Bard to the Bone Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Quench the Wench

None of them took her up on her offer, but Silver figured this was just because they were in public. She'd make the same offer later, in private, and she was sure she'd have better results. At the very least, Falowen would probably be more than happy to see to her 'virgin cock' a second time.

They arrived at the Thirsty Wench Inn a little before it got dark again. Silver was very hopeful about the sign, depicting a full-figured woman cupping her hands and sticking out her tongue to catch a drip from a tipping flagon. It looked like some had gotten on her chest too.

"I like this place already," she said, as they stepped into the cozy interior.

A couple of tables were already occupied by other adventuring parties, all debating in hushed voices the best way to slay this monster or retrieve that mcguffin. Meanwhile, a woman who looked just like the sign outside was carrying flagons and tankards to thirsty adventurers, and Silver's eyes followed her unerringly like a pair of perverse magic missiles.

"So, Terriax is a bust," Hana said, as they took their seats around a circular table and she gestured to the bar for a round. "Where does that leave us?"

"With a kingdom that owes us a lot of money still frozen in ice," Raven said, drawing back her hood and sliding off her gloves.

She was pretty under the hood. Her dark hair fell over one red eye and her face was moonlight pale and porcelain smooth, like a doll's. Silver's appreciation for the charms of her team seemed to be deepening with every moment she was under the curse.

Which was a fancy and poetic way of saying she wanted to tap Raven's ass at the first available opportunity.

"Also, with a vengeful Witch Queen on the loose who absolutely will not undo her curse unless we can find her broom," Lorna added.

"See? An entire city frozen in ice, that's a curse." Gladys nodded approvingly, then pointed at Silver. "Giving a horny little she-devil like Silver a dick. That's not a curse."

"It's a curse for us," Raven insisted.

"I'd make it so good for you though," Silver said, meeting her eye with a half-lidded, provocative gaze. Despite her pallor, she flushed and she considered that a win.

Or at least a good first step.

The serving wench came by with a tray and deposited their drinks on the table. The way she leaned forward exposed a country mile of cleavage. She tossed her auburn curls over her shoulder, tucked the tray under her arm and shot Silver a wink of her sparkling, blue eyes. She gulped, but not because she was thirsty. Well, not for ale anyway.

"Stop staring," Falowen chided, gripping Silver's wrist tightly, "and drooling."

"Sorry," she said, wiping her mouth, "but I always stare at tits. I like tits. Especially when they're like that."

Big. Soft. Pillowy. She could rest her head in those and sleep for days. Shit, she could put her new dick between them and finally find out what all the fuss was about.

"Yes, but you don't normally stick out so much in front when you do. It's making both your curse and your lechery very obvious."

"Oops," Silver muttered, sliding her tankard closer and trying to clamp her thighs around the erection swelling in her pants.

"Maybe we can hook Silver up with the wench and buy ourselves some time," Raven muttered. "I'd like to get in one good night's sleep before I have to fend off impregnation by a crazed futa."

"Actually, Silver's particular curse does not render her capable of impregnating anyone," Falowen said. "I have used identification magic to make sure of it."

"For real?" Raven asked, her tone changing completely. When she next looked at Silver, all her hostility seemed to have melted away, replaced with plain and simple interest.

"Don't you need to touch something for ten minutes to use identification magic?" Hana asked, arching an eyebrow. She was obviously trying not to smirk.

"Yes, well, needs must. I can't stand idly by while one of our compatriots is suffering under a terrible curse."

"Sure."

"You really think I've got a shot with the wench?" Silver asked. She normally had a one-track mind, but her affliction was bearing her down that track much quicker than previously.

"Why not?" Lorna asked sweetly. "You're a beautiful woman and a smooth talker. You've seduced countless men and women with your beauty and erotic skills. Why would being so well-endowed make it more difficult? If anything, you're appealing to a broader range of people now."

"Oh, right! Yeah, I guess so."

She hesitated. It had never seemed daunting before. Any time she saw someone who caught her fancy, she went over and started laying it down. If they picked up, and they usually did, she had a fun couple of hours in her future, maybe even a nice, warm night.

Suddenly, she was tongue-tied. Maybe it was what Falowen had said about her being a virgin. The word had gotten into her head and made her unsteady. She hadn't been a virgin in a long, long time but suddenly she felt like one. A desperate teen face-to-tits with a gorgeous woman, longing to get their dick wet.

No. She was a bard. A horny one at that. She could do this. She wasn't going to strike out, which was an appropriate metaphor because they definitely had some form of baseball in this fantasy universe.

"Wish me luck, girls," she said, pushing her chair back with a scrape of wood against the boards.

Thumbs up followed. They'd always been so supportive of her hobbies. It was really amazing that she hadn't fucked any of them yet. That would probably change over the next few days. Just because she couldn't impregnate anybody didn't mean she wasn't a crazed futa like Raven had said.

She walked to the bar and leaned across the counter. This was a great approach for her usually. If her target was in front of her, they were getting a good look into happy valley, where rents were reasonable and a comfortable stay was guaranteed. And if they were behind her, they'd enjoy the way her pants pulled taut around the curve of her ass. A little, impatient wiggle and she usually had them right where she wanted them.

Her eyes were fixed on the wench, who was bending down to connect a new keg to the tap. Her skirt had ridden halfway up her thighs, dangerously close to showing Silver something that would damn her soul. She could feel her new equipment straining at the front of her pants again.

The wench straightened, adjusted the minor wardrobe malfunction at the front of her top, and turned to see Silver watching. She smiled at her in a way that only made her more eager.

