{"sf1_id":951047,"sf2_id":"5nzG4yE1","title":"Tale of the Winter Prince Insert: A Commemorative Speech","author":"Tanuskidoodle","words":1865,"posted_at":"2016-01-03T13:30:00.000Z","tags":["Age Play","Bedroom","Character Development","Christmas","Cuddling","Cum","Elf","Emotion","Frottage","Holiday","Incest","Lust","Naked","Naughty","Nude","Nudity","Orgasm","Passion","Poetry","Pseudo-Incest","Sex","Short","Short Story","Snuggles","Story Series","Teen","Teenager","Winter","anxiety","immortal","jizz"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/951047-tale-of-the-winter-prince-insert-a-commemorative-speech","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/5nzG4yE1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/11/e7/11e7871b-2124-4095-8265-45734a8217ef","description":"#10 of Tale of the Winter Prince\n\nThis is an insert story for an Rp series I am creating with Nate_the_Great1, whose input and inspiration allowed this story to exist.\nThis is also my entry for Prompt 42 of the Writing prompt group. The goal was to create a Christmas song that would present the culture and customs equivalent to Christmas (or any other winter holiday) in a world that we have created. I think I went a little off prompt by creating a poem to commemorate the renewal of old holiday traditions, but I think it still fits for the overall theme of cultural traditions.\nThe adopted prince, Dirion, is giving a speech to commemorate the celebration of the winter holiday in his realm, a tradition that has not been practiced for almost two decades due to the reign of the despotic Black Serpent. The teenage elf is nervous, but the King of Winter himself provides the boy with help, in more ways than one.","content":" **Tale of the Winter Prince**\n\n**Insert:**\n\n**A Commemorative Speech**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Dirion stood at the foot of the stage, which was erected for the upcoming event, the first holiday feast in his village since he was an elfling.\u0026nbsp; The sixteen year-old elf prince wiped the thin veneer of nervous sweat from his brow as he thought about the upcoming speech that he would be making that night in front of his town's entire populace.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe teen held his furry shawl around his robe clad body and said to himself, \"Tonight is the big night: the first Winter Solstice celebration in almost twenty years.\"\u0026nbsp; A heat of anxiety filled his frame from his toes to the tips of his pointed ears flanking his golden locks, causing his fair skin to turn a soft hue of pink. \"And I have to give a commemorative speech since I lived through both eras...I'm not ready, and I don't know what I'm supposed to say.\"\u0026nbsp; He felt himself trembling, not from the snow that was currently falling and covering the hamlet, but from his increasing sense of dread for the village-wide banquet, which was just a few short hours away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dad and Nathan are counting on me, but I can't do it...I need to relax, but then I won't be ready when the time comes.\u0026nbsp; What do I do? EEP!\" The awkward adolescent jerked when he felt an unexpected hand on his shoulder.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDirion lay nude on his back on a bed covered in gossamer, green sheets as the panted in anticipatory lust.\u0026nbsp; His fair skin was covered in a veil sweat from the heat he felt inside of his young body.\u0026nbsp; The feel of the ghostly, white hand on his youthful, erect member elicited a moan from within him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA soft chuckle accompanied by a, \"Feeling relaxed now, my prince?\" sounded in his ear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe elf sat up and protested gently. \"Lord Frost, you don't have to call me that.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe teen's eyes gazed upon the King of Winter, who was now naked, exposing his snow hued body to the lad.\u0026nbsp; Despite his thousands of years in age, the immortal overseer of winter looked to be in his early twenties. His skin was as smooth as silk; his short hair was as soft as goose down; and his sapphire eyes reflected the nervous lad's visage.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe elder male was on his knees and gently caressing the elf's fair member.\u0026nbsp; He rested his free hand on the youth's cheek and declared, \"But you are a prince.\u0026nbsp; Your father married my son, the Winter Prince, and you are now part of the royal lineage.\" As he continued to speak, the Snow King gently rubbed his grandson's cheek. \"That is one reason you were chosen for this auspicious occasion; not only have you witnessed both eras, but you also represent the people's hopes and dreams for the realm's future rule of peace.