He pulled my legs higher—slow, careful—until both knees rested firmly over his shoulders. The position folded me almost in half, thighs pressed tight to my chest, heels dangling behind his back. My sore entrance stretched wider in this angle—rim pulling taut, cool air brushing the leaking mess. The shift made him sink even deeper without moving; the head nudged harder against that tender spot inside, sending a fresh, sharp burn through my core.
"Nn… haa…!"
I gasped—voice cracking—palms pressing flat to the mattress. My back arched slightly off the bed; the new angle drove every inch of him straight in, no escape. The fullness felt heavier now—deeper throb that radiated down my spine, up into my stomach. My walls fluttered weakly around him—clenching on instinct—only making the sting sharper.
He stayed still for a moment—hands braced beside my head—breathing slow and even. His eyes—crimson, half-lidded—watched my face, taking in every small tremor, every tear that slipped free.
Then he started moving again.
Slow at first—long, deliberate drags out, then steady slides back in. Each thrust pulled a weak, hurting sound from my throat.
"Hn… ngh… haah…"
The wet sounds grew louder—shlick… shlick…—slick and obscene in the quiet room. My legs trembled on his shoulders; the muscles strained, thighs quivering with every deep push. The burn was constant—deep ache that pulsed with his rhythm, flaring brighter whenever the head dragged over that sore place inside.
He leaned forward more—chest hovering over mine—hands sliding down to grip my thighs, holding them open wider. The new leverage let him sink even deeper—hips meeting my ass with soft, wet slaps.
"Ah—!"
I cried out—voice breaking—nails digging into the sheet. Tears streamed faster—hot tracks down my temples, soaking into my hair. The pressure built slow—aching, overwhelming—my body shaking harder with every thrust.
He kissed my knee—soft, open-mouthed—then sucked lightly at the skin. His hips rolled firmer now—still controlled, but deeper—each inward stroke pushing a small, broken whimper from me.
"Haa… uungh… too deep—hurts—"
He groaned softly—low, pleased—breath hot against my leg. "Mm… you feel so good… so warm inside…"
I sobbed—quiet, helpless—trying to close my legs, but his hold kept them spread. The angle was merciless—every thrust pressing that spot relentlessly, sending sharp sparks through my core that mixed pain with something I didn't want to name.
His pace increased gradually—longer strokes, harder snaps—still slow enough to drag out every sensation. Wet shlick… shlick… shlick… echoed louder—mingled with the creak of the bed, my ragged breathing, his low groans.
"Ngh… haa… Lytheris—please—"
He kissed the inside of my knee—slow lick—then murmured against my skin. "Just a little longer… you're doing so good…"
The friction built—slow, heavy—aching pressure that made my cock twitch against my stomach, leaking steadily now. My walls fluttered harder—clenching around him—trying to push him out, only pulling him deeper.
He groaned—deep, long—hips snapping with more force. Still controlled. But relentless.
My body trembled harder—legs shaking on his shoulders, stomach clenching, walls fluttering wildly.
The edge crept closer—slow, inevitable—despite the pain, despite the tears.
I came first—weak, trembling release—small pulses spilling onto my stomach.
"Nghhh… haaah… ah—!"
The moment my walls clamped down hard around him, he groaned—deep, slow, drawn-out—hips stuttering up once.
"Mm… Renji… coming…"
He came first—thick, hot floods pulsing inside me, long and unhurried, each spurt slow and heavy.
"Nnngh…"
The sudden warmth flooded deep—pushed me over again. I sobbed—shattered, hurting cry—as my body clenched weakly through another release.
"Ahh… nghhh—!"
He held me—arms locked tight—emptied deep inside, groaning long and low against my neck.
The warmth of his release pulsed inside me—thick, hot, spreading slow and heavy. My walls clenched weakly around him one last time, milking the last few spurts before everything went still. His breathing was ragged against my skin, chest rising and falling fast against mine. I could feel the slow leak starting already—warm trails slipping out around where we were joined, dripping down my inner thighs in sticky rivulets that cooled quickly on the sheet.
He stayed buried for a long moment—forehead pressed to my shoulder—then finally shifted.
Slowly—deliberately—he pulled out.
The drag was torturous—thick length sliding free inch by inch, wet squelch echoing in the quiet room. My walls fluttered and clung, trying to keep him inside even as the emptiness rushed in.
"Nnngh… haaa…!"
Sharp sting flared at the rim—raw, burning—as the head popped free. Cool air hit the stretched muscle; cum gushed out in a warm rush, soaking the sheet beneath me. My hole twitched—empty, aching—fluttering on nothing. My legs trembled violently; I couldn't stop the small, broken whimper that escaped.
