Otherworldly Convention Goers

This is the fourth part of my

Virtual Literotica 2025 Convention

story. All borrowed characters are used with their author's consent and will be credited at the end of every chapter.

It's Saturday evening and time for the dinner party! Tiafell and his friends have an important goal, but that doesn't mean they can't have a little fun!

All characters are 18 or older, enjoy!

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Otherworldly Convention Goers: Part 4

Saturday Afternoon (Late):

"I don't fucking believe this! What a pitiful sight! You three are pathetic! Wake your asses up!!"

The yelling had already stirred Tiafell, Cirris, and Mirya, but the following crack of a whip jarred them awake.

"What the fuck??" Cirris shot up. "What... the fuck...?"

"Nadia...?" Tiafell blinked.

"Ooooooooh..." Mirya liked what she saw.

Nadia, wearing a black full body dominatrix outfit with a matching cape and heel boots, stood proudly in front of them. She carried a leather whip in her hand.

"What the hell kind of event did you attend??" The outfit was doing it for Cirris, despite his apprehension.

"I attended a BDSM workshop. In a nutshell, it involves people being tied up, whipped, and having pain inflicted upon them for sexual satisfaction, but there's also more to it. It's all consensual, but once you agree to be on the receiving end..." Nadia grinned and cracked her whip again.

"Would you

please

stop doing that??" Cirris recoiled. "You're scaring the shit out of Tiafell!"

"No, she's not. You can just admit it's making

you

uncomfortable, Cirris." The elf called him out.

"What's wrong, my little Dickhead? Don't you want some of my 'love'?" The vampire cooed in a deceptively soothing voice, rolling the whip into her hand and crawling onto the bed in front of Cirris. "You don't want to scream for 'Mommy'?" She used her arms to squeeze her boobs together, making her cleavage longer and deeper.

"G-Get that goddamn whip away from me!!" Cirris pushed himself back. The other three laughed at him.

"We have other plans anyway." Nadia winked, then got off the bed. "I assume you three had some action today. Hit the showers and wash all that sweat and cum off, we're attending this evening's dinner party!"

"Dinner party? Oh, that's right." Tiafell remembered the schedule.

"Wait, Nadia. There's something we need to discuss with you and Tiafell first." Cirris began. "So, this 'Literotica' is some kind of place where people read and write erotic stories. Mirya and I found out some guy named 'Bassytian' has been writing stories about us, in this world!"

"What?? But... but how??" Tiafell was utterly shocked. Nadia, however, was not.

"I heard people in the BDSM workshop talking about the same thing. A few people asked me if I was '

that

Nadia' from 'Tiafell: The Femboy Elf' and if I was really a vampire. For some reason, they wanted to be stepped on by a 'Vampire Queen', which is what they've started calling me. I don't get how having a heel dug into your back is supposed to be arousing, but to each their own."

Tiafell froze like a statue upon learning the stories were named after him.

"I wonder how many people here know who we really are..." Mirya drew her knees up to her chest, assuming the fetal position.

"At least a few of them do. But where you all see something to be terrified about,

I

see a golden opportunity!" Nadia was oozing with confidence.

"What do you mean?" Tiafell awaited her explanation.

"It's a long shot, but..." Nadia slowly strolled across the room. "What if this Bassytian guy has finished the series about us? If so, then there must be a chapter that reveals how to kill Dred permanently! All we need to do is find someone who has read the entire series, or at least one willing to lend us their 'phone thing', so we can find out what we need to know. Then we take that knowledge back home with us and finally put an end to that bastard's reign of terror once and for all!!"

"That's a good plan and all, but how are we supposed to get back?" Cirris quizzed her.

"Do you think I know? We got here somehow, so there must be a way to return! Right now, let's take advantage of the opportunity right in front of us. If we can learn how to destroy Dred, we'll not only save Elistria, but this world too! And for your information, I've found out the one we're currently in is called 'Earth'."

"'Earth'... Tiafell repeated. "I suppose we can worry about getting home later. So, how are we going to find someone who knows how our story ends?" He was still blindsided, but the prospect of learning how to destroy their deadliest foe was enticing.

"The dinner party, of course! Shake the cobb webs out of your head and wake up!" Nadia huffed. "I've already made plans to attend dinner with a married couple and their friends this evening. The three of you can mingle with some of the other guests and find out what they know. The more people we talk to, the better!"

"You're so smart, Nadi!" Mirya praised her.

