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Xavier looks annoyed as fuck, but Caleb looks like he’s ready to exert enough gravitational force to sink this entire beach into the ocean just to get you away from the crowd.

When you finally walk back to them, playing the part of the innocent little lamb, the silence that greets you is deafening.

"What are you two scowling about?" you ask innocently, acting as if you have no idea about the effect you just had on them. "Is everything okay?"

You reach out, plucking the tropical drink right out of Xavier’s hand. The condensation is cold against your palm and you take a long, slow sip, letting the sweetness of the pineapple linger, watching them over the rim of the glass.

Xavier’s voice cuts through the sound of the crashing waves, sounding almost breathless. "Did you have fun?"

It’s a stupid question. Of course you had fun playing them like fiddles. You don't give him a verbal answer right away. Instead, you perform a slow show, settling onto your stomach on the lounger. You make sure to arch your spine just enough to make the minimal fabric of your bikini bottom strain against your ass. You know exactly what you're doing. You can feel it the sudden stillness of the two men.

"Nope," you drawl, tossing the word out like a piece of bait. It drips with a feigned, sugary nonchalance that you know is driving them absolutely mad.

Xavier shifts beside you, his voice rougher somehow. "How about we go back to the hotel so you can wear something else?"

You don't rush. Why would you? You turn your head, letting your hair spill across your shoulder and lock eyes with Caleb.

"I... really... like... this... bikini," you murmur, stretching the words out. You’re practically tasting the mischief on your tongue as you say it.

Satisfied with the havoc you’ve wreaked, you turn back to face forward towards the ocean, reaching up to adjust the top of your swimsuit. You make it slow. Methodical. An exquisite torture of shifting skin and straining fabric.

Suddenly, the silence isn't peaceful anymore. It's heavy. Dangerous. You can feel the exact moment Caleb stops pretending to be the polite gentleman. The atmosphere shifts and the sand beneath your towel vibrates with localized pressure.

The heat of the midday sun is suddenly eclipsed by the two men looming over you. It’s funny, really, the way they hover, like twin storms brewing on the horizon, threatening to break at any second.

Xavier is the first to lean in, crowding your space until his scent fills your senses. "You and every other guy around here seem to like it too," he mutters "Maybe a little too much."

You just shrug. A tiny, dismissive motion of your shoulders that says so what? You know exactly which buttons you're jamming, and seeing them rattle is far too satisfying to stop now.

Deciding to raise the stakes, you roll onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow. From this point, you can see the conflict written all over their faces. You look from Xavier's simmering frustration to Caleb’s darkening expression, a cheeky grin spreading across your lips.

"What's the matter, boys?" you tease, your voice airy and entirely too provocative for the situation. "Can't handle a little friendly chat?"

Caleb doesn't join in the verbal sparring. He’s never been one for games once his temper starts to simmer. Instead, he leans in too and presses your plush, white towel into your hands.

"Here," he commands, his tone clipped, lacking its usual warmth. "Wrap this around yourself."

You look down at the towel, then peer up at him through your lashes, refusing to budge. "But I'm not wet yet" you counter, injecting a note of stubbornness into your voice. You hold the towel loosely, making absolutely zero effort to actually cover up.

Xavier lets out a sigh so heavy it sounds like a groan of pure exasperation. He closes the final inch of distance until his lips are brushing the shell of your ear.

"Either you wrap that towel around your body or I'll bend you over this chair to fuck that attitude out of you... and give those guys a much bigger show than you've already given them."

A soft laugh escapes your lips, bright and reckless. "What makes you think I wouldn't like that?" you let the implication hang there, heavy and humid. "Maybe I want them to watch..."

You realize, perhaps a second too late, that you haven't just poked the bear, you’ve walked right into its den and started dancing.

Moving with a calculated slowness, you sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the lounger. You stand, taking your sweet time to tug at the hem of your bikini bottoms and readjust the delicate straps of your top, knowing damn well their eyes are tracking every millimeter of skin you reveal.

"I think I'm going to enjoy the rest of our time here before we head back to the hotel," your confidence masks the slight flutter in your chest. You slide your sunglasses on, the dark lenses creating a barrier between your mischievous eyes and their intense scrutiny.

With a theatrical toss of your hair you turn your back on them and begin to walk toward the shoreline, ensuring every stride carries an exaggerated sway of your hips. You can feel them. Like heat lamps, their gazes are scorched onto your skin, tracking the movement of your body with hungry focus.

The sand is warm, yielding beneath your soles as you approach the frothing edge of the tide. The rhythmic hush hush of the waves provides a soothing soundtrack to the internal riot you've just ignited.

Just as the first wave licks at your ankles, you pause to glance back over your shoulder, peering over the rims of your shades with a grin that is equal parts angel and devil.

"Aren't you two coming?"

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"Caleeeeb..." you whine, the name stretching out into a plea that’s all desperation. "Why are you doing it like that?"

You are sprawled across the king sized bed, limbs heavy and uncoordinated. Your bikini is a crumpled afterthought on the carpet, abandoned the moment the door clicked shut. Right now, the only thing that matters is the weight of Caleb’s hands. His grip on your thighs is firm, forcing your legs wide open to grant him total access.

He isn't rushing and that's the problem.

His mouth is a warm, wet heaven, but he’s treating you like a gourmet meal he intends to savor for hours. His tongue swirls against your clit with slow precision, each stroke deliberate, making your vision blur.

Minutes bleed into one another. Your back arches instinctively while your knuckles turn white from gripping the expensive sheets. The pleasure is building, coiling tight in your gut, but it’s a cruel buildup that refuses to peak. It’s too slow. Too careful. It’s driving you insane.

In a fit of frustration you toss your head back against the pillows, hips bucking uselessly against his face. "Stop making out with my pussy!" you snap, with a hint of the bratty attitude that got you into trouble earlier.

A low chuckle rumbles against your inner thigh. Caleb lifts his head just enough to flash you one of his stupid grins before he uses his fingers to spreeeead your folds apart, and with a brazen lack of ceremony, he spits directly onto your pulsing clit.

The slick moisture of his saliva mixes with your arousal making your toes curl into the mattress. You can feel the wetness begin to trickle, a warm trail sliding down toward your ass.

And then, the trap closes.

While Caleb remains positioned between your legs the air near your ear is displaced by someone else. Xavier. "What did we say about sassing?"

The illusion of control, that precious, flickering thing you’ve been clinging to all day finally snaps.

Below you, Caleb’s hands change, his fingers dig deep into the soft flesh of your thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.

"You have two options," Xavier’s voice rolls over you, heavy and authoritative "You can be quiet and take what we give you..." slowly, he swipes his tongue over the peaking tip of your breast, making your insides quiver.

"So soft," he breathes against your skin.

You try to summon a spark of defiance, but your voice betrays you, wobbling as you whisper, "...Or?"

"Or..." he continues, his tone hardening into something darker "I will find something to shove inside that bratty mouth and take what we want anyway. So, what’s it gonna be?"

Panic and desire collide in your chest, and you slam your mouth shut, catching a small, pathetic whimper behind your teeth.

"Good girl," Xavier murmurs. The praise is a reward, but it’s gone before you can even bask in it.

In a transition from tenderness to torment, he nips you. His teeth sink around your nipple until a cry builds in the back of your throat, a loud moan that begs to be released but you fight it. You bite your lower lip hard, desperately trying to keep quiet.

But the charade of silence collapses. There’s no pretending you’re composed anymore, not when Caleb decides to reward your temporary submission with a brand of pleasure that is unapologetically cruel.

