The Butterfly That Swallowed the Fog
The uncomfortable sensation of something filling and emptying repeated relentlessly, as if the tube inside her was being squeezed dry.
Elex Davenport roughly tore Tilia's hand off the sheet where she gripped it in pain, then immediately interlaced his fingers with her own in a crushing grip.
Tilia clutched the massive, perfectly meshed hands of the man above her, panting as she looked up. In the space between their faces, Elex Davenport stared back with the same disheveled expression, the same slave to lust that she herself had become.
At that moment, an inexplicable satisfaction flooded her chest. A twisted, inexplicable joy rushed in to fill the void, leaving her breathless.
I turned Elex Davenport into this.
A black shadow inside her whispered with a low, amused chuckle that echoed in her ears.
Me. Me. Only me.
Dazed by the sound, Tilia tried to pull her hand free, but the man who had frowned in irritation at the attempt relaxed his expression the moment her fingers slipped upward to wrap around his neck.
“Faster… more,” she gasped, her voice hoarse. The pain was still sharp, the uncomfortable emptiness still raw beneath her.
Yet Tilia rocked her hips like someone who could feel something, urging him on.
“Harder… harder… ah!”
Before the word finished leaving her lips, Elex lifted his hips with a savage thrust, his stormy grey-blue eyes locked on her.
“Ah, ah… ah! More… more!”
Tilia clutched at his messy golden hair, her voice breaking as she demanded it. Elex leaned his elbow against the pillow beside her head and began thrusting with deliberate, brutal strokes, letting out low curses.
Crude words and lewd moans poured into her ears. Intermittent kisses, slick with saliva, pressed against her skin.
At some point, without realizing when, Tilia had filled herself completely with him. She began to move with genuine enthusiasm, mirroring the man lost in the act.
A strange heat began to spread from her lower abdomen, growing hotter each time his cock brushed against a particularly sensitive spot inside her walls.
Whether it was the Holy Water or the way Elex Davenport had promised to take her to new heights, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was how good it felt to be doing this filthy, shameful act with him—enough to scorch her mind.
Every time he sank deep and pulled out, every time he struck a certain point inside her, her belly fluttered sharply and her hips lifted off the bed. Sharp pleasure raced along her spine. Pleasure that ate away at her sanity like fire in the brain, leaving her reason fraying thread by thread.
“You didn’t know, did you?”
His low voice came when she could no longer control her body and her thighs trembled uncontrollably.
“That you would do something like this with me… you didn’t know, did you?”
“Ah… don’t…!”
As he spoke the words “such things,” he toyed with the object inside her, swirling it in circles to tease.
His voice was gentle, like a child being read a bedtime story, yet the words carried a faint malice.
“You hated me. You were so disgusted you wouldn’t even let me near you.”
His tone was playful, but the content was laced with venom.
When her eyes finally fluttered open, blurry and wet, the man’s face in front of her was completely disheveled.
“How does it feel?”
His eyes, once burning with amusement, were now relaxed and playful in a way they had never been before.
“Being matched up with the man who used to make you tremble like this.”
Unlike her, who could barely control her own body, he looked utterly at ease.
Seeing that composure, the fire in Tilia’s heart slowly died out.
Only then did the truth dawn on her.
It had all been an illusion. At the end of this relationship, it was only she who would break. No matter how messy they rolled around together, the only one who would end up ruined was her.
His Highness Elex Davenport had simply collected another new piece for his collection.
She alone had to throw away her last shred of pride, clinging to hope in this act.
But for that man, this moment was nothing more than a novel form of entertainment.
The moment she realized she had been ignoring the truth, something surged violently to the back of her throat.
“You knew, right?”
But as always, Tilia chose to spew venom instead of bursting into tears.
“You thought I’d know about doing something so disgusting with you?”
The words dripped with malice, and Elex’s mouth tightened. The playful smile he had worn so easily faded, his gaze changing.
His emotions were still impossible to read. Tilia didn’t know what those shaking grey-blue eyes meant.
But she knew one thing for certain: her words had properly unsettled him.
“Ugh!”
Just as her expression softened with that strange satisfaction, her body rolled over once.
