A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 17

Tilia felt a strange discomfort as if her insides were being emptied and then filled again repeatedly. She clutched the bedsheet in pain, but Ilex roughly pulled her hand away and intertwined his fingers with hers, forcing them together.

Holding his large hand tightly, Tilia looked up, gasping. Above her was the beautiful face of the man, fully absorbed in the act. His face, just like hers, was a mess, consumed by lust, just like she was.

A twisted sense of satisfaction filled her chest. An inexplicable, warped joy began to swell within her.

I made Ilex Davenport like this.

The dark demon lurking in the depths of her heart cackled with delight, echoing in her ears.

I did this. No one else, just me.

Dazed by that thought, Tilia lifted her captured hand and wrapped it around his neck. Seeing this, Ilex, who had furrowed his brow as if thinking she was pulling away, relaxed his expression when her arm embraced him.

“Faster. Do it faster.”

The pain was still there, sharp and clear. The discomfort of feeling like her insides were being torn open remained. But Tilia, moving her hips as if she were feeling something more, urged him on.

“Harder. More… Aaah!”

Before she even finished her words, Ilex, his pale gray eyes clouded with lust, thrust his hips fiercely.

“Aaah, aaah! More, more!”

Tilia, gripping his fine hair, demanded in a shrill voice. Ilex, bracing himself on his elbows beside her head, cursed under his breath and began pounding into her with rough, forceful thrusts.

Lewd curses and sensual moans filled the room, occasionally interrupted by sloppy kisses.

When had it happened? Tilia, who had once been filled with resentment, was now completely absorbed in the act herself, her body and mind fully consumed by Ilex. The strange heat that had started in her lower belly grew more intense every time his cock rubbed against a certain part of her inner walls.

Whether this was because of the holy water or because Ilex Davenport was as good as they said didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was that this filthy act with him felt so good, her brain felt like it was on fire.

Every time he thrust in deeply or brushed against her inner walls, a shockwave spread through her belly, and her back arched. Sharp pleasure shot up her spine, slowly eroding her sense of reason, as though her mind was being devoured by the ecstasy.

“You didn’t know, did you?”

A low voice interrupted her as Tilia’s thighs trembled uncontrollably, her body unable to contain itself.

“You didn’t know you’d end up doing something like this with me, did you?”

“Ugh, stop saying…!”

As he uttered the words “something like this,” Ilex playfully swirled his hips, moving his cock inside her in a circular motion. The sharp stimulation made her body quiver, and he continued to speak, his tone teasing, like an adult reading a storybook to a child.

“You hated me. You couldn’t even stand being near me.”

Though his tone was light, there was a hint of malice in his words.

Barely able to open her eyes, Tilia saw his disheveled face through her blurred vision.

“How does it feel?”

Unlike before, his eyes were now relaxed and playful, full of amusement.

“How does it feel to be locked together with the man you used to recoil from?”

Despite her complete submission to him, Ilex looked utterly composed. That sight drained the fire in her heart, slowly extinguishing her passion.

And then, she realized.

It had all been an illusion. In the end, she was the only one who would be ruined by this. No matter how messy he became in the moment, only she would fall into the mud.

The noble Ilex Davenport had simply added another item to his collection. This act that had cost her everything—her hope, her last shred of pride—was nothing more than a fleeting novelty to him.

The moment she recognized this fact, a surge of emotion welled up in her throat.

“Did you figure it out?”

But, as always, instead of crying, Tilia chose to lash out with venom.

“Did you ever think I’d do something this disgusting with you?”

The venom-laden words caused Ilex’s smooth lips to tighten. His previously relaxed and playful expression faded, and his eyes shifted.

Tilia couldn’t read his feelings—his pale gray eyes gave nothing away. But she could tell one thing for sure: her words had struck a nerve.

“Ugh!”

Just as a strange sense of satisfaction was beginning to fill her, her body suddenly twisted sideways.

Still impaled on him, the movement sent a violent shock through her already convulsing inner walls, intensifying the sensation unbearably.

“Aah, aaah…!”