Down below, he stops the slow swirl of his tongue for something far more direct. He runs the tip of his tongue in long, sweeping strokes, moving from your entrance all the way up to your clit, over and over again. Each pass is a lightning strike to your nerves. Just as you think you might shatter, he drives a finger deep into your core, hooking it to stroke that singular spot that makes your brain go fuzzy.

That needy sound you’ve been trying to swallow spills out of you in a loud moan. Resolve? Gone. Silence? Forgotten.

"Caleb, please..." The words tumble out of you "More... god, I need more..."

"She sounds so sweet when she begs, doesn't she, Caleb?"

There’s no answering him verbally, mostly because you can barely remember how to breathe when Xavier’s hand tightens around your breast, squeezing just shy of pain. Your nipple aches under the pressure, yearning for more.

"Do it again," Xavier is enjoying this too much to let you off easy. "Beg for it, and maybe we'll make you feel good."

He runs his tongue over your nipple again, a wet caress that makes you squeeze your eyes shut. Caleb makes it worse when he slides a second finger inside you.

Your orgasm is no longer a possibility, it's an inevitability. It’s a tightening coil of white hot tension winding tighter and tighter behind your navel.

A breathless smile touches your lips. Because even as they pin you down, even as they dictate your every breath and moan, you know the truth, you haven't just survived the hunt. You've mastered it. You have these two powerful, lethal men wrapped so tightly around your finger that they'd burn the world down just to hear you ask for one more thing. And the view from the edge of oblivion is spectacular.

"God, you are such a fucking brat, all you had to do was behave yourself, and we would have fucked you the way you deserve." Xavier’s coordination is terrifying, he reaches around to pinch and roll your both of your nipples, timing the tugging perfectly with the thrusts of Caleb’s hand below.

The edge is right there, shimmering in the periphery of your consciousness.

"I'm gonna... Fuck, baby..." your voice breaks, eyes rolling back.

You are soaring, ready to leap through the golden gates of heaven and dissolve into pure bliss.

And then, someone slams the doors shut in your face.

Just as the first tremor of your climax begins to ripple through your pelvis, just as the explosion should have detonated, the world abruptly freezes.

Both men stop. Simultaneously.

"Wait, no!"

Xavier grabs your wrists and hauls your arms up, pinning them securely above your head. He anchors you to the bed, rendering you immobile, stripping away your ability to chase the ghost of the friction you were just drowning in. Your orgasm collapses in on itself. Instead of a tidal wave, it becomes a pitiful, lukewarm drizzle, fizzling out into a frustrated ache that leaves you whimpering and twitching helplessly.

You look down to meet Caleb’s gaze, he is watching you struggle against the emptiness.

"Did you really think, after today, that you deserved to cum so fast?" Caleb mocks you, his voice infuriatingly calm. "You haven't earned that pleasure yet, brat."

Hot, stinging tears prick at the corners of your eyes, blurring the sight of the two men standing victorious over their wreckage. Your chest heaves, your lungs struggling to catch enough air to fuel the ragged rhythm of your breathing. Your nerves are screaming, clawing at the air for the release they were promised, only to find… nothing.

"If you wanted to be touched, you just needed to ask," Xavier says, his voice devoid of apology. He gives your wrists a sharp tug, a reminder that while you might have teased them on the beach, here, in this room, the hierarchy is set in stone. "We saw how those fuckers were looking at you. Like you were some kind of trophy. A piece of meat."

"Next time, remember this is what happens when you forget to ask nicely for what you want." Caleb adds.

The humiliation feels like a feverish heat in your cheeks. Trembling, you try to gather yourself. You reach down intending to pull the sheets over your naked body to reclaim some shred of modesty, but the movement is cut short.

Before your hands can even graze your hips Caleb moves, he hooks his hands under you and hoists you up. The cool air of the room is replaced by the heat of his skin when he settles you firmly on his lap, straddling his thick thighs.

Confusion clouds your mind, momentarily overriding lust. You blink up at him, your bottom lip trembling when you whisper, "I thought... we were done?

Caleb doesn't answer with words. Not at first.

Instead, he shifts his hips just a fraction. Through the slick heat of your cunt, you feel the blunt head of his cock catch against your entrance. The sensation is staggering, the hardness of him a wonderful contrast to the void he left moments ago.

"Oh, princess," he murmurs, eyes locking onto yours "That was just a warning. Now comes the lesson."

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your waist with a firmness that says you are no longer allowed to move anywhere.

Then, he begins to push you down.

Your eyes fly wide, pupils dilating until the world turns dark at the edges. A choked gasp hitches in your throat when you feel the tip of his cock stretch you open.

Your head swims when you feel the unmistakable chill of his metal piercings. Whenever he enters you like this, the stark temperature contrast makes your cognitive functions simpy evaporate.

"One..." Caleb grunts. He’s counting. You aren't sure if he’s tracking the depth...

"Two... Three..."

Or if he’s obsessively noting the way your walls pulse and catch against each individual piercing, trying to mold themselves around him.

"Four... Five... Six..."

By the time he reaches seven you are seeing stars, then with one final surge, he gives your waist a grounding shove. He sheaths that last, agonizing inch, burying himself so deeply that your pubic bone crashes against his, seating you fully atop his cock.

"...Eight."

His hands move to your hips, pinning you to him with immovable strength as he begins to rotate his pelvis. He works his cock in slow, shallow circles, dragging the textured metal against your interior in a way that makes your eyes flutter closed.

"Look at me," he orders, eyes burning into yours, "this is how it feels to be ours."

A shaky moan breaks from your lips, especially when you feel Xavier’s hands swoop around from behind, his palms squeezing your breasts with a grounding weight. Between the two of them, you are caught in a vice of pure masculine intent.

Desperate for the pleasure they stole from you, you stop fighting the rhythm and start leading it. You lean into the sensation, rolling your hips in a searching grind, trying to milk every possible drop of friction from the hard, pierced cock buried inside you.

Every time you grind your ass against Xavier's thickening cock, you feel the shudder that goes through him.

"Don't be greedy, bunny," Xavier warns right against the curve of your ear "If you keep pressing your ass against my dick like that, I'm going to fuck it."

Caleb continues his rhythm undeterred by your growing impatience. "Careful what you wish for, Xavier's not quite as patient as me. He might just decide to take exactly what he wants."

But warnings are useless when you're standing on the edge of a cliff. Logic has fled the room, replaced by a reckless kind of courage.

"And that would be a problem... why?" you manage to pant out, rolling your hips again.

Xavier lets out a sharp huff of air and delivers a brutal thrust forward with enough force to knock the wind from your lungs.

"Because, once I start, I won't stop," he grinds harder, pinning you against Caleb's lap. "And right now, your little cunt is far too busy milking his cock to handle anything else."

"Is that what you want?" Caleb asks "To be fucked until you can't even walk straight tomorrow?"

You don't even hesitate. A shameless nod is your answer followed by a whispered "Yes".

That's all it takes to shatter the last of Xavier's restraint. He spits crudely into his palm, coating his fingers with saliva. Before you can process the lewd gesture, he's pressing the slick fingers against your back entrance.

"Do you deserve it?"

"I don't..." you sob, the truth tumbling out in a broken plea "But I need you right now, Xav... please!"

Without a single moment of warming you up, he presses the head of his cock against your tight, puckered hole. Your body reacts instinctively, your ass clenching tight around the intrusion in an unready squeeze.

But Xavier has no intention of being gentle.

He doesn't stop until he's bottomed out, balls thudding against the underside of your cheeks. The sudden stretch makes your back arch into a bow. Your fingers scramble blindly, digging into Caleb’s chest, trying to find purchase in a world that is spinning out of control.

"Fuck, Caleb..."

"What?"

