After a few minutes of quiet rocking from the carriage, Dravic suddenly moved.
His arms wrapped around my waist from behind—strong and quick—pulling me back until I was sitting between his legs, my back flush against his chest, his thighs bracketing mine. The crates behind us blocked any view from the front, but my heart still jumped into my throat.
"P-please… not here," I whispered, voice shaking. "The merchant… someone might—"
"Shh," he said low against my ear, calm and steady. "No one will know. It won't take long."
His right hand slipped under my shirt right away—warm palm sliding up my stomach, then cupping one side of my chest. Fingers found my nipple and started rubbing slow circles over it, then pinching lightly, rolling it between thumb and finger until it stiffened under his touch.
A small, helpless sound slipped out before I could stop it.
"Hn…"
His left hand moved lower, slipping under the waistband of my pants just enough to push them down halfway over my hips. My ass was half-exposed now, the fabric bunched around my thighs, cool air brushing my skin.
He didn't undress himself much either—just tugged the front of his pants open, freeing his cock. It sprang up hot and thick behind me, pressing firmly against the small of my back and settling into the cleft of my ass right away, the head already slick and nudging against my hole with every small shift of the carriage.
But he didn't push in yet.
Instead, two fingers slid down—tracing the cleft of my ass before circling my hole slowly, teasing the rim. He pressed the pads of his fingers against it—gentle but firm—rubbing in small, slick circles until the muscle softened just a little.
I tensed—breath hitching.
"Easy," he whispered, lips brushing my ear. "Just my fingers first… let me open you up nice and slow."
He pushed one finger inside—slow, careful—past the first knuckle, then deeper. The stretch was familiar but still sharp, my sore walls fluttering around the intrusion.
"Ahh…!"
I gasped—voice cracking—hips jerking forward instinctively. He held me steady with the arm around my waist, keeping me pressed back against him.
"Breathe," he murmured. "That's it… good."
He started moving—slow in and out—curling his finger slightly to brush that spot inside. The carriage jolted over a small rut, driving his finger deeper with the motion, making me clench hard around it.
"Nn… ahh… Dravic…"
He added a second finger—pushing them in together now—stretching me wider. The burn flared fresh, but he kept the pace gentle, scissoring slowly, opening me up while his thumb rubbed circles around the rim.
"Hah… still sore… nnh…"
"I know," he said softly. "But you're taking them so well… feel how you're opening up for me already."
His fingers curled again—pressing right against that spot—while the carriage rocked us, making every movement feel deeper, more intense.
I moaned—soft, helpless—head falling back against his shoulder.
"Mmm… ahh…"
He kept fingering me like that—slow, steady—until my walls softened more, fluttering around his fingers instead of fighting them. My cock was hard now—leaking against my stomach—throbbing with every curl of his fingers inside.
When he finally pulled them out—slow, careful—I whimpered at the emptiness.
He hugged me tight again—chest to my back, arms locking around my middle.
Then he lifted me slightly—guiding me down onto his cock.
The head breached me—sharp stretch that made my breath catch.
"Aghk—!"
I cried out—short, pained—tears springing to my eyes right away. It hurt—burning, too full too fast, even after his fingers. My walls clenched hard around the intrusion, trying to push him out, but he was already sinking deeper with my own weight helping.
"Ugh—! Dravic—!"
"Let's stay like this," he said softly, hugging me even tighter so I couldn't move away. His cock throbbed once inside me—fully seated now—while his arms crushed me to his chest.
The carriage hit another bump.
The jolt drove him deeper—harder—without him even trying.
"Ahh—!"
I gasped again—voice breaking—body jerking in his hold. Every rattle of the wheels, every dip in the path, rocked us together. His cock shifted inside me with each bump—grinding against sore walls, nudging that spot over and over even though he wasn't thrusting.
It hurt—sharp stings mixing with dull throbs—but heat was building fast, unstoppable.
His hands slid up under my shirt again—palms covering my chest, fingers rolling my nipples in slow, firm circles, then pinching just enough to make me arch.
"Hn… ahh…"
I moaned—soft, helpless—head falling back against his shoulder.
He licked a slow line up the side of my neck—warm, wet—then sucked lightly on the skin just under my ear.
"You're doing so good," he whispered. "Even when it hurts… you still take me so perfectly."
One hand left my chest—sliding down to wrap around my cock. It was already hard—leaking steadily from the constant pressure inside. He stroked slow—tight—thumb circling the head on every upstroke.
"Ahh… nnh… please…"
"How's it feel?" he asked quietly, lips brushing my ear. "Do you like it?"
"I-It hurts…" I whimpered, voice trembling. "It's… too deep… every bump… ahh…!"
"You can take it," he said gently. "Just relax… let the carriage move us."
He kept stroking—slow, steady—while his hips stayed still, letting the road's jolts rock us together. Each bump pushed him deeper, dragged him along my walls, made me clench and moan again.
"Nnngh… ahh… Dravic…"
He turned my face gently with one hand—tilting my chin—and kissed me.
Deep. Slow. Tongue sliding against mine, swallowing every small sound.
"Mmmph… hnn…"
When he pulled back, our foreheads rested together—breaths mingling.
Then he started moving.
Small rolls of his hips—matching the carriage's rhythm at first, then faster. Short, deep thrusts that slammed right into that spot with every bump in the road.
"W-wait… it hurts… please don't move…"
"Relax," he whispered against my lips. "We're not done yet… just feel me."
His pace built—steady, relentless—cock driving in deep with every jolt. His hand on my cock sped up too—stroking tight and fast now.
His breathing grew rougher first—short, ragged exhales against my neck. His thrusts faltered, hips stuttering as he chased release.
"Nnngh— fuck— Renji—!"
He slammed up once—deep—and came hard inside me. Thick pulses flooded me—hot, overwhelming—spilling deep until it leaked out around his base, warm down my thighs. His groan was long and low, hips jerking helplessly with each spurt.
"Ahh… mmm… yes… take it…"
The sudden rush of heat, the way he throbbed and pulsed inside me, pushed me over right after.
"Nnngh—! Coming—!"
My cock pulsed in his grip—spilling hot across his fingers and my stomach in weak spurts. My hole clenched hard around him—fluttering wildly—milking every last drop as pleasure crashed through me.
We moaned together—raw, muffled—his groan low against my neck, my cries high and broken.
"Ahh… Dravic…!"
"Nnngh… yes… take it…"
He kept rocking through it—slow, shallow—until the last tremors faded.