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A week had passed since the conversation between Sontar and his adoptive father. Alavara approached her son with a fateful request; she found him helping one of his sisters by casually carrying a wounded sheep to one of the village healers.

"I would have you journey with me on the marrow, Sontar. The rack of the stag will be a fine offering to the count. I need your help transporting it to the castle." Truthfully she could use her inventory spell and make the trip herself, however she wanted to spend some quality time with her son and only her son.

She didn't know why but she could tell that this trip will be important and life changing for both herself and her son.

"A horse might serve you better, mother." Sontar said as he held the bleating sheep securely despite its wriggling attempts at escape. He also knew that his mother was more than capable of transporting the offering on her own. Leading him to suspect she's using this as an excuse to spend time alone with him.

…He doesn't know if this is a good thing or bad but he's heavily leaning towards good. Though he's gotta make sure he keeps his desires under control.

"But a horse's company won't be as comforting as yours, my emerald jewel." Despite what anyone said, she truly thought he was as beautiful as any elf. "Also, your father needs the horse. Will you carry the rack for me? It's many miles." She smiled at her beloved son.

Sontar wanted to roll his eyes since neither of them would truly be carrying it since his mother taught him her inventory spell quite some time ago. But he kept his mouth shut."

"You do know I'm no longer little, so I can't be your little emerald anymore." Sontar pointed out playfully.

Alavara frowned a bit. "No matter how big or old you get, you'll always be my little emerald."

"If that's what you want, mother, then I don't mind it." Sontar nuzzled the sheep's head, calming it down. "Probably a dumb question to ask but will you be safe with me…if a stranger saw us on the road?

"Very much so, a cloak should be enough of a disguise for the road. If not you can use your magic to aid you in your disguise. Even though I know you're more than strong enough to protect yourself, it's better to keep a low profile to avoid unnecessary drama. Plus they know me well in the castle, they will expect you." Alavara smiled brightly like his concerns were all trivial, even though the dangers are quite real to an extent. Especially if either one of them lets their guard down in a potential hostile area.

"Very well, I'm always willing to help you mother." Sontar offered his own peculiar smile.

The first day of travel was a long, strenuous slog. Luckily neither mother or son had to physically carry anything except the clothes on their backs due to their personal inventory. Although Sontar during their journey accidentally scratched his shoulder on some type of strong tree bark. It was a mild cut that he barely noticed even with the dull pain.

Alavara kept a steady pace and peppered him with facts about the landscape. She's very aware that after the first hour, Sontar is exploring foreign territory. He had tread only close to home until then for obvious reasons.

As the sky flamed with colors of pinks and purples, the pair ventured off the road to set up camp. Together the mother and son duo pitched the tent, started a fire and prepared dinner. After dinner, they sat around the fire. Alavara gazed at the stare, very aware that her son is staring at her as if she was the most beautiful elf he's ever laid eyes on. She felt very flattered and chose to allow him to keep focusing his attention on her.

"You know, the stag constellation travels right above us, that is a good sign." Alavara spoke, resting her hand on her blade. She breathed in the night air. "Your father and I made this trip several times. Your sister, Zilyana, owes her existence to such a journey." Memories traveled through her mind like an incoming tide. Suddenly her nostrils flared when she picked up a familiar scent on the evening breeze. It was…orc blood. She looked towards her son with a concerned expression. "Are you injured, Sontar?"

Sontar shook his head. "Just a light scratch from bumping against one of the trees. I don't feel any pain from it." He shrugged.

"Hmm still, let me have a look." Alavara fetched her healing kit and moved over to him. "Well, take off your clothes. Let me see."

Hearing that one he desired the most, asking him to strip caused Sontar to feel his chest burn in desire for his mother. Honestly he's hoping this leads to something between them because he doesn't know how much longer he can keep himself in check.

"As you wish mother." Sontar easily removed his cloak and pulled his tunic over his head. Leaving him just his underwear.

"I haven't seen you so scantily clad in ages." Alavara became even more aware of what a large creature her son was. She was a little more than half his mass. "You've grown to have…so many muscles." The female elf suddenly found herself being aroused for her son for a brief moment. She cleared her throat before saying. "Now, let me see the wound." She bent low to examine his shoulder, enjoying how close she is to her son. She also realized that his eyes were on her dangling cleavage.

Sontar could not take his eyes off his mother, he desired her more than ever before. The fever inside of him fiercely blazed brightly, his cock fully awake from its slumber. Somehow his mother is not aware of his erection yet.

"I think some kingfoil and a bandage should do it." Alavara worked on his injury with skill. When she was done, her concentration diminished. The smell of Sontar's masculinity registered with her, making her feel a bit dizzy. Staring at his chest she felt herself growing wet in her private area. "There now, all better. How do you feel?"

"I feel that I cannot wait any longer." Sontar reached out and picked his mother up and placed her on his lap.

"Oh….Sontar…my jewel…what are you doing?" Alavara asked in a perplexed tone.

But then she felt the steel rod he had waiting for her, his penis was in proportion to the rest of him which meant it was huge. It strained at her dress and underwear, pressing against her legs. Alavara looked down and could see the green head of his cock up past his belly button. He was even larger than she imagined he would be.

