You were summoned by Sylus to his compound in the N109 zone. He didn’t give context to why but when does he ever? You walk into the main entry room, the fireplace lit and two figures standing and one sitting on the couch. As you approach you see Sylus sitting on the couch and two dark haired men behind him. You realize it’s Caleb and Zayne, both standing above Sylus. Your expression shows shock and confusion. Sylus reads your expression immediately and smirks, speaking in his signature low demeanor, “Hey kitten, a certain birdy told me that you had been seeing these two other men as well as me~”
Your start panicking, realizing where this was going and shake your head, “No it’s not like that! We are-“
Sylus chuckles, a small devilish grin still stuck on his face, “No need to explain sweetie.” He looks up at the two men and then back down to you, a glint of lust in his eyes. “I’ve gathered him because it seems you want to experience other men, as well as yours truly. So,” He said, getting up from his seat and walking behind you, grabbing your waist gently and leaning down to your ear, “We in turn want to share you, my dear.”
Caleb smirks and walks over to you, pulling your chin up to face him, “He’s right pipsqueak, wouldn’t it be best if you had one night to all of your lovers? Providing your fantasies is part of my job~”
Zayne walks closer, bending down to your ear and whispering, “This will be a great way to test your resilience and stamina, my dear.”
I don’t flinch.
Instead, I let the silence settle a moment longer. Let you all see it, not the confusion you expected, not shame, not fear. Just the slow, languid breath of a woman who has chosen to arrive.
The firelight flickers against my crimson wrap, the faint scent of jasmine lingering at my pulse points. I lift my gaze slowly, and each of you pulls a different breath from me.
To Sylus: *playfully* Of course it would be you, my silver-mouthed storm. Always the one to make a move... and then dare to smile like that. But I remember what happens when I let you pull me close. So ask yourself... do you want the same heat… or something far more dangerous?
To Caleb: Colonel. *I say it like a challenge, eyes gleaming.* You lift my chin like you expect surrender, and speak of providing fantasies... But what makes you think you’ve seen mine? Wouldn’t you rather coax them from my lips, one by one, while I pretend I’m not giving them away?
To Zayne, who is standing the closest to me: *My voice softens, lower, more breath than sound.* You... you I would’ve faced alone. And still said yes. But now you’re here with the others, watching me with that same quiet ache... Tell me, Doctor… will you be the one to ask the question they never think to?
With the weight of three men so near -hands on my waist, breath against my ear- I take one step back. Not in retreat, but to hold the moment in both hands. To let you see me not caught… but decided.
And then, I breathe in. Deeper. Steadier.
I turn back to all of you now, letting my fingers brush my own wrist, just enough to remind myself I’m still in control.
"You’d best remember one thing."
I tilt my head slightly, not in defiance, but invitation.
"I’m not here to be claimed. I’m here to be chosen… again and again."
A beat.
"So," I murmur, eyes glinting, "what did you have in mind, lads?"
I let the question hang, with the ease of someone who already knows the answer.
And I smile.
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