After their passionate session in the bathroom, Brandon and Rheanne finally stepped out of the tub.

He dried her body with gentle care, kissing every mark he had left on her skin.

Rheanne did the same for him, her hands lingering on his chest and shoulders as if she couldn’t bear to stop touching him.

They didn’t bother getting dressed.

Still completely naked, Brandon carried her back to the living area and sat down on the couch.

Rheanne settled naturally in his lap, straddling him sideways with her legs draped over his thigh while resting her head against his shoulder.

The tray Freya had brought earlier was on the low table in front of them. Brandon reached over and handed Rheanne one of the cups of warm herbal tea.

She accepted it with a soft smile, wrapping both hands around the cup as she took a slow sip.

For a few moments, they simply sat together in comfortable silence, sipping the fragrant tea and enjoying the peaceful morning light streaming through the windows.

After a while, Rheanne shifted slightly in his lap.

A small, embarrassed smile appeared on her lips as she took another sip of tea.

"...My asshole is still tingly," she murmured shyly as her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

Brandon paused mid-sip, then let out a warm chuckle. He gently squeezed her hip, his hand sliding down to rest on the curve of her ass.

"Is it sore?"

Rheanne shook her head, taking another sip before answering "Not really sore... just... tingly."

"I kind of like it, because I can still feel your dick inside me."

His gaze softened and he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

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For the next four days, the outside world ceased to exist for Brandon and Rheanne.

They barely left the villa.

Their routine became simple...

Eat. Fuck. Rest. Repeat.

Day 1

After breakfast and tea that Freya had sent over, Rheanne pushed Brandon onto the bed and climbed on top of him, riding him with desperate, rolling hips.

Her moans filled the room as she bounced on his cock, breasts swaying heavily.

Brandon gripped her ass, guiding her movements, thrusting up to meet her until she came hard, crying out his name.

They didn’t stop.

They moved to the floor, then against the wall, then back on the table where he fucked her from behind while she gripped the edges.

Lunch was eaten naked, with Rheanne sitting in his lap, feeding him bites of food between kisses.

Ten minutes later, she was bent over the table as he fucked her again.

By evening they were in the bath again, water splashing everywhere as he fucked her ass for the second time that day.

They barely slept that night. Around midnight, Rheanne woke him with her mouth around his cock, sucking him eagerly until he pulled her up and fucked her senseless in missionary, legs over his shoulders.

Day 2

The pattern continued.

Breakfast turned into Rheanne on her knees under the table, sucking his cock while he tried to eat.

She swallowed every drop, then climbed onto his lap and rode him until they both came again.

Lunch was forgotten for nearly two hours as he ate her pussy.

She returned the favor by giving him a long, sloppy titjob, squeezing her breasts around his cock until he painted her chest and face with cum.

By afternoon they were back in bed.

At night too, they barely left the bed.

He fucked her in every position they could think of... doggy, spooning, reverse cowgirl, 69 and standing against the window.

Day 3

They were both exhausted but refused to stop.

Breakfast was eaten in bed, with Rheanne riding him slowly while feeding him fruit.

Lunch became a messy affair.

In the afternoon they moved to the outdoor balcony.

Brandon fucked her from behind while she gripped the railing, moaning into the open air as the wind caressed their naked bodies.

That night was the most intense yet. Rheanne begged him to use her completely. He fucked her pussy, then her ass, then her mouth, switching between all three for hours.

She came repeatedly until she was shaking with tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her face.

Day 4

The final day was quieter, but no less passionate.

They made love slowly in the morning and breakfast was forgotten as they stayed joined for nearly an hour, kissing and whispering words of love.

By afternoon the desperation returned.

As evening fell, they returned to the bed.

For four days, they barely left each other’s arms.

They ate when they were hungry and bathed when they were sticky, but mostly... they fucked.

They made love.

They clung to one another with a desperation that only those facing an inevitable goodbye could understand.

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Golden morning light filtered gently through the open windows, casting a warm, soft glow across the large bed.

Brandon and Rheanne lay tangled together in the sheets, exhausted but unwilling to let go of each other even in sleep.

Rheanne’s naked body was covered in marks.

Faint red and purple bite marks decorated her neck, shoulders, collarbone, and the soft swells of her breasts.

Handprints were visible on her hips, thighs, and ass from where Brandon had gripped her hard during their most intense moments.

Her inner thighs were reddened, and there were faint bruises on her waist from being held so tightly. Even her nipples were slightly swollen from hours of sucking and biting.

Brandon’s body was in a similar state.

Her bite marks covered his chest, shoulders, and neck.

Some were deeper than others, especially the ones on his collarbone and pectorals, where Rheanne lost herself in pleasure.

There were scratch marks down his back and arms from when she clung to him desperately during orgasm after orgasm.

Rheanne slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the morning light.

For a moment, she simply lay there, feeling the warmth of Brandon’s body pressed against hers.

His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, holding her close even in sleep. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back.

A small, bittersweet smile touched her lips as she looked down at her own body.

She turned carefully in his arms until she was facing him.

Her hand moved up to gently caress his cheek, then traced some of the bite marks she had left on his chest.

Brandon’s eyes slowly opened. He looked at her for a moment before pulling her closer and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Morning..." he murmured and his voice was still rough with sleep.

"Morning," she whispered back, snuggling into his chest.

They lay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms.

The reality of this being their last full day together hung heavily in the air, but neither wanted to speak it out loud just yet.

Rheanne gently kissed one of the bite marks on his collarbone.

"I left quite a few on you," she said almost apologetically, though there was a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

Brandon chuckled and ran his hand down her back, gently squeezing her ass.

"So did I," he replied, his fingers tracing some of the handprints on her hip.

Rheanne reached up and gently caressed his cheek with trembling fingers.

"Today is the day..."

His gaze lowered slightly "...Yeah."

Then Brandon reached toward the side table. From his storage ring, he pulled out a delicate silver chain with a small, beautiful green gem pendant.

Rheanne blinked in surprise as he gently fastened the chain around her neck and the pendant settled warmly between her breasts.

"This is something very precious to me. My Big Sister gave it to me." - [1]

Her eyes widened slightly ’...His Big Sister.’

Looking at him, she murmured "is that the ’Big Sis’ you often say in your sleep?"

With a wry smile, he replied "Yeah..."

Rheanne looked down at the pendant again and a soft smile bloomed on her lips as she gently closed her hand around the green gem.

"I will treasure it."

"Sorry, i didn’t prepare anything to give to you."

Brandon shook his head "No, Rheanne, you already gave me more than enough."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and opened a small dimensional tear in space.

Seeing this, Rheanne’s eyes widened in shock ’... That’s my dimensional storage skill. How did he?’

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[1] - 390, Charlotte gave it to him