Dravic kept me wrapped in his arms, still buried deep inside, my legs locked around his waist like they'd forgotten how to let go. Water lapped softly at our skin, warm and slow, but the ache between my legs pulsed with every small breath I took. He was still hard—thick, throbbing, filling every sore inch of me so completely I could feel my own heartbeat echoing around him. My walls fluttered weakly every few seconds, little helpless twitches that only made the burn sharper.
He kissed my temple again, slower this time, lips lingering.
"Okay," he murmured against my skin. "Rest a little bit. Then we'll try every different position."
My stomach dropped. My voice came out small, cracked. "P-please… enough already. I can't take it anymore."
He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were soft, but that teasing glint was still there—low, playful, almost boyish. He tilted his head, lips curving into a pout that didn't match the hard length still stretching me open.
"Hmm…" He dragged the sound out, childish and dramatic. "I'll miss you, Renji. That's why I want to do it more and more before I leave."
He sounded like a baby asking for one more candy—teasing, pleading, impossible to argue with. His hips rolled once—tiny, lazy circle—and I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.
I couldn't speak. Couldn't even form words. I could only feel him—still hard inside me, still thick, still pressing against every raw, swollen spot. My throat closed up; tears pricked again. All I managed was a shaky exhale against his neck.
He chuckled—quiet, warm—and kissed my jaw. "That's what I thought."
He didn't pull out. Just held me there, rocking gently while my breathing steadied. When my whimpers quieted to small, trembling breaths, he started moving again—slow steps through the deeper water, carrying me like I weighed nothing.
First position: standing, face-to-face, legs wrapped tight around him.
He pressed my back against one of the taller, smoother boulders at the spring's edge—stone warm from the sun, slightly rough against my spine. My legs stayed hooked around his waist; he held me up easily, hands under my thighs. The new angle drove him even deeper—the head nudging hard against that sore spot inside.
"Ngh—!"
I gasped, head tipping back against the rock. He kissed my exposed throat—slow licks, soft bites—then started rocking.
Slow at first. Long, rolling thrusts that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in deep. Wet shlick… shlick… sounds mixed with the water splashing against the stone.
Every thrust made me whimper—weak, broken little noises. The burn flared bright each time he bottomed out; my walls clenched helplessly around him, trying to push him out and pull him closer at the same time.
"Hn… haa… hurts—Dravic—"
He groaned low against my neck—rough, pleased. "I know." He kissed me—deep, messy—swallowing every shaky sound. His hips never stopped—steady rhythm, deep and slow.
My fingers threaded into his wet hair, tugging weakly. Tears slipped down my cheeks again, warm on my skin. The pressure built anyway—slow, heavy friction that my body couldn't ignore. My dick rubbed against his stomach with every thrust—slick, oversensitive.
When it hit, it was sharp—weak pulses that spilled between us. I cried out—choked, trembling.
"Nghhh… ah—!"
He followed right after—deep groan, hips pressing flush as he came inside me again. Warm floods that made me twitch and whimper—raw, too full.
He held me there—still inside—kissing my tears away while my breathing stuttered.
Second position: me on my knees, him behind.
He lowered me slowly into the shallower water near the edge—knees sinking into the smooth stone bottom. I braced my hands on the flat rock in front of me, arms shaking. He knelt behind me, one hand on my hip, the other guiding himself back in.
The stretch burned fresh—different angle, deeper reach. I whimpered long and low as he sank in—slow, steady, until his hips met my ass.
"Ahh… too deep—"
He leaned over me—chest to my back—kissing the nape of my neck, licking the sweat there. "Shh… you're doing good."
He started moving—long, firm strokes. Each one pulled a weak, hurting sound from my throat—soft "hn"s and "haa"s that cracked on every exhale. My arms trembled; my knees ached against the stone, but the water kept everything warm, slick.
He reached around—fingers wrapping loosely around my dick, stroking slow to match his thrusts. His other hand slid up my chest, thumb brushing one nipple, pinching lightly.
"Ngh—!"
My walls clenched hard around him; he groaned—low, rough—hips snapping a little harder once, then slowing again.
"Fuck… keep doing that."
I couldn't stop it. Every deep thrust made me clench—weak, helpless spasms. Tears dripped onto the rock; my breathing was all whimpers now—raw, overwhelmed.
The pressure crested again—slow, aching release. I came with a trembling cry—weak spurts over his fingers.
"Haaah… nghhh—!"
He pressed deep—groaning low as he spilled inside me once more. Warm pulses that made me twitch and sob quietly—too much, too full.
He stayed over me a moment—kissing my shoulder blades, my neck—before easing out slow. I slumped forward, forehead on the rock, breathing hard.
Third position: sitting on his lap, facing him.
He sat back against the same flat rock, legs stretched out in the water. Pulled me onto his lap—slow, careful—guiding me down onto him. The stretch burned bright again as I sank—gravity pulling me deeper than before.
"Ah—Dravic—!"
I gasped, hands flying to his shoulders. He caught my wrists—gentle—then laced our fingers together, holding my hands between us.
"Easy," he murmured. "I've got you."
He started rocking up into me—slow, rolling thrusts that kept me full, kept the head pressed right against that sore spot. Water splashed softly around us with every lift of his hips.
I whimpered with each one—weak, shaky sounds. My head fell forward onto his shoulder; tears dripped onto his skin. He kissed my temple, my cheek, licked the salt from my face—soft, almost reverent.
One hand released mine—slid up my back, cradling my neck. The other stayed laced with my fingers—squeezing tight every time he thrust up.
"Hn… haa… can't—too much—"
He groaned against my ear—low, rough. "You can." He rocked harder once—deep grind—then slowed again. His mouth found my neck—biting lightly, sucking the mark he'd left earlier.
My walls fluttered wildly—clenching around him. He moaned—quiet, pleased—and kept the slow rhythm.
The pressure built again—heavy, aching. I came with a trembling whimper—weak pulses between us.
"Nghhh… ahh—!"
He followed—deep groan, hips pressing up as he filled me again. Warm floods that made me sob softly—raw, oversensitive.
Fourth position: me on my back, legs over his shoulders.
He lowered me onto a wide, flat rock just under the water's surface—warm stone against my back, water lapping at my sides. Lifted my legs over his shoulders—knees bent, thighs spread wide. The position opened me completely; when he pushed back in, it was deeper than ever.
"Ah—!"
I cried out—sharp, broken. Tears streamed freely now. He leaned over me—hands braced on either side of my head—kissing me deep, swallowing every whimper.
He started slow—long, deep thrusts that dragged along every sore inch. Each one made a wet, obscene shlick… shlick… sound. My legs trembled over his shoulders; my hands clutched at his arms, nails digging in.
"Hn… haa… hurts—Dravic—please—"
He kissed my tears—soft licks along my cheeks—then murmured against my lips, "Almost there… one more."
His hips rolled steady—deep, controlled. One hand slid between us—fingers stroking me slow, matching his thrusts. The double sensation was too much—too full, too raw.
My walls clenched hard—weak, desperate spasms. He groaned—low, rough—hips snapping once, then slowing again.
"Come for me," he whispered.
I did—shaking, sobbing release—weak pulses that spilled over his fingers.
"Nghhh… haaah… ah—!"
He pressed deep—shuddering groan as he came inside me one last time. Warm floods that made me whimper and twitch—completely spent.
He lowered my legs carefully—kissed me slow, soft—then gathered me against his chest again. Arms tight around me. Mouth on my forehead.