Tiafell - the Femboy Elf

Author's Note: All characters participating in sexual activities are over the age of 18.

I want to thank everyone that has liked and commented on the story, publicly and privately. Writing this makes me feel like I have found my calling, it's all thanks to you!

This chapter marks the end of the first half of Tiafell's story. Comments and feedback are welcome, enjoy!

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Chapter 24: Endings, Beginnings, and Everything Between

Twenty six years ago, Samora and Erafell were fully nude and in the throes of passion under the dogwood tree near Marlon's tower, their legs interlocked as they ground their drenched vaginas together. Erafell laid on her back and rubbed her small breasts, thumbing her nipples. Samora's huge breasts swayed with every motion. Their breathing was hard and frenzied, the climax was fast approaching.

They sat up, wanting to hold each other when their orgasms hit. Screaming, their pussies released the pressure that was building up inside them, their lips and thighs. Panting heavily, the elf collapsed onto Samora, who gently laid down with her. The two women's hands roamed the other's body as they cooled down.

"So, you're really leaving? You can't stay here with me and learn more of Father's magic?" Samora asked.

Erafell shook her head. "I'm afraid not. I feel something out there is calling me, though I cannot say what it is."

"I really wish you would stay; I love you."

"I love you too, Mora."

"No, you don't understand." Samora looked into her eyes. "I LOVE you! Not merely as a friend. I want us to be lovers, and one day marry!"

"Oh Mora, I would be happy to have you as a wife. But I can't, it doesn't feel right. I will always be your dearest friend, but you and I are meant to be with other people. It feels like fate somehow."

"I don't care what fate says!!" Samora was becoming angry. "I want you! Don't you feel the same way about ME??"

Erafell sat up. "Mora, please! The last thing I want to do is break your heart! If I didn't feel this strongly about my decision, I would happily marry you right now! I swear it!"

"Tch..." Samora grabbed her clothes. "Do whatever you want, I don't care." She rushed to dress herself and stormed off.

"Mora! Mora!! Please, come back!!!" Erafell's pleas were ignored.

"My own memories for a change." Samora commented, dreaming again. "I was so angry with you at the time, I refused to see you off when you left the tower, Father said it broke your heart. At the time, it felt like I was getting back at you. I deeply regret that, if only I had known our next meeting would be our last."

Years later, Samora was holding a fatally injured Erafell in the Town Square of Elfandall. But this time, she was witnessing the events through her father's eyes. They had been trying to convince the Elders to keep the baby Tiafell to no avail.

"Father's memories?" The witch was perplexed.

"For the last time, take this cursed woman and her demon child out of our village! Do not make us repeat ourselves!!" The Elven Chief demanded. Past Samora gently laid Erafell down to argue with him and the other Elders. Erafell called Marlon to her side, he was holding the baby Tiafell in his arms.

"Marlon? I need you to do something for me." She asked weakly. "Find my husband Cardexx, he has our daughter, Trista. I need you to bring her here as well. I cannot bear the thought of Dred getting either of my children..."

"I promise, my dear." Marlon squeezed her hand.

"Thank you." Erafell rubbed her newborn's tiny head. "Tiafell, I'm so sorry Mommy and Daddy cannot be with you. But you'll have Trista with you soon. Have the best life you can, I love you with all my heart, my dear baby boy..."

"Trista never made it to Elfandall, and Tiafell was forced to grow up without a loving family, it still makes me sick to the day." Samora lamented. "I was so busy arguing with the Elven Elders that I did not hear her request. Because of that, I didn't know Trista existed at the time. I understand why Father kept things from me. The longevity spell not only halted my aging, but my emotional maturity. I was in my late seventies at the time and still acted like a child. That cursed magic truly does more harm than good."

Erafell asked for Samora to return to her side.

"I'm here!" The past witch tearfully answered, holding her again. Marlon went to speak to the elders. The dream shifted to the Past Samora's point of view.

"I'm sorry I broke your heart, Mora, I cannot possibly make it up to you. Please, promise me that you will find someone else, don't spend the rest of your life mourning for me."

"I promise." Past Samora replied.

"I only said that to appease you, I mourned you until well after my own children were born." The Present-Day Samora admitted.

