The Solo Tank
The giveaway image with the three winners picked over in my discord! Was quite a lucky thing that all members of the group ended up having Night Elf OCs to include along side Valnoressa! She doesn’t get to hump with her own kind very often!
Congrats to Naefnair, Eluney and Mythiyell for winning the giveaway!
“Well, I think I’ll turn in for the night. We had our work cut out for us today after all! Lyran, could you come check that my tent is sturdy? I’m not sure if I did it correctly.” Val said, her tone shifting a little as she eyed the Kaldorei fella who wasn’t all that masculine but was certainly attractive.
“Ah! of course Val. I’ll look at that for you.” He said, pushing himself off the log he was sitting on at the campfire with eagerness, knowing full well what was really coming. Yet he wouldn’t get to a full stand before finding himself tugged back down onto his backside, letting out an ‘Oof!’ at the bump back down to the wood. He looked to his right to find Eluney’s hand on his shoulder, she was keeping him seated.
“Oh no you don’t, Val. You aren’t stealing him all for yourself.” Eluney interjected, giving Lyrandris a cheeky peck on the cheek. “He’s the only guy in our group and I’ll be damned if you’re keeping him in your perfectly sturdy tent all night.” She shot Val a sharp look, though seemingly it didn’t phase the druid
“Surprised you noticed, considering you’ve spent most of your time at the camp with your head between Mythi’s thighs.” Val shot back, a knowing smirk on her lips. She noted the slight blush on Mythiyell’s face accompanied by a small smile which all but confirmed it. “Besides, I’m the healer of the group. Everyone knows it’s the healer’s job to take care of our tank. Isn’t that right Lyran?” She added, offering the Elf fella a sly seductive wink that landed his way with great success.
“I-i..Uh..wel-..” Lyrandris tripped over his own words, he absolutely wished to follow Val back to her tent but not at the expense of shattering the group after such a good dungeon clear. Even if that large shapely rear of hers was more than worth the sacrifice.
“Now, now. I think it’s pretty clear what we do here ladies.” Mythiyell weighed in. “I’ve seen Lyran take on several foes at once in battle, so the three of us should pose little challenge. I dare say it’s a tank’s job to prove they have the stamina for the role.” She added.
Lyrandris blinked, looking between the three Elven ladies who all seemed to be looking at each other. A firm exchange of nods was made between them after a moment, before all turned their gaze to the Elven fellow.
“I guess we’ll share him then.” Val said with a nod.
“Quite so.” Mythiyell agreed.
“Come then, Lyran.” Eluney beckoned, standing up to stand with her two Elven sisters. All three of them seeing their outfits removed as Lyrandris gazed on with amazement and equal amounts confusion. “You’ve a long night ahead of you!” Eluney added, offering him a sly smirk.
