Too Much Drink
Sonin wasn’t entirely sure how this happened. One moment they were drinking and sharing stories, the next they were back in the inn naked. Argis had his mouth on hers, kissing with fever as Farkas was pawing her ass. Her moans muffled into Argis’ throat as he pressed his tongue into her. She could feel Farkas rubbing his erection between her cheeks.
Farkas bit at the back of her neck, hard enough to leave bruises. Argis didn’t seem to mind, keeping their lips locked with both hands tangled in her hair. Sonin wasn’t exactly complaining about this turn of events, but she was still very much confused on how they got here.
“On the bed,” Farkas demanned, roughly pulling her by the waist toward the double bed.
Farkas laid on the bed, guiding Sonin over his erection and impaling her with it. Her head rolled back at the sensation. Argis came behind her, massaging her breasts as she started to bounce on Farkas.
“You guys sure you don’t mind sharing like this?” Sonin had to ask.
“Nope,” Argis replied, moving his hands to a bottle of oil that he kept in his traveling pack.
“Same here,” Farkas replied, his own eyes shut in the pleasure of her walls milking him.
Sonin relaxed her body as she felt Argis’ oiled finger prodding her asshole. There was a brief moment of resistance before he was able to bottom his digit out. The feeling of him stroking her insides made her body clench down tighter on Farkas. Farkas grunted, moving his hands to her waist and taking control of her movements. Argis adjusted himself to line up with her rear entrance, his lubricated erection pressing against her.
“Oh by the Nine,” Sonin moaned without restraint as Argis filled her.
“That’s right,” Argis put a hand to her throat and gently applied pressure, “Let me hear you.”
“Argis,” she mewled as her head started to suddenly feel lighter, “please-please. More!”
“As you wish,” Argis started moving more roughly in her to match Farkas’ pace.
“You’re not going to be getting all the fun to yourself,” Farkas said to Argis, “I’m going to be the one to make her scream.”
Sonin was overwhelmed by the feeling of being stretched to her fullest, “I don’t care who does what. Just don’t stop!”
The two men made eye contact and nodded, both mutual in their wanting to give Sonin the best they had. Sonin leaned her head back, giving Argis as much access to her neck as he wanted. Farkas tightened his grip, the pressure Argis created was making her tighter than ever before. He was surprised she could even stretch this far. All of it was making him painfully close to blowing his load.
“Farkas,” Sonin panted, “Grab my breasts.” He did as told, taking both the soft mounds in his burly hands and pawing them. “Argis,” she continued while mewling, “tighter.”
“As you command,” he applied more pressure to her throat, making her lightheaded.
Sonin rolled her hips as fast as she could, seeking that rough pleasure. Farkas’ grip was like iron, the dull pain adding to her budding heat. Argis took a hand and ran it down her spine to cup her ass.
“You could make Dibella blush right now,” Argis said in her ear.
Sonin grinned, her climax nearing. She could feel that Farkas was too, as his cock began to twitch inside of her.
“I-I want you both to cum inside me,” Sonin groaned.
“Alright,” Argis pulled out of her ass, getting quite the idea. He grabbed a cloth and wiped some of the oil from himself. “Get ready for some company Farkas.”
“What are you-oh! Oh gods!” Sonin nearly screamed as Argis forced his was into her vagina, rubbing his erection with Farkas’. “I don’t think I can take both of you.”
“You can,” Argis cooed, “Just relax.” He stroked her back and felt her body losing its sudden tension.
Argis’ moans matched Sonin’s as he sunk in as far as he could, only a couple inches out of her.
“Getting crowded in here,” Farkas commented, “Never thought I’d share a woman like this.”
“First time?” Argis teased.
“Guys I-I feel like I’m being ripped apart,” Sonin groaned, but kept moving her hips.
“Seems like you like that,” Farkas grinned from under her, giving her a hard thrust to emphasize his point.
“Fuck me,” Sonin whined.
“We are,” Farkas growled, surprised that he was enjoying the sensation of another man’s cock on his just as much as he was enjoying Sonin’s tight snatch.
“I’m gonna-” Sonin’s cry choked off as she came.
The intense grip made both of the men reach their climax, painfully so. Sonin collapsed onto Farkas’ sweaty form. Argis pulled out, his seed thickly running out of her. The warmth running down Farkas’ now softening erection. It was forgein, but not unpleasant.
“Are you okay?” Farkas asked as he cupped the side of her face.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to rush any dragons anytime soon,” she laughed.
“Worth it,” Argis slapped her ass.
“Alright guys,” Sonin rolled over onto the bed, a sweaty mess, “I think I’m tapped out of sex for a while.”
“Can’t blame you,” Farkas replied, “Where are we headed next?”
“Riften. I have a contact there who will probably be able to point me to the dragon,” she paused, “He knows everything.”
“He?” Argis questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Ah-yes,” She cleared her throat, “He’s always got an ear on the street.”
Sonin rolled onto her stomach and started to doze. Argis joined her, wrapping his arms around them. Farkas stayed back, looking over Argis’ physique. He was built similarly to himself, all muscle and scars. Farkas never really gave much attention to other men, but the adrenaline coursing through him stirred up some feelings he only had for Sonin. Brushing it off, he dressed and headed out to find Vilkas.