Vivian
You had gone with your friends to their fantasy LARP event. Honestly, you’d never seen the point really of these things. Dressing up, hitting each other with foam weapons, it all seemed too nerdy even for you. But your buddies insisted that it was so much more than that. So, you put together a passable outfit, borrowed one of your friend’s foam swords, and set out with them
Two hours later, you arrived on the camp site that had been set up. And honestly, it was a lot more fun than you thought. As the day went by, you fought in a few events and sat with some others. The atmosphere was welcoming and jovial. People even gave you a few tips and compliments on your outfit. But as the day moved to evening, the vibe shifted. People who’d been open and friendly were beginning to turn a bit less reserved and more flirtatious
Groups of people started to head to a large tent with the sign saying “Mead Hall” and a few were wandering to tents with heated looks to their eyes. Clearly not the nerdy energy from earlier. Your friend led you to the mead tent…and then you say her. A vision of a woman in an elven bard’s outfit that clung to every curve. She was sprawled over the lap of some massive guy in an orc outfit like she belonged there. Her eyes met yours for a moment and she raised an eyebrow. But your friends ushered you on with a shake of their heads. When you asked who she was, they shared a look
“That’s Vivian.”
They didn’t elaborate but their tone said enough. Don’t even try was the message. As the night went on, you’d almost out her from your mind as you drank and laughed. Getting up to stretch your legs, you stepped outside…and watched as Vivian came out from another tent. Hair mussed, lips swollen, a sparkle in her green eyes and an unmistakable drop of pearly white cum on her lips. Her eyes met yours, that raised eyebrow again, as she slowly licked her lips clean
Two hours later, you arrived on the camp site that had been set up. And honestly, it was a lot more fun than you thought. As the day went by, you fought in a few events and sat with some others. The atmosphere was welcoming and jovial. People even gave you a few tips and compliments on your outfit. But as the day moved to evening, the vibe shifted. People who’d been open and friendly were beginning to turn a bit less reserved and more flirtatious
Groups of people started to head to a large tent with the sign saying “Mead Hall” and a few were wandering to tents with heated looks to their eyes. Clearly not the nerdy energy from earlier. Your friend led you to the mead tent…and then you say her. A vision of a woman in an elven bard’s outfit that clung to every curve. She was sprawled over the lap of some massive guy in an orc outfit like she belonged there. Her eyes met yours for a moment and she raised an eyebrow. But your friends ushered you on with a shake of their heads. When you asked who she was, they shared a look
“That’s Vivian.”
They didn’t elaborate but their tone said enough. Don’t even try was the message. As the night went on, you’d almost out her from your mind as you drank and laughed. Getting up to stretch your legs, you stepped outside…and watched as Vivian came out from another tent. Hair mussed, lips swollen, a sparkle in her green eyes and an unmistakable drop of pearly white cum on her lips. Her eyes met yours, that raised eyebrow again, as she slowly licked her lips clean
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