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"Fuck...fuck...fuck." 

She curses mentally as runs toward the lobby of the stupidly tall and obscenely expensive building where the damned twins, Halbrand and Annatar Maiar, live. They've been her bosses for almost a year and a half and, during that time, have made Galadriel's life a living hell. 

Unfortunately, she was fooled when applied for the position of secretary to the CEOs of Mordor Company. The pay was very good, the employee benefits were excellent, and, although she would never admit it out loud to anyone, the bosses were the hottest men she'd ever seen—they looked like Tom Ford models. 

Despite being identical twins at first glance - something Halbrand constantly emphasized when he complained about his brother dyeing his hair to avoid being confused with the younger one—their personalities couldn't be more different. 

Halbrand is an extroverted, playful, and charming character; it wasn't uncommon to find him engaging in friendly conversations with employees or attending happy hours. He has an easy smile and is a master at using his charisma to lead the company and its employees. He's also an incurable flirt, demanding from day one that she call him by his first name. With his slightly rough and unkempt appearance, always with his brown hair—slightly reddish—messed up, his lightly tanned skin, his hazel eyes with an overwhelming sparkle, and his unshaven beard, he draws sighs wherever he goes. 

Annatar, on the other hand, has a more mysterious and reserved personality, almost taciturn, but never rude. In fact, he's a natural leader—always knowing exactly what to say to get everyone to dedicate their efforts to achieving his goals. His powers of persuasion are impressive. Unlike his younger brother, Annatar always looks immaculate: his face is impeccably shaved, his clothes are tailored, his complexion is pale, his hair is long, blond, and seemingly soft, and his eyes are the same shade as Halbrand's. However, Annatar's eyes shine with a disturbing intensity, like a predator on the prowl. 

But if there's one thing the two have in common—besides inhabiting her wet, lustful dreams it's their pleasure in driving Galadriel mad with their endless demands that drive her to the brink of a nervous breakdown. 

Today, for example, a friday night, she receives a call from them informing her that they're going to a meeting with a potential future business partner and that she should go to the company, print out the necessary documents, and take them to their penthouse. 

Before Galadriel could even argue the absurdity of the request—as she had so many times before—they hung up. 

"Good evening, Miss Noldor." She greeted the receptionist when saw her entering the building. "The Maiar gentlemen told me you were coming. They said you can come in; the door is unlocked." 

"Good evening. Thank you, Waldreg." Galadriel headed toward the elevator and entered the code to access the damned penthouse. 

"Sons of bitches, wretches, spoiled little shits." 

As instructed by Waldreg, she simply opened the door and entered the apartment where she had been forced to go countless times to solve countless problems for her stupid bosses. 

She was surprised by the darkness that enveloped the apartment, but decided it didn't matter. She would just leave the damned documents in the office and go home, put on her pajamas, and watch some TV. 

The noise coming from the hallway leading to the bedrooms breaks her train of thought. 

"Are you going to let me choke on your cock, Anni? Are you going to fuck the stress out of your body with my mouth?" Galadriel hears Halbrand's deep voice. "Look at you, already hard as a rock... thinking about my mouth on you, big brother?" 

"You know you do, brat." Annatar's breathless voice comes in response. "Hurry up and use that clever, talented mouth." 

Too curious for her own good, Galadriel decides to sneak into the room where the voices were coming from. She approaches a partially open door and her jaw drops in shock when she sees it. 

The twins are gloriously naked. Annatar is sprawled on the bed with Halbrand kneeling between his legs, his face buried in the blond's groin, his lips and nose brushing against his erection. 

Galadriel feels her core heat as Halbrand kisses the head of his twin's cock with his mouth open, his lips enveloping it and sucking what appears to be pre-cum oozing from the slit. The sharp intake of breath she hears from Annatar, and his large hands sliding to grip tightly in his brother's hair, makes her struggle to suppress the moan trying to escape her lips. 

Annatar's sounds make Halbrand hum as he licks a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. Holding the base of the blond's shaft, Halbrand's mouth descends upon it, slowly descending inch by inch. His twin lets out a low moan as the younger man seemingly begins to suck in earnest, his fingers sinking deeper into his younger brother's curls. 

"Oh my God, Hal," Annatar whimpered pathetically. 

Galadriel quickly clapped her hand over her mouth. Her body burned, heat seeping down, and her pussy clenched. She hadn't had sex in months since ending her engagement to Celeborn, and her sexual frustration was growing as her attraction to her hot bosses grew. 

It had to be this. 

She was ashamed of herself for allowing her body to react this way, but it didn't matter. Her body didn't care if it was wrong or if she was invading her bosses' privacy in such a horrible way. 

She couldn't resist rubbing her pussy over her jeans, because those noises were driving her crazy, and it was getting harder and harder not to look—especially since this exact situation had been her latest fantasy these past few days, ever since she'd caught the brothers hugging tightly and kissing each other's necks when they thought no one was looking. 

The wet slurping noises that followed, along with the sucking, were making her dizzy with lust. She rubbed her thighs together, seeking some relief to steady her mind, but it wasn't enough. 

Galadriel's lips parted to release a quick breath as quietly as she could. She felt her arousal dripping down her face and soaking her panties. She nearly lost control and moaned, but barely managed to contain it. 

"Hal..." Annatar gasped. "Don't stop, fuck... Don't you dare stop. I-I'm so close..." He stuttered. 

"Come for me, big brother..." Halbrand pulled away only to grunt briefly and resumed sucking his twin's cock relentlessly. 

With a loud groan, the blond arched his back and cried out as he gripped his younger brother's hair tightly, seemingly emptying every drop of his orgasm into Halbrand's mouth, who wrung out the cum as if it were the most delicious delicacy he had ever tasted. 

Galadriel nearly comes, her fingers frantically rubbing her clit through her jeans. 

This is too much, she must be going crazy. 

Hearing the rustle of the sheets, she sees Halbrand's hands caress Annatar's thighs and kiss the head of his cock. 

"Ah," the blond moans. 

"Oh... We're still sensitive, are we?" 

Annatar sighs and tugs at Halbrand's curls, giving him a hungry kiss. 

"You conceited son of a bitch," the blond scolded his twin. 

"Now, don't curse our mother like that, Anni." Halbrand laughed wryly. 

Galadriel felt the need to run away before she was caught, otherwise she was lost. 

She turned to leave without looking back when she heard Annatar's voice loud and clear. 

"Leaving so soon, Miss Noldor?" 

Galadriel froze in place. She heard footsteps coming toward the door. 

"Didn't you like the show we put on especially for you, our little voyeur?" Halbrand spoke now, using his seductive, scoundrelly tone. 

