The Butterfly That Swallowed the Fog - Chapter 16
The butterfly that swallowed the fog had already vanished.
“Ahh……!”
Tilia, still panting, clapped her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with shock at the wet sound coming from her own throat.
The man’s long, thick middle finger slid inside her like it was made for this moment.
But the difference this time was everything. Her inner walls clenched and rippled, welcoming the invasion instead of flinching away.
“Already loosened up, huh?”
Elex’s low, teasing voice brushed her ear as he rubbed the sensitive spot inside her, savoring every twitch. He added a second finger.
Tilia’s mind short-circuited. Every inch of her being burned with an ache that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with the Holy Water burning through her veins.
The stimulant from the illegal knight’s brew was rewriting her body, turning every nerve into raw, aching need.
That’s the Holy Water’s doing. Not Elex. Never Elex.
She tried to steady her breathing, but it was useless.
His fingers stretched her wider, scissoring slowly, filling her until she felt impossibly full.
“Huuuuck……”
She gasped as he pushed deeper, curling his fingers against that spot that made her hips jerk.
Three thick fingers now. Her entrance had never been so tight, yet the pain was a distant memory compared to the overwhelming pressure.
“Ah! Don’t— stop—!”
Elex’s head snapped down, lips wrapping around her clit with ruthless hunger. He sucked hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her sob.
It wasn’t gentle anymore. It was punishment wrapped in pleasure.
Every flick of his tongue sent another gush of wetness gushing around his fingers.
“Ah— ahh—!”
His hand moved faster, fingers pumping in and out while his tongue worked her clit without mercy.
And still, her thighs clenched around his head like she couldn’t stand to let him go.
Her inner walls felt like they were soaked in hot oil. This was new. This was different. She had no idea pleasure could be this sharp, this vicious.
“Look here. Have you ever seen anything this pretty?”
Elex’s voice was muffled against her skin as he pressed his tongue firmly over her swollen clit, whispering drunkenly.
“Like a pomegranate soaked in morning dew… so beautiful.”
“Shut— your— mouth—!”
“And here too.”
He lifted his free hand, pinching her aching nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it until she arched with a broken cry.
“Wearing something this lovely under your uniform… you must have looked so innocent.”
“Hic— ahh—!”
His words were cruel, but his mouth was worse. He sucked her nipple deep into his throat, tongue flicking relentlessly.
Every new, forbidden sensation—clit, walls, nipple—screamed to life like a wound that wouldn’t heal.
Tilia trembled through it all, tears slipping down her temples.
She couldn’t fight anymore. Her arms were useless, her legs were traitors.
The pleasure was building too fast, too sharp.
Her hands flew to his hair, gripping tight as she cried out again.
“Ah— Elex— ahh—!”
The wet, filthy sound of her pussy filled the room—squishing, slurping, desperate.
Every time his fingers thrust deeper, her thighs squeezed his head harder, trapping him between her legs like she never wanted to let him go.
“It’s like hot oil poured straight into my veins…”
She had no idea this was how good it could feel. No idea pleasure could cut so deep.
“Here. Look closely.”
Elex suddenly growled against her clit, pressing it flat with his tongue like he was savoring a forbidden fruit.
“It’s so beautiful I could cry.”
“I— I can’t—!”
“And here.”
His fingers slid lower, two of them pushing deep inside her while his tongue flicked her clit.
Her hips bucked wildly. Every nerve was on fire.
She was going to break.
“No— I can’t— stop—!”
She twisted frantically beneath him, trying to escape the pleasure that was becoming too much.
His arms locked around her waist, holding her down.
“Don’t run from it,” he murmured, voice rough. “I’ve got you.”
His fingers finally slid out, leaving her empty and aching.
“Shh. It’s okay.”
He kissed her tear-streaked face, gentle now, almost tender.
“It’s over for now. Cry if you need to.”
But his fingers were already back, circling her clit with feather-light touches that made her sob all over again.
“Ah— wait— please—!”
Another orgasm crashed over her, harder than the last, her body seizing as fresh tears poured down her cheeks.
She couldn’t look. She didn’t want to see what her own body was doing.
“No— I can’t— Elex—!”
Her hands pushed at his shoulders, weak and trembling.
But he only kissed her harder, sucking her clit between his lips until she was sobbing into his mouth.
