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I've never been big on camping, but it was a big larping event, and I was really into it at the time. So I was out in the woods with all my friends and a couple hundred other people. It was quite fun... except for the fact that I wasn't quite old enough to legally drink and almost everyone there spent much of their evenings in the "tavern". It was really just a big tent with foam furniture.

Yeah, about that... the game was Amtgard, and it was played by bopping each other with foam weapons. The tavern scene was set up to have improvised weapons for bar fights... which turned out to be less fun than intended. They had two such fights, and the second one ended with too much spilt beer for anyone to want a third.

I was there for the big battles and the quests. It turned out however that I got closterphobic when in pikesman mobs, so I ditched my spear for a sword. It then turned out I was too timid to bop someone I didn't know, so I switch to Healer class, that I was only level 2 in. Then it turned out that I get tongue tied when I'm nervous and would lose my spells, so they decided to make me a princess. I couldn't fit in the dress, my hips were too much and I was much too short, but I got to wear a tiara that matched my tabard.

All in all, I had fun.

So there was a quest as a part of the ongoing war narrative. The king had just been assassinated, and the princess, that is to say I, was to be escorted to a safehouse. The battle between the forces of Good and Evil met on the battlefield once more to see if the next quest would be a kidnapping (if Good won) or rescue (if Evil won). We didn't know that yet, but it was clever... as far as easy to relay plots go.

So there were around sixty Good heroes escorting me, and seemingly twice that number of Evil minions hiding in the woods for an ambush. I was led by hand by the masterful Sir Odinsbeard, with Hathgar the Barbarian and the Wizard Ghaf at each side. The mob of lesser known heroes dispersed as soon as we caught sight of the Evil forces.

Arrows flooded the air in both directions, the sound of many players calling "dead" and walking back to respawn shortly following. battle cries then filled the woods, and the battle began proper.

Sir Odinsbeard grabbed my hand tight as he rushed forward, his other hand gripping his sword and shield both. He couldn't legally use the sword that way, but his shield still counted for blocking the arrow that flew our way.

"Don't risk hitting the princess!" A voice of Evil barked out.

One of our own Archers stepped up beside me and let an arrow loose at the origin. I followed it to spot none other than Ghaf's rival Wizard, whose moniker still draws the same reaction from me to this very day. Poopsie the Poodle... I mean Black Wizard Gruff. I mean the scrawny little guy was shorter than I was and tried so hard to be intimidating I couldn't keep a straight face.

"Collect her alive!" Gruff yipped, before whipping out a yellow spell ball and chanting, "Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Charged!"

As he cast his spell, six of his cohorts rushed towards us. Three warriors, a Healer, a Scout, and... the Antipaladin.

Sir Odinsbeard pushed me back and drew his sword to his legal hand. The great big elephant stepped forward with Hathgar quick on his heels.

Ghaf pulled out a red spell ball chanting, "Fireball, Fireball..." ...you get the idea... Ghaf threw the spell ball at the group in general, pegging one of the warriors who shouted "dead" and rushed off to the side.

Hathgar shouted "Berserk!" before throwing a solid foam hatchet nailing the Healer. He then took his sword and both hands and rushed by Odinsbeard to take down another Minion of Evil, but was thrown off guard by the Antipaladin's sudden flurry taking Hathgar's armor points and lethal hit in the span of a second.

"Dead!" Was heard three times in rapid succession as I assume Odinsbeard took out the remain warriors at the same time Hathgar was slain. I didn't see as I was too busy dodging an arrow that was actually aimed at Ghaf. It hit him square in the chest, just as Odinsbeard rushed up and took out the Scout who got Ghaf.

"No more arrows!" Gruff shrieked, before realizing it was down to just him, the Antipaladin, Sir Odinsbeard, and me.

The Antipaladin, standing almost as tall as Odinsbeard, laughed, "Here we are again," the gator shifting his hands on the long handle of his two handed sword. The rules at the time allowed a red weapon, such as the one he was holding, to break shields with three hits. It didn't come to that.

Odinsbeard rushed forward and took one of those hits with his shield and proceeded with a J-shot, tapping his foe in the taint. Turns out if you hit someone just right, and it doesn't have to be hard, their legs with freeze up and they'll drop to the ground. Also, it counts as a lethal blow in game.

