A Drunkard's Dare (Girls perspective further below)

Claires perspective from the side in a random tavern:

There was some girl in a drunken argument with what must have been a recent party member of hers.

"...why would I waste money on something like that?"

"It's boring to drink by myself!" she pouted leaning against him with a bottle full of ****.

"Petty as you are I bet you have a small dick." She challenged in a drunken stupor trying to rile the guy up.

"I have plenty down there, just so you know, I just don't wanna drink." he said defensively.

"Well let's check it out then." she said all of a sudden going down on her knees.

Her drunken haze cleared as her eyes widened in surprise, she had been trying to humiliate the guy for refusing to drink with her but kneeled there stumped for a moment.

"huh??"

I wasn't exactly sure what happened next but I did see her drag the guy upstairs not long after and by the creaking upstairs it wasn't hard to guess what they were up to.

"Well at-least someone got some action tonight." Another said from the same table those two left before.

"Lucky guy, she was a total bitch during the last quest constantly complaining but I wouldn't mind having a go at her either."

"You think they would mind as joining in?" One of the remaining girls said.

Soon after the whole party went upstairs.

I knew causal sex, especially between veteran adventurers and mercenaries, was pretty common to release some pent up stress but even I was a little stumped about how quickly that escalated.

Ps: It's not like they have sex with any random person or all the time but having gone through potentially dangerous missions together it does help to ground oneself and relieve a good amount of stress for both sexes which is why the girls are nearly as likely to initiate it as they guys are after a stressful mission or to celebrate coming back alive and cashing a decent reward.

Anyway here is the actual chapter:

Her POV:

The room’s spinning, or maybe it’s just me. The tavern’s a blur of clinking mugs, raucous laughter, and the stink of sweat and ale. I clutch my bottle like it’s my lifeline, the amber liquid sloshing as I lean into him—some new guy who tagged along on our last quest not like I have been in the party for long either. He’s all stoic, arms crossed, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Boring. Why’d he even come if he’s gonna be such a killjoy?

“Why would I waste money on something like that?” he says, brushing off my offer to to drink together. His voice is sharp, like he’s judging me for having fun. Prick.

“It’s boring to drink by myself!” I pout, leaning closer, letting my shoulder bump his. The ****’s got my tongue loose, my filter gone. I tilt my head, smirking, and the words just spill out. “Petty as you are, I bet you have a small dick.”

The table goes quiet for a second, then someone snickers. His face flushes, and I can tell I hit a nerve. Good. Let’s see how tough you are now, Mr. High-and-Mighty.

“I have plenty down there, just so you know,” he snaps, all defensive, shifting in his seat. “I just don’t wanna drink.”

Oh, he’s mad. Perfect. My lips curl into a grin, the kind that says I’m not done messing with him. The booze is buzzing in my veins, making me feel bold. “Well, let’s check it out then,” I say, and before I even know what I’m doing, I’m sliding off my chair, dropping to my knees right in front of him.

The tavern noise fades. My head’s foggy, but I’m committed now, staring up at him, expecting him to squirm, maybe run off humiliated as I tug at his pants.

It was supposed to be a joke, a way to embarrass him, to make him squirm for daring to be so boring but when his pants finally came down...

"Huh?"

My eyes widen, the drunken haze snapping clear for a heartbeat. His cock was right there, big and bold, casting a shadow over my face. Much bigger than I had anticipated and I froze, my brain stumbling over itself.

(This wasn’t part of the plan. I was supposed to humiliate him, not sit here dumbstruck, my face inches from that.. that thing. My cheeks burned, and it's not just from the booze. For a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, my bravado crumbling while he's still staring, and I’m still on my knees, and the whole damn table’s watching like this is some kind of show.)

He didn’t say anything, just looked down at me, one eyebrow raised like he was daring me to make the next move. The tavern’s noise roared back to life around us, but it felt distant. My heart pounded, a mix of embarrassment and something else—something hot and reckless curling in my gut.

Screw it. I wasn’t backing down now.

I grab his wrist, tugging him up and towards the stairs. “Come on,” I say, my voice rough. The bottle’s still in my other hand, half-forgotten, as I drag him toward the stairs. The floor creaks under us, and I can feel eyes on my back—probably the rest of the party, whispering, laughing. Let ‘em. I was too far gone to think straight.

Upstairs, the hallway’s dim, the air cooler. I push open the first door I see. My head’s spinning, but not just from the **** now. It’s him—his smug confidence, the way he’s not fazed by my bullshit. I turn to face him, ready to say something snarky, but the words don’t come. Instead, I’m stepping closer, and he’s not backing away, and then—well, things happen.

The bed creaks loud enough to wake half the tavern but we didn't care. I’m not thinking about the party downstairs anymore or the quest we barely survived or how I was supposed to be teaching this guy a lesson. All I know is the heat, the rush, the way my pulse is pounding in my ears and his rock hard cock is filling my tight little cunt. It’s messy, reckless, perfect.

I didn’t know how much time passed—minutes, hours?—before the door creaked open again. I froze, mid-motion my hips flush with his, my breath catching as I saw shadows in the doorway. The rest of the party. Of course. They’d followed us up, their eyes glinting. One of the girls—Lira, maybe?—grinned, her voice teasing. “Mind if we join?”

I laughed and then giggled drunkenly and continued to grind on his fat cock as I waved them in. Why not? The night was already a mess, a beautiful, chaotic mess, and I was too far gone to care about anything.

The room filled with bodies, voices, the clink of belts and armor hitting the floor. It was a blur of pent-up stress and naked skin unraveling in the only way we knew how.

Tomorrow, I’d probably regret it. My head would pound, my pride would sting, and I’d have to face the smirks of the others over breakfast. But right now, with the booze still burning in my veins and the bed creaking beneath me as he pounded into me, I didn’t care.

Next morning

"Wow, you can actually look lovely with your mouth stuffed." He said with a way too smug expression for my liking as I was taking care of his morning wood. Some others were still sleeping and snoring while Lira had already gone out for a bath.

"Screw you" I say around his cock while continuing with the blowjob. It's not like it's his dicks fault that he is a prick.

At least from the waist down he was decent I suppose as I lean back and spread my legs for him.