Tiafell - the Femboy Elf

Chapter 4: Bridgecross: The City of New Beginnings

After walking for nearly two days stopping only to sleep, Tiafell found a large tree with plenty of shade. He sat down to rest and removed his hood, he had pulled it over his head to shield himself from the harsh sunlight and heat. Having lived his entire life in a dense forest, this was more than he accounted for

He was determined to reach Bridgecross, but how? He did not know how far away he was or if he was still going in the right direction, the sign he saw before was the only one he had seen. To make matters worse, he drank the last of the water he got from a creek the day before. He leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes to take a nap, at least it was cool in the shade and there was a breeze.

A little later, he was awakened by an unfamiliar sound. It was a carriage being pulled by two horses steered by a middle-aged woman at the reigns. What a sight, Tiafell had only ever read about this before. There was no need for horse-drawn carriages in the forest, but out here, they were necessary for travel and trade. The woman saw him and stopped the carriage. He quickly pulled his hood back over his head.

"Good afternoon, stranger. You look quite tired, would you like a ride into town? Bridgecross is still a few miles away" she informed him.

"Oh yes, I was heading there actually. Thank you so much!" Tiafell answered as he stood up.

He looked at the woman as he walked toward the carriage. "So, this is a human" he thought to himself. She looked very similar to an elf, only with smaller and rounder ears, not long and pointed like his. He climbed into the carriage and sat next to her. She whipped the reigns, causing the horses to begin moving again.

"So, what is a pretty young lady like yourself doing way out here?" she asked. Tiafell was about to correct her and inform her that he was male but decided against it. He knew that this would be the first of many times this would happen. Correcting everyone would be tiresome.

"I just came out of the forest, I heard they had some unique berries there" he told her.

"I see. They say that elves live in that forest. Do you think it's true?"

"It's possible" Tiafell chuckled, not revealing the fact that he was an elf to her, keeping his hood over his head. "Do you have any water by chance?"

"Oh yes, dear, help yourself!" the woman reached back and handed him a canteen. "Can't have too much water out here."

"Thank you very much!" Tiafell eagerly thanked her before taking it and chugging the water inside.

"Oh my, did you run out?"

Tiafell stopped. "Yeah, I didn't bring enough with me."

"Like I said, you can't bring too much water out here. Be more careful next time!" she scolded him.

"Yes ma'am" he answered. He could sense the woman's concern in her mini lecture.

Eventually, the carriage crossed a large cobblestone bridge built over a river and entered the city, Tiafell was amazed beyond words, this city was something to see. Large buildings made of stone and wood all over the place, almost all of them were larger than most of the structures in Elfandall. The streets were made with stone and dirt packed tightly together and lined with what looked like lanterns mounted on top of large poles. The elves used large torches to illuminate the village at night, he wondered how this would compare. There were many bridges throughout the city, it wasn't called the "City of Bridges" for nothing. It seemed as though the river divided the city into two halves.

Crowds of humans of all ages filled the town, children playing with their parents having to reign them in, other adults having spirited conversations, elderly folks sitting on benches talking about "the good ol' days". The sound of their collective talking was overwhelming, elves spoke while walking around but humans were much louder and livelier. Tiafell's sensitive ears would need time to adjust, but this small discomfort was barely an inconvenience.

"Here we are, Bridgecross!" the woman announced as she stopped the carriage.

Tiafell climbed out of the carriage onto the ground. "Thank you very much for the lift!" he said as he bowed his head lightly. They waved at each other and then the woman went on her way. He was now on his own in this loud, busy town. He kept his hood up as he explored his new surroundings, not knowing how humans would react to seeing an elf.

His stomach growled; all he had eaten since leaving the forest was a few berries and some small game he hunted. He came across one of the town's many restaurants, the smell coming from inside was especially enticing. He wanted to save as much of his gold as he could, but he was starving, so he decided to enter.

After enjoying his first new meal, he left the restaurant sometime later, feeling full and content. The meat and vegetables he had were delicious, he looked forward to having that "beef" meat again. His hunger satisfied, he decided to do a bit of window shopping. He walked by several shops, looking at various trinkets that were for sale. Everything was so well made and new, he wanted to buy every item he saw but he lacked the gold to his dismay.

One shop caught his attention more than the others, it was called "FuQ Yourself". Curious, Tiafell went inside. His mind was blown, this store had all kinds of sex toys, many of which he could not understand how to use. He came across a shelf that had phallic shaped objects; these he knew exactly how to use. A glass object caught his eye among these. It was 8 inches long with a bulbous tip and a ribbed shaft. It also had a flat bottom and something made of a softer material beneath it. He picked it up and examined it, also looking at the price. He could afford it though it meant spending more of his already scarce gold, but he couldn't leave the establishment without this object. He brought it to the shop keep.

"Hello young lady, that is a nice choice! I have one just like it, it's so hard and smooth, it slides in and out easy!"

"Oh? Then I surely look forward to trying it out" Tiafell responded, blushing a bit. "If I may ask, what is this under it?" He asked, referring to the softer material.

