The Folded Lily, Chapter Two

Tags: Drugs and Alcohol, F/M/F, Feels, HJ, Oral, Vaginal, Cum Swapping, Rimming, Anal, Death by SnuSnu

	It might surprise you, but it turns out that I’m a pretty pessimistic person. I had assumed that Keaton meant to exploit me and had lashed out at a man who had been nothing but kind, indeed, a man who had been hired to protect myself and the other passengers in the caravan to Lux Aetorum, but he really was just helping me. The woman I had ran into (more of a mobile wall, really) was named Aine and was one of those comrades the huntsman had spoken of. More importantly, to me, she was one of his childhood friends and had grown up with him in the same small, unnamed village nestled between two hills far away on the largest island of the Belmar Archipelago. After she had helped me up and offered her name, she had taken me over to a stall selling drinks and grabbed two pints of sweet mead. Something about her put me at ease and I found myself telling her my story. When I told her I stomped on Keaton’s foot she had thrown her head back and laughed, raising her mug in salute, which had me laughing back at her; the first one in what felt like months.
	We were well into our second mug when I heard someone shout: “OI!” Turning, a sheepish blush on my cheeks, for I recognized that voice; I saw Keaton limping up to our table, a scowl on his face. Aine grinned into her cup as he took a seat across from me after a wary look to make sure my feet would be unable to connect with him should I feel the need to kick.
“How’re yeh, Katie?” asked Aine, and Keaton’s scowl lessened as he snorted, waving the bartender over so he could get his own drink. 
	He reached over and grabbed my cup saying: “I’ll be better with some of this in me,” before drinking it down in one gulp.
	I would’ve been more upset if I had been paying for the drinks, and I was feeling a bit bad about his foot, so I let that slide. I fingered the dagger’s pommel and smiled over at him. “Sorry,” I said, “about the foot; and thank you for the knife.”
He huffed a bit and nodded his thanks to the centaur who came over with a third mug of alcohol before turning back to me.
	“S’fine,” he said gruffly, “we’re perfect strangers, you were right to be suspicious of me.”
	Aine grinned and patted Keaton’s shoulder. “Don’t let the angry bear act fool you, Lucia, this guy’s basically a puppy; give him a scratch behind the ears and he’ll wag his tail and follow you home and then you’ll never be rid of him.”
Keaton blushed and I felt a giggle rise from my throat at their byplay; these two really were full of good humor, no matter what Keaton pretended. 
	“So what are you gonna do about that dagger?” asked Aine when her chortles subsided. “It’ll do you no good to have it in your pack and it’s actually against the law in the capital city to hold a weapon in your hand. It has to be on a belt, and can only be drawn in an effort to defend oneself. It’ll get confiscated if you just carry it around.” I blinked and Aine laughed. “Behold the bureaucracy of his majesty’s city; I’m surprised there’s no guild for it!”
	I gave the problem some thought. All the clothes I brought were dresses and had no loops for belts. In fact, I don’t think I had ever worn one. That was something men (and lady-warriors!) wore to keep their trousers up! “I dunno,” I said, shrugging, “maybe I can find a tailor and make a sash out of some scrap cloth; hopefully that’ll satisfy the bureaucrats?” 
	Aine hummed and said: “Stand up.” Curious, I did and walked around the table to stand next to her, spinning on my heel when she made a twirling motion with her finger. Suddenly she lunged out of her seat and I yelped a bit when she wrapped her arms around my waist (which just so happened to put her head in my chest!). She withdrew, grinning, and stood herself. “I think I got something that’ll fit you back at our wagon; come with me.” 
	I made to protest;  to say that they had both done a lot for me already, indeed more than anyone else had since mom died, but when I opened my mouth her hand lashed out and she flicked me on my forehead (which hurt more than she probably realized because she was still wearing her gauntlets).
	Keaton also stood and patted me on my shoulder “C’mon,” he said, almost sympathetically, and made to follow her to the barkeeper to pay their tab, “you’ll never change her mind when she decides to help someone; stubborn as an ass, that one.”
	“I heard that!” she shouted over her shoulder.
	“Good,” yelled Keaton, maturely sticking his tongue out at his comrade, “you were meant to!”

	I awoke naked in a tangle of limbs, the dawn peeking through a crack in the tent flap. There was a strange soreness in my head and a dull ache between my legs. Next to me was an equally naked man with tanned skin and dark hair and on my other side was a well-toned woman with long auburn hair; the blanket we had been covered in had come down with my waking and her breasts were bared to the world.
	I sighed. I couldn’t think. The pounding in my head was equal only to the gurgling in my stomach. I felt sick, like I might… I lunged out of my nest of warm flesh and picked up a bucket that had been residing in the corner, fairly ignoring the twinge in my womanhood, and vomited the alcohol and mutton stew I had ingested last night. Paler than usual and shaking, I set the bucket of puke outside, being careful to hide my nudity, and found a canteen dropped in the man’s pile of clothes. Unstoppering it, I upended the contents into my mouth, sighing as the cool water slid down my throat, settling my stomach and soothing my headache.
	Those taken care of I found myself able to remember what had happened the night before.

