After less than a half hour at the Drunken Squire, nestled between Rober and Skein, Quinn was feeling pretty good. The half-finished glass of ice wine on the table was her second since they arrived but her young body wasn't used to the alcohol. It throbbed through her veins, a slick sensation that filled her completely from fingers to toes.
She smiled and leaned to the side, enjoying the heat that radiated from Skein's shoulder as she rested her cheek against him.
The solider chuckled and pushed his large glass of lager to his other hand. He leaned his head against her head so his cheek pressed against her forehead. “How are you doing, dearest?”
“Might need to stop. I still have to head home and I'm getting a bit….” She couldn't come up with the word.
Rober chuckled and slid his hand along her thigh, the thick fingers easily curling against her inner skin and pushing the fabric up. “Loose?”
“No… buzzed.” She twisted slightly, spreading her legs further apart. The fingers sliding up her thigh, trailing the rough fingertips against her smooth skin felt good. At the junction, Rober's destination, she was already slick with heat and desire, a hunger that she felt whenever she breathed in the scent of the two men framing her.
Skein leaned into her further. “You don't mind Rober, do you?”
Rober froze.
Quinn smiled, her eyes blurring slightly but her senses still coherent. “No, I like what he is doing.”
Rober slipped further up, curling more between her legs until his entire hand was between her legs.
She clenched her pussy for a moment, then let out a moan.
“You know,” Skein said, “I think he likes your ass.”
“What about it?” Quinn asked Rober.
Rober chuckled and twisted himself, leaning into her until the two men were pressing on both sides. “I love a round little ass so hard you could bounce a dagger sheath off it. And when I saw it stick out, begging to be grabbed, how could I resist not getting a better look?”
A burst of wind came rushing through the pub. It barreled underneath the table and up between Quinn's legs.
She jumped at the touch, then moaned loudly at the caresses that ran along her thighs and buttocks. It continued up through her skirt, puffing it out as tiny little swirls of power lapped at her breasts, nipples, and back.
“Oi!” snapped the bartender. “I said no magic!”
Quinn giggled. “Rober!”
Rober rolled his eyes but the wind died. His fingers continued to crawl up her thigh. “Is my hands okay?”
Quinn licked her lips and nodded. “Keep going, please?” she whispered, “I really like it.”
“Well, as long as there is consent.”
She giggled. “I'm old enough to avoid Consent's wrath.”
Skein chuckled. “Even better, but with your tits, there is no question about that.”
As Rober slid his hand further up to cup her pussy through her underwear, Quinn moaned and looked into Skein's eyes. “Do you like my tits?”
Skein twisted into her, bringing his lips down to hers. “I think they are as perfect as Rober's opinions of your ass.” He lifted his other hand to press against Quinn's large mound, centering his palm against her erect nipple. Even with his grip, he couldn't get his fingers all the way around her breast.
Quinn gasped and bridged the gap between her lips and Skein's, kissing him lightly as Rober ran a finger along the length of her swollen sex, tracing the opening that indented the fabric of her underwear. It was more than slick, the fabric stuck to her body and molded against every fold.
She moaned into the kiss, twisting her body as she rocked between the two men.
Skein's rubbing quickly grew distracting, but when he pulled his hand away, she let out a moan. He quickly replaced it, but this time by sliding his fingers under the fabric of her shirt and cupping her breast directly. The heat of his palm coupled with the intensity of having naked skin touching her brought a gasp.
“She liked that,” Rober said as he worked his way past her underwear. His own fingers trailed up and down her slit, working past her swollen folds to find her clitoris. Every movement brought a slurping noise that drifted through her skirt and the table.
Skein smiled into the kiss. He caught Quinn's nipple between his fingers and rolled it around. His fingers, like Rober's, were rough and scratchy, but it felt good against her skin. Powerful, commanding, exactly what she wanted.
Each tug sent a moan vibrating through Quinn's throat. She twisted to try giving Rober and Skein more access to her body, but the table stopped her. Her hand fell against Skein's lap and then down between his legs. She stopped herself with a gasp and then realized that the hardness that planted against her forearm was Skein's manhood.
Skein broke the kiss slightly, speaking in the millimeter gap between their bodies. “It's okay to touch it, but only if you want.”
Rober's fingers stopped any words from escaping her when he buried one of them deep into her pussy. The slick folds gave no friction or resistance as he slid to his knuckle.
Quinn whimpered, her vision blurring every more. She had been impaled for the first time. The intensity of a another digit inside her sex was too much for her. She clutched Skein tightly as a tiny orgasm rippled through her body.
“Oi!” snapped the bartender as he slammed his fist on the table.
All three of them yanked themselves into place like naughty children.
The sour-looking man leaned over the table. “If you gonna be fucking, do it somewhere else!”
Quinn gulped. “I-I should be going. It's late.”
“Yeah,” growled the bartender, “you're a pretty girl but put your tits back into your dress and go.”
Blushing, Quinn tugged her dress back over her naked breasts. Her nipples were achingly hard and she found it hard to concentrate with moisture dribbling out of her. But she managed to pull her clothes back on while the two soldiers did the same with adjusting their pants.
Rober stood up, licked his fingers, and then held out his hand for her.
Cheeks burning, Quinn took the hand and let him pull her to her feet.
“Now get your horny asses out of here,” snapped the bartender.
Sheepishly, they headed out.
Skein stopped her outside. “We should be heading back to the barracks. Do you need us to come with you? I'm sure I can pull rank to escort you.”
There was a hopeful tone. Interrupted, Quinn found that she could think better. She shook her head. “I better not. My mommy is going to be angry if I'm any later. And if I come home later than daddy, I won't be leaving for a week.”
“You know…” started Rober.
Quinn looked at him expectantly.
“We are off-duty in two days. You'd be interested in continuing? Somewhere up there?” He gestured to the forests above the Clit."
Quinn's pussy clenched. “Y-Yes.”
Skein pulled her into a hug. “You protected?”
He was talking about the sterility runes that many women had. Quinn shook her head, her parents didn't want her near men, much less letting her be in a position to worry about pregnancy.
“Then, tomorrow, Rober and I will get you tagged. Our treat. And the day after, why don't we find a picnic somewhere private and… just see what happens?”