The day dragged like their bodies—slow, friction-laced, soaked in sweat and quiet moans swallowed behind clenched teeth. Every movement still ground Sunny's cock against Nephis's walls, still drew tremors from her thighs and little gasps she bit back, but the edge was dulling. Not because the sensations were less intense—if anything, they were getting worse—but because something else had begun to take hold.
They were getting used to it.
Connected. Literally.
Their hips had developed a rhythm, even in walking. Their silences weren't awkward anymore. Sunny's hands stayed naturally on Nephis's waist when they moved, and hers occasionally settled on top of his, grounding him, steadying herself. When she had to lean forward to scout or crouch into a defensive position, he shifted his weight to match her without speaking. He could feel her pulse through her slick walls. She could feel his twitch when her breath caught. They didn't need words.
Cassie was another story.
She talked all day. Rambling monologues about the Dreamscape, about metaphysics, about what clouds might smell like. They both tuned her out. Sunny had stopped answering. Nephis had long stopped trying. Cassie, of course, didn't notice. She just kept walking ahead, chattering.
By dusk, they'd made camp again, tucked into a rock cave that was just a few meters high from the surface of the dark sea, firelight flickering across their faces. Nephis sat cross-legged, Sunny pressed behind her, his cock still deeply lodged inside her, locked by whatever magic or accident had done this to them. They had long since given up trying to pull apart. Every attempt ended in pulsing wetness and bitten-off cries.
Now, they simply endured.
Or, more accurately… they adapted.
Dinner was roasting on a spit—some scavenger they'd killed by luck and gravity alone—and Cassie was in full story mode.
"So then, I told the guy, 'If you think that's how physics works, you should probably go back to first year of middle school.' And he just stood there, like completely stunned—can you believe it? Total silence."
Sunny blinked slowly, chewing the unfavored meat of the abomination. Bored for eating the same unsalted and unfavored meal for a week now.
He had started to engage in other more fun activities during mealtime, and with his shadow scouting he could enjoy it
Nephis, arms crossed beneath her breasts, stared at the fire.
Cassie continued, animated, waving her hands with a grin. "And that's when I realized he didn't even know what a switch loop was. Like—how can you even claim to be an grad school student and—"
Sunny's gaze shifted.
To Nephis.
She was already looking at him.
The moment held.
Her eyes flicked down, then back up. The fire cast shadows across her face, flickering over the sharp line of her jaw, the swell of her chest. Her lips parted.
And instinct took over.
She shifted, just a little, and Sunny leaned forward behind her. Their hips rolled together in a slow, practiced pulse. The heat between them reignited like dry kindling.
Cassie didn't notice.
"So then I said, 'You're threading outside your essence vein? That's reckless and irresponsible.' And he said—get this—he said, 'What's an essence vein?' I died. I literally—"
Nephis pushed back harder.
Sunny groaned under his breath. The motion rubbed every inch of his cock along her still-dripping inner walls, and her body clenched in response.
They weren't trying to fuck.
But they were absolutely fucking.
Cassie kept talking.
Sunny reached around Nephis's waist under her cloak. Her breath hitched. She tilted her hips slightly, welcoming him. His fingers dipped between her thighs, stroking along where their bodies joined. Soaked. Always soaked.
She looked back again, cheeks flushed, teeth biting into her lower lip.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
Cassie's voice droned on. "—which is why, honestly, I think the whole system needs re-evaluation. Don't you agree, Neph?"
Nephis inhaled sharply.
Sunny's cock throbbed inside her, pulsing with a new urgency.
They were beyond answering now.
The fire cracked.
They started to move.
The fire popped softly, casting lazy sparks into the air. Cassie was still talking—still lost in her own little lecture, gesturing as though addressing a classroom no one else could see.
"And of course, the difference between dark-times physic and latent ones is obvious, right? I mean, you can practically feel the change in age anyways—"
"Mm-hm," Nephis managed, breathless.
Sunny's hands tightened on her hips, dragging her back against him as he drove his cock deeper inside. Every slow, deliberate thrust nudged at her deepest edge, grinding her stuffed, swollen cunt around him. His cock had become a plug over the last few days, perfectly molded to the tight heat of her. After so many loads, it wasn't just wet inside her—it was bloated, thick with heat and pressure, her womb stretched, her belly taut from the sheer weight of how many times he'd come inside her.
Twenty-four times. He kept count.
And he was about to make it twenty-five.
Nephis shifted her legs slightly, adjusting her posture to sit up straighter for Cassie's sake, but the movement only drove Sunny's cock harder into her. Her breath caught—loud enough that Cassie paused mid-sentence.
"You okay, Neph?"
"Y-yeah," Nephis gasped, then coughed, trying to cover the moan slipping from her lips. "Just—just sore."
Sunny leaned into her ear, grinding up with vicious purpose.
"You sure sound sore," he whispered, voice thick with hunger. "Should I stop?"
She clenched around him in answer.
Cassie nodded to herself and went right back to her story.
Nephis's thighs trembled as she tried to keep up the pretense. Her voice cracked again when she spoke. "And—I think, um—if the essence thread loops twice, it stabilizes the—ah—the recoil—"
Sunny's hands snaked up beneath her shirt, groping her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as she rocked back into him. She moaned openly now, breath catching with each thrust. Cassie's voice droned on behind her, oblivious.
Sunny buried himself to the hilt one last time, pulsing hard, moaning against her shoulder. He came deep again—hot, thick, endless—adding to the already obscene fullness inside her. Her womb twitched under the weight of it, already swollen with seed that had nowhere else to go. His cock sealed her tight, not a drop leaking past the plug of his tip.
She twitched as she felt it spread, warm pressure pushing deeper, making her shudder.
And still, she spoke.
"So the—and the pulse limit—f-four channels at—at maximum, assuming the s-substructure's—" Her voice broke into a helpless cry muffled by a hand she threw over her mouth.
Cassie nodded thoughtfully. "You're getting it."
They weren't stopping.
They couldn't.
Not anymore.