The air in the bedchamber was thick, charged with the scent of your arousal and the heavy, oppressive weight of the men staring at you. Baelor had just stepped back, his challenge hanging in the silence, asking if Maekar was finally capable of doing his duty. The question seemed to snap something inside Maekar.

He moved with a sudden, violent urgency, all but shoving Baelor aside, his shoulder connecting with his brother's chest, forcing the taller man back a step. Maekar didn't even seem to register the contact. His violet eyes, usually so cold and distant, were burning now, fixed entirely on you. The indifference of the past months had evaporated, replaced by a hunger that was terrifying and thrilling all at once. He loomed over the edge of the bed, his chest heaving, staring down at your naked, exposed form as if he were seeing a star fall from the sky.

You looked up at him, your heart hammering against your ribs, legs still parted from Baelor's attentions. You felt incredibly vulnerable, yet the power you held over him in this moment was undeniable. He was mesmerised. The man who had ignored your existence for weeks was now unable to tear his gaze away.

"How do you want me, husband?" you asked, your voice trembling but audible in the quiet room.

The word husband seemed to undo him. A low, ragged sound tore from his throat, half-groan, half-growl. He leaned down, bracing a hand on the mattress beside your head, and captured your lips.

It was nothing like the dry, perfunctory peck he had given you at the wedding altar. This was a conquest. His mouth was hot and demanding, his beard scraping against your sensitive skin in a way that made you shiver. He kissed you deeply, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting you, stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped into his mouth, your hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders as you felt the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his tunic.

He broke the kiss only to strip you of the last barrier between you. His hands were rough, impatient, hooking into the fabric of your shift and yanking it down your arms. You lifted your hips to help him, and within seconds, the linen was discarded on the floor. You were entirely naked, bared to the flickering candlelight and the hungry eyes of both men.

Baelor, having recovered from the shove, stepped closer to the bed. His gaze moved over you slowly, a deliberate, appreciative perusal that started at your flushed face and traced down the curve of your neck, over the heave of your breasts, and settled on the damp heat between your thighs. He reached out, his hand sliding up your ribs, his palm warm and slightly calloused. He brushed his thumb over the swell of your breast.

"Look at her," Baelor said, his voice low and rough. "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?"

Maekar watched his brother's hand on you, and instead of the anger you might have expected, he let out a groan of agreement, his own hand coming to rest on your hip, gripping you hard.

He descended upon you, and took your nipple into his mouth. The sensation was sharp and wet. He licked the tight peak, his tongue swirling around before sucking hard, drawing a cry from your lips. He didn't linger there long, his need was too great. He kissed a trail down your stomach until he reached the apex of your thighs, leaned in and gave your clit a few quick, firm licks, tasting the wetness Baelor had drawn from you. The touch was fleeting but intense, sending a jolt of pleasure through your nerves that made your back arch off the mattress.

Then he rose up, his hands moving to the laces of his breeches. He worked them frantically, his cock springing forth, thick and heavy and flushed with blood.

He paused then, his hand wrapping around the base of his shaft and looked you in the eye, his violet gaze searching yours, checking, making sure you actually wanted this despite the circumstances, despite the audience. The stern, judgmental mask was gone, leaving only a man desperate for connection.

You nodded. "Please," you whispered.

Maekar positioned himself between your legs, spreading your thighs wider with his knees, and guided the head of his cock to your entrance, pushing forward slowly. The stretch was immediate and intense. He was big, thicker than you had imagined, and your body, though wet, resisted the intrusion.

He entered you inch by inch, his jaw clenched tight with the effort of holding back. There was a lot of discomfort, a burning sting as your body adjusted to the sudden invasion. You gasped, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, your eyes squeezing shut.

Baelor's hand moved to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness that belied the raw scene. He watched your expression shift as Maekar filled you, cataloguing every wince and flutter of your lashes.

"There you are," Baelor murmured. "You are alright. Just breathe for him."

Maekar seated himself fully inside you, his hips flush against yours, and stilled. He seemed overwhelmed, his body trembling slightly as he fought for control. The initial sting began to fade, replaced by a dull, heavy ache that throbbed in time with your heartbeat.

He began to move. At first, his thrusts were shallow, experimental. The friction was strange, but as he found a rhythm, the discomfort began to recede, melting into something else. It started to feel good. The fullness, the drag of his cock against your inner walls, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress, it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

Maekar truly could not believe he had denied himself this for so long. You were perfect. You felt incredible, tight and hot and wet, gripping him like a velvet fist. He had been a fool to sleep in the cold when he could have been in your warmth.

