The dim oil lamp in the corner of the cottage provided a faint light that washed over their skin in golden hues. In the silence of the night, broken only by the sound of the river current outside, they continued to kiss until it felt suffocating. Dokja could feel Joonghyuk's irregular heartbeat against his bare chest—a rhythm as shattered as his heart was at this moment.
Their steps, unsteady from lust and grief, finally brought them to the edge of a simple wooden bed. Their bodies fell together onto the thin mattress, with Joonghyuk on top, pinning Dokja down. Their lips remained locked, as if letting go for even a moment would allow the bitter reality of separation to tear them apart again.
'Why do you still hold me this warmly if you choose to let me go?' Dokja asked in silence, tears seeping from the corners of his eyes and wetting the pillow as his head tilted to deepen Joonghyuk's kiss.
'At least give me an explanation...'
At that moment, only their undergarments remained, the final barrier between their skin. Joonghyuk slowly broke the kiss, his breath hitching as he stared at Dokja's fragile-looking face. With hands trembling slightly, he reached for Dokja's legs, lifting them slowly with a movement so full of affection that it made Dokja's chest tighten even more.
Joonghyuk pulled at Dokja's outer trousers, removing them carefully as if handling something incredibly breakable. However, he did not remove everything. He left Dokja's underwear in place, covering the man's most intimate parts. Joonghyuk wanted to preserve a small remnant of Dokja's dignity, or perhaps he could not bear to look at the entire existence of the man he was about to leave.
Joonghyuk crawled back up, positioning himself between Dokja's legs. He leaned down, kissing Dokja's stomach gently, giving small pecks that felt like apologies that would never be spoken.
"Joonghyuk-ah..." Dokja whimpered softly, his voice breaking as he felt Joonghyuk's rough fingers caress his thigh with deep emotion.
The touch was so soft, so attentive, yet that was exactly why it felt far more painful than a sword's thrust. Dokja pulled Joonghyuk's head up, forcing the man to look into his wet eyes.
"If this is indeed a good farewell," Dokja whispered in a voice hoarse from suppressed sobs, "then make it so that I truly cannot forget you, you selfish bastard," Dokja challenged.
Joonghyuk did not answer. He only stared at Dokja with a gaze containing all the world's pain, before finally burying his face in Dokja's neck once more, beginning their union filled with grief and agonizing passion.
. . .
The wooden cottage felt increasingly cramped as the heat rising from their bodies filled the room. The sound of Dokja's short, gasping breaths clashed with the sound of the river outside. Joonghyuk moved lower, staring at the thin white fabric now clinging tightly to Dokja's skin.
The white cloth had turned transparent due to the clear fluid soaking through it. Dokja arched his body slightly as he felt Joonghyuk's large, rough hand begin to press against his sensitive mound from outside the underwear. Those large fingers stroked slowly, following the curve of Dokja's vulva, which was already throbbing for more.
"Mmh... Joonghyuk-ah... ahh..."
Dokja moaned hoarsely as Joonghyuk pressed his palm harder, rubbing the coarse fabric against his highly sensitive clitoris. The abundance of fluid made the sound of the friction very wet and messy, a clear testament to how much Dokja's body craved the man who was leaving him.
Slowly, Joonghyuk slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band of the drenched underwear. As Joonghyuk's rough skin made direct contact with Dokja's hot and slippery labia, Dokja jolted violently. The smaller man gripped the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white.
Joonghyuk began to gaze at Dokja's most intimate part now exposed before him—pink, swollen with lust, and very wet with plenty of natural lubrication. With a movement that was both bold and sensual, Joonghyuk used his thumb to stroke the top of Dokja's clitoris, while his other two fingers were slowly thrust into the narrow yet very slippery opening.
"Ah! Too... uh!"
Dokja closed his eyes tightly as he felt Joonghyuk's fingers begin to move in and out of him. The sound of fluid being stirred inside echoed clearly in the silence of the night—a truly intoxicating, squelching sound. Every time Joonghyuk's fingers thrust deeper, he could feel how the inner walls of Dokja's vagina clamped down on his fingers tightly, as if Dokja's body itself was reluctant to let Joonghyuk go.
Dokja's pale thighs trembled violently, while clear fluid continued to drip and soak the underwear still caught on one of his legs. Joonghyuk did not stop; he continued to drive his fingers faster, making the sounds of their intimacy in the lower area sound increasingly vulgar, dominating the room.
The thin white cloth appeared pulled taut, highlighting the shape of Joonghyuk's fist working behind it.
Joonghyuk positioned one finger right at the small opening hidden behind the underwear. Dokja flinched, his hips lifting slightly as he felt the rough fingertip begin to press against his still tight and narrow entrance.
"Joonghyuk... ahh, wait..." Dokja whimpered with trembling breath.
Without a word, Joonghyuk placed a kiss on Dokja's inner thigh before finally pushing one finger in slowly. The fabric of the underwear was pulled into the crevice of Dokja's buttocks as Joonghyuk's finger thrust deeper, creating a sensation that was both intensely pleasurable and painful.
Joonghyuk's single finger began to move in and out with a constant rhythm. The sound of skin and wet fabric rubbing was clearly audible between their ragged breaths. Dokja could feel how Joonghyuk's long finger explored every wall inside him, finding sensitive spots that made him let out a long moan.
"Nnghh... ahh..."
Dokja gripped the bedsheets, his head shaking from side to side as he felt the sensation of fullness filling his opening.
