“How was your day?”
Quinn looked up from her dinner, a simple meal that she had been pushing around the plate for the last half hour. “W-What?”
“Your day?” Her mother said as she tugged on her blonde hair. Quinn's eyes focused on the movement for a while, a feeling of dread growing inside her. Her mother only pulled on her hair when she was avoiding talking about the past or when she was annoyed.
Thinking fast, Quinn tried not to think about the two fresh runes between her moist thighs. Grinding her legs together, she gulped and glanced down at her plate. “It was okay.”
Jed snorted from the other side of the table.
Their mother glared at him. “You be quiet.” Turning back to Quinn, she smiled sweetly and the dread inside Quinn spiked. “I heard you've been hanging around town for the last two days. Someone saw you walking with some army soldiers yesterday.”
Quinn glanced at Jed, she knew who “someone” was.
Jed grinned evilly back.
It was hard to believe that was only two days since she met Rober and Skein. In only a few days, she had been fingered by both men more than once, drank more alcohol than she had ever had before, and had two runes painted on her skin. The tingle of magic still prickled her thigh, but the knowledge that it was for sex kept her clitoris throbbing and her pussy slick with need.
“Quinn!”
She jumped at her mother's sharp tone. With a snap, she stared back.
“I asked if you were walking with some army soldiers?”
“Y-Yes, some wind… knocked over my basket and they helped pick everything up. After that, they were already walking in the same direction, so we just talked as we headed into town.”
Jed snorted again.
Quinn glared at him. They shared the same mother, Merci, but they had different fathers. Quinn never met hers, but there was little difference between Pieter's and Jed's build. They were both broad-shouldered with dark hair.
After they moved to the Cunt, Pieter had joined the guards and Jed worked on a local farm. The long hours in the sun had tanned his skin and filled out his muscles. He was almost the polar opposite to Quinn's pale skin, large breasts, and wide hips. And, if Rober was to be trusted, a rounded ass worthy of a goddess.
Merci made a quiet noise in the back of her throat. “And then why did it take you so long to get back? With soldiers walking with you, you had plenty of time to get to the city and back before lunch. But you were—”
“Minutes before dad showed up,” finished Jed.
Merci glared at her son. “You, shut the fuck up.”
Jed shrugged and returned to his meal.
“But,” her mother continued, “he is right. What were you doing all day?”
Quinn blanched as she tried to come up with an answer. “I-I… I was at the library.”
“Really?” came a low drawled out question.
Jed looked up with a smirk. He clenched his fork in his hand, the rough fingers squeezing tight with his amusement.
“Yeah, I saw the dragon statue outside and I was curious about it. You said I could stay in town, as long as I was safe. And there isn't any safer place than the library.”
Her mother looked unconvinced. “And today? You were gone for a long time. More studying?”
She couldn't tell her mother that she spent two hours with her legs spread as an old woman painted two magical runes on her inner thighs.
The first was the sterility one, a tiny mark with a powerful spell that ensured she wouldn't have a child. Her pussy clenched with the anticipation of needing it; both Rober and Skein made it clear they were interested in testing it once they had some privacy.
Rober paid for the second rune, a surprise to both Skein and Quinn. It was a cleansing rune. She wasn't exactly sure what it did, but the old woman said that it kept her bum clean and safe. Judging from the smile on Rober's face, she was pressure sure he bought it to explore her ass that he constantly complimented.
Quinn smiled to herself. She liked how Rober loved walking next to her with his hand on her ass. He talked about it even as he was teasing her pussy, pushing her closer to an orgasm. They never reached the crest of her pleasure, but it was only a matter of time.
“Quinn!”
Quinn clamped her legs together. “Yes!?”
“Pay attention!”
Quinn blushed. “Sorry, mommy.”
“Why were you late today? What were you studying?”
“The library.”
“Not where, what. What topic?” Her mother's voice dropped the temperature of the room by a few degrees. She tapped her fork against the table.
Quinn struggled for a moment.
“Quinn. I don't want you—”
“Military rankings!” It was the first thing that burst out of Quinn's head.
A scowl furrowed along Merci's forehead. “I presume Franome Army?”
“Y-Yes.”
“What are they? Starting with a talon.”
“A talon? That's…” she wracked her mind for a moment. That was the name of the squad. “A talon is a group of eight men, including one leader who is known as a talan lord or sergeant.” Her body warmed as she thought of Skein. She pictured him in his uniform and began to describe it. “They have a single silver bar on both shoulders with a hook at the end of it.”
To her surprise, she was able to go for close to ten minutes before her mother stopped her.
“You made your point. But, tomorrow, I want you back earlier. And no hanging around those military guys.”
Jed smirked. “Just the girls then?”
“You!” snapped Merci as she pointed upstairs. “Room.”
Jed rolled his eyes but obeyed.
Quinn watched him tromp upstairs, concern rippling along her thoughts as she waited for her mother.
“Quinn.”
“Yes, Mommy?”
“This is important. You need to stay away from men. All men.”
“Why?”
Merci's shoulders tensed. She glanced at the door and then upstairs where Quinn' father was already sleeping from his early shift. “B-Because. There are things you don't understand, but I… we… we can't explain it. But, trust me, Honey, you need to stay away. Promise me, okay? Promise?”
Quinn thought about the two runes between her legs. There were two men willing to breach her innocence the next day. She felt the moisture gathering and ground her thighs together. With all her might, she looked into her mother's eyes and lied. “I promise.”