The Alpha ritual

You were impatiently waiting for Mom to return, while Myra tidied things up around the house, including my father’s corpse.

Slim, familiar arms wrapped around you from behind, and you wheeled in shock to see your brother of mind’s mate grinning at you. A dark elf, like Myra, she was magically mated to your brother, but goddamn was she gorgeous. Her flowing golden locks framed her beautiful face, sparkling gold eyes looking at you. She was bustier than your mother but less busty than Myra, but you’d consider her more beautiful than Myra.

She was awfully short for an elf, but taller than the average human woman, if that makes sense. She kissed your lips gently, and you grinned at her. The two of you had fallen into a somewhat romantic relationship on your eighteenth birthday, mostly because you couldn’t have a sexual relationship because of her magic mating to your brother of mind.

“Eria.” you groaned as she trailed her finger down your impressive length.

“Do you know that every time your pitiful brother fucks me, I dream of this?” Eria sighed. You laughed and lifted her up, her legs wrapping familiarly around your waist as she kissed you lovingly.

“Eria. Urag. Could you please refrain from so raucously expressing your feelings towards each other?” your brother of mind asked dryly. He was under no illusions that Eria gave a damn about him, fortunately.

Eria gave you one last kiss before hopping back down to the ground, sliding under your arm. Mom stood beside your brother, and she gave you a wink.

“So you killed Father?” your brother checked.

“I did. He attacked me, and I responded with ****.” you said firmly. Your brother nodded.

“I see. I was only curious if you would make excuses for yourself. A true Alpha Orc would rule without apology. It’s as much in your mind as in the magic.” your brother explained.

“Oh.” was all you said. He opened a heavy tome on the table and the four of you crowded around it. Mom and Eria leaned against you, while Eria unsubtly stroked your length.

“This is the spell to change you into an Alpha orc. It requires a few odd ingredients, to say the least. The firstborn daughter of an elvish king. The milk from a Minotaur mother. The egg of a dragon. The wife of a human warrior. The juices of a nymph.” your brother translated the ancient script.

“Damn.” Eria mumbled. You glanced at Mom.

“Any chance you’re the firstborn?” you asked hopefully.

“No, I’m not. I’m ninth.” she laughed musically, threading her fingers with yours.

“The ingredients aren’t easy, but the hardest thing might be the requirement for casting the spell. We’ll need a witch.” your brother sighed.

“Our uncle did all of this to become chief?” you gaped. Your brother laughed.

“No, no. He was given the position through bloodlines. His father was the chief. As the elder of the our father’s siblings, he was made chief. But to challenge him, you must be an Alpha.” your brother explained. Mom bumped her shoulder against yours.

“I could secure us access to the elven kingdom without a problem. Would the spell require the **** of my eldest sister?” Mom asked your brother.

“No. She must simply be present at the spell’s performance.” your brother translated.

“Ok. I’ll take my mate and we’ll ride for my father’s kingdom. It shouldn’t be a problem.” Mom smiled at you.

“What about me?” Myra asked, coming into the living room. You considered your new mate.

“You can come with me. Brother, can you find us a witch?” you asked curiously.

“Yes. Eria and I can secure one, no problem.” your brother assured you.

“Alright. Write the list of ingredients in Orc, and we’ll grab them all and return here for your witch to perform the spell.” you instructed. Your brother nodded. You clapped his shoulder.

“For your aid in this, brother, you will be made powerful in this village.” you assured him. He gave a grim smile.