Tiafell: The Enchanting Elf

Chapter 01: Tiafell of Elfandall

In a large, lush forest, a figure dashed through brush and leaped over fallen logs with graceful elegance, never losing balance. This person was an elf, a being that looked human but with long, pointed ears. The elf had a sleek, slender, feminine body with a flat chest.

The elf stopped running upon discovering tracks in the dirt, then squatted down to examine them. “There they are.” Taking a deep breath, the elf drew a bow and readied an arrow.

“You can do this, Tiafell. It’s time to leave boyhood behind and step into manhood.” Tiafell whispered to himself quietly, encouraging himself. His voice was as feminine as his appearance; soft with a refined, elegant accent.

Tiafell tied his long, dark brown hair into a ponytail, then slowly followed the tracks. His steps barely made a sound, expertly avoiding branches or anything that would crack under his boots and give away his position.

Finding a buck drinking from the river, Tiafell stealthily hid behind some bushes. The majestic creature was blissfully unaware of the elf’s presence, thanks to his silence and the green-and-brown clothing that allowed him to blend with his surroundings. Pulling the arrow back, Tiafell slowly rose to take his shot. The deer lifted its head to look, just as the arrow was released. It let out a painful yelp when the arrow struck its neck and fled for its life.

Tiafell ran after it, following the deer’s blood trail until he found it collapsed in tall grass, near death. He walked around and knelt, cradling its head in his arms.

“You have my sincerest apologies. I’ll make it quick.” Though Tiafell was among the best hunters in his village, he despised hunting and killing. However, meat was a necessity; elves could not survive on berries and fruit alone.

Unsheathing a dagger from his belt, Tiafell held it to the buck’s throat and slashed across. He gently patted its head as the animal weakly thrashed for a few seconds, until it passed away.

“Your sacrifice will not go to waste. Not only will you feed people and provide clothing, but you will also allow me to prove my worth. I will always remember you for this.”

