Mom meets your mate

Not wanting your first time with your new mate to be in the forest, you hurried back to your village.

Look at that! Slightly under an hour and you’ve already found a mate. Your brother of mind was gone for TWO WEEKS looking for his mate, but he had come back with a dark elf, and he became the orc everyone was jealous of instead of the orc everyone taunted.

Now, the only person who taunted him was his unsatisfied mate, apparently.

“Hey!” a voice called. An arrow whizzed past your head and you whipped around to see a male human, sword drawn and stalking towards you. You gave him a fierce grin.

“Fancy yourself a hero?” you grunted. The human charged. You drew one of your swords, and met his blade, and with a flick of your wrist, his sword was flying out of his hand.

His eyes went wide.

“Mercy!” he begged. You chuckled. In a decisive move, you lifted the sword and smashed its’ hilt into his skull, not killing him, just knocking him **** for a while. You sheathed your sword again and kept walking towards your village, feeling confident.

———

When you reached the village, and orcs saw the light elf girl over your shoulder, applause broke out. A lot of the orcs’ mates were cheering you on, too. As a sexually strong orc, you were extremely alluring to women, and your kind was rare. You’d bedded most of the mates in this town. With your gifts, you’d never even had to go to the Farm, unlike most young orcs.

One of your particular favorite conquests, a buxom woodland elf with auburn hair, blew you a kiss as you walked past, much to the displeasure of the orc standing beside her.

“W-what’s going on?” the light elf over your shoulder stirred. You huffed and started moving faster, hurrying into your house and into your bedroom. Grabbing a coil of rope, you tied the elf girl’s hands to the bed. You grabbed another coil and tied her feet.

“What’s your name?” you demanded. She was finally lucid, and seemed frantic. The door opened before she could answer and Mom walked in, naked and shining with sweat.

“I thought I heard you! Oh! You got a light elf. She looks a little like me, actually.” Mom squinted.

“Well, you are one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever known.” you said truthfully. She giggled and touched your arm.

“This is why you’re my favorite son.” she joked and sat on your desk, obviously excited to watch you work.

“What’s your name?” you growled to the terrified light elf.

“Pyria! Pyria Carralei!” she blurted.

“Carralei? Oh, baby, you caught yourself the daughter of a nobleman.” Mom laughed.

“Nobleman?” you asked curiously.

“Oh, yes. The Carraleis are extremely influential elves in the nearest elf kingdom.” Mom explained.

“So... you best return me, or my father will bring the nine hells down on you!” Pyria threatened shakily.

“He could try.” you grunted.

“What’s your name?” Pyria asked you.

“Urag of the Chief-kin.” you grunted.

“And I’m Seria!” Mom wiggled her fingers in a hello.

“Princess Seria?” Pyria gasped.

“Yup! That’s me. Urag’s my son, actually.” Mom gave you a sweet smile.

“Oh! Oh... Your Highness, please save me!” Pyria pleaded your mother.

“Save you? From what?” Mom frowned.

“The orc!” Pyria yelled angrily.

“I’m not going to free you, whore. You’re my son’s mate, and frankly, I’m beginning to think you’re not worthy of him.” Mom folded her arms.

“What?!” Pyria exploded.

“She’s kind of a bitch.” you agreed with Mom. She touched your forearm.

“What about we drop this whore at the Farm and go find you a better mate?” Mom suggested. You chuckled.

“Sure.”