"Oh that? If you press it down on a flat smooth surface, it sticks to it!" The shop keep demonstrates by pressing it down against the counter. The object was firmly secured to the surface.

"This makes makes it easier to ride it hands free!" she excitedly informed him. "And then you pull this small tab to remove it." She shows him by pulling said tab, the material releasing its grip on the counter.

"Oh I see!" Tiafell was amazed, not only by the genius of the design, but also by the naughty thoughts of having the object inside of him. He gave the shop keep the gold required. After placing the gold in a bag, she wrapped the glass object in thick layers of cloth and gave it back to him.

"Thank you, young lady, have a good night!' she said, winking at him. Tiafell waved at her with an awkward smile and left. The sun was setting and it was already quite dark. The lanterns emitted a small but very bright light from inside them, lighting up the town almost as if it was still midday. He marveled at the sight but realized he would need to find an inn for the night, which meant spending even more gold.

"At this rate, I'm going to spend all my gold before I leave this city!" he sighed. At least he would get to play with his new toy soon. He would have to go into another part of town, the district he was in was mostly shops, restaurants, and bars. Men were already shuffling out of the bars speaking loudly and incoherently, one was so drunk he couldn't stand on his own power.

While walking, he heard a commotion in an alley. His curiosity getting the better of him, he went in and peeked around the corner, his eyes widening at what he discovered. A cloaked woman, whose face was barely visible, had a blonde woman pinned against a wall. They were making out as their hands roamed each other's bodies. The cloaked woman moved her lips to the other woman's neck, causing the blonde to sigh deeply. He was unable to look away from the spectacle, not that he wanted to.

However, his jaw dropped as the cloaked woman pulled away, opened her mouth, and revealed her growing fangs, she was a vampire! She moved her mouth back to the blonde's neck to sink her fangs into her. Tiafell once read that vampires kill their victims by drinking their blood, and then their victims come back to life as vampires themselves. He had to stop her.

"Stop!! Don't hurt her!!!" Tiafell shouted as he ran toward them.

The vampire stopped and looked at him. The blonde snapped out of her haze and realized what kind of danger she was in.

"Help! It's a vampire!!" she screamed as she shoved her away and ran off. Tiafell was now alone in the alley with a very angry vampire.

She gritted her teeth angrily, then spoke with a Hispanic accent. "You're going to pay for ruining my meal! I'll take your blood instead!" she snarled, charging forward.

Tifaell drew his sword and swung it at her, but she effortlessly avoided it. Initially shocked, he composed himself and resumed his attempts to land a strike, only to fail every time. Despite his training, this vampire woman was making him look like an amateur. She was faster and far more agile than any elven opponent he faced back in Elfandall. He swung his sword again, only for her to deflect it and knock it out of his hands with a mere flick of her wrist. She countered with a kick to his stomach that sent him crashing into a wall. He slid down onto his butt, holding his stomach. His hood had fallen from his head during the brief scuffle.

"An elf? I have never tasted elven blood before. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all" she grinned as she stood over Tiafell, showing her fangs. He looked up at her, trembling in fear as he looked into her glowing red eyes. She overpowered him so easily; he knew that vampires could potentially be stronger than humans and elves, but he didn't expect to be bested so soundly. His life was in her hands, he knew that this couldn't end well for him. He cursed himself for getting killed before the end of his first week outside of the forest.

"She's over here!!!" the blonde woman's voice was heard along with the sound of several approaching footsteps. The vampire groaned and looked at Tiafell.

"You're lucky, for now. But our business is not finished. One way or another, I will have your blood!" she warned him and then hissed loudly. This made Tiafell close his eyes and shield his face, but he immediately felt her presence vanish. He opened his eyes to see that she was indeed gone. Several men carrying various weapons stormed the alley and surrounded him.

"An elf" one of the men inquired.

An older man with a pot belly approached Tiafell and offered his hand. "Don't worry lass, you're safe now." He took the elf's hand and helped him to his feet.

"I have not seen an elf for years! I'm sorry that your visit to our town turned out this way, but I must thank you for saving my daughter" he continued, placing his hand on the elf's shoulder.

"You're welcome, but all I did was interrupt. You were the ones who drove her off, she was about to bite me. I should be thanking all of you" Tiafell admitted as he retrieved his sword and sheathed it.

"Regardless, you saved my life! Thank you!" the blonde hugged him tightly in appreciation.

"Come lass, you must be exhausted. I own one of the finest inns in town, I will let you stay in a room free of charge tonight, it's the least I can do. We'll set up garlic and other repellents to keep the vampire from finding you. In the meantime, I'll have our bakers bake you the best sweets around" the blonde's father proposed. The elf nodded silently in agreement.

Despite the near-death experience and his nerves being shot, Tiafell was quite flattered by the humans he met that day. They treated him with more kindness than any of the elves ever had, aside from Alto and Vasati. He saved a woman's life and earned the respect of a few townsfolk, but he also made a powerful enemy. He could finally relax now, he thought.