Tiafell moved to the deer’s stomach to gut it. After finishing that unpleasant task, he took a deep breath and, with a grunt, hoisted the carcass over his shoulders. He began slowly walking back home, certain he had what he needed to prove his worth to the other elves.

~~~

Later, stopping only for short breaks, Tiafell finally arrived at Elfandall, the Village of Elves, surrounded by tall, thick logs that created a huge wall. It was located deep within the “Endless Forest”, named for its vast, expansive, and seemingly endless size.

As he entered, carrying the deer on his back, Tiafell could hear his fellow villagers whispering amongst themselves. All of them spoke with the same accent.

“I told you he was a monster! How else can you explain him being strong enough to carry a deer carcass on his shoulders like that?”

“I know, it takes two or three elves to carry one of those!”

“You know what he really is, right?”

“Shhh!! We’re not allowed to talk about that! The elders have forbidden it!”

“It pisses me off to know that buck’s head will be mounted on his wall and not mine!”

“I wish he would disappear; he’s a threat to us all!”

“He’s a freak; how else can you explain the way he looks? He’s supposedly ‘male’, yet he’s prettier than every woman here! They say his figure alone makes women jealous!”

“He doesn’t even act or sound like a man! There’s no way that sissy twink isn’t a woman!”

Tiafell peered at them while quietly passing by. “I wish one of you were brave enough to say why you hate me so much.”

Tiafell continued to walk past shops and homes, as well as gawking villagers, on his way to the Hall of Elders to present his bounty. Having heard of his return, the elders gathered in a meeting room to await his arrival, sitting at a wide table. Tiafell entered minutes later and placed the deer carcass onto a separate table.

“There, I’ve brought my assigned bounty...” He breathed heavily, bending over and placing his hands on his knees. “Please be sure that… none of it goes to waste. Don’t let this noble… creature’s sacrifice be for nothing...”

“Impressive,” one of the elders spoke up, “you returned after only having been given your assignment seven hours ago. Most elves take at least a day.”

“Truly a worthy accomplishment, indeed,” another commented, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “Rest assured that we will treat this beast with the honor and dignity it deserves.”

“You have earned yourself a job as one of our top hunters. We have high expectations of you.”

“Thank you. So, will I earn the respect of the other elves now?” Tiafell stood upright, having caught his breath. “Will this be enough to convince them that they have no reason to hate or fear me?”

Another elder, a woman, answered, saying, “Your effort is truly commendable; that cannot be argued. But I’m afraid the others made up their minds long ago. I am sorry, but there is little you can do to change their opinions.”

“Besides, you were born outside of the village. Outsiders can never be ‘one of us’.” A chubby elder stated matter-of-factly.

“Why?!” Tiafell shouted, “Why am I so despised, so feared?! Why won’t you or anyone tell me anything?!” He balled his fists and stiffened his arms. “I’ve only ever wanted to be helpful to this village, to be one of you. Is nothing I do enough? Are they jealous because of the way I look? Or is it because of my mother? Am I being punished for something she did?”

An elder angrily stood, tipping his chair over. “Your mother was a harlot who thought she was too good for life in Elfandall! She decided to leave and consort with a…” He stopped himself, earning scornful looks from his peers.

Tiafell stomped his foot, then approached the elders’ table. “Consort with a what? TELL ME!”

“That’s enough!” The female elder commanded. “You have completed your rite of passage. Be happy with that! As for your mother, she broke our most sacred rule— never, under any circumstances, leave the barrier that protects our forest! There are dangers in the outside world that we must protect ourselves from. Every elf who leaves endangers the rest of us!”

Tiafell scoffed. “We elves have lived as willing prisoners inside the barrier for nine hundred years, all because of some ancient war no one remembers. Not one of you has set foot beyond the forest, and yet, you claim to be experts on what’s out there? Don’t make me laugh!”

Another of the elders commanded, “That’s enough, Tiafell! Be grateful that we recognize your talent at all!”

Realizing he was getting nowhere with them, Tiafell turned to leave, but stopped after taking a few steps. “I think I understand why Mother left now, though I may never know why she brought me here…” With that, Tiafell stormed out of the room, leaving the angry elders to fume. Waiting outside for him were two younger elves, a male and a female, both with blonde hair.

“How did it go, Tiafell?” Asked the male with eager anticipation.

“What’s wrong?” The female noticed Tiafell’s aggravated expression.

“Come with me,” Tiafell responded cryptically.

The younger elves followed him to his hut. Tiafell slammed the door shut behind them. “Alto, Vasati, listen to me,” he began. “I can’t stay in this village anymore. Everyone except for you two hates me. They refuse to tell me why, though I believe it has something to do with the fact that I was born outside the forest. All I know is that my mother left, married someone out there, and died shortly after bringing me here as a baby. Everyone is forbidden from talking about it, as if doing so would bring danger to Elfandall. I want to know who, or what, I really am, but I’ll never find answers if I stay here!”

“Tiafell,” Vasati said, placing her hand on Tiafell’s back. “Alto and I have suspected you were different, somehow, but we never knew you came from outside the village.”

“How could we have known? The older elves refuse to talk about you, and most of the younger ones only hate you because their parents do.” Alto frowned, feeling deep sorrow for his friend. “When are you leaving?”

“I knew you two would understand.” Tiafell smiled a little. He took a long, deep breath, pausing a few moments before speaking again. “I’ll need time to prepare; a few months, maybe a year. I have come of age and passed my rite of passage, for what it was worth. But if I want a chance of surviving outside the Endless Forest, I must hone my hunting skills and learn how to fight. No one knows what’s out there, so I must be prepared to face anything. Would you two consider coming with me? I know it’s asking a lot, but still, I would love for you to join me.”

Vasati gave him a downcast smile. “I appreciate the offer, but Alto and I can’t leave our families behind.”

Alto nodded in confirmation.

“Right.” Tiafell expected as much, yet still felt a sting from their refusal. “In any case, keep this between the three of us, alright?”

Upon reaching an agreement with his only two friends, Tiafell spent the next several months preparing in secret while out on hunting assignments. He fought some of the larger, more dangerous beasts in the forest until he could defend himself against most of them. A year later, Tiafell finally felt confident that he could handle whatever awaited him in the outside world.