"Wait…I'm your mother Sontar….just wait…wait let's talk about this." There are several tricks that elves possess in physical close combat. Despite their stature, elves are a formidable race. Especially someone like Alavara who is a very powerful elven mage. Between the mother and son Alavara is still significantly stronger than Sontar. She's the only elf in their village that can handle her son if he ever becomes a problem in the future. Though Alavara knew she would never have to do so, as his mother she could not imagine herself truly harming Sontar. Which is why her body stayed relaxed the entire time, not even considering any form of retaliation.

"That is the problem, mother. I can no longer wait for a wife." Sontar looked at her, revealing to her the pain he's suffering with his eyes. "I have urges that compel me beyond my cautious mind. I didn't mean to put you on my lap, but I cannot lie to you mother, my body can no longer wait. Right now it's reacting to your wonderful presence." He admitted truthfully, setting her back on the ground gently. "I am sorry, I didn't intend to grab you like that."

"Your father and I are working on a match for you Sontar, just be a little more patient for a little while longer." Alavara stood calmly, surprised that she was not shaking from pure shock. Deep down a small part of her knew why.

No matter how much she tried to ignore it, seeing her beloved son's giant cock made her aroused greatly.

"I must find a wife now and quell my urges." Sontar could feel the mood shifting between him and his mother, a sexual tension is building up. He admired her beauty, watching the crackling campfire accentuate her curves. His potent desire for his beautiful mother burning and increasing by the second. Before today, he always felt that someone as amazing as Alavara was beyond his grasp. It made him sometimes wonder why his father Ruyvin seemed to pay his other wives so much more attention compared to his mother. Sontar always said that if he was in father's position, he would never be able to get enough of Alavara. "I have traveled this down the road, I will have to continue on beyond the castle and find a wife in cities of man that lay beyond the seas of sand."

"They will not marry you." Alavara whispered.

"I must try." Sontar replied.

"They will murder you, my sweet son. Please do not do this foolish act." The female elf reached up to caress his forehead, trying to draw his pain away.

"What else can I do?" Frustrated laced in his voice, a red tear ran down his cheek. "I will go mad without a wife, mother. I know you may not want to hear this but it's the truth.

Alavara realized what she must do, she cannot stand to see her precious son in such pain. "A mother knows when her son has such longings." She wasted no time to reach under her dress and removed her underwear. "I had some suspicions but I did not know your desires were so strong. As we have said before, we don't know much about where you come from, Sontar." She leaned in and kissed the red tear off his cheek. "I cannot have my son destroy himself, you would destroy me also if that happened. So I have come to the conclusion that I can offer you a surrogate wife to fill in until your father and I find you a match in the village."

"What surrogate wife?" Sontar asked her in a hopeful tone. Deep down he hoped more than anything that she was referring to herself. He ignored the fact that he was exposing his huge cock to his mother still.

"There can only be one." Alavara was guided by love. She could no more forsake this orc than if she had borne him herself. He was hers to protect from the world however she could even when he became strong enough to truly protect himself from said world. "There is only one who can be trusted to keep it a secret. While also letting you move on to your real wife when we find her."

"Who is it that you speak of mother?" Sontar already knew the answer and his answer was confirmed when he watched as she pulled off her dress and stood completely naked in front of him. He grew excited knowing that his dream of making his mother his wife is coming true. In his opinion, Alavara is the most beautiful woman he's ever known.

"Why me of course." Alavara smiled seeing the strong desire and love that her son has for her reflecting in his eyes. She reached down, gently pulling off his undergarment from his waist. Then she climbed back onto his lap, resting her vagina on his hard penis. "I assume you desire me from the way you not only handled me moments ago but also you've been staring at me since we left the village?" She smirked lightly.

"More than anything mother." Sontar isn't one to lie to his mother.

"Ok then." Alavara kissed his cheek, running her finger down his bulging chest and past muscle after muscle on his abdomen. Her hand found his cock and she gently caressed the sensitive tip. "I will do this but you must promise me that my time as your temporary wife must remain a secret from everyone, even your sisters and father."

Sontar didn't mind one bit, he will do anything as long as he can claim his mother as his wife. "I promise, all I want is to have you as my wife." He's extremely enamored of her.

"Then allow me to take your virginity, my beloved son, as your mother and surrogate wife, I will show you the joys of sexual pleasure." She lifted herself up to give herself room to spear herself on his huge penis. Then used her hand to align him with her wet entrance. "It…goes…here….I will admit…I'm a bit worried…that…I won't…fit…I am an elf and you are an orc my son…and never before have the two races ever mated…until now…oooooooooohhhhhhh!"

The head of Sontar's cock pushed, stretched and made its way in her vagina. Alavara's scream echoed off the trees and rose up to the stars.

"It's better….than I ever could have dreamed." Sontar watched her gorgeous face twist in pain and ecstasy. "A little deeper…please mother." He placed his hands on top of her shoulders and pushed down so she could take all of him inside of her. "My…wife.."