Tilia, now facedown with her hips raised, trembled uncontrollably. She had no idea how she looked to the man behind her, but it was far from over.

He began thrusting deeper, harder, as she lay helplessly in a frog-like position, her hips trembling in the air.

“You said you put it all in…”

“Me?”

Ilex, holding her wrist down lightly, laughed mockingly.

“When did I ever say that?”

With a devilish grin, he thrust his hard, throbbing cock even deeper, as though pushing past a barrier that shouldn’t be crossed.

The organ she had grown used to suddenly became a weapon, and Tilia, drenched in cold sweat from fear, writhed in panic.

“Stop, stop…!”

“There’s still more.”

As Tilia struggled, Ilex wrapped his entire body around her, pinning her in place as he continued to push his long, thick member into her.

Incoherent noises spilled from her mouth. Neither pleasure nor pain—it was a strange sensation that clawed at her insides.

Terrified, she twisted her body, trying to escape, but she was completely trapped in his embrace.

“Tight…”

Hot breath brushed past her ear as Ilex reached out, as if trying to confirm where his cock was, pressing down on her flat stomach. When his large hand pushed down on her belly, she felt a faint wave of nausea.

As she heard his delighted laugh, Tilia broke down in tears.

She felt like a fish caught in a net, unable to escape no matter how hard she struggled.

She couldn’t breathe. Only when she reached her limit did she finally understand: he had been holding back, showing some restraint for her sake.

“Please, stop.”

Now, on the verge of being completely overwhelmed, Tilia had no strength left to hurl insults.

“Just wait… Ugh!”

All she could do was beg for mercy, clinging desperately to any hope for his compassion.

“It hurts. Ilex, please, just wait…!”

As Tilia’s body convulsed and trembled, Ilex sighed in frustration and released her.

“Arch your back properly.”

But it was only a brief respite before the real ordeal began. He placed his hands under her waist and pulled her up into position, holding her firmly.

He kissed her trembling white back softly, then moved his hands down—one to her swollen clit and the other to her stiff nipple. He began rubbing both sensitive spots simultaneously.

“Ah, aah, don’t touch me! Just… just fuck me already!”

“You’re so damn stubborn.”

Smack. Ilex lightly slapped her twitching buttocks as he growled in annoyance.

“Stay still, or I’ll really fuck you however I want.”

The cold tone made her body freeze, and hot breath brushed past her ear.

Ilex wedged his thick thighs between her trembling white legs and began to thrust. His groans grew louder as the wet, lewd sounds of their bodies colliding echoed faster and faster.

“Ah, ah… Aah…!”

Whatever pain she had been feeling before was long forgotten as Tilia gasped and moaned, her eyes unfocused as the pleasure consumed her once again.

The sensation was completely different from before, as though everything before this moment had just been a game. Now, the pleasure intensified, overwhelming her. Her vision flickered white like flashes of lightning.

She clung to the soft bedsheets like a lifeline, but even those were quickly torn away. Instead, her sweaty fingers intertwined with his calloused ones.

“Mmm…!”

Her body twisted again, and before she knew it, she was sitting on Ilex’s lap, facing him. The deeper penetration made her back tremble uncontrollably.

Ilex gripped her trembling pale buttocks tightly and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Desperate for air, she sucked it in as if it were her only source of oxygen.

Their labored breaths and the sounds of their wet bodies slapping together filled the room.

As he kissed her exposed neck, Ilex whispered softly, “I knew.”

Through her blurry vision, Tilia saw Ilex’s expression—an expression she couldn’t read, neither angry nor happy, not even neutral.

Looking down at her, he murmured, “I knew from the beginning. You and I… we were always going to end up like this.”

For some reason, his voice sounded damp, as if soaked with emotion.

Before she could process his words, he began thrusting like a stallion again, his mouth closing over her quivering nipple.

“Aah…!”

Every part of her body, every sensitive spot, was being relentlessly stimulated. Her inner walls were being rubbed constantly, and the overwhelming pleasure made her drool like a mindless idiot.

The last thing Tilia remembered was trying to push Ilex Davenport away, but that was her final memory before she closed her eyes, as if wanting to shut out the world.