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Thread: A Series of Royal Fuck-Ups {darkest_fate&Prince of Smut}

Another almost garrulous smile crossed Saiorse's face as he whispered his admiration. She could feel where he truly felt that in between her fingers, his manhood, excuse her, orchood trembling and pulsing against her grip, practically begging to release itself upon her. She kept playing her fingers, stroking, working, twisting, pumping. The hand caressed the entire length of him. Each drop of liquid that leaked, his seeping precum, even the first bubbles of orgasm, she used. His cock soon became slick, spreading constantly with her working hands. And she heard his command, and nodded. His tongue upon her breast didn't bother her in truth, she almost welcomed it. She'd been almost expecting Tog to not quite live up to her expectations. The next comment had her letting out a rough laugh. I may be indicating that's the only way you'll get to clearly see me in the flesh, she replied teasingly. She gave his cock a sharp jerk at that, as if to prove that she wouldn't even need to undress to work him over. As for being like no man, I'd certainly hope not. I'd hate to tell the press the rumors regarding you are untrue, she replied, giving his cock another rolling twist. She pulled more groans, and found herself arching up slightly as he lowered his face. She understood kisses she'd given more than her few. Strangely, part of her almost wanted to kiss him. And no, not in a reward, not in a sort of favor granted upon him, but because she simply wanted to. Some part of Tog... appealed to her. Maybe it was that brash arrogance. Maybe it was his admittedly well chiseled, if larger than average, form. Or maybe it was the massive throbbing tool she could feel pulsing in her hands. But she pulled her lips close. Oh, like a geyser? she said. Instead of kissing, she stepped closer. He'd find one hand drifting lower, seeming to move toward his balls. Instead of massaging them, however, it ducked even lower still. He'd feel her palm caressing him while her fingers went a little further. Hope you're ready to blow, she said, before sliding a finger up. Immediately she began working, massaging his prostrate from one side while her finger worked over his cock . She pushed and writhed and worked enough that she actually started to almost tremble with the effort. Tog would see in those determined eyes something that went beyond simply accomplishing some sort of accord, something beyond even just proving herself. Saiorse wanted Tog to cum for her.
Thread: A Series of Royal Fuck-Ups {darkest_fate&Prince of Smut}

Clearly no one had done this to him before. Likely none of his conquests would've had much of a chance. Tog was used to overwhelming, using his superior size and considerable skill to have his way. Saiorse had seen him attempting it with her and part of her almost wanted to let him. But clearly he wasn't used to a woman doing things to him, clearly he hadn't expected the social ,well-rounded elf before him to be capable of such things. As if nearly every elf male didn't all but squeal in pleasure when you stuck a finger up their asshole the old joke of every woman being secretly bi likely applied to the rather feminine elves as well, which Saiorse had come just shy of testing a time or two. Watching him thrust back, hearing the massive, virile specimen of a man let out a cry of pleasure, and, of course, feeling him pulse, gave Saiorse a shot of pleasure herself. She wouldn't say she was a dominant force in the bedroom she thought sex required two partners to really work. But she could enjoy what happened. Could thrill as his cock pulsed strongly in her fingers. They kept working. Above dragged even as he erupted. He may have expected her to pause, as his seed splattered near her face, hitting her expensive clothes, getting in her hair. Oh, she was most definitely going to bitch about it, and soon. But for now, she was more determined to see his pressure relieved, and she took great pains to make sure he fountained. The lower hand kept pumping and priming, working from both ends to jerk and pull the seed from the seething mass which lay between Tog's legs. She leaned forward, put pressure, used those talented fingers to just keep moving, working and pulling and outright milking. More and more thick seed floated her hands, and even the confident Saiorse had to wonder if she could handle it. But she forced herself to, to keep going and keep pumping, rolling hand, pulling every bit of seed out of him while he clung. As he started to finish, she gave his cock a long, low, languid squeeze, pulling his seed out. she held it up, showing him the drizzle between her fingers. She lowered it, smelled him for a moment, extended her tongue, before smiling and shaking her hand free. You're welcome, orc, she replied, keeping her voice level. She reached up, pulling out some of the thicker bits from her golden hair, frowning. next time warn me before you blow. I'll be wasting a few cleaning spells, since I hardly expect you've clothing about, she was impressed by the thick globs that she wrung from her golden locks. where the hell was he keeping it? Her sharp blue eyes looked up at him. Admit it she said, tapping him with a still glistening hand, that's enough to more than satisfy you, and far more than you expected, she raised her brows, daring him to admit otherwise. Males did not scream in pleasure when you didn't do a good job. Saiorse knew, but she wanted to her him say it.
Thread: A Series of Royal Fuck-Ups {darkest_fate&Prince of Smut}