The movement felt far too intense against the walls already spasming around the man who had just penetrated her.
“Ah, ahh…!”
Tilia trembled, presenting her ass and lying prone. She had no idea how it must look to the man behind her.
But it wasn’t over. From behind her, he began to dig deeper and deeper.
“Ah… you said you were done earlier…”
“Me?”
Elex’s tone carried a mocking smile as he lightly pinned her struggling wrist. “When did I?”
A dark pillar sliced through flesh again and again, reaching places she thought it impossible to reach, places it was forbidden to enter.
The familiar object had turned into a blade in an instant. Tilia twisted in terror, cold sweat soaking her skin.
“S-stop…!”
“It’s still inside me.”
Elex pinned her entire body down and continued thrusting his long cock deeper inside her without pause.
Moans that couldn’t form words spilled out. Strange sensations, neither pleasure nor pain, scratched at the inside of her belly.
Too terrifying. She twisted desperately, trying to escape, but he remained locked in his embrace, refusing to let her go even an inch.
“H-hurts…”
Hot breath spilled near her ear. Elex reached out and pressed his large hand against her flat belly, as if checking where his thing was. When he squeezed hard, a faint nausea rose in her throat.
Listening to his amused laughter, Tilia let out a sob.
She had become a fish trapped in an inescapable net.
Her breathing was suffocating. Only when she reached her limit did she finally understand: he had been merciful to her, even now.
“S-stop.”
In the crisis of being completely impaled, Tilia no longer had the strength to spew venom.
“Wait… ah!”
All that remained was a desperate plea for mercy.
“Ah, it hurts. Elex, wait…!”
As Tilia’s body convulsed and trembled, Elex exhaled a frustrated sigh and finally released her.
“Raise your hips properly.”
But that was only a brief respite before the real act began. He helped her sit up, inserted his hands beneath her waist, and held her close.
His lips pressed to the trembling white expanse of her back, then slid down—one hand cupping her clitoris, the other reaching her stiff nipple. He began to stroke both peaks gently.
“Ah, ahh, don’t touch… just, just move…!”
“Your pride is really something.”
“Ah!”
Elex lightly slapped her writhing ass, whispering with irritation. “Just endure it. Before I really take you however I want.”
The cool voice sent a shiver through her. Hot breath brushed her ear as he forced his thick thighs between her trembling white legs and opened her wide.
With the man’s groans, the slapping sounds of skin grew louder and faster.
“Ah, hah… ahh…!”
As if he hadn’t been the one begging for breath earlier because it was too deep, Tilia’s eyes, once unfocused, filled with struggling moans once more.
The pleasure had different density than before, as if all the previous actions had been a game. Pleasure pierced through her body like a falling star, flashing white before her eyes.
She clutched the soft sheet as if it were a lifeline, but it was soon torn away. Instead, between the sweat-soaked fingers that tangled with the callused fingers of the man who had taken everything.
“Uhn…!”
Her body rolled again. Suddenly she found herself facing Elex, sitting on his thighs. The deeper penetration made her back tremble.
The man holding her firm white ass pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. The oxygen-starved woman eagerly sucked in air that wasn’t there.
Sharp, wet sounds mixed with rough breathing and nasal moans. Wet flesh slapping against wet flesh.
In the middle of these lewd noises, Elex kissed the exposed curve of her neck and whispered.
“I knew from the beginning.”
In the hazy vision pushed to its limit, Elex’s expression was unreadable—neither angry, nor joyful, nor blank. He looked down at her and murmured.
“I knew from the very start. That one day, you and I… would become like this.”
His voice had sounded wet for a moment.
Shaking off the thought, he began to thrust like a stallion, lifting her hips. At the same time, the peak of her heaving breasts was swallowed in one bite.
“Aah…!”
Even as every erogenous zone of her body was stimulated at once, her inner walls continued to be rubbed relentlessly. Pleasure that could not be endured caused drool to spill from her mouth like a fool’s.
This was the last memory she had of trying to push away Elex Davenport, who licked it up with such delight.
After that, Tilia closed her eyes, as if she could no longer face it.