Chapter 3: The Wood Elf

Marc was the outdoor type. The kind of guy who could spend days or weeks in the countryside, doing nothing but walking around, exploring the hills and forests and lakes… Sadly, as much as he liked it, other peoples didn’t seem to do, and they had elected to have colleges in large cities only, which left him bereft of his natural ecosystem to endure the dreadful grey of the town as he completed his studies. Worst of all, he lived in a town where parks were few and far between, and rather small to boot. There was really one large enough to stroll around in the morning, the Nicolas Pollock Park.

And usually, when he walked here, he was alone and allowed himself some relaxing time, often communing with the trees. But today, he felt as if there was a presence, something – or someone, who was looking at him, always in his back. He felt a little worried. He knew there were a lot of monsters who liked to roam the woods after all, and while he was supposed to be safe, protected by the law, he knew it wouldn’t amount to much, considering how isolated he was here. He decided that playing it cool was probably the best way to act.

“You know, I love to be alone in the parks, but honestly, it’s also great to share it with someone” he said aloud, doing his best to sound relaxed.

“Really? I wasn’t sure you’d like it” replied a voice which surprised Marc.

It didn’t sound monstrous – or even threatening – and that’s what startled him. He had been half expecting silence as his only answer, or perhaps a terrible growl, coming from something with far too many teeth for his liking. Instead, it was clearly a feminine voice which had answered him. Turning around slowly, as if to not show weakness – or not frighten the girl, he couldn’t tell, he was met with a stupendous sight. The girl had long, flowing, blond hair, clear blue eyes and a modest but still appreciable bust. And two pointy ears.

She was an elf. A Wood Elf, judging by her green clothes, even if she had apparently traded their usual leaves and hide garments for something more modern, which gave her, somehow, a wilder look. He had to admit she was stunning, with a perfect face and all, but he was now very nervous. Elves were tall. Not freakishly tall like trolls or ogres, of course, but tall enough that he was a little too conscious of his frail body looking at her. She couldn’t have been less than 2m35 (7 feet, 7 inches) and probably even a tad taller than that, and it was enough that his 1m78 (5 feet, 8 inches) started to feel a tad too small for his taste.

“You come here often” she stated –it was certainly not a question, not with the way she looked at him, putting a strand of hair behind one ear and smiling, before taking a slow step forward.

“I do” he admitted unmoving – he felt that she wasn’t as much of a danger as he had been afraid off – elves weren’t known for being the most dangerous of the monster girls, after all. “It’s kind of the only place in the city where I can connect with the world around me, if you get what I mean.”

“I do” she also stated, like an echo of him, approaching at her slow pace, smiling so much now that Marc blushed a little. “And usually I’m the only one here who seems to care about this patch of grass. So I can’t tell you how happy I am to have met you. The name Leliae, by the way.”

“I’m Marc” he said, extending his hand when she crossed the required distance for them to shake hands. “I’m happy to meet you Leliae, because I too care about this patch of grass.”

He was grinning now. He could tell he was meeting a sort of kindred spirit. He was happy it was a Wood Elf he was with. Dark Elves were said to be a little too sadistic for his tastes, and he would have been deemed far too plain for haughty High Elves. Wood Elves were among the closest “monsters” which integrated with humans. Only Dwarves and Halflings were more common, because they were basically human-sized anyway, and harder to recognize at first glance for who they were, which allowed them to avoid much of the discriminations or fears which benighted other monsters.

“It is nice to meet someone like you, Marc” she replied, engulfing his hand with her far larger one – he then realized that even for her size, her hand was a lot longer than it should have – her fingers seemed especially strong, agile and possessing an incredible length. “Would you mind walking with me, a little?” she asked him, releasing his hand.

“Of course not! I have nothing to do this morning anyway! Do you want to stay here, in the wooden portion of the park, or do you want to go to the lake?”

“Hum… around here first, I think?” she said, hesitating and tilting her head, as she considered her options. “I’m also free this morning, so I should be able to do both, no?”

And so they did, and Marc had to admit that it had been a very pleasant morning. They had talked about their love for trees and everything green, the way they could feel young and incredibly safe near a great oak tree or a fir which had endured a lightning bolt and yet still stood, firm and alive when a human or an elf would have been felled by such a shock. They laughed and when they parted ways at the end of the morning, Marc realized that he wanted to meet Leliae once more. But the next few days, he wouldn’t be able to, because she was nowhere to be found.

“Leliae? Are you here?” he asked one day, when he felt as if something was indeed looking at him – but it wasn’t a beautiful elf which came out of the brushes.