"Samora knew what she was doing when she appointed me to be leader of the group in her absence!" The dhampir laughed boisterously.

"I'm surprised you got that outfit on with that big head of yours." Cirris muttered. The business end of Nadia's whip cracked the bed just inches away from his thigh. "Son of a FUCK!! Put that motherfucker away!!"

"That's what you get for being a Dickhead!" Nadia sneered. "Now get your asses up and into the showers, we have a dinner party to crash!"

The three slid off the bed onto their feet.

"'Tiafell: The Femboy Elf'... I'm a 'femboy'?" Tiafell cocked his head.

"Dude, have you met yourself?" Cirris chaffed, firmly patting the elf's back. "You're the most girly guy I've ever seen!"

"I'm not

that

girly!" He puffed his cheeks, defiantly mounting his hands on his hips.

"Um, yes you are."

"The 'Femboy Elf' title fits you perfectly!" Nadia added to the teasing.

"I've always admired how girly you are!" Mirya was ever the supportive one. Tiafell crossed his arms, groaning and looking to the side away from the others, not saying anything.

"Now, enough teasing our favorite femboy elf, showers people! Don't make me repeat myself again!" Nadia commanded.

"If you crack that fucking whip one more-" Cirris was interrupted by said whip. "I'm going!!" He made a B-line for 737's bathroom. Mirya went to the one in 738, leaving Tiafell and Nadia alone.

"So, Nadia, did you get any action this afternoon?"

"Not in the way you're thinking, but I did find 'punishing bad boys and girls' as arousing as it was amusing!"

Tiafell gave her a light smile, then walked his fingers along the bed sheet. "Being alone with you in a hotel room reminds me of the night we met."

"I know, right? I caught you naked in the bathroom and sucked your cock. Then we fucked and I bit you!" The dhampir recalled fondly. "And look at us now." She fidgeted slightly. "But on a serious note, you're the first real friend I've ever had. After my father murdered my mother, I left the coven and lived on my own for years. I traveled between towns, leaving when people started hunting me after I fed one too many times. I was so lonely for such a long time, and you saved me from it. I love all of you, even Dickhead! But you, Tiafell, are special to me."

"You're special to me too, Nadia." Tiafell smiled tenderly. "You were my first traveling companion; I never would have gotten far without you. You may be difficult at times, but you're as kind-hearted as Mirya is."

Nadia's smile turned into a scowl. "Hey, I am

not

difficult!" She growled, eventually laughing with the elf. They were interrupted by a sudden flash of lightning and a clap of thunder. "Didn't you say it was supposed to be clear all day?"

"Yeah, I guess those 'meteorite' people were wrong."

Tiafell and Nadia resumed reflecting on their journey together until Cirris and Mirya finished their showers. The pair then switched with the twins, who browsed the closets for outfits.

Saturday Evening:

The four arrived at the dining hall where the dinner party was to be held. Many of the tables were already filled. Waiters and waitresses waded through the noisy tables with the agility of ninjas, highly skilled in keeping all food and drinks on their trays. Everyone wore dresses or suits, matching the formal event of the previous night's meet and greet.

Tiafell wore a modest beige dress that covered his shoulders but left his arms bare. Nadia's was a dark purple one with a top that was basically a sling which went over her breasts and around her neck, fully exposing her back and a lot of her cleavage. Cirris wore a matching sky-blue suit and dress set with his sister. Mirya's dress was the least revealing, hers had short sleeves.

"I think there's even more people than there were at the meet and greet!" Tiafell gulped, scanning the room.

"Some of the guests were still settling in yesterday evening and couldn't make it. And this isn't to say everyone is here!" Nadia observed. "A lot of sex occurred today; people are likely sleeping it off."

"The storm brought everyone inside too. I think many of the guests were planning to dine on the terrace." Cirris commented.

Mirya closed her eyes, using magic to scan the room beyond what her human eyes could naturally see. "Al and Courtie aren't here." She opened her disappointed eyes.

Cirris put his hand on his sister's shoulder. "They may have decided to stay in their room and rest. It can't be helped; we

did

work them over."

"Hehe! You and Al certainly did a number on Courtie!" She snickered, nudging her twin.

"Ah! I see Alex and Freya, the couple I made plans to have dinner with." Nadia announced. "And those must be their friends, wait..."

Tiafell saw a pair of familiar faces. "It's Cyn and Katie; the women I met this morning!"

