The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 13

The cervix, which had been slightly open, widened under the force of the cock head ramming into it recklessly, revealing a gap just large enough for the cock head to barely fit through. Doha focused on that one spot and pounded relentlessly with his shaft.

“Haht, Do-Doha, sl-slowly, p-pleaase…!”

Doeon begged, but Doha couldn’t hear him. The alpha’s instinct to leave its mark on the omega awakened a desire for conquest, a desire to thrust and crush until the sticky mucous membrane melted and yielded to his shaft.

The more Doha pushed, the more Doeon’s narrow insides opened up, enveloping his cock with its sticky lining.

“N-no, d-don’t… heut, ht…!”

When Doeon couldn’t take it anymore and tried to crawl forward, Doha yanked him back with the hands gripping his buttock cheeks, closing the distance. Because of this, his member stabbed all the way to the cervix, sending a sharp jolt of stimulation to his nerve endings.

“Hoo, where are you going. You have to take my cock.”

“Haeuht… th-there, n-no, heung, haeung…!”

Doeon threw his head back, his chin trembling uncontrollably. Saliva dribbled down from the corner of his mouth. Doha grabbed Doeon’s chin, his facial muscles gone slack, turned it, and greedily licked and sucked up the spilled saliva.

“Chyup, heum, chyup….”

Splish, splosh. The cervix, which had opened just enough for the head of his glans, was now open enough for the entire shaft to enter. Doha rubbed his shaft wantonly against the tight inner walls, thrusting it in and out, stirring inside. Doeon felt like he would not just lose his mind but faint.

Even in that state, the only thought in Doeon’s mind was that he couldn’t let Doha come inside him. But his body and mind, melted into a thick paste by pleasure, didn’t have the strength to even lift a finger.

“I’ll give you my cum. Swallow it all.”

“N-no…!”

Just then, Doha gripped both buttock cheeks as if to burst them and slammed his hips forward. Thump. Soon after, hooo, Doha’s low groan was heard, and his firm abdominal wall twitched as if it would spring, and his cum began to flow, gurgle, gurgle, slowly into the inner walls.

“Heup, n-not, inside, you can’t….”

He could vividly feel the sensation of the seed filling his insides. A strange sensation spreading throughout his internal organs. Doeon bit down on his lower lip and narrowed one eye. Doha’s member, which had been soaking in the drenched inner walls for a while as he enjoyed the afterglow, was trying to grow in volume again.

Resentment surged. He had told him so many times not to come inside. Tears welled up in his wet eyelashes again. The thought of the thick scent of pheromones pooled inside his body and the damp feeling of ejaculation made his mood plummet as if falling off a cliff.

“I-I told you not, not to do it inside, heup…!”

Doeon whipped his head around and snapped at him. His eyes, with their prominent capillaries, were bloodshot. Doha’s sharp eyes curved into a round shape, and a reply came back in a tone that could be considered affectionate.

“So you’re angry?”

“Of course I’m angry….”

“Shouldn’t you be happy? I made the pain go away for you.”

“…….”

He was at a loss for words, with a strange feeling that he had somehow lost. It did seem like the stomach cramps that had been clawing at his lower abdomen were gone. But more than that, he just wanted him to pull the thing out of his behind, but he was just keeping it in without any intention of taking it out.

“Q-quickly, pull it out….”

“Alright.”

“Ht…!”

Thump. As soon as the heavy member was pulled back, a mixture of slick and semen poured out slowly from his perineum. The light pink hole, which had been demurely closed, was now swollen red like the peak of a volcano from the repeated entries and exits. Every time it quivered, it secretly revealed its lava-like red insides, puckering as it was dotted with the ejaculated fluid.

“Look at your fucked-up hole. Oh, right, hyung, you can’t see it.”

Doha scooped up the white fluid that was trickling down his groin with his finger and pushed it back into the hole. The milky fluid was easily swallowed by the now-loose hole, following his finger. Doeon, horrified by the foreign sensation, folded his knees and sat up.

“Wh-what are you doing…! St-stop…!”

Doeon carefully pulled down the hem of his t-shirt, which had ridden up to his collarbones, to his stomach. His pants had fallen under the bed, and he had to lean over and support himself with his arm on the floor to finally pull them up.

“I-I’m leaving….”

He glanced around cautiously as he pulled his pants on up to his ankles. Doha was still kneeling on the bed with his arms crossed. With his formidable, stake-like member exposed.

He couldn’t believe that a member of that size had been going in and out of his body. Afraid that he would be devoured if he made even the sound of his clothes rustling, Doeon put on his pants as carefully as possible and lifted his hips.

“Aht….”

His buttocks were sore. There was nothing inside, but the phantom dull ache, as if something were there, was causing a headache. He frowned and tentatively took a step to escape. He had just taken a single step.

“This won’t do. I’m going to have you one more time.”

“……!”

His wrist was grabbed and he was pulled back. Doha, who had stood up in a flash, had a large, intimidating body. Naked, he was like a wild beast. It was terrifying. The difference in their bodies made Doeon tremble. He pushed Doeon down onto the bed and, making Doeon’s efforts futile, pulled his pants down to his ankles.

“Let go…! I-I can’t do it anymore…!”

“Let’s see if you really can’t, hyung.”

“No, n-nooo…!”

Smiling brightly, Doha pulled the t-shirt back up over his neck and entered between Doeon’s legs, spreading them with his thick thighs. The two of them, now completely naked and pressed against each other, were face to face.

The sound of a thunderstorm crashing in the distance echoed. In the dark room, Doha’s facial features, cast in deep shadows, captured his gaze. He was as beautiful and ruthless as a statue sculpted by the gods.