"I can feel your fucking piercings," Xavier groans when Caleb's piercings slide against his cock inside you, creating a dizzying friction.

Caleb doesn't offer an apology. Instead, his hands slide down to grip your ass and spread your cheeks wide to give Xavier better access. When he begins to thrust again, his rhythm picking up a new, more aggressive tempo, he lets out a satisfied smirk. "You're welcome"

"Xav, baby, I need you to move... please!"

Your hips are working on their own, trying to find some kind of equilibrium in the impossible fullness of being stretched in two directions at once.

Behind you, Xavier is fighting a war with his own restraint. He’s tensing, his muscles corded and rigid, trying to ensure he doesn't lose the battle and spill himself the second he starts to move.

"Hold on to Caleb and remember that I love you, star" he murmurs, his breath making your skin prickle. "Because in about five seconds, it’s going to feel like I don't."

It’s an ominous warning, a dark omen of the storm to come. And then, he delivers.

He pulls back, a slow retreat that leaves you feeling hollowed out for a split second, until only the very tip of him remains inside your ass. Then, he buries his entire length deep inside you in an unyielding lunge.

Your mouth falls open in a silent, wide eyed plea for oxygen, but there is no relief to be found. Every time they move Caleb thrusting into your front while Xavier hammers into your back the air is driven out of you.

Caleb notices your breathless state. He leans in and catches your lower lip between his teeth. It’s a teasing nip that makes you jump, but before the sting can even register, he releases it, his tongue darting out to lave over the skin.

"You wanted to be fucked stupid, princess?" he asks, his voice dripping with a terrifying sort of affection.

You want to tell him yes. You want to scream it. But you can't.

Xavier lets out a low chuckle as he watches your head loll back, your eyes glazed and unfocused. "We're getting there...fuck... she just lost her ability to talk."

Caleb throws his head back, the tendons in his neck stand out, his muscles coiled and flexing as he chases his pleasure.

Tears track hot paths down your cheeks as you sob, the words barely making it past your lips. "I can't... I can't...anymore!"

"Yes, you can, you stubborn little thing," Xavier whispers against your shoulder "Look at how well you're doing. Look how much you're taking."

The world starts to tilt. There is no up or down, no before or after "It's too good... it's... Xav, I'm... I'm about to..."

"You don't need my permission, bunny, don't you dare hold back now."

"Caleb..."

"Cum for us. I'll be right there with you."

With a swipe of his finger against your clit, Caleb sends you hurtling over the edge. Your entire body convulses, a beautiful earthquake of pleasure that detonates behind your eyes and turns your vision into a blinding white haze.

Caleb's hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he slams up into your spasming cunt, his own orgasm building rapidly.

"Fuck!" Caleb moans, his eyes squeezing shut as the first hot, thick spurt of his release paints your cervix.

"Shit, I'm so close too," Xavier pants harshly "Don't you dare fucking stop, Caleb!"

The world finally goes quiet. You collapse, a heap of trembling limbs, your face buried in the crook of Caleb’s neck as you struggle to remember how to breathe.

After a long, quiet moment, a strange sound bubbles up from your chest. A giggle. It starts small, a breathless, incredulous little thing, before it breaks into a full blown, exhausted laugh. Caleb looks down at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, a trace of amused warmth breaking through his usual mask.

Still laughing, you tilt your head back to meet his gaze, eyes bright with relief. "You two... you seriously need to get that jealousy under control."

Caleb’s brow furrows, his expression shifting into something more serious, more possessive. He cups your chin, his thumb brushing over your swollen lower lip in a gesture that is almost tender if you ignore the hard, demanding edge in his eyes.

"We don't want you talking to guys like that anymore," he states, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

"You can't just order me..." you protest, though the strength is barely there in your voice.

"We can, and we will," Xavier interrupts, rolling his hips lazily against your backside, stirring the warm, heavy mess of his release inside you. "See, that's where you're wrong, bunny. It's our cum filling you up right now. Not theirs."

"You are ours"

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Xavier x Rafayel x Reader (StarFish)

Cutest name among the pairings first of all

Possibly controversial but I think Rafayel mainly tops in this dynamic… here me out

Xavier is a freak in the sheets but compared to Rafayel? He’s very mellow. He’s so focused on you and your needs that he can drown out some of Rafayel’s antics when getting down to it.

It’s not until Xavier snaps that Rafayel is the center of attention. You and Xavier team up to put the brat of your trio in his rightful place.

Not saying Rafayel loves it… but he loves it.

Xavier x Zayne x Reader (StarSnow)

The silent but deadly duo (lmfao)

I think these two are fighting for dominance while also being civil about it? Taking turns if you will.

In this trio, you are definitely the sub with your two doms. Very little room for switching imo

It’s very rare that you get a chance to top either of them, the two of them always being two steps ahead and getting you railed until you can’t see straight.

Xavier x Sylus x Reader (StarCrow)

Prepare to never feel your legs again.

You are once again the sub in this pairing, but with some free reigns thanks to Sylus

You and Sylus like to team up on Xavier, making the prince of Philos see the stars in which he came from by the time the two of you are done with him

Xavier and Sylus have…wrestled… much to your amusement but Sylus typically always comes out on top. Mostly thanks to his evol and size. Not that Xavier is complaining… he secretly enjoys it.

Xavier x Caleb x Reader (StarApple)

They bicker all the time, they’re always fighting for your attention.

They’re both headstrong, needing to be in control and both equally as obsessed with your pleasure.

Someway, somehow, Caleb manages to get Xavier to give up — his evol held he man down — and you had a time riding him until he was a sobbing mess

Caleb would let the roles reverse willingly after seeing how much fun Xavier got to have being under you.

Rafayel x Zayne x Reader (SnowFish)

We’re looking at two bratty subs with their tamer

You and Rafayel are menaces when together, in and out of the bedroom. Poor Zayne (he fucking loves it)

A common position is you riding Rafayel within an inch of his life while Zayne holds you by your hair and helps himself to your… back door.

Roles have also been reversed, with Rafayel getting fucked senseless while trying not to slobber all over your pussy — and failing miserably in the process.

Rafayel x Sylus x Reader (CrowFish)

Sylus gets off watching you and Rafayel play.

He often partakes in the activities, don’t get me wrong, but he has a thing for watching you and Rafayel get each other off. The struggle of two switches trying not to fall into submissive tendencies… and failing. Cute.

Though, it’s not always the case, when Sylus is involved, Rafayel gets feral. You’re not leaving that bed with working legs… or any feeling in your lower half for that matter. It’s your turn to get fucked within an inch of your life and be pampered on for the coming days.

More than one bed has been replaced…

Rafayel x Caleb x Reader (AppleFish)

Kings of yearning…and stalking… and trying to act like they didn’t plot everything ever.

They initially hate each other, then they realize how likeminded they are and it’s game over for you.

They are torturing you low-key, expect to be tied up, edged until you're sobbing, and then overstimulated until you're begging them to stop. And, spoiler, they won't stop.

Evil ass dynamic for real, they feed off of each other's dramatics

Zayne x Sylus x Reader (SnowCrow)

Oh bitch. Maybe I'm biased (I am) but this combo is elite.

You've got three brat tamers who can all be brats. A group of switches if you will. Couple broken beds with Sylus and Raf? You're looking at multiple broken beds, couches, tables, chairs, fucking destroyed bathrooms, ruined carpets, you get the idea.

You are ruined every time, even if you're on top. You've gotta call out of work the next day, Zayne goes to work limping, Sylus is overly smug about the whole thing

You can plot against each other and still end up fucked stupid

Zayne x Caleb x Reader (SnowApple)

Zayne is putting y'all in your rightful places. Caleb thinks he has a shot at dominating Zayne and is sorely mistaken by the end of it. You really did try to warn him too, now he can't even walk.

