Head to the LARP Club

You grab Hannah by the hand, and she leads you through the school hallways as you complain.

"Come on, faster, faster! I'm on a schedule!"

"Don't be so rude!" Hannah glares at you.

"Oh, is this your first time? Shoot, maybe I should've grabbed one of the other..."

Hannah glares at you, raising a fist in what would probably be a threat if she wasn't so tiny.

"OK, fine, fine. Let's just go!"

You arrive at the LARP room, finding it's just a big oak table and a bunch of boxes of costumes.

"Holy shit, this is so lame," you say. "Aw, shit, I was genuinely thinking about popping along to one of these meetings, I thought it'd be kinda fun. Is this actually...?"

A sharp thump hits you in the back, and you yelp.

"OK, OK. Let's get to sex now, yeah?"

"Well, I have costumes, actually," Hannah says, looking down at her feet.

"Pardon?"

"I have some costumes I wanted you to try," she says quietly. "Would... would you be able to dress up as Lord Abaddon?"

"I don't know what that is, so... maybe," you respond cautiously, wondering how long you had left.

"He's this really hot warlord who conquers this kingdom in... um... this fantasy erotica I'm reading."

"Oh, shit, OK," you respond. "Do I have to do much?"

Hannah leans over to one of the costume racks, holding up a fake set of cheap looking black armor, seemingly made out of painted cardboard. You notice a hole where they'd normally be a codpiece.

"That can work," you note.

"And I will be your infernal concubine, Lilith!" she grins, reaching over to a tight succubus outfit. Well, more of a sparkly red leotard and a horn hairband, but still, pretty hot.

You grin, fumbling to pull off your trousers, stepping into the fake armor set. You pull it on and tie on the straps, fumbling to put your member through the hole.

"I'm ready!"

You turn around, to find Hannah's already dressed, her bundle of clothes to the side. The leotard is, admittedly, pretty hot, its cotton fabric tight on her small frame as she sits up on the table, smiling at you nervously. Hannah lies back. You grab your cock, reaching forward as she yells.

"Not yet!"

"What? Why?"

"You have to say "unsheath" first! Like in the novel"

"Ummm... unsheath," you respond awkwardly.

"Good! Now ravish me! Ravish me, Abaddon!"