Morning light slipped through the thin curtains in pale streaks, barely warming the room yet. The air was still cool, quiet except for the distant sounds of the town waking up—cart wheels on cobblestone, a rooster somewhere far off.
I woke slowly, body heavy and sore in a way that made every small shift feel like fire. Dravic's arm was still locked around my waist, heavy and unmoving. His chest rose and fell against my back in deep, even breaths—he was still asleep.
His cock was still inside me.
Softened now, but thick enough that I felt every inch of him nestled deep. My hole was puffy, sore, still slick and leaking slow trails of his cum from the night before. The slightest twitch of my hips made him nudge deeper, stirring the mess inside until fresh warmth trickled out down my thighs.
I bit my lip hard to stifle a whimper. My legs trembled, thighs trying to close but trapped loosely between his. My cock—soft, spent—rested against my stomach, sticky from earlier.
I tried to breathe quietly, not wanting to wake him.
But the fullness was too much. Every heartbeat made me clench weakly around him, and even that tiny movement sent a dull ache radiating through me.
"Nn…"
The sound slipped out—barely audible—but it was enough.
Dravic stirred behind me.
A low, sleepy rumble vibrated through his chest. His arm tightened reflexively, pulling me closer until my back was crushed against him again. His hips rolled forward once—lazy, instinctive—pushing his softening length just a fraction deeper.
"Ah—!"
I gasped, body jerking. My hole fluttered around him, sore walls protesting the renewed pressure.
Dravic made a quiet, contented hum against my neck—still half-asleep—and nuzzled closer, lips brushing the skin there in a drowsy kiss.
He didn't wake fully.
Just held me tighter, cock twitching once inside me before settling again, warm and heavy.
I whimpered softly—voice trembling—tears pricking my eyes from the ache and overstimulation.
But he stayed asleep—breathing slow and deep—arm locked around me like he never intended to let go.
Morning light crept higher.
I lay there—trapped, full, sore—listening to his steady heartbeat against my back, waiting for him to wake… or for my body to stop trembling.
I tried to move.
Just a small shift—trying to ease the ache, to give my sore body some relief from the constant fullness. My hips twitched forward an inch, muscles clenching weakly as I attempted to lift myself off him.
The moment I did, Dravic stirred.
A low, sleepy rumble vibrated through his chest against my back. His arm tightened reflexively around my waist—iron band snapping shut—pulling me flush against him again. His hips rolled forward in the same instant—lazy but insistent—pushing his softening cock deeper until the head nudged that tender spot once more.
"Ah—!"
I gasped sharply, body jerking. My hole fluttered around him in protest, sore walls protesting the renewed pressure. Fresh tears pricked my eyes.
Dravic let out a quiet, drowsy groan—still half-asleep—and nuzzled closer, lips brushing the nape of my neck.
"Mm… where you going…?" His voice was thick with sleep, rough and low. "Stay… right here…"
He didn't open his eyes. Just held me tighter, hips giving one slow, instinctive grind that made me whimper.
"Nnngh… Dravic… please… it hurts…"
That finally woke him fully.
His breathing changed—deeper, more alert. One eye cracked open, then both. He blinked slowly, taking in the morning light, the way I was trembling in his arms, the way my thighs shook against his.
He let out a soft, tired exhale—almost a laugh—and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my shoulder.
"Still sore, huh?" he murmured, voice gravelly from sleep. "Sorry… didn't mean to keep you like that all night."
But he still didn't pull out right away.
Instead he shifted us carefully—rolling me onto my back beside him while staying connected, moving slow so the slide wouldn't hurt too much. My legs fell open naturally, knees bent, thighs spread around his hips. He braced himself on one elbow above me, looking down with sleepy red eyes that softened when they met mine.
"You okay?" he asked quietly, thumb brushing a tear from my cheek I hadn't realized had fallen.
I nodded weakly—voice barely there. "Just… sore… full…"
He hummed—understanding—and finally started to pull out.
Slow. So slow.
Inch by inch, careful not to tug too fast. My hole clung to him weakly—fluttering around every ridge as he withdrew—until the head finally slipped free with a soft, wet sound. A fresh gush of his cum followed immediately, warm and thick, leaking out of me in slow rivulets down my ass and onto the sheets.
I whimpered at the sudden emptiness—body clenching around nothing, sore and puffy.
Dravic shushed me gently—hand cupping my cheek, thumb brushing away the last damp trail of tears.
"Easy," he murmured, voice low and steady. "I've got you. We're done for now."
He stayed inside me a few more heartbeats—letting me feel the slow softening, the gentle pulse of his heartbeat echoing through where we were still joined—before he finally started to pull out.
Careful. So careful.
Inch by inch, he eased backward, pausing every time I tensed or whimpered. When the head finally slipped free with a soft, wet sound, a fresh trickle of his cum followed—warm and thick—leaking out of my puffy, sore hole and down between my cheeks onto the sheets.
I let out a shaky breath—half relief, half ache—as the emptiness settled in. My walls fluttered weakly around nothing, still clenching like they expected him back.
Dravic kissed my forehead—soft, lingering—then sat up fully, pulling me with him so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. He stood, stretching once (muscles shifting under golden skin), then reached for our discarded clothes scattered across the floor.
"Up," he said quietly, offering a hand.
I took it—legs wobbly—and let him steady me. My thighs shook as I stood; fresh soreness bloomed with every small movement. He noticed immediately—arm wrapping around my waist to keep me upright.
"Lean on me," he said, voice gentle now, no teasing edge.
He helped me step into my underclothes first—sliding them up my legs with careful hands, smoothing the fabric over my hips. Then my pants—slowly, so the waistband didn't chafe against the tender skin. When I winced at a particularly sore spot, he paused, kissed the side of my neck once, then continued.
My shirt came next. He slipped it over my head, guiding my arms through the sleeves like I was fragile. He even buttoned it halfway before I could reach—fingers brushing my chest as he worked.
Then he dressed himself—quick, efficient. Pants tugged up, shirt pulled on, coat draped over his shoulders. He looked exactly like he had the night before—calm, composed—except for the faint flush still on his cheeks and the way his eyes kept flicking back to me, softer than usual.
He stepped close again—cupping my face with both hands now—and kissed me once. Slow. Deep. Tongue sliding against mine in a final, lazy claim before he pulled back.
"Better?" he asked quietly.
I nodded—voice still hoarse. "Yeah… thank you."
He smiled—small, real—and brushed a thumb over my swollen lower lip.
The adventurers guild was busy when we arrived. The main hall smelled like leather, ink, and the faint metallic tang of polished steel. Cera was at the counter as always, sorting quest papers with quick fingers. She looked up when the door opened, her usual bright smile ready.
"Good morning, Renji! Back so soon after—"
Her words cut off mid-sentence.
Her eyes flicked from me to Dravic standing right beside me—then back to me again. Her brows lifted slowly. She tilted her head, gaze lingering on the way I stood a little closer to him than necessary, the faint flush still on my cheeks, the way I shifted my weight like I was trying not to aggravate sore muscles.
Cera's smile turned knowing—almost mischievous.
"Well… you two look… rested," she said, voice light but eyes sharp. "Or maybe not rested enough?"
My face burned instantly. I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal.