A Butterfly Through the Mist - Side Story 15

“Fine. Then I’ll make one concession, so you’ll have to do something I want later.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He felt Tilia’s hand reach for him again, sensing something ominous, but the man had already risen from the sofa and was heading for the first lamp.

With his grotesquely swollen lower body, he moved around the drawing room.

One by one, the lights were turned off, until only a small lamp by the window remained. In the suitably dimmed light, Ilex stood before the sofa.

He looked down at his wife, curled up there, as if she were a delicious piece of meat. And truly, no metaphor could have been more precise—his mouth was filled with the saliva of someone starved for far too long.

To savor her more thoroughly, he held his lust back for just a moment. He placed one knee on the plush sofa, then pulled Tilia’s hand to the hem of his shirt.

“Undress me.”

Quickly. He said it in a coaxing tone as he nuzzled her small shoulder. Stifling a laugh, Tilia soon took on the seriousness of a soldier carrying out orders and began undoing his buttons.

In the meantime, Ilex licked along her jawline and nibbled at her nape like some loyal guard dog.

“It tickles…”

She giggled just as she’d unfastened about half the buttons. His lips were already brushing against her cheek.

There was no time to turn away. Their hot lips collided.

Ah. Just this could make him come. Ilex shuddered down his spine as he pushed his tongue deep into the narrow space.

He scraped her sensitive palate, traced the root of her tongue, then drew her hesitant tongue into his own mouth and sucked on it until it released sweetness.

As the wet noise echoed in their ears, Tilia remained frozen, unable to move her hand. Frustrated, Ilex took off his shirt himself.

“Here.”

He guided her empty, floating hand to the front of his pants this time.

“Undo this.”

Even in the dark, the flush was vivid. Ilex watched closely as Tilia, her cheeks tinged beneath the eyes, fumbled for his trouser buttons. Like a snake stalking prey, he stared—then, the moment she got the button undone, he grabbed her hand and shoved it inside.

“Ugh.”

Her small shoulders flinched, startled by the heat and wetness beneath his underwear. Pressing her hand with his lips, Ilex guided her red-tipped fingers to rub along his shaft.

“Mmh, there… just like that…”

After a few fumbling strokes, Tilia began moving her hand slowly in surrender to his pleading tone.

The button was undone, but the trousers still clung, narrow and suffocating.

So too was his desire, bound and straining. Feeling her white hand desperately stroking the confined space, Ilex growled like a beast.

He couldn’t take it anymore. As he felt his erection push through the half-open trousers, Ilex finally pinned Tilia down.

“Kyaa!”

Startled by the unexpected move, she let out a sharp cry as he touched her clothes. His hands, unlike hers, were neither delicate nor gentle as they swiftly undid ties and buttons.

Rip—he ended up tearing off a few buttons. Underneath him now, she lay naked, and he stared down at her with eyes burning from thirst.

Her chest rose in gasps, the tips already stiff. Though he was so aroused it felt like even his hair might catch fire, with precum spilling from his shaft up to his navel, he feigned calmness and teasingly grazed her taut nipples with his fingertips.

“When did you get hard?”

His voice, whispering into her ear as she lay on her back against the sofa, was edged with steel.

“When you touched my cock? Or when I came back after turning off the lights? Or maybe…”

He pinched the sharp pink bud between his thumb and forefinger and gave it just the right pressure.

“When you saw my cock standing tall, wanting to get inside you?”

“Mmh…!”

Tilia shook her head and pushed his hand away, as if to say stop teasing. In response, Ilex curled his lips into a smile and kissed her flushed cheek like he was soothing her.

But in the very next moment, the lips that had just kissed her tenderly turned fierce and devoured her breast.

“Hah…!”

Caught off guard, Tilia moaned as her breast was sucked, her fingers tangling in the man’s blond hair. With each strong suction, the soft flesh would hollow and then return to its original shape, over and over again. Helpless against the man who had her breast sealed in his mouth and pressed her nipple with his tongue, Tilia could only shake her head in vain.

“Mm, ah.”

As if he would leave the other breast alone. It was groped, pressed, even pinched, and Tilia could only let out breathy sighs.

Ilex, now sucking on her left breast, felt the same.

The sweet scent of flesh was almost suffocating. This soft mound, something he himself did not possess, always awakened the cruel instincts he had tried to forget.

The desire to chew and swallow this lovely flesh. The yearning to make it his forever, something that no one else could ever have.

“Hh, mm…!”

Swept away by that desire, the man didn’t regain his senses until his wife’s delicate skin was marked red with handprints and bite marks.

But even then, he didn’t repent. Instead, he spread the woman’s limp legs wide and simply looked between them.

At the sight of her glistening wet folds, a wicked smile like that of an incubus curled at the corners of the man’s mouth.

Even as her most intimate place was fully exposed, Tilia merely covered her eyes with her arm and gasped for breath—she made no effort to resist.

Perhaps it was learned helplessness. An obedience born of knowing that resistance now would only become another form of entertainment for the man.

To the sound of the woman’s occasional sniffles, Ilex reached out without hesitation.

The texture of the most tender part of her soft body felt like warm jelly. Like a child playing, he ran his fingers along the delicate folds before plunging them into the moist hole.

“Hh…”

As expected, her slim thighs trembled and her hips lifted. The man’s smile deepened.

And it wasn’t just his smile that grew darker. The rhythm of his fingers, thrusting into and out of the wet cave, became thicker, more intense. Adding another finger into the tight hole, Ilex rubbed her clit gently with his thumb while stimulating the upper inner wall with his index and middle fingers.

“Feels good, Tilia?”

He bent down and asked suggestively, and she shook her head. Grinning, he detailed just how hot and sticky the inside felt as it clenched around his fingers. Tilia bit her lip and tried to cover her ears, but the wetness leaking out below betrayed her arousal.

“You like it.”

“N-no. Mmm, ha…”

Even her denial was laced with a sharp moan. As if to punish her, Ilex licked her cheek with his hot tongue and pushed a third finger inside.

“Mmh!”

At last, her slender waist began to buck with each rhythmic thrust of his long fingers. Watching Tilia gasp and squirm beneath him, Ilex savored the sensation of her walls clenching around him.

No matter how he thought of it, letting mere fingers experience this was too much of a luxury. It should’ve been his cock feeling this tight grip. It should’ve been his shaft teasing this sticky heat.

No more.

Unable to contain his frustration, just as he was about to replace his fingers with his tongue—

“Hnngh—!”

Tilia’s climax came faster than expected.

Already? The question lasted only a moment. Ilex didn’t hesitate and pressed his lips to the spring that burst from her.

“Ha, mm, no, haah—!”

Grinding her clit with his rough tongue, he continued to stimulate her sweet spot with his fingers. Lifting her legs onto his shoulders, he latched onto her entrance and sucked as if to seal it.

“Ah, nn, stop, mm—!”

Tilia clung to his head, crying out. But to Ilex, her pleading was a melody. Music to his ears. Savoring the sound, he pushed his tongue deep, deeper into her dripping core.

Press—his sharp nose ground into her clit.

Ahh. With her back arching, a ragged moan escaped Tilia as the flood of her arousal poured out beneath her like a dam bursting open.