The moonlight from the gap in the cottage window reflected off the sweat soaking Dokja's body, making his skin shimmer in the dimness. Joonghyuk wasted no time; with more directed movements, he added a second finger, the middle finger, following his index finger which was already inside. Dokja's underwear, stretched to the extreme, now appeared nearly transparent, highlighting the shape of Joonghyuk's two fingers moving behind it.
"Ah! Joonghyuk... two... ahh!" Dokja gasped in surprise, his hips rising from the bed as he felt a much greater pressure.
Joonghyuk's two fingers began moving in and out with a circular motion. They moved from the bottom fold, pushing upward, then pulling out with an increasingly rapid rhythm. The sensation of fullness made Dokja's entire body convulse; his head tilted back, his lips parted slightly, and his eyes clamped shut against the wave of pleasure that was so strong.
Joonghyuk's skillful finger movements created hot slurp and plop sounds in the silence of the night. Every time those fingers plunged in, Dokja's interior would clamp them tightly, then release again, creating a truly intoxicating friction. Dokja could feel how his walls stretched and contracted around Joonghyuk's fingers, a sensation so new and so intense.
"A—ahh... Joonghyuk! ..ahh!" Dokja whined, his voice hoarse from the lust that had paralyzed his logic.
The overflowing lubricant made Joonghyuk's movements even smoother and without hindrance. His two fingers moved in and out with perfect speed and depth, touching every sensitive point in there. Dokja's pale thighs trembled violently, and tears seeped from the corners of his eyes once more.
Joonghyuk showed no mercy. He accelerated the tempo, his fingers racing inside Dokja, making the entire bed creak softly following the rhythm he created. The sound of their breaths grew more ragged, uniting in sighs and whimpers that were purely sexual. Dokja's underwear was now truly nothing more than a wet, barely functioning ornament, pulled and lifted by every motion of Joonghyuk's fingers.
Joonghyuk increased the pressure, his two long fingers now plunging further inside, stretching Dokja's opening until the white cloth of the underwear appeared embedded in the red, wet crevice.
Dokja groaned wildly, his body convulsing as he felt those two fingers no longer just going in and out, but pushing so deep as if wanting to touch the deepest part of his existence. Joonghyuk pressed the base of his fingers against Dokja's entrance, which was already wide open and throbbing hard from the stimulation.
"Ah! Ahh.. Too... that's too deep, ah!"
Dokja's tears continued to flow heavily, wetting the pillow and his temples. Joonghyuk did not pull his fingers out. Instead, he held them inside, letting Dokja feel that extraordinary fullness. Joonghyuk crawled up, cupping Dokja's face with both hands, then very gently he began to kiss every teardrop falling from the Demon King's red eyes.
While continuing to kiss Dokja's tears, Joonghyuk gave one final thrust with his fingers. His longest middle finger pressed squarely against Dokja's hidden G-spot.
"AKHH!"
Dokja screamed, his voice breaking into a high, piercing cry. His whole body surged from the bed, his legs stiffening with toes curling. As Joonghyuk's finger struck that sensitive spot, Dokja felt as if a bolt of electricity had hit his spine. Clear fluid sprayed out from his front, wetting his stomach and the messy fabric of the underwear.
As if hitting exactly the right spot, Joonghyuk began to rotate his fingers right over that point, providing constant and brutal stimulation. The squelching sound of the stirred fluid inside sounded so dirty. Dokja could only cry while moaning wildly, his hands clawing at Joonghyuk's shoulders until they left reddened scratch marks.
"Hah... hah... ahh! Kukh–"
His fingers were no longer just moving in and out slowly, but pounding and pressing Dokja's G-spot continuously with great force. Every time the base of his hand hit Dokja's entrance, a wet sound echoed from the overflowing fluid.
"Ahh!"
Dokja screamed wildly, his body convulsing on the bed. The over-intense stimulation on that spot made his nervous system feel as if it were on fire. Every strike of Joonghyuk's fingers sent Dokja into repeated orgasms. Dokja's front continued to spray clear fluid, soaking his pale stomach and the underwear that had now turned transparent from the moisture.
Dokja gripped Joonghyuk's shoulders so hard his nails left scratches, his head tilted back with the veins in his neck bulging. Every time Joonghyuk's fingers hammered his G-spot, Dokja felt waves of pleasure so agonizing he felt as if he would faint. Yet Joonghyuk kept driving him, forcing Dokja to keep spraying his fluids, before finally Joonghyuk withdrew his fingers, which were now drenched and coated in fluids from inside Dokja. He did not remove Dokja's underwear, which was now completely ruined in shape; the fabric had become transparent, clinging tightly and soaking wet against Dokja's skin, wrapping his buttocks and sensitive area in an incredibly sensual way.
Joonghyuk stood at the edge of the bed for a moment. With a dark, lust-filled gaze, he removed the rest of his own clothes until he was not wearing any attire at all. Under the dim moonlight, his athletic body looked so dominant. His large and long penis was already fully erect, throbbing hard with clearly visible veins, appearing to glisten from the reflection of the light.
Dokja, still panting with his thighs spread wide and trembling, stared at the sight with drooping eyes and a thick haze of lust. Meanwhile, Joonghyuk crawled back between Dokja's legs, then with his large hands, he gripped Dokja's knees and spread his thighs to their maximum limit. The view before him was truly messy and intoxicating; Dokja's vagina looked gaping and red, heavily swollen from the previous finger stimulation, and completely flooded by the fluids that continued to flow, soaking the sheets.