"Fuck!" The Antipaladin cursed, "Dead!"

"Yup. Here we are," Sir Odinsbeard took a moment to snicker, "Someday you need to start guarding low."

There was a light 'thunk' as a yellow spell ball collided with Odinsbeard's shield and fell to the ground. Sir Odinsbeard blinked a few time looking down at the cloth lighting bolt and sighed.

"Do shields block those?" I asked.

"Nope," Odinsbeard laughed, "Dead!"

I stood there helpless for a moment, unsure of what to do. I then saw Poopsie, I mean Gruff, flash me an Evil grin. I ran, but not fast enough, several other minions of Evil caught me and they dragged me off. By which I mean they shouted "capture" five times and I was required by the rules of the campaign to follow them.

Little did I know, the Minions of Evil had a secret base set up in a clearing in the woods. I'm not sure what the building was originally, but it was decorated with cheesy particle boards painted to look like castle walls. There was even a slope on the back, protected by a castle gate, that lead to the roof. A couple members of the party who captured me took watch up there, but they unstrung their bows as the game wasn't in session. Shortly after we arrived a sizable group of other Evil Minions showed up, including Poopsie and the Antipaladin.

"I can't believe you let him hit you in the taint like that," Poopsie was saying.

The Antipaladin sighed, "We still won."

Poopsie twirled his sword in the motion of such an attack.

In response the Antipaladin leaned down to put a hand on Poopsie's shoulder and pushed. It took no effort for the gator to toss the poodle to the grass.

"Hey," someone shouted, it turned out to be a Reeve, "I've already warned you two."

The Antipaladin took a moment to give the Reeve a toothy grin, which sort of gave me chills. Poopsie seemed to have a similar reaction and decided to find himself another place to be. The Reeve was unimpressed.

Since we weren't really in character at the moment, I decided to ask, "So yall have a prison for me, or are yall tying me to a chair?"

The Antipaladin raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure we have some rope lying around if you really want it."

I tried my hardest not to wag my tail, but failed. I felt my face heat up a bit, and decided that I needed an escape. I failed to come up with anything, so I asked, "Bathroom?"

The Reeve chimed in, "Sorry, no plumbing."

I looked at him and was suddenly aware that I was the only girl around. "Do you expect me to go in the bushes?"

The Antipaladin and Reeve glanced at each other then shrugged.

"You could go back to the campgrounds," the Reeve suggested, "just be back in three hours for the next battle."

I looked at him for a moment, helplessly.

"I could escort you," the Reeve suggested, then he looked down at his phone, "Wait, no, I gotta stay here," he turned to the Antipaladin, "could you escort her to the outhouse?"

The Antipaladin shrugged, "I could escort her to the nearby woods. Make sure no one peeps on her."

I opened my mouth to protest...

"I've two daughters," he assured, "Ain't nothing I haven't done before."

I still felt the need to protest, but I sighed, "Okay."

So the big, old daddy gator took me out into the woods. The awkwardness was etching on my spine, but it wasn't like I was being escorted by some creeper... or maybe I was, I didn't really know the guy.

"Hey," I admitted, "I really didn't need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh?" the Antipaladin paused midstep, "Then why are we out here?"

"I needed a break from all the people," I glanced back. We had only walked a couple minutes and the secret base was already beyond sight, "I'm not exactly an extrovert."

The Antipaladin took a cigarette and lighter from a pouch on his belt and half mindedly offered me one. I turned it down, and he took a long drag, blowing smoke in a big white cloud.

"Works for me," he stated, "Needed to blow off some steam myself."

I giggled inadvertently as the perverted voice in my head suggested specific activities that were good for that.

"What's so funny?" The gator blew out another cloud.

"Nothing," I responded, "I have the sense of humor of a twelve year old."

He mulled that over in his head for a bit, then shrugged, "As long as you have the body of an eighteen year old..."

I was twenty, but decided not to correct him, "Are you coming onto me?"

"Maybe," He laughed, "You are of age, right?"

I showed him the yellow wristband. A red one meant underaged, a green meant old enough to drink, a yellow was enough to draw a wicked smile on Antipaladin.

"So what then?" He took another drag, "You wanna go at me?"

I quickly recalled his daddiness, "As long as your wife doesn't mind."