Thus far, Saiorse had drank a coffee and smelled, not licked or tasted, orcish seed. but, she'd managed to clearly win over Tog. She'd actually started as he thanked her, eyes going wide for a moment. She... hadn't anticipated that. Sure, she'd hoped for it, angled for it, would likely have teased him to get it, but that hadn't meant she'd expected him to just blurt it out like that. The arms were decidedly more expected, right up to squeezing her breasts. Saiorse nodded to his comment that had been a little unfair. you're the one who suggested explosions, she replied, before running a cleansing hand down her hair. Soon it looked as perfectly styled as it had when she'd come in advantage of having magic. The hand hovered about her jacket, considering. That would take some doing... or she could go along with Tog's plan. Hearing that she'd left here wearing his clothing would increase the likelihood of the paparazzi working for them as opposed to against. Plus Saiorse could play coy about it, tease and suggest. Ready for it? Saiorse let out a wry chuckle. You're dating me because neither of us really have a choice, she started, before tapping him. And if you keep underestimating me, you'll never be ready. She rolled her eyes as is shirt drifted lower, reaching down to carefully pluck it, using two fingers. She did have some yearning, true, but not to the level that Tog insisted. I told you, she said, I'm not spreading my legs for you, a pause, as she slid out of his grasp ,moving lithely, at least, not right away, her fingers went to undo her jacket, sliding the stained garment to the floor. Her expensive top barely showed any signs of what had just happened. It clung delicately to the light curves, just showing the impressively perky breasts. I'll want one of those shirts, and a jacket, reaching down to slide her own off. Expensive lingerie covered those impressive breasts, cupping them and showing them in their best light. She glanced down, noting the bits on her pants, flicking some fingers along them to consider.. There's quite a lot on my schedule today, she said, still working them. Plus, we have that dinner tonight, remember? Saiorse met his gaze, quirking a brow. He'd better have remembered the charity dinner they'd signed up to attend.
Thread: A Series of Royal Fuck-Ups {darkest_fate&Prince of Smut}

I've a whole bag full of tricks, replied Saiorse airily, already flitting out of his grasp. she thoroughly enjoyed teasing, and seeing the burly orc grumble as he couldn't keep his paws on the pretty elf maid almost felt like something out of one of their fairy tales. It kept her smiling even as she stripped, and the expression only made her seem all the more daring, all the more appealing. Her designer jeans painted onto her lean flesh, the bra sculpted to perfectly enhance what was already quite the generous gift from the goddess. Add on the flicking off of excess semen and Saiorse looked every inch the wet dream so many claimed her to be. She turned, still clad in jeans, as he spoke of his jersey. That made sense, and she didn't mind the overt display of ownership. She was already corralling him in the bedroom a little reciprocation could go a long way. As she turned, however, Saiorse saw what dangled between his legs. she found herself leaning slightly, catching quite the look with those sharp elfish eyes of hers. Sure, she'd just been manhandling him a few moments ago, but she hadn't quite seen him free. That and she had to wonder about his stamina. Answer impressive. Saiorse fingered at the button of her jeans, considering. She could give in to his request shuck the jeans, parade around. but it was rather chilly outside, and she hadn't prepped any anti-cold spells her outfit would manage that. Plus, she wanted to defy him at least a little. Thus a only partially nude elf took the jersey, sliding it on, watching as it fell almost to her knees. You want my pants off, Tog, she replied, smoothing out the shirt, you're going to have to work a bit harder than that, she gave him a wink, only realizing after the fact that she'd just admitted that he could even manage it. She gathered her things, tapping the phone. You'd better be on good behavior tonight, she insisted. Maybe I'll even reward you if you do, another wink, and she turned to go, hesitating for a moment before heading out. After all, she had work to do that day, and it would take her at least a few hours to be ready for a night like tonight.
Thread: A Series of Royal Fuck-Ups {darkest_fate&Prince of Smut}

