Not food

“How’bout some pussy instead?” you answer, crouching behind your mother and grabbing hold of her flimsy skirt. She’s jumps a bit, not expecting your hands on her, but grins when she looks at you. While it isn’t exactly rare, acts of **** are uncommon enough that it still holds a level of taboo within the Horde. Some races are more sensitive about it than others, though none are outright against it. It was still within the Way of the Horde.

“Ohh… my boi isa nasty one!” your mother teases you, her voice singsong, excitement raised. “Wants his first use to be his own mama! I thought fo sure you’ll be runnin to ya teacher already.”

“No muda,” you assure her, lifting the woven skirt like you’re unwrapping a present. “All I eva wanted was ta breed you…” The gift of your mother’s big blue ass starts to make you drool even more than what’s on the grill.

“My baby boi a sweet talka too,” she laughs, then gasps as you grab her cheeks and spread her open. Your tusks had grown in a way that almost made them like stirrups, or like a rack for some thick thighs allowing you to hold a big old butt in front of your face and keep your hands free. The sight of that tight little knot just above your mother’s lavender coloured pussy lips gets your spear even harder. And the smell is too sweet to resist and you bury your sharp nose right into her musky crack, breathing deep. Your mother shivers from the contact, trying to keep balanced with her legs spread wide.

Your long, flat tongue tastes her warm flesh and your pointed ears twitch to the sound of your mother moaning.

“Baby boi is licking me slit...ooooohhhhhhhhh... “

And you’re instantly enamored by the flavour of her. First it's just the skin, the salty sweetness, that sweat that makes your mouth water. You can’t believe how soft it is, like licking a sweet ripe peach. Then those lips of hers, pretty purple petals that you can’t help but slobber and suck on until she starts to leak. She fills your mouth the sweetest juice you’ve ever savoured. You gasp for breath as little as possible, wanting to keep your mouth and your tongue on your mother’s cunt like you would suckle at her teets as a baby. She cries out as you worm your way into her, lapping that nectar straight from the source. You can taste the heat of her which drives you to drive your tongue deeper while you almost try to cover her entire swollen mound with your mouth.

Her twitching sphincter rubs against your nostrils and the scent is so heady, you’re completely submerged in her motherly aura and you just wish to drink it all in, to drown in it. You only stop when an urgent hand pushes against your shoulder and your mother unseats herself from your tusks. She sprawls onto the ground in front of you, her breathing laboured, and you’re not quite your if you made her cum. Judging by your dripping chin and the soaked sand beneath your mother she definitely enjoyed herself.

The troll woman makes it more obvious as she rolls onto her back. She’s looking up at you between her parted knees, tiny fangs bared in a knowing smile.