby in her belly. Tilia, asking him to bring her this or that food…

The fantasy was not just vivid but specific to a fault, and his cock, aroused by it, had regained its full stature.

Who cares about morning sex—should I just take her now?

Feeling the flesh quiver and stretch in response to his erection, Ilex licked his lips and glanced toward the window.

Morning was already ruined anyway. At best, they’d be having afternoon sex by now…

“Ilex.”

It was then, just as he was subtly fondling Tilia’s rear and wondering how to coax her, that she exhaled unsteadily and called his name.

Like someone caught doing something wrong, he froze the hand that had been sliding toward her perineum and looked at her gently.

“Let’s stop for today. I… I have somewhere to go tomorrow.”

“Somewhere? Where.”

“To the Davenport mansion. Uungh, don’t poke me… I plan to visit.”

After saying that, Tilia paused to steady her breath.

“I think… I need to meet your mother once more.”

Though her tone tried to sound composed, the glance she cast upward was full of hesitation. Ilex stared down at her in silence and slowly ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek.

“I’ll go with you.”

After a brief silence, that was all he said.

“Just in case. Together.”

He didn’t know exactly what Tilia was thinking. He couldn’t be sure whether his guess was right.

Still, he couldn’t stop her. Once she had decided, all he could do was follow.

“Otherwise, I won’t let you go.”

So that was all Ilex could say. Like a sulking child, he bit at her shoulder and pressed for an answer.

“…Alright.”

Tilia gave a breathless response, moaning lightly as his cock slowly rubbed against her inner wall.

“So, ugh, please just… hurry and—”

“It’s tomorrow, right? The visit.”

Just as she was about to ask him to let some of the semen out of her bloated belly, Ilex calmly confirmed the schedule and suddenly thrust upward as he pulled her body close.

“Haaahk—!”

Caught off guard, Tilia cried out, her eyes flying wide at the sudden deep impact.

“Ah, ngh, d-don’t…!”

But the thrusting had only just begun. Holding her by the nape and waist so she couldn’t move, Ilex began to slam his hips upward with wild force.

“Since it’s tomorrow, haa, it’s fine, right?”

His hips crashed into hers with a brutal rhythm. The penetration reached deeper than any other position, and the merciless speed left Tilia unable to protest. Like a beast skewered on a spear, she could only cry out.

“Haa, ngh, uuh, s-stop, n-no…!”

Trapped, unable to escape up or down, Ilex pinned her in place, his cock the only thing binding her, and whispered sweetly at her ear while pounding into her like a dog.

If nothing in life would go his way, then at least he deserved to indulge in this.

With that twisted rationale echoing in his mind, Ilex shoved in to the root and began to roll his hips in slow circles.

“Uuh, ngh…”

Feeling her tight insides stretch was almost too much. Tilia drooled as she panted, and Ilex swallowed all of it before grinding into her walls again.

Beyond the curtains, the world now belonged to the blazing sun. But feigning ignorance of such sacred daytime labor, Ilex devoted himself solely to postponing tomorrow.

***

‘Which one should I choose…’

Seraphine was in a good mood—for the first time in a long while. She felt so refreshed that she had even ordered the servants to bring out all her jewelry, something she usually found too heavy to bother with.

‘This one’s best, after all.’

Despite the maids’ effort, she only glanced over the pieces briefly.

After a short deliberation, she picked out a pair of faded pearl earrings and, humming a tune, hooked them onto her ears herself.