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LARP Couples, Part 6 (Young Men to Fantasy Couples TFTG)
🕑 Added 2024-09-28 10:41:56 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
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Harry and Lucas are nerdy friends on their way to a fantasy LARP when suddenly they are bullied by Kade and Rowan, their two regular tormentors. But when a witch overhears this bullying, she decides to take matters into her own hands and give the nerds everything they wanted. Soon the four are transported into a fantasy land that runs on LARP rules, where the nerds are the macho heroes and the bullies are now their submissive fantasy girlfriends!
Part 6: The Treasure at the End
When both couples woke in the morning, it was with lust still rising and burning within them. Raven had dreamed of her orc mate, his powerful green flesh enveloping hers, and it had made her body ready and willing the moment she woke. She was on top of him, her nakedness against his, the morning sun rising upon their forms. She raised her head to examine the sleeping man, his impressive tusks, his broad jaw, his powerful forehead and brown. It was the kind of look she had possessed once - at least a human variant - but she had no jealousy of it now. There was only lust. And, daringly, she knew exactly where to start. During the night she had half-heard a scribble adding to her character sheet. She saw it now as it unfurled for several seconds before her.
As an elf, Raven possesses many ways of pleasing a sexual partner, including using the arts of tongue and mouth.
Her mouth watered at the prospect, and so she lowered her face down to her orc master’s member, and slowly back to lick and stroke the shaft.
Lukarg awoke to this sensation a couple of minutes later, having had a sudden delightful dream that mingled with reality. His cock was long and thick and hard as hell, and at the end of it was Raven, sucking away dutifully, giving him the best blowjob of his life. Well, it was the first blowjob of his life, but from an elf, it was practically magical.
“Aghhh, you truly are p-perfect now, Raven! Much better than you were! Ahhh, don’t take your mouth off, I’m nearly ready. I want you to s-swallow it all! UGHH!!”
She did swallow it all. He blasted his load down her throat, and thanks to her fantastical aspect, she was able to avoid gagging. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and she squirmed in a little private orgasm just at the knowledge that she had devoured her man and master’s cum.
“Morning, my mate,” she whispered, withdrawing from his cock after licking it clean. She pressed her breasts against him. “Give me a few minutes of orc warmth, and I’ll be ready to let you take me from behind again.”
He squeezed her ass, felt her hips, and smiled, tusks long and proud. “No, this time I want you on my lap.”
She giggled, no longer caring about any humiliation. The feelings were simply too good.
***
Far back at the campsite, Harry was also being serviced by his own ‘mate.’ The Princess had woken up highly aroused again, and was briefly annoyed to see that her character sheet noted this explicitly:
Kaylin’s libido has levelled up: she now has additional sexual prowess but feels a deep need to be pleasured at least three times a day.
It hadn’t taken much time for her to literally smack her lover awake, throw herself on him, and once Harry had lost his wakeful grogginess, stroke his manhood into hardness and place it inside her. She rode him, pressing her chest against his, kissing him passionately, feeling his cock slide in and out of her. It was an easy, comfortable position, and even better for being able to feel in control in some way. The former jock had always loved feeling powerful and dominating, and now the only way to achieve that in her new form as Kaylin was to order Harry to please her sexually.
And please her he did: He gripped her hips firmly yet with a simultaneously gentlemanlike manner, and when he raised his arms to hold her as climax approached, the look in his eyes was one of awe and devotion. Something in the former bully just melted at that look. She gasped with every thrust, every rub of her nipples against his chest, but that blooming love was something altogether more.
“I - I love you!” she admitted. “I don’t care if it’s the magic, I love you, Harry!”
“I love you too, my princess! I love - mmmh!”
She kissed him, expressing that love purely even as their shared climax hit. The two moaned into each other’s mouths, overcome with it all. It took a long time for them to get past their post-coital bliss, and when they finally did, they went another round anyway. Off in the distance, they could hear an orc and an elf roar and call out in joy too. It seems they weren’t alone in forming their own LARP couple.