"I...I...I...I'm sorry, I-I..." She stammered pathetically. 

"I'M FUCKED... I'M SO FUCKED" 

"Uhm... what are you sorry for, darling?" Annatar asks, tilting his head to the side with a wolfish smile and a hungry look. 

"I'm so, so sorry." She addresses her bosses, who are completely naked and out of breath. "I didn't mean to." 

"I didn't mean to?" It's Halbrand's turn to tilt his head. "Oh, princess, who are you kidding? You've been standing here for a good few minutes watching us." 

"I'm so sorry, please believe me..." She says for what feels like the umpteenth time as she begins to hyperventilate. "Oh God, I think I'm going to pass out." 

"Easy, sweet girl." Annatar says, reaching out to touch her face. "Breathe slowly." 

Galadriel struggles to calm her breathing and try to speak coherently. 

"I-I swear on my life I will never tell. Please, please, don't sue or fire me, I beg you." She feels tears of despair begin to well in her eyes. "We can pretend I never saw you and things will be completely normal. It's none of my business what you do in your private lives. Just... please." 

"Why would we do any of those things to you, Galadriel?" Halbrand asks as if it were obvious as he also approaches her. "The only thing we want from you is to know if you liked what you saw." 

Galadriel can't believe what she just heard; she must have misheard. That's the only explanation. 

"W-What?" She stammers again, seemingly incapable of speaking like a normal person. 

"You think you caught us by surprise, dear?" Annatar speaks in his sweet, persuasive voice. "Waldreg informed us when you arrived at the building. We've been planning this for weeks, little voyeur." 

Galadriel exhales, her mouth falling open in shock. She blinks and looks from one brother to the other in astonishment, her brain seeming to be short-circuiting. 

"We've noticed how you look at us, little one. Besides, you're terrible at hiding it when you're horny. Looking at us with hungry eyes, biting that pretty lip, and getting that same beautiful shade of pink on your cheeks." 

Halbrand's statement makes her blush in mortification. 

"Oh... how beautiful you look like this with your cheeks flushed." Annatar's gaze is predatory and so intense that it makes her take a small step back. 

"Don't scare her with your shark-like gaze, Anni," her other boss says, lightly patting his blond brother on the shoulder. "As I was saying, we've had our eye on you ever since you started working for us, princess." Halbrand moves smoothly to stand behind her while his brother continues to stare at her as if he wanted to devour her. "But you were engaged to that insipid Doriath, so we kept our behavior. I honestly don't know how you managed to get involved with him." 

"Indeed. A woman so small, yet who seems to have a real storm inside her, is too good for that shitty little rich kid," my blond boss says. 

"I don't understand why you're telling me all this. What do you two want from me, anyway?" She feels dizzy from all this talk. 

"We want you, Galadriel," they both say together. 

"M-me?" she croaks. 

"Yes," Halbrand replies as he leans in to whisper in her ear. "We want to worship your body and give you so much pleasure that you'll beg us to stop... and we won't." His last words are punctuated with small bites on Galadriel's earlobe. 

"Oh!" She lets out a small moan without thinking. 

"So sensitive." Galadriel can feel Annatar's breath close to her neck. "Let us show you, little one. Say yes," he whispers as he licks a long stripe of her neck. 

"I—I don't know if I should." She moans with her eyes closed, feeling dizzy from the growing sexual tension that seems to cloud the air. She's sandwiched between her bosses, the two men who look like a fucking work of art. 

"Uhm... how about we check out your pussy?" Halbrand suggests with a wolfish grin. "If she's wet for us... well, our mother taught us to be gentlemen, and leaving a woman wanting would be very rude." 

"Especially when it's the woman we've wanted for so long," Annatar says in a deep, melodic voice as his large hands unbutton her pants and slowly pull down the zipper. 

Galadriel feels a large, calloused hand dip into her panties, fingers flexing to examine the entrance to her pussy. 

"Oh God!" She sighs pathetically. 

"Good girl. Are you completely soaked like this just from watching me suck my big brother's cock, sweetie? Mmm, Galadriel?" 

"Yes... yes," she cries out. 

"And what did you like most, little one? Tell us." As her brother continues to brush his fingers against her slit, Annatar attacks Galadriel's entire neck, licking, sucking, biting. "Tell us, Galadriel." 

"You—you're so h—hot. Your cock is so big, and Halbrand took it all. That was so hot." She doesn't know what possessed her to say all that, but she couldn't stop. "I've never been this wet in my entire life." 

"And we can give you so much more if you let us, you naughty girl." She feels Halbrand's cock brushing against her ass through her jeans. "Say yes, little one. Say it. Say it." 

"Yes... oh yes, I want you to fuck me, please." She cries out. She's not strong enough not to want these two men who look like a fucking Caravaggio painting, they're so absurdly beautiful. 

"Finally, darling." 

Everything happens so fast. The hand that was on her pussy leaves, making Galadriel whimper at the loss. His hands move to between her thighs and pull her to wrap around Annatar's waist. His lips plunder hers with a greed Galadriel has never felt, and it leaves her breathless. 

The next thing she feels is the softness of the bed and Annatar's mouth releasing hers, quickly replaced by Halbrand's. His kiss is demanding, rough, hot, and incredibly sweet. 

Part of her lust-drenched brain can sense her jeans being ripped off. Now, his hands roam the pale skin of her thighs with what seems like reverence. Small open-mouthed kisses are left all along her thighs, and Annatar's head is felt between them. He inhales her soaked panties as if they were the sweetest of perfumes and then licks the entire length until he sucks on her clit. 

Galadriel's moans are swallowed by Halbrand's hungry mouth. 

"You smell like fucking heaven, little one," Annatar gasps in a voice of wonder. 

"Mr. Maiar!" She gasps loudly, pulling away from Halbrand's mouth. 

"Oh, if you only knew how many times I had to control myself not to bend you over my desk when you called me that, Galadriel." His voice darkens as he reveals his dark desires.  

"Will you let me eat your pussy, Gal? I bet you're curious about the skills you saw while spying on us, aren't you, babygirl?"  

"Y-yes, please." 

The twins switch places, and Annatar makes Galadriel sit down so he can remove the rest of her clothes. She notices him sit behind her and feel his cock against her back. 

"Fuck," Annatar murmured. "Your breasts are glorious." 

She doesn't have time to feel embarrassed by her nakedness, because Halbrand is ripping off her panties, and now there's nothing to stop them from seeing her. 

"You're so fucking hot, babygirl. A perfect, golden pussy, gushing for us," Halbrand says as he stares hungrily at her body, his hand caressing her wet cunt. 

