But when Yeon Yiseo opened his eyes again, he could only stare in horror.
“……Mmh, nngh… huh. ……Huh? Ah, ah! ……Agh! Wait, again, why again—”
Alexander was on top of him, moving his hips.
Wasn’t rut supposed to end with knotting?
Yiseo groaned, puzzled—then suddenly remembered.
Alexander was an extreme-dominant Alpha.
And extreme-dominants needed far less sleep than Betas. Two to three hours a day was more than enough for them.
***
No joke—he was really going to die.
Death by sex wasn’t just a phrase out of some fantasy anymore. It was flashing before Yiseo’s eyes in real time.
“Hnn, ……ugh, ngh. Haa…….”
Yiseo lay facedown, taking Alexander’s cock once again. The man’s hot breath fanned against the back of his neck. That panting told Yiseo he still wasn’t satisfied.
His throat burned raw from all the screaming. Each moan scraped at his vocal cords like sandpaper. His voice was wrecked, and he didn’t even have the strength to make a sound anymore. All he could do was move with Alexander’s rhythm.
“Ugh……! Hoo…….”
“……Ah, ……hah……. Mmh.”
Alexander drove his cock in deep—like he was plunging a syringe all the way down. Another climax. Yiseo’s lips trembled faintly. He came just a little too. At this point, even lifting his eyelids felt impossible.
How long had it been? How many hours had passed? The last thing he remembered was the sunlight outside the window—now it was dark again, just like when they arrived at the hotel.
Had an entire day passed?
Surely not. But then again… maybe.
Was that his phone ringing in the distance? Everything was a blur. He couldn’t be sure of anything anymore. Only one thing remained vivid—Alexander’s cock, still lodged inside his body.
Alexander pressed soft kisses to the back of Yiseo’s neck, licking slow circles with his tongue. It looked like simple aftercare—but then his hips began to move suspiciously again.
“Stop. Please, just— this lunatic… ah, hnn……”
A curse finally slipped from Yiseo’s lips. Who could blame him? As far as he could remember, Alexander’s cock hadn’t left his body once. And yet, he felt soaked in semen.
Endless thrusting had left his hole burning. He was seriously worried that it might never close again.
This was his first time, and he felt like he’d exhausted his entire life’s worth of sex in just one day. What kind of man even had this much sex in a single day?
“Please, stop, just… ngh, ah, hhaa.”
He tried to slap at Alexander, but his arm flopped weakly and fell. He had no strength left anywhere in his body. He could only follow Alexander’s movements.
Alexander slid his hands beneath Yiseo’s armpits and pulled him up, setting him on his lap. Yiseo’s legs, limp and exhausted, fell open without resistance. His upper body nearly slumped forward, but Alexander caught him in one arm, locking him in place.
His chest pressed against Yiseo’s back as he began to move his hips again. Yiseo leaned his tear-streaked face against him. He was too exhausted to fight, and another overwhelming climax brought more tears he couldn’t stop.
As pleasure peaked yet again, Yiseo sobbed in Alexander’s arms.
“……I can’t take it, hnn, I can’t hold on, ah…… ngh, sob.”
It was like all the tears he hadn’t shed before came rushing out now.
Each time, Alexander kissed his cheeks, stroked his hair, touched his face—and strangely, Yiseo found comfort in that.
Normally, he would’ve hated showing such vulnerability. He would’ve forced himself to hold back. But now, even though it was embarrassing, he could admit it: part of him wanted that comfort.
Even now, when Alexander kissed his bare shoulder, Yiseo felt a flicker of joy.
His body was beyond ruined—his nipples were swollen and sensitive, aching even from a light touch, and bruises and marks left by Alexander were scattered across his skin.
But Alexander’s body wasn’t untouched either. Bite marks from Yiseo dotted his skin, and long red scratches from Yiseo’s nails had scabbed over with dried blood.
“……Ahh, stop, please stop…… it hurts, it really hurts……”
When Alexander gripped and stroked Yiseo’s cock, he whimpered and twisted in pain. There was nothing left to come—only raw, sore flesh. But Alexander kept touching, stroking gently.
