LARP Couples, Part 5 (Young Men to Fantasy Couples TFTG)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Matt

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!

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Part 5: Camp Pleasures

It was Raven of all people that acted. It was appropriate, really. Lukarg still had a small part of him that remained the nervous nerd, while Harry was far too gallant to openly woo his princess love. Kaylin in turn had done her most to resist the potency of the curse. But Raven, the former Rowan, had always been one to act without thinking. That quality of her personality still remained in spades; it was why she often spoke without realising what she was saying, admitting attraction where Kaylin was better at hiding it. She had begun to touch herself earlier in the day when no one was looking, exploring her womanly folds, shivering at the touch. At first it was just for base pleasure; the Rowan part of her enjoying having a pussy to play with.

Now, it was with strong, green-muscled orcs in her mind, urging her to come for them. To ride them. To let them penetrate her. And eventually those orcs coalesced into the figure of the man she had once despised and mocked, but now literally looked up to.

“Lukarg,” she whimpered, touching herself. “Damn it. Fucking need you. Need that b-big cock. Don’t even care about anything else. Need it!”

She rose from her bedroll and moved towards his tent, and before she could stop herself - not that she wanted to, apart from a small streaming part of her male pride - she flicked aside the tent flap and strode in, placing her hands on her hips.

“Lukarg,” she whispered to the orc in the darkness, hoping against hope that he was awake. “There’s something in the forest I need to show you. Come quickly. Are you awake?”

“I am,” he said, breathing surprisingly quickly. “Let’s go right away.”

She could have danced on the spot, but instead she simply reached out a hand. With her elven vision, she could see him take hers, his strong hand enveloping her own easily. It was exhilarating.

“Don’t be nervous, I won’t act like you did,” Lukarg said. It should have been an insult, but instead the surprising softness of his voice sounded like a promise. He could crush her now, she knew that. Instead, his presence made her feel safe.

It also helped confirm the decision she’d so readily jumped into.

“Come with me,” she whispered. “Quickly.”

He followed her with a stealthiness that was at odds with his form. Lukarg’s own heart pounded with nervousness, the huge battle orc’s confidence now reduced to his pre-orc self. It didn’t matter that this was actually Rowan leading him out of the campsite. All that mattered was that a beautiful elven woman with breedable hips, a honeyed and musical voice, and beauty beyond compare was calling him out to nature. He sniffed the air, and in turn could make out the woman’s arousal. It was good that it wasn’t just him, because all sorts of perverted fantasies were rising up in his mind.

They passed through the darkness of the forest until they reached a clearing that was not only tranquil, but borderline serene. A small pond lay further away, the pool reflecting the light of the full moon, while the grass had beds of multicoloured wildflowers around them. The grass itself was lush and comforting, like a natural bedding. It was that last point that was particularly relevant, because Raven suddenly lost all nerve, caught on the precipice of attraction and horror at what she was considering. Her hair glowed slightly beneath the moon, and she placed her hands behind her back, shifting her hips to one side as she tried to think of what to do next.

“Um, what do you think?”

“How do you know about this place?” the orc bellowed.

There was scribbling on her character sheet, and it fell in front of her eyes to tell them both: Can always retreat to her forest demiplane. Can take a lover too.

“Oh, shit,” she said. “That’s how I knew! By the ancient ones of the forest, we should stop. I - I shouldn’t have brought you here. Shit, I wish I was a dumb lug again: I could just say something angry or beat something up!”

Lukarg stomped forward, smiling, tusks fully on display as a symbol of his manhood. Where the elf’s confidence waned, his was sparking once more. She was transcendent in the moonlight, and his rippling muscles also on display. Her skin-tight outfit did little to hide how utterly womanly his former bully now was, and somehow that made the prospect of bedding this elf all the hotter.

“It’s alright,” he said, drawing close and reaching out a hand to caress her cheek. “I’ll be barbarian for both of us, Raven. I know you know what should happen next, but you’re too nervous. So I’ll be the one to do it. An orc takes what he wants, right? And we both want this.”

“I - what do you mean?”

His hands lowered to her outfit, and he easily pried apart the connections, untethering the leathers so that they began to fall away.