	It was only a matter of moments before we had paid our tab (Aine insisting on covering mine), and were strolling out into the combined caravans. Dusk had passed and the sky was dark, though it was easy to see as more and more long torches had been set into the ground. Fireflies bobbed through the air, lighting at random intervals, and I felt myself grin; this was like a free carnival; there were people dancing and happy conversation and laughter floated on the wind. I heard music as we walked; someone was playing a fiddle. 
	Keaton and Aine were silent as they walked on either side of me and soon we passed my wagon and were heading away from the centaur camp and towards what must be the area of the caravan that they had been assigned to protect. My two escorts waved greetings to other people who had an assortment of weapons. I saw spears and iron-tipped quarterstaffs, swords of varied design, hammers, maces, and axes with both one head and two. 
	Coming upon Aine and Keaton’s camp, the hunter threw a few bits of wood on their dying fire to rejuvenate it and soon warmth washed over us like a blanket. While Keaton fiddled with the fire, Aine went over to their wagon (a private wagon!?) and slid a wooden chest to the ground. She motioned me over and when I got there I saw that it was full of odd bits of clothing; torn breeches and tunics, old boots and a few leather vests that seemed a bit too small for Keaton among other things. From these depths, Aine extracted a simple leather belt two inches wide. “Aha,” she laughed, “I knew I still had it!” She spun on her knees and wrapped the belt around my waist, brushing her fingers against my bodice as she fastened it tight. “That should do it,” she said, standing, a soft grin on her face. “Let’s see it.” I looked at her blankly and she said: “Your new knife, silly!” Blushing, I handed the blade over and she clipped it to the belt where I could grab it at a moment’s notice.
	“That looks familiar.” said Keaton, the warm glow of the fire behind him as he walked over to us. 
	I tilted my head in question. “What?”
	Aine tugged at my new belt. “Keaton got me this when I was fourteen. He may not look it now, but back then his parents were pretty well off and it wasn’t uncommon for him to just give random presents to his friends,” she winked at me and prodded the pommel of my dagger, “still isn’t.”
	I blushed and snuck a glance over at Keaton when he didn’t refute her. 
	“I bet you two are as hungry as I am,” he said with a grin, “I heated up some of that mutton stew from last night; we should probably eat it before it goes bad;  join us, Lucia?”
	I grinned at them both. “Call me Lu.”

	I put my head in my hands, absently noting the dried blood on my inner thigh. We had eaten and drank more alcohol and soon Aine and Keaton were stuffing pungent leaves into wooden pipes. They offered me some and, out of some strange combination of manners and lowered inhibitions due to the alcohol, I took a drag, coughing the first few times which drew laughs from Keaton and backslaps from Aine, but before long the sounds from the laughs grew muted, as though I was hearing them from a great distance, and my limbs grew heavy. It felt like my tongue was swollen in my mouth and it tickled. I remember giggling and laughing at the slightest provocation. I ate more stew and the taste seemed transformed from a bland, slightly runny mixture of tough meat, hard carrots, and starchy potatoes, to something more. I remember watching the fire, the warm colors dancing and mixing and then Aine and Keaton were standing and walking to their tent and I thought: not now! I was having such a good time being with my new friends and I was afraid I wouldn’t see them again once we made it to the capital, then Aine turned back to me as Keaton ducked into the tent and said one word: “Coming?”

	The tent flap fell closed behind me and my eyes adjusted to the light supplied by the single lantern hanging over their small pile of furs. Keaton was shirtless and helping Aine out of her armor; already a small pile forming at her feet as Keaton’s practiced fingers undid clasps and buckles. Aine motioned me over to her and her own fingers started loosening the drawstrings of my dress. “U-uh…” I stuttered, “wait…” 
	Aine reached up and rubbed at my shoulders and the back of my neck, her fingertips slipping underneath the fabric of my shirt, leaving a tingle in their wake. “It would be uncomfortable to sleep so clothed,” she whispered into my ear, her breath ghosting over skin I hadn’t even known was sensitive to that sort of thing, “at least let me take off the bodice.”
	I nodded shakily as the bodice was loosened enough to slip off and fall to the floor, joining Keaton’s shirt and the growing pile of Aine’s armor. “Isn’t that better?” cooed Aine, and I couldn’t deny that it did feel much better; since I joined the caravan I had had to sleep sitting up in the wagon and as a result hadn’t had a good night’s rest since I worked at the tavern.
	The tavern…
	Why did I leave the tavern?
	The owner! Adam? He wanted me to become a prostitute; to whore myself out; to fuck anyone who could pay. And why didn’t I? Mom and dad!  They loved one another, and only one another. I wanted that!
	I turned around before Aine could try and remove my shirt or skirt and my blush deepened; Keaton had been taking more than Aine’s armor off as she was shirtless and he was quickly unbinding her breasts. It was then that I really looked at Keaton. He had broad, well-muscled shoulders from using his bow, and long arms with equally long, clever fingers. His chest was hairy and he had different scars, some from blades and some from blade-like claws. I swallowed in an effort to loosen my throat and came to a realization:
	Keaton was handsome.
