Yes, with quick fingers.

“On your knees, bitch!” he commanded. Shairi obeyed, waiting while he undid the laces of his britches. He grabbed her head, tangling his fingers in her hair, and unceremoniously pulled her towards his foul-smelling cock. Shairi immediately put to work the skills her mistress had **** her to develop, playing her tongue along its length and sucking with every appearance of eagerness.

The bard had frozen in her crude attempt to match Shairi’s strip tease. She was staring with horrified fascination at the mercenary **** Shairi’s mouth, too stunned to notice the fact she’d paused halfway through rolling her trousers down her arse. The other mercenary stepped forward to get a better view.

“Fuck!” the man Shairi was sucking gasped. “This bitch is amazing! I don’t know which brothel she escaped from, but I don’t think I’ve ever been blown this good! I think I’m gonna – urk!”

The last pained gasp came as Shairi’s quick hands grabbed both the men’s daggers from their sheaths and pressed their points into vital areas. She removed her mouth from the man’s cock, but it was a bit to late – a moment later he shot his load, leaving sticky white strands all over her face and bare breasts. Her eyes narrowed in anger.

“Don’t move or you’ll regret it,” she snapped. “You, the bard –” the girl started guiltily “– get their weapons.” She did so.

“Now,” Shairi said to the mercenaries. “By rights, I should castrate you both.” The one who’d fucked her mouth still hadn’t had a chance to dress, and now she ran the point of the knife over his balls, making them clench. “However, for some reason I’m in a merciful mood.” She stood up suddenly, and grabbed a sword from the bard. “If you strip off – discard every damn thing you’re carrying – and then run as far and as fast as you can, I may decide not to come after you.” She made a gesture of a spell with her free hand – the Rune of Fear.

Terrified, the men obeyed her, and ran naked into the night, followed by laughter from those in the tavern.