"Yes," Annatar agrees, caressing her small breasts, squeezing the flesh in his large hand. "Beautiful, perfect. I want to bite and suck every inch of you, my golden queen."  

The next thing she feels is his hot breath fanning over her pussy, and then he begins to devour her. His tongue delves inside her pussy, sucking on her folds, pulling one and then the other to kiss. A perfect contrast to the thick beard brushing against her inner thighs. 

Pleasure races along Galadriel's skin, lighting every nerve ending and jolting down her spine to pool in her lower stomach, and Halbrand continues to lick and suck as if it were the only sustenance he needs, over and over as she grabs a fistful of his soft hair and pulls him where she wants him. This makes him growl and swirl his tongue around her clit. 

Caught between Halbrand's talented mouth and Annatar's hands teasing her breasts and giving hard sucks to every skin he can reach, her eyes roll back into her skull. Sensation after sensation washes over her, and she begins to ride the brunette's tongue, grinding back and forth to chase her orgasm. 

Galadriel tilts her head back, moaning loudly. 

"Oh, Hal... I'm going to come... Oh God..." Her thighs tremble on either side of his face, her toes curling, then her vision blurs as she falls over the edge, Halbrand working her through the peak of pleasure with gentle licks. 

Then he stops, and the twins shift. Annatar shifts to sit beside her while Halbrand sits on the other. 

"Did you like it, sweet girl?" Annatar asks, turning her face to face him. 

"Y-yes. Very much." 

"Good boy, Hal." He says and releases her, reaching out to pull his brother by the nape of the neck and kiss him sweetly in front of her. 

"Oh my God, that's so fucking hot." 

"Mmm... delicious." He groans with satisfaction as he releases his brother. "What do you want from us now, little baby? We'll do whatever you want. We're yours." 

She's surprised by the statement and starts looking from one twin to the other. They're there, expectant, just waiting for her to reveal her dirtiest desires. 

Her gaze drops and focuses on their cocks, which seem painfully hard and dripping with pre-cum. 

"I..." She begins, still unsure. 

A hand gently touches her chin; it's Halbrand. 

"You won't be judged by us, Galadriel. Be free of your shame, allow yourself to be." He speaks softly. 

She takes a deep breath, gathering courage. 

"Fuck it." 

Her gaze turns to Annatar, a hungry look that mirrors his. 

"I want to sit on your face, sir. I want you to leave my pussy wet and open while I suck Halbrand's cock.'' 

She hear two deep sighs, and if I thought the blond's gaze was hungry before, now it looked crazed. 

'’Whatever our queen wants,'' they say in unison. 

Annatar lies down on the bed, waiting for her to join him, while Halbrand kneels on the mattress. 

She straddles the blond's hips and shifts slightly, settling her knees on either side of Annatar's shoulders. 

"Sit down, darling. I'm desperate to taste you." 

And then she does. 

He brings his large hands to her ass and holds them firmly, guiding her glistening, flushed pussy to his eager mouth. 

His mouth latches directly onto Galadriel's clit, and any thoughts that had been in her head dissipated. 

He didn't start slowly, with no careful licks to warm her or teasing around her clit. No, Annatar's mouth was cruel. He sucked relentlessly, his tongue flicking against the tight bud. The way he fucked her was primal, taking what he wanted as if it were more for himself than for her. 

While she was lost in the electrifying sensations Annatar's greedy mouth was giving her, she felt a hand grip her hair tightly and pull her into a lascivious, toothy kiss. 

"My brother has a great talent with his tongue, doesn't he, Gal?"  

"Yes—yes, it feels so good!" 

"Would you like to put your pretty tongue to the test and get my cock ready to sink into your pussy, babygirl?" 

He pulls back slightly to show her his cock, and she reaches out to grab it—her hand seems even smaller around that magnificent shaft—first lightly kissing and licking its blunt head, and then sliding the head between her lips, taking in as much as she could, her lips stretching as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. 

Halbrand groaned as she began to suck him greedily, pulling him in and out between her lips, licking his entire shaft before swirling her tongue around the tip. Taking him deeper into her mouth, she hollowed her cheeks around his velvety thickness, making him grip the back of Galadriel's head tightly. 

"Jesus Christ, darling," he grunted, fisting her hair. "I can't wait to fuck your pussy if this is how your mouth feels." 

Galadriel found herself grinding against Annatar's mouth, who moaned long and hard, sending the vibrations of his mouth shooting up her spine. Suddenly, she felt a hard slap on her ass, followed by another, and another, and another... 

He slid two fingers easily into her pussy entrance, then added another to open her for them. 

She clenches her walls around his fingers, filling her just as she'd imagined when she'd admired her brothers' hands. 

The blond begins to rub and press against that spongy, deeper place, making her gasp in desperation. This made Halbrand's movements quicken; he seemed to be losing himself in the pleasure of the wet heat of her mouth. She redoubled her efforts, sucking hard. 

He groaned his release, hot jets of cum painting the back of Galadriel's throat. A clean, salty musk, all of him—she savored it. 

"Good girl, swallowing all my seed like a pretty little whore while my brother opens you up for us to fill you until you leak and ruin you for anyone else." He whispers in her ear and licks a long stripe of her neck. "Now it's your turn, cum for us, dirty baby." 

It seems the combination of that command and the force with which Annatar sucked her clit at that moment was what her body had been waiting for. Galadriel shuddered and came for a long time, almost collapsing as the hot pleasure coursed through her, gushing into Annatar's mouth. 

He slowed his pace, licking her lazily as if it were inconceivable for him to pull away. The blond let out a moan of pure pleasure and exultation. 

"Jesus, you are the sweetest pussy ever. I'd eat you for breakfast every day if you'd let me." And then he continued to clean her until he finally gave in and released her. 

She collapsed on the bed, but before she could recover, she felt one of her nipples being pinched. 

"Look at those beautiful breasts, Anni," Halbrand said with admiration. "Dazzling and pink." 

"They're nothing special," she comments unconsciously, remembering the countless times Celeborn had complained about their size. 

"They're perfect," Annatar replies emphatically as he looks at her. His gaze leaves no doubt as to how much he truly appreciates them. 

As if in some kind of synchronized dance, the two men leaned down and licked a trail from her throat to her breasts. Annatar, being more greedy, sucked her nipple straight into his mouth with such force that it was sure to leave marks, while Halbrand took his time, kissing and nipping at her small breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. 

Panting heavily, literally feeling the wetness dripping between her legs, Galadriel held her bosses' heads as they suckled her nipples for long minutes while she tightened her fingers in their silky hair as they bit down gently, sending licks of fire straight to her aching sex. 

