By the time they reached the Clit, Quinn felt the moisture tickling the inside of her thighs. Every few steps, either Skein or Rober would touch her. Most of the time, it was against her arm or hand, but occasionally there was a brush against her hip or buttock. The one time Rober's palm slid along her rounded butt, the heat redoubled inside her and she soaked her underwear instantly.
It was a rush being between the two men. They were both attracted to her and she felt naughty for letting them admire her. When she glanced over, she would occasionally find Skein staring at her breasts or Rober trailing back to admire her ass. Her tits and ass were both large and rounded. They also bounced with every step, the firm flesh luring their attention. It was also hard to hide her own interest with her nipples sticking out from her shirt or the moisture trickling down her legs.
They reached the third street market before she realized it.
Skein bowed deeply. “I'll… we'll leave you here, dearest Quinn.”
Reluctantly, Rober gave a sketchy bow himself. When he straightened, he winked again. “Though, we're off duty in a few hours and I'd love to—”
“We,” interrupted Skein, “because you can't be trusted alone with her.”
Quinn smiled weakly. She was more relaxed in their presence but also fighting her attraction. She didn't want either solider to leave her.
Rober rolled his eyes and grinned at Quinn. “Fine, but we,” he empathized the word, “are coming off duty in a few hours and we,” he said the word again loudly while grinning at Skein, “would love to enjoy your company more. Wouldn't… we?”
Quinn toyed with her lip. “I-I shouldn't. My mother is expecting me home in a few hours.”
Rober's grin widened.
Skein cocked his head. “Up to you, dearest Quinn. I'd just love to hear more of your journeys. Neither of us have lived more than a few kilometers from here.”
With a frown, Quinn asked. “Wasn't Mountain Cunt,” she shivered at using the vulgar name that Rober preferred, “just taken from the barbarians?”
“Yes,” said Rober as he leaned into Skein's shoulder. “But Skein boy here was born in Moon's Citadel which is only thirty kilometers away. And I moved there when I was a little… well, slightly littler.”
Skein chuckled and thump Rober. “You're always small.”
“Not where it counts,” drawled Rober with a wink to Quinn.
Quinn blushed and pushed the curls of her black hair from her face. She could tell they were flirting with her, but she wasn't entirely sure how to respond to it.
“Come on,” said Rober, “stay here a little bit longer. You like stouts? I know a little pub that's out of the way.”
Quinn flushed and twisted her hips. It was getting hard to concentrate with the heat building inside her. She gripped her basket tighter until her knuckles turned white. “I've never really had anything like that.”
“Not even wine?” Rober seemed surprised.
“Well, I've had wine. Mostly white or ice, with a bit of fall spice. But nothing much.”
“Oh, from Glaston? They're known for ice wine there.”
Quinn nodded, remembering the winter celebration when her parents let her drink. She had a single glass of the sharp-tasting wine. It left her slightly dizzy, but the feeling of being buzzed was pleasant enough. She looked at the two men and wondered what it would be like to be relaxed near them. Judging from their hungry looks, she wondered if they would do more than just tease her.
“Two hours, after the next bell, meet us here?” Skein gestured to the entrance of the market.
Quinn shook her head. “Gisette might tell my mother.”
“How about the library? It's about three blocks that way.” Skein pointed.
Rober snorted. “Only you'd try to pick up a girl at a library.”
“No, Rober, it is a good place to meet a lovely woman. The Drunken Squire is a good place to enjoy a quiet drink. Just the three of us.”
Rober nodded and winked at Quinn who smiled back. “I can live with that. How about you, Quinny?”
Quinn giggled softly. Her mother could wait. “I'd like that.”
“We'll meet you by the dragon statue, you can't miss it.”