“I mean that you mocked me for being a virgin before. Now it’s time to correct that, and I want you to be the one I bed first, Raven. The only one, in fact.”

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, biting her lip to stop herself. Her clothing fell away, revealing her naked form beneath the stars. Her prominent C-cup breasts were full, pert, and pleasingly shaped. He touched one, caressed it, and Raven let out a soft moan.

“Yesssss,” she stammered. “I want it. Please t-take me. F-fuck me. Make me yours.”

Lukarg didn’t need any more permission than that. He was finally going to lose his virginity, and he would do so as the true alpha male to his newly submissive elven mate. He took her, gripping her and turning her around. It was animalistic and feral and bestial and perfect: he would take her from behind. He would achieve his dominance over her. 

Raven had always been pigheaded before, but now a natural submissiveness had come in. She was still spontaneous and prone to action, but that action was quite literally beneath an orc right now. She placed her hips up in the air as she got on all fours, and with her skintight leather costume removed she looked back at him and moaned in desire.

“Hurry up! I want your big orc babies inside me!”

“I’ll put something else inside you first, you sexy elf maiden. And I’ll make sure you aren’t a ‘maiden’ anymore too, HA!”

She laughed joyously, but that laugh was cut short as he placed his enormous cock against her entrance and pushed within her. There was a moment’s resistance, but then he slid inside, stretching her elven pussy to its limits. 

“Ohhhhh! F-FUCK! So b-BIG!”

He was. Almost too big. But only almost. There was a brief pain as she lost her elven virginity, but the bliss soon flooded over that, extinguishing most of the discomfort. But even the discomfort was wonderful; it was part of being dominated. Part of belonging to a rough, barbarian orc. He was taking what belonged to him, and thanks to the magic, she was increasingly seeing it that way.

“I’m - UEGH! - yours! I’m all - AHH! - yours! F-FUCK ME!”

“I AM! AND I’LL BREED YOU TOO, ELF! You are too beautiful, and this is literally a dream come true for me! You should stay like this, Raven!”

“I w-will if you g-get me pregnant! Ohhhh, I have such a fucking kink for that right n-nooow! It’s magic, but I don’t f-fucking care! Thrust as hard as you w-want!”

He did, readily so. With his enormous reach he leaned forward and gripped her breasts, which were wobbling and jiggling without their restraints, hanging towards the lush grass. As he thumbed her nipples and pinched them, the elf squealed in ecstasy.

“Mhmmm! Ohhh!”

While she was overcome, Lukarg’s mind was surprisingly clear. His barbarian blood was up, yes, but in truth this was exactly what he as Lucas had dreamed about since he was a young teen: a hot elf girlfriend who was entirely his. It was obvious from the sexy posters in his bedroom that this was a private fantasy of his, and so both parts of the man could relish the experience, though only now did he have the confidence and manliness to ‘earn’ it. He fucked her, thrusting deep into her wet warmth, feeling her tightness against him. His balls strained, yearning to deposit their load, but he held off as long as he could, wanting to cum as large and long as possible. All the better to make orc babies, which the magic made him desire.

Finally, it was too much. She was too hot, her hair too delightful in its fiery pigmentation, her gorgeous moans simply too much like pretty music.

“I’m going to c-cum!” he declared. “I’m going to CUM INSIDE YOU!”

“Do it!” she cried, looking back and smiling, her lips full and eyes full of desire. “I want you to! I’ll cum with you!”

“Yes! YES! GRAARGGGH!!”

His roar shook the treetops, and swarms of birds ascended into the sky out of fear. His balls emptied their contents into the elf, stream after stream of his warm seed shooting deep inside her. Raven howled in delirious excitement, shaking and quaking and nearly stumbling to the ground were it not for his hold upon her. The orgasms came one after another, again and again. Raven could never claim to have felt anything like them, but some part of her new mind recognised that this was another elven ability on display: the members of the fey were . . . uniquely gifted when it came to experiencing orgasmic pleasure. It connected them to their lovers most intimately, allowing a sharing of insight and understanding, as well as raising each others’ pleasure beyond what most mortals could dare hope to experience.

“Yessssssssss,” she groaned, her voice turning extra musical. “I never w-want this feeling to end . . . mhmmmmm . . .”