"Thank you. I want... to be buried under that dogwood tree near the tower. It's my favorite spot, so peaceful and quiet." Erafell coughed up blood.

"Erafell????"

"Goodbye, Mora... I love you... be... happy..."

Erafell's body went limp in Samora's arms. Her head tilted to the side, looking at nothing. She shook her deceased friend to no avail, then loudly wept.

"This was as painful as losing Father was." Samora recollected. "But you were right. If you and I had married, our children would never have been born, and the world would have been robbed of its only chance to be rid of Dred. Thank you for following your heart, you made the right decision. I could not be prouder to have been your friend and to have fallen in love with you. However, it's time for me to let you go and fulfill my promise to you and Father to be happy. Before that, Dred must be stopped. He took the two of you away from me, he also took you away from Trista, Tiafell, and Cardexx. He must be stopped before he takes anyone else, and I will do whatever I must to ensure your son sends that bastard into the void of nonexistence!!"

Samora opened her eyes, then rose and stretched. Nude, she stood and donned a lacey black dress, finishing her morning grooming ritual by combing her long blonde hair. After visiting the graves and making breakfast, she paid a visit to Trista's room. The female elf hybrid was still asleep when she entered but roused at the sound of the opening door.

"Samora?" Trista groggily rubbed her eyes, turning to face her visitor. "You're earlier than usual." A strap of her gown had fallen off her shoulder, and her black hair was a mess. She rose and stretched, yawning.

"My apologies, sleepyhead. I thought you may want to enjoy breakfast with me in the dining room this morning. Because..." Samora placed her hands on Trista's shoulders. "... not a trace of Dred's essence remains in your body! You are now free to leave this room and go wherever you want! Congratulations!!!" She excitedly declared. The weight of those words took a moment to sink in. The elf was hit by a flood of emotions, throwing herself into Samora's arms and crying loudly. The witch held her tenderly, letting her cry while stroking her hair. Once she was finished, Trista pulled away.

"Before we get to that, I have something to give you! Come with me!" Samora led Trista to her bedroom. There was a green sleeveless dress hanging on the wall. "I made outfits for everyone before they left and made one for you as well. Put it on and then join me downstairs." She left to give her some privacy. Trista strolled around the room, taking in Samora's scent. She stopped at the dress, feeling the fabric.

"The dress is gorgeous, and it feels wonderful. But I was hoping the 'surprise' would be something more physical."

Having put on her new outfit, Trista made her way downstairs, taking her time and enjoying her new freedom and surroundings. Though unaware of where the dining room was, it was easy to find by following Samora's presence. Inside, the witch was sitting at the head of the table with a plate, glass, and silverware. A second meal was prepared next to her.

"Ah! You look stunning in that dress! Elves are often associated with the color green, so I made something to highlight those features on you!"

The elf pulled the chair back and joined her. "Thank you. I do look good in it, and the fabric feels great against my skin."

"Comfort is the main thing, not that style isn't important. We have to look as good as we feel, right?" The women shared a laugh, then enjoyed their meal together while chatting about clothes and fashion.

"I want to show you something." Trista said after finishing. She held her palm out and began an incantation.

"What are you...?" Samora's eyes widened. "That's not possible!!" A glowing orb of white holy energy formed above her palm, giving off a gentle light. "How??? You're half demon! You shouldn't be able to use holy magic!!"

"I once thought so too, until I met that cranky old lady in Adrui." Trista explained. "Shortly after our arrival, we settled in a small village near the Southern coast. There was an old woman who lived alone in the outskirts of town who the villagers thought was crazy. She was quite eccentric to be honest. We ran into her during one of her rare visits, she took one look at me and figured out that I am half demon. It turned out she was too, a human/demon hybrid to be precise. At her forceful suggestion, I received lessons from her on how to balance my two energies for three days every week, including my own practice at home. She claimed she didn't have a name, so I simply referred to her as 'Teacher' through the years. It wasn't easy, it took my entire childhood and most of my teenage years to achieve it, but I finally learned how to perfectly balance my demonic and elven energies. Through this balance, I also discovered that it's possible for me to use holy magic. Sadly, 'Teacher' died before she could see the fruits of my labor, but I think she believed in me enough to pass on without needing to."

