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The twins’

Weren’t taking the news or their arranged marriage well.

“What do you mean the orcs accepted our proposal?! My brother and I never proposed!” Said the elf sister, knocking over her Sethi wine. She was ‘keeping it together’ through the news of their arranged marriage to the orc kingdom of Begrid to the west, as much as she could, hoping her emotions wouldn’t betray her.

Her bother, on the other hand, was doing his best to stay quiet as tears streamed down his face, sobbing into his hands.

The elf twins had expected to marry another elvish noble house, as their parents had met that way. “As much as I want the two of you to be happy,” their mother, the queen, said; “you have to understand. We’ve been at war with the orcs for years. No progress was being made for either of us, and this is what the king and queen of Begrid offered. Our prince for their princess, and vice versa. You both will move their, and your children will be sent here when they come of age. Every other generation will stay with either the elves or orcs.” The princess slammed her hands on the table, rattling the silverware.

“No, I don’t understand! I could understand one of us going, but both?! This will ruin the line of succession!” “Enough!” Commanded the king. “You let us worry about our land. We aren’t dead yet. And what, would you prefer we separate you two? I know how much your brother relies on your guidance, as much as I wish it were otherwise.” The king suddenly looked away, ashamed of what he said out loud as his son looked at him with bloodshot eyes. The prince suddenly got up and stormed out, heading to his room. “Fine. If this is what you want then do be it. I’ll go console my brother as best I can, which clearly the two of you can’t do.”

The princess returned shortly, her parents still eating their dinner. “When are we leaving?” Asked the princess.

“I’m sorry. We just received word today. The escort will be here tomorrow morning. I’m so sorry daughter, but you’ll both have to pack and be ready to leave before bed tonight.” Said the queen.

“What are we going to do?” Asked the prince as he packed his favorite sketch books and pencils, doing his best to set them in the satchel with shaking hands. He stopped for a moment. “Do you think they have paint in Begrid?”

“Get married, have kids, pretend to love our partners. And yes I think they do” the princess decided a long ride, despite being in a carriage, was probably not the best place for her best dress, and picked comfier clothes for tomorrow.

The prince threw up his hands in a sign of defeat.“Sis, we’re gay. We can’t pretend forever.”

“We can and we will, if only for the sake of our people who are relying on us to end this war. We don’t have a choice.”

As they would soon realize, they wouldn’t need to pretend as much as they thought.

The following morning their escort arrived. As they watched from the top of the stairs, they were surprised not to see some random guards as their escort, but the royal guards of the orc king and queen. Why, they realized, stepped out a moment later from the large carriage in the the center of the caravan.

The prince and princess were a lot more attractive than they had expected. The princess had short red hair, coming down just below her ears. Golden eyes, full lips, and breasts practically splitting her shirt open, the elf princess had to stop herself from from drooling. The elf prince, on the other hand, was drooling, mouth open and absolutely dumbstruck. The orc prince had long dark hair, was easily over 8 feet tall, with arms bigger than the princes’ thigh. A scar ran across his eyebrow, showing he’d seen combat, up close and personal.

Before anyone could stop him, he used his finger to close the prince’s mouth, wiping some of the left over drool off the corner. Then, to everyone’s surprise, he licked the drool of his finger with a wide smile.

After a brief moment of awkward silence, everyone seemed to remember what they were suppose to be doing. “Ahem. Anyway, let us say goodbye one last time children. We will of course come to your wedding, once you send us with a date of when it is to happen.” Said the elf king, a brief glimpse of pain on his face.

Once the prince got out of the trance the orc prince put him in, he and his sister turned around and hugged both parents goodbye. The orcs had their own servants pick up the elves’ bags and put them in the carriage behind the one the orc prince and princess rode in.

“My name is Yambul, and my sister here is Maui. May we have yours?” Said Yambul, while walking towards the carriage that would take them. The carriage itself was quite a bit larger up close, easily able to fit a full size bed, pantry, table, and of course, seats.

“Oh um, yes,” said the elf prince, blushing. “My name is Callon, my sister here is Tauriel.” He tried not to stare at the large bulge in the pants of Yambul, but, despite the orc princes’ loose clothing, was quite noticeable. And Callon could feel his stomach aching.

“I know this is a bit, sudden, but we promise to do our best as your partners, and hopefully fall in love, despite our arranged marriage.” Said Maui, holding out a hand for Tauriel to help her into the carriage, which obviously was made for the large orcs, and not for the sizably smaller elves.

Yambul, on the other hand, simply picked up Callon and put him in the carriage, pinching him in his side, causing Callon to blush even harder and let out a surprised, but not unwelcome, yelp.

After sitting down and beginning to move, Tauriel noticed that, between their behavior and how the princes were sitting closer together, whispering into each others ears, followed by quite a bit of blushing and laughing from the both of them, things were not quite what she expected. “Wait a second, I thought we were getting married?” She asked Yambul, with a look that lacked understanding.

“Well, I mean, ya, but we kind of guessed something else was the case as we rode here from home. After all, for both orcs and elves of our age, we’re usually married by now, right? But obviously for both our cases it seems like we ignored everyone’s advances for so long because the ones that showed interest in us, we had no interest in. And once I saw how your brother looked at me as I stepped out of our carriage, I realized I guessed right.” He said with a smile, placing a large hand on the inner thigh of Callon, causing his face to turn red again.

“What are we going to do about the marriage then?” Asked the princess.

“Oh that. Well of course we would still be married, but thankfully us orcs tend to stick together to support each other, so it would be expected for the four of us to share a house, if not a bed.” Said Maui, which explained why there was only one bed in the carriage. “For kids, well, there isn’t much we can do about that. We would still need a *ahem* donation from our expected partner, but even that doesn’t require penetration, if you can guess where I’m going with this. Now, how about we have a bit of fun?” Said Maui, pouring Tauriel a glass of wine and handing it to her.

“But, oh Gods above and below, what if someone finds out about us?” Tauriel exclaimed, taking a sip of the wine. “Well,” said Maui, putting a large arm around Tauriel, pulling her into her own, now free, breasts. “We really only need to pretend until we become king and queen, whoever between us that may be. Then we can unveil how we truly feel. And once we do, many others will either come out in support, if not with their own partners.” Maui, at this, seemed not to hold in a position of hope, but of certainty.

Tauriel looked over to the bed, seeing her brother and Yambul climb in, clothes already on the floor.

Maui stood up, removed her own clothes, and grabbed Tauriel’s hand. “Care to join us?” Yambul asked. “Oh my, at the same time?” Asked Tauriel, clearly quite flustered. Surprisingly enough, it was her bother that answered; “Please sister. I can’t lie, I don’t think he’ll fit easily. I could use the support.” He said, motioning his head to the large member slowly rubbing against his own, easily four times the length and girth of his own.

And with that, Tauriel got into bed. That day, the carriage rocked not only from the road, but from newly discovered love.

[guydeyes]

david, commission. 2019

i am aware that this piece of mine has been re-posted a thousand times, but now you can re-blog it from the original artist! :~D

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Waiting for the day you finally get a Patreon so I can support you

also i just want you to know your avatars drawings series is so well done that ive made a whole like timeline thing with them placing them in accordance to their clothing and what era i figure they were around for. your attention to detail is really good! it makes the world feel truly lived in and you can see the passage of time through these avatars.

Thanks so much- i really wish there was a way to actually make a timeline for all the avatars, but it doesn't really feel possible-

I'm glad my series makes so many people happy tho 🤧😳💕💕