"Oh God. Please." She sighed shakily. 

"Please, what, darling? What do you want from us?" Halbrand asked. 

"Yes, pretty girl, tell us what you need," Annatar declared. 

"I can't take it anymore. I need you to fuck me, please." She whimpered desperately. 

"If that's what you want, that's what you'll get, sweet little slut. Let's just get some con-" 

"No." She interrupted Halbrand before she could stop herself and immediately blushed with embarrassment. 

"No, darling?" Annatar asked with her creepy smile. "You want us to fill you up until all you can feel is us?" 

"I have an IUD," she began uncertainly. "If you guarantee you're clean, I want to feel your sperm inside me." 

"We guarantee you we're clean. We do regular checkups to make sure of that," Halbrand replies. "How do you want us, babygirl? Sweet and soft or rough and hard?" 

The question makes her shiver. 

"Rough, but I don't want you to hurt me." 

"Never," they both assure. 

"You're in charge here, darling. If you want to stop, that's what we'll do," Annatar says. "If something gets too much, say 'red', understand?" 

I nod. 

"Good girl." They speak together. 

"I-I want you first, Mr. Maia." 

I hear Annatar moan throatily. 

"You're the only one who hasn't come yet, and..." She hesitates for a second. "And I want to pleasure you, sir." 

"Oh, sweet, perfect Galadriel," he says with a look that's both loving and obsessive. "I'm going to fill your sweet pussy with my cum, my slutty, slutty girl." 

That statement sent shivers down her spine. 

She notices Halbrand moving away slightly to give his brother space, and her hand grips his wrist. 

"And you, Halbrand?" 

"Oh, pretty little princess, don't worry, I'm sure I'll have a great time." His eyes are mischievous and mischievous. 

Annatar quickly settles himself between Galadriel's thighs, his hands gripping her waist with a grip that will leave bruises on her pale skin. She wraps her thighs around his slender waist; he's not close enough, she wants more. His huge cock, hard as a rock, feels right against her pussy. He rubs against her, wetting himself with her juices. She shifts to try to take him inside, but he doesn't let her. Instead, he places kisses around her lips. 

"My sweet little slut, do you think you're ready for my cock?" 

"Yes, sir. I'm ready. Please fill me, fuck me.’’ 

And with that, Annatar grabs the head of his cock and presses it into her swollen, messy pussy, sliding it slowly inside her, filling her in a way that burns and stretches in the best way possible. Her sigh mirrors his. 

He continues his slow pace, as if to savor the moment. Even though he’s not all the way inside her yet, her pussy savors the feel of him and clenches. Hard. 

Annatar gasps and pushes in a few more inches. 

And finally, his pelvis is against her clit; she’s full of him, the sensation of it is too much. Her pussy continues to squeeze him, as if to take him, if that were possible, even deeper. She spurts against him. Moisture leaks out of her and runs down her ass. 

Annatar sounds like he’s being strangled, reaching down to nestle his head into her neck and breathe deeply there. 

Her body trembles, and, feeling more wanton than ever, Galadriel begins to moan and try to grind on his cock. 

His face twists into a tortured grimace, and he quickly stands up, grabbing her hips. 

"Stay still," he growls before slamming into her, starting to fuck her with deliciously brutal strokes. "Fuck, look at you taking this cock so good, you perfect little slut, you're so wet, so tight, so good..." 

She lets out a broken moan. "Sir," she whimpers. 

"Tell me what it's like to take my cock, angel. Does it feel good?" 

"Urgh, it feels good, sir. So good." Her words came out garbled as she focused on his ridges dragging against her walls, his balls slapping beneath as he began to move even faster. 

"Who's fucking you, princess?" 

"You, sir." She whimpered. "You do, please. I need more, please." 

"Yes. We're going to fill this little body like you never thought possible, until you never want anything but us, my queen." He growled, his hands squeezing her almost to the point of pain. 

Even immersed in her pleasure, Galadriel noticed Halbrand right behind his twin, kissing his neck, biting his ear. 

"Tell me what she's like, big brother," he whispered before licking the stripe that ran from her brother's neck to his ear. 

"It's the best pussy ever, little brother." The blond man responds in a strangled voice, never losing the rhythm of his thrusts. "Hot. Tight. Greedy. Perfect." 

Halbrand hums. 

When he moves his hand to circle Annatar's nipples, she notices that some of his fingers are wrapped in material. He catches her looking. 

"Oh, those are finger condoms," he says. "Did you know that stimulating a man's prostate greatly intensifies pleasure, little one?" 

I see one of his hands drop to his twin's waist. "These are incredible orgasms, aren't they, Anni?" 

A grunt is the only response the blond man deigns to give. 

Halbrand chuckles mischievously and seems to begin exploring Annatar's ass. 

"Fuck... fuck... fuck." The older twin's hips stutter and he begins to thrust at a frenetic pace. 

"See, princess?" 

Galadriel knows she should find this wrong, disgusting, debauched... but she is awash with desire and curiosity. 

Halbrand notices her gaze and gives a dark smile that promises the pleasure to come. 

"Would you like us to play with your ass, little minx? Do you want to know what it's like to have us fill every hole in your perfect little body?" He fixes her with the gaze of an absolute predator and, apparently, intensifying his efforts to stimulate his twin's pleasure. 

Annatar whimpers like a wounded animal at her brother's question, and his fingers begin pressing firm circles on her clit while his other hand comes up to squeeze her throat—a light but firm pressure. 

"Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! Jesus Christ! Sir Maiar, I'm g-going to...!" 

"That's it, babygirl. I'm going to pound into that messy pussy, but you're going to cum first. I want to feel that. I'm sure I'll love how tight your pussy will be when you come on my cock, my greedy little slut." 

Her thighs tremble, her toes curling, then her vision blurs as she falls over the edge. She throws her head back against the mattress and comes with a scream. 

Annatar grunted and groaned painfully, and Galadriel feels his cock swell, then several waves of semen flood her aching walls. He falls onto the bed, covering her with his body, kissing her cheek, her neck, her ear. Everywhere he can reach without having to move his head too much. 

"So perfect," he hums. 

After a short pause, he shifts, taking his weight off her. 

She barely has time to calm down when he withdraws before she feels Halbrand's tongue on her center. And he's relentless, circling her hole and his hand pinning her in place. 

She cries out, overwhelmed and overstimulated, with no time to recover from her previous orgasm. 

"Oh, no, I can't. Oh God, Halbrand, please, I can't. Not yet—" She whimpers. 

