He stayed buried deep—still hard, still filling me completely—as our breathing filled the quiet room. Heavy. Uneven. My chest rose and fell fast against his, sweat cooling on my skin in sticky patches. Every inhale made my sore walls flutter weakly around him; every exhale pulled a faint, tired whimper from my throat.
The ache was everywhere—deep throb in my core, sharp sting at the rim, dull burn radiating down my thighs and up my back. Cum leaked out slowly—warm, thick trails slipping past where we were joined, dripping down my inner thighs in lazy rivulets that cooled quickly on the sheet. The wet spot beneath us grew, cold and damp against my skin. I could feel it all: the sticky mess between my legs, the faint metallic scent of sweat and sex hanging thick in the air, the faint creak of the bed every time one of us shifted.
I tried to speak. Voice came out cracked, barely there.
"Morvash… out… please…"
He didn't answer. Just tightened his arms around me from behind—loose but firm—chest pressed to my back, chin tucked over my shoulder. His breathing was slow now, deep, almost purring against my neck. One hand splayed low on my stomach—warm palm covering the place where he was still inside me, like he was holding everything in place.
I wanted to fight. Wanted to push him away, curl up, hide from the ache that wouldn't stop. But my body was done. Legs heavy. Arms limp. Eyelids drooping like weights. The magic he'd used earlier to refresh me had worn off completely—left me hollowed out, drained, too tired to even tremble anymore.
My head dropped forward. Forehead brushed the pillow. The world blurred at the edges—lantern light dimming, shadows stretching longer.
I didn't mean to fall asleep.
It just happened.
Darkness pulled me under—slow, heavy, like sinking into warm water. No dreams. Just black. My breathing slowed. Evened out. Matched his—deep, steady, sleepy.
He felt it.
A low hum vibrated against my back—soft, pleased. His arms tightened just a fraction—possessive, protective. He shifted once—slow—settling deeper behind me, hips flush to my ass, cock still buried to the hilt. No thrust. No grind. Just staying inside—like he belonged there.
One leg hooked over mine—lazy drape that pinned me closer. Hand on my stomach slid up—rested over my heart, fingers splaying wide. His mouth pressed to the nape of my neck—soft, open-mouthed kiss that lingered. Then another. Then nothing—just warm breath fanning across my skin.
He didn't pull out.
Didn't move.
Just held me—naked, tangled, still joined—while his breathing deepened. Slowed. Matched mine in sleep.
The lantern flickered lower—flame guttering, then steadying. Shadows danced across the walls. The room grew quieter—only the soft rustle of sheets when one of us breathed, the faint drip of leftover cum hitting the mattress, the distant creak of the lodge settling in the night.
I slept.
He slept.
Still inside.
Still naked.
Still wrapped around each other like nothing else existed.
After a few hours, I slowly woke up. My eyes felt heavy, and for a moment I just stared at the ceiling.
I noticed that we were both already dressed. Maybe Sloth put my clothes on when I passed out. The room felt warmer than before, and sunlight was coming through the window.
I slowly sat up. Sloth was still sleeping beside me.
"My body still hurts…" I said quietly.
It felt like I had been hit by something heavy.
I looked at the window. The sunlight was bright and strong.
It looked like it was already around midday.
"Should I… go hunting today?" I muttered.
"I still need to level up, but I don't really feel like hunting today. My body still hurts."
Even a small movement made me wince.
"Urgh… even moving a little hurts."
But something felt strange. Every time it happened, it still hurt, but it also felt like my body was slowly getting used to it.
"Is that even normal…?" I wondered.
I sat on the edge of the bed while Morvash was still sleeping.
As I was thinking, I suddenly heard a small sound behind me.
"Mmm…"
I turned my head.
Morvash moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
"You're… awake, Renji?" he said.
"Uh, yeah," I answered.
"Are you going hunting again today?" he asked.
"I'm still thinking about it," I said. "My body still hurts, so I don't know what I should do today."
"Is that so…" he said quietly.
After a moment, he stretched his arms.
"I'm still sleepy," he said. "But why don't we walk around the town?"
"Walk?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said with a small laugh. "I'm hungry too, and I want to spend some time with you."
"Okay," I said.
"By the way… can I ask you something?" I said.
"Sure. What is it?" he asked.
"Well… the truth is, I'm curious about something."
"Curious?" he said.
"Yeah… I was wondering why you guys… need to do that."
"Do what?" he asked, looking at me.
"…You know," I said awkwardly.
Morvash looked at me for a moment before speaking.
"Ah… I see. You're wondering why we sleep with you."
"W-wait… you're being too direct," I said. "B-but yeah… I'm curious."
Morvash looked at me for a moment, then leaned back slightly against the bed.
"It's not just for fun," he said calmly.
I stayed quiet and waited for him to continue.
"Of course we like it," he added with a small smile. "But that's not the only reason."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He glanced at the window for a moment before speaking again.
"When you found us in the ruins… our bodies and powers were already connected to each other. It's like a bond," he explained. "A deep one."
"A bond?" I repeated.
"Yes," he said. "Creatures like us share energy through that bond. It keeps our strength stable and our bodies from breaking apart."
I frowned slightly, trying to understand.
"So… when you do that with me…" I said slowly.
Morvash nodded.
"It helps transfer power and balance the connection," he said. "When you made the contract with us, that bond extended to you as well."
He looked at me again, his eyes calmer now.
"You're the one who awakened us, Renji," he continued. "Because of that, our energy is tied to yours now. Staying close to you… and sharing that connection… keeps everything stable."
I didn't say anything for a moment.
"So it's not just because you want to?" I asked quietly.
Morvash chuckled softly.
"I told you already," he said. "It's not just for fun… but that doesn't mean we don't enjoy it either."