Unexpected Talent

(This is an abandoned continuation of the Tavern short story)

“Mark of the Maiden” was the game called as I later found out.

There had been other tavern events I remembered. But this one I hadn’t found apparently.

“Oh they seem rather shy, lads and lasses your age should be adventurous, you know what? I will make a special deal for your table.”

As the awkward silence stretch on, the keeper proposed that if one of us managed the seven inch mark our whole tables drinks would be on the house.

I sat there, hoping that one of my companions would take up the challenge, but they both seemed as surprised and uncertain as I was. The first was Lyra, a seasoned warrior with a reputation for fearlessness on the battlefield, but even she seemed hesitant in this situation. The other was Mira, a skilled sorceress who usually had a quick wit and a ready retort, but she too was at a loss for words.

I had partied up with these two ever since getting separated from the hero. As far as my party knows we were all send to random locations due to the portal gate miss-functioning. Well I knew it would happen eventually, as it was one of the first significant story events allowing the hero party to witness the demons involvement all over the place. And after this deciding to find out what’s going on with those Crystals the demons are hiding everywhere. Everyone will get their own short adventure, though already knowing where my crystal was located I had persuaded these two to help me destroy it and was waiting for the others to finish their own. I had dropped some hints that should help them but this event wasn’t really dangerous as it was mainly about the hero party finding out that something strange was going on and that demons were involved.

It usually didn’t take more than a week until the hero party was back together but having finished my quest on the first day I had accepted the party invite and been spending my time together with these two. The others should arrive a day from now so this was likely my last day together with them. They are recurring characters and based on what I remember you could only recruit them much later once the hero party is around the same level as them.

I wanted to recruit them right now but knew it was basically asking them to babysit us. So instead I built up a good relationship with them.

The tavern keeper, sensing our hesitation, approached our table. "Come now, ladies," he cajoled, "don't be shy. It's all in good fun, and think of the free drinks!" He winked, trying to ease our discomfort.

Lyra looked at me, then at Mira, and shrugged. "Why not?" she said, a slow grin spreading across her face. "We're here to unwind, right?" She stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor. The crowd cheered as she made her way to the stage, her long, dark hair swaying with each step.

Lyra chose a bold red lipstick, applying it generously. She was a tall, muscular woman, and she commanded the stage with the same presence she had on the battlefield. The crowd fell silent as she knelt before the phallus, her expression focused. She took it into her mouth, her jaw stretching wide, and the crowd began to count. She pushed further, her eyes watering, but she held the position, her determination evident.

The tavern keeper measured her mark. "Eight inches!" he announced, and the crowd roared their approval. Lyra grinned, taking a bow before returning to our table.

Mira looked at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Your turn, Claire," she said, pushing me gently. I hesitated, feeling a flutter of nerves in my stomach. But the energy of the crowd was infectious, and I found myself standing up, my heart pounding in my chest.

I chose a deep pink lipstick, my hands trembling slightly as I applied it. The crowd cheered as I stepped onto the stage, their voices a blur of sound. I knelt before the phallus, taking a deep breath. I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me, their anticipation palpable.

Kneeling before the phallic object I remembered all the cocks I was made to suck, I have never willingly offered to suck someone off but inevitably was **** into situations where I had ****.

I took the phallus into my mouth, the rubber warm and surprisingly lifelike. I pushed further, feeling it stretch my jaw, my lips sliding over the surface.

The crowd began to count, their voices rising with each second. I gagged and as the crowd slowly counted up I felt myself getting wet. I wondered if the other girls felt the same or if I am the only one getting wet from all the attention focused on me while sucking this fake cock.

I held the position, my body trembling with effort, before finally pulling back, gasping for breath.

The tavern keeper measured my mark, his eyes widening in surprise. "Eight and a half inches!" he announced, and the crowd erupted into cheers. I had taken the lead, and the thrill of competition coursed through my veins unexpectedly.

Mira was the last to go, her lipstick a vibrant orange that matched the flames of the tavern's hearth. She was petite, her features delicate, but she approached the stage with a confidence that belied her size. The crowd fell silent as she knelt, her eyes locked on the phallus.

She took it into her mouth, her lips stretching wide. She pushed further, her body trembling, but she held the position, her determination unyielding. The crowd counted, their voices rising, and when she pulled back, they roared their approval.

The tavern keeper measured her mark, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in for a closer look. "Nine inches!" he announced, and the crowd went wild. Mira had won, her skill and determination earning her the prize.

As the night wore on, the three of us celebrated our victories, our table laden with free drinks courtesy of the tavern. The energy of the place was intoxicating, and we found ourselves laughing and joking, our inhibitions lowered. It was a night unlike any other, a night of scandal and excitement, and as I looked around at my companions, I knew it was a night we would never forget.

In the end, it didn't matter who won or lost. What mattered was the thrill of the game, the camaraderie of our little group, and the memories we made in that bustling, bawdy tavern. It was a night of freedom and as I raised my glass, clinking it against Lyra's and Mira's, I knew that this was a night I would cherish forever.

(The reason she is with another party is because I feel like she wouldn’t participate in such an event with her main party otherwise. At least not early on therefore I created a scenario where she was separate from her party but it feels a bit **** in my opinion. Whether or not I might go back to this idea I am unsure of but for now it’s among the deleted scenes.)