Linkon's best surgeon has a time putting Linkon's best hunter and the Farspace Fleet's colonel in their places. Fucking them both to damn tears is is specialty.

We're looking at one dominant with two switches who lean towards bratty subs whether they want to or not

Punishments go crazy with this throuple

Sylus x Caleb x Reader (CrowApple)

You've never known Caleb to be shy until Sylus gets involved. Caleb couldn't stand him, Sylus found it utterly amusing. You? You just enjoyed the show.

Sylus forced Caleb to watch as he fucked you stupid, tears streaming down your face while he's balls deep and kissing you senseless. In the end, Caleb came untouched and realized that being a brat against Sylus would result in real punishment.

Even with his gravity evol, Caleb can't win against Bossman. And either way, you get to have the time of your life with both of your lovers trying - and failing - to work it out.

As the daughter of the emperor, you were tasked with many arduous responsibilities. Shouldering the pressure of becoming the future heir of the empire, becoming knowledgeable about how the world works was of your utmost priority. You’re a highly educated woman. Ranking among the top students at your school, your intellectual prowess is one of your most redeemable qualities. Your father is well aware of this attribute. He has no uncertainty regarding your capabilities to rule the empire. However, one matter raises concern: your lack of interest in the concubine that he has provided for you. None of the suitable bachelors seems to be to your taste. Each week, a few men are sent back to their hometowns, making more room for future men to hopefully conquer your iron heart. You don’t dare to concern yourself with such frivolous things, worried that it might deter you from your engagements, though your father reminds you that an heir must be created to assure the success of the transfer of power through generations. 

You’re not trying to be difficult, but with your high standards, most of the concubines do not impress you. Although they are certainly beautiful, so much so that their beauty nearly encapsulates you in a trance, there is still a lack of connection. You yearn for a partner with whom you can share ideas and who can keep pace with you and your thoughts. As you walk through the corridors of the palace, you make your way to the library to practice calligraphy. As you enter, you immediately notice the scent of dewy roses and apples sailing through the air. As you walk deeper into the room, the scent gets stronger, and you see a tall man picking up a book from one of the shelves. He immediately stands out with his broad figure and luscious, long hair. He doesn’t seem to have noticed you, as he has yet to acknowledge your presence. You let out a grunt to make yourself known. Upon hearing it, the mysterious man turns around, with crescent eyes looking at you. 

“My apologies, my lady. It seems the books have entranced me, and I failed to properly greet you.” He deeply bows to you, his head lowered to the ground, but you could still see his smile through his cheeks.

“There’s no need to apologize. What is your name?” You inquire, surprised that someone in the palace had managed to find the library. “Xia Yizhou, my lady. I’m one of the concubines the emperor has sent for you. I was making use of the library to pass the time, but I can leave if you want.” 

As he gets back up, the height difference is even greater. Although this could easily intimidate someone, his demeanor is so outgoing and gentle that you see no reason for him to leave. Instead, you are curious as to what book he has picked up. You both sit at one of the chairs near the window that looks out at the mountains and hills. A beautiful spot to talk to a beautiful stranger. The book at hand pertained to physics, and the passion that unleashed in Yizhou’s eye made you more intrigued by his newfound intellectual interest. With great detail, he talks about the invention of the compass, its mechanics, and how it was made. You both exchange different anecdotes of passing knowledge, feeding off each other's intellectual curiosity. In such a short amount of time, you two have become well acquainted. You share the ins and outs of the library, where to look for certain books, as well as some recommendations. By the end, you both part ways, exchanging salutations, Yizhou bowing once again. You feel mirth seep in your heart as you’ve met someone whose presence has you buzzing with great joy. 

A week has passed since you’ve acquainted yourself with the gleeful Yizhou. You’ve been busy yourself in the meantime. Learning the trades that are taking place in the empire, and the upcoming meetings that are to be held with other rulers. After finishing your lessons, you meet with your father to discuss the preparations for the meeting. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. This would be your first time being exposed to highly powerful people who have important connections to your empire. “Do not allow them to instill fear in you.” Your father says, and you understand what he means by that. Very few women are in these rooms, and you are aware that you must constantly prove yourself to be worthy of ruling. Shortly after giving you plenty of advice, your father excuses himself to see the family physician.  To gather more intel, you decide to visit the training grounds, hoping to inquire about the state of the military and their  trainees. The gentle cool breeze waves your hair through the air, the grass as green as emeralds. You walk onto the sunny path, watching men fight each other with wooden swords. You could’ve easily missed it, but from the corner of your eye, you see a white-haired gentleman, sleeping under the cooling shade of a tree. His looks are akin to an angel. He stands out from the men devoutly fighting. Although the training grounds are loud with screams and grunts, it seems that he is in a deep slumber. You make your way towards the strange sir, hoping to discipline him in front of his comrades. You kneel in front of him, embarrassed that you must lower your stature for this stranger. You dig at his shoulder, and after a few more pushes, the lazy figure emerges from slumber, revealing his deep blue eyes. Upon seeing that he was awakened, you got back up again.

“Should you not be ashamed of yourself? State your name and position.” You say firmly, getting the attention of the other men who were previously too engrossed in their training. However, the stranger doesn’t seem affected by the sudden attention. 

He positions himself to greet you. “Good day, my lady. I am Shen Xinghui. As to why I am not training, that would be because I am one of your concubines.” 

You’re caught off guard by the reply. You did not expect one of your concubines to be out in the open in the palace. Regardless, it was not as if they were a priority in your mind. You quickly excuse yourself, too embarrassed to collect the intel that you originally wanted. You take the opposite direction of the training ground, leading to the main garden. Although you wish to be alone, the person responsible for your mistake boldly follows you. 

“Is there something you need?” Your tone clearly indicates that you are annoyed, but the blue-eyed male seems not to have noticed. 

“This is the first time that I’ve met you, my lady. Please, forgive me for troubling you. I am only curious about you.” Despite his audaciousness to follow you, he’s quite shy and gentle; his features are soft, yet you can tell that his build is strong. 

“Well, you know me now. Anything else?” The man daringly steps closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. “I'm not sure you are aware of this, my lady, but my father was once a gentry scholar, and his knowledge was passed on to me. If you ever wish to use me for your benefit, I am at your disposal.” Without giving you the time to give a proper refusal, he bows before you and quickly leaves your line of sight. You’re left to wonder the nature of this strange meeting.

A week is left until your meeting, and the closer you get to its date, the busier you are. Piles of files are now at your desk as you try to memorize the numbers and statistics. To say that you are tired is an understatement. You are sleep-deprived, and there’s nothing more you want to do than to sleep for a whole month. You keep your routines consistent in order to maintain a sense of normalcy and control. Every morning, you eat the same breakfast at the same spot, in your study room near the open window. Then, you make it a habit to take a walk through the different gardens in the palace. Overall, there are three of them, and occasionally, you will meet the silver-haired man who is either sleeping or reading a book. Although you are apprehensive about him, you must admit that he piqued your interest, especially when you’ve noticed his good taste in literature. If all is well, you’ll exchange a few words with him. Afterwards, you go back to your office to continue your work. Once it is evening, you have dinner with your father, and if you are lucky, you’ll find Yizhou in the library, and he’ll keep you company as you read through more of the files. You’ve grown accustomed to this routine, anticipating every interaction with the men who have suddenly come into your life. On a rainy day, you see both Yizhou and Xinghui sitting in the library together, discussing the latest invention: the crossbow. With your presence now in their line of sight, their trans-like discussion is put to an end, as both men bow to you. 

