Tilia jerked her head in the direction of the sound, like a poorly oiled machine.
The sight of the half-open door appeared before her nervous, frozen gaze.
And behind her is a man whose presence she had not noticed, staring at her. Who knows how long he watched?
-...Ilex.
Tilia called out to the man, who was looking at her with a shadowed gaze.
- What are you... doing there?
Despite her question, Ilex continued to watch silently.
Everything about it was strange and suspicious.
The fact that Ilex Davenport opened the bathroom door without knocking. The fact that his clothes were wet even though he didn't take them off made it look like he had washed himself in them. And the fact that his bloodshot blue-gray eyes, as if hypnotized, were fixed only on her.
- And this lamp... what is it?
But the strangest thing was the lamp he held in his hand.
The old-fashioned glass lamp, its flame extinguished, looked like a weapon in his hand. It seemed like he could swing it at any moment. This made Tilia glare at him. Her body tensed.
- I asked what you were doing.
Tilia, who had previously been standing under the running water, was, of course, naked.
Ilex's gaze, hazy and unfocused, slowly slid over her wet body.
She could follow the path of his gaze as it lingered on her private parts.
His bloodshot eyes glowed as if they were sunlight on a summer day. It was as vivid as a hungry dog looking at a piece of raw, bloody meat.
She couldn't tell if the tension in her back was caused by his fierce gaze or the unknown lamp in his hand.
But one thing was certain: somehow, she instinctively felt that this man was going to harm her.
Feeling a primal sense of danger, Tilia could barely breathe, her alertness on edge.
And then - cap.
A drop of water formed at the tip of her milky white breasts and fell to the bottom of the bathtub.
There was a sharp echo in the silence.
Exactly at that moment.
-... Tilia.
The man, who acted as if he had not heard her, finally heard this quiet sound, as if he came to his senses and exhaled a long breath.
And at that same moment, as if a dam had broken, he stepped into the bathroom.
- Don't come closer...!
- If I really start acting crazy...
In an instant, the distance between them decreased, and Tilia was about to cover herself and run.
Ilex instantly approached, grabbed her tightly by the shoulders and forcibly placed the lamp into her trembling hands.
- Hit me over the head with that lamp.
- ……
- Understood? Hit me over the head with it.
Tilia looked at him, confused, her face showing confusion. She then lowered her head to look at the beautiful lamp that was now in her hand.
His urgent words were difficult to understand as they contrasted sharply with the weight of the lamp.
Hit him with it? What?
- What are you...
Tilia was about to ask, still unable to understand his words, when she suddenly froze.
Their gazes met.
Ilex Davenport's eyes were the same as when she walked into his bedroom.
There was no reason left - only pure, primitive instinct.
Behind those eyes, the logic that prompted him to put a weapon in her hands completely disappeared. All that was left was a sticky, overwhelming desire.
- Wait...
Tilia, embarrassed, tried to retreat.
But before she could take a single breath, their lips met. As if it was the most natural thing, his hot hands grabbed her cold breasts.
Tilia, who resisted for a while, finally closed her eyes as she felt his soft, wet tongue enter her mouth.
Soon the lamp fell with a loud clang and rolled across the bathroom floor.
But instead of complaining about what she had dropped, Tilia’s hands pulled off the wet shirt that was stuck to his body.
***
- Ugh... ngh...
The ornate bathroom, with intricate patterns on the tiles, echoed with wet groans, as wet as the water that had accumulated there.
- Ha... ugh... wait...
Leaning back against the wall, Tilia grabbed the hair of the man who was kneeling in front of her, his face buried between her legs.
His soft hair slid through her fingers, and the cold tiles sent shivers down her occasionally trembling spine, but these sensations were fleeting. Overwhelmed by the overstimulation between the legs, they left no lasting impression.
- Ah!
She didn't know how many times she had already reached orgasm.
Her erect nipples rose above her breasts, which were already covered in red marks from his previous caresses. Once again Tilia released her fluids.
Like a baby suckling, Ilex sucked on her swollen clitoris and moved his lips lower. Then he stuck his thick tongue into her wet hole, as if tasting her.
- Oh, stop...!
Trembling, she pushed his sweaty shoulders, but it was no use. He drank from her as if her secretions were his only food.
Under his merciless and cruel caresses, Tilia was breathing heavily.
In the carriage, seeing Ilex Davenport with bloodshot eyes from excitement, she wondered what he would be like in bed.
In her mind, he was a beast, knowing nothing but penetration, moving his hips madly like a crazed animal.
This is exactly what she expected.
But reality turned out to be different than her imagination. Although he was still driven mad by lust, he was consumed by something she had not expected.
- Stop it, bastard... ugh...
Tilia hit him on the shoulder, raising her voice, and Ilex, not satisfied with simple sucking, began to lightly rub the clitoris with his fingers.
- Ah... how many times already... ngh!
But even her screams turned into moans when he pulled out his tongue and began licking her clit again.
- Ha... ah...
Ilex Davenport intended to bring her to ecstasy.
From the moment he placed the lamp in her hands, all he did was lick, bite and suck her body.
She was not afraid of any animal shocks.
Just the animal pleasure he intended to give.
Tilia, her eyes filled with tears, looked at Ilex below her.
His naked body was wet with sweat, just like hers, his huge manhood constantly stroked by his own hand.
He may have already come once without her noticing as the amount of whitish liquid on his hand increased.
Just paste it.
She swallowed her words, raising her head again. She stared at the geometric patterns on the tiles as if they were her mortal enemies.
To avoid another orgasm, she needed to erase from her memory the image of a lewd man pleasuring himself beneath her.
His unfocused gaze, as if he had completely let himself go, and the veins bulging along his massive member in his hand...
But even when she looked away, she couldn't block out the sound.
Slurp, slurp. The sound with which he licked her, as if savoring a juicy fruit, tormented her ears.
The lewd sounds combined with his relentless caresses brought her to the brink.
- Hngh...
Again. She felt another orgasm building deep inside her.
Desperate to avoid his tongue, she curled her toes, her calves tense.
- W-wait, Ilex.
Feeling her orgasm approaching, Tilia desperately called his name, pinching his shoulder.
- Wait, I-I can’t...
A sensation, similar and yet different from the urge to urinate, twisted deep in her stomach. Her vision flickered faster and drool began to drip from her half-open mouth.
- Ngh, I...!
No matter how much she hit him on the shoulder and pinched him, it was of no use. Tilia finally bent at the waist, choosing to hug his head instead.
Her nipples, already red from countless bites, touched Ilex's soft hair. She felt his lips curve, as if he was enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressing against his head.
Even the ticklish sensation of his hair touching her nipples, accompanied by his chuckle, became an unbearable pleasure for Tilia, who was already on the edge.