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"Halt!" The cry fell upon them from the castle's outer wall. Both Sontar and Alavara gazed with apprehension at the guard lining the barbican above the portcullis. They could see bows drawn and arrows notched.

"I am Alavara and this is my son, Sontar," she called in her clear, high voice. "The count expects us."

"Stay where you are," a voice replied. This was followed by an interminable length of silence. Finally, the portcullis rumbled to life, rising slowly. "You are late. We did not know if we should expect you today."

"Our apologies." Alavara took her son's hand. They marched through the gate, eventually arriving at their designated room.

"I thought we would have separate rooms." Sontar looked about the cramped quarters with an eyebrow raised. "This is smaller than my room back home."

Alavara blanched and glanced at the door. "Not so loud, Sontar. We wouldn't want to offend our host. Space is at a premium inside the castle. It is an honor to be given lodgings."

"If you are worried that someone might hear, I don't suppose we might continue ... from before." Sontar hinted.

"I sometimes forget that you have seen so little of the world." She patted his hand and began unpacking the few things they had brought with them. "I should have prepared you more when it came to these types of situations. We must act as if we are being watched at all times when we are in this room. Do you understand?"

"Crystal clear, mother." Sontar bowed to her. "What do you need from me?"

"Dress yourself in the outfit they have provided for you. I will do the same." Her smile was thin as she picked up the clothes they were to borrow and tossed him his outfit.

"We will present the rack at supper." She told him she would make sure to take it out of her inventory space prior to leaving their room.

"Yes, Mother." Sontar hardened as his mother undressed.

"Not in front of me ... please. At least not this time."

"Oh..." She could see the fervor she had caused under his clothes. "Turn around. I will do the same."

"Of course." Sontar tried to think of anything but his mother's naked form, but it was futile. It was fortunate that she had drained him so thoroughly at their camp, or he might not have been able to control his urges. As it was, he held his breath as he undressed. His skin was turning from green to a sickly shade of purple when his cock finally deflated. He gasped for air and then dressed. The orc mentally noted that he needed to work on his control over his urges in the future.

If his mother wondered at his behavior, she said nothing. When he was ready, he turned around to see her dressed in a beautiful gown. His own clothes tugged and pulled at him in the most awkward way. He tried to stand straight. "What do you think?"

Alavara put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. "I think they tried to find something that fit you, and they may have resorted to the finery of a trained bear." When she saw his deep frown, she added, "A bear with impeccable taste and decorum." She walked up to him and tried to fix the ill-fitting clothes, tugging and pulling the fabric this way and that. "It is a good thing you are so handsome. No one will notice the outfit."

"I'm afraid your appraisal of my looks will be lonely in this castle. They think of me as a hideous monster. I have seen it in their eyes." A sad smile tugged at his fearsome mouth as she continued to worry about his clothing with her hands. He's come to the conclusion that he's fine being seen that way by other as long as his mother is by his side.

"They may not see you as you think. But, in any case, you are my emerald jewel and don't you forget it. I will always love you." She grabbed his ear and pulled his head down toward hers. She kissed him on the lips. "Come take a quick walk with me, and then we'll have supper." She led him to the door and they left their small quarters for the meandering corridors of the castle. Deciding to take out the rack after their walk.

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"So many people, and they all seem to be watching me," Sontar whispered to his mother while bending his head down to her level. She merely nodded and smiled at him.

The massive orc was apt to stick out in the dining hall. Seated all around him were diminutive elves, an overwhelming sea of new faces. Serving the elves were many men and women.

"You are quite unusual, my friend." The elf seated next to him jabbed an elbow into his side, spilling some of his blackberry wine. "I am Rhildor from across the river. I own three orchards."

"Greetings, Rhildor. I am Sontar. I own no orchards." Sontar introduced himself.

"Well, of course I know that." Rhildor's laugh was rolling and jolly. "The mind does excite one at the novel, bizarre, and exceptional. How tall did you say you were?"

Rhildor's wife stared up at Sontar from the next seat beyond her husband.

