Elven Clan

You sit up, blinking sleep out of your eyes.

“Daddy...” Eris moans, and you glance over your shoulder to see your dark-haired daughter wearing just a bra and cotton shorts, her bright teal eyes gazing up at you. You lean down and kiss her fondly on the mouth, and she groans, her hands wrapping around your broad shoulders, the kiss deepening, when there’s a knock on the door. Sighing, you lean back from Eris, and cross to the door, and open it to find Hope, your half-sister, standing there.

“Hello, Jakob. Your mother would like to speak to you in her bedchamber.” Hope smiles, and you nod and close the door to get dressed, pulling a cotton tunic over your bare chest, and pulling on thicker hunting pants over your cotton pants. Eris pouts from the bed, and you cross over to her, and kiss your gorgeous daughter lustfully, and then you crouch down, and kiss the sleeping Amara, before going to see your mother.

She slept in a lovely room that must have once been hers, and masterful drawings of her and a handsome, thickly bearded brown-haired elf littered the shelves. Mom came out of the bathroom in a flowing, transparent nightgown. You raise an eyebrow at the formality, and she giggles.

“My sister, who is the Queen of the Western Hemisphere of the Elflands, is coming today with her daughter. She heard rumor that there’s a male half-elf, and wants to confirm that.” Mom shrugs.

“Why is that rare?” you ask.

“Half-elf men are objectively more endowed, for some reason, and many male pure-blood elves die early. Meanwhile, elf women are bursting with fertility and lust, so they leave the Elflands, and get captured and ****. Like me.” Mom sighs, and you pull her into a gentle hug.

“Those days are over. Now, you’re my elf queen, and I’m no serial ****.” you murmur, and Mom smiles wearily.

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Two hours later, you lean on the house’s fence, watching a royal carriage come down the street, and when it arrives, the doors open up to emerge two beautiful blondes. Both female elves were gorgeous, and they locked eyes with you.

“Hello. King Jakob of Thornshire, I presume?” the eldest of the two eleven women asks.

“Yes. I presume you’re Queen Mega of the Western Elflands?” you said politely.

“I am.” Mega smiles.

“Well, no one informed me that the Queen of the West was so extraordinarily beautiful.” you murmur, and kiss Mega’s hand. She blushes lightly.

“Please. We are both royals, and I have no higher power than you, as neither of us are in our own land.” Mega waves me away. I smile, and turn to the younger elf, an incredibly sexy elf girl with blond hair and beautiful perky breasts and long legs.

“Please, allow me to introduce my daughter, Storm, Princess of the Western Elflands.” Mega smiles, and rests a hand on my shoulder.

“Hello.” Storm said stiffly.

“So. You’re wearing armor, not a dress like your mother. I assume you’re a wilder spirit?” you murmur, and caress Storm’s curvy hips, and her eyes widened.

“Yes! I’m so glad somebody finally understands me.” Storm whispers back, and you place your hand on Storm’s other hip, and your fingers brush the smooth panties-like strip of armor covering her elven vagina, and Storm shivers. She leans against you, her blond hair falling down to just below her pretty ass, and Mega cleared her throat.

“Not to interrupt your budding affections, but we probably should head inside, and meet with my sister.” Mega smiles, and you recall the girl you were so eager to grope was your cousin, not that changed anything, though. Inside, Eris, wearing a shimmery grey dress, lounges across a couch, while Hope perks up when you walk in, and Laena, as calling her Mom doesn’t seem quite right anymore, went to hug Mega. Storm went to speak with Eris, and you sidle up beside Hope, and she gives you a warm smile. Laena’s daughter was a vision, with big breasts, curvy hips, and a face so pretty it hurt.

“So, Jakob, I have a request. In the woods a half day’s walk from here, I found a gorgeously rendered statue of a goddess known best as Elvia, and I believe I would like your companionship when I go to collect it.” Hope asks nervously. You smile at your half-sister, and kiss her gently on the mouth.

“Of course. However, I wish to visit with my aunt and cousin first. How about we leave tomorrow?” you murmur, and Hope nods, before kissing you again.