The room felt too hot, too small. My skin was sticky with sweat and everything else, chest heaving like I'd run for hours. Morvash still had me on his lap—still inside me—his arms loose but keeping me close. His mouth was back on my nipple, slow lazy sucks that made my body twitch even though I was too tired to move.
I couldn't take more.
My voice came out small, hoarse. "Morvash… enough… please…"
He lifted his head just enough to look at me. Blue hair messy, eyes heavy, that sleepy smile still there.
"Mm… one more," he murmured. Voice thick. Drowsy. "Then sleep."
Before I could answer he shifted—slow—lifting me off him. The slide out made me gasp—sharp sting as he left me empty. My walls clenched on nothing, fluttering weakly. Warm cum leaked out fast—thick trails down my thighs, soaking the sheet.
"Nn… ahh…"
He didn't let me fall. Hands under my thighs. Guided me down onto the bed—on my back. The mattress dipped under me, cool sheet sticking to my damp skin. He moved my legs—slow—lifted them high, hooked my knees over his shoulders. Folded me open. Exposed. My sore entrance twitched in the air, still leaking, still burning.
I whimpered. Tried to close my legs. Couldn't. He held them steady—gentle but firm.
He leaned over me. Chest to my chest. Cock—still hard, slick—brushed my entrance again.
I tensed. "No… please… I can't—"
He didn't speak. Just rubbed the head there—slow circles—coating himself in the mess. The blunt pressure made me flinch—sharp sting at the rim.
Then he pushed.
Slow. Steady. The head breached me—burning stretch, tight muscle giving way with a soft wet pop.
"Nngh—ahh…!"
Pain flared bright—sharp, tearing. My walls fluttered around the thick head, trying to adjust, only making it sting more. Tears spilled fast—hot tracks down my temples.
He kept going—inch by inch—sinking deeper. The angle was worse—legs over his shoulders let him go straight in, head dragging hard along that sore spot the whole way.
"Haa… ngh… too deep—hurts—"
He bottomed out—hips flush against my ass—with a final slick squelch. Full again. Heavy. Throbbing. I felt every pulse, every swell. My walls clenched weakly—helpless spasms around him.
He stayed still a moment—leaning over me, eyes half-closed.
Then he started moving.
Slow thrusts—pulling out halfway, sliding back in deep. Each one pulled a broken whimper from me.
"Hn… haa… ahh…"
Wet sounds echoed—shlick… shlick…—loud in the quiet room. My legs shook on his shoulders. Stomach clenched. The burn was constant—deep throb that made my toes curl.
He leaned down more. Mouth found my nipple—gentle suck—tongue circling slow—then firmer pull.
"Ngh—Morvash—!"
Every suck made me clench harder—sharp sting inside. His thrusts picked up—still slow but deeper—wet shlick… shlick… filling everything.
I cried out—voice cracking.
"Haa… hurts—please—stop—"
He groaned low—against my chest. Hips snapped harder once—then again.
I sobbed—nails digging into the sheet.
"Morvash—no more—ahh—!"
But he didn't stop.
Kept thrusting—deeper, harder—holding my legs open while his mouth sucked my nipple—teeth grazing, tongue swirling.
Pressure built—slow, heavy. My body shook—legs trembling on his shoulders, walls fluttering wildly.
He groaned—deep, slow—hips snapping with more force.
The edge hit—sudden.
He groaned—long, lazy—hips stuttering up once.
"Mm… coming…"
He came first—thick, hot floods pulsing inside me, long and unhurried, each spurt slow and heavy.
"Nnngh…"
I came next—weak, trembling release—small pulses spilling between us.
"Nghhh… haaah… ah—!"
My walls clamped down hard around him.
The sudden warmth flooded deep—pushed me over again. I sobbed—shattered, hurting cry—as my body clenched weakly through another release.
"Ahh… nghhh—!"
He held me—arms tight—emptied deep inside, groaning low against my neck.
We stayed like that—my legs still over his shoulders, him buried, breathing heavy against my skin.
He pulled out slowly—deliberate drag that made my walls flutter and cling, the thick length sliding free inch by inch with a wet, obscene squelch.
"Nnngh… haaa…!"
The sudden emptiness hit like a punch—sharp sting at the rim, deep ache twisting into a hollow throb as cool air rushed in where he'd been. Cum leaked out fast—thick, warm trails down my inner thighs, dripping onto the sheet in soft patters. My legs shook harder, knees buckling against his sides. I gasped—broken, ragged—body curling inward on instinct.