She looked like she'd just met a wolf in the forest.

"I didn't say."Sontar tried to smile. "I'm not sure if I've ever measured myself to be honest.

"You ... are ... big ..." Rhildor's wife stood and reached her hand over her husband. "I am Gelderel. It is a pleasure to meet a tamed orc." She blushed when Sontar took her hand.

"I am not tamed, my lady." Sontar dropped his lips to her hand.

Gelderel heaved a great sigh and almost fainted when he kissed her ring. "Oh ... my ..." She leaned heavily back in her chair, waving her hand before her face like the midday heat had overtaken her.

"As I said, it excites the mind." Rhildor smiled and gulped his wine.

The rest of supper was filled with small talk about apple thieves and harvest. When it was time, Alavara and Sontar presented the rack to the count, a priest recited a blessing for their village, and the count himself announced the opening of the dance.

Much to his surprise, Gelderel asked Sontar to dance. He looked to his mother, who gave him a quick shake of her head. But the she-elf pulled him toward the dance floor with such force that he thought it would take violence to dissuade her. Violence was not an option.

It is not easy for an elf and orc to dance, but Sontar had practiced plenty with his sisters. He hunched himself low and moved to the rhythm of the drums. He bumped into a few elves, but managed not to bowl anyone over. Gelderel wore a massive grin until the song ended. She frowned when it was time to change partners. Another elf took her turn with Sontar. And then another and another. He had thought that the she-elves of the castle abhorred him. But that didn't seem to be the case at all. They were all so beautiful in their gowns and wore such joy on their faces. When their tiny hands disappeared beneath his fingers, Sontar's heart melted.

He will admit that he enjoyed the positive affection from the she-elves. All of the dancing did cause his penis to become halfway erect, which he desperately tried to avoid being discovered. In the end, he still felt that his mother was far more attractive than any other she-elf in the castle.

Sontar became sweaty and buzzing when his mother cut in. Instead of dancing, she took him by the hand and led him out of the dining hall. Back in the stone corridors, the heavy thump of the drums faded behind them. Sontar could hear the rapid percussion of his own heart. Thinking back to everyone of his actions since the start of supper. He hoped that he did not mess up without even knowing. "What is it, Mother? Did I do something wrong?"

She stopped and turned toward him, checking to make sure they were alone. "I'm sure you didn't mean it, but I was afraid there would be a scene."

"Is my dancing that poor?" He wondered, his mother and sister always praised his dancing ability for his size.

"You dance beautifully, Sontar. You always have." She pointed at the pavilion, rigid penis made of his breeches. "That is the problem. And the ladies noticed. I mean, how could they not? It was right in their faces."

"Oh…yeah…I tried desperately to not let it get this way. I tried my best to hide it." Sontar truly did, he didn't even realize he was fully erect until his mother pointed it out." "I'm sorry. They were all so gorgeous, and new, and at home the fairer sex barely pays me any mind. I let myself get too distracted by their looks. I'm actually glad that you didn't try to dance with me, if you did then I would've been exactly like this much sooner."

"Yes, that is exactly why I didn't approach you until now. I'm glad that you have more control over yourself with these she-elves compared to you do with me. Here at the castle, they adore novelty. And most have never seen a live orc." She tapped her foot. "Can you make it go down?" She checked the corridors, but all was still clear. Everyone was in the dining hall.

"Unless I hold my breath again like I did earlier in our room, then I'm afraid not. I'm sorry mother, though I can try to see if it will work again." Sontar answered.

Before he could even try to hold his breath, his mother lightly tapped him on his chest. "Stop that, you'll murder yourself. Never do that again my jewel."

Sontar nodded. "Sorry, it worked before like I said." He was still hard, for the moment it was impossible to rid his mind from the thoughts of the beautiful elves who smiled at him. He still felt their hands in his, it didn't help that those elves made him think back to the time he and his mother spent in the forest.