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe boy took the palm at his cheek and held it with both of his slightly trembling hands. \u0026nbsp;\"I'm sorry, Grandfather Frost, but I can't think of what I should say.\u0026nbsp; I was a stone statue for the last decade. How can I...?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe boy's worried words were cut off by the surprise feel of the immortal's lips upon his own.\u0026nbsp; With one hand on the teen's chest and another on the back of his neck, the Snow King carefully laid the boy on his back.\u0026nbsp; After a moment, he broke the loving liplock.\u0026nbsp; He looked into the eyes of the elfin youth and presented a soft smile as he said, \"Don't fret about that now.\u0026nbsp; You still have a few hours, and I can fill in what you don't know.\u0026nbsp; For now, rest your weary head and let me release your worries.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe palm on the boy's chest returned to his quivering member and took a firm hold, eliciting a needy whimper from the lad.\u0026nbsp; Jack Frost stood and straddled the boy before he temporarily freed his grasp of the boy's flesh spear to place his own member with the adolescence's.\u0026nbsp; After taking both penises in his hand, be began to lightly pump up and down around the phalluses in his grip.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe heat of the contact, along with the tightness and friction of his grandfather's hand, drove Dirion to pant as he gripped the emerald sheets in his hands and bucked upwards in and attempt to feel more pleasure.\u0026nbsp; Allowing himself to let the moment guide him, the elf let go of the sheets ran his hands up the immortal's chest.\u0026nbsp; When he reached the Snow King's ice hard nipples, he fondled and pinched the white nubs, and act which caused the elder man to moan and double his pumping.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSoon, both males moaned as they rapidly approached climax. The King of Winter fell forward and planted his free hand just beside the teenager's head to steady himself over the boy.\u0026nbsp; Words were not needed, as their bodies were in perfect tune with each other.\u0026nbsp; Jack Frost reared his head back; Dirion thrust upward as hard as he could; and their moans echoed in the tiny room as they simultaneously orgasmed, both members spurting forth and painting the younger male's chest.\n\nThe white hued immortal lay himself down on top of the boy and pressed their mouths together into a moan-filled dance of their tongues as the warmth of the fresh seed sandwiched between them spread between their torsos.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe elder male repositioned them both on their sides and embraced his grandson as they continued their kiss.\u0026nbsp; After their lips separated, Jack Frost pulled Dirion's head into his neck and rubbed the boy's back with both hands as the younger male wrapped his arms tightly around the immortal's neck.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter a few slow moments of post-orgasmic silence and intimacy, the Snow King declared, \"Now that your mind is at ease, I'll tell you everything that happened in regards to the holidays during the Black Serpent's rule.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA focused beam of moonlight shined upon the darkened stage, and the members of the audience, who were sitting at rows of banquet tables, went silent as the teenaged elf walked onto the platform.\u0026nbsp; The white tunic he wore presenting a soft, reflective glow of the spotlight, the prince took a deep breath after a moment of silence and said in a cheerfully confident voice, \"Let me tell you a story about the history of this most celebrated of holidays in our realm.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"For centuries upon centuries in this, our treasured kingdom,\n\nthe Winter Solstice was the start of our Christmas holidays.\n\nPlanning and preparation for weeks upon weeks\n\nwere all for the commencement of our ancestral ways.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Cooking cuisine, decorating domains, and practicing processions--\n\nenveloping every member of every town--\n\nall in the hopes of all and of one,\n\nespecially for a visit from Lord Jack Frost, wearer of the \u0026nbsp;snow crown.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Year after year, to one fortunate city,\n\nthe King of Winter would come\n\nto join the feast that would start it all,\n\nthe most fabled time of year for everyone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"He'd come to the lucky hamlet just before the beginning of dusk,\n\nand the town would entertain and honor him from until the very break of dawn.