"Well, well, my evening just got even more interesting." The Latina grinned. "I'm going to join them, see what I can find out about Bassytian's stories. It's up to you three to mingle with others. No matter what happens, do not forget to ask them about the story! We must learn how to destroy Dred, got it?"

"Understood." Tiafell steeled his resolve.

"Okay, but we don't know anyone in this room." Cirris pointed out.

"I didn't know Mr. and Mrs. Prossa until last night either, Dickhead. Go out there and meet people!" Nadia started toward their table. "Good luck!" She waved her hand.

"She's right." Mirya affirmed. "We at least have a shot of being invited to someone's table if we stick with Tee-Tee!"

"Yeah man, you're the one everyone wants to fuck!" Cirris teased the femboy.

"I don't know how I feel about being used like that." The elf moaned painfully. "But we need to do this. Let's go." The three of them ventured deeper into the dining hall. The man known as "Bassytian" was observing them from the entrance, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

"Tiafell and Nadia too. Yes, it's all coming back to me. Not only have I seen them in my 'ideas', but I also met them in person, back when I was still in Gashua." He used his middle finger to push his glasses further up the frame of his nose. "I remember everything now, including how to send them back. But not until the convention ends tomorrow, let them enjoy it while they still can."

"Mr. Bassytian?" A middle-aged waiter approached him. "Will you be dining with us this evening?"

"Oh, no." Bassytian deflected, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "This is their story, not mine. I'll eat in my room." He walked away.

"'Their story'?" The waiter stuck his head in to browse the room. "To whom are you referring- Mr. Bassytian?" Turning back, Bassytian was nowhere in sight. The waiter was spellbound, unable to figure out how the man had already gone so far down the long hallway and went around the corner.

Saturday Evening/Night: Tiafell, Cirris, and Mirya:

Tiafell and the mages stood in line, which was full of people waiting to be seated.

"Damn, we're going to be here a while." Cirris groaned.

"I know we must find people who know about our story, but at the same time, I don't feel comfortable asking complete strangers if we can join their table." Tiafell anxiously rubbed his arm.

A cute young woman with long dark hair in a pink dress sauntered by them, her heels stamping loudly against the floor. She did a double take, then stopped to address the three in line. "Tiafell? Hi! Do you remember me?" She had a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

"Oh yes! You were one of the people who asked me for my number last night!" The elf took a moment to sort through his memories; he got a lot of numbers the night before. "Jess?"

The young lady was thrilled, bouncing excitedly. "Oh my god, you remembered me! That makes me so happy!" She squeed. "Are you waiting in line?"

"Yeah, been here a few minutes." Cirris responded.

"You don't have to wait any longer! I think we may have just enough room for the three of you at our table! We're a big group, seven in all. Don't worry, we're all EMTs and won't bite unless you ask us to!" Jess winked. "And even if we do, we can threat the wound!"

Glancing at the twins for approval, Tiafell nodded. "Okay, we'll accept your offer!" He and the twins had no idea what EMTs were, a feeling they were becoming familiar with.

"Yay!" Jess took the elf's hand. "Come with me!"

The sweet young woman led Tiafell by the hand, with Cirris and Mirya following, to a large table with four men and two other women sitting together. There were four empty seats available. Everyone had drinks but no food. They were all laughing loudly as Sean, the oldest of the group and a redheaded British man, was telling a joke.

"And then the proctologist said 'Rectum? I hardly knew 'em!" The other five roared in laughter, slapping knees and the table.

Nicholas, "Nick", wiped his eyes. "That ain't right..."

"But you fucking laughed at it, you wanker!" Sean punched his shoulder.

"Wow, if it was anything like the 'stethoscope incident' last year, that proctologist could have made a lot of money online!" Ryan's attempt to be funny was met with a deathly silence and cold stares. He was the youngest of the group, being 21.

"Hey man," Tremaine, a black guy who was also known as "T-Bone" or "TB", sternly addressed Ryan. "We agreed to never bring that shit up again!"

"Can we just forget it ever happened?!" Sarah, Nick's girlfriend, fretted. Nick put his arm around her, both members of the couple were blonde.

"Some things are too stupid and embarrassing to ever be mentioned again..." Kim, a woman of Vietnamese descent, rocked back and forth in her chair.

"Hi!" Jess bubbly announced her return. "Look who I found on the way back from the bathroom!"

"Oh my god..." Ryan's jaw dropped.

"It's Tiafell!" TB exclaimed. "We stood in line twenty minutes to talk to her!"

