Divorce Contract C44(NSFW)

Chapter 44(NSFW)

※ This chapter contains depictions of coercive sexual activity. Please read with caution.

Even the piece of flesh that had never once become erect during their intimacy responded instantly. When pheromones rained down on him again, the untouched sex spilled prematurely once more. His whole body trembled violently.

Seo Dohyeon, keeping his pheromones unleashed like a flood, flipped Go Igyeol’s body over. He thrust two fingers deep into the drenched hole and drove them in and out roughly. Each time his legs weakened, threatening to collapse, a smack landed across the only part of him with flesh—his buttocks. Smack! Along with the sharp crack, red handprints were imprinted on pale skin.

“Don’t lose your position.”

As the faint scent of Omega pheromones seemed to provoke his rut further, Seo Dohyeon’s reason was gradually slipping away. Muffled moans through a gagged mouth, wet squelches from the soaked interior, filled the bedroom. Go Igyeol blinked faintly, his vision flickering. He had already ejaculated twice from the rough assault inside him. He no longer wanted to, but Seo Dohyeon’s fingers relentlessly burrowed through him.

Even when he nudged the bed with the tops of his feet or tried to crawl upward, he was inevitably dragged back. Every time Go Igyeol refused his touch, Seo Dohyeon pressed another layer of pheromones onto him like punishment. It felt like rolling his bare body over beads made of needles. The tormentoulsy sweet agony lanced through him.

“Uhhk… hhhup…”

A third finger slipped into the taut, seamless ring. Though the hole was painfully narrow, perhaps by the effect of pheromones it easily swallowed three. Each time he scraped against the swollen prostate, Go Igyeol’s spine shuddered, and from the tip of his rigid member, a thin stream of cloudy fluid trickled down.

His face, drenched in sweat, was marked with exhaustion. Before full sex could even begin, Seo Dohyeon pulled his fingers out, worried Go Igyeol might faint. Stripping off his shirt and unfastening his belt, he caught Go Igyeol’s gaze sharpening slightly. Wet-eyed, he looked at Seo Dohyeon, then, as if surrendering from further resistance, closed them.

Dragging off the undergarments, the violently erect shaft sprang free. Grasping the base, Seo Dohyeon pressed the tip against the gathered seams of the small, puckered hole. Watching the startled tremor of his buttocks, he shoved himself in without hesitation.

No matter how much pheromone he flooded him with, Go Igyeol couldn’t endure the pain of penetration. He sobbed, bent forward on raised hips. The well-trained passage swallowed Seo Dohyeon’s sex easily, but it ended there. With a low groan, he thickened himself within.

“Uggghk, nngh—!”

Shedding only dangling trails of tears, Go Igyeol lifted his torso slightly, shaking his head. He twisted as if begging to have his arms released, but Seo Dohyeon paid it no mind. The thrust that scraped harshly against every inch of inner flesh widened Go Igyeol’s eyes. Muttering “It hurts, it hurts,” he could not form any understandable cry through the gag.

The necklaces clumsily hanging about tangled together, one sharp edge grazing weak skin and cutting it open. Groaning like a small beast in pain, he looked up, but Seo Dohyeon’s hand pressed not mercy but cruelty—driving his head down instead of relieving his mouth of the cloth gag. Pinning him with force, he rammed in anew. The swollen shaft scraped his sensitized walls roughly, plunging full and deep.

Go Igyeol’s insides tightened. Not from pleasure, but from pain, gripping down against him. Yet to Seo Dohyeon, those clenched walls magnified the ecstasy, driving him to pull out long and slam back harder. Each time he buried himself to the root, the tip nudged distinctly against the womb.

Every strike against that spot curled Go Igyeol’s toes. The small, rounded digits went pale-white, then when pushed harder, stretched open in trembling spasms. His shoulders shook with stiff effort. Was he suffocating? Seo Dohyeon’s mind dulled sluggishly—the side effect of neglecting the rut suppressants. His responses lagged heavily.

“Mnnnhh, hhhkk, mmphhh—”

“Oh, are you suffocating?”

His whole face flushed crimson, sniffling, working his mouth pitiably. Stroking the round back of his head gently, Seo Dohyeon reached toward his lips. Before removing the dampened tie, he issued a warning.

