How Lilies turn Black – Chapter 105 – Ominous Signs (2)

Author: Nikss

A cold glint flashed across Theodoro’s murky eyes.

Then, a voice that had sunk even lower pierced her ear.

“But, Lilia. I was busy too.”

“…Yes? I know that—”

“I still thought of someone diligently amid the busyness.”

Her blue eyes rippled faintly. Theodoro watched every flicker of her agitation and released his hand from her nape.

The hand she thought had withdrawn suddenly brushed her side, spreading an unfamiliar, scorching warmth.

“Hng! Theo…!”

Still bracing the table with his other hand, he smoothly stroked down her lean waist.

“Say it again. You really didn’t care at all?”

“N-no, hng… a little…”

“A little?”

Theodoro gazed idly at the air, then fixed his eyes on her once more.

“Sounds like it wasn’t much of a memorable night.”

“That’s… not what I meant…!”

“Well, then.”

Even as he demanded an answer, his hand leisurely passed her hips and began lifting the hem of her thin dress.

“Lilia. If you hate a guy who doesn’t satisfy you, just say it.”

“W-what are you…?”

“I told you last time—I’ll stop anytime.”

“Yes? Hng…!”

The fingers that had pulled the dress up to her hips caught the edge of her underwear.

It felt like the choice was hers… but was this really a matter of choice?

Even in Theodoro’s relaxed tone, it was clear he was certain she would never refuse. There was nothing to ponder; from the start, there had only ever been one answer.

And that might not have been overconfidence.

From the moment he leaned over the table with his hand braced… every sensation in her body had revived, aching with desperate longing for him.

This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be like this.

While absentmindedly repeating it to herself without meaning, the underwear clinging to her pussy stickily peeled away.

As the damp underwear slid down her legs and plopped to the floor, a bead of sweat traced across Liliana’s smooth forehead.

“Th-Theo… wait a sec, but this place….”

As if Theodoro had also belatedly realized that fact. His hand hesitated, but only for a moment.

Theodoro slightly pulled his body away, drew the curtain behind him, and approached her again with a blank expression.

“I sent everyone home…. If the curtain’s drawn, no one can see from outside. That’s fine, right?”

“No, that… ngh!”

Suddenly, Theodoro wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her hips, and her body floated up.

He lightly scooped up Liliana, who was clutching his collar, and stepped between the round table and the sofa.

‘Ah, wait… just a sec….’

She ended up lying on the table in a daze as he set her down.

The weight of the words she’d uttered just seconds ago hit her, and Liliana’s eyes shook uncontrollably.

The words she’d unconsciously blurted out, what?

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to do that stuff with him again… but ‘but this place’?

Did that mean anywhere else was fine?

Unable to believe she’d said it herself, she was stunned when the hem of her dress brushed up her thighs.

There wasn’t even time to prepare. Theodoro boldly reached between her sensually parted thighs.

“…Ahh!”

His thick fingers swept up the long slit of her vulva.

From the sopping wet hole gushing with love juice to the plump, swollen clitoris. His fingertips moved smoothly without any friction, reaching the peak.

“You say you didn’t care, but you’re pretty soaked. I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Nng, hah…”

“Right?”

Theodoro, as if personally proving it, tapped the swollen, glistening folds of her vaginal opening with the pads of his fingers.

The slick, honeyed skin kissed and parted from his touch in wet, rhythmic slaps—plap, plap, plap—each one echoing the pulse throbbing between her thighs.

“Ugh, mm…!”

Shame had no room to bloom; her mind was already drowning in the slick heat pooling at her core, every nerve alight with the scandal of how quickly she’d soaked through.

He bypassed feather-light teasing entirely, striking straight at the raw, aching heart of her pleasure.

Liliana’s vision strobed white-hot, her throat ripping open in ragged, animal moans that scraped the air raw.

His fingers—now lacquered in her creamy essence—glided upward with deliberate tenderness, rolling the shy, pearl-hard nub of her clitoris in slow, merciless circles.

Each pass sent electric shocks skittering along her spine, her hips bucking involuntarily to chase the friction.

“Ahh, The—Theo…! Wait, haa—!”

The world shattered, surged, and collapsed in molten waves.

Theodoro’s hands clamped down on her quivering thighs, fingers sinking into plush flesh hard enough to bruise.

Without pause, he drove his middle finger into the tight, spasming channel that fluttered open and shut like a desperate mouth.

The intrusion was thick, unyielding, stretching her velvet walls with a single, deliberate thrust.

“Hnn—ugh!—”

Lightning exploded behind her eyes. Her cunt clenched reflexively, trying to swallow him deeper, and Theodoro’s brow arched in dark approval.

“Strength,” he growled, voice gravel and smoke.

“U-uh… Theo—”

“Liliana. Relax.”

Her body had slipped its leash; muscles locked and trembled beyond command. She thrashed her head, tears of overstimulation streaking her temples, whimpers spilling like broken prayers.

Theodoro exhaled a sharp, impatient breath.

“I said relax.”

He yanked her hips to the table’s edge with a possessive jerk, folding over her.

The crimson glow bled into shadow as his mouth crashed down—scorching, arid, ravenous.

His tongue breached her lips, dragging rough and wet along the underside of hers, scraping the sensitive root until her saliva mingled with his in sloppy, desperate thrusts.

Each clash of tongues, each wet suck of flesh on flesh, unraveled another thread of sanity.

And then—God—the finger buried inside her began to move.

