Aya’s thighs were already trembling from the squat.
Renji kept her locked there, one arm banded firmly under her heavy tits, the other hand working between her spread legs with slow, merciless precision. Two fingers stroked deep inside her while his thumb circled her clit in lazy, uneven patterns—never quite the same rhythm twice. Every time her breathing sharpened and her hips tried to chase the pressure, he eased off just enough to let the rising wave fall back.
She made a frustrated, broken sound against the back of her hand.
“Renji… please—”
“Not yet.”
He kept the pace deliberate. Building. Denying. Building again. The soft wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her filled the small bathroom. Her thighs quivered harder from the sustained squat and the constant teasing. A faint, desperate pressure had been growing low in her belly for a while now—she had needed the toilet earlier, and he had not let her finish that either.
He felt the exact moment the two needs collided.
Aya’s entire body went rigid. Her free hand shot down to grab his wrist, not to stop him, but because she suddenly realized what was about to happen.
“Wait—wait, I can’t—Renji, I’m going to—”
He pressed his thumb down hard and curled his fingers at the same time.
Aya broke with a choked, high cry she couldn’t fully muffle. The orgasm slammed into her at the same moment her bladder gave out. Hot liquid sprayed in a hard, uncontrollable arc, soaking his hand, her thighs, the floor, the side of the toilet. She kept squirting in rhythmic pulses while her cunt clenched around his fingers, the dual release so intense her legs almost gave out completely. Only his arm under her chest kept her from collapsing straight down.
She came hard and messy and loud, forehead dropping against the wall, body shaking through every wave.
When the last pulse finally faded she sagged back against him, completely spent, breathing in ragged little gasps.
Renji did not stop.
He adjusted his grip, kept her upright in the squat, and continued circling her oversensitive clit with slow, deliberate pressure. Aya jerked and tried to twist away, a weak, exhausted moan leaving her throat.
“Too much… I just—Renji, I can’t—”
He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“You can.”
He nipped the lobe gently, then moved lower, biting the side of her neck hard enough to leave a mark. Aya whimpered. He kissed the same spot, then returned to her ear, voice low and calm while his fingers kept working her.
“That’s three times today already. Briefing hall. Forest. Just now. And I’m still not done with you.” His thumb stroked steady circles over her swollen clit. “You’re going to give me one more. And while you do, you’re going to answer me properly.”
Aya’s head lolled back against his shoulder. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused. Every pass of his fingers pulled another weak, overstimulated sound out of her. She was soaked, trembling, completely owned—thighs still forced open in the humiliating squat, body held in place by his arm, cunt fluttering helplessly around nothing while he focused entirely on her clit.
He kept the pressure light and relentless, never quite enough to push her over, just enough to keep her hovering in that desperate, aching place.
“You want it to stop?” he murmured against her ear. “You want me to let you come again and then finally let you rest?” His fingers slowed even more, teasing. “Then say it. Tell me you accept the third. Tell me she stays. Tell me you’re okay with another girl in the bed.”
Aya’s breath hitched. She shook her head once, weakly, even as her hips twitched toward his hand.
“I… I can’t just—”
He bit her earlobe again, a little harder, and pressed his thumb down in a firm, continuous circle.
“Yes you can. You’re already mine. This body is already mine. One more girl doesn’t change that. Say it, Aya.”
Her thighs shook harder. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her no matter how hard she tried to stay quiet. The overstimulation bordered on too much; every nerve felt raw and electric. She was exhausted, dripping, held open and helpless while he systematically took her apart for the fourth time that day.
Renji’s voice stayed calm, almost gentle, while his hand remained merciless.
“Say it and I’ll let you come. Say it and I’ll take care of you after. Keep refusing and we stay right here until the sun comes up.”
Aya’s resistance finally cracked.
Her voice came out small, wrecked, and completely sincere.
“…Okay. She can stay. I accept it. Just—please—”
Renji smiled against her neck.
“Good girl.”
He gave her exactly what she needed.
Two firm fingers slid back inside her while his thumb rubbed tight, perfect circles over her clit. The orgasm that hit her was almost violent in its intensity after the long denial. Aya cried out—louder this time—body locking up hard as she came in deep, pulsing waves, more fluid spilling around his fingers. Her legs gave out completely. He held her through every tremor, keeping the pressure steady until she was shaking and whimpering and completely spent.
Only then did he ease off.
He lifted her out of the squat carefully, turning her in his arms so she could collapse properly against his chest. Aya’s face pressed into the side of his neck. Her whole body still trembled with aftershocks. Soft, exhausted little sounds left her every few breaths.
Renji stroked her damp back slowly, one hand still resting possessively on the thick curve of her ass.
“That’s four,” he said quietly. “And you said yes.”
Aya made a weak, wordless sound that might have been agreement or complaint. Her arms loosely circled his waist, holding on like she no longer had the strength to stand on her own.
Outside the bathroom the palace remained quiet.
The fairy girl still slept on the bed.
And Renji held his thoroughly broken, thoroughly claimed girlfriend against him, already thinking about how the three of them were going to fit on that mattress once the blonde finally woke up.