	My eyes whipped back to Aine, to her toned form, not so broad without her armor, but still strong. Keaton finished undoing her chest and her breasts bounced free, quite a bit larger than mine. Her hands came up and rubbed them as she groaned in relief.
	“Nothing like that first bit of freedom after a long day, huh, Lu?” 
	Again I had to swallow as I stood before these two sculpted individuals. Did fighting really give one a body like that?
	“You’re a bit overdressed, Lu.” said Keaton, grinning as he fiddled with the tie on his breeches. 
	Oh no; if he was going to…
	A moment later and his pants had pooled at his ankles and he was left standing in a pair of underwear. He stretched, scratching at his sides and I saw something shift in his briefs.
	My face flamed. This… This was too much. I felt like I was drowning. The room was spinning. Suddenly my butt met the ground and I looked up at my two friends. 
	“I want you to be comfortable, Lu,” said Aine, who had also slipped out of her leggings and whose knickers-clad crotch was perfectly level with my face. 
	Aine and Keaton arranged themselves on my sides and looped their arms beneath mine. They gave a quiet heave and stood me back up. “You okay, Lucia?” asked Keaton, and I felt my blush bloom down to my neck and chest; with them so near me in such a small, warm tent, I was quickly becoming overwhelmed with their scent; wood and leather and steel and fire and underneath all that was a deep human musk. I felt my mouth water slightly. 
	“D-Don’t laugh,” I said, a tremor in my voice.
	“Why would we laugh at you?” asked Aine, confusion on her face as she crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up and forming a deep cleavage.
	“I-I’m not strong like you two. I’m not confident. I’m scrawny and I have small breasts and a flat butt. I’m freckled because of the sun and I’m blind without my glasses. I’m awkward around people and,” I felt tears form in my eyes and I whispered: “I’m a virgin; I don’t know what’ll happen if I take my clothes off. I’m scared.”
	Aine’s eyes grew soft and she smiled gently as she pulled me into an embrace, resting my head on the swell of her chest. “Was it too much?” she asked. “We both like you and we wanted to tease you a bit, but we never wanted you to feel pressured.” She looked back to Keaton who I could see was frowning. 
	“Sorry,” he said, and he was blushing “I saw you a few days ago and wanted to speak to you but I was always so busy. With us stopping early to do business with the centaurs I got a friend to cover our patrol thinking it was a good time to meet you, but everything quickly spiraled out of control and now we’re all drunk and high and well… sorry.”
	I pushed myself off Aine. “No,” I said, shaking my head and then stopping as the room started spinning, “we didn’t do anything I didn’t want to."
	I went silent for a moment before grinning and wiggling out of Aine's hug. Before either could react, I shucked my blouse off and was standing before them in only my skirt and chest wrap.
	I stood there and I didn't know what to do with my arms so I eventually mirrored Aine's earlier pose and crossed my arms under my chest, though, I thought wryly, I didn't make anywhere near as much cleavage as the lady-warrior. Still, Keaton and Aine seemed to appreciate the sight of me, my freckles standing out stark on my full-body blush. Swallowing thickly, I turned around and bared my back to them. “Undo me?”
	One of them, I’m not sure who, quickly went to work on unbinding my chest wrap, their fingers taking time to graze my skin. I gasped as gooseflesh formed in their wake. I heard movement and suddenly Aine was in front of me, revealing that it was Keaton, a man, that was behind me. She smiled and suddenly knelt before me. Her hands reached up for the set of buttons that held my skirt on and then stopped as though asking for permission.
	I nodded and she undid the first button with a snap that was surprisingly loud in the small tent. I swallowed nervously and lifted my arms a bit to allow Keaton’s hands to unravel my binding more effectively. I felt him lean forward and bury his nose in my hair as Aine fiddled teasingly with the second and last button. “Oh just do it.” I moaned as Keaton bent down and pressed a feather-light kiss on my neck, his mustache and beard scratching pleasantly on my sensitive skin. Aine grinned and, as one, she and Keaton pulled away the ribbon of cloth that covered my chest and slid my skirt towards the ground. My hands came up reflexively and I ran them along my breasts, trying to will some feeling back into them; unlike Aine, I didn’t have the luxury of a personal tent and had had my chest bound since the morning the caravan departed my hometown. My breath came in shuddering gasps as Aine dragged her fingernails up my sides and as she kissed my navel. 
	“Y’know what’d look good here?” she said, her hands reaching behind me to grasp at my butt, “a piercing. It’s tradition where we’re from to get a piercing when we come of age.”
	“I-I’ve got two more years before my majority.” I said with a shudder as Keaton’s large, calloused hands overlapped my own and applied their own pressure on my breasts. 
	I was right; they looked puny when he handled them.
	“Stop that,” said Keaton, his voice a growl that sent shivers racing up my spine. He took my nipples between his thumb and index fingers and rolled them slightly.
	My eyes twitched and I gasped; they had never felt so sensitive when I played with them on those rare occasions I got to masturbate.
	“He’s right, y’know,” said Aine nuzzling my inner thigh, her breath blowing over the heated skin, providing a confusing mixture of relief and pleasure. 
	“About what?” I moaned, my nipples hardening under Keaton’s gods-appointed task of driving me insane.
