Quinn walked through the streets with her arm around the waists of both lovers. She smiled as she enjoyed the ebb and flow of their movement, the way their movements were in harmony. She felt like she was still being fucked from both ends, bobbing between the two men.
Even though they had cleaned up in the pond, more moisture had gathered between her legs from the afterglow of sex. She wanted more, craved it actually, though she couldn't say the words. It felt like a gate had been opened inside her, one that couldn't be sated by one, or even two, cocks.
It didn't matter though. Her two lovers had given her a gift that would keep giving: strong and powerful orgasms. She almost purred at the thought of the increased pleasure ripping through her, the overwhelming rush of ecstasy.
“You're thinking about sex, dearest Quinn?”
Quinn looked at Skein. “How did you know?”
“Your hips start to move,” said Rober from the other side.
“And you moan under your breath.”
They stopped moving.
“And I bet you got all wet again,” Rober grinned.
Skein grinned and pulled her into a hug. “And I'm guessing you're thinking about my lovely cock in your pussy, pounding in and out?”
Quinn moaned, clenching her inner muscles in anticipation. A dribble of excitement ran down her thigh, soaking her fabric.
When Rober came up behind her, hard cock nestling against the cleft of her ass, she inhaled sharply and the smile on her face grew. She was trapped between the two men.
Rober reached around her, thumping Skein with the basket, but then holding her tight against his hardness.
Skein sidled closer to do the same, pressing his ridge against her belly. Their clothes felt like they weren't even there. She wish they weren't.
“I bet,” Rober whispered into her ear, “you were thinking about me fucking that beautiful ass of yours at the same time.”
Quinn moaned louder. “I am now,” she whispered.
“Good,” Skein murmured as he pulled her into a kiss. “Because that is what we're going to do.”
Rober ground her against Skein, his cock hot against her ass. “Maybe tomorrow? No, we have night duty. Three days? I bet we can get it off.”
Quinn thought about it. If she continued to lie to her mother about going to the library, she could probably steal another day of passion. With two cocks pressed against her, she couldn't think of anything else. She just needed to find a lie to hide the day to maintain the fiction of being a dutiful daughter. She nodded slowly, half distracted by the two men pressed to your body.
Skein sighed and kissed her. “We should go. Thank you.”
Quinn smiled.
Rober nuzzled her neck before nipping her ear. “You really were made for fucking, you know that?”
The smile turned into a blush.
He ground his cock against her ass. “I have never met another sexy woman like you before. And I would be honored, truly honored, if you let me plow your ass another day.”
With a giggle, Quinn rocked her buttocks against him. “I-I'd like that.”
Both men pulled away, gave her a long look and a smile, and then headed toward the barracks.
Quinn watched them leave before turning toward the library. She had to do some quick reading to come up with something for her mother. Trying not to think about two shafts buried inside her, she headed toward the door.
She just came under the head of the dragon statue when she caught sight of a familiar man leaning against the hindquarters. It was Pieter, her father.
With a blush, she pulled back.
Pieter was a broad-shouldered man with gray in his temples and hard muscles. He wasn't wearing his uniform, of the city guard, but there was no question that he was a man who earned his living through a blade: he has scars on his shoulders and hands, a cut on his cheek, and he kept his hair cut short.
He wasn't always a fighter. Quinn remembered when he was nothing but a farmer. Then they moved, back when she was five. The jobs got tighter for a while, in a period that Merci and Pieter didn't talk about, but then he started taking labor jobs. Eventually, he stumbled on a high-paying caravan job that let all four of them, including her brother, travel across the country. But it ended after a few years and they settled down.
Pieter glanced at her and gave her a wide smile, but it always felt empty to her. “Quinny.”
Putting on a smile, Quinn rushed over to him. “Daddy!”
She nestled into his strong hug.
“Had a long day of studying? Anything new?”
She stiffened, peeing over the hard muscular arm to the front door of the library. She wasn't sure, but she thought her father's voice sounded wary, as if he knew she was about to lie. She hesitated for a moment, worried about saying the wrong thing.
His arm stiffened as he buried his face in her dark curls. “Who were the two guys walking with you?” It was a low voice, but she shivered at the threat. Her daddy knew that she wasn't in the library.
“I can find out myself, Quinny. I work for the guard.”
She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. “Skein and Rober. They are both army.”
Her father released her after a second and pulled back to look at her. His eyes were searching, piercing.
She sheepishly peeked at him and glanced at the ground.
“You're so much like your mother, you know that?”
“What?” She looked up, confused.
Pieter chuckled sadly and shook his head. “Back in… back home, she used to have men circling around her every time she took her pretty behind out of her daddy's house. And she loved it. Had a dozen lovers, usually in the same day, but no one cared.”
Quinn's mouth opened in surprise.
“You're prettier. He…. you are much more than her. If it wasn't for your mother keeping you under her skirt, you'd probably have twice as many in every city we've lived in.”
“I-I never… they never came.”
“No,” another sigh, “I guess they wouldn't have. I wonder why they started now?”
“I…” she blushed. “I don't know.”
Pieter shook his head. “I know she isn't going to like it.”
“Do we have to tell her?”
“There are thing that you have to know. And they are things that your mother will be even more upset if she isn't told.” He reached down and picked up his pack. Hefting it over his shoulder, he held out his hand. “Come on, Baby, let's tell her together.”
