"Yes! I think you might be onto something... what do you say we give it a shot?" Fey was excited now, getting on board with whatever nonsense Myro was hawking. I looked between them, confused but horny. It was a strange combo, and I resisted the urge to once again tell them to cool it. Most of the time they didn’t even seem aware that they were sending me into a heaving mess, and apparently getting excited about alien stuff wasn’t helping.
“Give what a shot?” I asked, growing frustrated.
Fey looked at me, giving me a simpering smile that said ‘oh, honey, there’s so much you don’t know.’ I wanted to shout ‘of course I don’t know, because you idiots aren’t telling me anything!’
Before I could even open my mouth, Myro cut in. “Sex. Kylie, we don’t know much about this, but we think that the reason the Coxian rulers, our parents, wanted us to stay far away from you humans is because you dull our sex drive, and possibly grant us powers. And vice-versa. It’s a theory, but we could try.”
I gaped at them. I understood what he was telling me, but I didn’t understand what he wanted us to do right now. “So... what then? Sex? With which one of you?” Despite my nonchalant tone my pussy tingled at the mere thought of fucking one of them.
Fey sent me that simpering grin again, and I resisted the urge to slap it off of his face. I looked to Myro, hoping he’d illuminate the situation. “Myro?” He was avoiding eye contact, but he sighed and turned to meet my gaze.
“Both.”
“Both?”
“Both… of us.” My eyes grew wide. I looked between them, hoping what they were saying was wrong. Fey’s grin had turned from simpering to feral and a crash of their combined power moved over me as they both thought about what it’d be like to tandem-fuck me.
They’d break me.
“Guys… I don’t know if that’s something I’m ready for? I mean, I started out with this, and I’m not sure—”, my words were cut off as their power seemed to converge on my pussy, which was already practically dripping thanks to their gods-damned powers.
Myro rushed to my side, already apologizing for his uncontrollable power. He took my hand in his, meeting my eyes. “Only if you want to. My theory is that we do it together, to see if both Fey and I are affected similarly. But only if you want to.” He whispered.
I looked to Fey, already feeling my resolve waning. I realized, I wanted them both to fuck me. Badly. He cocked his head, then leaned forward to run a warm palm up my exposed thigh. I shivered, but he stopped above my apex.
I looked back to Myro and—now practically drowning in lust—I whispered, “Okay.”
Myro’s face cracked slightly, as though he felt he was forcing me into this. Wanting to reassure the gentler of the two Coxians, I placed my palm on his cheek and said, “I really want to. As long as you’re both slow with me and listen to me, I think it’d be pretty sexy.” The twitch in Myro’s pants, on display for me as he was crouched next to me on the couch, did not escape my notice.
“Well then, shall we?” Fey now stood, offering me his hand. His twitching pants tent did not escape my notice either. Shit, what would I do with two of these gods inside of me? I gulped, but did not change my mind.
I took Fey’s hand and stood, grabbing Myro’s hand to pull him with us. “Which room are we going to use?”
Fey didn’t hesitate. “Yours of course. You’ve seen how big the bed is.”
I had.
Walking down the corridors of the ship was apparently not fast enough for Fey, because he yanked me forward and picked me up, striding off at a much faster pace. “Hey! I can walk, dumbass.” I slapped his chest, but he leaned forward and kissed the soft spot on my neck, just below my ear. I shivered again.
I peeked over his shoulder to check on Myro. He was looking down, but I could still feel his power thrumming against my skin, so I knew he wanted this, however much he might seem like he was about to be sick.
When we reached my room, Fey said, “Door, open.” The metal plate slid to the side, and Fey strode in before it was fully open.
He laid me on the bed, my robe falling off my right shoulder and stopping short of revealing exactly what they wanted. I looked up to them, Myro hesitating farther back than Fey.
“Well, how do we do this?” I asked. Not super seductive, but based on the level of their arousal I was feeling crash into me, I’d wager they didn’t require any additional work from me right now.
Fey turned to appraise Myro, expertly lifting one perfectly shaped brow.
Myro met his gaze, clenching his jaw. “It’s up to Kylie.”
Fey rolled his eyes, as if to say ‘obviously’. Turning back to me, he threw his body onto the bed to my left, then—equally dramatically—he threw his arm over his eyes. “Of course Kylie can choose, but if I have any say, I’d like to try out one of her other beautiful holes.”
Cringing at his use of ‘holes’, I pulled my legs up under me. Myro moved over and slowly sat down on my right, moving a hand up to rest on my leg. “I’ll take whatever I can get.” And then, the Coxian bastard winked at me. If it wasn’t so heartbreakingly charming I probably would have slapped him.
Instead, Fey tugged on the arm closest to him, pulling my attention away. I turned and allowed him to pull me on top of him, instantly closing the distance between our mouths. I kissed him deeply, already running my tongue along his.
As we made out like two lovestruck teenagers, I heard Myro say, “Room, dim lights.” The