~~~

The day before he would leave Elfandall, Tiafell packed his things. He would need to travel lightly, bringing a sword, a bow, and some arrows. As the sun set and rain began to fall, he wanted to pay one last visit to Alto and Vasati, who had recently come of age. He sensed Vasati was in the village and decided he would visit her first.

Tiafell arrived at Vasati’s hut and knocked. She answered the door.

“Tiafell!!” Vasati chimed, excitedly throwing her arms around him. “How have you been?”

Tiafell hugged her back warmly. “I am well, Vasati, and you?” The two pulled away and went inside.

“I’ve never been better!” Vasati’s expression changed from excited to somber. “You’re leaving, aren’t you? I can sense it.”

Tiafell looked through the window, watching rain hit the glass. “That’s right, it’s time for me to find the answers I seek. It’s strange. I feel as though my destiny is out there somewhere. I don’t know how or why.”

“Maybe you’re going to save the world, like in those stories you read?” Vasati asked, playfully. “You were always such a bookworm.”

“I don’t know, I’m not sure that little old me could save the world.” Tiafell chuckled. “Oh, have you seen Alto? I wish to speak with him before I leave.”

“He’s out on his hunting assignment. I finished mine yesterday!” Vasati confidently puffed her chest out.

“I knew you could do it! Alto will pass his as well!” Tiafell praised her. Being a year older, he saw Alto and Vasati as the younger siblings he never had. Their achievements filled his heart with pride.

“Thank you! Would you like to help me eat some of my bounty? I have plenty!”

“Yes, I am hungry now that you mention it!”

“Great! I’ve already started cooking, so it shouldn’t be much longer!”

Tiafell helped Vasati finish preparing the meal and enjoyed it with her. It was a swine-like beast roasted over a fire with steamed vegetables.

Finishing his meal, Tiafell leaned back in his chair away from his plate, which had only bones left on it. He stretched his arms above his head. “That was delicious, Vasati! You have mastered the art of cooking!”

“Mhm, thank you!” Vasati gushed. “So, are you leaving right now?” Her ears lowered.

“No, I’m heading out in the morning. But I won’t leave the forest until I find Alto and say goodbye to him.”

“Then, would you mind staying with me tonight? I want to spend as much time with you as I can…” Vasati asked softly.

“No, not at all.”

Vasati fidgeted anxiously. “You and I have always done this with Alto, but will you lie with me…?”

“Yes, of course, I will.” Tiafell tenderly moved a strand of blonde hair away from Vasati’s face. “I could never say no to you or Alto.” He stared into her blue eyes.

Vasati led him to her bedroom by the hand. Once inside, she closed the door behind them, then immediately threw herself into Tiafell’s arms, embracing and kissing him passionately. He reciprocated with equal hunger as they disrobed each other. It wasn’t long before both were fully nude.

Tiafell had no hair on his lithe, feminine body with an hourglass figure, flat chest, and wide hips. The only male parts of his body were his large, growing penis and low-hanging testicles. Once fully erect, his veiny cock stood proudly with a thick, dark pink, bulbous head that extended beyond his belly button. His butt was peach-shaped with a deep crack.

Vasati had succulent breasts with hard, pink nipples; a tuft of golden pubic hair graced her mound. Her skin was porcelain, her butt smooth and round.

“You are more beautiful than ever, Vasati...” The veins in Tiafell’s cock pulsated.

“My beauty pales in comparison to yours, Tiafell.” Vasati panted, her hands roaming his smooth, sleek skin. She worked her way down, then grabbed Tiafell’s shaft with both hands, stroking it, lustfully gazing into his brown eyes. “I want us to taste each other.”

The two of them crawled into bed, then Vasati moved on top of Tiafell into the sixty-nine position. She licked his length, placing loving kisses along the way. In turn, Tiafell traced his tongue along her damp, opening womanhood. Vasati mewled and wrapped her lips around his swollen glans, sucking pre-cum from the tip before lowering her head and taking half his penis into her mouth. Tiafell responded with open-mouth kisses on her vaginal flaps and inserted his tongue.

Both elves moaned, pleasuring each other orally, their bodies bucking and rocking. They increased their efforts with each passing moment as heavy breathing and wet-suction sounds filled the room. When their orgasms approached, the two redoubled their efforts until they came at the same time.