A wild boar dashed out of it and stopped when he noticed him. Marc had frozen still, unsure of what to do. Out in the countryside, he was able to pick up the trail that those kinds of beasts left behind when they walked, ate and slept. But here in the city, beyond the occasional rumors which he had dismissed as pure fantasy – something he was now loath to do – he hadn’t imagined he could meet one. And this particular specimen wasn’t especially remarkable. He wasn’t especially large for instance, and his tusks weren’t too long – but he was big and menacing enough.

The tense stand-off came to an abrupt end when the beast decided that he was a threat and charged right at him. Marc’s reflexes kicked in and he was able to avoid the first charge. But only by so much and he lost his footing a mere second after that, falling on his belly just as he heard the boar grunt as he turned around. Marc pushed on his arms but he knew he wouldn’t be quick enough to get up and avoid the second charge. He was truly in danger. Then something came from the trees and he heard the boar scream.

It wasn’t pain so much as fear he heard and a moment later, the beast was gone. Marc looked around, cautiously. If something had been able to make an angry boar run for its life so easily, it didn’t mean he was safe at all. Quite possibly, the beast had recognized a predator and whatever could scare a boar like that was a threat to him too. Then, he noticed the arrow in the ground, protruding from it at a sharp angle. A second later, a thud behind him revealed the presence of the archer. He knew it was her before he even turned around.

“Leliae!” he yelled, feeling relief wash over him. “You… I think you just saved my life!”

“I think you’re right, Marc. And I think I deserve a reward” she added with a huge grin, but before Marc could tell her that he’d do anything for her, she moved her right hand swiftly and he found himself losing consciousness because of a little cloud of purple dust.

When he woke up, he found himself someplace strange, he couldn’t recognize. He batted his eyelids and tried to get up, but found himself to be attached – and naked. He started to have a very bad feeling about it. Leliae had kidnapped him, that much he was certain, but why? They had been friends, she had saved his life and now he was to be sacrificed in some strange ritual on an altar? Come to think of it, he realized that said altar was incredibly soft and comfortable, and, looking at the edge of his vision, he realized he was on a bed.

“You’re finally up. I was afraid I had used too much powder, but I’m not used to humans of this era. You were often sturdier in ages past” said a voice he recognized as Leliae’s.

Marc twitched and tried to look toward the voice, but he couldn’t see her. He could hear, however. She was singing in elvish, doing… something. He couldn’t quite tell what, however, not from his position, but sometimes he heard as if some liquid was boiling or gurgling, surprising him. Finally, she came into his view, and he gasped. Gone was the casually dressed Leliae. In her place stood a regal looking woman, whose dress, which seemed made of sewn petals, was adorned with such gleaming gems that the young man felt particularly ridiculous – until he remembered he was naked and then he was ashamed.

“What’s happening?” he stuttered, his voice far too high pitched for his taste, but he couldn’t suppress the shaking in it – maybe he would die today!

“Nothing you should be afraid of,” she said gently, caressing his hair with the back of her hand, which was both gentle and a little frightening, considering his position. “It’s nothing I haven’t done dozens of times with humans, and all of them quite loved it. You see, we Elves are few and far between, especially Wood Elves so… so to preserve our lineage, we have to search for suitable mates around the world. And I happen to like humans the most out of all the potential suitors.”

“But we haven’t even gone on a true date yet!” he blurted, which made her pause, look at him and laugh uncontrollably, which was mildly irritating.

“We don’t need to date, silly. It’s really something you humans love to do, but I don’t see the point in that. We are attuned to the natural world, both of us. So you should know that animals mate quickly and rarely embarrass themselves with long preliminaries – except birds, but, frankly, they are vainglorious little things!”

Even as she talked, she continued to caress his body, as she turned around what could only be a large bed, he realized. He wasn’t sure he liked it very much. This Leliae was acting quite differently from the one he had met.  She seemed a lot more mature, if not downright cougar-like, and he realized that he had probably made a mistake. He had assumed she was his age, or barely older, but in truth, she may have been hundreds of years old, perhaps even more than that. All tales talked about how long Elves lived after all – and he knew other folktales, some he dreaded.

“Will I… will I get back to my home after a hundred years or more have passed there?” he asked her, shaking and almost crying now.

“What? Oh! No! No, no, no! Nobody does that anymore thankfully. It was very evil, really. Plus… well, we are at my home in your world anyway, because you have no idea of the paperwork needed on the other side to make sure you humans continue to believe that you can’t cross over” she added mischievously, grinning and then, without further warning, grasping his half-erect dick in her hand, making him gasp.