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!" The female elf felt like her son would tear her clean in two. But her love for him carried her through the pain, inch by inch she let him press himself into her pussy. After about 10 minutes, she realized her butt was resting on his heavy balls. Somehow they succeeded in getting his penis all in. "Oh…gods…Sontar…what once was pain…is now…something else…I can feel myself…opening for you~." She trembled on him, not daring to move.

"Thank you…I'm very glad you're not in pain my wife…ugh… now give me…more." The orc's massive hands fell down to her delicate ass, her ass felt perfect in Sontar's hands. He pressed his fingers into her bare flesh.

Sontar pulled her up high so that she almost he almost slipped out of her. Then he slammed her down, they grunted together. He did it again, and again. Soon, Alavara was eagerly bouncing on his cock on her own violation, riding him like a champion. Her tits jumped in unison, mesmerizing Sontar. Her constant groans and whimpers were sweeter than any music. He had been right to want a wife. There is no moment in his life more precious to him than this current one happening.

For Alavara, she's never experienced such passionate and intense pleasure from her husband throughout their long marriage. She just couldn't get enough of the feeling of her son's cock rubbing against her vaginal walls. It's why she's going all out in riding her son as the king she believes he is.

"Oh Sontar…!…my jewel…ugh!…my emerald…you…you have me…you really…ugh…have me! Give me more, my love!" She cried out as her orgasm burst throughout her mind and body like a shooting star. She howled in pure ecstasy, in the distance she could hear wolves answering her howls with their own. In her son's arms, he brought out the beast within her that she never knew she had. Instead of an elf, right now she resembled a beast going through their mating season with their mate. She continued to ride him, whenever her legs felt tired she used her magic to reinforce her muscles. Her husband Ruyvin could not keep up with her when it came to sex. However it seems her son can not only keep up but also outpace her.

She cannot keep track of the number of orgasms she's experiencing, usually young male elves did not take long to reach their completion and she had assumed would be true an 18-20 year old of any species. But even though she's giving him her all, he still did not release. Her own climaxes had no trouble finding her on the other hand.

Eventually to give herself a brief break, she pulled her vagina off of his cock and leaned forward, she engaged her son in a loving kiss. Her beloved son had no idea how to kiss so she guided him with her lips, he quickly picked up on what to do. At first Alavara thought it might have been a bit awkward to share a romantic kiss with an orc. Yet instead of awkwardness, she found herself wanting more, so she slowly deepened the kiss by introducing her tongue to her son's mouth.

Sontar found himself eagerly enjoying kissing his mother, he massaged her butt cheeks with his massive hands.

When their kiss finally ended, Sontar's grunts at the loss of both her lips and her vagina sounded enraged. "It's okay Sontar, relax my love we are not done by a long shot. A wife's duty is to bring her husband to his end." Alavara spread out his cloak and lay on her back, she opened her legs wide and beckoned him desperately. He couldn't find his way in so she lined up his cock to her entrance once more.

They humped against each other without any worries, even when the fire went out they still had sex.

Sontar had broken a kiss he was sharing with his wife. "Ugh…mother…uuuugggghhhhh…it's happening…it's finally happening.." Sontar could feel his balls tightening, his roar from his pleasure filled release nearly shook the moon.

"Go…ahead…ahh…ahhh!…ugh!…and finish…I want to feel you…finish inside of me…my beloved." Alavara's ears rang, she wasn't scared of letting him cum inside of her or wherever he wanted. She's an elf and he's an orc, plus she can use her magic as protection against pregnancy if she chooses so. Although at this particular moment, she knew she would have no problems if her son truly wanted to breed her with his child if it's possible. Right now she's willing to do anything to satisfy her precious son, her elven husband not even registering in her mind. Another loud roar shook her to the core, followed by the heat and substance of his seed splashing violently inside her. Alavara herself couldn't help herself and climaxed again due to her son's release, her vaginal walls squeezed tightly against his cock to milk him for all of his hot seed.

Her toes curled while in euphoria, looking at her sweet son she can barely recognize him. Yet she felt no fear of him whatsoever. If anything, her love for him exceedingly skyrocketed to uncharted levels! She held on for dear life and at the same time felt so aroused that she could draw such a powerful reaction from Sontar. Her orgasm made it hard for her to recognize anything for awhile. When she recovered enough to become aware of her surroundings, she noted that the fire had been out for quite some time now. Because of her powerful magic power coursing through her frame, she only felt slightly sore from all of her orgasms and felt that she still had quite a bit of stamina left. Though it was vastly less compared to the amount she usually has after coupling Ruyvin.

Sontar didn't take long to start moving again, she could tell his penis didn't soften at all. Which excited her greatly, while she felt slightly sore she is still very able to keep going for hours more or however long he wanted her body. All Alavara wanted is to keep enjoying this precious moment with her sweet son, letting him have his way with her.

"Mother….mother..!…my wife…" The orc grunted out in extreme pleasure.

"Yes…my glittering emerald…do it again…do it again…you can fuck your wife as much as you desire…my emerald…aaaahhhh~!" Her legs clutched at his massive butt to not allow him any chance of escaping her needy folds.

She became elated when her precious son leaned down and took his soft lips into his own for a rough kiss, plowing her with his giant penis until dawn lightened the sky.