Convoy of Orcs

The coronation went fine, a boring ceremony where Fallon talked too long about your father, but you ignored him, and tended to focus on Angel and Mom, both of whom were in the front row. Angel had noticeably grown warmer to you since Father’s ****, a fact which you liked, despite how flat her body is, though according to Mom, elves don’t hit their growth spurt until they’re 20 years of age.

Half-elves were a little trickier, but Mom was confident that Angel would grow some assets over the next few years. You had reached out to Clara’s sworn guardian, a knight appointed by your father, only to find out the Knight was on his deathbed and Clara was lost in the land of orcs.

“King Elba!” a loud voice booms, washing over the courtyard where you sat, Mom leaning against you.

“He’s dead!” you yell, standing.

“I am King Jakob.” you say confidently, in the presence of a beastly 6’8 monster with fangs about 6 inches long.

“Elba truly has passed?” the Orc King asks, relieved.

“Yes.” Mom says, standing.

“Ah! Laena of the Quiet Wood.” the orc laughs.

“You do not know me.” Mom says, lacing her fingers with yours.

“True. But I know your father’s blood tasted sweet.” the Orc King guffawed.

“Calm, Bathrok. The mission of mercy.” a orc woman with flaming red hair and bouncy F cup tits and a massive ass says, sidling her horse up alongside the Orc King’s.

“Fine. King Jakob. We have found your daughter...” the Orc King reads off a paper, but snorts angrily, “...Your sister wandering through the orc lands.”.

“She is our prisoner now.” the Orc King jeers.

“Hush, Bathrok. This is a different king. We should preserve the girl, until we can prove how his king will act, to test his loyalty to his people, human, elf, orc, or any other.” the gorgeous orc woman tuts.

“Fine. King Jakob! I will ask you to hand over your mother for the cause!” the Orc King shouts, and the gorgeous orc woman facepalms.

“No, you idiot! Why don’t we forge an alliance with him? He rules a strong kingdom.” the orc woman prods.

“Fine. King Jakob, I offer you my eldest daughter’s hand in marriage.” the King growls.

“I’d like to meet her first.” you answer truthfully, and the woman looks pointedly at the King.

“Hush, Elara.” he mutters and turns around.

“King Jakob! I would ask you to join us for the wedding at the ancestral Unity Shrine.” the King beckons. You raise an eyebrow.

“What, Father?” a girl orc says, striding into view, tailed by a messenger you hadn’t seen the King send.

“Meet King Jakob. If you will have him, you and he will join in marriage.” the King says levelly. The orc girl studies you intensely.

“Good for breeding.” the orc woman, Elara, comments. The orc girl blushes.

“I accept the union of souls.” she says, and the orcs turn to you.

“I accept as well.” you say nervously.

“Let us discuss in private.” the King says, and dismounts his horse and leads you away from the cluster of orcs, the majority of which were checking out your mother.

“Jakob. The ceremony of wedded union is a natural ceremony. Meaning everybody is nude. That is ok, yes?” he asks.

“Why don’t we have two weddings? One that follows orc traditions and one that follows human traditions, so that both parties feel fulfilled.” you suggest.

“Of course. And you will have to have the Sex Kiss with Elara.” the King says nonchalantly.

“Sex Kiss. A intimate celebration between the groom and the bride’s mother, and the bride and the groom’s father. Oh, but your father is dead. I suppose your mother can substitute in.” the King muses.

“And do we have to be nude?” you ask.

“All beings who step foot in the Unity Shrine must be nude. It’s orc law.” the King apologizes.