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

Next! Tograth Xuthakug , better known as Tog amongst his friends, barked the order and summoned the girl waiting eagerly at the head of an apparently endless line. This one was a fairly curvy dwarfette, exotically dressed in some sort of lingerie forged out of a finely made chain mail. There were openings in strategic locations and Tog considered which hole he would plunder first, vaguely aware of the other women in line clamoring for him to hurry up in order to get to them sooner. The line stretched to the horizon, full of females of every race, size, shape, and color all of them waiting eagerly for their turn to fuck Tog. The Orc Prince was having a dream, of course. He was actually half-awake, but this was a particularly good dream today and he was purposefully lying in bed, eyes closed, and enjoying it as long as possible. The dream could be judged a bit repetitive, he admitted. Another man might have wanted some more plot, but fucking an unending procession of different women put Tog in his happy place. Besides, it was way better than dealing with another day of what had been an increasingly frustrating off-season from football at college. Jealous classmates might say the dream mirrored reality. Tog had a voracious sexual appetite as befits an orc, plus the added appeal of being a celebrity on campus. Not only was his father Jughor Xuthakug, the Clan King of the Orc Nation, which made made Tog a Prince, but Tog was the Captain and star linebacker of the football team. There was never a shortage of friendly girls of all races and shapes willing to slake what had become a legendary sex drive. Orcs still had a primal, savage nature despite their advancement into the civilized world, and in this time of peace, sex was a natural outlet for their passions since they couldn't chop off heads anymore without repercussions. Tog was a virile, young, handsome for an orc stud in his prime, so why shouldn't he just act on his urges, right? Seizing his mighty rod with two meaty fists, Tog lined up the throbbing tool with the Dwarf's sex. Her torso appeared to be the same length as his cock, so Tog was grateful this was a dream as he started to push into the smaller being. The dwarf opened her mouth and screamed... BAM. BAM. BAM. What the fuck? Where was that noise coming from? He was in a featureless landscape except for the line of women. An angry voice droned from the Dwarfette's mouth, higher pitched than any dwarf would talk. Those weren't sounds of pleasure or dirty encouragement and the girl's expression changed as he watched in horror, wanton admiration melting into a curl of disgust. The dwarf's ears grew longer and turned into points at the end while her features began transforming as well. Tog felt his manhood softening in his fists as he realized what she was becoming. What the....? ...Reports show no less than three girls... OH FUCK. Tog's eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed, heart suddenly racing and a scowl dragging the tusks on the sides of his mouth down. She was here. What time was it... before Noon still?! Way too early for the orc to deal with her wrath. For a half-second he contemplated trying to pretend he wasn't there, or maybe sneaking out of his second floor window and running. Saiorse was petite and slight, but she was a beast beyond her size when angry. And angry she had been, it seemed, since they had started 'dating'. Of course Tog had been glad to go along when his father had suggested it. Orcs didn't get a lot of Elvish pussy, them being too pure and having a better handle on their 'base' urges than most races and all that. And of course, Saiorse was fucking hot. That might be an understatement, she was gorgeous, beautiful, arguably even perfect. She'd been voted the sexiest creature on the planet by some online site! Who wouldn't want to date her? Tog had thanked his dad profusely, thinking the old man had just handed him some of the most sought after cooch in the world. Little did he know the last couple weeks would turn into absolute hell. Saiorse viewed their dating as a publicity stunt, not a sexual relationship. The sexy girl acted like they were an affectionate couple in public, but wanted no part of anything more behind closed doors. What could be worse for a horny, young orc like Tog than spending an evening with a sexy elf wearing those kinky boots and then having her give him a chaste kiss goodnight at her door, or have him sleep on her couch? Blue balls were a real condition for a man his age and he'd be in debilitating pain if the number of his female admirers hadn't seemingly doubled since he started dating the beautiful Elf. Nothing seems to turn other women on more than a taken man, especially one taken by the sexiest Elf alive. Suddenly, Tog went from doing well with the ladies to drowning in pussy if he wanted it. And damned if he didn't want it after getting teased by Saiorse all day! For the record, your high-and-mighty-ness, three is a lot of fun, growled Tog as he flung the door open to glare at the petite elf. The broad chested and thick necked orc was clad only in a pair of Vineyard Vines patterned boxers, which bulged prominently from his still slightly aroused cock. For an orc, he was indeed handsome. His lantern jawed chin had definition and his forehead didn't overhang too severely, making him look intelligent and noble for his kind. The two tusks that came out of his frowning mouth were shiny and white, in perfect symmetry and alignment with each other. He was muscular, even for an orc, and towered over the lithe elf. Only his dark eyes, quick and bright, softened his natural menacing appearance, although even they were steely now as he tried his best to intimidate his smaller opponent. And three is better than one. And even one is better than NONE , which is all I have gotten from you since we started DATING ! As soon as he yelled the words, Tog winced and glanced up and down the hallway to see if anyone had heard him. There was a widespread assumption that he was, of course, banging the gorgeous elf and Tog hadn't actively tried to dissuade anyone of that rumor. In fact, it was a bit embarrassing to him at this point that all he had gotten was a kiss and some cuddling in public. Come inside, don't make a spectacle that will be in the press next! Tog said in a slightly softer tone, waving the elf after him as he retreated back into his cave like room. It's probably not true... whatever you read. But if it is true, it's all your fault anyway.