Coming of Age

Coming Home

The vampire knocked on the Gnomish house's door. He knew like all his kind he could not enter without invitation. But he was sure he would get in, one way or another. After a few moments the door creaked open and he was amused to see who was revealed inside. The Gnome female holding the knob was older, with gray hair and sagging breasts behind her blouse. Her face was lined with a few crow's feet but otherwise she retained her sensual femininity. She blinked through silver- rimmed glass spectacles, trying to identify the visitor. It had been 30 years for Alorvek, who was born in the very place he now sought to enter again. Yet he only looked to be 40, the prime of his life as an elf-gnome halfbreed. His mother was now 100, not venerable but mature, and so it took her a moment to recognize the tall male who was clad in a dark Cloak. His face was pale as the moon, his eyes glinting crimson like rubies.

"Hello, mother. I have returned."

She gasped out in surprise, "Alorvek, you are so much more of a man than when you left, but I still recognize your visage. What has happened to you all these years? Why have you come home?"

The elome immortal smiled and replied, "I can see from the affects on your body that you gave birth again since I saw you last. I want to meet my siblings, and ask after my sire. Where is he?"

The matronly gnome blinked tearful eyes as she answered her fully-actualized son, "He would have been here to welcome you but he was killed in a farming accident. That was 5 years ago, son, and I have raised the twins I bore 29 years ago by myself since then. Will you come in so I can introduce you to them?"

Alorvek's lips pulled into a wolfish snarl but because his face was in shadow, none saw the fangs he had there within his mouth. "Yes, mother, I shall. I have been waiting a long time."

She led her son to the living room of the home, and there were her almost-grown twins, sitting on a sofa, the lad reading a book and the maiden embroidering a table setting. The elder gnome spoke their names, "Chessar, Emmisa, I would like you to meet someone. You remember how I told you there was an older brother out in the world? He has come back."

The two rose eagerly to their feet and their faces were excited mirrors as they stared at the handsome mature male before them as their mother said, "This is Alorvek. Give him a good welcome."

Both boy and girl were instantly infatuated and they rushed forward to hug the taller male. He grinned and relished the feel of their lithe young bodies against his own hard flesh. They could not ignore the great bulge of his erection through their clothes. He had despoiled many youths over the last 30 years, but none tempted him like these, his own matured seedlings. But they could only sense the connection subconsciously, it had yet to be spoken aloud.

Alorvek said in his honey-dripping sensual voice, "You delight me, my siblings. But I want to get to know you better as a pair. Will our mother allow you to go walking through the field together so we may become acquainted?"

. The old woman nodded and smiled, "I will make dinner while you talk. Just promise to come back soon."

The twins chimed, "We shall, mother!"

. Alorvek hid his smile as he led them out of the door to the family grounds, as his depraved plan was unfolding perfectly. As they strolled placidly through the grass, the returned one recalled all of the fun he had secured for himself before leaving that place. He intended to make even more before departing again.

Chessar asked, "Why did you leave before we were born, Alorvek? We wish we had known you growing up."

Emmisa added, "We have felt so lonely since father died."

Alorvek answered with a smoky tone, "You need grieve no more. I wish to reveal to you what your mother likely kept hidden: that I claimed her fertile womb on the day of my majority. The truth is the man who raised you was my sire, not yours. I bred you, and I could not be more pleased with what you have grown into"

The twins' faces registered shock but then acceptance as it became clear that they looked much more like the male accompanying them than the elf who had passed away. The revelation also did nothing to reduce the attraction they felt to the charismatic elome. The lad and maiden turned and ceased walking as they addressed their sire/brother.

"Alorvek, we don't want to stay here anymore. We always loved mother, but I think she felt a void in her life since you left". "We have felt that same emptiness, and we never want to be without you again."

The trickster sneered, "I shall grant your wish. First, I will have you both and be your first and only love. Then you shall depart with me once I have claimed you."

The twins breathed in arousal, and their souls submitted instantly to the one who had made them. They watched as the male removed his cloak and laid it down on the grass. He pointed at his daughter and then the cloth as he continued undressing. She lay down and pulled open her blouse first, baring her pert young bosoms and then lifting her skirt up past her girdle. Without a word, the naked elome knelt and took one of her legs in each hand, spreading her thighs wide. He saw in her eyes the need to be taken, and was a born masochist. So he lowered his huge erection and without warning shoved the tip through her maidenhood.

With a hiss he buried his entire spear in her fresh young quim as she screamed, delighting him further. Alorvek thrust again and again, while his son came and knelt besides his sister as their father claimed her with his cock nudging her womb. The lad had extracted his cock from his trousers and his erection approached his sire's in length but not girth. The elome turned his head and carefully swallowed the boi's fresh penis without wounding it with sharp teeth. Then as his no-longer-virginal offspring screamed out her first orgasm, he pulled his member quickly from her rippling cunt. His erection still reared to its full height, and was stained with the maiden's blood as he stood and presented it to his son's face in turn. Without hesitation the boi inhaled his father's cock, gagging but not relenting until he had lodged the very organ that had begun his life in his throat. He was so grateful even with the taste of his sister's juices on the rod.

Alorvek groaned, "You both have pleased me immensely. Become accustomed to the taste of blood. It shall be your life from here onwards."

He gazed into his daughter's tear-stained but blissful face as she recovered from her climax, and he asked, "Do you wish to live forever, my pets?"

The vampire saw Emmisa nod eagerly and felt the boi wrapped around his erection hum his assent, which filled him with peak ecstasy. He lifted to boi up with his back to his chest and without consideration impaled his son's ass on his saliva-lubricated cock. Chessar yelled as his father's tip impacted his prostate, and since the blowjob he had given had brought him to the edge of climax, his cock fountained seed instantly. Having claimed both of their orgasms the Elome knew they were now and forever his possessions. He dropped the lad to the ground and then bit both of his wrists one after the other. His progeny and sex slaves saw his extended fangs penetrate and then from his blood vessels came a liquid like wine. They did not need to be told, the smell of it was enough: the twain darted close and fastened their mouths on their sire's self- inflicted wounds. They drank like they were starving, and the loneliness and longing they had felt for years was finally assuaged. They had their brother back, he was in them and had bonds stronger than blood.

Alorvek could sense his very essence as it flowed into his offspring, changing them. No longer would they age, hunger or thirst, but instead they would only need to feed daily from his reserved life force. That life was unnatural and had been for 25 years, but it was a gift that could be shared. They would not become undead like the vampire, but his children would be his constant companions, as long as his existence could continue. His power to take lives ensured that. When the twain pulled away, satiated, Alorvek grasped his cock in one hand and reached his own climax using his own blood as lubricant. But he spat no seed, only black ichor which jetted out to stain the faces of his owned pets. The rite was finished, but their journey had only just begun.