Nervously, Quinn took her father's hand and walked with him as they headed out of town. He didn't say anything, but that made her nervousness worst. By the time they were outside of the city and heading back along the ridge that made up one side of the bay, she had sweat soaking her dress and she trembled.
“You fucked them?”
Quinn jumped at Pieter's question. “What?”
“Rober and Skein? The army guys. Have they gotten into your skirt?”
She considered telling them no, but then nodded.
“When did they start?”
“T-This was my first.”
“Did it hurt?” Not “did they hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No, it felt really good.”
“Did they use protection at least?”
Quinn gulped. “They got me some runes… yesterday.”
The hand holding hers tightened. “Been talking about it for a few days then.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
They walked in silence. It was a beautiful evening and the sky was turning orange. Quinn's thoughts rolled in her head for a long time before she finally spoke up.
“Daddy? If mommy had so many lovers, why is she against other girls having sex.”
Pieter sighed and let go of her hand. “It isn't other girls or other women, it's you.”
“Me?”
“Just you. Because of… because of why we left home when you were five.”
Memories of the old woman snapping at her rose up. Quinn let it roll a few more meters. “What is an Omelas?”
He froze. She walked past him a few steps before she realized it. When she turned back, his face was pale and drawn.
“W-Where did you hear that name, Quinny?”
She almost mentioned the old lady, but something stopped her. “In the last city, in Boron.”
He let out a long breath, but his face remained pale. “Thank the gods. Don't let your mother know you know that word, we'll have to move again. Even if there isn't…”
“Why?”
Pieter looked back toward the city, sweat rolling down the sides of his face. He clenched his hands into fists. For a long time, he didn't speak. Then, he let out another sigh and bowed his head. “We live in a violent world.”
Quinn thought about all the times someone attacked the caravan.
“Some cities make… deals with powerful entities to protect them. These are terrible beasts, demons, devils, and things far worse. Most of the time, they aren't needed, so they sleep or rest, waiting for their time for battle.”
Ice water seemed to pour into Quinn. It pooled in her stomach. She swayed as she stared at her father, trying to understand the connection but knowing that it meant poorly for her.
“Everything… everything has a price. Back in the Ring Villages,” Quinn had never heard the name before, “it was Barratt of the Bordeli Forest. He was our protector against invaders from Dorza.”
Dorza was the country to the east, on the opposite side of the country. It was known for slavers and raiding parties.
Pieter looked around. His gaze focused on a fence. Moving toward it, he seemed to age with every step. By the time he leaned against one of the posts, he was hobbling. With a groan, he sat on the railing and stared at her. There were tears in his eyes and his cheeks glistened. “There is a price for everything, you know. Barratt had his. It was a girl… a boy actually named Rin. We thought he was a girl with his wide hips and pretty face. It was as if he was made for fucking.”
Rober's words bubbled up. Quinn clutched her stomach and felt heat beginning to boil between her legs.
Pieter let out a bitter laugh. “I mean, Rin was the most fuckable girl that anyone had seen and they treated her so special. Private bathing time, no one was allowed to fuck her. Later, we learned that she really was made for fucking. I couldn't believe, but I've seen it twice now. You… he wasn't made for fucking, Barratt changed his body to make him that fuckable. To prepare him for…. whatever magic Barratt used changed him, made him nothing more than something that the creature wanted to hunt down, chase, and then,” another tear rolled down his face, "rape and…", more tears wet his cheeks, “then eventually kill.”
Quinn felt dizzy. She staggered to the fence and leaned against it, the breath coming faster.
Her father's eyes weren't seeing anymore. “It wasn't just a night or two. Rin screamed… for… three years before he died. Three years of hearing his voice coming out of those woods. The cries for help, the choked out cries for mercy. The creature had what he wanted, a price for protecting the woods.” His eyes lifted to hers. “One life. One child chosen. And when they grew up, they were his until they died. And then he picked another one. That is an Omelas.”
She whimpered as she thought about the old woman. Her gaze flicked toward the city, where somewhere there was another Omelas, another girl who was chosen to be raped and murdered by whatever beast protected the city. She closed her eyes and looked away. She didn't dare look at her father, so she stared out the other side of the ridge that separated the labia from the rest of the ocean.
Quinn knew what her father didn't say. She was an Omelas. Somewhere out there, there was a creature that wanted to rape and kill her, to fuck her. It sickened and terrified her, but at the same time, she could feel a pulsating deep inside her pussy. The desperate hunger for another orgasm wasn't just Skein and Rober, it was a need for something more more. Something inhuman and powerful, a being capable of fucking for years without stopping.
As they sat with their own thoughts, the two emotions warred inside Quinn. She couldn't imagine a being that would have the ability to change her body to make her fuckable. But, when she heard Rober's words, she knew that could be true. The two men hadn't found her limits; she took Rober up the ass as easily as Skein fucked her. And she wanted more, so much more, than the two cocks could give her.
At the same time, she realized that something wanted to kill her. The sex part excited her but the death part terrified her. She didn't want to die, but she couldn't imagine how it would happen. Or when.
It grew dark before either of them stirred. Pieter sighed and stood up. “We better get you home. Your mother is going to have a fit.”
She nodded, feeling numb. Questions kept rolling through her head without answers.