With this whisper, violent tremors began.
Tilia squirmed desperately, clinging to the man's shoulders like a fish pierced by a harpoon.
Her body pressed tightly against him, her swollen nipples rubbing against his firm chest, her engorged clitoris rubbing against his sculpted abs. But even these sensations she was barely aware of at that moment.
Her heart seemed to sink into her vaginal opening, pulsing there. With every strong thrust, it felt like his dick was about to pop out of her mouth. And just as he said, Tilia began to cry without even realizing it, feeling as if she was being pierced from head to toe by his cock.
- A-Ilex, ah, it hurts, it hurts a lot.
- Everything is fine. Shh, you'll get used to it, I promise.
Despite her pleas, the man did not relent, only trying to console her with empty words. Instead, he squeezed her white buttocks even tighter, pulling her down as if he was pulling her into an abyss.
- Hick!
Tilia screamed, her whole face covered in tears. Her tears, saliva and snot flowed freely as the warning ringing of danger echoed in her ears.
She felt like she was dying. Just like he said, she would die with his cock inside her, her belly filled with his cum.
In horror, Tilia clung to the very man who tormented her, holding on to him, although she knew that it was useless.
Shame and humiliation no longer mattered to her. Only fear and the instinct of survival guided her actions.
- A-Ilex, please... Ilex...
Sobbing uncontrollably, Tilia clung to his neck like a drowning man clutches a life preserver, begging the only man who could save her.
- Please, please, I beg you...!
Tears streamed down her face as she desperately clung to him. Ilex, who had been silently looking at her dirty, wet face, let out a quiet sigh and ordered.
- Stick out your tongue.
Tilia hastily complied, her red tongue quickly sticking out. He laughed mirthlessly at her quick action, narrowing his eyes as he took her small tongue into his mouth, sucking on it.
- Mmm...
A muffled moan came from his mouth, blocked by his lips.
Ilex, who had given her something to hold on to, gently moved his hips, pressing her further against the wall.
- Haa, ah...
Only then, with the slow retreat of his member, did Tilia feel some relief from the oppressive sensation that made her feel like she was dying. She began to move her hips, albeit trembling, in rhythm with his thrusts.
Finally, she began to feel pleasure, a sensation that she had forgotten in her horror. The friction of her breasts against his sweat-damp skin, the throbbing of her swollen, reddened clitoris—it all finally felt good.
It seemed that the terrifying tremors had finally found some semblance of rhythm.
Although her toes were trembling, she did not let go of his waist with her legs. Or rather, she couldn't let go—she was too afraid that Ilex would thrust deep again if she let go.
- Okay, Tilia...
Seemingly satisfied with her submission, he whispered into her ear, running his tongue along the inner surface.
- From now on, only with me, okay?
Tilia, barely breathing, trying to take in his enormous length, only let out a moan in response. Ilex, seemingly irritated by the lack of response, thrust deeper.
- Ah-ah-ah!
- Answer me. Only with me, understand?
- Y-yes... Only with y-you, hngh...!
- Is it true?
- Yes... ah, stop... squirming...!
- Just do this with me, okay?
- Yes...!
Hearing her promise, extracted under the threat of force, Ilex smiled widely, covering Tilia's entire face with kisses, now wet with all kinds of liquids.
- Okay, Tilia. I will also do this only with you. From now on and always. Forever.
Forever…?
Tilia, who had only nodded blankly, finally raised her head at his words.
- I'm sorry that everything turned out like this the first time. I only did it because I was jealous.
What is this man talking about?
As he thrust into her furiously, unceremoniously pounding into her inner walls.
His eyes looked almost clear, like those of a young man declaring his first love.
- I'll do better. From now on, I will never let something like this happen again...
Ilex whispered incomprehensible words, leaving small kisses on Tilia's face, her neck and collarbones.
- From now on, only with me, Tilia.
