The beautiful elf, nearly 600 years old, awoke after another long nap. The former queen of elves had lived with her orcish lover since she abandoned her own kind twenty years ago. They may have been her people, but this orc’s green manhood had been unlike anything she had ever seen.

She’d become quite barbaric over the years, but never lost her motherly attitude when it came to her half-elf, half-orc offspring, of which she’d had many over the previous two decades. She spoke in orcish, a rough; guttural dialect most could never understand. Her furs attempted to cling to her busty frame, which was covered in filth and dirt.