	“You judge yourself too harshly,” she said, and I felt Keaton nod his agreement, “we all have self-image issues, but we shouldn’t let them define us.”
	“That’s easy for you two,” I said, and I couldn’t keep the bitterness out of my voice, “you’re both beautiful.”
	Aine grinned as Keaton snorted. “Did you know that when I was your age I was fat?” said Aine, slowly rubbing her hands up and down my legs. “I was shorter than you and at least thirty pounds heavier.”
	I blinked. “Really?”
	“Yep,” she said, and I tried to imagine her as a short, dumpy lump of a girl swinging around a stick like it was a sword and the image just couldn’t form in my mind’s eye, “and you said Keaton was beautiful?” I nodded, and I felt Keaton’s shoulders shaking in ill-repressed laughter. “When we were much younger, just entering our teenage years, Keaton looked exactly like a girl.” 
	My mind stalled a bit and then had to play catch-up to process what I had just been told. “B-but Keaton’s so, so…” my voice dropped to a whisper and I blushed harder than ever, even with a woman kneeling between my legs and a man groping my breasts, “handsome, and manly, and muscled, and hairy, and scarred…”
	“It’s true,” confirmed Keaton, his hand leaving my breasts and trailing down my flat tummy to pull me into him, and I felt something hard rest in the small of my back, “why d’you think she calls me Katie?”
	Aine grinned up at me, my face astonished; if he could change so much… “Myself and the village girls would run him down and force him to wear dresses and we’d put rouge on his lips and do up his hair,” she sighed in fond remembrance, “his dad would get so mad at us, but we’d never get in trouble for it because his mom thought that a boy should get knocked down a peg; keeps them from getting too cocky when they eventually grow up.”
	“Exactly,” said Keaton, his fingers teasing at the hem of my knickers, “now I never act cocky; I’m a perfect example of humility, I am.”
	Aine pulled a face at him and said: “Cheeky!” she reached back and pinched lightly at his muscular thighs and I felt that something in the small of my back twitch mightily.
	“So what d’you think your faults are?” asked Keaton and I felt myself sigh.
	“I’m short-”
	“Petite,” said Aine, now kissing directly over my puss, only the thin cloth of my knickers separating her lips from mine.
	“I’m skinny-”
	“Slender!” sang Keaton, now slowly rubbing his thing at my back.
	“I’ve got small breasts and a flat butt.”
	“Once again, you’re slender,” said Keaton.
	“Or svelte; svelte’s a good word,” said Aine, and I could feel her rubbing a finger along my slit and something deep inside me clenched tightly.
	“And I would argue that your butt’s most definitely not flat,” said Keaton, moving his hands to cup and knead a cheek in each hand. 
	“I’m pale and freckled!” I said, scowling.
	“That’s not a bad thing!” said Aine, standing suddenly and taking my right nipple in her mouth while I made a noise that was probably more embarrassing than any I moan I had unleashed that night.
	“Yeah,” agreed Keaton, slipping his tent between my legs to replace Aine’s rubbing fingers, “The freckles are cute, and before you say anything, your glasses are as well; they add to your charm.”
	“D-D’you really think I’m pretty?” I asked, feeling very vulnerable.
	“Pretty?” asked Aine, letting my nipple out of her mouth with a wet pop, “I’d say so.” She promptly sucked my other nipple between her plump lips, carefully grazing the sensitive little bundle of nerves with her teeth.
	“You can feel my answer!” laughed Keaton, giving a powerful thrust of his hips and rocking me forward with a gasp. “Now if you ask again, I’m going to have to thump you; we don’t fish for compliments in this tent.”
	I went still, I didn’t feel pretty, but being near these two made me feel like I could become pretty if I tried my hardest. I felt a grin pull at my lips and I jumped out of my mercenary sandwich. Bending over, I peeled my knickers off my moist puss with a wet sounding squelch. I tossed them at Keaton and said: “Now who’s overdressed?”
	Keaton glanced at the knickers he had absently caught, then towards me, then towards his almost-as-nude partner, before finally shucking his briefs off, his stiff prick bobbing proudly through the air. I swallowed, for all of my new-found bravado I was still a virgin, and took a moment to examine the first cock I had ever seen. It was thick, nearly as thick as my wrist, and probably an inch or so longer than the blade on my dagger. He wrapped a hand around it and gave it a few gentle tugs and I saw that it had a hood, almost like a cloak, that it could shuck on and off. On his down stroke he revealed a swollen, purple head. Like his chest suggested, he was all man and had a bush of hair around the base.
	I decided right there that men had received the stranger sex organ.
	He glanced at Aine and dropped my wet knickers on her head and raised his eyebrow, still tugging slowly on his dick. The lady-warrior grinned like a wolf and nearly tore her knickers with the haste in which she removed them. Though her excitement was not as apparent as Keaton’s I could still see ribbons of lubricant shining on her mound. She had a fiery tuft of curls between her legs and I could see that she had a piercing through the hood of her clit. 
	“You know what you’re doing, Lu?” asked Keaton, a gleam in his eye that made me take a step back.
	“We can be pretty vigorous when properly motivated…” warned Aine, sniffing at my wet knickers.
