Chapter 1

Coming of Age

Alorvek the half-breed had his ear to his parents’ bedroom door, as he often had many nights and mornings before. He was a voyeur who got pleasure from witnessing the pleasure of others, feeding off of the emotional energy of sex. The fact that his mother and sire did not care if anyone heard or saw them fucking only made the situation more erotic. But today of all days, Alorvek was tired of just listening in. Today he had reached the age of majority by calendar, and he was done with childish games. His lust could not be assuaged by masturbation while his parents got their satisfaction together. He wanted more; to possess and be possessed, to be part of a loop of carnal exchange until he was complete. The elome was born to a gnomish mother who married an elf, both species who are known for being libertines, but they beat the kinky trend of both kinds. It was time for him to get the same freedom.

The boy who was no longer a boy knew his parents never locked their door, as privacy was not their strong suit. But today he was angry; this day was supposed to be about him, and here his parents were having fun as adults while he lacked the same privilege. He was done waiting. Alorvek twisted the door handle and pushed it open and was hardly surprised by what he saw in the room. His curvy, diminutive mother was gyrating on his tall, slender father’s lap while he sat on the bed with his feet braced on the floor. The elome watched the spear of his sire being enveloped and bared repeatedly by the dank, tight grip of the pussy he had entered the world through those 30 years ago. – side note: since both elves and gnomes are longer-lived than humans, they also develop more slowly, and an elome would be considered fully grown at 30. – Alorvek decided it was time to return to his roots as a primal madness erupted within him.

The gnome and elf looked toward the doorway as their son entered, d but their eyes hardly showed surprise, and definitely no shame at being observed. They continued humping as the female exclaimed, “Oh good morning, dear, happy birthday!” The elf just nodded as he kept a tight grip on his wife’s large breasts and licked her ear.

Alorvek’s voice trembled with desire and rage as he declared: “Mom, Dad, I’ve played around far too long. I’m ready to be a man, and I have decided what I shall have for my birthday present this year. It’s not fair that you get to fuck and I have never had it. I want you, now.”

The pair’s eyes widened this time as they realized what their son had turned into. The boy no longer was passive, but assertive.

The male elf said, “Part of being a man is going after what you want, son. How could we deny you, after you have spent so long knowing what we have and waiting to finally experience it?”

The elome growled, “I wasn’t asking.”

With that, he strode forward quickly as a heron stabbing fish and lifted his mother off of her husband. He flung her on the bed and had one second to see his father’s rampant rod glistening with his wife’s cunt juice. Then without a pause he dove on that generative organ and swallowed it whole. The elf did not resist as his insane son sucked the cock that had planted the very seed he came from deep inside the womb of the gnome who watched now, panting with erotic bliss. Her son was fellating the large penis almost as well as she knew how and with no practice. Indeed, her husband grunted after just 30 seconds and exploded down the throat of his fully grown legacy. The elome gulped hungrily until there was no seed left and his sire’s prick wilted. But Alorvek was hardly satisfied.