An Unconventional Arrangement: When Mother Meets Orc

As the makeshift shelter of the human camp creaked and groaned in the strange world, my mind was heavy with concern. My mother, Sarah, was rapidly approaching her three-year unmarried deadline in this foreign land. At eighteen, I was determined to find a suitable husband for her, one who could provide and protect her.

Sarah, a stunning 37-year-old woman, playfully dismissed my worries. "Oh, don't be silly, dear. I can take care of myself," she'd say, her bright green eyes sparkling with amusement.

But I was resolute. And so, I embarked on a quest to find a husband for my mother. It wasn't long before I stumbled upon a rather unconventional candidate - the orc chief. He was a two-meter-tall, disgusting-looking creature with an enormous 30 cm cock that hung between his tree trunk legs.

Despite his grotesque appearance, I saw potential in him. His size and strength were unmatched, making him an ideal protector and provider. I couldn't help but think that he would be perfect for my mother.

I returned to the camp, bursting with excitement, and shared my discovery with Sarah. She listened with a smirk on her face, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "An orc, hmm? How delightfully...unusual," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I insisted that the orc chief was the most ideal husband for her, much to her amusement. Sarah, being the strong and controlling woman she was, decided to meet the orc chief and assess him for herself.

With a roll of her eyes, she agreed, "Fine, I'll meet your orc. But don't get your hopes up, dear."

As we set off to the orc chief's camp, Sarah teased me relentlessly about my decision. "An orc, really? What's next, a troll?" she said, her laughter echoing through the forest.

I defended my decision, stating that the orc chief's size and strength made him a good provider and protector. Sarah, still skeptical, playfully challenged the orc chief to prove his worth upon our arrival.

The orc chief, surprised but intrigued, accepted Sarah's challenge. He engaged in a playful sparring match with her, his enormous fists flying through the air. Sarah, impressed by his strength and agility, began to see his potential as a husband.

The orc chief, in turn, was drawn to Sarah's strength and confidence. He admired her tenacity and her ability to hold her own.

As I watched with excitement, my mother and the orc chief continued their playful interaction. It was clear that they had a connection, a spark that couldn't be denied.

Sarah, after assessing the orc chief, decided that he was indeed a suitable husband. To my relief and the orc chief's delight, she accepted his proposal.

And so, our strange little family grew, with an orc chief as our unconventional suitor. It was a decision that would change our lives forever, and one that I would never regret.