"Do you like how that feels?" Baelor asked from his perch on the side of the bed. His eyes were locked on the place where you and Maekar were joined.

You nodded frantically, unable to form words, your breath coming in short pants.

"Tell him," Baelor commanded, his voice firm.

"Yes,"  your voice breaking on a moan as Maekar rolled his hips. "So good, Maekar."

"Good girl," Baelor praised. He sat back and watched, a dark, satisfied figure in the corner of your vision, while Maekar fucked you.

Maekar, however, did not like where your attention lay. He was moving faster now, properly fucking you, the bed creaking rhythmically beneath you. Your moans and screams were filling the room, driving him crazy, but he wanted them for himself.

With a growl, he reached up and turned your face away from Baelor with one hand, gripping your chin firmly and pulling your attention back to him. He forced you to look into his violet eyes, to see only him.

"Mine," he grunted, the word punched out of him with a sharp thrust. "You are mine. I was a fool, a stupid, stubborn fool, but I am here now."

He began to whisper nasty things to you, filth that shocked your ears but inflamed your blood. He apologised for neglecting you in the same breath that he praised your sweet cunt, telling you how tight you were, how good you felt milking his cock, how he was going to fuck you every night to make up for lost time.

He grabbed your leg, hooking your knee and pushing it up toward his shoulder. The new position folded you nearly in half, changing the angle of his penetration. He slid so incredibly deep that you cried out, a mewling sound that was half-pleasure, half-pain. He was hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars, a place that felt too sensitive to be touched.

"Come on," Maekar urged, his voice ragged. "Give it to me. Let me feel you."

The pressure built to a breaking point. The coil in your belly tightened until it snapped. Your inner walls clamped down around him, rippling and fluttering as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Maekar followed you shortly after. You felt him pulse inside you, his cock jerking as he spilled his seed deep into your womb, filling you with heat. He thrust through his release, riding out the aftershocks, marking you.

You were exhausted.

Maekar removed himself from you slowly. He leaned over you, placing a gentle, almost reverent kiss on your forehead before lying down beside you with a groan. He didn't bother to cover himself or tuck himself away, leaving his cock to lay against his thigh, still glistening with your combined fluids.

You lay there with your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath, your body humming with the aftershocks of the most intense experience of your life.

Then a shadow fell over you.

You opened your eyes, blinking against the dim light. Baelor was standing over you. He had unlaced his breeches while you were recovering, and he was stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on yours. There was no hesitation in him, only a dark, expectant demand.

Maekar sat up, propping himself on his elbow. He looked at his brother with an expression that was somewhere between disbelief and exhaustion.

Baelor did not look at him, his gaze was only for you.

"Surely," he said, his voice smooth and dangerous, "you would not allow me to go unsatisfied."

At first it’s all jokes and teasing, a touch here, copping a feel there… It rapidly escalates to you asking your research partner to touch their tentacles, wanting to know how they feel against your skin. Offering to show you their genitals, you offering to let them touch your boobs. Curiosity drives you in, and arousal makes you stay. They tell the others, who are equally curious and excited to get to explore your body and let you explore theirs.

Your research partner ends up bending you over a lab stool on a random day while the PCR machine works its magic. You had a bit of time, and instead of checking data as you should, you tell them what a G-spot is. They are so confused and interested. You end up offering (from the goodness of your heart) to let them touch it and feel it for themselves. Obviously, it ends up with your legs over their shoulders and their long tongue rubbing over your G-spot over and over and over until you are squirting all over their face and they are smirking. They tell the others, and the next day you have three other aliens wanting to see how you do that.

One of the aliens in data analysis tells you about their need to release at least once a day, and you are so surprised by the explanation of their anatomy that you request to see it happen. It ends up with you on your knees and his dicktacle spilling all over your face and chest. Two more aliens join him to add to the mess while you sit back on your heels and rub your clit until you come, much to their delight.

The lab assistant who joined you on your first day presses you against a wall and pushes his ridged dick up your pussy, wanting to feel how tight humans are while another alien looks, jerking their double-peen while you are fucked within an inch of your life, your mouth agape while he praises your pussy. The second he comes messily inside of you, the second alien is on you, wanting to test if the first one was right. You don’t complain, too fucking happy to be orgasming again and again.