Even though the underwear was still there, Joonghyuk used his fingers to pull the drenched fabric slightly to the side. That movement left Dokja's red, wet, and throbbing opening clearly exposed.
Joonghyuk held his large and fully tensed penis, its veins throbbing along with his wild heartbeat. He thrust himself slightly in front of Dokja's face, letting the pre-ejaculate from the tip of his penis drip right onto Dokja's wet labia.
Dokja could only moan in resignation, his eyes blurred by tears and lust as he saw Joonghyuk's large penis now ready to impale him. The larger man then positioned the dark red and hot head of his penis right in front of Dokja's gaping, red, and very wet opening. With one strong thrust of his hips, Joonghyuk buried himself fully inside.
PLOK!
Dokja screamed hysterically, his head snapping back until the veins in his neck stood out sharply, his tears continuing to fall down. He felt as if his body were being split in two by Joonghyuk's massive size and heat.
"AKHH!"
Joonghyuk did not stop to give Dokja time to adapt. He immediately drove his hips with a brutal tempo. Every time he pushed in, his veiny penis hammered deep until it hit Dokja's cervix, creating a very dirty, squelching sound—the sound of Dokja's female fluids being stirred and spraying out from the gaps of their union.
Dokja's wide-spread thighs trembled violently following every one of Joonghyuk's thrusts. The underwear fabric tilted to the side was now completely soaked, clinging to the skin and becoming slippery due to the overflowing fluids. Every time Joonghyuk pulled out almost entirely, Dokja's reddened and swollen opening appeared to be pulled outward before finally being hammered back in with a very wet 'plok' sound.
"Nnghh! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! It hurts..."
Dokja began to rave madly, his hands clutching Joonghyuk's muscular arms as the pleasure burned through all his nerves. Then he wrapped his arms around Joonghyuk's neck, pulling the man down so their lips could lock again. The kiss was truly messy and wild. Every time Joonghyuk slammed his hips with full force, their interlocking lips were broken by Dokja's cracking screams and moans.
Joonghyuk immediately muffled Dokja's mouth again, devouring his tongue greedily to dampen the screams that were too loud. Because of the brutal thrusting, the saliva from both of them overflowed and dripped from the corners of their lips, wetting their chins and necks. Dokja responded by moving his hips upward, meeting every one of Joonghyuk's large stabs with an equally fierce rhythm.
In the lower area, the scene was a complete flood. Dokja's groin area was already very slippery, damp, and drenched by the female fluids that continued to flood out. Every time Joonghyuk's large penis plunged in, a very loud squelching sound was heard—the sound of fluids being forcibly stirred inside Dokja's opening which was already wide and red.
Crat! Plok! Squelch!
Those vulgar sounds filled the room, proving how wet their union was. Dokja's fluids sprayed out every time Joonghyuk hit his deepest point, wetting Joonghyuk's testicles and Dokja's inner thighs until everything felt very sticky and hot.
Dokja continued to move his hips wildly, chasing the agonizing pleasure as if he could hold back time so that morning would never come. Their sweat mixed, dripping from Joonghyuk's chest onto Dokja's chest which was rising and falling rapidly!
Then the larger man pulled his member out until it was almost entirely gone, leaving only the hot tip of his penis at the rim of Dokja's opening which was already very chafed, red, and gaping wide. He paused for a moment, letting his sharp, dark eyes devour the messiest sight he had ever created.
Dokja's black hair was wet with sweat and clung to his forehead, his red eyes clouded by tears and despair, while his swollen lips continued to murmur wordlessly. Down there, Dokja's vagina looked deep red and throbbed intensely as if it were breathing. The flooded female fluids created a wide wet stain on the sheets.
Without warning, Joonghyuk gripped Dokja's hips until his fingers sank into the soft flesh, then he slammed himself in with a single thrust that was far deeper and more savage than before.
PLOK!
"AHH!"
The sound of the impact was so loud and wet it echoed throughout the cottage. Joonghyuk's large penis plunged in until it hit Dokja's cervix squarely. Dokja screamed wordlessly, his eyes rolling back as his entire nervous system exploded.
The old wooden bed was no longer just creaking; it was throbbing and swaying violently following Joonghyuk's inhuman pumping rhythm. Every brutal thrust made the bed legs slide across the wooden floor, creating a harsh scraping sound that joined the 'plok plok' sounds of flesh meeting flesh in the midst of the fluid flood.
Joonghyuk kept hammering, giving short but very powerful thrusts right at Dokja's deepest point. Every time Joonghyuk plunged, Dokja's lower abdomen appeared to bulge slightly from the internal pressure. Their entire groin area had become a small, hot, slippery, and very damp swamp.
"Hah... hah... Joonghyuk... ahh! Ah! Ahhh!"
Dokja kept spraying his fluids, wetting Joonghyuk's testicles that slammed against his opening every time penetration occurred. Dokja's state was completely ruined; his body convulsed, sweat poured down, and his opening was forced to widen continuously by Joonghyuk's dominant size, as if wanting to penetrate Dokja's womb.
The sound of skin clashing loudly mixed with the very wet 'plok, squelch' sounds. Dokja's female fluids, which were already flooded, now overflowed everywhere, splashing onto Joonghyuk's sturdy thighs and soaking the mattress until it was completely damp and hot.
