I woke up slowly, like surfacing from deep water.
Everything hurt. Not sharp, immediate pain anymore—just a deep, constant, throbbing ache that radiated from my core outward. My body felt heavy, wrong. Too full. Too stretched.
My eyelids cracked open. The room was dim, moonlight slanting through the half-open shutters in thin silver bars across the bed. I was lying on my side in the middle of the mattress, legs spread wide apart in a way that made my thighs tremble even half-conscious.
Sloth—Morvash—was facing me, chest to chest, one arm draped possessively over my waist. His face was relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, slow breaths fanning across my collarbone. Dravic was on my other side, pressed to my back, his arm hooked under my knee, holding my leg up and open. Their hips were flush to mine.
And they were still inside me.
Both of them.
Still hard. Still buried deep. Still pressed together inside my ass like they'd never pulled out at all.
A broken whimper clawed up my throat before I could stop it. "W-wait… wh-why… urgh…"
I tried to shift—just a tiny movement—but the slightest rock of my hips made them drag against every raw, swollen inch inside me. Pain flared hot and immediate, stealing my breath.
"Ahh—! Nngh—it's… still inside… why is it still hard…?" My voice came out cracked, shaking. "I can feel it again… it hurts… gods, it hurts…"
They didn't stir. Their breathing stayed even, deep, like they were sleeping peacefully while I was being split open around them.
How are they asleep? How can they just… stay like this? I'm not myself anymore. I don't even feel like a person—just a thing they're using. My legs are shaking. I can't close them. Their hands are locking me open. I can't… I can't move without making it worse…
Tears pricked my eyes again. I bit my lip hard to keep from sobbing out loud.
"How… how can I sleep with two cocks inside me…?" I whispered, voice trembling. "It hurts like hell… feels like it's tearing me apart every time I breathe…"
I tried to look down—craning my neck awkwardly. My legs were spread so wide my inner thighs burned from the stretch. I could see where our bodies joined: the obscene way my ass was stretched open around both thick shafts, skin taut and flushed dark, cum still leaking in slow, sticky trails down my crack and onto the sheets.
It's worse than before. It's swollen. It's raw. If I try to pull away… will it tear more? I can't even clench without making it hurt worse. They're so deep… pressing right where it's most sensitive…
I lifted one shaking hand—slowly, carefully—trying to reach between us.
My fingers brushed the base of their cocks where they disappeared inside me. Warm. Hard. Unyielding. My ass was stretched so wide around them that even the lightest touch sent a fresh spike of pain through me.
"Ah—!" I hissed, yanking my hand back like I'd been burned. "D-does it… tear already…?"
I forced myself to look again—breath hitching. It looked… wrong. Inflamed. Stretched beyond what should be possible. No wonder it felt like I was ripping every time I shifted.
I have to get out. I can't endure this until morning. It's getting worse. The pain's spreading—my lower back, my thighs, everything. If I don't do something…
My mind raced. Potion. Healing potion. Something to dull the pain, to soothe the torn tissue. Anything.
I didn't need the bag. I could make it myself—always could.
I brought my free hand to my lips—two fingers pressing gently to my mouth. I focused, willing the magic through my veins, through my skin. A faint green glow shimmered at my fingertips—cool, herbal essence forming from nothing.
I parted my lips just enough. The liquid flowed—thin stream of glowing green healing draught—coating my tongue, then sliding down my throat. I swallowed once, twice, then let the rest drip from my fingers, guiding the glowing drops carefully between my legs.
I touched the stretched rim—gentle, tentative—rubbing the liquid into the sore skin where they were buried.
At first—nothing.
Then… warmth. Not burning, not painful. Soothing. Spreading inward like cool water over fire.
The sharp, tearing ache dulled. Blunted. Faded to a deep, throbbing pressure instead of knife-edge pain.
I let out a shaky breath. "Hah… it's… working…"
But then—something else.
My walls—raw and abused—began to tighten. Slowly at first, then more insistently. The healing potion was doing its job too well—knitting tissue, soothing inflammation, returning elasticity.
And suddenly… I was gripping them.
Tight.
Very tight.
Around two still-hard cocks that hadn't softened even in sleep.
"Oh—w-what the—?" My voice cracked into a panicked whimper. "What did I do…?"
I clenched experimentally—couldn't help it—and pain flared again, different now. Not tearing, but overwhelming pressure. They were so thick together that my newly-tightened ass had no room left. Every tiny shift made them press harder against every nerve.
"Ahh—nngh—!" I bit my lip hard, tears spilling again. "It's… tighter… how am I supposed to pull them out now…?"
I froze—breath shallow, trembling—trapped between them, impaled, too tight, too full, too afraid to move.
They slept on—peaceful, unaware—while my body trembled around them in silent, helpless panic.
I lay there frozen, heart hammering so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs.
Morvash's slow, even breaths warmed my collarbone. Dravic's deeper ones ghosted the back of my neck. Their arms hadn't loosened at all—Morvash's draped over my waist, Dravic's hooked under my knee, keeping my leg lifted and spread. Every tiny shift of their sleeping bodies made their cocks drag inside me—just a fraction—and the sensation was unbearable.
The healing potion had taken the sharp, tearing agony away, but in its place was something worse: pressure. Overwhelming, suffocating pressure. My walls had tightened around them like they were trying to push them out, only to grip them even harder. Every pulse of their heartbeats throbbed against my insides. Every slow breath they took moved them the tiniest bit.
I couldn't clench. I couldn't relax. Anything I did made it worse.
A quiet, panicked whimper slipped past my lips. "Hah… nngh… too tight… why… why won't it loosen…"
I tried to breathe shallow—tried not to move—but my body betrayed me. A tiny, involuntary twitch of my hips sent a fresh wave of pressure rolling through me. Their cocks shifted together—just enough—and I felt every thick inch press against the same overstimulated spot.