A Butterfly Through the Mist - Side Story 17

The mottled breast was squashed under a pale hand, only to return to its original shape. “The nipples too.” At the cold, precise instruction, trembling fingers pinched the areola into a pincer shape and began gently twisting them back and forth, just as he had done.

Ah, that’s nice.

The man, feeling his once-cooled erection twitch again, moistened his dry lips with his tongue.

Why hadn’t I thought to ask her to do this before? Just as he was about to start pleasuring himself using her breasts as a side dish, he heard her murmuring.

“…Get you back.”

Tilia’s voice, barely audible as she kept her head lowered, brushed past his ear.

What? Not wanting to miss a single word, he leaned closer, bringing his ear near her lips.

“I’ll get you back…”

The woman, her cheeks flushed, kept groping her breasts as she repeated what sounded like a curse.

“For the next month, absolutely… absolutely no sex.”

Ilex finally burst out laughing at the resolute voice that declared the vow through clenched, red lips.

Cute. He chuckled softly, but a chill ran down his spine—because if the Duchess of Davenport said she’d do something, she would.

Maybe that was too much to ask for our first time in a while. But I couldn’t even come inside her… at least I got to see this.

Making excuses only in his mind, Ilex lifted Tilia’s chin. Her face, smeared with shame and pleasure, entered his view. Despite the lust clearly visible on her features, her eyes held a trace of resentment for the man who had made her do such a thing.

She’s definitely mad. Thinking so, Ilex pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“I love you, Tilia.”

The words that followed were ones she could rarely bring herself to say to him.

Unlike Tilia, who often hesitated to voice her feelings and watched his reactions, Ilex didn’t care whether or not she returned his affections.

His desire was simple. That she remain by his side. That she enjoy a comfortable, happy life at his side.

Ah. And sometimes, like this, if she groped her breasts and let him share her body, all the better.

But even if trouble came and they couldn’t touch like this again—it wouldn’t matter much.

Because all he wanted was her existence, nothing more.

…Or maybe that’s a lie. Maybe I can’t give this up after all. Unsure even of his own thoughts, Ilex whispered again.

“I love you, Tilia. I love you.”

The confession, one he had spoken only to a single person in his life, fell like a meteor shower and set Tilia’s already flushed body ablaze.

Ilex just smiled. Because she was adorable. Because her flustered face was lovely. Because he knew that with just those words, she would forgive everything, soft only for him.

Isn’t this enough? Even if I spanked her and made her masturbate, she forgives me with just a simple ‘I love you.’ Doesn’t that mean she loves me too?

Thinking what he wanted, Ilex laid his hand over her smaller one that had stopped moving. Then, gently, he resumed the caress.

“Mm, ahh…”

As expected, Tilia, quickly forgetting her revenge, began panting again.

I want to thrust into her. Even with that thought, the hand he moved was his own. His shaft, its veins swollen and twitching in protest, longed for a tighter, stickier space—but Ilex merely stroked himself with rough movements.

“Haa, why… why aren’t you putting it in?”

To his surprise, the question came from Tilia. As he sucked her nipple poking between her fingers, she threw her head back and moaned, then glanced down with confusion.

“You put me on your lap to do it… ah, don’t suck while I’m talking, ngh!”

Grumbling, she barely managed to push his head away from her breast.

“You were going to do it sitting like this, right?”

“No.”

With his once-neat blond hair now a mess, Ilex looked regretfully at the plump nipple that had just been in his mouth.

“Not today. I can’t go inside.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t drink the contraceptive tea.”

Ilex thought that alone would explain everything. But he was mistaken.

With a faint smirk, Tilia slightly raised her hips. Then, with warm hands, she gently grasped the thick base of his shaft.

“Since when… mm… have you started…”

There wasn’t even time to stop her.

“…worrying about that?”

No. Was there really no time to stop her? Or was it simply that he had no intention to stop her?

Ilex couldn’t even blink as he watched his own shaft being drawn into Tilia. Her wet folds, which had been teasing the tip, gulped it down the moment the thickest part slipped in.

“Haah…!”

But that was just his impression of the moment. The woman who suddenly had to take in something so massive didn’t seem to agree.

Her body trembled violently, arching as if she might fall back, and Ilex quickly reached out to support her slick back. Tilia, unaware she nearly toppled over, simply twitched as the taut muscles of her thighs convulsed.

“Ah, too deep…”

“That’s why—”

Cluck. The man clicked his tongue and muttered, struggling to suppress the arousal surging through him.

“I told you not to let me. Said I didn’t take the tea.”

Even as he said it, his burning gaze remained fixed on the perfect puzzle-like union between their bodies. The slippery folds squirmed obscenely as they clung to him and slid lower toward the base, leaving him dizzy with lust.

No, he had to stop. Pull out. Just as he barely managed to grasp the fraying edge of reason and gripped Tilia’s waist to pull back—

“Just do it.”

A devil’s whisper, breathless and disheveled, clawed at his heart.

Half a beat too late, he lifted his head—and was met with the sight of her bliss-struck face, glistening with sweat.

“You already… did it so many times.”

Ah. Only then did Ilex understand why she was bluffing, why she was saying such unbelievable things.

She truly believed that he had sometimes ejaculated inside her without drinking his contraceptive tea.

Naively. The time he whispered, “Can I get you pregnant?” must’ve been taken as a genuine question—not as teasing to heighten the mood.

“It’s okay, hh, even if you do it…”

Falling for him again and again, she now whispered while gently rotating her hips.

“Even if I get pregnant… ah, I don’t care.”

So foolish. So naive. How is someone like her supposed to survive in a world like this? His rational mind clicked its tongue—but his body was far more honest.

Hadn’t she given him permission? Even if half-deceived. Even if spoken from resignation. Hadn’t she told him it was okay to tie her to him forever, to make her pregnant?

Fine, I’ll admit it. By now, reason had no place in his head. Having handed its authority over to his lower body, the man had already lost the ability to make any objective judgment.

Like lightning, he toppled Tilia over.

“Uh!”

Not even on the sofa—he laid her out on the thick carpet. Startled, she flailed, but her weakened limbs had no strength to stop his brutal thrust.

“Ah, hah, Illex, mmh!”

Even the way she called his name barely reached his ears. All his senses had converged onto that one scorching point where he would spill his seed inside her.

“Haa, ahh, ahhh!”

Thrust. Thud. The violent motion consumed him completely. It felt as though all his blood had drained downward; beastlike grunts spilled from his throat.

“Ugh, hhk!”

He pinned her flailing body beneath him and slammed into her, reckless and wild.

Every nerve screamed with the primal urge to impregnate his female. He wanted to drive in to the base. No—he wanted to shove his twitching, seed-laden balls inside too.

Deeper. Even deeper. To pour into her womb. To soak her insides until they belonged to him alone.

“Mm, ahhk, aahng!”

He yanked her trembling body back toward him and impaled her again. As she spasmed uncontrollably, he pounded into her, unrelenting.

“Ah, Il—Illex!”

Was she really expecting the man doing this to save her? As if he were her only salvation, she cried his name, wrapped her arms around his neck, and sobbed for mercy.

In that moment—

A blinding climax swept through him like a crashing wave.

Deep. He wasn’t far. Instinctively, Ilex rammed his hips forward and buried himself to the root.

Just as Tilia screamed like a beast having its innards ripped out, her fingernails dug into his shoulders. His tip, piercing her deepest point, throbbed and released thick, heavy semen into her core.