"I want to taste you two together so badly, darling. Can I? Please?" He begs, giving her those damn puppy-dog eyes. 

Galadriel can't resist his gaze. She takes a deep breath and nods. 

"Oh, thank you, my beautiful girl." He quickly buries himself in her pussy again, licking the sensitive flesh, humming happily. 

"Halbrand!" Galadriel cries out in ecstasy. The thought of him eating her and Annatar's sperm sends her spiraling into another orbit. 

"It tastes so good, my queen, even better with my brother's sperm inside you." 

That was the trigger. She feels another small orgasm—a milder one, but still ecstatic—and Halbrand's lips greet her with grunts. 

"So exquisite, Galadriel," he says as he pulls away from her pussy. "Now, now... you haven't answered the question I asked, princess." The brunette says with a wry smile as he wipes the excess fluid from his beard. 

Galadriel looks confused. 

"Question?" 

"Would you like us to make room in your asshole so we can both fill you completely at the same time?" He answers her inner question. 

Her eyes widen and Galadriel feels her body tremble. 

"I've never done this," she whispers. "You said you wouldn't hurt me. You're..." She hesitates. "Too big." 

"Oh, little princess." Halbrand brings his hands to her hair and strokes it tenderly. "We have experience with this, my dear. We would never hurt you. If you want to have this experience with us, we'll prepare you so you won't feel any pain.'' 

Galadriel nods, but still feels insecure. She wasn't stupid and had read online accounts of women sharing their experiences with stimulation and anal sex. Those who gave positive feedback unanimously said that their partners' knowledge of the practice was the key to having an unforgettable experience. 

''Galadriel, look at me,'' Annatar pleads tenderly. ''We've already told you, you have all the power here. If you don't want to try it, we won't. If you want to do this and, at any point, feel it's too much, we'll stop.'' 

Galadriel ponders the twins' words for a moment. She's curious, and from what she's seen all night, they really know what they're doing. 

''If I say the safe word, will you stop immediately?'' They nod. 

She takes a deep breath and makes her decision. 

"Yes, I want to try." 

The twins' smile, unlike what she had expected, isn't malicious, but genuinely happy. 

Halbrand gently takes her hand and begins to kiss each knuckle. 

"Thank you for giving us your trust, Galadriel. We will not disappoint you." 

Her heart races at the display of consideration and respect these men are showing her. 

Galadriel, throughout her life, hadn't had many sexual experiences, but tonight, all her most erotic desires were coming true. 

They were making her feel beautiful, desired, respected, powerful. 

"But first, I want to have you for myself, babygirl." 

She comes back to reality when she feels Halbrand's kisses trail up her arms, her shoulders, her neck, until he brushes his lips against hers and kisses her with sweetness and devotion. His tongue slides into Galadriel's mouth, and they begin an erotic dance that makes her moan softly. 

"You taste so good. Your skin, your mouth, your pussy... all of you," Halbrand says against her lips. "Would you get on your knees for me, my little queen?" 

"Yes." She sighs, eyes closed in response. 

Galadriel gasps when, abruptly, Halbrand flips her onto her hands and knees, and soon she feels him plunge two fingers into her core, feeling her walls still trembling from the twins' ministrations. 

"Fuck, you're still soaking wet for me, babygirl." 

He runs his other hand reverently down her spine, lowering his lips to kiss each vertebrae of her spine, his clever fingers feathering over her skin, memorizing every dip and curve, sending delicious shivers down her spine. 

However, when he reaches her ass, he kneads her cheeks firmly. 

"Oh, fuck, you have a perfect ass," he groans. "I lost count of how many times I wanted to squeeze it when you swayed past the office in your damn high heels." 

"Please, Halbrand..." Galadriel whimpers. 

His fingers were touching every sensitive spot in her pussy at a maddening pace. 

His fingers slipped from her pussy, and she felt the head of his cock position itself at her slit. One hand was on her hip, the other guiding him until he was just inside. Then he placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed himself inch by inch into her wet heat. 

"I knew you'd take my cock so well... your pussy is a fucking dream, my most perfect little whore." Halbrand pulled out painfully slowly before sheathing himself to the hilt inside her. "This pussy..." he continued as Galadriel felt the exquisite ache of her walls stretching to receive him. "So tight. So hot and tight for me. Fuck!" he stammered. 

His hands grip her hips tightly, and his thrusts begin, slow and deep, taking their time as he sheathes his cock inside her. He moans and gasps. 

"So good, Hal," she grunts. 

One of his hands releases her hip to cup a breast and tease the taut bud of her nipple. She pushes desperately against his cock. 

"Christ, you're so beautiful," he murmurs against her neck, then quickly returns to gripping her hips with both hands. 

It is at this moment that Galadriel turns her face to the side and sees Annatar kneeling right next to them. One of his hands holds a tube of what appears to be lubricant, while the other's fingers are covered in what Halbrand had called a finger condom. 

"Now, darling, I'm going to finger your pretty little hole. You may feel some discomfort at first, but Hal and I will do our best to distract you from it." He smiles sweetly at her. "What's your safe word if you feel pain you can't bear?" 

"Red," she answers breathlessly. 

"Good girl." 

"We need you to bend over, princess. Put your face on the bed and stick that glorious ass out for us." She hears Halbrand's plea as she feels his hand applying gentle pressure to her shoulder blades. Galadriel arches her back and sticks her ass out for them. 

"So good for us, pretty baby." Annatar purrs appreciatively. 

Halbrand uses both hands to spread her ass cheeks apart. She's never felt so exposed and vulnerable in her life. 

"Such a beautiful ass," he praises his scoundrel twin. "We'll take good care of it, darling." 

She feels something cool on the sensitive skin of her hole and tenses immediately. 

"Easy, little one. This is the lube. We need you to relax. If you tense up like that, it will be painful," the blond explains. "Relax." 

She takes a deep breath and does her best to relax her body. 

"Good girl," the twins say together. 

Galadriel notices the sensation of fingers gently massaging around that ring of muscle, slowly coaxing it to relax. She can't name the feeling of realizing the tip of her boss's finger inside her ass. 

It's strange and a little uncomfortable, but she doesn't feel pain. 

Annatar's finger gives light thrusts and begins to sink a little deeper inside her, and a little deeper, until Galadriel tenses again. 

Noticing her tension returning, Halbrand quickens the pace of his thrusts slightly, and she feels his fingers massaging her clit, making her moan pathetically. 

"Shh... You're doing so good, baby. So good." 

Annatar seems to take advantage of her distraction to continue his ministrations. 

"You already have a whole finger of mine inside you, darling. Can I continue?" 