Neither did Lukarg. He didn’t care that this woman had once been his bully. He just wanted her with him forever. 

And maybe a dozen or two half-orc babies along the way.

***

Back at the campsite, Princess Kaylin was ignorant to all of this. She was frustrated though. Frustrated at the situation. Frustrated at being a woman. Frustrated at how damn needy her damn libidinous female body was. Frustrated at how big her breasts were. But most of all, she was frustrated and vexed by how bad she felt for Sir Harry, how much she wanted him, and how much those feelings were starting to feel less like just magically enforced attraction and more like some kind of love. His smile radiated in her mind, his gentlemanly manner also. But it was the kernels of Harry’s true, original personality that made her heart throb and her loins go moist; his enthusiasm for all these fantastical events, his sheer nerdery, his lack of need to follow what was popular and instead do what was right.

It was, appropriately enough, rather noble.

“To hell with it! I’ll invite him in for just a little bit!”

She stomped out and tapped on the side of his tent, and soon he emerged. Harry was no longer wearing his dark armour, and was instead in his sleeping clothes. His muscles bulged against them, and for a moment Kaylin lost her words yet again. She had been comfortable against his armoured form, but without it she could just imagine the feel of his muscles against hers.

“My princess,” Harry felt compelled to say. “What can I do for you? You’re not here to order me about and try to be your old self I hope . . . princess.”

“N-not at all!” she said, a little flustered. “I just . . . wanted to ask if you’d prefer to be in my tent. For comfort, I mean.”

“That would be most appreciated,” he said with a grin. “Mine is rather small. But are you sure?”

“My tent is spacious, good knight. It has warm bedding. By the Gods, this is weird to say. The magic is . . . look, do you want to come over or not?”

He did, and so he rose to the occasion. He couldn’t help but look at the gentle curve of her breasts over the top of her nightgown’s low dip, and they swelled with each breath. They stepped into her tent, the tension in the air rising ever further.

“This really is a lovely tent,” he said. “Warm too.”

“Mhmm,” she said, unsure of what to do or say next. “Would you like some wine?”

“Sure. I mean, thank you, my princess.”

His words made her blush, and she quickly poured it. The wine truly was delicious, but the company was even better: they sat on her thick bed mattress, the one that had magically unrolled from her backpack, and slowly the gap between them closed.

“This is crazy,” she said. “Just f-freaking crazy.”

“Yeah. Pretty exciting though, isn’t it, my lady?”

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”

“Sorry, it’s the curse. The magic.”

“I know. But it feels . . . good. I hate that it does. But I look at you, at your eyes and your jaw and your handsome features, and I know it’s the magic, and yet . . .”

She looked at him, realising how close she was. He in turn looked at her. There was a long pause as neither made a move. Kaylin realised in that moment - as did Harry - that she would have to be the one to make a move. She was the one that was in the technical position of power, of a sorts. After all, she was a princess, and he her protector knight. It was the ultimate humiliation, but in that moment it was nearly impossible to care. Her nipples were firm and in need of a man’s touch, and her new feminine flower was slick with desire. She took a heavy breath, letting her large breasts rise and fall.

And then she flung herself at him. 

Harry nearly fell backwards, but thanks to his muscles he was able to catch her and pull her against him. His lust was also rising, his manhood clearly throbbing and full with erection in his breeches. They worked quickly to get him out of them.

“I can’t fight it!” she cried, desperate and hungry. “I want this too badly. I want my dark knight within me! Please make me a woman already!”

“I will, my love!” he declared, and they were no empty words. The magic was blooming love between them, igniting something beyond passion. Kaylin and Harry didn’t just want each other’s bodies, they wanted each other, souls intertwined and all. Harry practically ripped off his shirt, and she spent a moment admiring his muscles, playing over his pectorals with her soft hands. He slid his hands over her gown and unthreaded it from her shoulders until it fell off entirely. Her large, perfectly-shaped teardrop breasts were revealed. 

“Wow,” Harry said. “Holy Gods.”

“You’re telling me! I’m the one who got stuck with them! They’re huge!”

“They are. By the Gods. But perfect.”

“Just - please be gentle, I don’t know how they’ll f-feeoohhhh!!”