Joonghyuk grabbed both of Dokja's hands, which had been lying limp, brought them to the sides of Dokja's head, and then gripped the man's wrists very tightly with each of his hands. In this locked and helpless position, Dokja was forced to receive every brutal hock from below.
"Ah! AH! AH! JOONGHYUK-AH! Uhng.. AH!"
Dokja screamed crazily, his voice hoarse and almost gone. He could no longer think clearly. Every time Joonghyuk's hips thrust in, Dokja could feel a burning hot sensation, a painful yet so pleasurable sense of fullness that made his eyes roll upward.
The wooden bed creaked and swayed very hard, its sound joining Joonghyuk's heavy groans as he began to lose self-control.
"Ahh... Dokja.. tight," Joonghyuk growled low, his voice sounding like a wild beast as he continued to pump his hips without stopping. The sweat dripping from Joonghyuk's body fell onto Dokja's face and chest, merging with the tears and remnants of saliva that made everything feel increasingly sticky and dirty.
The penetration felt very slippery and damp because of the flood of fluids between their groins. Every time Joonghyuk pulled out, Dokja's gaping opening looked very messy, soaking wet, and throbbing before finally being hammered back in by Joonghyuk's rock-hard penis.
"Mmh! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!"
The wooden floor of the cottage vibrated violently as the old bed creaked very loudly, creating a deafening screeching sound in the midst of the silent night. Every strike of Joonghyuk's hips made the bed legs seem as if they were about to break, clashing with the brutal sound of flesh hitting flesh. The mattress beneath them was already completely ruined, the sheets soaking wet, not only from the sweat pouring from Joonghyuk's muscular body but also from the flood of Dokja's female fluids overflowing until they created a wide, sticky wet stain.
Crat! Plok! Squelch!
"AKHH! AH! AH! JOONGHYUK-AH! Ahh, deep..! Too much... Ahh!"
Dokja raved, his tongue slightly poking out from the pleasure that had crossed the limits of sanity. He could no longer control his body; every time his G-spot was hit by the head of Joonghyuk's penis, his body would convulse violently and spray fluids back toward Joonghyuk's muscular stomach.
The bed continued to throb, in rhythm with their now broken breaths. Joonghyuk's strikes became increasingly uncontrollable, every hip thrust carrying the full weight of exploding lust. The sound of the bed creaking loudly as if it were about to break merged with the very dirty and wet sounds of flesh striking flesh between their groins.
"Ah! More... ah! There... ah! Ahhh!"
Every time Joonghyuk's penis was pulled out, Dokja's swollen opening seemed to chase it, clamping greedily before finally being hammered back in with a very wet and vulgar 'crat' sound. The tilted underwear was now ruined, tucked between the folds of Dokja's violently trembling buttocks.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Joonghyuk... ahhh! I... ah! Coming again... ah!"
Dokja continuously experienced orgasms that made him convulse, his lower abdomen twitching hard as he received Joonghyuk's increasingly savage pumping.
Joonghyuk growled like an animal, giving short, very fast thrusts right at Dokja's sensitive point, making very loud 'plok plok plok' sounds echo in the silence of the night.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!!"
Joonghyuk's thrusting reached a peak of the most savage madness. His thrusts became longer, pulling his large penis until it was almost out of Dokja's deep red and wet opening, then plunging it back in with full force to the base.
Crat! Plok! Crat!
The sound of that very wet and vulgar penetration echoed relentlessly inside the cottage. Joonghyuk continued to accelerate his tempo, his hips pumping at an unreasonable speed, making Dokja's body be tossed around on the mattress already flooded by female fluids and sweat.
"Hah..hah!! Ahh! Dokja.."
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Joonghyuk-ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!"
Dokja could no longer close his mouth. Every long strike from Joonghyuk made his eyes roll back and his voice break into short, very dirty moans. Dokja's vagina, which was already very chafed and gaping wide, appeared forced to swallow Joonghyuk's veiny and hot size many times in a single second.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Too fast... ah! Ah! I will... ah! Ahhh!"
"Hahh.. tight! You are so tight Dokja... Hahh," Joonghyuk growled.
Their groin area had truly become a very slippery and damp swamp. The fluids overflowing from within Dokja splashed everywhere, wetting Joonghyuk's muscular stomach every time he gave a very deep push. The wooden bed creaked very loudly, as if its timbers would break due to the intensity of this brutal assault.
Joonghyuk gripped Dokja's thighs even tighter, lifting them high until Dokja's buttocks were raised from the mattress, allowing him to plunge deeper and faster. The movement of his hips became a blur because it was so fast, creating very dense and deafening 'plok plok plok' sounds.
"Ah! Ah! Mm– Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Dokja experienced a very long orgasm; Dokja's body convulsed violently as he experienced the long orgasm, while his opening clamped Joonghyuk's penis very greedily. However, not a few seconds later, Joonghyuk groaned with a very low and deep voice, every muscle in his body tensing stiffly. He gave one final, longest, and deepest thrust, planting his penis until it hit Dokja's cervix squarely.
"AKHHH!"
Dokja screamed for the last time as he felt a very thick wave of heat begin to spray inside him. Joonghyuk exploded inside, spraying his massive amount of semen in powerful throbs. Dokja's lower abdomen felt very bloated, full and warm, as if he were being filled by fire.
They both remained in that position, panting at each other in a suffocating silence, while the overflowing fluids began to drip from Dokja's opening which still clamped Joonghyuk's penis in the midst of a puddle of tears.
