Dravic leaned down—still straddling my chest—and kissed me slow, tasting himself on my tongue without hesitation. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine for a second, breathing hard, both of us trembling in the quiet room.
Then he shifted.
He slid lower—body dragging down mine until his face hovered over my hips. His hands pushed my thighs apart wider, gentle but firm, and he settled between them. Hot breath ghosted over my skin first, making me twitch.
Then his tongue.
Warm, wet, flat lick right over my hole—slow and deliberate. I jolted, hips lifting off the bed.
"Ahh—!"
He hummed against me—low, pleased—then licked again, longer this time, circling the rim before pressing the tip inside just enough to make me gasp.
"Nnngh… Dravic…!"
His tongue pushed deeper—slow, wet strokes in and out—while one thick finger joined it, sliding in alongside, stretching me open with careful pressure.
I moaned louder—voice cracking—back arching off the mattress.
"Ahh…! Mmm… hah…!"
He groaned into me—vibration buzzing through my body—then added a second finger, curling them slowly, brushing that spot inside while his tongue kept licking around the rim.
"Nnngh…! Too much… ahh…!"
My legs shook. My cock throbbed against my stomach, leaking steadily, untouched.
He pulled back suddenly—fingers slipping free with a wet sound—then rose up on his knees. His hands went to my underwear—already half-down—and tugged them off completely, tossing them aside. His own were gone already.
He gripped his cock—thick, hard, slick—and lined the head up against my entrance.
"Here," he murmured, voice rough.
He pushed.
The head breached me—slow but steady—and I cried out, sharp sting of stretch flaring bright.
"Ugh—! Aghk…!"
It burned—too full too fast even after his tongue and fingers. My thighs tensed, hands scrabbling at the sheets.
He paused—just the head inside—letting me adjust, breathing hard above me.
"Relax… breathe…"
I tried. Inhale shaky. Exhale trembling.
He pushed again—inch by inch—until he was buried deep. The stretch settled into heavy, throbbing fullness.
"Nnngh… so deep…"
He lifted my right leg—hooked it over his shoulder—then leaned down and bit the inside of my thigh—sharp but not breaking skin—then licked over the mark, soothing it while his hips started moving.
Slow rolls at first—pulling almost out, then sinking back in—each thrust dragging along my walls, hitting that spot over and over.
"Ahh…! Dravic— hurts… ahh…!"
He groaned against my skin—teeth grazing again—then sucked hard on the bite mark while his pace quickened. Hips snapping deeper, harder.
The pain blurred into pleasure—sharp edges softening into heat that coiled tight in my belly.
My moans turned higher—desperate.
"Mmm… ahh… nnh…!"
He sped up—thrusts turning rougher—cock slamming in deep, wet sounds filling the room.
"Fuck… Renji… so tight… gonna cum—"
I shattered first—cock pulsing untouched against my stomach, spilling hot across my skin in weak spurts.
"Ahh—! Coming—!"
My hole clenched hard around him—fluttering wildly.
That sent him over.
"Nnngh—! Fuck—!"
He slammed in one last time—deep—and came hard. Thick pulses flooded me, 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… yes… take it…"
But he didn't stop.
He kept moving—slow rolls through the aftershocks—cock still hard, still buried.
I whimpered—voice weak, broken.
"W-wait… enough already… I can't take it anymore… please…"
He leaned down—kissed my forehead softly.
"It's okay," he whispered. "Calm down. I've got you."
Then he lifted my other leg—hooked both over his shoulders now—folding me nearly in half. The angle changed—deeper, more intense.
He started moving again—slow at first, then deeper, harder.
His mouth found my chest—lips closing around one nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over it.
"Nnngh—! Ahh… hurts… too deep…!"
The stretch burned fresh—pain mixing with pleasure—making my voice crack on every moan.
"Ahh…! Dravic—!"
He switched to the other nipple—sucking, biting lightly—while his hips snapped faster, slamming in deep.
"Fuck… so good… gonna cum again—"
I came first—cock twitching, spilling weakly across my stomach again.
"Nnngh—! Coming—!"
My hole clamped down hard—milking him.