	“And you’ve given us plenty of motivation…” said the huntsman, standing over me, and suddenly I felt like a fawn in his sights. Without warning he swooped down and captured my lips in an insistent kiss. I made a needy noise in my throat and inexpertly mashed my lips against his, feeling his mustache and beard tickle my face. I might not’ve had any experience but he most certainly did. My glasses knocked askew, I felt his tongue slide across my lips, seeking entry. I smelt the alcohol on his breath and I gasped when I felt Aine’s hands trace through the hair on my sweltering puss. Keaton took advantage and his tongue darted into my mouth, swirling against my own tongue. I felt the proof of Keaton’s excitement bobbing against my stomach, smearing a cloudy liquid that seeped from the head against my skin.
	I broke away for air and peered down, fixing my glasses. Up close it seemed even bigger than my initial inspection. I bit my lip, unsure; would that even fit inside me? I figured that it would because every woman since the dawn of time had managed the task, but still…
	“Don’t worry,” said Aine, “Keaton’ll be very gentle, this being your first time.” She looked over at her partner and gave him a look that said: ‘or else’.
	He swallowed. “Y’know, I’m riding a hair trigger here, maybe we should get that first shot out of the way, huh?”
Aine rolled her eyes. “Fine, only so I can teach Lu the proper technique; don’t want her biting it off…”
	“What are you two talking about?” I said, my own hands replacing Aine’s at my sopping quim as she let me go and approached the hunter.
	Keaton grinned. “Aine’s gonna show you how to suck cock.”
	Aine pulled a face. “Could you be more uncouth?”
	Keaton laughed at her. “Challenge accepted: You’re going to stuff my fat dick down your tight throat and work it until I blow a thick, creamy load directly into your cum-hungry gullet.”
	Aine scowled. “Keep it up, Katie, and I’ll just let you ‘blow that thick, creamy load’ early; emasculating you and making the bar you set for Lu’s future lovers stupidly low. Wouldn’t that be nice; to be remembered as a minute man?”
	Keaton pouted and despite her words Aine sank to her knees before him, swatting his hand away and grasping his rod loosely. I moved so I could get a better angle, inserting a finger into my virgin hole while my thumb rubbed at my clit. Aine looked over at me and winked before angling Keaton’s prick upwards and licking the underside from base to tip. Keaton moaned breathily and Aine brought his cock downwards, stuffing the head into her mouth. I swallowed and got on my knees, shuffling nearer, I could see Aine’s tongue darting underneath his foreskin as her cheeks hollowed with suction.
	I hadn’t even known this was a thing.
She pulled off of him with a pop and gestured me closer. “Want a taste?” I blinked and, without conscious thought, I brought my hand up and grasped at him. His dick was hot and hard, like a piece of iron straight from the forge, but also surprisingly soft. I pumped him, drawing pleased moans from the hunter and a smirk from Aine. “Go on,” she said, “Keaton keeps himself pretty clean so he doesn’t taste bad.”
	I paused; what did that have to do with anything? 
	Shrugging, I angled the head towards my mouth and gave it an experimental lick. The penis itself was almost neutral in taste, but the liquid that leaked from the tip was salty with an undercurrent of bitterness. I brought my other hand up and, using my index finger, smeared the liquid around the tip, focusing on the hole it seeped from. “What is this stuff?” I asked Aine.
Aine grinned and fondled his heavy-looking sack, drawing an almost pained groan from the hunter. “Pre –cum,” she answered, “it’s a lubricant that a man makes to aid in sex; kinda like what’s leaking down our legs.”
	My blush darkened a bit as I continued to slowly pump the cock in my hand. “Oh.” To cover any embarrassment, I quickly stuffed the head of Keaton’s prick into my mouth, lathing the tip with my tongue while Keaton whimpered a bit and I tasted more salty pre-cum. 
	“Make sure you watch your teeth,” hissed Keaton as I accidentally grazed the top of his head with them, “no guy likes being bit!”
	I pulled off and said: “Sorry,” before sinking three inches of his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and gagging a bit on the thick appendage. Breaking away with a spluttering cough, I offered the prick back to Aine who lifted it up and started lapping at the underside, trailing downwards towards his balls. Gently, almost lovingly, she took one of the orbs into her mouth and Keaton’s knees wobbled, as though he was about to fall over. 
	Releasing him, she said: “Always remember that, just like a girl’s pussy, a man’s cock can be pleased in more ways than just sucking on the head. The balls, the sack itself, the shaft, and even this little vein on the underside of his head,” she fingered it slowly and Keaton’s legs finally gave way and he fell over onto his butt, his toes clenching and unclenching madly, “especially this little vein, are all perfect targets for someone who knows what they’re doing. Katie here’s pretty close though, so…” Aine grasped his shaft tightly and started pumping faster and faster, his foreskin hiding and then revealing his head. “Any second now…” I moved my face a bit closer, wanting to get a better look at my first male ejaculation. I noticed Keaton’s balls clench tightly and suddenly Aine was letting out a triumphant laugh and Keaton was groaning in pleasure and a thick stream of pearly, viscous ooze shot from the tip and splattered directly across my face. Four more times he pumped more cum and four more times I felt it splatter against my skin. I was stunned; I hadn’t expected the amount, or the distance it would travel, or the force with which it would shoot and had been entirely too shocked to simply move out of the way after the first geyser-like ribbon of cum had hit me. 
