A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 43

With that whisper, the brutal thrusts began.

Tilia flailed desperately, clinging to the man’s shoulders as if she were a fish impaled by a harpoon.

Her body pressed tightly against his, her swollen nipples rubbing against his firm chest, her engorged clitoris grinding against his chiseled abs. But even those sensations barely registered to her at that moment.

It felt as if her heart had descended into her vaginal opening, pulsing there. With each forceful thrust, it seemed as though his cock was going to come out of her mouth. And just like he said, Tilia cried, not even realizing she was doing so, feeling as though she was skewered from head to toe by his shaft.

“I-Ilex, ah, it hurts, it really hurts.”

“It’s okay. Shh, you’ll get used to it, I promise.”

Despite her pleading, the man did not relent, only trying to comfort her with empty words. Instead, he held her white buttocks even tighter, dragging her down as though pulling her into an abyss.

“Hik-!”

Tilia cried out, her entire face drenched in tears. Her tears, saliva, and snot all flowed freely as the warning ring of a dangerous ringing echoed in her ears.

She felt as if she was going to die. Just as he said, she was going to die with his cock inside her, her belly filled with his cum.

Terrified, Tilia clung to the very man who was tormenting her, holding onto him despite knowing it was futile.

Shame and humiliation didn’t matter to her anymore. Only fear and the instinct to survive drove her actions.

“I-Ilex, please… Ilex…”

Sobbing uncontrollably, Tilia clung to his neck like a drowning person grasping a lifeline, begging the only man who could save her.

“Please, please, I beg you…!”

Tears streamed down her face as she hung on desperately. Ilex, who had been gazing at her messy, wet face in silence, let out a small sigh and commanded softly.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Hastily, Tilia obeyed, her red tongue flicking out quickly. He laughed humorlessly at her swift action, narrowing his eyes as he trapped her small tongue in his mouth, sucking on it.

“Mmm…”

A muffled moan echoed in her mouth, blocked by his lips.

Ilex, who had given her something to latch onto, moved his hips gently as he pressed her more firmly against the wall.

“Haa, ah…”

Only then, with the slow retreat of his cock, did Tilia feel some relief from the oppressive sensation that had made her feel like she was dying. She began to move her hips, albeit shakily, in rhythm with his thrusts.

Finally, she began to feel pleasure, a sensation she had forgotten in her terror. The rubbing of her breasts against his sweat-soaked skin, the throbbing at her swollen, flushed clitoris—it all finally felt pleasurable.

It seemed that the terrifying thrusts had finally found some semblance of a rhythm.

Even though her toes shook, she didn’t release her legs wrapped around his waist. Or rather, she couldn’t release them—she was too afraid that Ilex would thrust deeply again if she let go.

“Good, Tilia…”

Seeming satisfied with her compliance, he whispered into her ear, his tongue flicking inside.

“From now on, only with me, alright?”

Tilia, barely able to breathe as she tried to accept his massive length, let out only a moan in response. Ilex, seeming annoyed by her lack of an answer, thrust more deeply.

“Ahk-!”

“Answer me. Only with me, understand?”

“Y-yes… Only with y-you, hngh…!”

“Really?”

“Yes… ah, stop… twisting…!”

“Only doing this with me, okay?”

“Yes…!”

Hearing her promise, extracted through threats of force, Ilex smiled brightly, planting kisses all over Tilia’s face, now wet with all manner of fluids.

“Good, Tilia. I’ll only do this with you too. From now on, always. Forever.”

Forever…?

Tilia, who had only been nodding blankly, finally raised her head at his words.

“I’m sorry for how it went the first time. I only did it because I was jealous.”

What was this man talking about?

While he was thrusting violently inside her, driving into her inner walls without a care—

His eyes looked almost pure, like a young boy confessing his first love.

“I’ll do better. From now on, I’ll never let anything like that happen again…”

Ilex whispered incomprehensible words, leaving small kisses on Tilia’s face, her neck, and her collarbones.

“From now on, it’s only with me, Tilia.”