Tiafell screamed into Vasati’s birth canal while shooting his hot seed into her mouth. Soaking his face with her own orgasm, Vasati tried to swallow as much of his cum as she could, but Tiafell always produced an extraordinary amount. It was too much for her, so she pulled his cock out of her mouth, her face receiving the remaining load.

“Fuck me,” Vasati huffed, eagerly rolling onto her back. Tiafell immediately positioned himself between her legs, hovering over her and teasing her opening with his tip. Tiafell lowered himself and slid his rod into Vasati’s slick entrance. Once fully inside, he threw his hips forward to fuck her.

As they kissed wildly, Tiafell licked cum off Vasati’s face until it was clean, enjoying the taste of his own semen. He moved his head down to suckle on her neck, then further down to give her aching nipples attention, licking and suckling on them.

“I hope you make a lot of new friends out there… and I hope you fuck them all like this!!” Vasati wailed, arching her back.

Tiafell rocked his hips harder, causing the bed to creak. Vasati wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding onto him possessively. Their moans turned to screams as the sex intensified with skin smacking loudly together.

“I’m going to cum!!” Tiafell urgently announced. He rammed into her even harder, and it wasn’t long until Vasati felt hot torrents shooting inside her. Her own climax hit in response to Tiafell’s seed breaching her cervix, which was protected by magic to prevent pregnancy.

Tiafell collapsed on top of her near the end of his orgasm, taking labored breaths. Tired but still horny, Tiafell looked deeply into Vasati’s eyes, who nodded in understanding.

Tiafell removed his wet cock from Vasati’s glazed pussy. The blonde female elf turned onto her side to lift her rear cheek and present her anus.

His penis still very much stiff, Tiafell put his tip against Vasati’s puckering asshole, which kissed the mushroom shape about to enter it. Tiafell pushed in, forcing her ring open. His cum served as lube to allow him to bury his meat all the way inside.

“YES, TIAFELL!!” Vasati yelled. The feeling of her muscles and rectum stretching to accommodate the invading girth was breathtaking. Once he was balls-deep inside, Tiafell pistoned in and out.

“Mmmm… Mmmmm… Aaaaaaah…” Vasati’s velvet asshole felt wonderful. Tiafell quickened his pace, hardened his thrusts, and speared his friend’s backside with all his might. He licked the back of Vasati’s ear, an erogenous zone for elves.

“Cum inside me again… cum inside me one last time…” Vasati begged. She vehemently moved her clit from side to side to increase her own pleasure.

It didn’t take long for Vasati to get what she wanted. His face turning red, Tiafell unleashed a final, explosive ejaculation into her. He lay on top of her, muffling his cries by pressing his mouth against her neck. Vasati masturbated until her last orgasm surged through her. The female elf’s rectum spasmed around Tiafell’s length, her body thrashing under him. The male elf lay motionless on his partner’s side, breathless and spent. Satisfied, Vasati gave him a long kiss on his cheek.

“I will miss doing this with you, and I know Alto will, too,” Vasati lamented.

“I will, too... but I’ll... come back... to see you both again...” Tiafell spoke between breaths before passing out.

“Please be careful and return to see us again someday…” Vasati uttered with tears streaming from her eyes. She worried that she might never see Tiafell again, but she couldn’t ask him to stay, not after everything he had been through.

Wanting to savor this last night with him, Vasati let Tiafell sleep on top of her. She ran her fingers through his long, brown hair until she drifted off.

At first, Tiafell had wonderful dreams that night. However, not all of them would be so incredible. A terrifying nightmare would soon follow.

Chapter 02: Finding Alto

Tiafell had pleasant dreams for most of the night. Visions of epic adventures, awe-inspiring landscapes, and “rendezvous” with manly knights, sultry princesses, and orgies with all kinds of people. However, his blissful dreams suddenly turned into a nightmare.

Tiafell awakened inside a dark void. Other than barely visible ground, there was nothing in every direction. He called out, hoping for a response, but heard nothing. “Vasati? Alto? Anyone? Someone, please answer me!!” The scared elf walked forward, continuing to call out, only to hear his own voice absorbed into the void.

