Adventures in Altera (Orc, Elf, MILF, Shota, Quasi-incest)

His thrusts were beyond amateurish, the uneven pace and strokes being driven on by pure instinct more than anything else. But his enthusiasm was intoxicating.

Most of Malafuin's lovers were finished after a round or two but not him, not Agriel, not her adopted son.

He had already pumped enough of his young seed in to her that it was now over flowing from her flower to stain the mattress below them. And yet he still continued on.

She wasn't sure what had come over him, what had caused him to climb in to her bed and wake her up with his hugs and the grind of his crotch against her, she could see that he had a need as strong as her own but it never occurred to her to take action on it.

If by luck, fate, or chance that his grinding had led the head of his cock to line up just enough to sink in to her but that's all that was needed and now, for hours, he had been vigorously rutting in to her like a wild animal.

His wild abandon and youthful exuberance had brought her to climax a few times already. So many questions that should be asked, discussions thought to give her adopted son, but all fell off to the void of night as the two stared at one another in the dark room filled only with the sound of grunts and moans and the slap of sweat slicked skin.

At some point they had stopped and got some sleep, Malafuin couldn't remember who gave in to exhaustion first but it didn't matter. When the light of day crept in to their window and the sound of one of the workers at the inn knocking at the doors to wake up all the patrons for breakfast all that seemed to matter then was getting something to eat and get ready for the long day ahead.

Golden blonde locks fell over skin tanned to a slight caramel complexion from decades under the blazing sun.

Climbing from the bed Malafuin began to stretch and work the kinks from her muscles as she made her way to her travel gear, her long pointed ears twitching at the, to her, loud booms of a fist pounding on a wooden door down the hall.

Her gear, a mix of travel and combat gear, lay heaped on the chair she had set them on before retiring that night. Even when she didn't have a lover to entertain her during the night she enjoyed the feel of the air upon her bare skin.

Pulling on the shorts she wore, working the clasps and buttons on the inner thigh and crotch, before the knock on the door echoed through the room.

“Madam Elf?” A voice called from the other side. “Breakfast will be ready in a moment, if you want to stay another night you'll need to talk to the keeper and pay in advance.”

“Thank you.” She called to the Human on the other side of the door.

Before she set about getting dressed once more her gaze drifted over to the bed and the other occupant on it.

Walking back to the bed she sat down on it and began to rub at his back. “Agriel.” She whispered in to his ear.

The sunlight kissed his emerald skin and shone in his pitch black hair. Malafuin continued to rub at his back to try and rouse him from slumber.

He was much smaller than her, coming up only to about her hip, but she knew one day he would be as tall as she was as he got older.

Eyes opened only slightly to show those yellow irises trying to focus in the unwelcome light of day. “Mama?” The boy yawned and rolled on to his back to stare up at her.

The small tusks that poked out from behind his lips always gave Malafuin the impression he was pouting, something she always thought looked cute on him.

“It's time to wake up, my dear.” She whispered to him, her hand now resting on his chest to rub at it. “We've a long day ahead of us.”

Agriel nodded and got up from the bed and began to repeat the stretches that Malafuin had done before him, a habit he had learned from her, before setting about trying to find his clothes.

Unlike the well folded and set aside clothing of his adopted mother Agriel had some in to the room and furiously removed his clothes, casting them asi

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