The Shadow Elf's Crush (Patreon)

This one took me a good while to actually piece together. I knew the concept, and I’d written about how shadow elves work in last month’s Monster Essays. Exactly how all that works and the best pace for her took a bit before I condensed it to what it’s really about as an exotic appeal. I always figure elves are boring for monstergirl standards, and even in humanoid terms don’t add very much. It’s mostly the fact that they’re crazy old and cultured that makes it interesting, so I leaned into that with a lot of the elf races and how they’re uniquely tied to their homeworlds and their ways. So shadow elves grew up in magical darkness, physically very sensitive, always have blind bangs or a veil, and are just sort of nature’s goths without even trying. Unique taboos and social boundaries make for some easy culture shock.

Can definitely see El and our boy coming back for more sometime. Definitely sounds reward art worthy, if you ask me.

I was pretty stunned when I found the note on my desk. “Death is not the end” was written out in neat, looping calligraphy on a scrap of notebook paper. I spent about a minute trying to understand who was threatening me and why before I thought to turn it over. The other side had “Because our love will last forever.” In much smaller, plainer text, there was “I ran out of space” scribbled in the corner.

I didn’t get any answer for a couple days when I was walking between classes with Ding. He was my gnomish friend, a stubby little guy who was always in a beanie and a scarf wrapped around his mouth. I took the same Species Ed courses as everyone else growing up, so I figured he was always wearing layers because of his overly sensitive skin. The underground shorties tended to tan or burn easily and had really strong reactions to even slight touches.

“Who’s your friend?” Ding asked me once we were walking through the campus quad.

“Uh… you?” I asked, giving him a confused frown.

Ding sniffed a laugh and shook his head.

“Nah, I meant the elf.”

I just stared expectantly. I looked around and didn’t see any elves of note beyond some drow playing with Beyblades out on a part of the sidewalk.

“The shadow elf that was following you all the way from your classroom,” he emphasized.

“I have no idea who you mean, D.”

“Man, you’re thick,” he sighed.

“Dummy thick?”

“Nah. Just regular kind. There was a spooky goth chick following right behind you for a while back there. I didn’t say anything in case you were ignoring her or something.”

My confusion left my face as I pieced it together. I might have thought I was haunted, because god knows what people can do with magic these days, but I knew a way likelier solution. There was that strange elven girl in my Lit class that was impossible to miss. She was on the quiet side, even when she was speaking, but her look was loud as hell. She was always in a low-cut, lacey, loose-fitting black dress like she was ready for a funeral or a Halloween party. She had a few of them, but they all had that similar vibe. She had big, black-painted lips,very and long pointed ears and chalky skin with long black hair besides a white streak going down one side. A lot of that hair was combed down over her face, forming a dense sort of veil over her eyes to the point where I wasn’t sure if she could see.

“Oh… ohhhh. That might explain the weird letter I got. I didn’t know elves could get that goth.”

I had stashed it away with my regular notes. I instinctively patted the part of my backpack where it probably was.

“Technically she’s not really goth. She’s just a shadow elf. They’re like… nature’s goths. …you know shadow elves, right?”

He must have caught me staring again. I shrugged.

“I took my species class like ten years ago. I’m not even sure if they mentioned them when I took it, but I believe they exist.”

Ding nodded and sniffed again.

“I get it. Some of them lived in the gnome colonies underground when I visited back home, so they’re a little closer to us. They’re uh… well, they’re super polite, I guess you could say.”

“That’s it? Because she’s kind of been stalking me and she dresses…”

I reconsidered using the word hot or slutty. It wasn’t like they looked bad, but they were tight and revealing.

“Pretty skimpy.”

Ding nodded. “Yea, that’s a part of it. They lived in a world of darkness. Something about reflecting or religion or something when they split off from the other elves. Kind of your American pilgrims stuff. But they all got that thing over their eyes, right?”

Ding gestured down from his forehead over his eyes indicatively. I nodded again.

“Right. They got real big on meditation and shit so they’re really sensitive about their eyes. I think it’s ‘mirrors of the soul’ stuff, but it might just be because they’re touchy about the sun and stuff. They’ve even got some of the sensitive touch jitters stuff like ust oo.”

“I can see why they’d get along with the gnomes then,” I noted. “So what’s my like… culturally sensitive move here?”

“Fuck if I know. Try talkin’ to her like a person? She’s probably just waiting for a reaction from you, so just look behind you next time you’re leavin’ class.”

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“I’m so very glad you got my message.”

The elf was, in fact, right behind me the next time I left the classroom. She was in her same over the top flowing black dress, her hands folded demurely by her narrow belly. She was a strange mix of shy and flirty with her deep, pale cleavage (enough for me to catch sight of the birthmark on the inside of her breast) and hair draping over her eyes in a seemingly permanent curtain. The wide billowing bottom of her dress had slits up the side, revealing some pale, lean legs and even thick thighs whenever her weight shifted.

“Right. I didn’t really know how to react to the threat at first,” I admitted.

“It was only a threat of love,” the mystery elf corrected, placing a hand to her half-bared bosom.

