The room was bathed in low light, candles flickering on the nightstand, casting warm shadows that danced across Enid's skin.
She was on all fours in the center of the bed, knees spread wide, back arched just the way Toji liked. Her face was pressed into the pillow, muffling her soft whimpers as his hands roamed her body—big, calloused palms spreading her ass cheeks wide, exposing her completely.
Toji knelt behind her, eyes dark with hunger. He'd spent the last twenty minutes prepping her—fingers slick with lube, working her open slow and thorough.
One finger first, then two, scissoring gently until she was pushing back against him, begging for more. Now three fingers buried deep in her tight ass, curling and thrusting while his other hand stroked her pussy, keeping her dripping and on edge.
"Fuck, look at you," he growled, voice rough. "Taking my fingers so well in this perfect little ass. You ready for my cock, baby?"
Enid nodded frantically, moaning into the pillow. "Yes... please, Toji. I need it."
He pulled his fingers free slowly, watching her hole clench around nothing, already gaping slightly from his work.
Lube glistened on her skin, dripping down to mix with her wetness. He coated his cock generously—thick, heavy, veins pulsing as he stroked himself, lining up with her entrance.
"Breathe," he murmured, one hand soothing down her spine.
The head of his dick pressed against her, firm and insistent. He pushed forward slow, relentless, watching her stretch around him inch by inch.
Enid gasped, fingers clutching the sheets, body tensing at the burn. "Oh god... it's so big..."
"Relax for me," he coaxed, leaning over her to kiss her shoulder, her neck. "You've got this. Let me in."
She exhaled shakily, pushing back against him, and he slid deeper—past the tight ring, filling her completely. They both groaned when he bottomed out, balls pressed against her pussy, buried to the hilt in her ass.
"Fuck," Toji hissed through gritted teeth. "So tight. Squeezing me like a vice."
He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, one hand sliding around to rub slow circles on her clit.
Enid whimpered, rocking back experimentally, the fullness overwhelming but perfect.
"Move," she begged, voice wrecked. "Please fuck me."
That was all he needed.
Toji pulled back slow, almost all the way out, then thrust back in—deep, controlled strokes that made her cry out.
He built a rhythm, hips snapping harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.
His hand kept working her clit, fingers dipping into her pussy now and then, double-penetrating her with his cock and fingers.
Enid was lost—moaning loud and broken, pushing back to meet every thrust, the stretch and burn turning into pure pleasure.
"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck my ass harder."
He obliged, gripping her hips bruisingly tight, pounding into her with raw intensity.
The bed shook, headboard thumping against the wall.
She came first—sudden and shattering, pussy clenching around nothing, ass tightening rhythmically around his cock as waves crashed through her.
Toji growled at the sensation, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside her—hot, thick pulses filling her ass as he rode out his orgasm, hips jerking erratically.
They collapsed sideways, still joined, his arms wrapping around her from behind. He pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, her neck, careful as he finally pulled out, watching his cum leak from her stretched hole.
"You okay?" he whispered, voice gentle now, pulling her close.
Enid turned in his arms, face flushed and glowing, a satisfied smile on her lips. "More than okay. That was... incredible."
Toji kissed her slow and deep, holding her like she was precious.
"Anytime you want it again," he murmured against her lips, "just say the word."
She laughed softly, nuzzling into him. "Count on it."
They lay tangled in the sheets, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lube and them. Toji's chest rose and fell heavily beneath Enid's cheek, his heartbeat finally slowing to a steady thrum. He hadn't pulled out yet (neither of them wanted him to), his cock softening slowly inside her ass, a warm, intimate fullness that made her feel claimed in the best way.
Enid let out a shaky sigh, her body limp and glowing with aftershocks. Every muscle felt like liquid, and the faint ache between her thighs was a delicious reminder of how thoroughly he'd taken her.
Toji shifted carefully, easing out of her at last with a low groan. She whimpered at the loss, clenching instinctively, and he pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade.
"Shh, I got you," he murmured, voice soft now, all the roughness melted away into something tender.
He rolled her gently onto her side, pulling her back against his chest so they were spooning—his big body curled protectively around hers.
One arm slid under her neck, the other draped over her waist, hand splaying possessively across her stomach. He nuzzled into her hair, breathing her in, lips brushing the sensitive spot behind her ear.
"You were perfect," he whispered, the words rumbling through his chest into her spine. "So fucking perfect. Took everything I gave you like you were made for it."
Enid smiled lazily, turning her head just enough to catch his eye. "Felt like I was."
He kissed her then—slow, deep, unhurried. Not the hungry kind from before, but the kind that said I see you, I want you, I'm here. His tongue traced her lower lip, tasting her gently, until she was melting all over again.
After a moment, he pulled back and reached for the nightstand. A warm, damp cloth he'd prepared earlier (always thinking ahead, even in the heat of it).
He cleaned her carefully, parting her thighs with infinite gentleness, wiping away the lube and his cum that leaked slowly from her stretched hole. Every touch was reverent, soothing the tender skin, checking for any real discomfort.
"Tell me if anything hurts," he said quietly, eyes searching hers.
She shook her head. "Just... sensitive. In a good way."
He nodded, satisfied, and tossed the cloth aside.
Then came the lotion—cool and soothing as he massaged it into her skin, starting at her lower back, working down over the curve of her ass, fingers kneading gently to ease any soreness.
Enid sighed, eyes fluttering closed, completely boneless under his care.
His hands moved up again, rubbing slow circles along her thighs, her hips, anywhere the intensity might have left its mark.
When he reached her wrists , he brought them to his lips one by one, kissing the marks like apologies and thank-yous all at once.
Enid turned in his arms then, facing him fully. She cupped his jaw, thumb tracing the sharp line of it, the scar near his mouth she'd kissed a hundred times.
"You're so good to me," she whispered, voice thick with emotion. "After... everything. You always take care of me."
Toji's eyes softened in a way few people ever saw. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers.
"You let me in," he said simply. "Every part of you. The least I can do is make sure you feel safe coming down."
She kissed him again—soft, lingering—then tucked her head under his chin, leg sliding over his hip to tangle them closer. He pulled the blanket up over them both, cocooning them in warmth.
They stayed like that for a long while, breathing syncing, bodies pressed together with no space between.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on her back—circles, then her name spelled out in invisible ink against her skin.
Eventually, he reached for the water bottle on the nightstand, helping her drink slow sips, then taking some himself.
He fed her a piece of chocolate from the drawer (her favorite post-scene ritual), watching with quiet amusement as her eyes lit up even through the haze.
"Better?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Enid nodded, curling tighter into him. "Perfect."
Toji's arms tightened, holding her like she was the most precious thing in his world.
"Good," he murmured against her temple. "Because I'm not letting go tonight. Not ever."
And as the candles burned lower, casting golden flickers across their entwined bodies, Enid drifted—safe, cherished, and utterly his—knowing he meant every word.