"Yes," she cries out, lost in the delicious haze of lust, feeling close to coming. 

"Ah ah ah, baby. Not yet." Halbrand removes his finger from her clit and quickens his pace a little more. 

"Please, I-I'm so close," she begs. 

And so it goes on. Halbrand brings her close to release and pulls away. Annatar progresses carefully, applying more and more lubricant to avoid any pain. 

"That's three fingers now, little one," he says. "I'll put a plug in now so you stay stretched like this. Let me know if it hurts too much." 

Galadriel just nods. She's so desperate to come that she pays little attention to the sensation of the cold object being inserted into her ass. 

"Please, I can't take it anymore. I need to come, please." Frustrated tears fall from her eyes. 

At that moment, she notices Annatar pulling away from them, and, as if a beast freed from its leash, Halbrand sets a punishing pace, angling his hips to slam the tip of his cock into a spot that makes her cry out. 

"Fuck, Halbrand, yes. Right there, please, yes." She screams in desperation. 

She begged and begged, writhing against the relentless pleasure of her body as he continued to thrust mercilessly into her welcoming body. 

"You feel so good, baby. I'll never get tired of this—ever. I want to feel you for the rest of my days." He seemed possessed as he fucked her senseless. 

He then pulled her hair, forcing her to rest on her hands for support. His thrusts became more erratic, and his fingers attacked her clit. 

Galadriel felt herself slipping into a state of delirium, whimpering and drooling as she came hard on Halbrand's length impaled inside her. 

"Fuck, so tight." He cursed. "I'm going to fill that golden pussy, my sweet little slut." 

He comes with an animalistic groan, filling her with his cum. 

Galadriel feels completely boneless and collapses onto the bed with Halbrand still inside her. 

"I'll never tire of telling you how perfect you are, little angel," he whispers in her ear as he presses tender kisses. 

She wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to it, but fuck, it felt incredible to be so desired. 

He pulls out with a pained groan. 

"I'll need time to recover, Anni." 

"Oh, don't worry about it." She hears the blond man use a mocking tone. "You can enjoy the view as much as you like." 

He lies down on top of Galadriel, careful not to put all his weight on her. 

"Are you very tired, little one? Would you like to take a break, drink some water?" he offers. "We'll stop if that's what you want." 

Galadriel considers if that's what she wants. She feels tired, but the prospect of this never happening again lingers, and she knows she would regret not experiencing everything the twins offered her. 

"I can continue," she says, batting her eyelashes in what she hopes is a seductive way. "I want to continue, sir, please." 

As if to prove the success of her attempt at seduction, she feels Annatar's cock—which is on high alert—stretch even harder and longer against her back as he stares at Galadriel with his hungry expression. 

"I'm trying so hard to be nice to you, Galadriel." The way he says her name always gives her goosebumps. "But you make it so difficult for me." 

He takes a deep breath. 

"If I start now, darling, I won't stop unless you use your safe word. If you don't, I'll eat your pretty peach ass until I'm full." He threatens. 

"Please, sir. I want you." She whimpers. 

Her words seem to have snapped the blond's last thread of restraint as he attacks Galadriel's lips in a relentless kiss. He bites her lower lip—making her give a soft, pained cry—and then his teeth move on to attack her shoulders, back, hips, and finally her ass. 

Perhaps she should have scolded him for this primitive behavior of wanting to mark her completely, but her rational side has been trapped and gagged in the recesses of her mind since she entered that room, and—at that moment—she can only moan at her boss's display of dominance. 

Suddenly, she feels Annatar gently tug at the plug inside her ass. When the object is removed, Galadriel isn't sure what to call the sensation, nor does she have time to think about it, as her boss's tongue is exploring her previously untouched region. 

"Oh, no, stop, sir! It's dirty!" she cries out in embarrassment. 

"Nothing about you is less than perfect, delicious, and irresistible, my precious." He says it quickly, and she can feel Annatar's tongue inside her hole. 

"Oooh... fuck! Oh fuck! Jesus Christ! Fuck!" She grips the bed sheets and curses, feeling delirious, as she hears her boss's satisfied moan. 

When he's satisfied, Annatar pulls his mouth away, and she watches him move to grab the lubricant and spread a generous amount all over his length, returning to position himself above her immediately. 

"Okay, babygirl, I'm going to put it in nice and slow, and you tell me if it's okay or if it's 'red', understood?" 

She nods and takes a deep breath, reminding herself to try to stay relaxed. 

"That's it, my most perfect girl. Relax.’’ 

He spreads her ass cheeks, and then she’s letting out a deep moan as Annatar’s hard cock is inserted into the tight ring of muscle and begins to slide slowly inside. The sensation is completely new, so taboo and dirty in her mind that it makes her shiver, and unlike what she imagined it would be, she moans with pleasure. 

‘’Is everything okay, sweetheart? Tell me how it feels,’’ he asks breathlessly. 

‘’Oh... It’s good. Different. I th-... I think I like this,’’ she confesses. 

‘’Oh, fuck. Thank God, sweetheart.’’ She feels him give a strangled chuckle. ‘’I’ll keep going now. Stay relaxed, I’ll take my time.’’ 

He pulls back slightly, adding more lube to his shaft before driving in a little deeper, slowly and with tortured moans, until he’s fully inside her. 

Galadriel whimpers at the delicious intrusion, her nails digging into the fabric of the bed—which she believes is riddled with tears caused by her. 

"Oh my Jesus! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Annatar curses, his head resting against the juncture between her shoulder and neck, holding himself still so she can get used to the intrusion. "Such a good girl taking all my cock in that tight little ass, my pretty little whore." 

"Oh shit, do you like this, baby?" She hears Halbrand's voice ask and turns her face to face him. 

"Yes... yes." 

"I think you better get excited soon, little brother. It feels so good I don't know how long I can last." Annatar grunts to his twin. "I can't stay still anymore, I need to fuck you, my princess. I'll go really slow, I promise.’’ 

He begins a languid rhythm of thrusting in and out, the slow drag of his cock filling her with molten pleasure. 

"Oh, shit. God, that feels so fucking good, sir." She gasps. 

"Your little ass is sucking my cock so hard it feels like it's going to break, my slutty girl." 

Annatar continues a rhythm of short thrusts—talking dirty and planting warm kisses on her skin—for long moments. 

"Babygirl?" She opens her eyes, and I see Halbrand with his characteristic mischievous smile, watching me, his pupils blown wide with desire. "You still want this? To be stuffed with both of our cocks at the same time?" 

