Nothing has made Matthew panic quite like the persistent thought of getting another man's woman pregnant after she baited him into bed, bound his reddened wrists to the headboard and had him moaning, kicking and screaming himself hoarse drawing out his orgasm for two hours before she finally let him blow his load inside her.

Especially when said man had heard the commotion an hour ago and joined them in bed despite Matthew's desperate pleas for her to let him go when he heard the elevator doors slide open on the ground floor. The confusion of not getting gutted like a fish on the spot and having his profusely babbled apologies silenced by a kiss still lingered as two different left hands plucked over his scars like violin strings, making him sing while she filled her mouth with her lover's cock and kept Matthew hard between her legs.

A brief exchange followed in a language Matthew decided he didn't want to understand right there and then. He was having his own private little bargain with God about how he could possibly buy his way back into His good graces after something like this. Matt believed the one-sided negotiations were arguably going well - at least right up until there was a cock in his ass and a cunt on his dick and his body decided to give up trying to process this sensory overload of too many things going on below his waist on top of too many hands touching too many places.

Unlike Ellaria, Oberyn was much more merciful and let Matthew finally find some much-needed relief from her torment, holding him down as she milked his cock dry. If it weren't for the desert prince, he didn't know how much more of this he could take.

"Lick my pussy clean, Catholic boy, or you'll be a man by Christmas," she purred in a stronger version of Oberyn's exotic accent right before she rubbed it over his lips without giving him the chance to respond. Matt's jaw had been aching from her playing rough, grabbing his hair and yanking hard every time she liked what he did with his tongue, but he didn't protest about licking the mess he made out of her. She was only teasing of course but he wasn't in the frame of mind to pick anything up.

Oberyn slapped his ass and pulled Ellaria off him when he decided she'd abused the confused otter enough. Matt looked to be on the verge of sobbing or possibly passing out and Oberyn was quietly relieved when it was the latter.

"I see why you like him. I like him. Is he really blind?"
"Ellaria..."
"Don't be possessive. It's not a good look."

Oberyn just sighed as she sidestepped the conversation again and put her mouth to better use, making it up to him by getting him ready for a second round. They're insufferable, the two of them.