"Get you something, sweetheart? You and your friends need another round?"

"I was wondering about the sign," Silver said, jerking her thumb at the front door. "How thirsty are you exactly?"

She seemed surprised at first. Then her expression melted into a lurid smile and she came closer. Leaning forward as Silver was, that put her sizeable breasts in the thin, white material of her dress at eye level. The wench put her hands on the bar and cocked her head.

"Why? Want to buy me a drink?"

"Definitely. Unless it's not ale you're thirsty for."

"I might have other interests, but... Sorry, sugar. You're cute and all, and I love the tits, but I really had my heart set on something a little more... manly tonight."

"Manly?" Silver asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Maybe an orc or a goliath. Something... big. You know how it is. A little tongue or finger action is good, but sometimes you just want to be spread, stretched and filled up. You know what I'm saying?"

"Is that right?" Silver asked, pushing herself forward.

She leaned past the woman's face, brushing her soft cheek against hers. She felt the smooth warmth as their breasts touched, and didn't stop until her lips were beside her delicate ear.

"I've got what you need," she whispered. "Take a break and meet me in the storeroom in five minutes. I promise you won't be disappointed."

The wench looked surprised, but not uninterested. Silver grinned at her, returned the wink she'd given her at the table, and strolled with confidence to the storeroom at the back of the bar. It was a ballsy move, but the other woman made no attempt to stop her. That meant she was at least considering it.

Anxiety clamped its jaws around her when she stepped in the back. Maybe she'd overreached. Maybe this would blow up in her face. She maybe should have used a charm or a suggestion, but...

That was cheating. Silver fucked on her own merit. Spells were for losers.

Five minutes later, the wench strode through, unfastening her apron and hanging it on a hook by the door. She stood with her arms folded under her chest, heavy breasts lifted into magnificent proportions, and waited.

"Well?" she said. "Here I am."

"And here I am," Silver replied.

She popped the button on her pants and slid them down a few inches. They peeled away, and the pose the wench had taken helped to ensure her entrance was grand. Her member sprang free, well on its way to being fully erect, and the wench's eyes widened, pupils dilating, mouth dropping open in shock.

"By the gods! You're a..."

"... hot girl with a big dick," Silver finished for her. "Yeah, it's a recent thing, but... I figure why not make the best of it?"

"Yeah," the wench said, stunned. "Why not?"

She couldn't take her eyes off it, completely hypnotised. Her hands fell to her thighs, fingers clenching in her skirt. Her breasts bounced as they dropped and Silver bit her lip. The anticipation brought her fully hard.

"I want to taste it," the other woman gasped after a moment, and slid to her knees before she'd even closed the distance between them in her haste.

"Yeah, you do," Silver murmured, sliding her hand into those thick, auburn curls. "Go get it, girl."

The wench seized Silver in both hands, squeezing and stroking. It was a different feeling than when Falowen had done it, less commanding and more experiential, like the barmaid wanted to feel every bump and ridge through her palms and fingers. Then she clamped her mouth around the head, stretching out her lips around it and starting a slow, wet suck. It was like she was making out with it and Silver felt her knees buckling. She was so sensitive.

She worked her mouth on it for a good minute before she started to slide it deeper. Silver gasped as she felt her tongue running along the underside, felt her throat squeezing and then yielding. She heard a soft gag as the wench opened herself completely.

"Oh, that's it," she sighed, fingers stroking the back of the woman's head. "Fucking take it, baby. Choke yourself on my dick."

The dirty talk wasn't her usual, obviously. She'd cribbed it from a bunch of the guys she'd fucked over the years, but it always made her shiver when they couldn't help but be filthy with her, they were that turned on.

The wench seemed to like it too. She'd clawed up the front of her skirt and her free hand was very busy between her legs. Silver just hoped she wasn't going to wear herself out. After her session with Falowen in the forest, she knew this thing had stamina.

Maybe that was the curse. She was going to be horny all the time, only ever satisfied for a moment. She'd have to hope they stopped at a lot more inns with barmaids like this. Or that her party got a lot more interested in what she was offering.

The wench pushed deeper, like she was trying to get her nose on Silver's stomach. She felt herself twitch inside the tight confines. The woman's eyes flicked up at her, and the tableau made her flush with arousal. Her sapphire eyes all lazy and half-lidded, her cheeks sucked in, her lips stretched, her spit running down her gorgeous breasts as they spilled carelessly out of her top revealing hard, pink nipples and so much flesh Silver would have needed Gladys's massive hands to cup them, and that still wouldn't have been enough.

"I'm gonna cum," she grunted.

The wench nodded without letting her slide out an inch. She batted her eyelashes, then tried to force her in even deeper. Silver hissed through clenched teeth, then let out a deeper moan than she usually did. She twitched and then broke, climaxing just as hard as she'd done with Falowen.

The other woman took it all. Every drop. She gulped and gulped and gulped, slurping up every drop. At the same time, she shuddered and shook as her own orgasm came upon her.

When she finally pulled Silver's softening length out of her with a wet pop, she sagged forward against her pink thighs. The bard caught her and held her upright. She slowly slipped to her knees and pulled her into an embrace, clamping her lips to the girl's sticky mouth.

"Fuck..." she gasped, when they finally parted, breathing hard. "That was... That was so..."

"Big enough?" Silver asked, with a smirk.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

"So, after you close up tonight, my room?"

The wench laughed and nodded. She pulled her in for another sloppy kiss.

"Andrea," she said.

"Andrea?"

"My name. So you can scream it later."