She was in ecstasy as he fondled them, groping and squeezing and caressing them. They overflowed his palms, wobbling and jiggling with his ministrations and causing jolts of pleasure to cascade through her form. She in turn couldn’t stop what happened next, and in truth the former bully no longer wanted to. Kade would have thrown up in disgust at Kaylin’s actions, but Kade was forgotten in this moment, and as such she was able to unbuckle Harry’s breeches and begin rubbing his cock, stroking it. She nearly salivated at the sight of it; it was far bigger than hers had ever been, and it made her all the wetter.

“On the bed!” she cried. “It’s an order! I want you to take me there!”

Harry made no protest: “As my lady commands, I shall do.”

It was, somehow, the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. He hoisted her with ease - also sexy - and placed her on her back, pulling off the rest of her clothing. She spread her legs per her next instincts, and he in turn felt more confident in what he was doing.

“Time to lose both our virginities,” the nerdy knight said.

“I’m not a v-virgin!”

“As a woman you are,” he said. “I think we’ll both enjoy this.”

He could barely believe what he was doing. He was finally having sex with a woman, and one who was sexier than any he’d ever known. He licked and sucked on her divine pink nipples for a moment, causing her to cry out in ecstasy, and then when she began to cry out in pleasure, he finally entered her.

Kaylin wailed with the best of them as she was taken, gripping him with her powerful thighs and not letting go. Her eyes went wide with realisation: she was being fucked. She was being penetrated. She was taking a man’s big, hard dick inside of her, her ever vaginal nerve being tingled and rubbed and teased by his entrance, driving her to fits of ecstasy.

And she was fucking loving it.

“Yesssss! S-sooooo big! Don’t s-stop, my knight! I want to b-be your princess! I want to b-be yours f-for life!”

“Oh Gods, I want that too! This is the best thing that ever happened, Kaylin! I w-want you to - ahhh - stay like this for good!”
 “Mmhmm, keep going! Make m-me a woman!”

He did so, thrusting faster and faster, stretching her womanly walls and causing her to groan in desperation. Her large breasts wobbled immensely, and he took the time to continue massaging them, though he also kissed her, his tongue intertwining with hers in her mouth. It made her all the more turned on, all the more ready to climax.

“Will you stay a princess?” Sir Harry asked. “If we do this, you might not want to go back.”

“I - ahhh! - don’t care right now! I don’t care about anything but having you as m-my knight! It feels t-too right, doesn’t it?”

“It does. Can we move past what we were?”

She shook her head, annoyed for a brief moment. “Who cares about what we were? Right now I’m the beautiful princess with the big, sensitive tits, and you’re my dashing knight with a cock that is - Ohhhhhhh! - so f-fucking wonderful inside me! And - ahhh! - I can finally s-swear while we’re f-fucking! How appropriate! Mmhmm!”

Harry dropped all concerns. He wouldn’t have been a gentlemanly knight if he hadn’t raised them, but he had been made slightly more antiheroic by the magic, as evidenced by his darker armour. As such, he didn’t complain too loudly or longly. He gripped the woman tight, pressing his face into her breasts, allowing himself to be suffocated in their pillowy expanse for a moment. It made Kaylin shake with delight; the feeling of her man indulging in her large chest filled her with a smug pride at how voluptuous she was.

“Mhmmm, my knight! Fill me up! Fill me with your n-noble seed!”

He thrust again and again, gripping her wide hips, but there was little time remaining. She was too attractive, he was too ready to cum inside her. And besides, he was technically a virgin. After a magnificent performance that had left her on the cliff edge of orgasm for so long, she was finally sent over the edge with a large thrust. 

“Yes! Ohhhhh, yes, my knight! Fuck me! FUCK ME! MHHHMM!!!”

He came mere moments later, partway through her orgasm. The feeling of her vaginal walls clamping down on his girth and milking him dry was all too much, and it meant he expended an enormous reverse inside her. It filled the princess with a sticky wet warmth, his seed flooding her womb just as her subconscious mind desired. She trembled, clinging to him and raking her nails over his back. He didn’t care. He had finally slept with a woman, and a woman more perfect than he could ever have imagined.

His orgasm lasted a long time, and hers came again and again until both of them lay breathing naked together, utterly exhausted.

To Be Continued . . .