For more than a day, we kept doing it—every night, and sometimes whenever we found a quiet place. Even when I was out on quests or hunting monsters, they would appear beside me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
By the time the next morning came, I woke up with the sun already high in the sky.
My body felt heavy and sore, every muscle aching as if I had been through a long battle. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, letting out a quiet sigh before slowly sitting up.
That evening, they finally said their goodbyes.
Dravic returned to the realm together with Morvash. They told me they had something important they needed to take care of.
Before leaving, they placed a set of expensive food on the table for me, as if they were worried I wouldn't eat properly without them around.
After finishing the breakfast they had left, I left my room and headed toward the Adventurers' Guild.
The guild hall was busy as usual. Adventurers moved around the quest board, voices overlapping as they discussed jobs and rewards. The familiar noise somehow made everything feel normal again.
Ms. Cera noticed me almost immediately.
She walked over and personally asked if I could take on a C-rank quest—bear hunting. According to her, I was already getting used to fighting mid-level monsters, and this would be good experience for me.
Before leaving, I also handed over the potions I had prepared earlier.
Ms. Cera looked at them with clear interest and asked if I could increase the amount I produce in the future.
But I refused.
I had already asked Dravic and Morvash about that before, and both of them rejected the idea immediately. They said they were worried about me pushing for some reasons.
At the time, I didn't really care about their concerns.
But lately… something had been bothering me.
My body was changing.
Or rather… it was adapting.
I hated admitting it, but it was true. Even though it still hurt sometimes, I could feel my body slowly getting used to everything that had been happening.
Thinking about it made me laugh quietly to myself.
How did my life end up like this?
I used to think things like this only happened between a man and a woman.
So why was I now tangled up with two men like this?
Was it really normal for a man to be with another man?
The thought made me uneasy sometimes.
At one point, I even asked them something ridiculous.
"What if I get pregnant?"
When I asked that, both of them just laughed.
They told me it was impossible. No matter what happened, I was still a man.
Even so, the question kept lingering in my mind.
I asked them another thing after that.
Why did they even enjoy doing something like that with someone of the same gender?
But every time I asked, their answer never changed.
They said they would never let me go.
Because I had already bound myself to them.
And because of that…
I had become someone precious to them.
The guild doors closed behind me with a soft thud. Sunlight hit my eyes—bright, almost painful after days of dim rooms and lantern glow. I squinted, drew in a breath of clean air laced with pine and distant smoke, and started toward the town gates. The quest paper crinkled in my fist.
My legs moved stiffly. Every step tugged at the deep soreness inside—dull, insistent throb that flared hot with each stride. Cum had dried in crusty trails along my inner thighs, pulling uncomfortably against my skin under my pants. The rim still felt swollen, puffy, raw; the slightest friction of fabric made it sting. My stomach clenched every few steps, remembering the weight that had filled me for days.
Memories surged—unwanted, vivid, burning across my skin like fever.
It started the first night.
Dravic had me on my back, legs hooked over his shoulders. Folded me in half. Thrust deep—slow at first, then harder—each snap of his hips driving straight to that tender spot. I cried out—voice raw—nails raking down his arms.
"Ahh—Dravic—too deep—!"
He groaned low against my throat. Hips rolled relentless. Wet slaps echoed. Shlick… shlick… shlick…
Morvash knelt beside us—blue hair falling into his eyes—cock hard and leaking. He fed it past my lips—slow, thick—stretching my mouth wide. I gagged—tears running—tongue pressed flat under the heavy weight.
Dravic sped up—deep, punishing thrusts. Morvash rocked gently—groaning drowsily—spilled down my throat in hot, thick spurts. I swallowed—choked—came hard around Dravic's cock, clenching tight. Dravic followed—flooding me deep—hot pulses that overflowed, dripping down my ass.
They switched. Morvash took my ass—slow, lazy rocks—while Dravic face-fucked me again. I sobbed around him—muffled—body shaking. They both came—flooding me from both ends—leaving me leaking, trembling, barely able to breathe.
Second day, in the forest clearing.
Dravic pinned me to a tree—face pressed to rough bark. Legs spread wide. Thrust hard—deep—each snap making leaves rustle above us.
"Hnngh—Dravic—someone will hear—!"
Morvash knelt in front—cock sliding into my mouth—slow, thick. I gagged—tears streaming—hands braced on the trunk. Dravic groaned—low—came deep inside with a growl. Warmth flooded me—pushed me over. I clenched—came weakly onto the ground—while Morvash spilled down my throat—hot, thick.
They didn't stop. Morvash took my ass—slow, sleepy rocks—while Dravic kept my mouth full. I sobbed—voice muffled—body shaking. They came again—flooding me—leaving me dripping, trembling, barely standing.
Third day, in the abandoned shed after a hunt.
Morvash sat against the wall. Pulled me onto his lap—facing him. Legs straddling. Gravity sank me down—burning stretch—full in one slow slide.
"Ahhh—!"
He held my waist. Guided me up and down—slow, deep. Mouth latched onto my nipple—sucking hard—tongue swirling—teeth grazing. I clenched around him—whimpering—hips twitching despite the pain.
Dravic stood behind—cock pressing to my mouth. I opened—took him deep—gagging around the thick length. They moved in rhythm—Morvash rocking up, Dravic thrusting shallow into my throat. I sobbed—tears running—came shaking between them—spurting weakly. They groaned—came together—Morvash flooding my ass, Dravic spilling down my throat—hot, thick, overflowing.
I passed out—still stuffed full—woke hours later with both softened but thick inside me, their arms around me, sleeping peacefully.
Fourth day, two at once.
They used magic—two cocks stretching me impossibly wide—burning, aching fullness that made me cry out every time they moved.
"Uungh—too much—can't—!"
They rocked slow—then deeper. Wet squelch… squelch… as they filled me beyond capacity. I came hard—sobbing—spurting weakly while they groaned—spilling inside together—hot floods overflowing, dripping down my legs in thick rivers.
I passed out—vision blurring—woke still stuffed, both plugging me, cum leaking slowly all night.
Every day blurred. Different positions. Different times. Face down. On my back. On my side. Kneeling. Sitting on a lap. Against a tree. In an alley. On the floor. Sometimes face-fucked until I cried. Sometimes ridden until I collapsed. Sometimes they just stayed inside while I slept—soft but thick—leaking slowly.
Cum was constant. Inside me. On my skin. On the sheets. Dripping down my thighs. Pooling beneath me. The smell never left—thick, musky, intimate. My body stayed sore—rim swollen, walls tender—but they kept using magic to keep me tight. Every entry burned fresh. Every thrust hurt. Every orgasm ripped through me like punishment and reward.
Every single time—they came first. Thick, hot pulses that filled me to overflowing. The warmth always pushed me over again—body betraying me—clenching weakly as I came after them, sobbing through the pleasure-pain.
And every time—without fail—they whispered it.
Love you, Renji.
Soft. Sleepy. Like it was the easiest thing in the world.
I never answered.
Just trembled—full, aching, leaking—while they held me close and kept me plugged like they never planned to let me go.
The town gates loomed ahead. I took a deep breath—fresh air, pine, distant monster roars.
My body still ached.