“You know there’s no need for formalities. Please treat me as a friend from now on. Both men look at each other and hesitantly place themselves back in their seats. 

You sit near them, intrigued by their topic of conversation. It’s very rare for you to have time to yourself, and it's a shocking sight to see Xinghui and Yizhou be friends. You let the surprise be a nice one. Their chemistry is unmatched, almost as if they’ve known each other for years. With how close you’ve gotten to both of them, you nearly forget that they are your concubines, and at the thought, your heart skips a beat. As the sky gets darker, you decide to let loose for a bit and get some drinks to share. You’ve earned it, you tell yourself. Both men decide to accompany you to the wine cellar. As you all walk in the hallways of the palace, Yizhou wraps his right arm around your shoulder, while Xinghui's left hand is holding yours. Heat is exchanged between you, and although your heartbeat is beating faster, you feel safe being accompanied this way. Once the wine is retrieved, you somehow end up in the private walls of your bedroom. Both concubines are sitting in front of you. Xinghui is lying on his side while Yizhou is sitting up, both of them looking at you with glee in their eyes as you take another sip of the warm wine. You’ve drunk past your limit, but you can’t stop. The impending date of your meeting is getting closer, only encouraging you to drink more, hoping that it alleviates your anxiety. Yizhou is tipsy, but is still of sound mind. As for Xinghui, the wine has almost no effect on him, despite drinking nearly four glasses of wine. As you complain of the stress that the meeting has put on you, both men keep their sights on you, pity and worry overtaking their original mirth. Before you realize, Yizhou comes behind you to massage your back.

“You poor thing..I hate how much they’ve overworked you.” You can almost hear the pout behind his words. You nearly melt at his touch, his fingers working through the built-up tension. Xinghui looks at you inquisitively; if you weren't so flushed, you’d have noticed the glimmer in his eyes. Now, leaving his leisure position, he crawls up to you.

“You know, there’s a reason we’ve been sent here. We could take care of you…” Xinghui whispers in your ear, which makes the hair on your neck stand up.

Up until now, you’ve tried to keep your heart calm around them, but with the wine, Yizhou’s hand, and Xinghui's sultry gaze, you want to let yourself go for once. As Yizhou presses a particular spot on the back of your neck, a whimper falls out of your mouth, and without a second to waste, both men pounce on you. Xinghui takes the first kiss, as Yizhou takes his time to explore your neck and shoulder with his mouth. The sensation of your head falling back. Sloppy kisses are given to you on any part of your body that is left exposed. It takes work to take your hanfu off, but with great patience, both loving men manage to get you bare. You’re left completely naked, though they seem to join you soon after. Unrobing themselves to reveal their chiseled chest, toned legs, and well, beastly dicks. You’re salivating at the sight alone; pink, leaky heads just ready to be licked and sucked. Though that will have to wait since Yizhou eagerly spreads your legs apart. You’re grateful that you’re drunk because the action alone would have made you have a heart attack. Yizhou inspects your pussy. Separating the lips apart and getting a perfect look at your engorged clit and twitching hole. As you’re about to plead for him to stop, Xinghui pulls you back against his chest, placing your head on his shoulder as he demands a kiss. 

“Such a sweet sight..And to think you were keeping this away from us.” A sigh escapes Yizhou’s mouth, lovingly eyeing your core. You had yet to experience something this intimate and adoring, and with Xinghui massaging your breasts as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears, you feel like this is heaven. 

Yizhou wastes no time. A pragmatic man, he puts his mouth to work, using the tip of his tongue to eagerly lick a stripe from your clenching hole to your adorable clit before leaving a wet and sloppy kiss on your clit. From the view below, you can see a string of wetness mixed with saliva connected to his lips and your pussy. The hungry concubine dives right back in, enveloping your clit with the heat of his mouth and tongue. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head when Xinghui diverts your attention back to him, positioning himself on your side, greedily sucking one of your tits. 

“Such a good girl for us. Shouldering the pain of the world. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. You don’t have to think of anything when you’re with us.” Xinghui sloppily says, saliva coming out of the corner of his mouth. 

Yhizou spits on your cunt, spreading the saliva all over your slit, then inserting his index finger. You squirm under the newfound sensation, clenching harshly around the digit. A laugh escapes his mouth as he realises that he can not pull out his finger. “How adorable.” He tauntingly says while adding another finger in, this time making sure to flip the tips of his fingers upwards. A loud moan erupts out of you, your bag arching from the ground as you allow Yizhou to pump his fingers in and out of you. Observing that your poor clit is now getting less attention, Xinghui pushes his thumb past your lip, and you obediently accept, sucking on the finger as you lock eyes with him. At that, Xinghui groans, your pleasure overtaking him. His thumb soon leaves your lips with a loud “Pop!”. The lubricated finger is then placed on your clit, where he rubs soothing circles over it. You don’t know how long this has been going on, but the juxtaposition of Yizhou’s harsh fingers pounding you and Xinghui soothingly massaging your clit, you climax. Hard. Your legs are closing around the man’s hands as you shake violently from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Theeeeere you go. Such a good girl for us!” Yizhou exclaims, lighting, tapping your pussy with his hands, encouraging you to release more of your juices. Xinghui kisses your cheek, occasionally whispering “That’s it,” and “Good job, baby.” 

By the time you regain some sense of your body, you are completely limp, ready to pass out at any minute. Sensing this, both men decide to momentarily pause their strenuous activities to clean you up and get you ready for your slumber. “Don’t think this is over just yet. You must pick who’ll pluck your cherry.” Yizhou replies as he calmly pats your head to sleep, your body trapped by the two concubines. 

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The night before still felt almost ordinary– almost.

You and Xavier left the office together, the air thick with static after the fight with the wanderer. Streetlights flickered like they were thinking too hard about staying on. His jacket brushed your arm in rhythm with your steps, too consistent to be accidental.

“You ever notice,” he said, eyes forward, “how quiet it gets after something unnatural happens? Like the air’s waiting to see what you’ll do next.”

You glanced up. “Yeah– I just keep thinking someone’s still watching. Maybe it’s nothing, but…”

“Residual charge from the protocore,” he interrupted softly. “They shed fragments sometimes– signal echoes. Makes your nerves misfire. You start imagining eyes where there aren’t any.”

“Imagining,” you echoed. The word didn’t feel right in your mouth.

He looked at you then, a faint smile cutting the dark. “If something were still out there, I’d notice before you did.”

“Comforting,” you said.

“Should be.”

The elevator doors opened with a hydraulic sigh. Inside, the mirrored walls caught stray reflections– your wary expression, his too-still composure, the faint pulse of city light bleeding through the glass. He pressed your floor, then his. The car rose, slow and steady, like it knew you both didn’t trust silence anymore.

The silence stretched anyway, not uncomfortable, just charged. He stood close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the clean, metallic edge of his cologne. For a second, it was easy to imagine this was the beginning of something new.

The doors slid open on your floor– and Caleb was there.

He straightened immediately, as though he’d been waiting. “Hey.” His grin came fast and nervous. “You two coming from work?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Late shift.”

Something unreadable passed between them– Xavier’s polite nod, Caleb’s too-steady smile. “Didn’t realize you were her escort service now.”

“I live upstairs,” Xavier offered, stepping aside so you could exit.

“Oh, I know,” Caleb said, and his eyes lingered on you before flicking back to Xavier. “Funny, huh? Small world.”

“Just company,” Xavier replied. The air between them changed– thicker, a shade colder.

You stepped between the tension with an exhale that felt too loud. “Relax, both of you. It’s been a long day, I'm going home...”

Caleb’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Goodnight,” you said, more command than farewell.