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Joonghyuk did not pull his member out. His dick remained deeply embedded, throbbing warmly within Dokja's heavily chafed and drenched opening. With a movement full of dominance yet careful precision, Joonghyuk shifted his position to kneel upon the mattress, which was already flooded with sweat. He gathered Dokja's waist, lifting the smaller man's body until Dokja was seated upon his lap, facing him directly.
Joonghyuk's still perfectly erect dick now pierced straight upward, supporting Dokja's body weight from within. Dokja, already weak, could only lean his weight by draping both arms around Joonghyuk's broad shoulders. They stared into each other's eyes in the dim night; Dokja's red, wet eyes met Joonghyuk's dark, lust-filled gaze.
Joonghyuk propped one strong hand against the mattress to maintain balance, while his other hand slipped behind the fabric of Dokja's drenched underwear. He pulled and stretched the elastic of the underwear upward roughly, creating a narrow space so that Dokja's hips could move more freely atop his dick.
Dokja's bare, wet buttocks now clashed directly against Joonghyuk's muscular thighs, which were also bathed in fluids. Joonghyuk began to thrust his hips upward with a slow yet incredibly deep and powerful rhythm.
Thwack!
Every time their hips met, a vulgar, wet sound echoed from the friction between the drenched buttocks and the damp thighs. Dokja's body jolted upward, his face tilting back with an expression of ruin and ecstasy.
"Ah!"
A short moan escaped from Dokja's swollen lips.
Thwack!
"Ah!"
Joonghyuk struck again, allowing his dick to stir Dokja's interior, which was already full of fluids. Every single thrust created a loud squelch from within Dokja's gaping and lubricant-flooded opening.
Thwack!
"Ah!"
The rhythm repeated. Slow, agonizing, and intensely detailed. One could see how the stretched fabric of the underwear vibrated, clinging tight to the reddened skin. Their groin area had truly become a hot and slippery marsh. Fluids continued to drip from the seam of their union, wetting Joonghyuk's thighs every time he pushed upward.
"Ah!"
Dokja gripped Joonghyuk's shoulders even harder. The sensation of being satisfied in this seated position made Joonghyuk's dick strike Dokja's most sensitive spot with heavy pressure. With every thrust came a cry of pleasure, creating a dirty and intoxicating symphony of sex on the night of their farewell.
"Ah!"
Joonghyuk continued to clutch the elastic of Dokja's underwear, pulling it upward until the soaked fabric stretched extremely against the side of Dokja's hip. With Dokja seated upon his lap, every inch of Joonghyuk's large dick was buried perpendicularly, stirring the deepest part of Dokja's womb.
Joonghyuk began to increase the power of his thrusts. The hand supporting him on the mattress provided extra leverage as he jerked his hips upward with a tighter rhythm.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Every time their thighs clashed, a very loud wet sound followed—the squelch of fluids trapped inside Dokja's wide and drenched opening.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!"
The thrusting grew faster. Dokja bounced atop Joonghyuk's dick, his head lolling back with eyes rolling upward, showing the whites. Saliva dripped from the corner of Dokja's open lips, falling onto Joonghyuk's chest, which rose and fell with ragged breaths.
"Ah! Joonghyuk-ah! Ah! Too... ah! Too deep! Ah! Ah!"
The wet sound of Dokja's opening devouring Joonghyuk's large dick sounded utterly vulgar. Due to this seated position, every one of Joonghyuk's thrusts hammered Dokja's G-spot with full force. Dokja's female fluids continued to spray out, wetting both of their stomachs until they felt sticky and hot.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!"
Dokja gripped Joonghyuk's hair, seeking a handhold as his body felt as though it would explode from the brutal stimulation. Joonghyuk gave no pause; he continued to impale from below, letting his veiny and hot dick ruin Dokja's defenses to the point of complete destruction.
The wooden bed beneath them creaked loudly in time with the rapid slapping sounds, while Dokja continuously let out short moans every time his body was hammered upward.
After a considerable amount of time had passed, Joonghyuk shifted to grip Dokja's waist roughly. With one dominant movement, he flipped the limp body until Dokja was now crawling on the drenched mattress. The tilted white underwear became further tucked between the folds of Dokja's buttocks, highlighting his red and wide-gaping opening. Joonghyuk did not give him a second's grace; he immediately impaled him with his large, veiny member from behind.
SPLURGE!
The sound of penetration from behind was far messier and wetter. Dokja collapsed forward with his face buried in the damp pillow, while his hips were pulled high by Joonghyuk.
"Ah! Ah! Joonghyuk-ah! Ah! Ahhh!"
Dokja screamed wildly as he felt Joonghyuk's dick thrust much deeper in this position. Every one of Joonghyuk's lunges was long and savage, creating a rapid and deafening sound of flesh hitting flesh.
"Nngh... Hah... Dokja-ya... ah!"
Joonghyuk began to let out deep, sensual low growls.
"Hah... ah... stay there... don't let go..." Joonghyuk growled in a raspy, lust-filled voice.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Joonghyuk! Ah! Ahhh!"
Joonghyuk groaned as he felt Dokja's inner walls clamp onto him with incredible strength. He accelerated his tempo until the wooden bed creaked crazily as if it would shatter into pieces. Dokja continued to moan Ah! Ah! following every one of Joonghyuk's merciless strikes.
Both of them called out to each other in highly sexual moans and growls.
