"P-please… take it out now…" My voice was barely a whisper, cracked and thin. "It hurts… I can't anymore…"
Dravic made a quiet, soothing sound against my neck—almost a hum—and hugged me even tighter, crushing my back to his chest so there was no space left between us.
"Not yet," he murmured, lips brushing my ear. "Just a little longer… let me feel you like this."
He rolled his hips once—slow, lazy—grinding deep without really thrusting. The movement made me clench weakly around him, a dull ache flaring through my core.
"Nn… ahh…"
His hands slid up under my shirt again—palms covering my chest, fingers gently rubbing my nipples in slow circles, soothing rather than teasing now. He kissed the side of my neck—soft, lingering—then licked a gentle line along the fresh marks he'd left earlier.
"You did so good," he whispered.
I couldn't answer—just panted weakly, eyes fluttering shut. The fullness was overwhelming—painful, but strangely comforting in its familiarity. His warmth, his arms, his cock still inside me… it all blurred together until I felt like I might drift off again.
After a long stretch of quiet—only the creak of the carriage and our slowing breaths—he finally shifted.
"Alright," he said softly. "Let's clean you up."
He lifted me gently—still connected—until he could ease me forward a little. Then, very slowly, he started pulling out.
Inch by inch—careful, patient—pausing every time I tensed or whimpered. When the head finally slipped free with a soft, wet sound, a thick gush of his cum followed—warm and slick—leaking out of my puffy hole and down my thighs.
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 missed him already.
Dravic kissed the back of my shoulder—soft, reassuring—then raised one hand.
A faint red glow shimmered from his fingertips—warm, tingling magic that spread over my lower body like a gentle wave.
The mess disappeared—cum, sweat, soreness easing into a dull, manageable throb. My hole tightened slightly on its own, the spell doing its work again, keeping everything snug even after everything we'd done.
He pulled my pants back up—gentle hands smoothing the fabric over my hips—then tugged his own clothes closed. He shifted us both until I was sitting sideways in his lap, head tucked against his chest, legs draped over his thigh.
He wrapped his arms around me again—protective, warm—and kissed the top of my head.
After the last shudders passed, I stayed leaning on him. Body weak. Heavy. Completely drained.
Dravic kept hugging me tight. Arms locked around my waist like he never wanted to let go. One hand moved up—slow—patting my back in gentle, steady strokes. Like calming a scared child. His chin rested on my shoulder. Breath warm against my neck. Steady. Reassuring.
No words came. Just quiet pats. Slow rubs along my spine. His heartbeat thumped steady against my back. Calm. Safe. Like an anchor keeping me from drifting away.
I closed my eyes. Let myself sink into him. Too tired to move. Too sore to care. My head lolled against his collarbone. Cheek pressed to his skin. His scent—salt, pine, faint smoke from the road—filled my lungs with every breath.
The carriage kept rolling. Minutes blurred together. Bumps came softer now. Road smoothed out. The jolts that used to hurt now felt distant. Dull. My body still ached, but the sharp sting had faded into a low, constant throb.
Dravic's hand never stopped moving. Pat. Rub. Pat. Rub. Slow rhythm. Like he was soothing both of us.
I let out a tiny sigh. Barely audible. He heard it anyway. Kissed the top of my head once. Soft. Barely there.
Time slipped. The light outside changed. Sun lower. Shadows longer.
A while later the wheels slowed. Gravel crunched under them. Louder. Rougher. Stopped.
The merchant hopped down. Boots hit ground with a solid thud. He stretched his arms overhead, cracked his neck.
"We're here, lads! Town square!"
Dravic gave one last pat on my back. Soft. Reassuring. Then he moved.
He lifted me gently.
I whimpered. Empty now. Sore. A small shiver ran through me.
Fixed my clothes. Shirt smoothed down. Pants tugged up. Everything neat again.
Helped me stand. Legs shaky. Held my elbow steady until I didn't wobble.
We stepped down.
Merchant stood by the front gate. Waved once.
"I'll deliver the goods first," he said. "Wait here. I won't be too long. Thanks for the guard."
He walked off toward a shop across the square. Cart rumbling behind him. Voice faded as he went.
When the merchant finally finished delivering his goods, he returned with the carriage, looking far more relaxed than before. The crates at the back were lighter now, some completely gone.
He stopped in front of us and smiled.
"Why don't you two look around the town while I'm away?" he asked casually. "It might take a while before I finish collecting payment."
"Ah, no," I replied quickly. "We'll just wait. And… my legs hurt a little, so I'd rather stay here."
I glanced at Dravic awkwardly.
The merchant chuckled. "Hardworking adventurers, huh? Alright, alright. Get in. We'll head back now."
We climbed into the carriage again, settling among the remaining boxes. The wheels creaked as the horses began moving, slowly leaving the town behind.
The road back was rougher than before. The carriage rocked slightly as it rolled over uneven stones.
Inside, Dravic was staring at me again.
Smiling.
"Is your body still hurting, Renji?" he asked quietly.
"Y-yes… I can hardly walk properly," I admitted.
His expression softened.
"Then lean on me," he said. "Leave the rest to me. Just rest."
"I—I'm fine," I insisted, shifting slightly. "I'll just lean against the wall."
He raised an eyebrow. "And hit your head every time the wheel rolls over a stone?"
Right on cue, the carriage jolted slightly.
I flinched.
He gave me a knowing look.
"Come here."
Slowly, carefully, he reached out and pulled me closer. His movements weren't forceful — just steady.
Before I could protest again, he guided me down gently.
My head rested on his lap.
I froze.
He adjusted slightly so I'd be more comfortable, then brushed his fingers through my hair.
"Just sleep," he murmured.
The road's rhythm continued beneath us.
His hand moved slowly, absentmindedly, smoothing my hair back.
Then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on top of my head.
It wasn't teasing.
It wasn't playful.
It felt… warm.
My eyes grew heavy despite myself.
Outside, the forest passed by in a blur of green and gold light.
Inside the carriage, with the steady movement and the warmth beneath my cheek—
For the first time that day—
I relaxed.