The room was still dark. The candle was gone now, just smoke and a little wax smell left. I was leaning on Fenvarn's chest, legs shaking, body wet with sweat and his cum. Every breath hurt a bit. Inside me, I still felt his warm cum leaking out slow, dripping down my legs. I thought he was finished. I hoped so.
But he wasn't.
He moved his hips once—slow, teasing—his cock still half-hard inside me. I made a small sound, too sore to move.
"Fuck, Renji…" he said quiet against my neck, voice low and rough. "You feel even better when you're full of me." He licked the sweat from my collarbone. "I'm still hungry."
My eyes got big. "N-no… Fenvarn, please…" My voice was weak and broken. "I can't… I can't take anymore. It hurts too much already. Please… stop."
He laughed—deep, dark, happy. He pulled back a little to look at my face. His hazel eyes were still dark, pupils big. "Stop?" He tilted his head, smiling. "Baby, you took all seven of us at once in those ruins, didn't you? All our cocks stretching you, filling you, using you… and you're still here. Still breathing. Still so tight."
Tears came to my eyes again. "That was different… that was—"
"Shhh." He put a finger on my lips. "Don't worry, pretty boy. I put up a magic wall around the room when I got here. Soundproof. No one outside will hear anything—no matter how loud you scream, how hard you moan, how much you beg." His smile got bad. "So go ahead. Let it all out. Cry. Scream my name. No one's coming to save you… and no one will know how much you're liking this."
I shook my head slow. "Please… I really can't—"
"You can," he said, voice getting hungry. "And you will. This time we'll change position, okay? Something nice and deep. You'll like it."
"I won't—I can't—" I tried to push his chest, but my arms were weak.
He didn't listen.
With one easy move he lifted me off his lap—his cock came out with a wet sound that made me jump. Cum dripped down my legs. He turned me around fast, hands strong on my hips.
"Hands on the bed," he said, voice full of order. "Bend over for me, pretty boy. Show me that ass."
I shook my head. "Please… no more…"
But he was already moving me. Pushed me forward until my hands hit the bed. Pressed a hand on my back, bending me over the edge. My chest and face went into the sheets. Ass up. Legs open by his knees.
"Fuck… look at this," he said, hands running over my ass. "Your hole's still open, still leaking my cum. So red and puffy… begging for more."
I felt his cock—hard again, thick and wet—brush hot against my lower back first. Then lower, sliding between my cheeks, touching my hole.
"Fenvarn… please…" I begged, voice quiet in the sheets. "I'm too sore… I can't take it—"
"You can," he said rough. "And you will. Scream all you want—nobody hears. That magic wall keeps every sound just for me."
He lined up. Pushed.
The head went in again—slow first, then he pushed deep in one long move. I cried out loud, hands grabbing the sheets tight. Pain came hot and new. He went all the way in, hips against my ass.
"Ugh… still so fucking tight," he moaned. "Even after all that… holding me like you don't want me out."
He started moving—slow first, pulling almost out, then slamming back in. Each push rocked me forward, taking my breath. His hands held my hips hard—fingers digging in, hurting.
"Take it, baby," he panted. "Take every inch. Fuck… you feel so good like this. Bent over, ass up, letting me fuck you hard."
He went faster. Harder. The bed made loud creak sounds. Wet, dirty noises filled the room—skin hitting skin, his cock going in and out of my sore hole. His cum from before made it slippery, making squish sounds every time.
"Ah—ah—please—" I cried, face in the sheets. Tears wet the bed. "Too much… too deep… slow down—"
"Slow down?" He laughed rough, out of breath. "No… you're moaning too pretty. Listen to yourself—crying and squeezing like you love it." He slammed harder. "Fuck—look at you shaking. So pretty when you cry for me. Louder, baby. Let that wall catch every sound."
He kept going—non-stop. Hips moving fast, cock hitting deep inside. Pain mixed with heat. My legs shook. My arms gave up. I fell flat on my chest, ass still up, still getting fucked.
"Yes… just like that," he moaned. "Stay down. Let me fuck you into the bed. Gonna make you scream my name so loud the wall shakes."
After a long time—push after push, deep and hard—he pulled out fast. I gasped at the empty feeling—then he turned me on my back.
"Legs up," he said, grabbing my thighs and opening them wide. He put my knees over his shoulders, folding me.