How long could she wait? The words hovered in Saiorse's mind as she left, and she had to pause, taking a deep breath of the slightly chilled air. There was something... appealing in tog. Not in the fancy, pretty, delicate appeal that she usually preferred. No, Tog had a raw, primal sexuality. Saiorse wondered, wondered what he would be like, wondered if she should drift closer to him. What would that cock feel like as it forced its way inside her? What would Tog do when she agreed to let his hands travel as they would? What sort of pleasures could he work upon her while caught in the sexual frenzy. Saiorse took a shuddering breath, closed her eyes. Best not to flirt with danger too much... To say that Saiorse looked stunning for that dinner would be a bit of an understatement. A sky blue dress clung to her, shimmering elfish silk highlighting her lean form. Magic and makeup highlighted what was already a naturally ethereal beauty. Dots of color, blues and greens, sprinkled about her cheeks and eyes. Golden curls fell in perfect frame of that stunning face. The rest of the locks had been twisted up into an intricate, curled style above her head. The hair let the ears show in all their glory, pointed and finely trimmed, with just a small piercing in her left ear. An acute scholar would recognize an old elfish courtship ritual, and Tog would recognize the sign of his house in the little bone jewel. A long slit on the dress showed most of her leg, coming up nearly to her hip. Heels helped to further accent legs. Nails had been expertly trimmed as had many other things. Saiorse had stunned upon arrival, with people flocking. Smiles and sly asides were tossed out casually as people inquired about Tog and the jersey. He's quite large, she said to one flighty reporter, taking a delicate sip. Orcs carry quite a heavy load, do they not? came a teasing comment to a new wife that had been a long friend. While I appreciate the compliment, I'm afraid I'm with him, was offered to an admittedly pretty elf boy that, under normal circumstances, she'd at least have toyed with. She almost literally strung him along as she slid alongside Tog, gliding almost effortlessly to his side, looping her arm in his. You dress up quite nicely yourself, she replied gamely, raking her eyes over him. You picked a color to match my eyes, she added, blue eyes sparking as she met his gaze for a moment. Her lips quirked. As far as.... attention goes, maybe we can find some time after a bit. A lady does need a powder. A sly wink then, and a knowing smile. So much for not baiting the orc...
Thread: A Series of Royal Fuck-Ups {darkest_fate&Prince of Smut}

A delicate brow arched as Tog listed off his favorite outfits she'd worn for him thus far. Was that a subtle, or, really, not so subtle hint that he'd done some Googling after their meeting. The flattery was appreciated, for what it was, though Saiorse knew it for just that flattery. Every other eye in the place was upon them, and though she'd never admit it, Saiorse did appreciate it to some degree. The jewelry comment had her slyly smiling again. A hand went up to just play with it, rolling it between her fingers. I figured it would send another signal. A woman's dress can communicate quite loudly, particularly in these circles, particularly if said woman was the elfish princess. Saiorse knew full well that several writers, particularly the gossip mongers. Just that little earring would be enough to print a few articles. Add in the matching dress, the physical proximity, and what was likely to be a not-so-subtle sneaking off at some point for a liaison. Saiorse almost wanted to sigh her mother was going to owe her quite a lot after this. ... or she'd end up owing her mother, depending on how much of Tog's talk was hot air. The slender blonde took the offered seat, almost gliding into it. She leaned toward the orc as his arm extended, glad to catch a whiff of his primal scent he'd done something there. It mixed with her light floral and sweet scent to create something rather heady. It made Saiorse wonder if other bits of them would intermingle quite as successfully. Her head turned up, and she caught the desire. Careful, she whispered, nothing where people can see, or we'll have quite the public problem, she replied, though she simply rubbed her hand against the hand on hers. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Saiorse kept the kiss light, almost fluttery, moving toward the demure. However, she found herself yielding, particularly as Tog kept going... and going? Saiorse's eyelids closed for a moment, the elf temporarily losing herself in the moment, hearing a few whirs and catching flashes against her eyes.
Thread: A Series of Royal Fuck-Ups {darkest_fate&Prince of Smut}

