"Ah—!" I bit down hard on my lower lip to muffle the sound. Tears welled up again, hot and immediate. "It's… it's squeezing them… I can't… I can't pull away…"
I looked down again—neck craning painfully. In the moonlight I could see it clearly now: the flushed, swollen skin stretched impossibly wide around both of them. The base of their shafts disappeared into me completely—no gap, no give. My ass was molded to them like it had forgotten how to let go.
If I try to move… if I try to slide off even a little… it'll hurt worse. But if I stay like this… I'll go insane. The pressure's building. It's everywhere—my stomach, my back, my thighs. I can't feel my toes anymore.
My hand hovered—shaking—then lowered again. Fingers brushed the stretched rim. Warm. Slick. I could feel the way my body hugged them so tightly there was almost no space left for the healing liquid to have done anything useful. The potion had healed the tears, but now I was strangling them inside me.
"Nngh…" A small, helpless sound escaped. "How… how do I get them out…?"
I tried—slowly—tilting my hips back just a fraction.
The drag was immediate. Intense. My walls clung to them like they were glued in place. Pain flared—not tearing this time, but a deep, cramping ache that made my vision spot white for a second.
"Ahh—! No—no—no—" I froze again, panting. "Can't… can't move… it's stuck… they're stuck…"
Morvash shifted in his sleep—tiny movement, barely anything—but it was enough. His cock twitched inside me, pressing harder against Dravic's, and the combined pressure made my whole body seize.
"Nngh—ahh—!" I choked on the sound, tears spilling freely now. My hand flew to my mouth to muffle it.
They didn't wake.
But I felt it—every tiny twitch, every slow throb. They were still hard. Still deep. Still filling me so completely I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
I can't do this until morning. I can't. My mind's fracturing. Every second feels like hours. The pressure's getting worse—like something's going to give. Like I'm going to break apart from the inside.
Another quiet sob shook me. I pressed my forehead to Morvash's chest—hiding my face—even as my body trembled around them.
Please… someone… make it stop…
But no one answered.
Only the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing, the wet drip of leftover cum on the sheets, and the relentless, crushing fullness that refused to let me go.
I lay there for what felt like hours—though the moon hadn't moved much in the window, so maybe only minutes—trapped in that suffocating grip of fullness and pressure. My breaths came shallow, careful, like I was afraid even exhaling too hard would make things worse. Every heartbeat from either of them throbbed against my insides, reminding me exactly how deep they still were, how tightly my body had closed around them after the healing potion.
I couldn't stop shaking. My thighs burned from being held open so long. My lower back ached from the unnatural arch. And inside… gods, inside it felt like I was being crushed from the center outward.
Then—movement.
Dravic stirred first.
A low hum rumbled against my back. His arm tightened around my waist for a second before he shifted his hips—just a fraction—and I felt him twitch inside me.
"Ah—!" The sound escaped before I could choke it back, high and panicked.
He froze. Then slowly, deliberately, he rolled his hips again—testing.
"Nngh—!" My voice cracked. "D-Dravic…?"
A sleepy chuckle vibrated through his chest. "Mmm… morning already, Renji?"
Morvash made a soft sound against my collarbone—half-asleep grunt—then his arm flexed around me. His cock gave a slow, lazy throb inside, pressing harder against Dravic's.
"Ahh—n-no—!" I whimpered, tears springing up instantly. "P-please… pull it out… it hurts… it's too tight… please take them out…"
Dravic's hand slid down my side—almost gentle—until his fingers brushed the stretched rim where we were joined. He explored it lazily, feeling how my walls had clenched down so hard there was barely any give.
He let out a low, amused laugh.
"Well… look at that."
Morvash's eyes cracked open—sleepy, dark, glittering with sudden interest. He shifted his hips experimentally, trying to ease back an inch.
Nothing.
My body clung to him like it was welded in place. The drag only made the pressure spike—sharp, cramping ache that stole my breath.
"Nngh—ahh—stop—!" I sobbed, voice breaking. "It won't—move—it's stuck—please—!"
Morvash tried again—slow pull—and met the same resistance. My walls gripped him so tightly the friction burned.
He laughed—low, rough, delighted.
"Fuck… you're strangling us, Renji."
Dravic joined in—deeper chuckle rumbling against my neck. "Potion worked a little too well, huh? Look how tight you got again."
I shook my head frantically, tears streaming. "P-please… it hurts… I can't… I can't breathe right… pull them out—nngh—please—!"
They tried again—both at once—small, careful tugs.
Nothing.
My body refused to let go. The more they pulled, the tighter I clenched—instinctive, helpless—and every tug sent fresh waves of cramping pain through my core.
"Ahh—! Stop—stop moving—!" My voice cracked into a sob. "It's tearing—urgh—it hurts so much—!"
Dravic laughed again—breathless, almost fond. "Gods… you're really not letting go, are you? Clenching like that… feels fucking incredible."
Morvash groaned low, hips rocking forward just enough to grind deeper instead of pulling out. "Yeah… incredible."
"N-no—!" I cried, body jerking in their hold. "Don't—don't push—ahh—please—just pull out—nngh—I can't—!"
They both laughed again—soft, dark, amused sounds that made my stomach twist.
"Relax, Renji," Dravic murmured against my ear, voice thick with satisfaction. "We'll figure it out. Eventually."
Morvash pressed a lazy kiss to my tear-streaked cheek. "Or… we could just stay like this a little longer. You feel so good when you're this tight."
My sob broke into a trembling whimper. "P-please… it hurts… I can't… I can't take it…"
But they only held me tighter—still buried deep, still hard, still laughing softly while my body trembled and clenched around them in helpless, painful spasms.