Back on the prowl

After dropping Pyria off at the farm, you and your still-naked mother ventured off in the general direction of the River of Grace.

“Thank you for accompanying me.” you said to your stunning mother. She beamed at you.

“Not a problem, baby. How are your balls doing, by the way? Getting a little full?” Mom asked curiously.

“A little, yeah.” you admitted.

“Well, hopefully we can find you a good mate quickly. You’re looking for light elves, though?” Mom checked.

“I’d prefer dark elf, but I’ll settle for a light elf or a particularly sexy woodland elf.” you explained.

“Dark elves are quite rare. Shame you can’t steal your brother’s mate.” Mom clicked her tongue.

“You know about me stealing mates?” you choked.

“Of course I do! You know how many angry orcs come to your father because my baby boy fucked their mates too well and now they can’t feel their mate’s walls?” Mom laughed. You laughed too.

“Was Dad angry?” you asked nervously.

“At first. But then he started finding it a little funny.” Mom told you truthfully.

“That’s good.” you said, relieved.

“He did ward off your, ahem, return customers, however.” Mom winked.

“Seriously? Who came back for more?” you asked.

“A buxom woodland elf. A raven-haired human. A blond human. Those brunette human twins that the loremaster has.” Mom recounted.

“And Dad sent them all away? I’ll have to pay them a house visit.” you chucked. Mom laughed, too.

“So, where we headed?” Mom asked.

“A place called the River of Grace. It’s an elf hangout spot. It’s where I found Pyria. But there were tons of options. In fact, we could probably grab several of them and sell them to the Farm.” you realized.

“Go get your brothers of strength.” Mom urged, and you turned and ran back to the village, knocking on the door to their shared house. Both were mateless, and this could be a good opportunity for them as well as you.

You quickly detail your plan. They use their strength to help capture and transport the elf girls back to the village. Other than the one you pick, they get to pick whichever elf they want as their mate. They hastily agreed, and the three of you returned to your mother. Your hulking, 8ft brothers led the way as Mom chatted with you about your type.

“I like busty blondes.” you said. Mom touched her own blond hair and glanced at her large rack, and gave you a searching look.

“Are you looking for a girl like me?” Mom asked.

“Yes.” you admitted. Mom beamed at that.

“You’re so sweet. But don’t ignore amazing mates because they don’t look like me, OK?” Mom made you promise.

You promised.