“It’s too much— I can’t—!”
She came again, harder, soaking his fingers and the sheets beneath her.
“Ahh— ahhh—!”
The shame burned through her like acid. She was an adult, for God’s sake, and she was crying like a child beneath a man who had just broken her open again and again.
“Please— stop— I can’t—!”
She twisted desperately, trying to escape, but there was nowhere to go.
“Elex…”
She whispered it like a prayer and a curse at the same time.
But she had forgotten.
Every single time she had ever fought him, every desperate twist of her body since the carriage accident, it had only made him stronger.
“You know what I said,” he growled against her inner thigh, voice dark with possession.
“The moment I laid you down here, fighting me was pointless.”
He looked up at her, golden eyes gleaming with dark hunger, his face between her trembling legs like a crocodile waiting for its prey.
“I’m going to enjoy every second of it,” he promised, voice low.
He pressed his tongue flat against her clit, then suddenly hooked his fingers inside her and curled them hard against that spot she couldn’t bear.
“E— Elex— ahh—!”
Her body locked up, every muscle seizing as the pleasure became pain.
She came violently, sobbing, tears streaming down her face as her thighs clamped around his head.
“I can’t— I can’t take it—!”
“You can,” he said simply, continuing to pump his fingers and lick her clit without mercy.
“You always can.”
He kept her on the edge, over and over, until she was a shaking, crying mess.
“Elex— stop— please—!”
She tried to push him away, but her hands only tangled in his hair.
“You’re shaking so beautifully,” he whispered, kissing her tears away. “Don’t hide from me.”
She came again, screaming into the pillow.
“Ah— ahh—!”
He finally pulled his fingers free, but only to press his thick, leaking cock against her still-spasming entrance.
“Elex— wait— please—!”
“Not yet,” he murmured, voice rough with need.
“Not until you’re ready for me to fill you up.”
“No— it’s too big— I can’t—!”
She tried to twist away, but he held her still, one hand pinning her hips, the other stroking her clit in slow, teasing circles.
“It’s okay,” he whispered against her cheek, kissing her softly. “Breathe for me.”
His cock nudged forward, thick head stretching her to the limit.
“A— ah— it hurts— Elex—!”
“It does?”
He finally looked up, eyes wide with mock innocence, but his hand was already sliding between her legs, rubbing her clit in the same slow rhythm.
“I’ve never heard you sound like that before,” he teased, voice rough.
He leaned down and kissed her jaw, then her neck, then the corner of her mouth.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Yes— Elex— please—!”
“Good,” he growled, and finally pushed forward.
Her inner walls stretched around him, burning, filling, overwhelming.
“Ah— ahh—!”
“That’s it,” he groaned, forehead dropping to hers. “Take every inch, Tilia.”
He didn’t rush. He sank into her slowly, savoring every clench of her walls, every broken sob she tried to hold back.
“It’s so deep— I can feel you all the way inside—!”
“Good,” he whispered, voice dark. “I want you to feel me.”
“Here,” he murmured, reaching between them to circle her clit with his thumb. “Right here.”
She sobbed again, overwhelmed by the fullness, by the stretch, by the overwhelming pleasure that was tearing her apart.
“Elex— ah— ahh—!”
He began to move—slow, deep rolls of his hips that made her see stars.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, kissing her tears away. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
But she couldn’t. Not this time.
“Elex— I can’t—!”
“You can,” he growled, hips snapping forward harder. “You’re going to come again. And again. And again.”
“No— please— I can’t—!”
But she already was, body seizing around him as the pleasure crashed over her like a wave.
“Elex— ahh— ahhh—!”
He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, deep and relentless, until she was sobbing and shaking beneath him.
“That’s it,” he groaned, voice breaking. “Let it all out, Tilia.”
“Elex— I— I love you—!”
The words slipped out before she could stop them, and the truth of them hit her like lightning.
He stilled for half a second, then slammed into her harder, chasing his own release.
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice rough with possession.
“I— I love you— Elex—!”
“Louder,” he snarled, one hand pinning her wrists above her head.
“I love you— Elex— ahh—!”
“Good girl,” he groaned, finally letting go, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her with a broken shout.
“Tilia—!”
They stayed locked together, panting, trembling.
“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered against her hair.
“Never.”