Journeying to the castle

The horse’s feet clopped on the path as it trotted along. Most horses weren’t strong enough to bear an orc passenger, but the village had special horses which were strong enough to bear an orc. Also on the horse was your mother and Myra. Mom was seated behind you, her full, round breasts squashed against your back, one of her arms wrapped around your waist, the other resting on your cock.

Myra sat in front of you, your arms around her waist, and your cock was pushed against her back. You occasionally felt your mother’s lips press against the back of your shoulder in a gentle kiss.

“I love you two.” you grunted.

“I love you, too.” Mom whispered. Myra said nothing. You didn’t particularly mind. She’d been cooperative, and you could hardly demand love from a woman who I’d enslaved. So long as she continued to be obedient, you had no problems with her.

The horse pulled to an abrupt stop. You frowned, and looked around warily, as your mother’s arms around you tightened in fear.

The reason for the horse’s fear emerged from the woods.

“Fuck!” you grunted as the foe growled. It was a beastkin, who had the characteristics of a bear. You also noticed that they had their eyes locked onto your elf companions. Beastkin had a primal drive to breed. From the looks of it, this beastkin was young, probably the equivalent of eighteen human years.

“Give... elves... or die.” the beastkin growled in the slow, stupid speech usual for male beastkins. Though you had never encountered a female one, stories around the village told that they were cunning beyond measure, second only to dragons.

“No.” you snarled, but Mom grabbed your hand when you reached for your sword.

“Baby, he’s only a boy. Would you truly kill him?” she asked me softly.

“He wants to **** and breed you and Myra!” you exclaimed loudly.

“Then threaten him.” Mom hissed. You sighed.

“Do you know what I am?” you roared at the beastkin. The beastkin gave a slow nod.

“Orc.” he growled.

“Yes. And I could kill you easily. My mother here says I should not go around killing young beastkin. You are fortunate that I listen to her. Now, go, and you shall live. Attempt to take my mother or my mate, and I will kill you. What is your choice?” you asked. The beastkin hesitated, his eyes flicking towards Myra’s enormous breasts.

“Leave.” he decided, and ran off into the forest. You turned to face Mom, and she kissed you softly.

“Thank you.” she smiled. You nodded gruffly.

“Look!” Myra exclaimed suddenly, and you looked up where her finger was pointing to see the turrets of a castle in the distance. You felt Mom’s arms squeeze around you.

“My home...” she said wistfully.