“Where am I? Is this a dream?” Tiafell wrapped his arms around himself as he ventured deeper into the emptiness. After what felt like hours of aimless wandering, he sensed a presence behind him, sending chills down his spine. Turning to see who or what was with him, Tiafell’s eyes widened, and his blood ran cold.

Hovering before Tiafell was a ghostly black figure, floating three feet above the ground. Its body was only a torso, a head, long arms, large hands, and fingers with white, claw-like nails. Its long, white hair moved as if blown by the wind, though the air was still. The figure’s long face lacked a nose, mouth, and ears. It had glowing yellow irises with black slits for pupils, and no visible sclera. Black ribbons flowed from its back. Dark red, vein-like markings lined its body and arms. It was six feet tall from the top of its head to the bottom of its trunk, which lacked a waist and legs.

“E-Excuse me? Who are you, and where are we…?” Tiafell, almost too frightened to speak, squeaked out his question. The creature’s malice caused the air around them to become dense and heavy. Tiafell had never felt such a terrifying presence in his life. He wanted to run, but instinctively knew doing so would be futile.

“This place is nothing more than a figment of your imagination, Tiafell. But I am quite real. You will know everything when the time is right. For now, you need only concern yourself with leaving that damned village. Your ‘destiny’ awaits, after all.” It spoke in a deep, raspy, and creepy male voice with a slight echo.

“Could you please tell me who or what you are? And how do you know my name?”

Suddenly, a throbbing pain shot through Tiafell’s head, and fleeting images from a newborn’s perspective flashed through his mind. He saw the bars of a crib around him. Then, black fingers wrapped around four of the bars at once. The final image was of the same creature peering over the crib’s railing. He chuckled as he reached for the baby inside as a woman screamed.

Snapping back to “reality”, Tiafell held his aching head.

“Who I am is not important to you, yet. But I will tell you this…” The figure raised its hand, pointing its long finger at the frightened elf. “You have more in common with me than you do with those spineless cowards who hide behind their barrier.”

“How so? What do you mean by that?” The creature merely chuckled at Tiafell’s question. “Stop messing with me!! If you’re not going to answer my questions, then leave me alone, monster!!” He demanded, growing agitated.

The creature grabbed Tiafell by his throat and squeezed tightly, lifting him and bringing him in close. “Such a pretentious little elf, you need to be taught some manners!”

Tiafell felt his throat clamping shut, which triggered his fight-or-flight response. He retaliated by punching the creature’s chest hard enough to plow his fist through and out of its back. Unfazed, the monster yanked Tiafell away, landed a stiff punch on his face, and sent him crashing to the ground. The hole in its chest closed with squishing and crunching sounds.

“Pitiful,” the figure hovered toward Tiafell. “You have limitless potential, yet you have not begun to tap into it. Right now, you are pathetic at best!”

Tiafell jumped to his feet. His brown irises had turned blood-red. He gritted his teeth, which had grown sharp, and he growled like a monstrous feline. “I can give you more…” Tiafell’s voice deepened and became aggressive. “You will only have yourself to blame if I end up killing you!” Tiafell glared at his opponent with fierce, sharp eyes.

The figure slowly clapped its large hands. “Now, we’re talking! This is what you truly are, Tiafell! You’re a demon, just like I am!”

“I am nothing like you!!” Tiafell charged at the ghostly figure ruthlessly, punching with no regard to strategy, hoping to land a hit. But try as he might, his strikes were either evaded or blocked. That is, until the monster swiped at him. Tiafell leaped above its arm and landed a mid-air roundhouse kick to its jaw. The creature’s head spun around one hundred eighty degrees with a sickening pop. Just as its head snapped back into place, a follow-up double axe handle from Tiafell put the figure on its stomach.

On his way back down, Tiafell planted both knees between the demon’s shoulder blades, causing it to yell in pain. Keeping his momentum going, Tiafell hopped off and kicked his opponent across the head, rolling it onto its back. He then dove onto the figure, sitting on its chest, and delivered a flurry of vicious blows to its face, while snarling savagely.