Slow, serpentine curls at first, stroking the slick, ridged walls that fluttered around him. Then deeper, hooking upward to grind against that secret, swollen spot that made her sob.

A second finger joined, scissoring gently, stretching her open with wet, obscene squelches that filled the room like filthier music.

“Nngh—hic—!”

Just two thick digits, yet they owned her. Her hips rolled in helpless, greedy circles, chasing the burn, the stretch, the slick drag that lit every nerve on fire.

Juices seeped around his knuckles, dripping in warm rivulets down the cleft of her ass, pooling beneath her on the table.

Yes—this was nothing like Silvano. Not the places he touched, not the force he used.

This was possession carved into every stroke, every curl, every wet, pulsing heartbeat of her cunt gripping him like it was trying to brand his fingers with her surrender.

No matter where Theodoro’s lips seared, or his teeth grazed, no matter how fiercely his fingers plunged and curled inside her slick heat, her body refused even the faintest instinct to shove him away.

Of course, the scalding whisper of “Is this right?” still coiled in her mind like smoke.

For days, she had crushed the treacherous ache he ignited in her, burying it beneath layers of denial… yet she knew that letting him claim her again would shatter every fragile wall she had built.

Even knowing that,

“Ah, more… haah… fill me until I break.”

In this single, molten moment, she wanted to drown in raw, animal hunger—to shove the cruel world aside and surrender to the pulse throbbing between her thighs.

Her slender fingers clawed through the midnight silk of his hair, nails scraping his scalp as she dragged his mouth harder against hers.

His tongue invaded deeper, slick and relentless, tasting every gasp she fed him.

Having already shattered once beneath him, the second surrender came slick and easy.

Her hips jerked greedily to meet each thrust of his hand, inner walls fluttering, begging him to drive faster, harder, to stretch her until the pleasure bordered on pain.

“Mm, hnng… hmp…!”

The kiss was a storm—teeth clashing, breath stolen, tongues warring in wet, desperate strokes.

A third finger joined the assault, middle and ring scissoring ruthlessly, knuckles dragging over that swollen ridge inside her until her vision blurred.

The torrent gushing from her soaked the delicate fabric beneath her ass, the stain spreading in dark, obscene petals across the dress.

“Haa… haa…”

Theodoro tore his mouth free with a wet pop, chest heaving.

Braced on one forearm, he loomed above her—eyes black with lust, lips swollen and glistening.

His free hand never slowed, fingers pumping with lewd, squelching sounds, voice gravel and smoke,

“Tell me you want more.”

“Uhh… hhmmp…!”

Liliana choked on a cry, teeth sinking into her lower lip until she tasted copper.

He knew. God, he knew exactly how to unravel her.

He was determined to hear it with his own ears, so even at the hotel last time, he kept asking persistently until a satisfactory answer came out.

It seemed he thoroughly enjoyed the very process of her holding out and holding out until she finally begged, narrowing his eyes.

“I asked you. Do you want to do more?”

The question came again.

At the same time, a deliberate movement of his fingers pressed firmly against the deepest point inside her walls. She let out a sharp cry and arched her back.

“Ahh! Th-there, too much…!”

“Why?”

“Hah, hng…!”

“You’re not going to answer….”

Theodoro slowly straightened his waist and withdrew his hand from between her legs.

A chill ran down her spine at the sensation of a part of her body slipping away.

“Hng… The…o?”

The clink of his belt buckle rang out, and Liliana’s limp eyes began to sharpen.

“W-what…?”

“Well.”

She thought he would keep pressing until the end since she hadn’t answered, but without a moment’s hesitation, Theodoro unbuckled his pants and pulled down his underwear.

“…!”

A veined weapon sprang out from beneath the fabric. Her clear green eyes, staring at it, were instantly seized by momentary terror, trembling as if in an earthquake.

Wait, that… that monstrous thing had been inside my body? Something that size?

That night, they hadn’t turned on the lights in the hotel room and had clung to each other in a frenzy.

It was the same in the car. She had never clearly seen with her own eyes what he was packing….

It twitched as if it had been granted a life of its own.

When the transparent fluid beading and dripping from the tip came into view, the intensely lewd sight made her mind go blank.

“Even if you stare like that, I’m not putting it in.”

A casual voice pierced the corner of her dazed mind.

Only then did Liliana lift her gaze to look at Theodoro.

“…Huh?”

As usual, the cold face merely twisted its lips and let out a deflating hiss. There was no detailed explanation.

He rubbed Cooper’s fluid over her glans and leaned toward her.

“Keep holding out without answering.”

“What are you say… uhhh!”

Before she could finish speaking, the blunt chunk of flesh blocked her opening.

The erect cock, soaked in the fluids pooled in the hole, slid all the way up to the clitoris.

As the already hypersensitive point was crushed, a scream-like moan burst out.

Theodoro’s one corner of the mouth lifted in apparent satisfaction. He drew down once more, parting the softened folds, enjoying the convulsions of the slender body.

“Ah, hhmmp!”

Liliana threw her head back and panted as if her breath were escaping.

It was around then that a glint flashed in Theodoro’s eyes, which had been full of pleasure.

“…Hold on.”

“Haa, ha…. What’s wrong…?”

“Just a second, Liliana. Don’t make a sound.”

Soon Liliana understood why he pressed his index finger to her lips.

From somewhere outside the shop, noisy voices grew closer and closer….

Bang bang!

Someone pounded roughly on the locked door.

“What the hell, closed today?”

“Hey! Mauricio!”