The larger man positioned himself in a sturdy kneel upon the mattress, which was now shapeless from the flood of fluids. He gripped the hips of the Dokja crawling before him and began to pump with an insane and unreasonable speed. His movements were so long and powerful, impaling to the base every time their hips clashed.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of skin clashing was fast and dense, joined by a vulgar squelch sound every time Joonghyuk's large dick plunged into Dokja's drenched opening. The female fluids mixed with lubricant sprayed out from the gaps of their union, wetting Joonghyuk's testicles and inner thighs until they glistened.
"Ah!! Ah! Ah! Too fast! Ah! Ah!" His body continued to tremble violently, while his deep red and gaping opening was forced to widen continuously by Joonghyuk's tireless pumping. The mattress beneath them had truly become a puddle; the mixture of sweat pouring from Joonghyuk's body and Dokja's sexual fluids made everything feel damp, hot, and slippery.
"Hah... hah... nnghh... Dokja-ya... Hahh"
Joonghyuk growled with a heavy voice, delivering thrusts so deep they felt as though he intended to consume Dokja entirely on this final night. Sweat dripped from the tips of Joonghyuk's hair, falling onto Dokja's pale back, which was also drenched.
"Ah!"
The wooden bed creaked violently, swaying back and forth in rhythm with Joonghyuk's increasingly wild movements. Dokja could no longer restrain his orgasm; he continuously sprayed his fluids forward, soaking the already drenched sheets.
Joonghyuk reached the peak of his endurance. As he felt the intense throbbing at the base of his member, he did not allow Dokja to remain crawling. With dominant strength, he gathered Dokja's waist and lifted the man's body until they were both in a parallel kneeling position atop the ruined mattress. Joonghyuk's large dick remained deeply embedded, supporting Dokja's body from behind.
"Nngghh! Dokja-ya! Ahhh!"
Joonghyuk growled loudly as he delivered a final, deepest thrust. At that very second, his dick sprayed a massive load. Joonghyuk's hot, thick semen flooded Dokja's interior, creating an extreme sensation of warmth that made Dokja feel as though his womb were bloating and full.
"AHH~!?!!"
Dokja screamed hysterically, his body stiffening like a bow as he received the spray. After several seconds of convulsing in agonizing pleasure, Joonghyuk withdrew his dick from Dokja's opening with a slow but firm movement.
Sluuuurph... thwack!
The large member finally broke free from the clamp of Dokja's reddened and chafed walls. Once the dick emerged, the sight was utterly messy; Joonghyuk's thick white semen overflowed from Dokja's still gaping opening, dripping heavily onto his thighs and the soaked mattress.
However, it was not over yet. Only moments after Joonghyuk released himself, Dokja's body, which had reached its limit, seemed to explode. Dokja's drenched vagina suddenly sprayed female fluids in a massive quantity, like a rushing waterfall.
SPLASH!
The fluid sprayed out, flowing heavily down Dokja's thighs and merging with the puddle of Joonghyuk's semen on the sheets. Dokja went limp instantly, his body nearly collapsing if Joonghyuk had not held him. In a state utterly disheveled and stained by various bodily fluids, Dokja tilted his head to gaze at Joonghyuk.
Their eyes met, both tired and hazy. In the midst of the flood of semen and sexual fluids soaking the entire bed, Joonghyuk leaned down, cupping Dokja's face, which was wet with sweat and tears, and joined their lips in a deep, soulful kiss.
The night grew deeper and the air inside the cottage became increasingly heavy with hot steam that refused to cool. After resting for a moment in the pool of their fluids, Joonghyuk was again pulled by a burning lust. This time, he made Dokja stand before a large mirror attached to the wooden wall.
Dokja stood with his back to Joonghyuk, both hands leaning against the mirror frame to maintain balance. His pale body looked completely ruined in the reflection, covered in reddish marks and the remnants of drying fluids. Joonghyuk then lifted one of Dokja's legs, hooking it around his own waist to create a very wide opening, exposing everything toward the mirror.
Joonghyuk held his dick, which had hardened once more with clearly protruding veins, and positioned the head right in front of Dokja's opening, which remained very red, swollen, and gaping wide.
Squelch!
With one strong standing thrust, Joonghyuk drove his member back inside. In front of the mirror, they both could see clearly how the massive diameter of Joonghyuk's dick was forced in. Dokja's previously deep red vagina now appeared white at the edges because the skin stretched so extremely, as if forced to swallow such an impossible size.
"Ah! Ahhh!"
Dokja moaned wildly, his eyes fixed on the reflection in the mirror. He could see how every time Joonghyuk thrust, the large dick vanished entirely into him, causing the skin around his opening to be pulled inward and then bulge back out upon withdrawal.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
In the midst of the fierce assault and the wet sounds filling the room, Dokja's heart felt as though it were being sliced by a blade. Every time Joonghyuk's dick hammered deep into his womb, the burning pleasure was always accompanied by a suffocating ache in his chest. Dokja gripped the wet sheets with trembling fingers, letting his body break under the control of the man he loved most, the same man who was most skilled at destroying his soul.
"Ah! Nngh... Joonghyuk-ah..."
Dokja closed his eyes tightly as his body jolted up and down. Behind his eyelids, memories of Joonghyuk's past betrayals replayed like a curse. That wound had not healed, and now it was coupled with the bitter reality that Joonghyuk was engaged to a foreign woman. Dokja felt as if he were merely a temporary stop, a dirty secret to be discarded as soon as dawn arrived.
