Royal Visit

The next day, you wake up to your mother in a lacy dress, cradled in your arms, looking like a goddess of beauty. Her lips were curved into a smile, and her flowing blond hair was spread out across your chest.

A heavy knock on the door startles you.

“King Jakob! The Orc King wishes to confer!” a gravelly voice informs you.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” you reply and quickly pull on some basic fabrics and leave the room, following the orc guard to Bathrok’s throne room. The gorgeous queen, Elara sits in an animal skin bikini at the foot of his throne. Kiara sits in an identical bikini on the other side. All the orc guards’ eyes are trained on the gorgeous orc women, and Bathrok laughs heartily. You sit in a chair that the orc guard escorts you to.

“Presenting Princess Kendra, the heir to the fallen Vexa kingdom.” an orc guard announces, and a tall, gorgeous woman strides briskly inside.

She’s skimpily dressed, and she has a sword on her hip.

“Great King Bathok. Vexa has fallen to an army of knights, led by an orc. Laro.” Kendra says, her voice husky and deeply alluring.

“Laro! Oh, that bastard traitor.” Bathrok exclaims, and slams his fist onto his armrest.

“Wise King, my kingdom needs resources and soldiers. My sisters and I have been hunting for a mighty king who might yet save us.” Kendra bows. Bathrok snorts.

“You shall not find a mercy here, wench. Now, in coming here, you have been rendered forfeit of protection. Your fate lies with King Jakob.” Bathrok grins, and turns to you. From his feet, Elara looks at you imploringly.

“The Vexa kingdom will be supported by Thornshire. And you are safe from harm whilst you remain here.” you vow. Bathrok growls while the incredibly gorgeous orc queen smiles brilliantly at you. Kendra looks overwhelmed by gratitude.

“Write up a scroll of what you will need, and I will send it back to my kingdom to save yours.” you offer. Kendra smiles and starts writing a scroll against her sword’s sheath.

“King of Thorns! Your choices have pulled you into a war of blood and bone. Pray that you do not meet Vexa’s fate.” Bathrok snarls. He growls at his guards, who are all watching Elara’s bountiful cleavage, and stalks out of the room.

Kendra throws herself at you and kisses you.

“Watch it, Princess.” Kiara snarls, coming up beside you. Kendra flushes.

“I...” she says nervously.

“I am his betrothed. Kiss my King again, and you will find your head no longer on your shoulders.” Kiara growls, and leans against you. Kendra hurriedly hands you her scroll and runs off. You laugh and kiss Kiara. The feisty orc princess gasps into your kiss, and over her shoulder, you see Elara, beaming.

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“Laena of Thorns.” an orc speaks, kneeling to kiss your mother’s hand. Kiara laughs as you and her walk around the corner, and she finds Laena on her bed, naked, while orcs surround her. They’re not touching her, and Laena looks pleased with the attention.

“Orc Guard! This is my betrothed’s mother! I’d appreciate it if you kept your perversions to yourselves.” Kiara growls playfully before bending to kiss your mother full on the lips. Your mother squeaks. You gasp in amazement as soon, your naked mother and future wife are eagerly kissing. Soft hands encircle your stomach, and a hefty bust settles against your back.

“Miss me, brother o mine?” a voice purrs. You turn to see Clara, your elder sister.

“Of course.” you laugh, and Clara kisses your cheek.