	Aine laughed lightly while Keaton slumped backwards, resting on his elbows, his cock deflating slightly, “Sorry…” she said, reaching over to wipe some cum off my face, “I should’ve warned you that Keaton cums a lot.” She stuck her sperm-covered finger in her mouth and drank it down. “Try it,” she said and she moved to get a cloth to clean off the excess as Keaton laid there trying to recover his breath. 
	I made a face but swiped a finger through the cum glazing my cheeks and nose. Rubbing it between my index finger and thumb, I examined its consistency. Gooey and thick and warm, it spread almost like thin glue and, absently, I wondered whether or not it would make a good replacement. Shaking the thought away, and before I could lose my nerve, I stuck my fingers in my mouth and licked the slimy cum off. “Not bad.” I said as Aine raised a cloth and wiped my face clean. It really wasn’t. It just tasted like a thicker version of the pre-cum; slightly bitter but mostly salty, though not unpleasantly so. “I don’t think I’d mind drinking it all next time,” I said as Aine grinned and Keaton moaned.
	“Why don’t you two put on a show,” suggested the hunter, still sounding a bit winded, “I need a bit longer to recover…”
	Aine muttered something about a stupid male fantasy but she tossed the cloth over her shoulder and pulled me to her. Our breasts mashed together and our lips met halfway. Unlike Keaton’s urgent kiss, this one was… softer… less rushed. Still pleasant (almost surprisingly so because I had never really found myself attracted to girls before) just different; Aine was gentle, and our lips almost seemed to caress each other. Like Keaton, Aine tasted like alcohol and pipe weed but there was something else and it took me a moment to recognize it as Keaton’s dick and his cum. It added a strange tang to the experience.
	Our hands wandered and once more Aine’s ended up squeezing my butt while mine teased their way down towards her fiery patch of pubic hair. Going still further south, I found her slit and rubbed along her opening before pressing a finger into her wet depths. She moaned, shuddering, and this time I slipped my tongue deep into her mouth. I heard Keaton mumble appreciative things as he took in the sight before him.
	Suddenly Aine pulled away, her eyes half-lidded, and she growled. I made a noise like a mouse being trodden on as she tackled me into the pile of furs that made up their bed. Looming over me, Aine grinned and brought her face into the crook of my neck. Her breath was hot and wet and it came in wanting gasps. I felt her teeth as she nipped at my skin, suckling and licking a trail of fire down to each of my breasts and then going further down to my navel where she slipped her tongue into my belly button, drawing a breathless giggle from my throat. She didn’t stop there and soon she was pressing her nose into my pubis, smelling the sweat and my lust as her tongue probed at my opening. Her mouth moved upwards and her lips found my clit. My hips jerked sporadically as she suckled on my sensitive little nub and inserted a wriggling finger into my dripping hole. I had never felt such pleasure; it was like liquid fire racing up and down my body, pooling at my breasts before moving to my quim and rebounding back and forth. My hands clutched and reclutched at the furs and I felt something coming. The knot of pressure that had been building in my stomach since I had entered the tent dissolved all at once and I was undone. My body shuddered and I felt a rush of liquid flow from my opening as I howled the names of all the gods I could think of and through it all, Aine continued wriggling her finger inside me and teasing my clit with her tongue and I rode waves upon waves of pleasure for what felt like hours though, before it grew to be too much, it stopped. Aine pulled her head out from between my legs, grinning proudly, her face absolutely drenched with my spent lust.
	“How was tha-”
	I never let her finish because I lunged forward and pulled her into a kiss that could never really show how thankful I was towards these two. I tasted myself on her tongue and felt the covers shift and I saw Keaton kneeling down between my legs. Aine moved off me and shifted until she held my head in her lap. “Are you ready?” she whispered and I couldn’t help but shiver. Was I? We had all gone very far together, really only this last step remained, and I could walk away. Aine and Keaton might be disappointed but they would understand.
	I think.
	Still, I shouldn’t allow myself to feel pressured by lust and the expectations of others.
	Oh, fuck it. “Get that cock inside me right now, Katie!” I demanded, my fingers spreading my lower lips in invitation.
Aine laughed long and hard while Keaton knelt there, dick in hand, dumbstruck. “You heard the lady,” said Aine with a hearty chortle, running her hands through my sweaty hair, “hurry up and fuck her!
	Keaton took a deep breath and settled himself more securely between my legs. “Right,” he said, running his the head of his cock up and down my still sensitive slit. His cock caught on my opening and he held it there. He looked me in the eye, smiled, and slowly thrust forward until the head was resting inside me. Any deeper and I knew I could kiss my virginity goodbye.
Swallowing, I nodded at him. “Go, quickly.”
	He leaned over me, resting on his elbows, and kissed me slowly. “Thank you,” he said, smiling down at me, before lurching forwards, burying half of his cock inside my tunnel and annihilating my maiden’s barrier. 