His heart felt empty, even as his body was being filled to capacity by Joonghyuk's seed. This act did not feel like the union of two souls to Dokja; instead, it felt like a funeral ceremony for the feelings he had guarded alone for so long.
"Hah... hah... ah!" Dokja whimpered internally.
Every moan that escaped his lips was not just from the stimulation of his G-spot, but also a form of despair. He allowed Joonghyuk to do anything to his body—hammering him roughly, lifting his legs in front of the mirror, filling his opening with hot semen—because he knew this was the last time he could feel this man's warmth.
Dokja felt utterly degraded yet deeply craved this touch. Amidst the flood of fluids soaking his thighs and the floor, he realized that although his body reacted wildly and his vagina gaped wide to receive every one of Joonghyuk's thrusts, his soul had gone numb. He stared at their reflection in the steamed mirror with a hazy gaze; seeing himself shattered into pieces for the sake of a man who would soon belong to another woman.
Squelch! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ah! Ahhh! Enough... ah! Joonghyuk... stop..."
Yet his mouth moaned with pleasure, betraying his heart that was weeping blood. He allowed himself to drown in this dirty and erotic haze of lust, solely so he could forget for a moment that tomorrow, he would no longer have a reason to breathe beside Yoo Joonghyuk.
The sound of their skin clashing echoed loudly in the quiet room. Dokja's female fluids flooded out anew, flowing heavily down his inner thighs and dripping onto the wooden floor, creating a very dirty, wet sound. Joonghyuk stared at the reflection with dark eyes, enjoying how Dokja's body jolted and how that red opening was forced wide by his member.
"Beautiful... Hahh, you are so beautiful," Joonghyuk growled while continuing to strike without mercy.
"Ah! Ah! Nhh— Ah! Ahhh–"
Dokja could only whimper and moan, his fingers clutching the mirror frame until his knuckles turned white. Thick sexual fluids splashed onto the glass surface while they stared at each other through a reflection of eyes full of lust.
Their gazes remained locked on the reflection, which began to fog over from the hot steam of their united bodies. Because one of Dokja's legs was lifted high by Joonghyuk, the angle was incredibly clear. Joonghyuk's dark red and veiny dick was seen plunging into Dokja's deep red and heavily swollen vagina.
Squelch! Thwack! Slurp!
The sound of the penetration was both heavy and stimulating—the sound of fluids being stirred inside a very drenched opening. Dokja's clear, thick female fluids continued to spray out every time Joonghyuk hit deep, flowing heavily to wet Joonghyuk's thighs and dripping onto the wooden floor.
"Ah! Ahh— ngh! Uh! Hahhh!"
Dokja raved madly, his face flushed a deep crimson. In the mirror, he could see how his gaping vagina was forced to swallow Joonghyuk's dick time and again without mercy. Their lower halves were completely drenched, full of a mixture of sexual fluids and lubricant that made every thrust produce a very loud, wet sound.
Joonghyuk growled, accelerating his thrusts with movements that were short yet incredibly powerful, causing Dokja to jolt up and down. The sound of fluids dripping onto the floor sounded obscene, given the puddle produced by the two of them was quite substantial. Dokja could no longer support his own weight; he trembled violently, his other leg barely able to support him on the floor, which was now slippery from the spilled fluids.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Joonghyuk! Ah! Coming! I am going to come again! Ah! Ahhh!"
Dokja screamed as he experienced another powerful orgasm in a standing position. His fluid sprayed toward the mirror, creating messy stains on the glass that displayed the dirtiest scene of their union on this late night.
Then the larger man began to feel a great throbbing at the base of his dick again, a sign that he had reached the limit of his endurance. He did not reduce his speed; instead, he grew even more crazed with long and brutal thrusts. In front of the mirror, the sight was truly lewd; his large, veiny dick vanished entirely into Dokja's deep red opening, then pulled out until only the hot tip remained, before being hammered back in with a deafening sploatch sound.
"Ahh.. hah, so tight."
Joonghyuk groaned, his voice low and full of lust. He gripped Dokja's hips so tightly that his nails left marks on the pale skin. With one final thrust that hit the very bottom of the womb, Joonghyuk exploded.
"AHH~!?!!"
Dokja screamed hysterically, his body arching extremely and his hands clawing at the mirror surface as he felt the spray of Joonghyuk's hot, thick semen fill him. In the mirror, they both could see how Dokja's lower abdomen tensed slightly from the volume of fluid being sprayed inside.
Joonghyuk kept his dick pressed inside for several seconds, letting every pulse of his climax vomit a massive amount of semen. As he slowly pulled his member out, a very dirty slurph sound was clearly heard.
Thwack!
As the large dick broke free, Dokja's wide-gaping and swollen opening could no longer hold the weight of the fluid inside. Joonghyuk's thick white semen overflowed in a massive amount, mixing with Dokja's female fluids that still flowed heavily like a waterfall. The thick fluids merged, flowing down Dokja's violently trembling inner thighs.
Dokja went limp instantly, his eyes hazy as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, which was now covered in fluid stains and hot steam. He looked completely shattered, his body covered in sweat, tears, and the remnants of their savage union. Joonghyuk hugged him from behind, resting his face on Dokja's wet shoulder, while they both panted, watching the remnants of semen that continued to drip from Dokja's stiffly throbbing opening.