“Please…… ah, just—just finish already…”
Maybe his pleading finally reached him, because Alexander let go—but then placed his hand over Yiseo’s lower belly.
For a moment, the warmth of that palm on his cold, sweat-damp skin felt nice.
But then—squelch. squelch.
Alexander started thrusting again.
Like juice squeezing from ripe fruit, his cock leaked slick with fresh cum.
Yiseo’s hole spasmed in brief surprise, but then accepted him just as easily as before.
Slicked thoroughly with semen, his inner walls rippled around the cock, pulsing with something close to satisfaction.
“Haa, just a little more.”
“……Hnnh, ……ugh……. How much is ‘a little’……. ……mmh.”
Instead of replying, Alexander pressed down firmly on Yiseo’s belly.
Yiseo jerked his head, whining as the enormous shaft became even more prominent inside him. His feeble protests sounded more like pouting than refusal.
Each thrust produced wet, sticky sounds, like a soaking towel being wrung out.
After everything, Yiseo’s body had become used to Alexander’s sheer size. His tender, elastic inner walls clung and released with every thrust—smooth yet firm.
“Hnn, hik. Ahh……”
The only part of Yiseo’s body with any meat—his ass—compressed and jiggled with every thrust. His thighs, too, suffered the same.
Sweat and cum had matted down his pubes, and they stung with every shift.
“Mmh. ……Ngh……. ……Haa, ah, hnnnn.”
Alexander kissed Yiseo’s shoulder as he rocked into him, his lips slowly moving to his earlobe. Soft, warm, and endlessly gentle.
“Ah! ……Ahh. Ahhh, hnngh……!”
It was like lightning struck his brain.
Every hair on his body stood on end as a powerful shudder overtook him.
Pleasure hit fast and hard. His cock didn’t react—it just twitched feebly—but there was no mistaking it.
Yiseo had just had another climax. A dry one.
Tears welled up again, brimming and overflowing.
With trembling hands, he reached for Alexander’s. When he brushed his fingers over the back of his hand, Alexander intertwined their fingers.
And even as they held hands, Alexander continued to drive into him roughly enough to lift his body.
His cock slammed deeper—where once only the tip could reach, now the entire head pushed in.
“Hnn, ……ghhk……. Hah, nghk.”
Yiseo opened his mouth, unable to hold back the gag reflex. Drool dribbled from the corner of his lips. Inside him, Alexander’s cock swelled again.
Another knot. He’d lost count of how many there had been.
“Ugh…… Yeon Yiseo, Yiseo-ssi, hoo.”
“Ah, uhh……. Hnnn……. ……Ahh…… hhiiee…….”
The sudden sound of his name startled him.
It was the first time Alexander had spoken it during knotting.
Yiseo’s insides clenched tight, drawing a long moan from his throat.
As the swollen cock locked into place, it released in thick, heavy bursts—like a water gun shooting deep inside him.
Yiseo came again, weakly, his eyes rolling back.
Finally, sensing how completely drained he was, Alexander gently shifted him and laid him face down on the bed.
The sheets were soaked with body fluids, but right now, Yiseo felt nothing but gratitude.
He closed his eyes, panting shallowly.
As Alexander’s knot finally shrank and his cock slipped free, Yiseo flinched instinctively—but that was it.
His overstretched hole only twitched faintly.
With the “plug” removed, thick semen poured out, soaking the sheets further.
The warmth of it was uncomfortable, but he didn’t have the strength to move even a finger.
It’s over, he thought.
And for once, he was grateful.
He was barely breathing now, as quiet as someone who’d drifted off to sleep.
And when he felt heat press against his back, he knew—without looking—it was Alexander.
Of course it was. After all they’d done, who else could it be?
Strong arms wrapped around him.
With his body at its absolute limit, and wrapped in that comforting warmth, Yeon Yiseo’s consciousness slipped into sleep.