"Remarkable." Samora was intrigued. "Father was certain that anyone with demonic blood would never be able to use holy magic. I suppose even one with centuries of knowledge can be wrong sometimes. It was a blessing, or perhaps fate, that you crossed paths with this 'Teacher'."

The white orb disappeared. "When we returned to Gashua, Dred attacked us. I fought and killed him, but I was not able to save my godparents. I had no idea he could get himself out of Hell, so by the time I realized he had come back, it was too late. Dred caught me off-guard while I was grieving and forced his energy into my mind and soul. You know what came as a result."

"That damned monster, he escaped from Hell after you killed him, then returned to finish what he started. Death is only an inconvenience for him."

"Last year, while still under his control, I opened a hole for him to crawl out of. He was only gone twenty minutes or so when you killed him in Gatharham, if even that long. I feel so disgusted."

"Hey." Samora put her hand on Trista's. "Dred would have escaped on his own in a few hours regardless. You are free from his influence now, the fact that you can use even a little bit of holy magic proves it!"

"Right, and I am grateful to you for that." Trista wiped her eyes with her other hand. "That being said, I'm out of practice. Being under Dred's control made it impossible for me to balance my energies. Will you train with me so I can get back to where I was and go beyond?"

"Of course I will!" Samora smiled. "I need more training myself. I have Father's knowledge and magic, but I'm nowhere near powerful enough to use a lot of it. Come to think of it, you may be the sort of training partner I need. So yes, I happily accept!"

"Thank you!" Trista was elated. She rubbed her shoulder.

"Your muscles must be stiff from spending eleven days cooped up in that room. That's why I've planned another surprise for you!"

"You mean the dress wasn't it?"

"That was only a part of it. Let's go back to my bedroom, I'm going to give you a massage and work the stiffness out of your muscles." The women left the dining room to go upstairs into the witch's room.

"Get undressed, you can hang the outfit back on the hook."

Trista did as she was asked, nervously stripping. As much as she wanted to be intimate with her, being nude in front of Samora made her feel bashful. She removed her outfit and hung it, turning to reveal her nude form. Her face and ears burned a deep crimson.

"My, your body is gorgeous!" Samora complimented her. "Go ahead and lie down, honey."

Trista climbed onto the bed, lying on her stomach. "Like this?" She folded her arms and rested her chin on them.

"Yes, perfect." Seeing Trista nude was difficult for her to resist, not that she wanted to. She climbed onto the bed and started with her shoulders, kneading them firmly. "How does that feel?"

"Better..." She moaned slightly. "You're good with your hands."

"I've been told that." The witch winked, though her patient couldn't see it. Samora's hands moved downward to the shoulder blades. She expertly massaged the muscles in Trista's back, slowly going down to her waist, and finally her butt. The relief was much needed, but feeling of the witch touching her skin was arousing her. Sounds of approval and desire escaped her lips. Trista's moaning and breathing was the last straw for Samora.

"Say, would you mind if I removed my dress? What I'm about to do will be easier if I'm naked."

"No, I wouldn't mind at all..." She looked back to watch Samora slide her dress off. The witch's very large breasts, figure, and thick black bush rendered her speechless.

"How about it, sweetie? I can make this much more than a simple massage." Her voice was low and sultry. Trista nodded breathlessly.

"Please Samora, I want this more than you could possibly know..."

Getting confirmation, Samora squatted behind her, then pressed her breasts against Trista's ass before slowly moving them up her back. She could feel the older woman's nipples, as hard as marbles, gently digging into her skin. "Your mother loved my massages; she would beg me to run my tits up and down her back just like this."

"I-I love it too..." The elf moaned, her voice was shaky. Samora's huge boobs and hard tits moved downward, back onto her butt, then repeated the process two more times. "I... I want you to do this to my front..."

Smiling, Samora stood on her knees to allow Trista to turn onto her back. Though the elf's breasts were not as big, her nipples were the same size as the witch's and just as hard. "Do I really arouse you that much, kitten?" She teased.

"Yes... you've made me the horniest I've ever been, I want you..." Trista squirmed, her desire more than she could handle.