“If you say it hurts or that you want to stop, I’ll gag you again. Understood?”

His head bobbed faintly. He looked utterly spent. Seo Dohyeon rubbed the corners of his eyes, then tugged at the balled cloth. The tie slipped out wetly between his lips.

“Cough, hhhuuhckk, kkkhh—!”

“I warned you.”

Repeating the words, Seo Dohyeon gripped his hips. Schlick—squelch—the shaft, lodged deep, dragged out in full length. Hooking the tip at the entrance, he slammed back in, drawing a shriek from Go Igyeol’s throat. His wailing cries grated on him, irritating every nerve.

Leaning forward over him, Seo Dohyeon clamped a hand over his mouth. With lips brushing his ear, he poured pheromones in sticky torrents.

“Make your moans sound aroused, at least. That’s what I’d prefer.”

“Hhhkhh, ngghh, hhhu—”

“Otherwise I’ll keep covering you like this. It’s bothersome.”

At the grind of his thrusts, Go Igyeol nodded weakly, as if in understanding. Though he gave that answer, Seo Dohyeon expected nothing—only that he wouldn’t kill the mood with sobbing breath.

The spans of time Go Igyeol drifted into delirium grew longer. Under the threat of having his mouth sealed again, he could not confess his pain, and even soft groans were stifled until exhaustion overtook him swiftly. After his arms, bound behind, were released, his body remained too weak to hold himself upright.

Seo Dohyeon pulled the limp figure onto his own lap, lifting him slowly on his cock. He favored this position—the penetration was unusually deep without much exertion.

“Hhh…”

Resting his forehead upon Seo Dohyeon’s shoulder, Go Igyeol gave a faint moan. With his legs drained of strength, the dull ache grew sharper each time the sex struck deep inside. Something in his belly felt off, not quite as usual. He endured and endured, until finally he could not and murmured:

“Stop, I… I think it’s dangerous for the baby…”

“And so what? Why should that matter.”

Before he could add more, a flood of pheromones washed through him. Though he wanted it to stop, arousal refused to fade. Crying softly, he lifted and lowered his body to match Seo Dohyeon’s pace. After yet another release, Seo Dohyeon lay Go Igyeol flat upon the bed.

What mess hid beneath his swollen belly he could not even see—the sheets alone were drenched. He prayed only for the sex to end quickly. Outside, the once-reddened sky had grown fully dark. Evening had fallen. How many nights like this had passed? He no longer knew.

Seo Dohyeon drank water, then buried himself inside him again. The alpha organ, consumed by rut, refused to go down. There was no longer even a sense of widening—just the pounding echoes within. Go Igyeol stared at his bruised, bluish arms, then stretched them downward to cradle his belly.

All through their merging, no movement from the child stirred. Perhaps while he blacked out it had, but if not… what then? And yet, perhaps the continuous pheromone shower had given the baby strength?

Another rough thrust banged against his inner walls, and Go Igyeol knit his brow faintly. His stomach hurt. He knew too well the reason why, so only let out a small moan. He realized then that even tears dry up eventually. His eyes grew hot, but no dampness formed or spilled. Was it dehydration? He couldn’t tell. Schlick, squelch, thunk—the pounding inside forced his mouth open. Split lips trickled blood in tiny crimson beads. Seo Dohyeon’s eyes fixed sharply, predatory, on that mark of red. His gaze gleamed cold.

Rather than tiring, his movements quickened. Go Igyeol understood—when it wasn’t rut, Seo Dohyeon had been holding himself back. If he had always taken him like this, they wouldn’t have lasted a month. Not even a week. Perhaps not even a single day.

“Haaa…”

Unable to cling to Seo Dohyeon, Go Igyeol clawed at the crumpled sheets with all his strength. Was it deliberate, or had he simply forgotten—Seo Dohyeon hadn’t taken the suppressants at all through this rut cycle.

“Don’t look away. Look at me.”

“……”

At the firm command, his unfocused gaze shifted from beyond Seo Dohyeon’s shoulder toward him. But his eyes lacked clarity, glassy and dim, as though he might collapse at any moment.