"Who said anything about a wife?" He dropped the spent cigarette on the ground and stepped on it with his black leather boot.

I thought about the implications of that statement, and watched as he went to unhook his belt.

"Leave the armor on," I suggested.

He gave me a stern look, then chuckled, "What? Do you want me in character?"

I nodded, and admittedly I was already a little wet from the idea.

***

The Antipaladin gave me a wink before stepping up to me. When he was close enough to embrace me, he instead pushed me back up to a nearby tree. The alligator in black steel armor towered over me, a slight bend in his knees to properly place a gauntleted hand on my shoulder. I felt my body purr as I realized that if I hadn't offered, even if I was unwilling, there would have been nothing I could do to stop him.

"So princess," he paused, possibly trying to remember the plot, "You thought you could escape?"

I tried to play off that, "If you and your wizard cohort weren't there, I would have been in..." I realized I forgot the name of the place I was trying to escape to and fumbled, "in the safety of my court by now."

The gater grinned at my fumble but played off it well, "You're not Queen yet," he pointed out, "and unless you make me your King, you may never be."

My face flushed, "What makes you think I would ever make you my groom?"

"This," The man undid his belt and revealed his half-hard cock. It was huge, and still a little soft. I stared long enough for him to venture adding, "You'll love my cock so much, you'll never let me out of your sight."

Gods, I love that cheesy porn logic shit. What was the proper response? Oh yeah, "Like a Minion of Evil could ever please a Princess."

He stroked his cock in one gauntleted hand and pushed my head down, though not very far, until I was eye level with his musky member. My body surrendered to his demands immediately, even though they were in jest.

Neither of us tried for any cheesy line, instead I took the man's meat in my maw and began sucking. His member twitched and swelled in my mouth, though it was hard to manage the flavor sealed in by a chubby man running around in armor all day. I would later grow to like that sort of thing, but at the time I had to come up for air.

The Antipaladin laughed, "You have had practice at this? Is this how the princess negotiates?"

I looked up at him, "I will resist you. There's nothing you can do to lure me to Evil."

The Antipaladin barked out a sinister laugh and lifted me back to my feet. With one hand he turned me around and the other he pulled down my baggy pants.

"Damn," the gator whistled, "No wonder you didn't fit in the dress... that is one hell of an ass."

I broke character to respond, "Thank you. I'm very proud of it."

He then grabbed me by the tail and pushed my shoulder against the tree. He left me to wait and want for a moment. My wetness felt cold out in the wind.

The Antipaladin chuckled, "You're so wet, so ready for an heir."

I shuddered though my tail was wagging, "No, don't."

With that, the black armored man plunged deep within me. I let out a soft yip as I stretched around his girth. I really hadn't had anyone of his size yet. It was so intense. I gripped the tree with my claw and bit back a curse.

"Oh yeah," the gator sighed torridly, "Good and tight, the way a princess should be."

I tried to come up with a response, but before I could he started pumping. I fumbled through my brain further, but the feeling of his hard cock filling me so completely over and over again. I was vaguely aware of the noise I was making, which may or may not alert the others of our activity... not that I cared.

"Your Evil dick is no match for my..." I tried to finish a sentence, "my... oh... gods..." but couldn't.

The Antipaladin was equally incapable of maintaining character as his thrusts quickened and his hands explored my body. I yipped as he spanked me, I shouted as he pulled my tail, and I moaned oh so loudly when he pounded my ass.

The gator made one last thrust and filled me full of his hot seed. Electricity shot up my legs and turned them to jelly. I sank a little down the tree and tried to say something clever. Whatever my post orgasm words were, it caused a belly laugh out of-

"Did you just call me Daddy?" He asked, mostly out of breath.

"I have no idea," I responded.

"Sorry, I wasn't able to pull out," he fumbled his dick back into his pants and reclasped his belt, "You just felt too good."

"Thanks?" I responded, still out of it.

"You're on birth control, right?"

No, "yes."

We gathered ourselves and returned to the secret base. I pondered if they had any chains, but they told me not to make things weirder than I already had. Apparently everyone had heard me. While this made it impossible for me to have coherent conversation for the next couple hours, it put a notch on the Antipaladin's belt and he was on top of the world, itching for a rematch with Sir Odinsbeard.

We just had to wait a couple hours.