He spoke so gently, but when she didn’t respond, his anxiety seemed to rise, and he thrust his hips upward suddenly. Tilia’s neck arched back in response.

“Haa…!”

“Anyway, you’re trained on my cock now. You can’t go anywhere else, understand?”

Tilia, who had been staring blankly at the incomprehensible man, finally nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yes, I understand… haa…”

Stimulating threats and coercion—it seemed like those were the only things he could say, and the only things she could respond to.

***

Creak, creak. The rhythmic sound of the bed creaking brushed past her ears. The whimper of a young beast and the wet slapping sounds of flesh echoed together.

“Mm, ah…!”

Tilia shivered, still impaled on Ilex’s cock.

“Does it still hurt?”

The man softly kissed the inside of her knee, which rested over his shoulder, as if trying to comfort her, though his behavior seemed anything but sincere.

Tilia bit her lip, glaring at him as his cock, which he claimed was going deeper, gradually pressed into her.

“Why does it… keep… getting deeper…”

“It’s just your imagination.”

“Don’t take me for a fool… ah…!”

Despite her desperate attempts to push against his firm abdomen, Ilex let out a low chuckle.

Regardless of anything else, he should at least thank his mother for giving birth to him with such a handsome face.

If it weren’t for that face, she would have kicked him away multiple times by now.

“Ah, mm…”

The massive cock, which had briefly moved away due to Tilia’s resistance, reentered from a different angle.

She moaned in pain as it ground against her inner walls, rubbing the back of her head against the sheets.

From the bathroom to the bedroom, in this long, drawn-out act, Tilia had literally been impaled by his cock.

She had thought Ilex was simply fixated on caressing her during sex, but she realized she had been mistaken.

He wasn’t just fixated on foreplay; he was obsessed with every aspect of sex—from kissing to penetration, from one climax to the next.

He tormented her until both her body and mind were turned to mush.

Though he had occasionally given her water from his mouth, she was still parched, her fluids drained by the excessive cum he had released inside her.

Despite her exhaustion, Ilex Davenport continued to thrust his cock into her, as if unsatisfied.

Now she was genuinely scared. That monstrous thing that seemed to grow endlessly, as if it would stay inside her forever.

She should never have followed him.

While she regretted her choices, Ilex pressed his lips to her feet, groaning softly.

“You’re amazing, Tilia…”

She bit her lip to endure the sensation of her toes being bitten gently.

Throughout the relentless act, he kissed every inch of her body as though drunk, whispering her name.

But what she couldn’t bear the most wasn’t the way he whispered her name over and over.

What made the long night most unbearable…

“Can you feel it here?”

“Haa, stop…!”

It was his nasty teasing, trying to make her acknowledge her own pleasure.

Tilia squirmed as he guided her hand to touch the point where they were joined.

“Feel it. Here, feel how soaked you are. How much, haa, you’re squirting.”

But Ilex seemed unfazed by her resistance, pulling her fingers to touch her slick entrance.

“It’s gaping open, yet it clings to my cock so tightly, never wanting to let go… ah.”

He let out a low groan, whispering drunkenly as he left traces of saliva on her face.

“You’re incredible, Tilia. Haa, it feels insane.”

Between his mutterings, he added chilling threats about what he would do if she were ever with someone else.

“Tilia, Tilia.”

If her name had a physical form, it would have worn out by the end of this long night.

Tilia shuddered, closing her eyes as if fleeing from his constant calling.

She disliked the way he spoke her name, disliked the gentle caresses he gave her as if apologizing for leaving red marks all over her skin.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Tilia?”

The passionate gaze that sought confirmation from her was equally unwelcome.

Tilia disliked every ounce of effort Ilex put into her on the bed.

Because if he was that gentle, if he was that caring…

It made them feel like something special, rather than just two people scratching an itch.

Damn holy water, making people lose their minds.

Blaming the holy water for the umpteenth time, Tilia opened her eyes to meet his.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

Hearing his nonsense, she let out a brief, empty laugh. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she frowned and hooked her arm around his shoulder.