When Doeon tried to turn his head away, Doha let out a chuckle, pfft, and lowered his head. With his head still turned, Doeon reflexively closed his eyes. Chuckle, a low laugh was heard, and then a low voice echoed in his ear.

“What are you expecting?”

“……!”

His face flushed hot. He hadn’t thought about it. What had I been expecting? I had closed my eyes instinctively. If that was seen as me wanting a certain action.

“N-no, I, that is, I…!”

Doeon blinked his bewildered eyes. Just then, Doha grabbed the back of one of Doeon’s knees and lifted it high.

“Heek…!”

His firm, muscled thigh pushed up against his groin, and then he pressed the head of his cock against the puckered open hole and attempted to insert it. Doeon sucked in a sharp breath and endured the moment the thick creature entered.

“Heut…!”

The tautly pushed back intestines were familiarly chased in the direction of the cervix. The inner walls, which had become sensitive from the previous insertion, tightly enveloped the shaft of his cock.

“Haaaah, heut…!”

Doeon covered his face with the back of his hand and endured the pain of his insides being churned. Doeon, revealing only his pale, clenched jaw, had his wrist grabbed by a blunt hand as if it were a tease and was pinned above his head.

“Ht…!”

“Hyung, I told you not to cover your face.”

Every time Doha called him hyung, Doeon’s agony intensified. He couldn’t believe this situation where he was spread open in the middle and being pierced through the center by his own younger brother. And even more so because he himself was submitting to it.

As the stake-like member moved in and out as if digging out the hole, the seed that had been filling his insides flowed out slowly down his perineum with a sound of escaping air, squish, squirt, a rather graphic sound.

Doha clicked his tongue, tsk, and scooped up the seed that had flowed down his perineum with his index finger, then forcefully inserted that finger into the hole, which was stretched taut without any wrinkles from holding the giant member, and swirled it around.

“If you spill the seed, you can’t get pregnant, hyung.”

“Heut, i-if you do that, it’ll, it’ll tear…!”

He was already barely managing to take in a monster-like member, and now with a finger scraping at the entrance, it felt like his hole was going to tear. The wrinkles of the wide-open hole were swelling like petals under the man’s touch. Doeon, his brow furrowed, lifted his bright red face and panted.

“Afraid your pussy will tear?”

“D-don’t do that…!”

“Then you should have swallowed the seed properly.”

In that moment, Doha, who had pulled back his shaft until the cap of his glans was caught at the entrance of the anus, slammed his hips forward at once. Thwack. Slick splattered in all directions. Splish.

The hot shaft, which had been coated with seed like cream, was buried in the anus all at once. The cervix, stabbed by the glans, flinched and convulsed.

“Huaaah…!”

“Did you do wrong or not.”

“Heut, heuu, heung….”

His limbs spasmed, and tears streamed down from Doeon’s large eyes. With his mouth wide open and his jaw trembling, Doeon’s vision blurred white. The pounded inner walls rang, zing, and a deep vibration shook his entire body.

“Are you not going to answer?”

Doha raised his hips high, scolding him in a harsh voice. The stinging sensation of the cap catching at the entrance once again foretold the pain of his body not just being pounded like in a mortar, but being pierced through. Doeon was afraid.

“I-I was wrong… p-pleaase….”

The moment the member was pulled out of the hole, the flood of bodily fluids that gushed out contained not only the seed that Doha had shot inside but also the slick that had just gushed out.

The fluid that served as a lubricant splattered in all directions with every one of Doha’s reciprocating movements, and it was also thoroughly soaked in Doha’s thick pubic hair, forming pearl-like drops and dripping down.

“You’re going to swallow the seed properly, right?”

“Heup, u-ungh….”

“Suck up and swallow my cum.”

“Hahk…!”

As he ruthlessly pounded inside like driving a nail, thwack, Doeon’s entire body trembled. The sticky inner walls mashed together and wriggled, enveloping the shaft of his cock.

Doeon was scared of the feeling of his insides trembling uncontrollably. It felt like his body was not his own. The fact that he could get pregnant was scary enough, but the unfamiliar sensation Doha was giving him was clawing and digging at his insides like a rake.

His vision was dizzy. He felt like he would go crazy like this.

“St-stop, Do-Doha, p-pleaase…!”

“It’s nice when you say my name. Say it more.”

To Doha, his hyung calling his name during fucking was a new experience. A thrill ran through him at the intermittent convulsions that enveloped his member. He wanted to connect with his hyung more deeply. He wanted to hold his hyung more sadistically.

“I said say it more.”

He lifted Doeon’s legs by the crook of his knees, raised his knees slightly, and then put his strength forward, pulling Doeon into an embrace by the nape of his neck. The glans was driven vertically all the way into the cervix.

“N-no, Do-Doha, t-too deep, haaak…!”

Dangerous. It was dangerous. At this rate, he might get pregnant. The blunt tip of the glans, thrusting its way inside, was rampaging through his stomach. Ah, tears endlessly leaked out.

“Heek, heuk…!”

Doha hugged Doeon tightly. Doeon’s knees were bent and touched his chest. They were so close that their sharp noses could touch, and his eyes met the overflowing gray pupils head-on.

“……!”

He couldn’t move, as if he were losing consciousness. The appropriately muscled knees sprang up and down like springs, pressing down from above. Thrust, thrust. Doeon’s eyes rolled back.

“Huaa, huaaa… th-there…!”

“Hoo, hyung, fucking, like this, you like it?”

“Heek, heuk, heut…!”

“You can’t speak because you like it so much, right?”

“Haht… d-deeeep…!”