I shook my head weak. "No… I can't… please…"
"You can," he said strong. "And you will. Look at me while I fuck you."
He pushed in deep in one move. I arched, crying out loud. He leaned down, body heavy on mine, and kissed me—hard, owning. Tongue deep in my mouth, taking every sound.
He started moving again—faster now. Deep, hard pushes. Bed shaking. His cock going so deep I felt it in my stomach. Sweat dropped from his chest to mine.
"Fuck—Renji—" he panted against my lips. "You're gonna make me cum again. Gonna fill you so full it leaks for hours. Moan for me. Louder. Let me hear how much you need this."
His speed got wild—slamming, pounding, hips hitting fast. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Just took it—body moving under him, hole squeezing his thick cock. My moans came out—high, desperate—right in his mouth.
"Ugh—yes—fuck—" he groaned. "That's it. Scream for me. Nobody hears but me."
Then he groaned—low, broken. Pushed deep and held. Came hard—hot, thick cum shot inside me again. Filled me fast. Too much. Spilled out around his cock, ran down my ass, wet the sheets. The full, warm feeling made me go over. My body squeezed hard. I came too—shaking bad, crying in his kiss, cum spurting weak between us onto my stomach.
He stayed inside, breathing heavy on my mouth. Kissed me slow now—lazy, happy.
"Fuck… look at you," he said rough. "All fucked out. Full of me. Leaking my cum like a good boy. So pretty when you break."
I felt weak—arms and legs heavy, body shaking. Couldn't move. Couldn't talk. Just lay there under him, chest going up and down fast, tears dry on my face.
He kissed my forehead. "So perfect," he whispered. "So yummy. I'm gonna keep you like this all night… maybe longer."
He didn't pull out.
Just held me there—still inside—warm, heavy, holding me.
And I was too broken to fight anymore.
A while later, the room felt even quieter. My body was heavy, sore everywhere. I couldn't move much. Fenvarn was still inside me, his breathing slow now. He stayed like that for a long time, just holding me, cock softening but still filling me up.
Then he moved. Slow. He pulled out carefully. A wet sound came when his cock left my hole. More cum leaked out right away—thick and warm, running down between my legs onto the sheets. I whimpered soft, too tired to do anything.
He looked down at the mess—the wet spot on the bed, cum everywhere, sweat on the sheets. He smiled lazy. "Look at this," he said. "We made a big mess, didn't we? So much cum…smells good."
He lifted one hand. A soft green light glowed from his fingers for a second. The wet spots on the bed disappeared fast. Sheets looked clean and dry again. No smell left. Everything fresh.
"That's better," he said, happy. "All clean now. That was good, Renji. Really good. You took me so well. That was really amazing."
He got up from the bed. His body looked strong even after everything. He picked up his clothes from the floor. Put on his pants first—slow, like he wasn't in a hurry. Then his shirt. He buttoned it up, looking at me the whole time, smiling.
I just lay there, naked, legs still open a little, body too weak to cover up.
He walked back to the bed. Bent down and helped me sit up slow. "Come on, baby. Let's get you dressed too."
He picked up my pants. Helped me put them on—gentle, lifting my legs one by one. Then my shirt. Pulled it over my head. Fixed the collar. His hands were warm, careful now. Like he cared.
When I was dressed, he sat next to me. Pulled me close one last time. Kissed me—slow, deep, soft. Not rough like before. His lips stayed on mine a long time. Tongue touched mine gentle. When he pulled back, he looked right in my eyes.
"See you again next time, Renji," he said quiet. "I really enjoyed this night. A lot. Did you like it too?"
I didn't answer. Couldn't look at him. Just stared down at the bed.
He smiled soft. Leaned in close again. Voice playful, but gentle. "Hey… don't be shy. Tell me. Did you like it?"
I swallowed. Voice came out small and slow. "Y-yes…"
He laughed quiet, happy. "Good. I like that answer." He kissed my forehead quick. "That's my boy."
Then he stood up. The air around him started to shimmer—soft green light, like before. His body blurred at the edges.
"Until next time," he said, voice fading. "Rest well, Renji."
He vanished. Just gone. No sound. No trace.
The room went completely quiet again. Just me, alone on the clean bed. Body sore. Heart beating fast. Still feeling him inside me, even though he was gone.
I pulled the blanket over myself slow. Closed my eyes. Too tired to think anymore.