He had opened his mouth to answer to her and it had been exactly what she wanted. In a flash, he felt something being pressed into it, and a dense liquid invaded it, forcing him to gulp it down or drown. It tasted delicious, he realized, and it was a little as if he was drinking lightning in a bottle. Energy surged into him and he felt all his fear and worries and everything, really, disappear. His mind became a muddled place, where thinking was hard, and thinking coherently even harder. All he knew was that there was a receptive female here and he needed to mate with her.

Leliae seemed satisfied by the results of her portion. She laughed and stroked his dick and he grunted, when he became harder than he had ever been – but it was certainly not painful at all. All he wanted was to have her descend on him now. To rut, to mate with Leliae like a wild beast. She didn’t seem so eager now, however, considering him as if she was waiting for something. Then Marc felt the changes in his body. He slipped out of the restraints he had had around his ankles and wrists but not because he had broken them down, he was shrinking!

Not everywhere however. His dick was growing, by a lot. It was almost as if she was taking his size, but when he should have been terrified, all he cared about was the smell of Leliae’s obvious arousal which washed over his nostrils. The more he shrank, the less he was able to think at all, until he was reduced to a mindless ape, a gremlin with a body the size of a toddler but sporting a dick which was more a baseball bat than anything else. And over him stand the brilliant figure of the wood elf woman, who grinned and seemed quite satisfied.

She didn’t even remove her clothes. She simply picked him up, lifted her dress, revealing a naked, hairless and extremely vast vagina, one he would have never been able to fill at all hadn’t she enlarged his dick at the cost of his size and inserted him inside of it, letting out a long, thunderous moan, which drove Marc into a frenzy. He shook his hips helplessly, trying to make his rod move, but he was far too small and held far too tightly by Leliae’s hand. And then he felt something being clasped around his waist, and her fingers left him.

Then she let her dress fall back in place and Marc found himself surrounded by a sort of pink darkness. Not that he minded or even truly noticed it. He was too busy trying to mate with the elven woman, but his body was far too weak to be able to make his dick move. And he didn’t need to. Powerful muscles deep inside Leliae started to work and they were the one which made him move, sending incredible pleasure into his brain. He came in a veritable torrent and even as he emptied his balls, he felt his body going into overdrive to replace them. He’d be able to fertilize her a thousand times over before it was finished, probably.

Not that he was able to think about any of that then. His mind simply went blank as he was used by Leliae as a tool more so than a mate. She had turned him into a living sex toy, basically, and if he had been able to consider it, he’d have been horrified. But as he was, his dick being sucked on by the elf’s pussy, he couldn’t even feel anything but pleasure and the desire to release more of his cum than he had ever done. And he did just that with application, grasping her flesh as best he could and even bit it, earning a loud moan from far above.

“Oh yeah, I chose wisely! Seridnae and her love of Halflings! They are good for nothing! Humans are really the good stuff!”

During the next few hours, it was the longest sentences he heard coming from the towering form of the elf woman. She mostly grunted and screamed and moaned. And he did the same of course. It wasn’t until he found himself incredibly tired and the enormous dick he now sported went limp that he started to get back his mind. And just then, he felt the long fingers of Leliae grasping him and unclasping whatever contraption had kept him in place. He shuddered and felt suddenly extremely cold and weak, and he wondered if he’d die like that.

“Hey, are you okay? I don’t want to have to send you back like that to your home, I’d feel extremely bad, you know” she drawled, looking at him from far above.

“I don’t know?” he replied. “I’ve never been shrunk and used for sex for hours on end, before.”

“Not hours, days” she corrected him, smiling and sitting next to him, her size forcing his reduced body to lean toward her. “But don’t worry, I took the liberty of making sure everyone believed you were sick at home, it should be fine. And if it isn’t, I count on you to not… let out most of what happened, okay?”

Marc’s heart had skipped a heartbeat when he had heard that he had spent days attached to the Wood Elf. Was she mad? She couldn’t believe that telling people that he had been sick enough to not appear anywhere could work. From when did she come? Nowadays, such an absence could only mean that he was either gravely sick, possibly on the verge of dying, or doing something incredibly illegal. Did elves live so long that a few days were nothing to them? Marc’s head was starting to hurt and he simply closed his eyes and groaned.

“Don’t worry, in a few minutes, you should be able to drink the antidote for the first potion I gave you. With that, you should be able to get back to your life. Well, mostly. I doubt any puny human female will ever be able to compete with what I gave you, right? If it helps, you were one of the most impressive specimens I ever mated with!”

