The night dragged on in silence, broken only by the soft sound of breathing—two bodies locked together, unmoving, bound not just by skin and sweat but by the unexpected, unyielding knot of Sunny's cock still buried deep inside Nephis. Hours had passed since they came, but his shaft remained swollen, impossibly hard, stuffed inside her twitching heat like it didn't know the act was over.
Nephis tried to move once in the night.
Just once.
She gritted her teeth and lifted her hips, trying to rise slowly off of him. The result was brutal—his cock tugged at her inner walls, and the thick ridge of his swollen head dragged along every oversensitive fold on the way out. The pain made her gasp, but the pleasure—gods, the pleasure—flooded her senses harder. Her legs gave out. She dropped again with a loud, wet squelch, his cock slamming back to the base inside her with an audible shhlop.
She came again on the spot, body trembling uncontrollably.
Sunny stirred, but didn't wake.
So she stayed where she was—slumped forward against his chest, impaled and leaking, unable to stop clenching around the cock that refused to leave her.
The morning came slow.
Light pierced through cracks in the stone ceiling, dust drifting in silver sheets across the sandy barrow floor. Nephis blinked her eyes open, then glanced down.
Still there.
His cock still buried inside her. Still hard.
She groaned.
Then, carefully, she tried again—raising her hips just slightly, biting her lip hard enough to bleed as the stretch began. Her cunt spasmed, wet and overfull, clinging to him like it didn't want to let go. She whined low in her throat, shoulders trembling. Her body was aching with need all over again.
Sunny stirred, eyelids fluttering. "…What the fuck…"
She looked down, sweat trickling down her back. "Still… inside," she panted.
He blinked. Then looked between them.
"Oh… hell," he muttered, hands gripping her waist instinctively. "Still? Shit. We didn't shrink. Like, at all."
"No," she growled. "You're still huge. I'm still tight. We're stuck."
"Okay, okay," he whispered, suddenly panicked. "What do we do?"
Before either could answer, a cheerful voice rang out near the barrow's entrance.
"Morning!" Cassie called.
Both froze.
Nephis stiffened. Sunny grabbed her hips tighter.
Cassie strolled in, blindfold askew, staff tapping gently against the stone floor as she hummed a tune. "We out of rations again? I swear this labyrinth are getting larger every day."
Nephis stared at Sunny.
Sunny stared at Nephis.
She mouthed: Don't. Move.
He nodded, expression pale.
Cassie flopped onto her makeshift bedroll a few feet away, stretching with a long sigh. "I slept so weird. Had the strangest dream. Something about… I don't know, moaning? Did you two hear anything?"
Nephis twitched.
Sunny clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached.
Cassie didn't wait for an answer. "Whatever. You know, Neph, you sound kinda tense this morning. Are you okay?"
Nephis's voice was a strained rasp. "Just… sore."
"Yeah," Sunny chimed in, voice barely above a whisper, "we did some… stretching."
Cassie chuckled. "We should do sparring later. Help loosen you both up."
Nephis shut her eyes. "Dead Gods, no."
Cassie tilted her head. "What?"
"Nothing," both said at once.
Cassie just smiled and leaned back on her arms. "You two are weird today."
Nephis lowered herself slightly, letting Sunny's cock slide a fraction deeper. The sensation nearly made her sob. His hands gripped her hips harder, face flushed to his ears. They couldn't move. Couldn't pull out. Not without moaning. Not without Cassie hearing.
So they didn't.
They stayed as they were—tangled, trembling, full of heat and denial, pretending nothing was wrong while Cassie sat blissfully unaware only a few feet away.
They'd solve it later.
Maybe.
If their bodies didn't betray them first.
By midday, it had become agonizing.
They couldn't separate. They couldn't move without grinding into each other. Every step Nephis took dragged Sunny's cock against her most sensitive places—raw, swollen, overstimulated—and each time she clenched in response, he gasped, his hands tightening instinctively around her hips.
They walked together like a strange, conjoined beast, Nephis leading with her usual precision, Sunny limping half a step behind, his face a permanent flush of shame and unbearable lust. Cassie, blind as ever, wandered ahead with cheerful obliviousness, occasionally asking questions they barely managed to answer without groaning.
"Are we going in circles?" she asked once, frowning. "Feels like we passed this ridge already."
"No choice," Sunny muttered under his breath. "Can't fight—not like this."
Nephis grunted agreement, trying to walk without triggering another wave of liquid heat pulsing through her body. It didn't work. Every rock, every uneven dip in the terrain made him shift inside her, the thick weight of his cock stretching her all over again, making her thighs tremble as she fought to keep her legs from giving out. Her slick dripped steadily down between them, staining Sunny's inner thighs, soaking their shared clothes.
Worse still—Nephis had to pee.
She clenched harder, instinctively trying to hold it, but that just made her cunt throb more viciously around his cock, dragging another twitch from him. He groaned behind her.
"You okay?" Cassie called back.
"Fine," Nephis gritted out. "Just… hot."
Cassie laughed. "Weird weather today."
Nephis shot Sunny a desperate look over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide, panic fighting with arousal. He knew that look.
He leaned forward and hissed, "You need to go, don't you?"
She nodded. Barely.
He swallowed hard. "Fuck. We—shit, we can't—Cassie's right there."
"I can't hold it," she whispered, voice tight with urgency.
"We can't… you know I'm still inside you."
She clenched. Sunny almost collapsed.
"I know," she hissed. "It's coming."
Cassie turned slightly. "What's coming?"
"Nothing!" they both snapped at once.
Cassie blinked. "…Okay."
Nephis dragged them toward a cluster of boulders with a stiff, halting gait. Every step made her shudder. By the time they ducked behind cover, she was trembling, knees buckling as the pressure built past breaking.
"I can't stop it," she breathed. "I'm sorry—"
And then she let go.
Warmth rushed from her in a sudden torrent, soaking down her thighs and over Sunny's pelvis. Her whole body went slack with relief—relief that became humiliation that became moaning, breathless, burning pleasure as her muscles spasmed around him again, tighter than before.
Sunny groaned into her neck, eyes rolling back as he felt it all—her heat, her desperation, the twitching of her insides clenching his cock over and over. His cock pulsed in answer, throbbing violently, but still wouldn't soften.
"Fuck," he gasped. "Neph—you're so damn tight—"
"I can't stop," she whispered, voice shaking with half-pleasure, half-embarrassment. "It feels too good."
And it did.
They were a mess. Dripping with arousal, soaked in fluids, stuck together in the worst and best possible way.
Back in the clearing, Cassie yawned. "You two better not be skipping out on lunch again."
Nephis stifled a cry. Sunny bit his lip until he tasted blood.
They couldn't fight monsters. They couldn't fight themselves.
And with every rub, every desperate clench, every slosh of wet heat between them—they stopped wanting to.