I couldn't stop the tremors anymore. My whole body shook—small, helpless shivers that made their cocks shift inside me with every breath. The pressure was constant now, a deep, grinding ache that radiated up my spine and down my legs. I felt like I was being crushed from the inside out, like my body had forgotten how to be anything but a tight, unwilling sleeve around them.
Dravic's chuckle faded first. His hand slid from my hip to my lower stomach—palm flat, pressing lightly like he was feeling how full I was. "Still awake, huh?" he murmured, voice low and rough with leftover sleep. "Thought you'd stay out longer."
Morvash hummed against my collarbone—sound vibrating straight through me. "He's clenching so hard… feels like he's trying to milk us dry even now."
I shook my head weakly, tears slipping sideways into my hair. "P-please… it's too much… pull them out… I can't… I can't breathe with them inside like this…"
They exchanged a look over my shoulder—silent, amused, like this was the funniest thing they'd seen all night.
Dravic tried again—slow, careful pull backward. His hips eased back an inch—maybe less—and my walls clung so desperately that the drag felt like fire. I cried out—sharp, broken.
"Ahh—! Stop—stop—nngh—it hurts—!"
He stopped immediately, but didn't push back in. Just stayed there—half-pulled, half-stuck—while my body spasmed around him in panicked little flutters.
Morvash laughed again—soft, dark. "Gods… listen to him. He's really not letting go."
Dravic's fingers traced the stretched rim—gentle, almost curious. "You're gripping us like a vice, Renji. Every time we try to move, you clamp down harder. It's… impressive."
"P-please…" My voice cracked into a sob. "I didn't mean to—I just wanted the pain to stop—the potion—it made it worse—please just… pull out—nngh—slowly—anything—!"
Morvash shifted—tiny rock forward—and the pressure spiked again. I choked on a whimper.
"Ah—! No—no more moving—!"
Dravic's thumb brushed my cheek—wiping away a tear. "Shh. We're not trying to hurt you… much." He smirked. "But damn… this is the tightest you've ever been. Feels like the first time all over again."
Morvash's hand slid down to join Dravic's—fingers tracing the same stretched skin. "He's right. You're fluttering around us like you want us to stay forever."
"I don't—!" I sobbed harder, body jerking in their hold. "I don't want this—I can't—I can't take it—please—pull them out—!"
They tried once more—both at the same time—slow, synchronized pull.
My walls spasmed—clenching down so hard my vision spotted white. Pain lanced through me—not tearing, but deep, cramping agony that made my legs kick weakly.
"AAAAHH—! STOP—!" The scream ripped out of me—raw, desperate.
They froze.
Dravic exhaled roughly—half-laugh, half-groan. "Fuck… okay. Okay. We're not moving."
Morvash pressed his forehead to mine—gentler now. "Breathe, Renji. Just breathe. You're doing this to yourself—every time you panic, you tighten more."
"I'm not—doing it on purpose—!" I cried, voice shaking. "It hurts—everything hurts—please… help me… get them out…"
Dravic's hand returned to my stomach—palm pressing flat again, like he was feeling the bulge of their cocks inside me. "We'll wait. You'll relax eventually. Body can't stay this tense forever."
Morvash kissed my temple—soft, almost tender. "Or… we could help you relax another way."
My eyes widened in fresh panic. "N-no—don't—don't move—!"
They both laughed again—quiet, dark, amused—while I trembled between them, still stretched, still stuck, still trapped in the tight, painful prison my own healing had made.
I couldn't stop trembling.
The pain had settled into a deep, constant cramp—like my insides were being slowly twisted in a vise. Every heartbeat from either of them throbbed against my walls, every slow breath they took shifted them just enough to remind me how impossibly full I still was. My legs ached from being held open so long; my lower back burned from the arch they forced on my body. Tears had dried on my cheeks, but fresh ones kept coming anyway.
Dravic's voice broke the quiet—low, amused, like he'd just thought of something clever.
"Ah… I know how to pull it out."
My eyes snapped to his face. Hope flared—weak, desperate.
"T-then… do it…" My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. "Please…"
He tilted his head, thumb brushing another tear from my cheek.
"Are you sure?"
"Y-yeah…" I nodded frantically, breath hitching. "Do something already… nngh… please…"
Dravic's lips curved—slow, dark.
