Butterfly 4 Novels & Stories

Animals of all kinds did not want to harm him. I watched as he set the butterfly on a flower petal, his small fingers gentle, his smile soft. The butterfly flapped its wings, yet remained close, as if not ready to leave him just yet. I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched. “Look, Mama!” Adrian’s voice was a burst of joy. “She likes me! She doesn’t want to leave, do you think that it can come home with us for a while? But it wouldn’t have flowers if it did. I want to put it down because it needs flowers to live and make food.”

Then, a click. The butterfly swarm thickens, their wings slicing the air like razor-edged paper. My eyes water, but I squint through the haze—there. Esteban’s belt buckle glints, its silver filigree unnaturally pristine amid the chaos. A tiny vent near the clasp leaks a faint, iridescent mist. Pheromones! Haitian market smugglers used similar cartridges to ward off patrol dogs. A shadow moves in the swarm. The butterflies part like a curtain.

He asked. "Butterfly," I replied. He smiled and cupped my face. "Ivanna and butterfly.. only these names belong to you nothing else… You're my butterfly who had beautiful wings to fly. Some people call butterflies an insect or even get afraid of it but that doesn't decrease her beauty. It's just random people's shitty thoughts… Ignore them like butterflies do." I kept listening to him silently, gasping every word he was saying. At this point of time, I'm not in a state to understand anything or say something but his words are soothing.

“Butterfly?” He smiled. "Your safe word is butterfly," he confirmed, his voice low and seductive. "Say it." "B… Butterfly," she stammered, her cheeks flushed. "That's my good girl," he purred, rewardingly stroking her cheek. "Now, let's begin." Elena blushed and trembled under his intense gaze, heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Ryan leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.

•Heather• A small smile stretched my lips as I silently studied the beautiful butterfly in front of me. It had large, bright colored wings that were attached to a small body. I wondered what kind of breed it was and where it was from since my parents made sure that there weren’t many butterflies in the manor because of my older sister’s weird fear of them.

She looks alone, and cold just like me, but then it flew away in the dark, vanishing from there; My heart began to say as I started to sing: " Butterfly, Butterfly, How do you fly? Teach me one day... I want to fly away... fly away. Every time you sing, everywhere you bring, The joy of life... Teach me one day... I want to do that way... do that way... Every time I looked at you, You fly in the sky, No one can reach up to you, You are too high. Across your heart, across the part

His eyes, focused and sincere, carried no hint of flirtation, only a quiet, thoughtful intensity that made me follow his gaze. The butterflies were in various stages of life. Some were emerging from their cocoons, struggling to break free, while others had already spread their wings in vibrant colors. The introduction board on the side reads: When a butterfly emerges from its cocoon, it's also strengthening its wings to get ready for flight. As it breaks free, fluid from its body flows into its wings, helping them grow stronger.

“Wow, Jo, that’s beautiful, I heard Lily’s comment. The Butterfly brooch, I admired the other day was nicely displayed in front of me. I looked again inside the box for a note, a card, but there wasn’t one. I took the brooch out of the box and looked closely. The engraved message left me speechless “Spread your wings and fly away but always come back to me”.

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

I took my time enjoying the sight laid out before me; the butterfly's wings were spread on either side of her labia from top to bottom. The outer edges were the same blue as her angel's wings with an outer ring of black with silver dots going down both sides. The eyes on the end of the antenna were right above her pierced clit, truly a beautiful work of art but not nearly as beautiful as the pussy it adorned. I opened the lips of her tattooed pussy, the eyes and antenna of the butterfly winking at me as I pushed my thumb inside her wetness. "Ummm." She arched her back and pushed herself down farther on my finger searching for more.