Tiafell’s advantage ended suddenly when one of the monster’s arms stretched and whipped around like a rope, grabbing the back of the elf’s neck and lifting him off. Using its other fist, the demon struck Tiafell’s chest with a bone-crunching punch and tossed him aside. On the ground, the elf wrapped his arms around himself and drew his knees up. All his ribs had been shattered.

The demon rose from the ground, floating. “That was much better, but still far from challenging.” It hovered over Tiafell as its wounds regenerated. “Mortals are pathetic and fragile. They live such short lives that can be easily taken away, so they hide behind walls to preserve their worthless existence. However, once I claim your potential as my own, no barrier or sanctuary can stop me from snuffing out their lives. You, Tiafell, are going to turn me into a god, more powerful than all the others.”

Tiafell whimpered, having nothing left to fight back with. As he lay injured and helpless on the ground, something about the creature’s statement was familiar, as though he had heard those exact words spoken before.

“You had best toughen up if you wish to survive your little journey. The outside world makes your forest look like a child’s playground. There are humans out there tougher than you are, humans!! Of all mortals, humans are the most fragile and deserve to die more than all the others, even those Elven cowards!”

“This must be a dream… I was in Vasati’s bedroom, and then I was here…” Tiafell winced as sharp pain coursed through his torso.

“You believe this is a dream? If it is, then flattening your skull shouldn’t kill you!”

The creature laughed hysterically as he drew his fist back and brought it down onto Tiafell’s head.

~~~

Tiafell screamed and lashed out at the air in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw that he was back in Vasati’s bedroom, still in bed but alone. Sunlight filtered into the room through thin white curtains. The elf checked his head and ribs for injuries. He was unharmed, to his relief.

“It was a nightmare… Just a nightmare.” Tiafell let out a deep sigh, though he couldn’t stop shaking. That was the most terrifying and vivid dream he ever had. Everything felt real: the fear, the anger, and especially the pain.

Vasati had already left for classes in her chosen career path: teaching. Once his nerves settled, Tiafell shuffled out of bed and discovered his clothes folded neatly on a dresser. Among his belongings was a letter that he picked up and read.

“Tiafell,

I understand your desire to leave; this village is not

your home. I wish you could be talked into staying,

but I feel in my heart that you do indeed have a purpose

out there somewhere. Go and find it, but please be careful.

Many unknown dangers lie beyond the forest. I

am worried about you, but I must have faith in your

abilities. You were always special in a way no one can

explain or understand. This village is too small for

someone as extraordinary as you, Tiafell.

Anyway, I wanted to see you off personally, but

my heart couldn’t bear watching you leave.

Please find Alto and say goodbye to him, too. I

wish you the best. And who knows, maybe the two

of us will see you again someday. Until then,

stay safe and be well.

Sincerely,

Vasati”

Wiping tears from his eyes, Tiafell took a piece of paper from a nearby desk and wrote a small note.

“Thank you for everything. I wish you and Alto could

come with me, but I wouldn’t dare pull you both away

from your families or duties. Don’t worry, we will see

each other again! But for now, goodbye, my friend.

Take care of yourself and Alto!

Yours truly,

Tiafell”

Tiafell spoke as he wrote, leaving the paper on the desk when he finished.

Once dressed, Tiafell left Vasati’s hut and went back to his own. In his bedroom, he changed into the outfit he had prepared for the day: a sleeveless green tunic, a brown skirt, black tights, and boots that matched his skirt. He fitted a belt around his waist to hold the sheath of his blade, slung a quiver of arrows around his shoulder, and donned a green cloak with a hood around his neck. Lastly, the elf tied a satchel containing a small amount of gold to his belt. Picking up his bow, Tiafell had everything he needed to begin his journey.

Tiafell opened the front door and took one last look at his home, his only sanctuary in the hostile village, then stepped outside.

Across the village, elves speculated among themselves as to what Tiafell was up to.

“I wonder how he’s going to show off this time.”

“I hope something out there eats him!”

“Haha, we can only hope!”

Tiafell shook his head, muttering, “If I’m eaten by anything, it will be something outside the forest, and you would never know…” Walking beyond the gate, he gave Elfandall one final, bitter glance, then disappeared into the wilderness.

~~~

The forest housing Elfandall was so expansive that Tiafell would need to walk un