Gatekeeper

You stroke Laena’s hair as your sleeping mother rests her head in your lap and Amara is curled against your side, also asleep, and you and Elara are opposite each other and holding hands.

“Do you know how the orcs were made?” Elara asks.

“Nope.” you shake your head.

“An elf woman named Jaida. She was captured by five ogre brothers, and was bred with 27 children.” Elara grins.

“Wow. 27?” you ask, surprised.

“Yeah, elves have limitless fertility.” Elara enthuses. You study her.

“Are you trying to get me to knock you up?” you ask playfully. Elara just winks. The carriage jostles to a stop, and the driver opens the door, allowing Eris to be seen.

“My king, your daughter teleported onto the road and requests to join your party.” the driver announces. You nod, and Eris beams at you, sliding in beside Elara. The driver closes the door and the ride continues.

“Why are you here?” you ask.

“I felt like it.” Eris shrugs. Elara snorts. It’s hours before Laena and Amara stir, and you explain Eris’ presence, just as the carriage halts.

“My king, this is where your mother requested I drop you!” the driver calls. You allow the girls to exit the carriage before getting out, and nudging Laena, who kisses the driver full on the lips for a solid twenty seconds.

“Leave us. And be sure to tell your friends!” Laena purrs, and kisses the driver again, who’s a thinner orc, the equivalent of a nerd. The driver blushes and hops back onto the seat and drives off. Amara falls back to talk with her as Elara and Eris both take your hands. Soon, your walk down a dirt road leads you to a decimated stone troll husk.

Laena bows in front of him, and you and the others do the same.

“Avion, Great Keeper, we seek access.” she chants, and the troll husk shifts a little before a swirling portal opens in the trees ahead. Laena kisses Avion’s cheek as she walks past, and leads you and the others into the swirling vortex.

———

You emerge in a forestral city, where structures are built upon giant, heavyset oak trees. Gorgeous elven women walk around, and Elara squeezes your hand warningly. Laena smiles.

“It’s not far to the family home.” she promises, and leads you through the city, where Elara gets many hungry looks from elf males. She flushes a little at the attention, and moves so your arm hangs around her shoulders possessively. Laena leads you down a staircase wrapping around a tree to a huge treehouse mansion.

You gape as she knocks. The door’s opened by a stunning blond elf woman, who smiles at Laena.

“Mom!” Laena exclaims and hugs her. The woman hugs Laena back fiercely as your mother beckons you up.

“Mom, this is my son, Jakob.” Laena smiles and the woman kisses you on the lips.

“Thank you, for taking such good care of my daughter.” she replies saucily.

“Her name’s Harmony.” Laena says for the benefit of the group.

Harmony takes your hand and leads you inside the house, where two gorgeous girls are lounging on couches.

“My daughters.” Laena smiles, and both girls perk up.

HOPE, THE ELDEST

SABINE, THE YOUNGEST

“Mom!” they chorus, and tackle her with hugs.

“Sabine, Hope. This is your brother, Jakob.” Laena introduces. Hope kisses you full on the lips, and Sabine kisses your cheek. Your arms rest around Hope’s wide hips naturally as Laena introduces Eris, Elara, and Amara to Hope, Sabine, and Harmony.

“So... everyone’s down with ****?” you ask curiously as you and Laena sit on a loveseat together. Amara sits at your feet while Elara and Eris share another one.

“According to the ancient Elvish Law, incestuous relations are the most genetically beneficial. Not everyone agrees, but those who do have a lot more fun.” Harmony winks.

“So. You have a dark elf pet?” Sabine asks interestedly.

“Yep.” you grin. Amara leans her head back so it rests on your cock, and you reach around and squeeze her bountiful bust.

“Sleeping preference?” Harmony asks, stretching, which demonstrates her flexibility and voluptuous assets.

“Um, Eris.” you decide. Your daughter beams at you.

“And a rug for Amara, I suppose.” you add. Harmony nods.

“Care to help?” she winks, and you eagerly stand up. She leads you into a spacious bedroom with a king size bed and a wooden cot on the floor. She presses her curvy body against you and kisses you deeply.

“My daughter is a fragile being.” Harmony moans against your lips, “So thank you for protecting her.”. She holds your hands before placing them around her neck, and her soft hands slide down your covered torso and slip up your cotton shirt, and you gasp as her lengthy fingers slip into your pants and brush your cock tip, ever so slightly, but it drives you wild.