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

Another news flash Princess, but you are literally the only one that doesn't seem to want to have sex with... this ! snarled Tog, pointing at his crotch and pumping his hips to have his meat flop in the boxers visibly. He flushed slightly at Saiorse's insinuating stare-- did she truly know?-- and was glad to turn away to lead her into his room. Inside, with the door closed to prying ears, Tog rubbed his temple before turning to face his smaller adversary. She was on his turf now, his admittedly slightly stinky bachelor pad that probably needed some tidying up, but it was still his territory and that stiffened his resolve. Plus, now that he was awake his head had begun throbbing from one too many drinks last night and Saiorse's unrelenting yelling had only worsened the pain. At least in here the shades were down, so it was nice and dark and made it easier to nurse his hangover. It was long due to have it out with this vexing elf. He'd reached his breaking point. This was it. Let me see that, Tog said, snatching the phone from the smaller woman's hand. He glanced at the photo, trying to keep his expression neutral. That had been a sweet tryst, two sexy humans and an always naughty dark elf. He hoped Saiorse had assumed the girl was a dark complexioned human as he knew many of the snootier elves still considered their cousins 'trash' elves. The things that dark haired beauty had done... Tog had thought he was experienced before last night. Stifling the urge to give an appreciative nod at the memory, Tog abruptly tossed the phone onto his unmade bad and shook his head. They could be friends, coming over to say hello. Perhaps to get my autograph? You aren't the only celebrity in this relationship, remember? The words rang hollow though, having used them already for several other rumored liasons that had show up on various news outlets. Then she saw the panties. In all honesty, Tog couldn't even be sure if they were from the girls last night. How had the elf spotted them so quickly in the piles of clothing and other crap that was strewn around his room. Women could be uncanny! Tog's eyes couldn't meet Saiorse's for a second, before he summoned some indignation. At this point, his only defense was a good offense. How was she possibly making him feel bad? This WAS all her fault. She'd been leading him on for weeks now, deflecting his carnal advances while sucking his face whenever she saw a photographer hiding in a bush. He'd heard it all already ... that she wasn't ready yet, wanted to start slow, not in the mood tonight, elvish girls aren't like orc sluts, let's get to know each other first, etc. She'd felt the bulge in his pants she'd caused after sitting on his lap during a lunch outing the other day. She knew what she was doing to him. If you want to actually be in a relationship, not a PR photo shoot, said Tog, stepping towards the smaller girl and staring down at her. His meaty palm reached out and a thick index finger poked her on her breastbone. It was time to lay it all out. He was going to speak plainly, rudely and much more crassly than ever before. Then maybe you'd realize that the way to keep my dick in my pants is for you to be the one that takes it out. Fuck, she was attractive. This close Saiorse filled his vision and while he was trying to stare at those bright eyes, he couldn't help but drop his eyes to scan the rest of her body. She was beautiful and alluring in that ethereal way only elves can be. She made everything else in the admittedly shabby room look even drabber in contrast. Her skin was so pale and hair so blonde that she almost seemed to glow in the dim light. And her figure looked like a fantasy come to life, impossibly full breasts on a lithe and toned body that the skin tight elvish clothes hugged to the point of distraction. Perhaps getting this close to her wasn't the best way to keep up his righteous anger. Im an Orc and a male. I have NEEDS . Strong needs. I'm not like one of your light-footed elf boy toys that'll happily eat you out all night and go home to jerk themselves off after thanking you for the privilege, Tog continued, building up his anger again. He tapped her chest again as his other hand went to his crotch, rubbing his thick cock through his boxers. You want to date me? You want a real relationship? How about you remember I have a cock for once. One that needs as much attention as the rest of me.