"Did you forget? Tiafell's a

guy,

a very girly one!" Nick corrected him.

"Cut me some slack, it's easy to forget!"

"Hey, I'm Tiafell. I remember all of you from last night. Sorry I never called back; it's been a crazy day." The elf chuckled timidly, knowing he didn't have a phone to call anyone with.

"Oh, I'm sure!" Ryan replied, finding himself enamored with the hybrid elf.

"With me are Cirris and Mirya, two of my closest friends!"

"Yo!" Cirris threw his hand up.

"Hi everyone!" Mirya smiled, showing her pearly whites.

"Allow me to introduce everyone!" Jess began introducing her friends. Everyone responded in their own ways during the "role call". "Please, have a seat!" She, along with the new guests, sat down. "Has anyone ordered yet."

"No, we told them to wait until you came back. It's a good thing too." Sean answered.

"Oh, we need to browse the menu right quick." Cirris picked the folded laminated paper in front of him up.

"Oh yes, we don't want to make you all wait even longer than you already have!" Tiafell quickly examined his, hoping to speed things along.

"Don't worry about it! We'd only just decided ourselves!" Sarah admitted. "Take your time!"

As the Gashuan trio examined their menus, the others at the table discussed medical topics using terminology that went way over their heads. Fortunately for them, the menu items were self-explanatory and mostly comprised of dishes not unlike anything they had back home.

"Anything caught your eye, sis?" Cirris questioned his sister.

"I believe I'll have the steamed vegetable plate. And you?"

"I could go for a steak. What about you, Tiafell?"

"You know I like my chicken. I'll see what grilled Earth chicken tastes like." Tiafell placed his menu back on the table.

"Those are good choices!" Jess butted in. "Would you like some drinks? They have an extensive drink menu!"

"We would, but none of us are old enough to drink." Cirris muttered "dammit" after his reply.

"I will be in three months..." Tiafell sighed, close but no cigar.

"Aww!" Jess smiled sympathetically. "There's also water, tea, soda, all kinds of other non-alcoholic drinks. I think I'll have some tea after my champagne is gone, I'd like to remember whatever happens tonight."

"In case you have some 'fun'?" Mirya teased.

"Maaaaybe!" Jess stuck her tongue out playfully.

A waitress came and took their drink and entrée orders, then left with the menus.

"So, Tiafell." Ryan addressed him. "Are you actually an elf like in the stories?"

"Oh yes, I am." The elf confirmed by moving his ears, stunning the others.

"Woah, holy shit!" TB pointed at the elf.

"They can move!" Kim watched in awe.

"Wait..." A puzzled Ryan leaned forward. "If you're actually an elf, are the stories about you true??" His friends started at him like he'd lost his mind.

"Yes," Tiafell decided to come clean, seeing a chance for them to fulfill their mission. "It's all real, but we don't know who in this world is writing about us or how we're here in the first place!"

"There's something we must ask you all." Cirris added.

"How much has Bassytian written about us?" Mirya pleaded. "Please, tell us if you will. Dred is

real,

and we thought that maybe we could learn how to destroy him by asking someone who has read the stories!"

"Dear god..." Goosebumps formed on Ryan's arm. His friends turned their attention to him, the group's authority on the Tiafell story, though Jess was also a fan.

"Well..." Ryan took his phone out of his pocket to browse. "I haven't read it yet, but there was a chapter released this morning that seems to have the answer you're looking for."

"May we read it? Please?" Tiafell begged.

"Of course!" Ryan tapped the latest chapter and passed his phone to the elf. "I assume you don't know how to use a phone. Slide your fingertip up the screen to scroll down, then tap 'Page 2' to change it to the next part.

The mage twins crowded around Tiafell and read with him. While they read, the waitress returned with their drinks. Toward the end of the chapter, Mirya gasped and held her hand over her mouth, sobbing. Her brother held her in his arms.

"Dred can be killed..." Cirris became emotional himself. "This changes everything!"

"Yes." Tiafell's hands were shaking, clutching the phone. "We can put an end to all this violence and death..." Heavy tears fell from his cheeks. "Thank you for this, Ryan. You have no idea what this means to us." He passed the phone back to its owner.

"You're quite welcome!" Ryan was excited to have helped.

"You redeemed yourself for bringing up that damn 'stethoscope incident' earlier!" TB congratulated him, only for his friends to loudly protest. "Oh shit."

"Anyway..." Jess scrunched her nose up at TB before turning to the guests. "I'm so happy for you all!"