"Don't say any more about it. I know a place your father and I once ... um ... it's a secret place where prying eyes and ears won't look for us." She led him away at a brisk pace. They weaved their way through the castle. They only saw one servant along their way, and the woman did not make eye contact with them.

Both were slightly huffing and puffing when Alavara suddenly grabbed a torch from the wall and ducked under a tapestry. "Come along, my jewel. We need to get you taken care of," she called from under the fabric.

Sontar scratched his head in wonderment, bent low, and followed her. There was a door behind the tapestry.

Once they were inside, she closed it and locked it. She walked around the walls lighting torches.

"If there are torches on the walls, this place must be looked after. I do not think it is a secret." Sontar watched his mother with an eyebrow raised.

"You are clever." Alavara hung up the torch she carried and began undoing the laces on her gown. "There are many such places in the castle. None of them a true secret. But we are far enough away from where people would expect to find us, to where I feel comfortable being your wife here. Then again, I'm always comfortable being your wife when we're alone. Undress, please. We cannot have you walking around with that pavilion before you."

"How did you find this place?" Sontar wiggled out of his clothes.

"Your father found it a long time ago." She looked around the room wistfully, undressing herself. "The things we did here."

"Are they the same things we will do?" Naked now, Sontar folded his clothes and placed them neatly to the side. He wanted to replace those memories she shared with his father with their own.

Alavara giggled. She was naked, too. "With you, things are quite different." She turned around and placed her hands on the wall, pushing out her butt. "You are more than ready, and I am extremely wet as well, more wet than I have ever been with your father. No need for preliminaries. I can't help but constantly think of our passionate time in the forest, my husband. I want you inside me greatly. Take your wife quickly, and we'll get back to the dance." She nearly begged.

"Inside?" He moved slowly into position behind her, he loved the way his mother told him how she desired him.

"There is no river here to wash us afterward. You can't make a mess of my face like you did before." She wiggled her butt, the elf wanted to invoke her son's beastly side of his lust. She can feel his gaze on her. "Do you need help getting it in?"

"I can manage." Sontar had to squat low behind her to get his cock in the right position. He stared at her glistening vagina. He looked to his cock, and then back to her nether lips. It was a miracle she had been so ready to take someone of his size inside of her on their travels. It was a miracle she wanted him as much as he wanted her. "Ready yourself." He saw the muscles in her back tense. He pushed forward and entered her with a soft, wet plop.

Alavara gritted her teeth and clawed at the wall. A whistling hiss escaped her lips. Her emerald jewel accelerated his hips. He had already changed her. It wasn't as tight a fit as before. She rejoiced internally as her body quickly adapted to his monstrous penis. "Yes... yes ... I am your wife…when all those other pretty elves ... excite you ... uh ... uh ... uh ... you come to me ... for relief." Stars danced before her eyes. She could almost see the Stag constellation. She shook and cried out her pleasure. "I will ... always be here ... for you. I am your wife…ugh…you are my beloved husband…and…my sweet son…ahhhhh!!!…my love…no other elf or woman…will be able…to take care…of…you the way I can…..aaaaahhhhhh….ughhhh…oohhh godddsss…!!!…Yes…my son…yes…give all of…your love to me!" Alavara felt herself constantly gushing her fluids onto her beautiful son's cock. She loved the way his pelvis slammed against her ass.

"Yes... Mother ... aaaaaaagggrrrrrrrrrr." His low growl joined her cries and the sounds of slapping skin. "I no longer need a wife ... I have ... you." He kept pounding her pussy in this position for quite some time until his legs began to burn due to the position he's in. While he could keep going like this for longer. But since he felt and heard his mother have an orgasm from his thrusts, he decided to switch it up. So he pulled his penis out of her nether folds, much to his mother's confusion. Then forced her to her around by grabbing her hips. Now that she was facing him, he quickly picked her up, this time by grabbing her from under her bare thighs. Once she was lifted in the air like a ragdoll, he moved his arms so that his forearms were holding her from under her knees with his hands full of her magnificent butt cheeks.

Sontar wasted no time in sliding his cock all the way back inside of his mother, causing a moan to escape their lips.

