A Butterfly Through the Mist - Side Story 16

Ilex devoured it all like a man parched with thirst.

Why is it sweet? It was a question that arose every time he did this.

It’s a liquid that shouldn’t be sweet. There’s no way her arousal could taste like that. So why was it always so sweet, so indecently delicious?

He figured it must be his senses going insane. Still, Ilex drank every last drop that splashed across his face.

“Hh, mm…”

Unwilling to let any of it go to waste, he licked her entrance and perineum, then even lapped at her bottom. Eventually, Tilia burst into tears.

Of course, the tender man didn’t let his wife cry in such sorrow.

“Ah, mm, stop…!”

I need to stop her tears. I need to distract her.

With that admirable thought, he returned to her clit, sucking the flushed bud like a child nursing.

He didn’t lift his head until her top and bottom were drenched as if she had fallen into water.

Maybe I should flip her over and just lick her ass. Her reactions were especially good today—it tempted him to try something she had always refused before.

Her pale leg, which had been loosely draped over the back of the sofa, lifted into the air like a ghost.

The leg, marked red with handprints, reached for the man’s waist. Wrapping her hot, slippery thighs and calves around him, Tilia’s face looked dazed.

“Hurry…”

That was all she said as she gasped from below. No subject. No predicate. Just urgency.

“Hurry?”

But, as always, that alone was enough to make the man lose all rationality.

“You want me to fuck you quick?”

Ilex, completely forgetting what he’d been thinking about moments before, braced his elbow beside her head and spoke in a thrilled tone.

“Hm? Say it again. You want me to shove it in quick?”

He teased the entrance with his slick, thick tip, wet with her juices. Tilia let out a sigh that turned into a moan. Swallowing her breath at close range, the man coaxed her again.

“Mmh…”

The moan-like answer brushed his ear.

Thrust. The thick shaft pierced her flesh and invaded her inner walls.

Ah. As it plunged in to the base in one motion, Tilia threw her head back and let out a breathless scream.

The man who hadn’t felt her inner heat in a while fared no better. Perhaps, in fact, he was more deranged than she was.

Ah, it’s so good. I think I’m going crazy, Tilia.

The moment of stillness as he savored the initial jolt of penetration passed in an instant. Ilex began to move his hips, eager to feel more of the inner walls sucking at him like thousands of tongues.

“Ah, ahng, mm…”

Her moans, exploding like fireworks beside him, were silenced with his mouth. He grabbed her loosening legs and forced them back around his waist.

Ah, ahh. He felt the unvoiced cries reverberate through his skull as he thrust into her tight passage and womb.

It’s good. So good. Tilia. Even the sofa creaked and groaned as if to echo his loss of control.

“Ahng, s-stop… hhk, please…!”

Maybe it had been too long. Her reaction was unusually fast—she hadn’t even taken many thrusts, yet she squirmed, trying to escape.

Guess she’ll never get used to it. Pressing his entire body over her resisting one, Ilex didn’t slow down.

Thrust, thrust. Her sweet spot was stimulated with rhythmic precision, and Tilia screamed.

Please, please. Her pleading trickled through trembling lips. But Ilex had no intention of slowing down or speeding up.

This was a technique he had learned over many times spent in her body. To hold the pace and depth steady right before climax, delaying the release. The longer he kept her in that pleasurable torment, the more intense her eventual orgasm would be.

It was the same this time. As the man continued to push her to the edge without letting her fall over it, Tilia’s hands clawed at his broad shoulders, then his hair, and eventually tangled in her own pitch-black strands, pulling hard.

That won’t do. I’ve taken such good care of that hair.

Ilex restrained her wrists so she wouldn’t harm herself and finally granted release.

Thrust, thrust, thrust. The previously slow thrusts picked up speed. His other hand, the one not holding her wrists, also joined in to fuel her pleasure.

He parted the soaked curls and found the erect clit peeking seductively, pressing it with his fingertip.

“Ahhh—!”

Like the climax of a dramatic play, her cry rang out.

Splurt, splish. Her fluids gushed like a downpour, soaking the man’s chiseled abdomen and pooling beneath the sofa.

Ah, I might… I might come too. His wife’s fast climax naturally affected him as well. Ilex, whose pleasure often synced with Tilia’s, clenched his endurance and withdrew from the convulsing, suctioning inner walls. Then, instead of his cock, he plunged in four fingers and resumed thrusting rapidly.

“Hh. Mmm—!”

No matter how he thought about it, fingers didn’t deserve such luxury. Licking his lips at the spasming hole, Ilex kept raking her inner walls for one reason:

Because he couldn’t come inside. At least not tonight.

Damn it, I went through the trouble of preparing. Cursing the contraceptive tea he had forgotten back in his office in all the commotion, Ilex thrust with such force that the veins in his arm bulged.

“Haa, ahhng!”

Water splashed everywhere. As Tilia’s legs flailed, trying to push his shoulders away, Ilex gripped her ankles together and stared at her pulsing entrance with bloodshot eyes.

What a waste. His cock, throbbing with rage and slapping his navel with every pulse, seemed to demand vengeance. And so, Ilex’s relentless fingering went on.

The twitching hole, still squirting like residual spray after a flood, only stopped when his fingers turned wrinkled from the moisture.

Brushing over the puffed, pudding-soft folds, Ilex gently lifted Tilia and sat her on his lap.

“Ugh.”

Naturally, Tilia expected his thick shaft to thrust right back into her freshly climaxed opening. But contrary to her fears, he only sat her atop his legs.

Why…? Her dazed eyes looked up at him in confusion as Ilex lifted her hand.

“You remember the promise you made earlier, right?”

His whisper was as low as the dim light in the room.

“You said you’d do something I wanted too.”

Even after all the fluids she had released, Tilia’s eyes remained blank. Her limp fingers merely twitched as Ilex guided her hand to the spot he desired.

“Rub your breasts. Twist your nipples while you do it.”

As if she didn’t quite understand the lewd request, Tilia tilted her head. Ilex chuckled at her innocence and gave a demonstration.

“Ah, mm.”

“Rub your breasts. Like this. And twist your nipples, too.”

His large hands kneaded her still-reddened mounds roughly. The tender flesh squished out between his fingers like pale dough, and the nipple caught between his index and middle fingers was pressed sharply.

“Do it. Hurry.”

Ilex added pressure to imply he’d crush her soft breasts if she disobeyed. Whimpering from the pain mingled with pleasure, Tilia hurriedly placed her hands over her chest.

“Harder.”

But aside from putting on a bra, she had hardly ever touched her breasts this way before. Realizing now that she was masturbating while sitting on his lap, Tilia’s face turned red like a cooked tomato.

The man’s desire to humiliate her, just for turning off a lamp, wasn’t so easily quenched.

“Ahhk!”

Smack. The loud slap left a red handprint on Tilia’s wet buttock as Ilex clicked his tongue.

“Don’t play coy. Do it properly.”

Having been spanked, she could no longer pretend to be shy. Perhaps fearing harsher punishment if she didn’t comply, her hands moved with new resolve.

Ilex leisurely watched as Tilia, face flushed deep red, rubbed her own breasts.