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

The last time Tog had tried to kiss Saiorse, the mercurial elf had instead fingered his ass by surprise and made him blow his load like a pipe bursting. Tonight, perhaps because of the cameras watching, she actually played along and gave Tog the kind of kiss he had been seeking from her since their relationship had commenced. It started demure, a light kiss but open mouthed, and certainly a kiss that hinted of an intimate relationship to the camera. The sexy elf was likely inexperienced in kissing Orcs, however, and didn't realize beforehand that it was almost impossible to kiss a tusked, big lipped and square jawed beast like Tog without it getting a little sloppy. Just the sheer size of his mouth made it hard for him to be delicate. Add in his tongue, which was enormous and powerful to the delight of all his lovers, and the Orc's kissing approach was more akin to a fierce attack on the delicate Elf, even when trying to be gentle. The tusks didn't help, flashing white and huge as they brushed her skin in sync to his mouth moving with Saiorse's. A spectator couldn't help but be alarmed for her safety, even though Tog wielded them with expert awareness and left not a scratch on Saiorse's delicate high cheeks. She would feel them on her still, like teeth of a predator nibbling a small morsel teasingly. The final photo would be a shocking contrast, the Elf's pale skin, ethereal features, and fair hair being assaulted by the dark green, savage and hulking beast that almost threatened to devour her. Well, that will get them talking, chuckled Tog as he forced himself back. He had walked a delicate line and stopped before the kiss was about to verge into a full on make-out session of the sort that might precede ripping each other's clothes off. It had been like kissing honey and sunshine, the Elf so light and sweet in his mouth. Orcs had sensitive noses, despite preferring a darker and stankier palette of smells, and Saiorse's scent had been intoxicating. It was her real scent, not the expensive perfume she wore, and hit him as a mix of sweetness and something dirtier.... arousal? Was the Elf a bit turned on, her body betraying the icy restraint she had shown to date? The already horny and teased Orc had reacted as expected, his cock hardening in his khakis which were beginning to look like he was smuggling a bat down his thigh. Lust filled him and this sexy creature next to him was only driving him madder. An arched eyebrow and a pointed look down followed to draw her eyes to his crotch, and then he whispered, Imagine what I could do with this tongue between your thighs, Your Sweetness. The press was moving away and the lights dimming as the dinner began. Some presenter was taking the stage to loud applause and the spotlight seemed to be receding from Tog and Saiorse at last. Awards were coming up, something about promoting inter-racial harmony. Blah, blah, blah. The Orc exhaled, removing his arm from Saiorse's shoulder. In a smooth motion, he pulled her hand off of his and onto the fat, tubelike bulge in his pants, and then dropped a napkin down on his lap. The table was pulled up tight and she would appear to be resting on his thigh, Tog hoped. I hope you can feel the full magnitude of the problem I have because of you now, said Tog, giving her a innocuous smile like he was asking her about her salad to anyone watching them. I don't even know how I can stand up at this point to even make it to the powder room.