The doors closed behind you, and the moment you turned the corner you heard the elevator hum continue upward.

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Inside, neither man spoke for a long stretch. The soft whir of ascent was the only sound until Caleb muttered, “You into her?”

Xavier’s reflection didn’t blink. “Are you?”

“She’s my friend.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Caleb’s hand tightened around the strap of his bag. “You think you’re better for her?”

“No,” Xavier said quietly. “Just inevitable.”

Caleb turned toward him, ready to fire back– but the lights overhead flared white, a pulse so bright it cut their argument clean in half. The car shuddered once, then smoothed out, gliding toward Xavier’s floor as if nothing had happened.

Neither noticed that their reflections in the mirrored walls didn’t quite return to normal.

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You slept, you think.

The clock said morning, but everything else disagreed.

You woke to silence. Not the kind you’d grown up with– the hush of early morning, the wind rattling a screen door– but something deeper, an unnatural void that pressed against your eardrums like a vacuum. No birds. No hum of the city. The colors outside your window looked the same, but too sharp, too vibrant, as though painted by a hand that didn’t quite understand the brush, edges gleaming with an otherworldly gloss under a sky that hung too still.

Then came the knock– sharp, insistent, echoing through the hollow quiet like a heartbeat in an empty chest.

You pulled your robe tighter, the silk whispering against your skin like a lover's sigh, and opened the door. There he was: Caleb. Grinning, jittery, violet-eyed as ever with his dog tags catching the unnatural light, glinting like stars trapped in metal. He looked… the same. Almost. But his eyes held a flicker too intense, a hunger veiled behind that familiar warmth.

“I gotta– fuck– I gotta say this before I choke,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice cracking with nerves that seemed amplified, raw edges scraping the air. “I like you. Always have. Will you go out with me?”

For a heartbeat, the world didn’t move. You just stared at him, the words echoing like they’d fallen down a well. Caleb– the boy who once broke your wristwatch and spent all summer fixing it. The one who called every time you moved apartments, even when you stopped answering for a while. The one who had always been safe.

Now he looked anything but. There was a shimmer to him, a restless hum under his skin, as if he’d run here straight from a dream. His breathing came shallow, expectant, and something in your chest fluttered painfully.

“Caleb…” You meant to laugh it off, to ask if he was drunk, if this was some kind of nostalgia trip, but his eyes pinned you. Wide, violet, unblinking.

“I’m not kidding,” he said quietly. “You always know when I’m lying.”

You did. And he wasn’t.

The silence between you thickened, full of every unspoken thing– the late-night calls, the almosts, the years of pretending not to notice. Your pulse thudded in your ears. Outside, the light seemed to hold its breath with you, as if waiting for your answer.

Your heart ached with relief and confusion. “Yeah,” you whispered, almost to yourself. “Yes.”

His hand rose, cupping your face with that tender, almost clumsy touch you’d known forever, calluses rough from phantom battles brushing your skin. His thumb traced your cheek as he leaned in, eyes shining with a desperation that bordered on feral. “Can I– ?”

You nodded, and he kissed you. Gentle at first, warm, tasting of salt and breathless laughter, the kind of kiss that felt like home– familiar streets, shared secrets, the safety of years. But it deepened quickly, his lips parting yours with a soft groan, tongue slipping in to taste you like he’d been starving for this moment.

Another knock broke it– harsh, deliberate, shattering the intimacy like glass underfoot.

You pulled back, flustered, heart still stumbling, and opened the door again. Xavier stood there– hunter’s stance relaxed, eyes soft in a way you’d never seen. He smiled faintly, tilting his head. His gaze held that same impossible gleam, as if the world reflected through him instead of around him.

“I have something to say too,” he murmured, voice even, measured, but laced with an undercurrent of possession. “I like you.” His gaze didn’t waver, piercing through you like he could see every hidden desire. “So… where’s my kiss?”

The room tilted, the air thickening with tension. Your heart stuttered, pounding erratically. What?

This mirror world warped further, logic fracturing like cracked ice.

Caleb bristled, stepping closer, his body heat radiating like a furnace, dog tags clinking unnaturally loud with the shift. “You can’t just– ”

Xavier cut him off with a shrug, still watching you with that unblinking intensity, his lips curving in a subtle challenge. “Why not? If he gets a kiss, why shouldn’t I? She’s not yours alone.” He said it lightly, but something about his tone felt heavy, old– like a phrase worn smooth by centuries of use.

Caleb’s laugh came out short, sharp. “Because you don’t even know her like that.”

“I know enough,” Xavier replied, his voice almost tender. “She’s the only one I really talk to.”

The words struck you like a soft blow. You didn’t understand them, but the weight of his gaze made your throat tighten. He stepped closer, the air around him cool and oddly dense, like the calm before lightning.

Your stomach twisted, a knot of confusion and forbidden heat. “Hold on. This– this doesn’t make sense.”

Xavier tilted his head, studying you. “It will,” he said, and there was no arrogance in it– just certainty. “It always does.”

Caleb moved instinctively, as if to shield you, though from what, you couldn’t tell. His arm brushed yours, skin hot to the touch. “You don’t have to listen to him,” he murmured, eyes flicking between you and Xavier. “You know me. You trust me.”

You did. Yet your pulse jumped when Xavier smiled, small and knowing, as though he’d heard the thought before you had.

“Don’t choose yet,” Caleb urged, brushing your jaw, coaxing. His touch trembled, not from fear but from something more volatile– need, maybe. Possession. “Don’t be scared.”

“You’re making her nervous,” Xavier said quietly. His fingers slid against your hand, cool and certain, grounding you and unmooring you all at once. The contrast between them burned: one sun-hot, one shadow-cold, both too much.

They stood on either side of you now, and you couldn’t remember when the distance between them had vanished. Caleb’s breath grazed your ear; Xavier’s scent– ozone and cedar– filled the air. The walls seemed closer. The silence, thicker.

“You’ve been lonely for too long,” Xavier said softly. “Let someone take care of you for once.”

Caleb’s voice followed, a whisper at your nape. “Let us.”

It should have felt wrong– jealousy clashing like storm fronts– but the way they looked at you, pleading and desperate, stole your voice. It lit something low in your belly.

Caleb’s lips found yours again, hot and sweet, pulling you back into his orbit. Xavier pressed a kiss to your temple, slow and reverent, his breath cool against your heated skin. Their affection layered and tangled until resistance melted into confusion, then heat– a dizzying whirl of hands and mouths.

You kissed Caleb back, hungrier this time. Your fingers twisted in his shirt as his tongue plunged deeper, claiming your mouth with messy urgency.

Then Xavier’s mouth was there too, catching the corner of your lips before sliding down to your throat, nipping at the pulse point until it throbbed under his tongue. The overlap of them was dizzying– tenderness doubled, two halves of the same need pressing in, their scents mingling: Caleb’s warm musk like sun-baked earth, Xavier’s cool crispness like midnight frost.

Their touches grew bolder, no longer tentative but sure, as though you’d already been claimed in this warped reality. Caleb crowded you back against the couch, his broad frame caging you in, mouth devouring yours with a ferocity that left you breathless. His kiss turned messy, hot, tongue sliding deep until your lips tingled and your jaw ached. You moaned straight into him, the vibration echoing back.

The taste of him– warm, familiar, almost home– clashed with the frantic way he held your face, thumbs digging in as if one kiss could undo years of silence, jealousy fueling every sweep of his tongue.

Caleb’s mouth swallowed every sound as Xavier moved with unhurried precision, hands sliding down your body till he knelt between your legs like a supplicant at an altar, silver hair brushing your thighs like silk threads. His palms smoothed over your skin, parting them as easily as if he’d always had the right, long fingers coaxing your knees wider until your robe fell open around your hips.