He groaned—voice breaking.
"Ahh—! Renji—!"
He buried himself completely and came—hot pulses flooding me once more, spilling deep until it leaked out around him.
He stayed inside—breathing hard—then eased my legs down slowly.
Dravic didn't pull out.
Instead he sat up—lifting me with him—until I was sitting in his lap, straddling him, his cock still buried deep.
The sudden shift drove him even deeper, the head pressing hard against that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. My thighs quivered on either side of his hips. My arms looped around his neck instinctively, clinging tight as a low, broken moan slipped out of me.
"Nnngh…!"
He groaned against my throat—rough, satisfied—feeling the way my walls fluttered and clenched around him from the new angle.
"Fuck… Renji… you're gripping me so tight…"
His hands settled on my waist—fingers splaying wide, digging into soft flesh—and he started guiding me in slow, rolling motions. Not frantic yet. Just deep, deliberate drags: lifting me almost off him, then letting gravity pull me back down until he was seated to the hilt again. Every downward slide made me feel every thick inch stretching me open, every vein dragging along my walls.
"Ahh… Dravic… too full… hah…"
He kissed the side of my neck—open-mouthed, tongue tracing the fresh bruise he'd left earlier—then sucked lightly while his hips rolled up to meet every descent. The wet, slick sounds of our bodies meeting filled the quiet room, mixing with my soft whimpers and his low, ragged breaths.
"You feel that?" he murmured against my skin, voice gravel-rough. "How deep I am… how perfectly you open for me every time…"
My cock—hard again, aching—rubbed against his abs with every rise and fall. The friction was slick, hot, building unbearable pressure low in my belly. I could feel myself leaking steadily, smearing across his stomach.
He sped up gradually—hands gripping my hips harder now, helping me bounce faster, deeper. Each thrust upward slammed right into that spot, making my moans climb higher, more desperate.
"Mmm… ahh… nnh… Dravic…!"
His breathing turned uneven—short, sharp exhales against my neck. His cock throbbed thicker inside me, veins pulsing hard against my walls.
"Renji… I'm close…" he rasped, voice breaking. "Gonna come inside you again… deep… fill you up…"
His rhythm faltered—thrusts turning erratic, short, slamming deep. Hips snapping up hard, chasing release.
"Nnngh— fuck—!"
He buried himself completely one last time—body locking tight—and came.
Hot, thick pulses flooded me—spurt after spurt—spilling deep, warm and overwhelming. His groan was long and low, hips jerking helplessly with each wave.
"Ahh… mmm… yes… take it all…"
The sudden rush of heat, the way he throbbed and pulsed inside me, pushed me over the edge at the exact same moment.
"Nnngh—! Coming—!"
My cock pulsed hard between us—spilling across his abs in weak, trembling spurts. My hole clamped down around him like a vice—fluttering wildly—milking every last drop as pleasure crashed through me in waves.
We moaned together—raw, overlapping sounds—his deep groan muffled against my shoulder, my high, broken cries spilling into the air.
"Ahh… Dravic…!"
"Nnngh… Renji… fuck…"
He kept rocking through it—slow, shallow rolls—drawing out every last tremor, every last pulse, until we were both shaking, panting, clinging to each other like we'd fall apart otherwise.
When the aftershocks finally eased, he didn't pull out.
He just held me there—arms wrapped tight around my waist, my head tucked against his shoulder, his cock still nestled deep inside, softening slowly but staying exactly where it was.
We stayed like that for a long minute—breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other's chests.
He pressed a soft kiss to my temple—voice low and wrecked.
"Haa… that was… incredible, Renji."
His cock gave one faint twitch inside me—still warm, still full—and I whimpered weakly.
"P-please… take it out already…"
He chuckled—quiet, tired—then kissed my forehead again.
"No," he murmured. "We'll stay like this until morning."
He reached over—grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed—and pulled it up over us, tucking it around our shoulders. His arms tightened around me—chest to my back now as he shifted us sideways, spooning me close, cock still buried deep.
I was too exhausted to argue.