	Oh god, it hurt, even with the alcohol and weed in my system. My back arched sharply and I whimpered, biting down on my lower lip. My mom had told me it would be a pinch; this was like being stabbed in the vagina with a blunt sword! Aine stroked my face, humming, and looking almost motherly; Keaton had simply stopped, buried halfway inside me, as he waited for me to recover. We sat there for almost a full minute, waiting for my breathing to return to normal, and eventually I was able to move a little bit. It brought on little echoes of discomfort but nothing like the initial penetration, and underneath all of that was a deep pleasure. I looked up at Keaton who had been placing little kisses along my collarbone and rolled my hips forward. He grinned at me and pulled out until just the head was resting at my entrance and I could see a bit of blood smeared along his shaft before he buried his entire length deep inside me. That thick cock splitting my tunnel, diving deeply where no man had been before… I moaned and jerked forward to meet his thrust, the sound of wet skin smacking filled our tent as we collided again and again. “Fuck!” I grunted; it was like being punched in the stomach, only pleasurable.
	“You’re so fucking tight, you sexy bitch!” he growled, slamming his pelvis into mine, making my breasts bounce in time.
	“I should be; you’re the only man that’s ever been there,” he sped up and I grinned, baring my canines as sweat beaded on my flushed skin, “you like that, huh?! How often do you two do this, seduce fresh-faced maidens?! How many notches do you have on your axe, lover?!”
	He never answered, just giving strangled groans as my pussy did its best to wring his balls free of cum. Suddenly Aine shifted and I had to prop myself on my elbows as I saw her dripping cunt settle itself over my face. “I need some fun too; eat me!”
I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was far too aroused to show any hesitation. I buried my face into her slit, giving long licks of my tongue over her entire mound and she moaned appreciatively as Keaton continued his harsh fucking. I didn’t know how long he could keep up his pace but I still wasn’t quite ready to cum, my earlier experience with Aine having taken the edge off my lust.
	Earlier experience with Aine… 
	I grinned and wrapped my arms around Aine’s waist to support my upper body and moved my licks upwards until I was prodding at her prominent button and teasing her piercing with the tip of my tongue. Aine howled like a cat but I wasn’t quite done with her and I used my nose to tease at her entrance, her lust running down my face and soaking into my already damp hair. “More!” she panted, and I felt Keaton slowing down while another knot formed again in my stomach. Growling, I moved Aine off me and flipped Keaton over to where I was the one on top. I sat still for a moment, the head of his dick kissing my deepest parts, before I started rocking in place, grinding my clit into his pelvis. Soon I had worked up my own rhythm and was bouncing on top of him and he had to meet my thrusts. 
	Looking over at Aine, I slapped the lady-warrior’s hands away from her hole and buried two fingers inside of her, using my thumb to attack her silver piercing. Copying her moves earlier, I wriggled my fingers inside her, and soon she was spraying my hand with a rush of her own liquid lust. I helped her ride her orgasm for a while, even slowing down a bit on Keaton to devote more attention to her pleasure, but after a while she almost seemed to be weeping at the prolonged sensation, so I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean, leaving her a quivering pile. Looking down at Keaton, I grinned.
	“Go easy on me?” he asked, and I bent down and kissed him softly.
	“Nope,” I said simply, speeding up my bounces and working his shaft with my quivering pussy. My juices, seeped down his rod, washing the blood away and I felt that knot inside me tighten to the breaking point. “Just a little more…” I said, and Keaton seemed to have heard me because he snaked a hand between us and pressed a thumb against my clit. I sank down on him once more and I felt that knot explode, girl-cum rushed outwards, soaking us as I felt him pulse inside me a full six times. My eyes closed in rapture; it was just as good as with Aine.
	Sex was amazing.
	Soon the only sound in the tent was heavy breathing and suddenly I felt very tired. Sighing, I fell over onto my side. Reaching down between my legs, my fingers came away wet with a pinkish, translucent, cocktail of his seed, my own girl-cum, and the last of my virginal blood. 
	I was nearly asleep when I saw an auburn-haired blur smack into Keaton’s barely stirring form. “Aine want cock now!” He whined in protest and Aine, slightly more in control of herself, said: “You’ve been sucked and fucked, Lu’s been eaten and fucked, and I’ve been eaten, but I’ve yet to be fucked,” she pointed to his limp, frothy-looking cock, “get that up and in me, now!”
He frowned up at his partner. “I-I don’t know if I can; I’m so fucking tired; who knew that Lu could work a cock so well?”
	I blushed.
	“I just have to do something to entice it,” said Aine, confidently. She turned and I saw her shuffle on her knees to my prone form. I swallowed; I didn’t like the way she was looking at me; it was almost wolfish. She peeled my legs apart, winked at me, and lowered her head to my no-longer pure hole. She swiped the flat of her tongue against my quim and I hissed; now that my lust was spent, I could feel how thoroughly ravaged my pussy was. She cooed at me and, more gently, bent forward to lap at my center like a dog at a bowl of water. It didn’t really feel good, but I could tell that my pleasure wasn’t her goal. Suddenly she gave a heavy slurp and I felt a deluge of cum (both mine and Keaton’s) leave me. Aine looked up, her cheeks bulging a bit, and suddenly I knew where the cum went. I thought that she’d merely swallow it, but she moved again, holding the cum in her mouth, and bent over my head. Without warning, she kissed me and used her tongue to transfer a portion of semen to me. It was salty and with the added musk of my own juices, not too bad; for a long while we laid there, swapping the ejaculate between our mouths as we kissed before she pulled apart, an equal portion for the both of us in our mouths. Looking back at Keaton, Aine made a show of swallowing noisily before opening her mouth and letting her tongue hang out, while I swallowed mine with little fanfare, still too tired to do much more than lay there. Aine crawled back over to Keaton, her breasts and butt swaying with almost exaggerated motions. “How was that, lover?”