After his nerve-wracking encounter, Tiafell was taken to the father's inn. Inside the lavish establishment, he was treated to samples of various sweets and candy while vampire deterrents were placed around the windows and door of the inn's finest room. His taste buds had never tasted such culinary delights. The cakes, candy, and everything else was indescribable. He hated to turn down more offerings, but his stomach had reached its limit.

The father came downstairs and walked to Tiafell's table. "I hope everything was to your liking lass. You must be exhausted, I am pleased to inform you that your room is ready. Please, go and have a relaxing night to yourself."

"Thank you, for everything" Tiafell said as he stood. He took the key from the owner and looked at it, "3-11" was carved into it. He ascended the stairs to the third floor and found the correct room, which wasn't hard to find due to the garlands of garlic hanging from the frame. He squeezed his nose shut as he unlocked and opened the door, entering and shutting the door behind him, locking it. Thankfully the inside of the room had no odor, he could not have stayed there otherwise.

The room was pleasant and more modern than anything in Elfandall. The main room was a bedroom that was illuminated by something that looked like a chandelier with what appeared to be glass bulbs with tiny flames burning inside them. He wondered if those lanterns in the streets had those bulbs too. There was a large bed against a wall. A table with two chairs was placed in front of a draped window. To the right of the table was a door with some kind of switch next to it. Tiafell placed his weapons and supplies in a corner and examined it. He flipped it and the room went dark, startling him. he quickly flipped it back and the lights on the ceiling came back on.

Deciding to leave the switch alone, he opened the other door, discovering a bathroom unlike any he had ever seen. The floors were lined with tiles, there was also a toilet, a bathtub, and a sink with a mirror. He had never seen anything like it before. The elves had a very primitive plumbing system that was centuries behind it. It was as if he traveled into the future when he left the forest. It made him wonder what else the elves were missing out on, sheltered within their barrier.

Eager to try out the tub, Tiafell experimented with the handles, deciding on hot water. Back in the village, elves had to use magic to heat their water, this was more convenient. He put the plug in the drain so that the tub would fill. As the tub filled with hot water, he examined the sink, trying different combinations of hot and cold water. Not having relieved himself since before he rode the carriage into town, he stood in front of the toilet and relieved himself. Once finished, he pressed the handle down and jumped slightly as the toilet flushed.

Seeing that the tub was nearly full, Tiafell went back into the bedroom to retrieve his toy. Luckily, the cloth wrapping protected it from being by his earlier encounter with the vampire. He then went back into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and set the object on the sink. He removed his clothing, folded them neatly, and placed them on a shelf, then went to the tub and turned the water off. He was getting excited, pleasuring himself in a tub like this was just what he needed after the evening he had, his penis began to grow in anticipation. Once he placed several towels down on the floor, he took the object with him and got into the tub, the hot water felt incredible on his skin. He washed his face first, then dunked his head underwater for a few seconds, his long brown hair floating. He came back up for air, pushing all his wet hair behind his shoulders and back.

His penis had grown to its full size, so he began to stroke it. His other hand roamed his chest, running across his hardening nipples. Looking down at the glass object in the water, he felt it was time to try it out. He lifted his waist a bit and stood the object up on its flat side, pressing it down so that the suction cup under it would take hold. Taking a few deep breaths, Tiafell lowered himself until he felt the tip tickle his anus. As he lowered himself further, the glass object penetrated him, causing him to moan loudly. He was able to handle the size, but the firmness was intense. The ribbed shaft added a unique sensation which caused his legs to quiver. It was harder than an actual penis, this was going to be an experience. He continued until he was sitting on the bottom of the tub, the object all the way inside him.

Tiafell bounced up and down, imagining that he was riding a tall, handsome, muscular man with a rock-hard cock. He resumed stroking his own at an accelerated pace. His breathing quickened with his movements, splashing water out of the tub. He lifted his waist a bit higher so the object could plow into him deeper when he came back down.

Wanting more, Tiafell got out of the tub, pulling the tab to free the object, using his hand to keep it inside him. He laid down on the towels on his back, then lifted his waist and legs up and forward so that his thighs could go under his arms. In this position, he easily began sucking his own cock, being flexible enough to get most of it into his mouth. As he sucked himself, he used one hand to drill the object in and out of his hole rapidly while using his other hand to squeeze his ass. Moments later, he moaned loudly as his cock unloaded a steady volley of semen into his mouth and down his throat. His waist thrusted upward with every burst. He knew how to swallow his own cum without choking, but this time was more challenging, perhaps due to the added sensation of the glass object.

Once he had swallowed every last drop, Tiafell pulled his mouth away from his penis and straightened his body along the towel, lying flat in his back. His anal walls pushed the object out of his hole with a pop. He laid there for several minutes to recover, then climbed back into the tub.

"Wow.. I wish I had this thing a long time ago.." he said to himself. The water was starting to cool, so he continued and finished his bath. After his bath was over, he drained the water and stepped out of the tub, carrying his toy to the sink to clean it. Once finished, he placed it on a cloth to dry, then turned to grab a towel.

However, when he turned to do so, he yelped as he saw the vampire he encountered in the alley standing in the bathroom with him.