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

Ow! What the fuck? growled Tog as the little vixen did something to his finger. Orcs can take a lot of pain, spears through their chest, arrows in their thighs, and keep fighting, but whatever elf trick she had done had sent such a shock of pain through him that it overrode what should have been a death grip on her sweet ass. He dropped her and shook his hand trying to get her vise like finger off of it. The natural instinct to shove her away was blocked by the hand that still gripped his throbbing cock. Saiorse's fingers on that sensitive organ had become a perverse submission hold, the pleasure too great to make him risk breaking contact even though she was still tweaking his finger. Ow.. STOP! Are you fucking crazy?! Ow! Shit, fine... not a whore or slut, got it, snarled Tog flexing his freed hand and wondering how his finger wasn't broken completely after the pain he'd felt. She was rubbing his cock again, trying to distract him. Frankly, it was working and his anger was fading with every roll of her wrist. And now she was rubbing his balls, causing a frustrated sigh. His entire crotch was a warm, glowing pool of pleasure and the pain in his finger was fading quickly with every pump of his shaft. Damn her. An accord? Is it my... mhmm... m-my choice, really?, replied Tog, failing to contain a moan as her hand teased the sensitive crown of his aching rod. It was tough to negotiate with her in this position, tough but rather fun to try. The ball squeeze came next and he gritted his teeth to prevent another groan from slipping out, he had to show her he had some control. He continued, taking a deep breath to try to speak casually, Well since you literally have me by the... oh darkness... by the balls. Twice damn this sexy elf. Can you just let me speak? No, keep rubbing... mhmmm.. yes... I mean NO, not there , just keep rubbing the shaft, Tog continued, closing his eyes for a second to enjoy her hand working slowly on his meat as he thought about his reply. This was what he wanted, well at least sort of. Not spreading her thighs was a problem as he couldn't see himself enjoying handjobs for very long. Was he a teenager again? Who gets handjobs in college? Did she mean blowjobs as well? That quickened his pulse, but even those would get old eventually. Of course, sliding his green orc cock between those pale breasts would be a distraction for a day or two, but what he really wanted, no really needed, to be faithful was the sweet Elfish pussy between her thighs. But, as her tugging continued, he convinced himself this might work... at least for right now because he definitely needed a release. Black eyes opened and his tusks rose in a smile. Fine. No sex, but IF you are able to keep me sated, I will not embarrass you with finding an outlet for my... needs... outside of our relationship. But, there is more, Tog added, thick eyebrows arching and eyes twinkling. The uninjured hand went to her neck, the massive paw resting on her delicate throat before his thick fingers slid lower. Tracing slowly down her neck with surprising delicacy, his hand went over the ridge of her breastbone, and finally down to surround one of her full mounds until he held it lightly with his thumb and fingertips. He was poised to pull away quickly if she reached for it, but he spoke confidently even as he watched her response warily, To get off, in this... manner, I'm going to need a lot of... extra.... stimulation. Unless you want to tug me until your arms can't move, that is. That means allowing a bit more access than you have before... and showing a bit more as well. Think of it as starting to build a real relationship. Do we have a deal?