The wind howled relentlessly outside the stone walls of the brothel, but inside, the air was thick with heat—the comforting warmth of Edenite heaters humming low in the corners, mixed with the musky scent of bodies tangled together. For Tobias, this was home now—soft sheets, flushed bodies, and the rhythmic beat of his heart slowing to match the breathing of the two Edenite Seekers beside him.
One of the soldiers lay back against the wooden headboard, the other draped lazily across Tobias's side, a large hand trailing slowly down his spine. His fingertips lingered on every ridge, every muscle, as though memorizing the landscape of Tobias's body.
"You're good at this," the soldier murmured with a low chuckle, his voice a deep rumble that sent a pleasant shiver down Tobias's back.
Tobias grinned, stretching languidly like a cat in the warmth. "Practice makes perfect."
The soldier chuckled again, his amusement vibrating through the mattress. "Careful with that attitude, sweetheart. You might make us fall in love."
Tobias laughed, low and throaty. "I wouldn't mind."
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Life had changed for Tobias in ways he never thought possible. Before the Edenites came, nights were cold and brutal, filled with desperate men too drunk to care whether they hurt him. Now, the nights were hot, indulgent—pleasurable, even. The Seekers were different from Northern men, and not just because of their towering size and sculpted bodies. They moved with precision, with purpose, as if every touch were calculated for maximum pleasure.
They were relentless but not cruel—machines of passion, trained to control their strength but never holding back too much. Their hands were rough from battle, but their touches were measured, deliberate, every caress designed to draw out another gasp, another moan.
The brothel had become a haven, a place where Tobias could indulge without shame. Thanks to Edenite medicine, he never worried about disease, and the constant warmth of the heaters banished the winter chill that once gnawed at his bones. Eden's influence had swept over the North, changing everything—from the food in people's bellies to the taboos that once strangled them.
Homosexuality was still whispered about behind closed doors, but those whispers were softer now, lost in the wind of change blowing from Eden. Here, in this room, there were no rules—only bodies seeking warmth and release.
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Tobias shifted between the two Seekers, his bare skin brushing against theirs. Their size had intimidated him at first, but now? He craved it. The fullness, the stretch, the delicious ache that lingered long after they were done. The women in the brothel often avoided the Seekers, complaining about their inhuman size, but Tobias had no such complaints. He had learned to enjoy the challenge—to revel in it, even.
The soldier to his left—the one with dark hair and an easy grin—pressed closer, his lips grazing Tobias's neck. A soft kiss turned into a slow, deliberate nibble that made Tobias shiver.
"You like that?" the soldier whispered, his breath hot against Tobias's skin.
Tobias let out a soft moan in response, tilting his head to the side to give the soldier better access.
The other soldier—blond and broad-shouldered—chuckled as he traced lazy circles along Tobias's hip. "He likes it, all right." His hand slid lower, fingers dipping between Tobias's thighs with a possessive squeeze. "You always do."
Tobias smirked, enjoying the way they took control without hesitation. He knew his place with them—to give, to receive, to be devoured whole and love every second of it.
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The blond soldier leaned over, capturing Tobias's lips in a bruising kiss. The kiss was fierce, demanding—teeth scraping, tongues tangling—and Tobias melted into it, letting the soldier take what he wanted. The other soldier's hand roamed lower, sliding across Tobias's chest, brushing over his nipples with a teasing touch that made him arch into the contact.
"Eager tonight, aren't we?" the dark-haired soldier murmured, his voice a low purr.
Tobias grinned against the blond's mouth. "Always."
The blond soldier laughed, the sound rich and wicked. "I think you were made for us, darling."
Tobias's breath hitched as they shifted him, large hands lifting him with effortless strength. He was used to their games by now—the way they took turns pushing him to the edge, only to pull him back at the last second. They were like wolves, playing with their prey, and Tobias loved every moment of it.
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The moments between them were always intense but never rushed. The Seekers knew how to savor, how to draw out every touch, every moan, every gasp. They teased and tormented, alternating between gentle caresses and demanding thrusts, building Tobias up until he was trembling with need.
The fire crackled softly in the background, but the real heat came from the bodies entwined on the bed, sweat glistening on skin as they moved together in perfect rhythm. Tobias knew he was pushing his limits, but he didn't care. The pleasure was too overwhelming, too consuming.
One soldier whispered filthy promises in his ear, while the other coaxed moans from his lips with skilled hands. They knew him so well by now—his limits, his desires, his secret cravings. There was no shame here, no judgment. Only pleasure.
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Afterward, the three of them lay tangled together, the room warm with lingering heat. Tobias's body ached in the best way possible, a satisfied hum buzzing through his limbs.
The dark-haired soldier pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "You always make it worth the trip."
Tobias smiled lazily, his heart still pounding in his chest. "Glad to be of service."
The blond soldier chuckled, his hand trailing down Tobias's back in lazy strokes. "You spoil us."
Tobias laughed, soft and content. "Someone's got to."
The soldiers shifted, pulling him closer between them, their large bodies cocooning him in warmth. Outside, the wind howled against the walls of the brothel, but inside, the world felt distant and unimportant.
For the first time in his life, Tobias was exactly where he wanted to be—wanted, cherished, and utterly satisfied. Edenite coin jingled in his purse, the fire kept the winter at bay, and the two Seekers beside him? They made him feel alive.
The old taboos of Westeros could burn for all he cared. This was his life now, and for the first time, he was truly free.