He wasn’t sure it’d be true. The sensations he had experienced were so different from anything he knew that he couldn’t compare it to sex – not that he was an experienced lover to begin with. Still, Marc said nothing, both because he was too tired right now, and because he hoped that remaining silent would end this madness faster. Leliae didn’t seem in a rush however. She patted her belly and whispered things in elvish, which to his ears sounded a lot like a prayer or some sort of song for unborn children, which he found a little creepy.

“Just so you know, gestation can take a long time, by your standards, so you won’t see the baby – or babies if you are spectacularly lucky for a few years – and neither will you see me. If I don’t return to my home, they’d be born as half-elves. In our planes, we have ways to weed out the human heritage to make sure they are full-blooded elves.”

“That’s a little disgusting” he grumbled as he finally managed to sit, using far too much energy to do something like that. “It’s just pure eugenics, isn’t it?”

“Probably” she admitted, sounding totally unbothered by it. “But it’s how it is in the Elven Realm, you know. We don’t mix too much, too much bad blood between the Kin and the High and Dark Elves… and we all live long enough to remember the first slights!”

“How old are you, actually?” he asked her, looking up and up at her beautiful body, which was towering over his reduced form so much.

“Well”, now that’s she started, but she fell silent just as he gasped – he had been eying her and had had to admit that she was super sexy, and now he was as hard as a rock again, and he felt his balls bulging, pumping out sperms faster than ever.

“By the Great Seeds! It shouldn’t affect you still…” she mumbled, but Marc could see a glint in her eyes he didn’t really like. “But it’d be a great shame for me to not make use of it…”

She assaulted him and he found himself pinned on the mattress by her superior size and strength. He did try to resist this time, because his mind wasn’t clouded, but it was useless, and in a matter of seconds, she had inserted his overgrown dick inside of her, making them both moan and shiver in unison. And then she started to move. It was a lot less comfortable than before, since he had to endure her whole weight, which was almost crushing, but he did his best and was rewarded by a feeling of power when Leliae was the one to scream in savage pleasure.

“Don’t slow down!” she screamed, even as she was the one who shook her hips and gyrated like a madwoman, almost threatening to tear Marc’s dick off his weakened body. “Don’t slow down! Don’t slow down, don’t slow down!”

All Marc could do was groan. Now it was an unforgettable experience, and the more he released his jizz inside of Leliae, the more he wanted to do that, again and again and again. She was so big, so beautiful, he couldn’t get enough of her, even if she had kidnapped him, drugged him and turned him into a sex toy. He knew it was sick, but he couldn’t help it. He let out a loud yell of pleasure when he let out another torrent of cum inside of her and was rewarded by a feeling of overflowing, as if her insides couldn’t take him anymore.

“Yes, take that!” he yelled, grinning like a madman. “I’m too much for you to handle alone, little girl! You’d better find someone else!”

Leliae didn’t seem able to answer anything to what he was saying. She was moaning uncontrollably and managed to get out of him, falling on the mattress and gasping, apparently overwhelmed by the sensations he had unleashed. He felt a strange pride swelling inside of him, as his body started to grow on his own. But strangely enough his dick didn’t lose any of its incredible new girth. He grinned as he reached back his normal size still sporting that monster – and then he grew some more, as Leliae looked at him with adoration in her blue eyes.

He looked down at her, realizing that his body was undergoing great changes. He was turning into a male elf, he guessed. But not one of the vapid and meek ones he had already seen, which didn’t seem interested in anything but philosophical reflections. He looked at a nearby mirror and admired his wild and powerful body. He had no interest in the intricacies of knowledge or anything like that. What he wanted was fertile elves to mate with. He grinned as the one below him looked up and gasped, looking both terrified and aroused to no end.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Leliae. A very, very, bad girl…” he said, savoring the way his voice was more akin to a growl than anything else. “Now, I’ll have to punish you, you know that, right? Don’t worry, it’d be something you’ll like – you and all the other wood elves who think they can come and do whatever they want on Earth!”

He felt so powerful now. The fear and confusion he had felt earlier had entirely disappeared. He wasn’t Marc the human guy anymore, he was truly a Wood Elf, a powerful and strong man, who reeked of sexual power from every pore of his skin. He grinned confidently at himself and descended on the female near him. She was full of his seed already and he turned her around, so he could have his way with her other hole. She protested weakly but he could tell she was overpowered by his sheer presence, and he started to fuck her in the ass.

“I hope you have a large family, dear!” he laughed.