My body felt heavy, boneless, every muscle trembling from overuse. My hole ached—stretched, sore, still fluttering weakly around Dravic's cock even as it softened slowly inside me. The warmth of his cum leaked out in slow trickles, mixing with the sweat on my thighs. I could barely keep my eyes open.
"P-please… take it out already…" I whispered, voice cracked and thin. "It hurts… it's too much…"
Dravic made a low, soothing sound in his throat—almost a purr—and instead of pulling out, he hugged me tighter.
His arms locked around my waist like iron bands, crushing my back to his chest. At the same time he rolled his hips forward—slow, deliberate—pushing deeper until the head pressed hard against the deepest part of me again.
A sharp, burning ache flared through my core.
"Ah—!"
I gasped, body jerking in his hold. My hands scrabbled weakly at his forearms.
"Dravic… no… please… it hurts…"
He didn't speak. Just held me impossibly close—chest rising and falling against my back, breath hot on my neck—and started moving again.
Slow rolls at first—barely an inch in and out—but each one drove him deeper, grinding right against that oversensitive spot. His cock hadn't softened completely; it thickened again inside me, swelling back to full hardness, stretching me wider, filling me beyond what I thought I could take.
"Nnngh…! Wait… I can't… it's too deep… I feel like I'm gonna pass out…"
My voice broke into a whimper. Tears pricked my eyes. My legs shook uncontrollably, thighs trying to close but trapped between his stronger ones.
"Shh," he murmured against my ear—voice rough, almost gentle. "Just breathe… I've got you…"
But he didn't stop.
He kept that slow, relentless rhythm—pulling back just enough to drag every ridge along my walls, then sinking back in until his hips met my ass again. Each thrust made a wet, obscene sound; each one forced a broken moan or cry from my throat.
"Ahh… nnh… hurts… Dravic… please…"
He hugged me even tighter—arms like steel—chest pressed so close I could feel his heartbeat thundering against my spine. His cock pulsed harder inside me, swelling thicker, veins standing out against my fluttering walls.
"Almost there," he rasped. "One more… just one more for me…"
His pace quickened—short, deep snaps now—still not brutal, but unyielding. The head hammered that spot over and over. Pain blurred into overwhelming heat. My cock—soft a minute ago—twitched back to half-hard, leaking against my stomach from the constant pressure inside.
Dravic's breathing turned ragged—short, desperate gasps against my neck. His thrusts faltered, hips stuttering as he chased the edge.
"Nnngh— fuck— Renji—!"
He slammed in one final time—deep as he could go—and came again. Hot, thick pulses flooded me once more, spilling deep, overflowing until it leaked out around his base in warm rivulets down my thighs. His groan was long and broken, hips jerking helplessly with each powerful spurt.
"Ahh… mmm… fuck… yes… take it…"
The sudden rush of heat, the way he throbbed and pulsed inside me, finally pushed me over right after.
"Nnngh—! Coming—!"
My cock pulsed weakly between us—spilling thin spurts across my stomach and his abs. My hole clamped down hard around him—fluttering, squeezing desperately—as pleasure crashed through me in exhausted waves.
"Ahh… Dravic…!"
We trembled together—moaning in ragged harmony—his deep groan muffled against my shoulder, my high, broken cries spilling into the air.
When the last weak pulses faded, Dravic didn't move right away.
He just held me—arms still locked around my waist, cock still buried deep, softening slowly inside me. His breathing was heavy against my neck, chest rising and falling in time with mine.
I felt everything start to blur at the edges—vision dimming, limbs going heavier, head too fuzzy to think.
My eyes fluttered shut.
The ache, the fullness, the overwhelming warmth of him wrapped around me… it all faded into soft darkness.
I passed out.
Dravic must have felt it—the way my body went completely limp in his arms—because he let out a quiet, satisfied hum.
He eased us both down slowly onto the bed—still spooned together, still connected—pulling the blanket over us with one hand while the other stayed wrapped protectively around my waist.
He kissed the back of my neck—soft, almost reverent.
"Sleep well, Renji," he whispered into the dark.
The lantern flickered out.
The room fell silent—only the faint sound of his steady breathing and the distant night noises of the town outside.
And he held me through the rest of the night—still inside, still close.