"Yes... I do, I want both of you inside me. I need to feel them both filling me." She slurred her words, her mind immersed in deep pleasure and anticipation of being filled with Halbrand and Annatar's cum all at once. 

The twins made a sound she could almost identify as a growl. 

"Fuck! If this is our queen's wish, this is what she'll get." The brunette spoke, his voice distorted with desire. 

Annatar slipped out of her, and Hal lifted her off the bed as if she weighed nothing, hooking his arms under each of her knees to spread her wide. 

"Put your arms around my neck, pretty thing." 

The blond rose to stand directly behind her, supporting her weight with his fingers spread across her ass, cupping both cheeks with the massive expanse of his hands. 

Each twin kisses one of her cheeks sweetly and whispers in sync. 

"Are you ready, darling?" 

Galadriel nods, her heart pounding furiously. 

Halbrand is the first to enter her, sliding into her used, soaked pussy with ease. 

"Oooh... shit, I swear I'd die happy if I could spend the rest of my days inside that wet, delicious pussy." He grunts, his lips close to hers. 

She notices Annatar's hot breath on her neck. 

"Are you ready, little brother?" He asks behind her. 

"Ready. And you, sweetie?" 

"I'm ready," she murmurs, kissing Halbrand's neck. She feels weightless, suspended between these two beautiful men. She is surrendered to them, there is no thought, only the three of them exist there. 

Annatar applies another generous amount of lubricant to his palm and coats his cock before bringing it back to her ass, much easier this time. 

The sound of the three of them moaning in unison explodes in the room. 

Galadriel feels so full, and she tightens her arms around Halbrand's neck with all her remaining strength. She's a raw wire of sensation, drunk with desire and pleasure. 

Slowly, Annatar moves his hips, gently stroking inside her, and if Halbrand's breathy moan is any indication, she's almost certain he can feel his brother's cock against his own, separated only by a thin wall of muscle. 

"Does it feel good to have us both inside you, princess? Does it feel good? It's okay if you want to stop," Halbrand says, his teeth clenched in concentration to stay coherent. 

"It's good... It's okay. I want to take everything you have to give me. Please.’’ 

 ‘‘Holy shit,’’ she hears Annatar curse behind her. 

 They both begin thrusting together, fucking her with slow movements. 

 ‘‘She’s so beautiful, brother.’’ The brunette groans. ‘‘All filled with both of us—’’ 

‘‘Fuck, you feel so good, so perfect, Galadriel.’’ The blond’s breath is hot on her shoulder as he kisses her between words. 

The previously unknown pleasure shook her deeply. All she knew was feeling. Feeling the wetness, the slaps of flesh on flesh, gasps, moans, growls, sloppy kisses and bites on her neck, jaw, collarbone, breasts. Sweat seeping from their bodies, the heat and scent of musk filling the room. 

The two men slowly begin to quicken the rhythm of their synchronized movements, a sinful dance of bodies desperate for pleasure. 

Halbrand leans down to pull one of her nipples into his mouth, and Annatar holds her hips in place as if she were a rag doll for them to do whatever they please. 

"I'm so full—" Her voice is ragged, interspersed with sighs between the twins' increasing thrusts. 

"Our perfect girl, hungry for our cocks." Halbrand laughs breathlessly. 

"G-God, fuck, so tight, so hot. You’re a fucking addiction, our beautiful little slut,” Annatar says in a dazed voice. 

Galadriel is in ecstasy, her eyes closed and completely focused on the primal debauchery of that moment, drowning in it, being swept away by it. 

“Please, fuck me. Harder. I want to come with both of you inside me.” She begs as she brings her hand up to rub her clit. 

The twins stop holding back. Annatar pumps into her harder, Halbrand joining him as his cock brushes the spongy part of her pussy. 

Galadriel’s toes curl with the flood of sensations coursing through her. Her clit, her pussy, and her ass lit up like a supernova about to explode. It was only a matter of time before she felt herself spurt. 

"Oh my God, fuck, princess, you're squirting!" Halbrand exclaims exultantly. "Anni, can you feel it?!" 

"Good God, yes! You're such a dirty little whore, so fucking delicious, squirting to make us go crazy." The blond growls in her ear. 

The twins tighten their grip around her torso and press their foreheads to either side of her neck. Galadriel feels herself floating, nothing but nerve endings and wet holes eager to feel the cum of those two men dripping from her. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Halbrand whimpers like a wounded animal. "Oh Galadriel!" 

His hips stutter, and he presses his pelvis upward as he cums deep inside her, throwing his head back. "Oh, shit. That feels so fucking good." 

"Fuck!" That was all Annatar could manage before he reached his own orgasm a second later, a choked moan forced through his teeth, and he thrusts into Galadriel's ass, milking everything his cock has to offer until there's nothing left to give. 

And she collapses onto the blond's chest, sighing wearily, yet satisfied at having had the best sexual experience of her life. 

After a few seconds of deep breaths, they both cautiously withdraw from her and lay her on her side on the bed, lying down as if to envelop her in a cocoon of sweaty, warm bodies. 

"Are you okay?" Annatar asks, running his palm up and down her spine. 

"Was it too much? Did we hurt you?" Halbrand caresses her cheek, looking at her with a genuinely concerned expression. 

"I'm fine. Just tired and hungry." She notices their semen dripping from their holes. "You were very careful with me. Thank you." 

"We're the ones who thank you for trusting us, dear," Annatar says sweetly, and the two men place small kisses on her shoulder and lips. "As for your hunger, I'll take care of that." 

"How about a warm, relaxing bath, princess?" Halbrand asks, nuzzling her nose with his. "I'd love it if you'd let us wash your beautiful golden hair." 

"That sounds perfect to me," she says with a small, grateful smile. 

"Stay there and get some sleep if you want. We'll take care of everything.'' 

In what seemed like just the blink of an eye, Galadriel felt the lightest caress on her face and slowly opened her eyes. 

''Sorry, my angel. You look so beautiful sleeping peacefully in our bed, but you need to eat,'' Annatar said affectionately to her. 

That was one of the things that would impress her most about him tonight. The taciturn and indifferent Mr. Maiar had a sweet side. 

He brought her a tray with various treats and fruits and handed her a Gatorade so she could hydrate. 

Halbrand soon joins them, and the three begin to eat. The twins insist on feeding Galadriel, much to her dismay, but she doesn't have the strength to argue. 

Once they're satisfied, Halbrand takes her in his arms, and they head to a bathroom that must be the size of her apartment, with a huge bathtub—she would easily classify it as a small swimming pool. She is gently lowered into the warm water, and all her muscles seem to relax instantly. 