Cool air hit your skin, chased by the heat of his gaze. He kissed the inside of your knee so softly it barely registered– then again, higher, firmer, his breath ghosting like a chill wind. The trail of kisses climbed closer, closer, until the wet heat of his mouth hovered just above the ache between your legs, his eyes locked on yours with jealous possession.

He licked you, slow and sure, dragging the flat of his tongue from your entrance to your clit in a single, devastating stroke– wrenching a gasp from you, muffled by Caleb’s relentless mouth. Your body reacted before thought could catch up, arching off the couch cushions, hips jerking helplessly toward Xavier’s face. The need hit sharp and immediate, a pulse of fire igniting your core.

"So sweet.." Xavier murmured, trailing a finger where his tongue had been.

He licked again, even slower this time, dragging the flat of his tongue from your entrance to your clit in one devastating stroke. He tasted you like nectar, a low hum of approval vibrating against your skin.

You whined into Caleb’s mouth. He groaned back, gripping your hips as though he could anchor you to him alone, his fingers bruising in jealous claim.

Xavier’s tongue moved with awful, deliberate care– circling your clit with feather-light flicks, then pressing flat to grind, retreating just enough to make you chase him with desperate twitches.

Your thighs trembled, knees pushing against his shoulders, but his hands pinned them open with quiet strength, fingers digging into flesh as if to mark you as his. Each motion catalogued you. Every gasp, every shiver, taken in until you were panting and raw, folds slick and swollen under his mouth.

Then he found the rhythm– tight flicks over your clit, tongue stroking with a pace that built heat low in your belly until your muscles coiled tight, pleasure winding like a spring.

You broke the kiss with Caleb, head falling back against the cushions, a choked moan tearing free, the sound echoing in the silent room.

“Fuck– Xavier,” you gasped, clutching Caleb’s shirt like a lifeline, fabric bunching under your nails.

The sound of someone else’s name on your lips cracked something open. Caleb stilled for half a heartbeat, his breath shuddering against your cheek.

You didn’t see his eyes darkening with alien jealousy, or the way his skin began to ripple like water disturbed from below– but you felt it. The air thickened, charged and wrong.

Caleb pulled back, his grip on your face tightening. His smile faltered; eyes flashed sharp, pupils slitting unnaturally.

“Him?” he growled, voice low and ragged, the sound carrying an echo that wasn’t human. His chest heaved, dog tags clinking as his breath came faster, the ripple spreading across his skin like tension made flesh as he stood.

Xavier lifted his head slowly, lips slick and glistening with your essence, his expression calm but eyes glowing with a faint, ethereal light. “You can’t choose,” he said softly, voice a velvet whisper laced with menace, his gaze locked on Caleb as he stood. “So we’ll keep you together. She’s not yours to hoard.”

The words hung in the air, crackling like distant thunder. Both men moved at once, a shared, unspoken surge of rivalry.

Your body still thrummed with the unfinished ache they’d stoked– every nerve alight and begging. Caleb reached you first. His hands found your waist, rough and shaking.

He dropped back onto the edge of the couch with a ragged breath, pulling you into his lap. Your legs parted to straddle him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips.

His mouth crashed into yours before you could steady yourself– hot, desperate. His tongue swept in with a whimper that vibrated against your lips, a soft, needy sound betraying the storm inside him.

You felt his fingers tremble as they slipped between your thighs, gathering the warm, syrupy slick that coated you. He lingered there just long enough to make you gasp into his kiss before dragging his hand back up.

He wrapped it around his cock– hot, swollen, thick– and stroked himself slowly, coating every inch with your essence. The wet sounds mixed with his panting breaths, his restraint fraying with each movement.

Another whimper escaped him, muffled against your mouth. His chest heaved as if the wait itself were undoing him, his hips twitching upward in tiny, helpless jerks.

Only then did he guide you down. A shuddering exhale. The head of his cock nudged your entrance before sliding in– deep, slow– claiming you inch by inch until you were fully seated.

Your walls clenched around him in a rush of heat, drawing a broken groan from his throat.

“Mn– Caleb– ‘o full– ” you whined softly, the sound trembling out between breaths.

He grinned wide, cupping your face and kissing you again, holding still so you could adjust.

Xavier’s presence ghosted behind you– a cool shadow against your heated skin. His hands slid onto your hips with firm, possessive pressure, anchoring you deeper onto Caleb’s lap.

Caleb rocked up into you with agonizing slowness, each shallow thrust a warm, rolling wave dragging through your core. Whimpers spilled from your throat. His breath hitched against your neck, fingers digging into your thighs like he couldn’t get close enough.

A shiver raced down your spine when something wet and cool brushed the sensitive skin behind you– Xavier’s tongue. Slow, deliberate circles. Each pass a patient test of nerve. His lapping turned insistent, gentle enough to make your toes curl, sharp enough to make your hips twitch.

He lingered, teasing with soft flicks, broader strokes, the slick heat of his mouth exploring every quiver and clench. Trembling, you arched back toward him; Caleb’s rhythm held you in place, the slow roll of his hips keeping you pinned while the sensations blurred together– heat and chill, pressure and pulse– until breath came in fragments.

Minutes dissolved beneath the torment. His tongue dipped and swirled, coaxing you open with patient, rhythmic presses that dragged moans into Caleb’s shoulder. Your nails scraped his back; the ache built, deep and insistent.

Then the touch changed. The cool, blunt tip of him nudged against you– slick, unyielding– circling the rim in lazy, taunting loops.

He pressed just enough to breach the edge, retreating with a hum that vibrated through your skin, then returned to tease again. Shallow dips. Stretching you inch by inch, torturous and slow, until you rocked between them without control– sobs catching, the sound breaking against the rhythm of their breath.

Caleb’s slow grinds deepened, his whimpers tangling with yours. The motion grew heavier, needier– each shift pulling another sound from both your throats.

Then Xavier eased forward, steady and unrelenting, the cool length sliding in until he was fully sheathed. The fullness struck like a storm. Your body seized around them both as they ground together inside you, separated only by that thin, fragile wall. Every movement amplified the pressure until it broke loose in a cry you couldn’t hold back.

You arched between them, a raw gasp tearing free. Caleb thrust up, hot and insistent, his hands clamping your thighs to drag you down harder, deeper, until every inch of him pulsed inside you.

Xavier’s chest pressed to your spine– cool, unyielding. His hips rolled in counterpoint, slow, measured pushes sparking electric fullness through your core, stretching you tighter with each clash of their rhythm.

Heat from below, chill from behind. Their bodies ground you open; friction built like a stormfront, your walls fluttering helplessly around them both.

Caleb thickened inside you, ridges blooming along his length like veins awakening. Each one dragged rougher with the next grind, catching and scraping in a rhythm that stole your breath.

He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through the kiss as he swelled girthier still. The textured heat locked deeper, scraping nerves that made your hips jerk wildly.

You whimpered against his lips, body clenching in reflex, only for the ridges to catch and pull– turning the ache into something sharper, consuming, impossible to escape.

Cool slickness ghosted between your thighs, slithering up from somewhere unseen to coil at your front– a smooth, pulsing tendril circling your clit in slow, teasing waves. Its tip latched on, tiny rhythmic tugs that sent fresh fire surging through your veins.

You jolted, a choked “Ahh– ” breaking loose as it sucked gently, the pressure building until your core throbbed in time with Caleb’s thrusts.

Another coil slipped higher, encircling your breast with firm, pulsing squeezes that pinched and released, each jolt flashing straight to your center. A third brushed your parted lips– slippery, insistent– sliding in to stroke your tongue with wet, twisting dexterity, filling your mouth with an alien coolness.