"Plow me, my jewel, your wife feels so good being like this. Give me your love and desire, my love." Alavara begged, she wrapped her hands around his neck, her feet dangling.

Sontar instantly began thrusting his penis at his mother's words. Her moans were extremely pleasant to his ears.

He was pumping her with her feet off the ground.

Alavara leaned forward and kissed her son deeply on his lips. Her tongue fervently invaded his mouth, she could feel him trying to put up a fight against her using his own tongue.

They continued to go at it in this position as if they were breeding together for a child. Sontar made Alavara cum many times from his pumping cock. She moaned his name with such love in her tone.

It was no surprise that he came explosively inside of her.

However private that room was, he wondered that the rest of the castle didn't hear her screams.

Now he had her in a different position, he was still holding her up in the air only this time his wife was facing a wall. His left hand is attending to one of her tits. Sontar can feel his mother's release leaking all over his balls and thighs. Her last two orgasms she squirted and creamed all over her son's shaft.

There were no more words between them, only ecstasy shared. When his fourth orgasm arrived, his hold on her tit tightened as he roared loudly like a beast as if he had conquered his mother as his true mate. Which in essence he has. His roars sounded very much to Alavara's ears like an orc battle cry. But unlike where one would turn her blood to ice, this roar fanned the flames of her heart and made her shudder in heavy arousal for her son. She loved hearing the way he roared, it told her how powerful the climaxes she brings him to truly are. It made her feel like a proud wife that she can make her husband feel such a level of pleasure. Her elven husband never made her feel this way. She thinks part of the reason is because Sontar's desire for her is enhanced by his orc instincts.

Meaning his love for her is making him become addicted to him. Either way it works out for the both of them as far as she can tell.

"I... ugh ... feel it ... Sontar ... the heat ... inside ... I feel it." Alavara drifted through the clouds, finding herself obsessed with the feeling of her son's hot semen completely painting her insides. After a while, she felt him pull out of her and place her on her feet. She turned toward him. He was still hard. "Will it ... never ... go down?"

She leaned forward and bent down slightly before taking his penis into her mouth. The loving wife swallowed and sucked up the remains of her sweet son's addictive cum. Sontar couldn't contain his moans as his mother this time deepthroated his entire cock every time she bobbed her head on his shaft.

Alavara was so hot, wet and horny for Sontar like never before, she briefly pulled her mouth off his cock then lowered herself to use her mouth to suck on his giant balls. Her hands were pumping him furiously.

The orc quickly arrived at his fifth release due to the immense pleasure of his beautiful mother sucking on his sensitive scrotum. Luckily she felt his balls twitching, signaling his impending release, that allowed her to quickly move her head to take his penis back into her awaiting throat. She watched him as he roared once more and unleashed his cum down her throat.

This time around, Alavara was able to swallow all of her son's hot liquids with only a little leaking down one side of her mouth. She sucked him lovingly until his climax ended.

"Mother…I can't stop…I can't get enough of you…more." Sontar said to his mother as he watched her pull her mouth off his shaft.

After wiping her lips with her hand, she stood up and leapt back into his arms. Then told him to sit on the floor. Soon, she was bouncing away on her emerald jewel's long pole again. Riding him like a god and singing his praises like a devoted follower. She rode him through many more of her orgasms and his own. Alavara felt that she had suddenly attained much more energy as her sexual drive was at an all time high. She did not even feel close to being tired, nor did she feel the need to use her magic to enhance her stamina and vitality. It amazed both mother and son that Sontar stayed fully erect no matter how many times he released his seed. It didn't matter however as Alavara kept bouncing on her massive cock.

At this point, neither of them cared about the dance or supper. They were only focused on each other and bringing each other to their peaks. Their lips engaged in a heated kiss as both mother and son experienced another orgasm together. The rest of the castle could have their merriment. This was the only dance she would ever want.

She is a cheating wife who has fallen in love with her precious adult son. Yet it doesn't matter since she and her son conquered each other and became true mates.