Her superiors begin to bathe her diligently. Halbrand washes her long hair, gently massaging her scalp, and untangling it. Meanwhile, Annatar cleans her body as if worshipping it, washing away all the sweat and pleasure that had clung to her. 

She had never felt more cared for, more cherished, more beautiful than in that moment. 

When the three of them are thoroughly clean, the twins switch positions. Annatar dries her hair, and Halbrand dries her entire body, applying ointment to the reddened skin of her bottom and a gently scented oil that relaxes her. 

She is carried to bed, so exhausted that she feels herself falling asleep before she even reaches the mattress. 

Galadriel has never had such a good night's sleep, and she feels surrounded by a cozy warmth when she awakens. 

She finds Halbrand's sleeping face resting on hers, one of his huge hands holding hers, and his long legs are intertwined with hers. Annatar's arms encircle her waist, pressing her back against his chest, and she feels his warm breath on her neck. 

She is captive between these two men, and after everything she did to them last night, she has no idea how she will ever be able to look at them—or worse, how she will work for them. 

Knowing the reputation of the Maiar twins—the most eligible single (and promiscuous) millionaires in the city—she knew last night was just a diversion for them. 

"An affair with the secretary... what a shitty cliché." 

Galadriel almost smirks at the situation she finds herself in. 

She reasons that she has only two options: 1. Pretend that night never happened and continue working for them; or 2. Quit immediately. 

She didn't know if she could adopt the first option—Halbrand's speech last night about her being terrible at hiding anything was indicative of that. As for the second option, if she resigned immediately, she would have to return to live with her parents in Valinor until she found another job. 

"How did I get myself into this situation?! Ugh... I'm screwed." 

Galadriel sighs heavily, but immediately regrets it as Halbrand begins to stir lazily. When his beautiful forest-green eyes gaze at her, she holds her breath. 

"I don't think I've ever had a more beautiful awakening in my entire life," he says with a sweet yet mischievous smile on his face. 

It should be illegal to be so handsome and adorable like this. 

Before she can think of anything to say, his lips land softly on hers, and he gives her several tender pecks that make her heart melt. 

"Good morning, my lady of light." 

Suddenly, Annatar's arms tightened around her, and she felt kisses being placed on her neck and shoulders before she was abruptly turned to face him. 

His hair was disheveled, expression relaxed, and eyes shining with adoration made her gasp. 

"Good morning, my queen," he greeted her, imitating his younger brother by planting warm kisses on her lips. 

"G- good morning, Mr. Maiar." She croaked shyly and pulled away from their strong arms to sit on the bed. 

"Are you okay?" That thing about them speaking together was sometimes scary. 

"Yes," she replied in a shy whisper, feeling herself blush to the roots of her hair as she remembered she was completely naked. "I- I'll be going now." She needed to run away as soon as possible. 

"Go?" they ask in unison once more. 

"Yes." She gets out of bed and quickly searches for her clothes, finding them folded on a chair in the corner of the room. "I s- I shouldn't have slept so long. I have things to do today. I'll see you on Monday." Galadriel spits hastily as she walks as fast as she can toward her clothes. 

"Galadriel, stop. What are you saying?" I hear Annatar's voice question as if I were talking nonsense. "Why are you running like that?" 

She doesn't answer, her mind completely focused on getting dressed and running away as fast as her heels would allow. 

But she only had time to put on her panties when she felt a hand touch hers and pull her to slap Halbrand's chest, covered in a fine layer of hair. 

"Stop, Gal. Talk to us. What's going on?" He studies her face, trying to decipher her behavior. "Did we hurt you, is that it?" 

"No," she screams. 

"Did we force you?" Annatar asks as she approaches them. 

"No, no. Yesterday was the best sex I've ever had in my life." She spits and freezes, eyes wide, realizing what she'd just revealed. 

"So why are you like this? Why are you running away, angel?" Halbrand's hands touch her cheek as he questions her with a smile. 

"YOU ARE MY BOSSES!" She bursts out, pulling away from the dark-haired man. "I work for you, and now I don't know how to act, how to look at you and pretend last night never happened. I probably won't be able to do that, and the prospect of being unemployed and returning to Valinor isn't very appealing to me." 

Once again, she's said too much. 

"I need to get out of here, I need to breathe and think about what I'll do now." She sighs wearily. 

" What do you think last night was for us, Galadriel?" It's Annatar's voice, his tone soft. 

"I don't know. A one-night stand, a conquest, a secretary fetish..." She feels the sting of unshed tears in her eyes. 

"We're in love with you, Galadriel." 

She freezes in place and lifts her head to look at them, completely stunned. 

"What?" She must have misheard. 

"That's right. We've been in love with you for months." 

The twins look at her intensely. 

"No. You don't. I know how famous you both are. I'm just another hookup to add to your list." 

"Don't you dare talk about yourself like that, Galadriel." Halbrand gives her an indignant look. 

"How long has it been since you heard any rumors or news about us?" Annatar asks. 

She remembers conversations with Disa and Mirdania about the twins' change in behavior. They weren't going out at night, they weren't seen with women, they didn't ask her to arrange dates or dinners that weren't work-related. 

"Three months," she whispers. 

"How long ago did you break up with Doriath?" This time it's Halbrand who presses. 

She takes a deep breath and her mouth drops open. 

"No... it can't be."  

"T- Three months." 

"Exactly," they both say together. 

Her bosses. The ones who make her life hell, who screwed her over until she doesn't know her own name. They're in love with her. 

"I don't know what to say." She feels dizzy. 

"You don't need to say anything now, my dear," Annatar says as they both reach out to touch her. 

"We just wanted you to know. And to think about giving us a chance." Halbrand smiles fondly. 

"You mean a relationship? The three of us?" 

"Yes," the twins respond in unison. 

"We're both in love with you, and we know you want both of us. So, that's it." Halbrand shrugs as if stating the obvious. 

"Have you guys ever done this? A threesome?" 

"We've never been in love with anyone before, but being twins, we learn to share." Annatar responds with that unnerving smile Halbrand calls the ‘shark smile.’ 

"But I work for you... that would be completely unethical." 

"Galadriel... we have at least three couples and one threesome at the company," Halbrand says, rolling his eyes at her. 

"I- I... it's a lot." 

"You don't need to decide anything right now, sweetie," Halbrand says, kissing the palms of each of her hands. 

"You have all the time in the world to think about it." Annatar smiles at her. "We just ask that you think about it carefully, please." 

"Maybe thinking about last night will help you make your decision," Halbrand suggests, and they both laugh mischievously at her. 

"Okay, okay... I'll think about it." She promises. 

"Now, now. What does our queen want for breakfast?"