Caleb’s ridged length swelled inside you, desperately cursing as he thrust upward, breath shattering against your mouth.

The tendrils seemed to answer him, tightening with soft, wet pops. Cool slime spread wherever they touched, every pulse brightening the heat already burning under your skin.

You tried to breathe, to find something solid between them– but the one in your mouth flexed. The sound you meant to make dissolved into a muffled sob as your body convulsed, unraveling slowly, every motion a separate thread being pulled loose.

A sudden shift rippled through Caleb beneath you. His skin prickled hot against yours, roughening as scales surfaced, the new texture grazing your palms where you clung to him.

Inside, his cock pulsed– thickening, ridges swelling along its length. Each one caught and dragged with the slow roll of his hips, scraping your walls in ways that made your breath stutter. The flared head bloomed wider, pressing deeper, locking in with a girth that stretched you fuller, hotter, until a helpless whimper broke against his mouth.

He crushed his lips back to yours in answer, frantic and devouring. His tongue felt different now– longer, splitting at the tip, flicking and curling around yours with alien hunger. The forked ends teased in shivery strokes that drew a muffled moan from your throat.

His breath came harsh and broken against your raw lips. Saliva mixed with a faint, sweet tingle that buzzed on your tongue like venom seeping in, heightening every pass until your mouth ached from the sloppy desperation. He broke away only to chase the air, scattering hot kisses along your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth– then dove back in with a low growl that vibrated through you, pulling you tighter into his orbit.

Cool tendrils stirred then, unseen but insistent. Slick coils wrapped your wrists and tugged them high above your head, binding you open with a chill that seeped into your skin like a drug, sharpening every nerve until even the air felt electric. Another slipped around your ankle, cool and firm, spreading you wider with a gentle pull that tilted your hips, exposing more of you to their rhythm.

Xavier’s mouth found your throat, teeth grazing sharper now, every bite a spark that bloomed into heat. The tendril at your front pulsed harder against your clit, grip tightening with rhythmic sucks that tugged and released– tiny pricks grazing just enough to blur sting and sweetness. A choked “Ahh– ” escaped you as sparks raced up your spine.

Caleb swallowed the sound in another desperate kiss. His ridged cock ground deeper in response, the added girth forcing you to clench helplessly around him. The textured drag only amplified the pull, each movement rougher, more consuming.

A low, guttural “Fuck, mm– ” spilled from him as he rocked you through the wave, the sensations colliding until your whole body trembled in their hold.

Your belly already ached with fullness, every nerve screaming. Still, they didn’t stop.

Caleb slid the last thick inch into your cunt with a guttural groan, bottoming out so deep the ridges of his cock ground against your cervix, the flared head locking in place like it belonged there. Beneath the pulse of his heat, Xavier drove forward until he was fully seated, the tip of his cock flicking against your inner walls as if tasting you from the inside. A slick tendril slithered back up to your mouth, teasing your lips before sliding in again, soft and insistent, muffling the cries spilling out of you.

Sound fractured. Your body convulsed. Hips jerked without control as overstimulation swallowed you whole. Caleb caught your face in both hands, crushing his mouth to yours, swallowing every sound like he couldn’t stand to let Xavier hear it. His forked tongue tangled with yours in a slick, desperate duel.

Behind you, Xavier answered in motion– thrusting deeper, the tentacle at your clit tightening its suction, lashing mercilessly, barbs grazing just enough to sting sweetly. The one in your mouth pulsed in rhythm, slick coating your tongue until you could taste the hum of his jealousy.

Caleb pulled back slowly, every ridge dragging against your walls until your cunt spasmed around him, clutching as if to keep him there. He rocked forward again, languid and heavy, grinding so deep you swore you felt him in your chest. Each ridge caught, released, caught again with wet, obscene sounds that melted into the breath between your kisses.

Xavier’s hips rolled in counterpoint– cool thrusts meeting heat– his cock sliding out only to drive back in, the two of them pressing through the thin barrier inside you until it felt like they were clashing there, bodies using yours as the friction point for their rivalry.

The sensation became too much to name: hot, ridged cock against cool, unyielding cock, jealousy made flesh. Every motion filled you more, deeper, until you shook between them. Xavier’s tentacles heightened the chaos– the one at your clit thrumming faster, another squeezing your breast in pulsing rhythm, a third thrusting shallowly into your mouth with slick, obscene insistence.

You screamed against the pressure, nails raking down Caleb’s back, leaving streaks on the shifting skin. Your thighs clamped uselessly as they drove you past any threshold you’d known, ruined in tandem, the air thick with heat, with musk, with something too alien to be human.

Caleb kissed you through it all, panting into your mouth, words breaking apart between thrusts. “She– fuck– she’s dripping for me. Hear her? All mine.”

Xavier’s voice answered from your neck, soft but laced with triumph. “She’s milking me too. Every inch of her wants me– feel her pulse for what I give.”

Your cunt spasmed hard, walls fluttering around Caleb’s ridges until a groan tore from deep in his chest, his scales flaring in jagged flashes of heat. Your ass clenched tight around Xavier’s cock, the girth swelling in response, stretching you wider, his tentacles tugging, coaxing, demanding. Pleasure blurred with pain until you couldn’t tell what tore the sobs from your throat– your body only a vessel for their jealous war.

They didn’t rush it. The rhythm stayed slow, cruelly steady, forcing you to feel every drag, every pulse. Caleb’s cock ground through you, thick and ridged, stretching you open; Xavier’s thrusts pressed deep, precise, stroking nerves you hadn’t known you owned. Tentacles slithered around your throat in time with the motion, pulsing gently, a heartbeat outside your own. Their mouths still on you– Caleb biting your jaw with sharpened teeth, Xavier nipping your shoulder– each sting a spark. The tendril on your clit lashed in tiny, merciless flicks until your vision wavered at the edges.

Your orgasm hit like detonation. It ripped through you in a wave of heat, a supernova imploding at your core. You convulsed around them both– cunt clamping down on Caleb’s cock in frantic rhythm, ass tightening around Xavier’s length in helpless spasms– your body jerking as they held you open, forcing you through the crest. The sounds spilling from your throat were broken things, shameless and raw, muffled by the slick tentacle that filled your mouth.

Caleb groaned low, thrusting harder, ridges scraping you raw as his cock pulsed and spilled, hot ropes of glowing seed flooding you, seeping out around his base in molten trails. Xavier’s hips rolled in answer, his own release coming cool and heavy, viscous light filling your ass until it overflowed in luminous streaks down your thighs. His tentacles throbbed in tandem, each pulse dragging another aftershock through you until you shook apart.

For a breathless instant, everything stilled. The hum behind your ribs matched theirs, one pulse shared between three bodies. You thought you heard the city outside, but it was only the echo of your own heartbeat.

They didn’t stop right away. The thrusts softened, bled into each other, slowing into something almost tender– as if they could soothe the tremors they’d caused by deepening them. Your body slackened between them, trembling in small aftershocks, breath catching on every pulse that refused to fade.

Caleb’s forehead rested against yours, his voice frayed but certain. “Mine,” he whispered, reverent. “Always was.”

Behind you, Xavier’s mouth brushed your spine. “Ours, and now she’s coming home.”

The words illuminated the world. Light shimmered at the edges of the window– white first, then violet, then that impossible gold that lived behind their eyes. The floor began to hum, a low, perfect vibration that no human machine could make.

Caleb’s arms tightened around you as Xavier’s hand found yours, anchoring you between them. The sound deepened, spreading through the walls until it became a pulse you felt in your bones.

You tried to speak– to ask where home was– but the question dissolved into light.

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