Wedding Bells [Part 1]

You groan in pleasure as Kendra sits in your lap. Kiara had been hurried away by Elara to get ready for the wedding, and Laena joined them. So, you and Kendra were kissing in a seat in the room you shared with Laena.

“King Jakob.” an orc says, opening the door and staring at Kendra’s bouncy tits, which were in a sheer bra. You adjust to cover Kendra’s tits, and she gratefully pushes them against your chest.

“Yes?” you ask.

“I was told to inform you that Kiara’s older brother has Clara and wants possession of your mother, future wife, and future mother in law.” the orc says shakily. Kendra gasps and you grunt.

“Where?” you ask. You pick up Kendra’s discarded shirt, and give it to her, then you stand and grab a sword. Strapping it to your belt, you follow the orc to where a beast of an orc has Clara, naked and bleeding, chained to his ankle. Several orcs are watching your sister’s tits heave in anger. The orc who accompanied you draws a spear and you unsheathe your sword.

“I am Prince Valst! You will die if you fight.” the orc who has Clara growls.

“Well, let’s die.” you grin, and the orc beside you throws his spear like a javelin and gets Valst in the shoulder. You raise your sword, but Bathrok stalks out of a hall and punches Valst.

“These are our guests you idiot fucker!” Bathrok screams and punches Valst again. He reaches down and you notice he cops a feel on Clara’s sizable bust, before snapping the chain. Your sister is up and running, and jumps into your arms, sobbing. You know the crowd gathered can see her nice ass, and probably her pussy too, but you just cradle your sister in your arms.

“King Jakob. I am sorry for my son’s idiotic actions. Please know that you will have free choice from the Royal Harem to join your own.” Bathrok assures you, and you grin slightly. Clara’s shaking body in your arms is pretty preoccupying. You pull off your cloak and wrap it around her, and send her back to Kendra.

“Follow me.” Bathrok grins and you follow him to a sort of jail. But each cell has two gorgeous women in it.

“Where’s Rayne?” you ask after walking back and forth down the hall of cells.

“Not available. But if you want a dark elf, Amara’s the cream of the crop.” Bathrok laughs. He points at a cell with a shy, redhead girl and a busty, curvaceous dark elf.

“Damn.” you laugh.

“Hello, master.” Amara smiles up at Bathrok.

“No longer. This is King Jakob, your new master.” Bathrok sighs. Amara looks up at you with love and admiration in her sparkling eyes. She stands and you kiss her, feeling her ample bust smash against your chest.