Joonghyuk did not let the weakened Dokja fall to the slippery floor. With the remaining strength in his muscular arms, he lifted Dokja's body, carrying him in a bridal style. Dokja's body slumped helplessly in Joonghyuk's arms; remnants of thick white semen continued to drip from his red, gaping opening, wetting the wooden floor all the way to the bed.
Joonghyuk laid Dokja down very slowly on the mattress, which was already ruined and soaking wet. Dokja could only take short breaths, his eyes half-closed, staring at the cottage ceiling with a hollow, broken gaze. Joonghyuk then lay his bare body down beside Dokja. He pulled the man into his arms, letting their skin, still damp and sticky, touch without a gap. Joonghyuk's broad chest became a pillow for Dokja's head, which was dizzy from repeated orgasms. The larger man only tightened his embrace, burying his face in Dokja's wet hair. Beneath the messy blankets, their legs locked together. Dokja could feel the remaining warmth of Joonghyuk's semen still seeping out from within him, wetting the space between their rubbing thighs.
They lay with gasping breaths before returning to normal; both began to close their eyes as exhaustion hit their physical forms, carrying them into whatever dreams awaited.
. . .
Morning broke with a light that felt cold and cruel, piercing through the gaps in the wooden cottage that had been a silent witness to their madness last night. Joonghyuk woke with a sudden hollow feeling hitting his chest. As he reached for the side of the bed next to him, he did not feel the body heat he had held so possessively.
As expected, Dokja was no longer in the bed.
Joonghyuk opened his eyes slowly, staring at the side of the bed that was now completely empty. The scene there was truly ruined and messy; the mattress was still very wet and damp, full of wide stains from dried sexual fluids mixed with the remnants of white semen that had grown cold. The dirty scent of sex and the aroma of Dokja's body still lingered strongly on the torn and crumpled sheets, but the owner of that body had vanished without a trace.
He stood up with his bare body, feeling the remaining fatigue in his muscles after a session that had consumed so much energy. He stood frozen in front of the large mirror, its surface still dirty with spots of dried fluid. Initially, he only stared at his own reflection with a hollow gaze; his muscular body was covered in scratches and redness from last night's brutal activity.
However, as he tilted his body slightly, his eyes caught his hip area. There, right above a prominent muscle line, was a tattoo that had been a symbol of a certain bond or destiny between them. Joonghyuk froze as he saw the tattoo on his skin beginning to blur, as if slowly dissolving into his own pores.
The color of the tattoo faded very quickly, changing from deep red to pale gray, until it finally disappeared completely without leaving a single trace. The skin of his hip was clean again, as if there had never been a mark there.
Joonghyuk's heart pounded very hard, its thudding felt even in his ears. He stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat. This was a clear sign that the relationship or contract between them had truly been severed. Kim Dokja had not only left physically, but he had also erased the traces of his destiny from Joonghyuk's body.
Joonghyuk winced slightly, an expression between anger and deep pain emanating from his stiff face. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white and the veins in his arms bulged sharply. He wanted to scream, to shatter the mirror in front of him, but he could only stand silently in the stillness of the cottage.
After a moment in the agonizing silence, Joonghyuk looked away from the mirror. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his emotions into the deepest box in his heart. With stiff but efficient movements, he began to pick up the wet and dirty sheets, cleaning the remnants of the mess on the mattress and the floor.
He hurried to bathe, letting the cold water pour over his body to wash away Dokja's scent that still clung strongly to his skin. Once finished, he immediately donned his black clothes, preparing with all his equipment as if the night full of lust was merely a nightmare he had to move past immediately.
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Joonghyuk stepped into Countess Lee's residence with an aura so thick and cold that the servants who encountered him bowed in fear. His heavy footsteps echoed in the wide hallway until he reached the main study.
Lee Seolhwa, who was checking several documents, looked up immediately. Her eyes widened in shock, her breath catching for a moment at Joonghyuk's appearance, which looked darker than usual, even though the man was neatly dressed.
"Captain? You suddenly disappeared last night without a word. I was worried something had happened to you" Seolhwa said, standing from her chair.
Joonghyuk did not answer immediately. He only stood in the middle of the room with fists clenched at his sides. His mind was still haunted by the wet bed in the cottage and how the tattoo on his hip had disappeared without a trace. His mood was truly at its lowest point.
"I had urgent business," Joonghyuk answered shortly, his voice hoarse and sharp.
Hearing that answer, Seolhwa exhaled, realizing something was deeply bothering the man in front of her. "Fortunately, I was able to handle everything here. Your absence at the event last night did not arouse significant suspicion among the other nobles."
Joonghyuk snorted softly, his expression still stiff and unfriendly. "Good, then."
He stepped closer to Seolhwa's desk, staring at her with a gaze that demanded answers. There was something far more important in his head now than mere palace protocol.
"Have you done what I told you?"Joonghyuk asked coldly.
Seolhwa nodded slowly. She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a large folder containing thick files. Her face turned serious as she handed the documents to Joonghyuk.
"Everything is here. Information on their secret movements, escape routes, and the names involved. I have confirmed it many times," Seolhwa reported.
Joonghyuk received the files, his fingers clutching the edges of the paper until they bent slightly. His eyes stared sharply at the rows of words and diagrams before him. These files were the key, the key to take revenge against the empire and the cathedral that were so rotten, revenge against the people who had hurt the one he loved. He swore he would not let them all die easily.
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