Lytheris eased back—cock still hard, flushed dark, glistening with our combined mess. He looked down at me—pink hair messy, crimson eyes soft and glowing, that teasing smile returning.
He brushed a damp strand of hair from my forehead—gentle thumb stroking my cheek.
"Renji," he murmured, voice low and velvety. "Do you want to feel it too?"
I blinked—confused, still panting. "W-what…?"
He didn't explain with words.
Instead he shifted—graceful, fluid—straddling my hips. His thighs bracketed mine—warm, smooth skin pressing against me. He sat back slowly—weight settling on my lap—his own cock brushing my stomach, leaving a slick trail.
I stared up at him—breath catching.
"Wait… haah… what are you doing?"
He smiled—soft, almost sweet. "I'm letting you experience it too."
His hand wrapped around my cock—still sensitive, still half-hard from earlier—giving it a slow, loose stroke. I hissed—hips jerking up involuntarily.
"Ngh…!"
He lifted himself slightly—guided the head of my cock to his own entrance. I felt the heat—tight, slick—rim brushing the tip.
My eyes widened.
"You're…?"
"You're lucky," he whispered, voice husky now. "This is my first time doing this."
Then he sank down.
The head breached him—slow stretch—his walls parting around me with a soft, wet sound.
"Uungh… haaa…!"
He moaned—low, trembling—head tipping back, pink hair cascading down his shoulders. His thighs shook; fingers dug into my chest for balance. The heat was immediate—tight, velvet grip enveloping the head, then more as he kept lowering.
"Fuck," he breathed—voice rougher now. "Now I know why you were begging and struggling…"
He paused halfway—breathing hard—eyes fluttering shut.
"I didn't know it would be painful," he said, almost laughing through it. "But… it's kinda feel good…"
He sank lower—slow, steady—taking more of me inside. The tightness was overwhelming—hot, slick walls squeezing every inch. I groaned—low, helpless—hips twitching up on instinct.
"Ahh… Lytheris—"
He bottomed out—ass flush against my hips—with a long, shaky exhale.
"Haaah… so full…"
I stared up at him—breathless, confused. Strange feelings swirled inside me—warmth, pressure, something fluttering deep in my stomach. My cock throbbed inside him—surrounded by tight heat—every small shift sending sparks through me.
He looked down—eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. One hand touched my face—gentle thumb brushing my cheek.
"How was it, Renji?" he whispered. "Do you like it? How does it feel?"
I couldn't answer—only moaned—small, trembling sound—as he shifted again.
He started moving.
Slow at first—lifting himself up, then sinking back down—long, deliberate strokes that dragged along my length. Each one pulled a low moan from his throat—soft, breathy.
"Mmm… haa… feels good…"
I moaned too—helpless, overwhelmed—every slide sending heat coiling tight in my belly.
"Ah… ngh… Lytheris—"
He picked up the pace—still slow, but deeper—hips rolling in smooth circles. The wet sounds returned—soft squelch… squelch…—mingled with our breathing, our moans.
His walls clenched around me—tight, hot—squeezing every inch. I could feel every flutter, every ripple inside him—warm, slick, gripping.
"Hn… haa… so tight…"
He leaned down—kissed me slow—tongue sliding in lazy—while his hips kept moving. I moaned into his mouth—small, broken sounds—hips twitching up to meet him.
The pressure built—slow, heavy—coiling tighter in my core. My cock throbbed inside him—leaking steadily—every roll pushing me closer.
He groaned against my lips—low, trembling—hips snapping down harder once—then slowing again.
"Mm… Renji… close…"
I whimpered—voice shaking—nails digging into his thighs.
"Lytheris… I—"
He moved faster—still controlled, but deeper—hips rolling in tight circles. The friction was overwhelming—hot, slick, gripping.
I came first—weak, trembling release—spurting inside him in small, pulsing waves.
"Nghhh… haaah… ah—!"
The moment I pulsed inside him, he groaned—deep, long—hips stuttering down once.
"Mm… coming too…"
He came—thick, hot ropes spilling across my stomach—long, trembling pulses. His walls clenched hard around me—milking every drop—warmth flooding back as he shuddered through it.
We both panted—breathing heavy—bodies pressed close, sticky with release.
He collapsed forward—chest to mine—pink hair falling across my face. Kissed my forehead—soft, sleepy.
"Mm… so good," he whispered. "That was Incredible experience renji…"