***
Things were a little bit embarrassing as they set out on the final leg of their journey. They had packed up their camp over two hours after they had intended to, all because the two couples couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Kaylin and Raven kept glancing at one another, blushing at their present state but unable to stop hanging off their respective mates’ arms. Lukarg and Harry, naturally, exchanged some amused grins and thumbs up when the ladies weren’t looking.
“Did you . . ?”
“Of course. And you?”
“Yes!”
“And it was-”
“Incredible. Kaylin, man. She’s . . . perfect.”
“And Raven is perfect for me. I - I almost don’t want to fight the dragon, even though all my new orc instincts are telling me to leap into battle. I don’t want it to end. And I don’t think she does either.”
Harry nodded. “The same for Kaylin. I - I think I love her. I know I love her. And she loves me. It sounds stupid, and Saorise is behind it, but neither of us care.”
The orc grunted. “I wouldn’t give it up. Even being a powerful orc. But at least there’s one last battle to -”
He paused. They all did. After a few hours trekking, during which a number of kisses and flirty comments were exchanged, the two couples had expected to find a dark cave brimming with danger, a single dragon within ready to be taken down. Krall, the Dark Thunder. Krall the Destroyer. Krall the Undefeated.
Except Krall was defeated. His body lay dead at the cave entrance, slumped over with several swords in his softer underbelly, the life in his eyes gone out. Several gold coins lay littered about, but there was no sign of his treasure. Harry and Lukarg and Kaylin and Raven all exchanged glances, then ran forwards into the cave entrance. They desperately looked about but there was nothing more. Nothing but the huge dragon carcass and drag marks indicating that large chests had been taken away.
“What in the nine hells!?” Kaylin gasped. “Where is it? I thought - I thought we were going to fight the dragon and win and change back.”
Though just the suggestion of that outcome was sour in her heart, and she regretted even saying it.
“I think - I think someone got here first,” Harry answered.
“But who?” Raven asked. Secretly, she wasn’t upset at all, and was already clinging to her orc mate lovingly, as if this were a minor problem only.
“Another adventuring party, of course,” came the answer of the witch Saoirse from outside the cave. The group ran back outside and found her standing there, still in her costume, still looking amused with herself. “It seems you all overslept. And then spend a little too much time enjoying your relations with one another. Mighty fine work on my part, I’ll say.”
Lukarg shifted uneasily. “Um, I guess we did. But you made us!”
“I only added the compulsions and magical touch to the instincts, but I didn’t control you. This was your doing. Not that I’m unhappy with the result: I wanted to give you wonderful nerdy body a good result, and isn’t this it?”
“So, we’re stuck like this?” Harry asked. “Another group beat us to the dragon, so we lose, right?”
He glanced to Kaylin, and Lukarg did the same to Raven. Both men were looking at the girls, waiting to see their reaction. Saoirse seemed to sense this, because she allowed the moment to drag out. Kaylin swallowed, thrust out her chest a little defiantly. She knew it was a good chest. Raven put her hands on her bare elven hips.
“Just tell us already!” they said at the same time, the former bullies still clearly sharing a connection.
Saoirse sighed. “Very well. Yes, you are stuck like this. For life, in fact. I was actually going to give you the option to remain as such, I didn’t think you’d really lose. Seriously, maybe I overdid it on those libidos. You guys fucked for hours, my God! Still, rules are rules.”
“But, I’m an orc!”
“And I’m an elf. What will we do?”
The witch walked up and rubbed Raven’s stomach. “Make lots of wonderful orc babies of course. You do realise you’re already pregnant, right?”
Raven squeaked. Kaylin looked to the witch also, her blue eyes wide, searching. The witch just gave a playful nod in her direction, confirming the same was true of her as well.
“Oh Gods,” she muttered. “Why - why am I getting butterflies in my chest? I shouldn’t be so damn . . . happy about this!”
But she was, and so she clung to Harry, trying not to beam too brightly. Raven simply laughed.
“This is insane!” she declared. “I can’t believe I want so many orc babies!”
Saoirse clapped her hands together. “Well, it looks like my work is done. What a fantastical LARP this has been. But given how well you’ve taken to it, perhaps I can do you all a solid, and help our orc and elf and knight and battle princess all fit in, in a manner of speaking. Care to hear my proposal?”