He spoke so gently, but when she didn't respond, his anxiety seemed to increase and he suddenly thrust his hips upward. Tilia's neck arched back in response.
- Haa...!
“Anyway, now you’re trained on my dick.” You can't go anywhere else, you know?
Tilia, who had been staring blankly at the strange man, finally nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.
- Yes, I understand... haa...
Exciting threats and coercion - it seemed that this was the only thing he could say, and the only thing she could answer.
***
Creak, creak. The rhythmic sound of the bed creaking rushed past her ears. The whining of the young beast and the wet slapping sounds of flesh merged into one.
- Mm, ah...!
Tilia shuddered, still impaled on Ilex's cock.
- Does it still hurt?
The man gently kissed the inside of her knee as it rested on his shoulder, as if trying to comfort her, although his behavior seemed anything but sincere.
Tilia bit her lip, looking at him as his cock went deeper, gradually pressing into her.
- Why does this... keep... getting deeper...
- It's just your imagination.
- Don't take me for a fool... ah...!
Despite her desperate attempts to press down on his hard belly, Ilex chuckled quietly.
No matter what, he should thank his mother for giving birth to him with such a handsome face.
If it weren't for that face, she would have pushed him away many times already.
- Ah, mm...
The massive member, which had briefly withdrawn due to Tilia's resistance, entered again at a different angle.
She moaned in pain as he rubbed against her inner walls, the back of her head rubbing against the sheets.
From the bathroom to the bedroom, in this long, drawn out act, Tilia was literally impaled on his cock.
She thought Ilex was just obsessed with touching her during sex, but she realized she was wrong.
He wasn't just fixated on foreplay; he was obsessed with every aspect of sex, from kissing to penetration, from one orgasm to the next.
He tortured her until both her body and mind turned to mush.
Even though he fed her water from his mouth from time to time, she still felt thirsty, her fluids drained from the excess cum he released inside her.
Despite her exhaustion, Ilex Davenport continued to thrust his cock into her, as if finding no satisfaction.
Now she was truly scared. This monstrous thing, which grew endlessly, seemed to remain inside her forever.
She should never have followed him.
While she regretted her choice, Ilex pressed his lips to her legs, moaning softly.
- You're amazing, Tilia...
She bit her lip to endure the feeling of her toes being gently bitten.
Throughout this relentless act, he kissed every inch of her body like a drunk, whispering her name.
But what she couldn't stand the most wasn't the way he whispered her name over and over again.
What made this long night the most unbearable...
- Do you feel it here?
- Haa, stop...!
This is his dirty teasing, trying to get her to admit his own pleasure.
Tilia squirmed as he guided her hand to touch the point where they connected.
- Feel it. Here, feel how wet you are. How much, haa, you flow.
But Ilex seemed unfazed by the resistance, pulling her fingers to touch the slippery entrance.
“It’s wide open, but it clings so tightly to my dick, not wanting to let go... ah.”
He let out a low groan and whispered drunkenly, leaving trails of saliva on her face.
-You are incredible, Tilia. Haa, this seems crazy.
In between mutterings, he added chilling threats about what he would do if she ever got with someone else.
- Tilia, Tilia.
If her name had a physical form, it would have been erased by the end of this long night.
Tilia shuddered and closed her eyes, as if running away from his constant call.
She didn't like the way he said her name, didn't like the gentle caresses he gave her, as if apologizing for leaving red marks on her skin.
- Nice, isn't it, Tilia?
The passionate gaze that sought confirmation from her was equally undesirable.
Tilia didn't like all the effort Ilex was putting into her in bed.
Because if he was so gentle, if he was so caring...
It made them feel special and not just two people scratching an itch.
Damn holy water, driving people crazy.
Blaming the holy water once again, Tilia opened her eyes to meet his gaze.
- Yes, I love you too.
Hearing his nonsense, she let out a short, empty laugh. Then, as if she had made a decision, she frowned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.