Morvash eased back just enough to let me breathe. His cock—still hard, flushed dark, glistening with everything we'd made—bobbed heavy between us. He watched me with those half-lidded eyes, lazy smile soft but unyielding.
I tried to speak. Voice came out trembling, cracked.
"I… thought… you were done…"
He tilted his head—slow blink. Blue hair fell across his forehead.
"Just one more," he said. Voice low. Sleepy. Like it was the most natural thing.
Before I could protest he moved—gentle but firm—hands on my hips turning me over. I let him. Too tired to fight. My knees sank into the mattress, palms pressing flat against the sheet. He guided me forward until my chest brushed the headboard. Face the wall. Back to him.
The position made my sore entrance feel even more exposed—air cool on the leaking mess, rim twitching helplessly. I shivered—full-body tremor that made my arms shake.
He stepped in close behind. Chest pressed to my back. One arm wrapped around my waist—steadying. The other hand slid down—fingers brushing my ass, then guiding his cock back to my entrance.
The blunt head touched me again—hot, slick, nudging the swollen rim.
I tensed. "No… please… I can't—"
He pushed.
The head breached me—slow stretch, burning sting as the thick crown popped past the rim with a soft, wet pop.
"Uungh… hhh—!"
My walls fluttered wildly around the intrusion, trying to adjust, only making it sting more. I cried out—voice cracking—palms scrabbling at the headboard.
He kept going—slow, steady—sinking in inch by thick inch. The angle was different now—deeper, straighter—head dragging hard along the front wall, pressing that sore spot with every advance. Wet shlick… shlick… filled the room as he filled me again.
"Mmmph… haah… too full—burns—"
He bottomed out—hips flush against my ass—with a final slick sound. Full. Heavy. Throbbing. I felt every pulse, every swell. My legs shook; I had to brace harder against the wall to stay upright. Tears streamed down my cheeks—hot, silent—dripping onto the sheet.
He stayed still a moment—chest pressed to my back, arms wrapped around me from behind. One hand slid up to cup my jaw—tilting my head back so he could kiss the side of my neck—slow, open-mouthed.
"You're so good," he murmured drowsily.
I sobbed—quiet, broken. "Please… slow… it hurts…"
He started moving.
Slow thrusts—pulling out halfway, sliding back in deep. Each one pulled a weak, hurting whimper from my throat.
"Uuh… hnn… mmph…"
The wet sounds echoed—shlick… shlick…—loud in the quiet room. My walls clenched desperately—fluttering around his thickness. The friction built—slow, heavy—aching pressure that pushed me toward the edge even though it hurt so much.
He hugged me tighter—arms locked around my waist—mouth finding the side of my neck. Gentle sucks—tongue circling lazy—then firmer pulls, teeth grazing the skin lightly.
"Ghh—!"
Every suck made me clench harder—sharp sting inside, but the warmth of his mouth layered over it, confusing everything. His hips rolled harder now—still slow, but deeper—wet shlick… shlick… filling everything.
I cried out—voice cracking—tears streaming faster.
"Hhha… please—too much—slow—"
He groaned low—long, lazy—against my neck. Hips snapped up harder once—then again—rhythm building.
I sobbed—broken, helpless—nails scraping the headboard.
"Morvash—no more—uuh—!"
But he didn't stop.
Kept thrusting—deeper, harder—holding me tight against his chest while his mouth sucked marks into my neck—teeth grazing, tongue swirling.
Pressure built—slow, heavy, overwhelming. My body trembled harder—legs shaking, stomach clenching, walls fluttering wildly.
He groaned—deep, slow—hips snapping with more force. Still controlled. But relentless.
The edge rushed up—sudden, unwanted.
The moment my walls clamped down hard around him, he groaned—deep, slow, drawn-out—hips stuttering up once.
"Mm… Renji… coming…"
He came again—thick, hot floods pulsing inside me, long and unhurried, each spurt slow and heavy.
"Nnngh…"
I came again tok—weak, trembling release—small pulses spilling onto the sheet.
"Uungh… haaah… mmph—!"
The sudden warmth flooded deep—pushed me over again. I sobbed—shattered, hurting cry—as my body clenched weakly through another release.