It was Harry and Lukarg who decided. They’d had the time of their lives, and their women were now utterly devoted to them. The pair of nerds grinned at each other and nodded as one.
“Let’s hear it,” Harry said.
***
Life was good for the LARP couples. It had been years since that day, and they showed no signs of stopping their many adventures. Thanks to Saoirse the witch’s magic, their lives now consisted of medieval fantasies played out in an infinite set of varieties. They travelled like an actual adventuring party from a tabletop RPG, moving from one places to the next, always finding new challenges, new enemies, new treasure and outfits (very form fitting ones for Kaylin and Raven of course), and new experiences.
Saoirse’s proposal had been simple: “Help me spice up medieval LARPs wherever they appear across the nation. You travel, and my magic will direct you to where they come to towns all over. And when you arrive, the magic will truly start. You’ll have brilliant adventures that I can enjoy writing and watching. Think of me as your dungeon master and you as the players. It’ll be terrific fun, and this way you’ll always be around other fantastical people, even if their time as a magical species or class is temporary. It beats your regular lives, and you won’t be considered weird-looking or odd!”
It had been an easy choice for Harry and especially Lukarg: it was embracing the fantasy nerdery they’d always loved dearly. And now that Kaylin and Raven were on board, they not only had friendship, but romance as well. And sex. A lot of sex, really. So much sex that they often joked about the failed dragon incident years onward in order to remind themselves to get their hands off each other and get marching, or else they’d repeat the embarrassment.
Raven had her orc babies, of course. Quite a few of them. Seven in total, though who knew how many lay in the future. She was just too addicted to bearing her orc mate’s half-elf, half-orc children, and the way he treated her while she was full with his children was nothing short of divine. Plus, the sex remained very, very good. Something about being so fertile was a real turn on for her, and Saoirse was helpful once more, ensuring that on their adventures she could take their oldest children occasionally, while the youngest ones were held in a magical daycare back at the LARP villages.
Kaylin bore Harry a royal pair of twins. She was less enamoured with being pregnant, and hadn’t born him any more children, though they loved their son and daughter dearly. Occasionally she thought about giving him more, but given that the magic had de-aged her back to twenty years of age as she originally found out, she figured that at twenty seven she still had some years to go before deciding. For now, she relished wearing sexy outfits that showed off her figure, and always letting her knight please her when she demanded it.
It was a wonderful life for the couples, particularly given how half of them had hated the other half and vice versa for so long. But now they were on a shared adventure, and one they never wanted to end. In some ways, that was the real treasure.
Still, they made sure never to miss a dragon again.
The End
Comments
Lexi
Ah okay yeah that makes far more sense now, I had a thought that some magic might've been involved just not to that extent.
Fox Face
Perhaps I should make it more clear in the text; they're never not in a LARP. Never. If they were to travel through goblin infested bushes in San Fransico, they'll come out at a medieval LARP in the outskirts of London. If they leave there, fighting some ogres on the moors, they'll arrive just in time for a beer-filled brawl at a magically changed LARP in Germany, etc.
Lexi
Yeah, I got that bit. I was just thinking about all the in between destinations bit, since I'm pretty sure they draw some attention traveling like that.
Fox Face
The non-humans don't stick out because the witch ensures the LARPS go magical for everyone wherever they travel: "Help me spice up medieval LARPs wherever they appear across the nation. You travel, and my magic will direct you to where they come to towns all over. And when you arrive, the magic will truly start."
Lexi
Oh I see, looks like glossed over a couple details near the end. I'd assumed they still have to live regular lives but that makes more sense if they're constantly traveling. Still makes me wonder about the two non-humans but then again it is a fictional story so no point trying to overthink all the minor details.
Fox Face
As per the ending, they're always magically directed to a LARP somewhere!
Lexi
Okay loved this far more then I was expecting but one thing I'm curious about? Are they just stuck in a fantasy now or do they change to something more normal when not LARPING? Cause being an orc and an elf outside of that sounds like it'd make normal day living, complicated.
