They finally eased me down onto the bed—slowly, carefully—until I was lying on my back between them, legs still trembling and half-spread from exhaustion. My whole body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry: sore, sticky, shaking. Cum and slick still leaked slowly from between my thighs, pooling warm and wet beneath me on the sheets.
I tried to close my legs—instinctive, desperate—but even that small movement sent a sharp cramp through my core.
"Ah—!" I hissed, freezing again.
Dravic propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with that lazy, satisfied smirk he always wore after. Morvash mirrored him on my other side, dark eyes glittering with amusement as he reached over and gently nudged my knees farther apart again.
"Easy," Dravic murmured, voice still rough from everything. "Let us see."
I shook my head weakly. "N-no… don't look…"
Too late.
Morvash's fingers brushed the inside of my thigh—light, almost gentle—spreading me just enough so they could both see. I felt the cool air hit the swollen, abused skin and flinched hard.
Dravic let out a low whistle.
"Well, damn."
Morvash laughed—soft, dark, delighted. "Look at that. Tight again already. Like nothing even happened."
My face burned. I tried to twist away, but their hands were already there—one on each thigh—holding me open while they stared.
Dravic reached down—two fingers tracing the rim very lightly, feeling how the skin had knitted back together, how the muscle had snapped back into place like the potion had erased every hour of stretching and tearing.
"Fuck," he breathed, almost reverent. "Not even puffy anymore. You'd think we hadn't just spent the whole night double-stuffing you."
Morvash leaned closer—breath warm against my inner thigh. "Bet if we pushed back in right now, it'd feel like the very first time. All snug and virgin-tight again."
"N-no—!" My voice cracked into a panicked whimper. "Don't—don't even joke about that—nngh—it still hurts…"
Dravic chuckled, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin in a slow circle—just enough to make me twitch. "Hurts? Looks perfect to me. Pink, smooth… practically winking at us like it's begging for round—what, six? Seven?"
Morvash grinned against my thigh. "I vote we test it. See if it really forgot how wide we made it."
I shook my head frantically, fresh tears spilling over. "Please—no more jokes—nngh—it's not funny—it still feels raw inside—I can still feel where you both were—"
Dravic's expression softened—just a fraction. He leaned down and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my knee. "Relax, Renji. We're just admiring our handiwork. You healed up so pretty… almost makes me want to ruin it all over again."
Morvash laughed under his breath—dark, teasing. "Almost? Speak for yourself. I'm half-hard just looking at how tight it got again. Like it reset itself for us."
I sobbed quietly, trying to curl in on myself, but their hands kept me spread—gentle but unyielding.
"It's not fair…" I whispered, voice trembling. "You… you wrecked me… and now it's like… like it never happened…"
Dravic's thumb stroked the rim again—slow, soothing circles. "That's the beauty of it, isn't it? Your body just… takes us. Again and again. No matter how hard we go, it comes back ready for more."
Morvash leaned in and kissed the other thigh—soft, lingering. "Don't worry. We'll give it a break… for now."
He glanced up at Dravic with a wicked smirk.
"Until tomorrow night, anyway."
I whimpered—half sob, half exhausted laugh—too tired to fight anymore.
They finally let my legs fall closed—slowly, carefully—and pulled the blanket over me. But even as they settled on either side—arms draped possessively over my waist, bodies pressed close—I could still feel the phantom stretch, the lingering ache, the way my body had betrayed me by tightening back up like nothing had ever happened.
And somewhere deep inside, beneath the exhaustion and the pain, a tiny, terrified part of me wondered how long "for now" would really last.
Dravic reached out first—fingers brushing damp hair from my forehead.
"You still with us, Renji?"
I swallowed. My throat felt raw. "...Yeah."
Morvash chuckled softly against my neck—breath warm, lips grazing skin. "You sure? You passed out twice. Thought we broke you for good."
I flinched at the words. "Don't… don't joke about that."
Dravic's thumb traced my cheekbone—gentle, almost tender. "Not joking. You were incredible. Took both of us—twice—without splitting in half. And then that potion trick? Gods. You tightened right back up like a virgin again. Had us stuck like glue."
Morvash's hand slid lower—resting over my hip, thumb brushing the edge of where I was still tender. "We tried to pull out three times before you woke up. Every time we tugged, you clamped down harder. Like your ass decided we belonged there."
Heat flooded my face. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Stop… please stop talking about it."
Dravic laughed—low, warm. "Can't help it. It's cute. You're lying here all wrecked and flushed, and your body's already forgetting how wide we made you. Looked perfect again the second we got out. Pink, smooth… practically begging to be filled again."
Morvash pressed a slow kiss to the back of my neck. "Bet if I slipped a finger in right now, it'd feel brand new. All snug and warm. No trace of us."
I whimpered—small, involuntary sound. "Don't… don't say that. It still hurts inside. I can still feel… everything."
Dravic leaned closer—lips brushing my forehead. "We know. That's why we're letting you rest. But you should see your face right now. All teary and red. Makes me want to kiss it better."
He did—soft, lingering press of lips to my temple, then my cheek, then the corner of my mouth. I didn't pull away. I didn't have the energy.
Morvash's voice came quieter from behind. "You did good, Renji. Really good. You just… took it. All of it."
I let out a shaky breath. "I did beg. You just didn't listen."
Dravic smiled against my skin. "We listened. We just liked the sound too much."
Morvash's arm tightened around my waist—gentle this time. "Sleep now. No more tonight. Promise."
I didn't believe him. Not really. But my body was shutting down anyway—limbs heavy, eyes burning, mind fuzzy at the edges.
Dravic tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Close your eyes Renji. We've got you."
Morvash kissed the nape of my neck—soft, almost sweet. "Rest for now."
I let my eyelids drop.
The last thing I heard before darkness pulled me under again was Dravic's quiet murmur against my forehead:
"Sweet dreams, Renji. We'll be right here when you wake up."
And Morvash's sleepy reply, barely a whisper:
"…and maybe a little deeper."