[Part 2] Aqua and Wiz's Futanari Tavern Night

The tavern buzzed with the usual evening crowd—adventurers boasting about their latest quests, merchants counting the day's earnings, and the occasional brawl breaking out in the corner. Amidst this chaos sat Aqua, the self-proclaimed goddess, her cheeks flushed crimson from downing her sixth mug of ale. Across from her, Wiz, the undead shopkeeper, sipped delicately from her own drink, her normally reserved demeanor loosened by the alcohol coursing through her system. The candles on their table flickered, casting dancing shadows across their faces as they leaned in, their conversation growing increasingly intimate with each emptied glass. "And that's why—" Aqua hiccupped, slamming her mug down with unnecessary force, "—I'm the most important member of our party! Kazuma would be DEAD without me!" She attempted to point dramatically but nearly fell off her chair in the process. The alcohol had turned her usual confident boasting into a sloppy display of self-importance. Wiz caught her by the arm, steadying her with a gentle touch that lingered perhaps a second too long.
Wiz's eyes drifted downward, her alcohol-addled brain suddenly fixated on a detail she'd normally be too polite to mention. "Aqua-sama, I hope you don't mind me saying, but your skirt is quite… revealing," she whispered, leaning closer as if sharing a scandalous secret. "It's so short that I can see your… well…" Her pale cheeks darkened as she struggled to find appropriate words. "I can almost always see your penis." The admission hung between them, and for a moment, the background noise of the tavern seemed to fade away. Wiz's eyes remained fixed on the hem of Aqua's skirt, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and something else—something hungry. "I've been curious… what it might be like to… to taste it." The words tumbled out before she could stop them. Aqua's eyes widened, her drunken mind processing Wiz's words with unusual clarity.

"You want to suck my dick?" Aqua asked loudly, causing several nearby patrons to glance their way before quickly returning to their own business—such conversations weren't entirely uncommon in a tavern at this hour. She leaned forward, suddenly intrigued rather than offended. "I've never fucked an ass before," she admitted, her voice dropping to an uncharacteristic whisper. "I've been curious about it." Wiz's entire face was practically glowing now, but she nodded slowly. "I know a place," she murmured. "A room at the inn next door. It's… discreet." The implication was clear, and despite their usual antagonism—Aqua constantly reminding Wiz of her undead status—the alcohol and unexpected attraction had created a bridge between them.

They stumbled through the streets, giggling like schoolgirls, until they reached a modest inn. The room Wiz led them to was small but cozy, illuminated solely by candlelight that gave the stone walls and wooden furniture a warm, intimate glow. Medieval tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of knights and maidens that seemed to watch their every move. Aqua stood awkwardly in the center of the room, suddenly nervous despite her earlier bravado. "So, um… how do we start?" she asked, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Wiz approached her with unexpected confidence, gently pushing her back until Aqua's legs hit the edge of the bed. "Sit down," Wiz instructed softly, kneeling before the goddess. "Let me worship you properly." The irony wasn't lost on either of them—an undead creature worshipping a goddess, but not in prayer.