The Twice Blown Bard

--- The tavern was empty except for Nahida sprawled across the bar, her bare thighs pressing into the rough wood as Venti traced lazy circles up her inner leg with his tongue. The air smelled of ale and sweat, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the clink of his belt hitting the floor. "You talk too much for a god," she gasped, arching when his fingers pushed past her soaked panties. His grin flashed against her skin before he dragged her underwear aside, mouth sealing over her clit with a hum that vibrated through her. Nahida swore, fingers knotting in his hair as his tongue flicked faster. "Less worship," she panted, "more fucking." Venti didn’t need telling twice. He hauled her off the bar, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. One hand pinned her hips; the other guided his cock into her with a rough thrust that made her cry out. Each snap of his hips drove her tits against the wood, her moans echoing off the walls. They wouldn’t make it to the bed. She didn’t care. --- (Would you like the second round now, or should I hold off for the next part?)

Venti’s fingers dug into Nahida’s hips as he fucked her harder, the bar shuddering beneath them with every thrust. She gasped, the wood rough against her nipples, her stomach slick with sweat. His pace was relentless, the slap of skin on skin drowning out everything else. "Fuck—right there—" Her nails scraped the counter as his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine. He growled, gripping her hair and yanking her head back, his breath hot on her neck. "You take it so well," he murmured, teeth grazing her shoulder before biting down. Nahida whimpered, the sting only sharpening the pleasure coiling tight in her belly. Her thighs trembled, her cunt clenching around him as she neared the edge. Venti felt it, his free hand sliding around to rub rough circles over her clit. "Come for me," he demanded, voice ragged. She shattered with a cry, her body tightening around his cock as he fucked her through it, his own release following with a groan. He didn’t pull out, staying buried inside her as they both caught their breath. Then, with a smirk, he nipped her ear. "Ready for round three?"