Goddess, he could kiss . Saiorse had heard about kissing orcs, had even done some... research. It amounted to smashing your face against theirs and hoping their tusks didn't work against yours. She'd anticipated, imagined, even practiced. But all that paled compared to the real thing. She could feel his teeth just grazing against her, threatening harm without causing. In the past their peoples had fought, fought so that those tusks could have rent elfish flesh. Now, said near nibbles felt almost teasing, as if promising yet more of what she could do. And goddess, his tongue . As Tog had no doubt intended, Saiorse had to wonder if he could use said tongue for other things. Fuck, it had to be nearly as big as some members she'd seen and taken. In a moment of weakness, Saiorse found her lips drawing about it. She just sucked for a moment, tasting his spittle entering her, feeling his full girth and length and---goddess, she could definitely feel her cleft growing a little moist. Fucking hell, no wonder everyone talked about Tog in such glowing terms. At least she could keep herself composed as they parted, smiling demurely, as if she'd simply exchanged a peck on the lips and not something that left her almost to the point of wanting to pleasure herself. She could hear her own heart pounding, and could distinctly make out Tog's blood flowing. Goddess, if he tongued her ears... but apparently no one had told him of that elfish weakness. It would almost be more erotic than the oral he promised now. Yes, I so dream of your drooling over me in a more literal sense, she replied airily, flashing him another tight smile, eyes dancing. The speech that followed was precisely what she wanted to hear, and she paid almost rapt attention. Such harmony and tranquility had been hard fought. She did her share of the fighting now, though she had to admit that the battle was proving a little less... trying than she'd have expected. She squeezed Tog's hand as the speaker indicated how the elfish and the orcish people, greatest of foes, had formed alliances so tight that their house heirs now had a rather harmonious relationship. The chuckles were fine and--- shit, Tog was moving again. Saiorse felt his hand shifting hers, and could feel his throbbing dick. She rolled her eyes. Tog, public, she reminded him, taking a bite of her salad. You don't hear me talking about how I should've brought a change of panties, do you? Keep it in your pants, she gave his dick a squeeze, then rubbed it for a moment. How naughty would it be to work him under the table? But no, no she couldn't. The scandal if they were caught would be too much. No, he'd just have to walk quickly to the powder room. Fuck, she may have to see if he was at all willing to reciprocate...
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

Maiesiobreed CharmSnake in Shame of the Office
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

So how did you close Mr Wu? Randy Fullwood asked as he saw Mark Pitman pouring himself a coffee in the office kitchen. Send him to the massage parlour? Nahh, he just wants free rounds of golf, answered Mark. The blowjob would have been cheaper. Randy took a mug from the cabinet and Mark filled it for him before replacing the carafe. The two salesmen chatted in their business suits, slender blonde Mark in blue and broad-shouldered Randy in his charcoal with matching tie over a maroon shirt. He stroked his dark goatee as the receptionist floated by. Both of the men's eyes followed Nicole's all ass the way down the hall. Her bleach streaked hair hung halfway down her back and her turquoise cold shoulder dress clung snug over her hips and revealed the edges of her intimate ink. She got some sweet young thighs, Randy commented as the receptionist disappeared around the corner. Small tits though, Mark smirked. Picky picky. I bet she's still in college. Fuck, she's just out of high school, said Randy. Have you heard her on the phone? She didn't get the job due to her experience. Yeah, she's pretty stupid, said Mark. Not that it matters. Nope, said Randy. Lying on your back doesn't require calculus. He grinned as the two salesmen clunked their mugs together. What do you think her tattoos are? Mark asked. I'll let you know, Randy shrugged. The two shared a grin. Me first, said Mark. Bears tickets. You're on. Seen you-know-who around? Mark asked quietly. She'd freak if she heard us talking like this. Ahh, let her, Randy smirked. I love it when she goes off. He took another sip of his coffee. But no, haven't seen her. Must be in her office, locked away as usual.
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

Robyn looked out of her office and sighed deeply, taking in the group of Neanderthals from sales who were openly ogling the new hire who did nothing to dissuade their gazes. Poor young fool, she had no respect for herself or the other strong minded women in the office, she would have to have a talk with her...but first, the women's room was calling her name. She left her office and scowled as she caught the eye of that slob Randy from sales. She had protested he be fired on numerous occasions, but he brought in revenue and you could get away with murder if you brought in money in the corporate world. She shook her head as she opened the bathroom door. Was it really so much to ask for women to be respected as much as their male counterparts? She did her best, reporting those to her bosses that she felt didn't treat her or other women in the office with respect...choosing to go above and beyond the requirements for reporting perceived sexual harrassment to her superiors. Sure, she may have rubbed some of the stodgier men and even the women in her office the wrong way, but it was important for her to maintain her dignity and professionalism within the company. She was a modern woman in all facets of her life....except for one. She was reminded of her interests anytime one of her expecting co-workers waddled into the office, heavy with child. More often than not she would find herself staring at their swollen bellies, their heavy breasts, their wide hips....and she'd want nothing more than to be a mommy to be herself. She couldn't help it...and on more than one ocassion she had made a hasty retreat to the women's room to compose herself. It was why she had abruptly left this morning...Julia had stopped by her desk to say hello and tell her that she as going on maternity leave soon, and Robyn could easily see why. Her maternity suit had struggled to contain her massively swollen belly...and it was taking every fiber of her being to not reach out and touch the huge orb, to caress it, to worship it. Get it together Robyn, jesus, she whispered to herself, a hand on her own belly. She was distracted and hadn't yet realized that she had left her office door open and her computer unlocked. Her special Pinterest page was still up, burning brightly for anyone to see.