"If you say so."
He glanced over my shoulder at Morvash.
"Alright, Sloth. Let's do this."
Morvash's sleepy chuckle vibrated against my collarbone. "I've been waiting for this."
"W-wait—" The word died in my throat as I felt them both tense at once.
They didn't pull.
They pushed.
Both of them—slow, deliberate rolls of their hips—grinding deeper instead of retreating. Their cocks shifted together inside me, rubbing against every swollen, overstimulated inch despite the tight grip that refused to let them move freely.
"Ahh—!" The cry tore out of me—high, raw, cracking at the end.
Dravic laughed softly against my ear. "See? If we push… you loosen just a little."
Morvash groaned low, hips rocking forward again—short, shallow grind. "Fuck… feel that? Every time we move, you flutter around us like you're begging for more."
"N-no—!" I sobbed, body jerking in their hold. "Stop—stop pushing—nngh—it hurts—!"
But they didn't stop.
They kept the rhythm—slow, teasing rolls—never pulling out, just grinding deeper, rubbing the heads of their cocks together inside me, pressing against the same sore spot over and over.
"Ah—ahh—please—!" My voice broke into short, desperate bursts. "Too much—nngh—too deep—stop—!"
Dravic's hand slid down to my stomach—palm pressing flat so he could feel the bulge of their cocks inside me. "Look at you… moaning so pretty even when it hurts. You're clenching harder every time we grind. You like it, don't you?"
"N-no—!" I cried, shaking my head frantically. "I don't—I can't—ahh—hurts—!"
Morvash's teeth grazed my neck—light bite, then slow suck. "Liar. Your body's telling the truth. Feel how wet you still are around us? Even after everything… you're dripping."
Another shallow thrust from both—grinding deeper—and pain and pressure spiked together in a white-hot wave.
"AAAAHH—!" The scream ripped out of me—raw, broken. My legs kicked weakly; my nails dug into Morvash's arm where it wrapped around me.
Dravic laughed again—breathless, dark. "Gods… listen to those sounds. You're gonna make us cum just from how tight you are."
Morvash's hips snapped forward—short, sharp grind. "Fuck… yeah… getting close…"
They picked up the pace—still not pulling out, just grinding harder, faster—rubbing together inside me, the friction burning against my clenched walls.
"Ah—ah—nngh—stop—please—!" My moans came nonstop now—high, fractured, overlapping pain and overstimulation. "Too much—hurts—can't—nngh—!"
Dravic's voice dropped to a growl against my ear. "Here it comes… gonna fill you again… take it deep…"
Morvash groaned—hips stuttering. "Fuck—cumming—!"
They slammed in together—one final, brutal grind—burying as deep as the tight grip allowed.
Hot pulses erupted inside me—thick, overwhelming warmth flooding from both at once, spilling deep, overflowing, leaking down my thighs in heavy rivulets. They kept grinding through it—short, twitching rolls—pushing every drop deeper while my walls spasmed helplessly around them.
The pressure shattered me again.
A weak, broken orgasm tore through me—"Nngh—ahh—!"—my cock twitching feebly between our bodies, spurting almost nothing while my body clenched desperately around them.
They stayed buried deep—breathing hard—while I sobbed quietly between them.
Then—slowly—after long moments of heavy breathing—I felt it.
They softened.
Just a little at first—then more. The thick hardness inside me began to ease, losing some of its rigid pressure.
Dravic exhaled roughly against my neck. "There we go…"
Morvash's arm tightened around me one last time. "One… two… three."
They pulled—together—slow but firm.
The drag was intense—my walls still clinging, still reluctant—but the softening helped. Inch by torturous inch they slid free.
When the heads popped out—one after the other—there was a wet, obscene schlick-pop sound, followed by a gush of cum and slick that poured down my thighs in a warm rush.
"AAAAHH—!" The scream tore out of me—shock, relief, pain all at once—as my body finally released them. My legs snapped shut instinctively; my whole frame convulsed with the sudden emptiness.
I collapsed forward against Morvash's chest—sobbing, shaking, breath coming in ragged, heaving gasps.
They held me—gentler now—one on each side—while I trembled between them, empty at last, sore, wrecked, and utterly spent.