\n\nA town encompassing feast, a street consuming parade,\n\nand a skating party for all the populace were where the fun was drawn.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"After the king's departure and a day of rest,\n\nthe preparations for the season of giving would start,\n\nand the lucky town would race to join the rest of the realm\n\nfor the coming of St. Nicholas, the scion of giving in every heart.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Much the same as in other worlds,\n\ntrees and stockings would be lovingly placed.\n\nGirls and boys would count their deeds\n\nin hopes of their wishes being granted, box and wrapping encased.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDirion's jovial tone abruptly stopped to a silent pause.\u0026nbsp; He scanned the audience, which was on baited breathe, for signs of approval.\u0026nbsp; His gaze locked with that of Jack Frost's, who sat in the center of the final row and returned a warm smile in response.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe elfin prince presented a solemn, somber expression and broke his silence. \"All would not be happy for long.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"For uncountable years this was the tradition,\n\nuntil one of the utmost fateful of days.\n\nExtoros, the Black Serpent, captured the king\n\nand asserted his new rule in the most horrible of ways\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"'A world that is always winter and never Christmas.'\n\nThat was his foremost command.\n\nThus, he and his underlings, thirsty for dominance,\n\nforced the destruction of the holidays upon the land.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"In every village--both big and small--Christmas\n\nwas destroyed, not a trace was left.\n\nEvery decoration, every tree, every song, and every routine;\n\nEvery spirit shattered; every heart bereft.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"The Dark Snake's rule was so ruthless,\n\nEven private holiday gatherings were against his laws.\n\nThe few brave souls to do even this...\n\nexperienced death by his very own claws.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"However, what each and every living creature took the hardest,\n\njust as unbelievable as\u0026nbsp; the cause,\n\nis the voluntary absence of the Christmas Spirit himself,\n\nthe infinitely generous Santa Claus.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, for well over a decade,\n\nthis tragic fact was true.\n\nUntil the reptile's rule began to crumble,\n\nMaster Cringle was also lacking in the season's spiritual hue.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDirion took another planned pause to look into the crowd.\u0026nbsp; He changed his voice again. This time he adopted a hopeful and inspirational voice.\u0026nbsp; The prince started softly and grew louder with every stanza. \"However, there came a ray of hope.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"When things looked their darkest\n\nand faith's voice was void of sound,\n\nthe Winter Prince and his protectors freed Jack Frost,\n\nand Extoros' head was lifeless on the ground.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"A few months have passed,\n\nthus leading us to here.\n\nWe've revived our customs\n\nand worked hard for a new season and era of cheer.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Everyone in our fabled realm--\n\nElf, furry, scaly, and avian--\n\nhas placed their hopes and dreams\n\nto revitalize traditions again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"We also should not forget,\n\nthanks to the writing and storytelling of a brave few,\n\nthat our ancestral recipes, routines, and reveries\n\ncan now be practiced anew.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"We are also blessed,\n\nfor, in addition to our Winter King,\n\n\u0026nbsp;the Winter Prince and his protectors\n\nhave come to our humble village visiting.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Now that our preparations are at an end\n\n\u0026nbsp;and everyone has taken his or her seat,\n\nwe can put the times of darkness behind us\n\nand commence the renewed holiday. Let's Eat!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe crowd stood up and gave the boy a thunderous round of applause.\u0026nbsp; After taking a gracious bow, the elf prince took his leave of the stage and joined his family at the back row and took his place beside the King of Winter, who led the entire village in a toast.\u0026nbsp; With a beautiful memory to start off his new life, Dirion looked forward to the bright future that he and his realm would have from that moment on.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Tale of the Winter Prince","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/901842-tale-of-the-winter-prince-chapter-6-the-many-passions-of-the-winter-prince.json"}}