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

Fuck she was attractive. Saiorse had pulled out all the stops tonight and looked more like a super model, which arguably she was given all her magazine covers, than a college student. Tog suddenly felt underdressed and Orcishly ugly as she approached. What a creature she was, gliding towards him with those cat-like elfish steps and effortlessly moving through the crowd of admirers that thronged around her. The Princess' hair was a golden, curly halo that highlighted her elvish face, a face which through makeup, magic, and natural bone structure, was fair enough to make a strong man simper. Tog would not simper. The burly Orc strained his cheek muscles to give Saiorse a normal, if almost cool, smile as his girlfriend approached. Let her see him as a real man, confident and strong, not one of her spineless, pathetic fanboys. He felt her gaze as she brazenly inspected him from head to toe, the look creating a strange tingle of excitement in Tog's normally jaded loins. He should be used to girls checking him out, but Saiorse doing it was a different matter entirely it seemed. Her compliment came next and his smile widened a bit, tusks turning upward. Again he fought that annoying urge to simper that receiving just a small compliment from the mouth watering elf produced. And you look enchanting tonight as well, although I'm not sure if I prefer you in my jersey, this dress... or nothing at all, replied Tog, arching one of his large, bushy black eyebrows. Her pointed ear caught his eye, glittering in the flash of photographs was a single hanging ornament. Was that his family crest? It had to be, the dragon skull with orc spears crossed was unmistakeable. The burly orc froze a second, trying to decipher the meaning of her wearing that sigil. Orcesses would adopt their husband's sigil after marriage, but this act by Saiorse made his head spin. And I appreciate your taste in jewelry, my Ladyship. A savage sigil for an elf, but it fits your nature. Walking to their table with the sexy Elf on his arm made Tog feel like a bigger stud than normal, which was no small task as he knew he was pretty hot shit on campus already. So, in addition to a cocky swagger, he walked with a full tusk and teeth baring smile that lit his face as he waved at the press and fawning guests. All the men and many of the ladies wished they were Tog tonight, the rest of the women probably wished they were Saiorse. He could get used to this feeling. Saiorse's comments about potentially need a powder later almost made the strutting Orc miss a step. Did he hear her right? Her wink and smile made him believe her, but another part of him decided she was just teasing him. It was a serious issue, not that Saiorse would understand, and her presence and beauty next to him was only worsening the situation. He'd have to impress upon her the urgency soon. After you, Princess, said Tog with a big grin as he pulled out Saiorse's chair dramatically. Playing the gentlemen, he seated himself and placed his beefy arms around the slender elf, drawing her closer as the photographers scrambled to get a shot of the celebrity couple before the dinner started. Tog let one hand drop to rest on the elf's thigh as his other guided her shoulders to turn to face him. Leaning forward, tusks gleaming and real desire in his eyes, Tog whispered. Let's give them what they want. But, I'm warning you, if I kiss you like I want to, I may have to drag you to the powder room right now. The big Orc lowered his face for a kiss, slightly worried about what might happen if Saiorse truly kissed him back given his delicate state. His cock, already teased and eager for relief, had begun to harden in anticipation within his khakis as Saiorse filled his senses. This was going to be a wetter kiss than the demure smooches the press had seen before, but hopefully it wouldn't leave Tog on the edge of losing composure...