Aya left shortly after they returned from the dungeon.
“I’ll handle the crystal turn-in and the party paperwork,” she said, already pulling her cloak on. “Leader’s supposed to do it, but you’ll just stand there looking bored and make the clerk hate us. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
She gave Renji a long look that clearly said *behave*, then glanced at Lira and added, softer, “Don’t let him talk you into anything stupid.”
Lira only nodded, still a little flushed from the day’s healing work.
The door closed. Footsteps faded down the hall.
Silence settled over the small inn room.
Renji sat on the edge of the bed and watched Lira move around the space, carefully folding the cloak she had worn in the dungeon, wings shifting restlessly whenever she bent over. She was still in the simple clothes Aya had bought her—thin shirt, soft skirt, nothing that offered any real defense.
She turned toward the small attached bathroom after a few minutes, cheeks faintly pink.
“I… need to use the bathroom.”
Renji stood up.
“No.”
Lira froze, one hand already on the doorframe.
“What?”
He crossed the short distance, took her wrist, and pulled her back toward the bed without any particular hurry. She stumbled after him, blue eyes wide with confusion rather than fear.
“Renji—? I really need to—”
“I know.” He sat on the mattress and tugged her down with him until she was half-sprawled across his lap. “You’re going to let it out right here.”
Her mouth opened. No sound came out for a second.
“That’s— I can’t do that. It’s dirty. It’s—”
He didn’t let her finish the sentence.
One arm locked around her slim waist, holding her in place. The other hand pushed her skirt up and slipped straight into her panties. She was already warm. He found her clit with two fingers and started stroking in slow, deliberate circles while his mouth lowered to the side of her neck.
Lira’s body jerked.
“Wait—stop, I need to go, I can’t hold it if you—”
“That’s the point.”
He kept the rhythm steady and merciless, thumb occasionally joining to press harder while his fingers slid lower and pushed inside her. Lira’s wings fluttered wildly against his chest. Her hips tried to twist away; he simply tightened his arm and held her open. Soft, panicked little sounds started spilling out of her as the dual pressure—bladder and rising pleasure—built at the same time.
“Renji… please, I’ll make a mess—”
“I want the mess.”
He bit down on the junction of her neck and shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, just enough to make her moan. His fingers curled inside her and rubbed exactly where she was most sensitive while his palm ground against her clit. Lira’s thighs started shaking. Her free hand clutched at his shirt. The innocent, pure expression she usually wore had cracked into something desperate and overwhelmed.
He edged her twice—brought her right to the brink of orgasm, then slowed until the peak slipped away—while the need to urinate grew sharper and more urgent. Tears of pure frustration gathered at the corners of her eyes.
“I can’t… I really can’t hold it anymore—”
“Then don’t.”
He pressed down hard on her clit and thrust his fingers deep.
Lira broke with a high, broken cry. The orgasm hit at the exact same moment her control failed. Hot liquid sprayed across his hand, her thighs, and the bedsheets in hard, uncontrollable pulses while her cunt clenched around his fingers. She kept coming and wetting herself in messy waves, face buried against his shoulder, wings trembling, completely unable to stop either release.
Renji worked her through every second of it until the last weak spurt left her and she was left shaking and soaked in his lap.
Only then did he shift her onto her back, pull her ruined panties aside, and push his cock into her in one slow thrust.
She was scorching and slick and still fluttering from the forced orgasm. Lira’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her hands came up to push weakly at his chest; he simply caught both wrists and pinned them above her head while he started fucking her with deep, steady strokes.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her ear. “You did exactly what I told you.”
He didn’t rush. He took her in long, thorough thrusts, hips rolling, free hand occasionally stroking one of her sensitive wings just to make her moan louder. Every time she tried to turn her face away he followed with his mouth, kissing or biting her neck, keeping her locked in the moment. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room. The sheets under her were already a lost cause.
Lira came a second time with a raw, open cry, cunt clamping down hard enough that it pulled him over the edge with her. He buried himself deep and finished inside her, grinding through the pulses until both of them were spent.
He stayed on top of her for a while afterward, still inside, still holding her wrists, listening to her ragged breathing slowly even out.
Eventually he pulled out, wiped her down with a cloth just enough to be functional, and left her lying there in the middle of the wrecked bed—skirt rucked up, thighs shiny, wings limp, eyes half-glazed and far away.
Aya returned less than an hour later.
She opened the door, took one look at the soaked sheets, the thoroughly used fairy girl still sprawled in the middle of them, and the calm expression on Renji’s face as he sat by the window, and simply closed her eyes for a long second.
She shook her head once, slow and resigned.
“Of course.”
Lira made a small, embarrassed sound and tried to pull a corner of the blanket over herself. Aya walked over, sat on the edge of the mattress, and brushed damp blonde hair out of the fairy’s face with surprising gentleness.
“You’re okay?”
Lira nodded, cheeks burning.
Aya glanced at Renji. The look she gave him was equal parts irritation, reluctant acceptance, and the quiet knowledge that this was simply how he was.
“I’m not cleaning the sheets,” she said flatly.
“Wouldn’t ask you to.”
Night finished settling over the town.
The next morning the three of them walked back toward the eastern dungeon like nothing unusual had happened—Aya in front with her usual steady stride, Lira walking a little carefully and staying close to Renji’s side, and Renji himself looking as bored and unremarkable as ever.