Dravic held me like that for a few more heartbeats — still buried deep inside, his cock throbbing faintly with the aftershocks of his last release. My body was completely limp against him, legs dangling, head resting on his shoulder, breaths coming in short, shaky pants. The steam felt thicker now, wrapping us in a warm haze, but I was too exhausted to care.
He kissed the side of my neck — soft, lingering — then murmured against my skin.
"One more round… last one, I promise."
I whimpered weakly. "Dravic… I can't… I'm done… please…"
He chuckled low — warm, dark — and shifted his grip. One arm stayed locked under my thighs, the other wrapped around my waist.
"You can," he whispered. "You always can for me. Just one more… let me take you like this."
Before I could protest again, he lifted me higher — still impaled on him — and carried me out of the deeper water toward the widest, smoothest part of the stone ledge. Water cascaded off us in sheets. He lowered me down gently onto my back, the warm stone pressing against my spine and shoulders. My legs — weak, trembling — fell open naturally as he positioned himself between them.
He didn't pull out. The head stayed inside the whole time, stretching me continuously. Every small shift made me gasp.
"Ah…!"
He leaned over me — bracing one hand beside my head, the other sliding down to hook under my knees. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted my legs up and out — spreading them wide — then guided them over his broad shoulders.
My thighs rested against the sides of his neck, calves draped over his back. The new angle opened me completely — deeper, more exposed. His cock sank even further inside with the movement, the head pressing right against that sensitive spot.
"Nnngh—! Dravic… too deep… like this…!"
My voice cracked into a high moan. My hands scrabbled at the stone, trying to find something to hold onto. My hole fluttered around him — still slick with his cum from before — clenching helplessly at the overwhelming fullness.
He groaned low — rough, pleased — feeling me squeeze him.
"Fuck… look at you," he breathed, eyes dark and locked on mine. "Legs wide on my shoulders… taking every inch… so pretty spread out for me."
He started moving.
Slow at first — long, rolling thrusts that dragged his cock almost all the way out, then sank back in deep. Every slide hit that spot perfectly, making my whole body jerk and arch off the stone.
"Ahh…! There— right there—!"
My moans came louder, higher — broken and needy. My cock — hard again, leaking steadily — bounced against my stomach with every thrust, untouched but throbbing from the constant pressure inside.
Dravic leaned down further — folding me almost in half — his chest pressing to mine, my knees hooked high on his shoulders. His mouth found my neck again — sucking hard, teeth grazing, leaving another dark mark while his hips snapped faster.
"Mmmph… ahh… Dravic…!"
He growled against my skin — pace building, thrusts turning sharper, deeper.
"Feel that?" he rasped. "How deep I am? How full you are? Gonna make you come again… gonna fill you up one last time…"
His hand slid between us — fingers wrapping around my cock — stroking firm and fast in time with his thrusts.
I shattered almost immediately.
"Ahh—! I'm— I'm coming—!"
My cock pulsed in his grip — spilling hot across my stomach in weak, trembling spurts. My hole clamped down hard around him, fluttering wildly, milking him with every spasm.
That pushed him over.
"Renji— fuck—!"
He slammed in one final time — burying himself to the hilt — and came hard. Thick pulses flooded me again, hot and deep, spilling inside until I could feel it leaking out around his base. His groan was long and low, hips jerking with each spurt.
"Ahh… mmm… ugh… you're so full Renji…"
We stayed locked like that — my legs still draped over his shoulders, his body pressed to mine — both of us shaking, panting, moaning softly into each other's skin.
When the last tremors finally faded, he eased my legs down slowly — careful not to hurt me — and pulled out inch by inch. The emptiness made me whimper — my hole fluttering, slick with his cum.
He leaned down slowly, pressing soft kisses along my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth — tasting the salt of sweat and tears mixed together. His voice was low, wrecked, but still that same possessive warmth.
"You did so fucking well, Renji," he murmured against my lips. "Took everything… came so hard for me every time… perfect. So perfect."
I tried to answer — tried to say something, anything — but all that came out was a weak, broken whimper. My eyes fluttered, vision blurring at the edges. My hole clenched once more around him on instinct, fluttering weakly, and even that small movement sent a final, exhausted shiver through me.
My head lolled to the side against the stone. My arms — which had been clinging to his shoulders — slipped down limply, falling to rest on the warm rock. My breathing slowed… slowed… each inhale shallower than the last.
Dravic noticed immediately.
He stilled. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip.
"Renji?"
No answer. Just a soft, barely-there sigh.
He eased out carefully — inch by inch — wincing slightly at the way my hole fluttered around the loss. Cum leaked slowly from me, warm and thick, pooling on the stone beneath my hips. He lowered my legs gently from his shoulders, letting them fall open and boneless in the shallow water.
"Renji…" His voice dropped, softer now, almost concerned.
He gathered me up in his arms — one under my knees, the other cradling my back — and pulled me against his chest. My head lolled against his shoulder, eyes closed, lashes wet, body completely limp. Passed out cold from exhaustion, overstimulation, and sheer overwhelming pleasure.
Dravic let out a long, slow breath — half groan, half quiet laugh.
"Fuck… I really did push you too far, didn't I?"
He kissed my forehead — lingering, tender — then shifted us both deeper into the warm water. He sat with his back against the ledge, me cradled sideways in his lap like something precious. One arm stayed wrapped around my waist, keeping me secure. The other hand came up to stroke through my damp hair, slow and soothing.
"Rest, little one," he whispered, lips brushing my temple.
The steam curled thicker around us. The spring lapped gently at our skin. My breathing evened out into slow, deep sleep — soft puffs against his neck.
Dravic stayed like that for a long time — holding me close, one hand rubbing slow circles on my back, the other tracing idle patterns along my thigh. His cock had finally softened against my hip, but he made no move to leave or shift me.
He just watched me sleep — red eyes softer than they'd been all night — and murmured once more, so quiet it was almost lost in the steam
"Sleep well, Renji…"
The hot spring glowed faintly in the dark.
Steam rose.
Water lapped.
And Dravic held me through the quiet hours — guarding, waiting — until the first hints of dawn began to lighten the sky.