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

Tog found it interesting that Saiorse seemed surprised, and maybe even pleased, when he had thanked her for getting him off. He noticed the Elf's eyes widen and felt her body start in his hands at his words. Well, busting a nut was busting a nut and giving praise after sex was a natural response for him, Girls tended to swoon at his slightest compliment given his reputation. Giving some encouragement was also a nice way of getting them revved up for another, dirtier round. Perhaps the Elf, deep down inside, was a little worried that she couldn't satiate the voracious Orc. Maybe her reluctance to take their relationship to the next level was driven by insecurity? She wouldn't be the first hot girl that Tog had fucked that was terrible in bed, so he knew that many women with her looks were used to not having to learn how to please their partners. Frankly, the Orc was both relieved and now intrigued that she knew how to handle a cock. She had milked him in a way that hinted she had a number of other tricks hidden up her sleeve and the Orc was eager to discover them all. He fantasized briefly, Saiorse's looks combined with the dirtiness of that Drow last night... now that would be a mind bending combination. I said geyser.. not explosion, replied Tog, wondering what she would deliver if he asked for an even bigger cum next time. Her next words made him frown, did he have a choice? He hadn't exactly thought about saying no to his father, this being Saiorse and all he was being offered, but somehow he assumed the pressure was more on the image conscious Elf then him. Then again, his father had seemed strangely serious about the whole idea, telling him not to be an ass. Perhaps they were both stuck in this for a bit. Trust me, I'll be ready next time. How many tricks do you have left, anyway? And Tog was grasping air again. How did she move so quickly when he thought he had her firmly in his meaty paw? Yeah, yeah, something about not spreading her legs. Tog was more focused on her shirt being lifted and those gorgeous, gravity defying breasts finally being exposed. They were covered, of course, in some fancy Eflish bra, but it was still a sight that made Tog's cock twitch despite being spent. Clad in only her bra and those designer jeans, distractedly cleaning flecks of Tog's jizz off her body, she was simply stunning and the Orc momentarily lost his train of thought. What? A shirt? Maybe you should just take those jeans off as well, one of my shirts will cover you like a dress, suggested Tog. He sauntered to his closet, kicking off his boxers from his ankles and enjoying his new freedom to show the sexy Elf his swinging meat. I've got some jerseys, all clean, and a couple button downs that could work. I kinda like you in my jersey actually... try it on. Tog pulled out the football shirt, number 69 of course, and held it out in front of her. Cut for the larger Orc, but tight on him, it would be baggy on her. She might need to belt it, but the shirt would definitely cover her to mid-thigh, at least. Yeah, that would be a sexy look and spark some rumors about why she had to have an outfit change after visiting her new boyfriend mid-day. That dinner, shit. Right, of course, Tog replied, nodding like he had just momentarily forgotten, but totally was going to remember it if she hadn't reminded him. There was something else he had as well, that weekly tutoring session with his professor. The orc flushed slightly thinking about that appointment. Tutoring meant him railing the older woman over her desk for an hour in return for getting an A. Granted, he considered the act as much of a chore as just doing the classwork given she wasn't really his type, but still, Saiorse might consider that a breach of their new agreement. He'd have to think about how to handle that situation. Yeah, it's cool. I've got some stuff to do as well, but I'll see you tonight.