Samora straddled her, then lowered her body over Trista's until their half-inch long nipples touched. "The way you are looking at me right now sets every inch of my body on fire. I've been resisting you this long for one reason: to release it all onto you in this moment so we can celebrate your freedom." She stroked the younger woman's hair, then kissed her. The elf's breasts disappeared under Samora's massive beacons as she lowered her body onto the younger woman's. The pair ground their bodies together as hands roamed flesh, gasps and moans escaped from their lips while kissing.

"Ah... please... touch me below..." Trista begged. Samora turned onto her side to put enough space between them for her hand to slowly move down the elf's body and between her legs.

"Oh sweetie, you're so wet already! Did you cum without me knowing?" She purred.

Trista shivered when she felt her partner's fingers sliding across her slick folds. "No, not yet..." She spread her legs to reveal her wet hairless flower. "I'm saving it..."

Samora kissed down Trista's body starting with her neck. She gave special attention to her nipples before moving to her stomach, her mound, and finally her lower lips. The female elf cried out in response to her pussy being loudly licked and sucked upon.

"My! I believe your pussy tastes like strawberry ice cream!" The witch claimed.

"Really? Tiafell said my pussy was very sweet, I assume this strawberry ice cream is?"

"Yes, very much so! Elven sexual fluids seem to be sweet, while the fluids of humans are salty. Your brother's tastes like chocolate milk; I've tasted it many times." She resumed slurping Trista's vagina.

"I drank a lot of Tiafell's cum last night... I couldn't get enough of it!" She thumbed her nipples, remembering the wild sex she had with her brother the night before, arousing her further. "What did... what did Mother's taste like....?" Her breathing quickened.

"Erafell tasted like honey, one of my favorite sweets." She sucked on the younger woman's twitching clit.

"MMMMMM.... Knowing that you have done things like this with them drives me wild.... I hope... oh... I hope Tiafell's friends will want to lick my pussy one day... to fuck it..." She tilted her head back, feeling pressure building in her loins from the oral assault. "I want them to take turns with me... or maybe take me all at once..."

Samora pulled her face away to insert three fingers. "They will, baby." Her fingers curled upward to hit her G-spot. "We're all a bunch of horndogs, you wouldn't believe how many orgies and gangbangs we've had while traveling. We'll gladly give you 'special attention'." She fingered Trista hard, using her free hand to fingerfuck herself. "I can see it now... my son, Tiafell, and Brion fucking you, all three of their big thick dicks pounding in and out of you at once. And then us girls will take you when they're done... oh shit..." Her hands moved wildly.

"We'll share you... do every manner of kinky activity we can think of! Aaaaaaah!!!!" The witch screamed, bringing herself close to climax. "You're going to love being our little plaything!!!!!" Her pussy spasmed around her fingers.

"I want it... I want it so much... I want all of you to dominate MEEEE!!!!!" Trista's waist bucked involuntarily when her orgasm struck. She arched her back with stiffened arms, her pussy clamped down hard on Samora's fingers, soaking them. The witch stopped fingering herself and pulled her clitoral hood back just in time to spray two long streams onto the flailing elf's stomach and breasts, screaming loudly. Both of them panted heavily once the intensity died down.

Catching her breath, Trista climbed onto the recovering witch's lap, pressing her pussy on the older woman's clit. Gyrating her hips in every direction, their vaginas easily slid across each other creating wet squishing noises. The elf wrapped her arms around her partner's neck and made out with her feverishly. Samora embraced her and returned the hungry and sloppy kiss.

Trista rode her harder with each passing second, causing whimpering and blissful cries to escape from their lips. Samora's hands gripped the elf's butt for leverage so she could thrust against her. They were beyond words at that point, their actions and cries of joy were speaking for them. They stopped kissing to look into each other's eyes. Feeling themselves blaze beyond the point of no return, they ground their vaginas together with everything they had, cumming at the same time. Continuous jets burst forth from both pussies, creating a mutually messy and loud end to their love making. The shouting women shook throughout their climaxes. When it was over, Samora fell onto her back with Trista falling on top of her. Their hands explored the other's body while waiting to regain the ability to speak.

"Thank you... I really needed that..." Trista spoke between gasps.

"I knew you would need a good 'workout'." Samora giggled, then kissed her forehead. Trista loved the forehead kisses; it reminded her of when Erafell kissed her in the same way. The kisses she received from the witch made her feel loved in a different way, however. She nuzzled against Samora's neck.