	Keaton blushed and pointed to his lap where his cock sat, half-flaccid. 
	Aine hissed before an idea struck her and she grinned up at the hunter. Leaning into his ear she whispered something that I couldn’t hear, though the effect it had on Keaton was obvious as his eyebrows rose in excitement and his cock began to swell. Aine pivoted on her knees and bent over, thrusting her butt in the air, wiggling it at Keaton. “Remember to lube me up,” she said, “I’ve been leaking like a sieve but I’d rather be safe than sore in the morning.”
	“What?” I said, sleepily.
	“I asked Keaton to fuck my ass,” she said simply as the hunter positioned his face at her butt.
	Once again, I hadn’t even know that was a thing.
	Aine giggled at me. “A lot of girls don’t like it, and even more girls refuse to try it, but I honestly don’t know which hole I like fucked more!” 
	I was too tired to move, but Aine seemed happy to give me a running commentary as to what Keaton was doing to her ass. “Before a girl,” she giggled, “or a man, I suppose, gets buggered, you should always lubricate yourself with either a special jelly you could buy from an apothecary or you could do what Keaton’s-oh fuck-doing.” 
	“And what’s Keaton doing to you?”
	She grinned at me. “He’s eating my ass.”
	I -almost- expressed a bit of disgust but then I remembered that I had been sucking dick and eating pussy and swapping cum for the last… just what time was it anyway? It felt like it had been hours.
	“Another thing to remember,” she said, grinning at me, “is that anal sex can hurt if the butt in question is too tight, so you should always use fingers or a specially made toy to loosen it up a bit. See,” she grunted, “Keaton’s using his fingers to stretch me a bit. Ouch; be careful!”
	“Sorry…” he muttered, slowly jerking his prick.
	“It’s fine.”
	I shook my head and attempted to crawl over to get a better look; for some reason I felt like this should be something I should know, but after a painful throb from my still-sore puss, I decided to stay right where I was. 
	“She wants to see, Katie,” cooed Aine, wiggling in apparent excitement, “let’s give her a show!”
	Keaton shrugged and the two rearranged themselves so that my head was lying against his legs and Aine was over top of me, once again her cunny directly over my face. I could see his fingers disappearing into her backside, but not the hole directly. Aine seemed to realize this because she shuffled further down my body and straightened up, using her hands to pull apart her cheeks, revealing her pink butt. The hole seemed to be winking at me as she held it open, wanting to close yet unable to. “I think I’m ready, Keaton,” she sang, wriggling back towards the hunter, “stick it in my cunny to get a bit of extra lube, though.”
	He grunted and to me it seemed as though we had really put him through the wringer and he was hard mostly through sheer willpower. Keaton lined himself up with Aine’s tunnel and thrust forward without the hesitation he had displayed with me, burying himself all the way to the base as they both groaned. “That’s it,” said Aine, “that’s where you belong; balls deep in my cunt.” Keaton rolled his hips forward and then side to side, almost seeming to stir her puss like a cauldron, and the juices that escaped around him dripped down to my face and neck and chest. I sighed and absently wiped myself dry with the corner of a fur throw. Panting, Keaton pulled himself out of Aine and his cock was glistening in the lantern-light, rivulets of the lady-warrior’s own lust dripping down his shaft to soak into his pubic hair.
	Laughing a bit, Keaton pressed the head of his cock against Aine’s ass, almost seeming to delight in the grunts coming from his partner. Aine panted, tongue lolling out as she held her cheeks open and Keaton slowly sank into her tight ass inch by inch until his balls were resting against her drooling hole. They stayed still for a moment before Aine was wiggling and Keaton had pulled back until the head was resting just inside her before plunging back into her. The hunter snarled and grabbed great handfuls of Aine’s thick auburn hair, using them as reigns to pull her back until she was almost completely vertical in an effort to fuck her harder and faster and deeper. 
	They went for a long time, indeed, almost twice as long as he went with me, and I couldn’t help but feel that it was because Aine and I had done such a good job working his dick to those first two orgasms, but eventually he seemed to hit his limit because he lurched forward one last time and I got another close-up of his balls clenching in his sack as he pumped her butt full of cum. Aine laughed dizzily and pulled off him, using a hand to hold his sperm inside her as she flopped down next to me. “Good job, lover; you gave me two.”
	“Never again,” he panted, curling into my other side, “you two at the same time would kill any man. I thought I saw my ancestors that last time…” 
	We all laughed sleepily and Aine pulled a fur over us. Snuggling together, we each drifted off to sleep.