Her flowery metaphor didn’t distract me from the fact that she didn’t deny it being a threat. It did distract me for a minute from it being a dark sort of love letter.

“Right! So uh… that was you trying to ask me out?”

The pale, black-clad elf clasped her hands and cracked a smile. It only curled at the corners of her mouth, her thick lips seeming too heavy to move that easily.

“Yes. I find my subtlety to be a point of pride. I am Elinari Wisply. Kindly call me El.”

She spoke in her almost whisper despite her warm smile. I felt my cheeks get warm from the sweet but mysterious admirer and her strangely cute mannerisms. She was soft spoken but not shy, given how she dressed and approached me so confidently.

“I’m flattered. I mean, I’m Trevor. So… what’s next here?”

“Ah. My mistake. I have only been away from my homeland for a few years, so I haven’t fully grasped the finer nuances in cultural differences. After expressing strong fondness, shadow elves would traditionally engage in a scheduled, experimental encounter we call a courting date…”

“Oh! Yea, humans have dates out here too!” I clumsily interrupted. “Yea, that sounds fun.

“Wonderful. As the instigator, I’ll allow you to set the time and place of our maiden voyage as a couple.”

I quickly realized I had no idea where to take her. I barely knew she was interested in me until a day ago, and I still barely even knew what shadow elves were like.

“Ssssure. I’ll be free this weekend if you are… I’ll check back with you tomorrow morning?”

“That sounds beautiful.”

El produced her runephone, tapping it until it glowed blue with the usual expectant shade of offering a link. I activated my phone as well and held it over hers until they blinked green, swapping our numbers. I was watching to make sure they synced up while trying not to stare down her cleavage, so I was blindsided when she kissed me. It wasn’t even the friendly European cheek kiss: she caught me leaning in with my phone and pressed her pillowy lips right to mine. I was stunned, but not so much that I didn't pucker up to meet her while I was at a loss to do anything else. Her delicate hands found my hips, holding us steadily in place for the longest two seconds of my life. She withdrew with a soft smack of her lips. She cracked another of her little smiles, but a bit wider and giddier as she nibbled her plump lower lip. I barely noticed that our phones had linked up in the process. She tucked the phone back into her flowing dress.

“I knew you were someone special, Trevor,” she noted casually.

I could feel my cheeks burning as she carefully linked her hand with mine and we walked off towards my next class together.

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I did a ton of research that night looking for answers. I found out a lot that basically built up what Ding had told me. Apparently physical affection was pretty casual among shadow elves. It wasn’t seen as especially sexual, just sort of friendly in general. Their native realm had very little light, so touch was much more common and her still posture and subtle expressions made a lot more sense when she must have grown up effectively blind. She could see fine now, of course, but they used their other senses a lot more freely. The kiss was slightly more than friendly, but apparently their super sensitive lips could pick up all sorts of things about a person from it. In their culture, things were only considered intimate or intrusive when you saw their uncovered eyes or the shadow of their bare body.

I put together everything I could gather and arranged the best date I could. I met El at a merfolk Italian restaurant in town that wasn’t terribly expensive (college student budget and all) while providing a lot of atmosphere. That meant low light and a flexible but not terribly shocking menu to keep from overwhelming her delicate senses. It seemed to go over great with Elinari, enjoying a nice dinner with my dark date while I learned more about her.

“So do you have a favorite tv show?” I’d prided.

“The sunset is my favorite thing to be shown,” she answered plainly.

“Do you live with your family?”

“My mother and I live in the surface world. I have seen her face several times.”

“Where do you get your clothes?”

“Usually, I fashion them from any human store with a funeral section.”

“Do you have a favorite color?”

“I find most colors garish… though gray has an indulgent intricacy to it.”

El was happy to answer any questions in her own weird way, but she seemed just as happy to stare and admire me. For how much she covered up her face, she really was a lot to look at. All her flowing dress, pearly skin and silky dark hair were always catching my eye while I couldn’t help but catch an eyeful of her breasts resting on the table or shifting along with her deep neckline.

Overall, it was a really nice night. Elin liked the restaurant and the food. She smiled at me a lot, and I even got her to laugh a few times. It was this adorable, mousy little gasp of a noise while she shook slightly, making her dress and chest wiggle around like she was containing a full on cackle.

We walked around town a little, holding her hand and sightseeing a little to draw out the night. I brought her back to her place at Kurlich Hall, the dorm that catered to a lot of the more particular races (things like rooms for centaurs and fairies). We lingered inside the empty side lobby, finishing our conversation in one of the mini sofas. When it drew to a lull of us just smiling together, I squeezed her hand.

“I probably shouldn’t keep you. I’ll text you when I get back to my room, okay?”

“I await it with baited breath, my love,” Elin said in her hushed tone.

She had talked like that all night and I was starting to really enjoy it. It was a bit dramatic, but it made things feel special. It sounded a little rushed, but she really had explained several accurate reads on me that she’d picked up from how I kissed her. Besides, it wasn’t like I wasn’t starting to crush on her too.

“But I’d like to leave you with something special to remember me by.”

“If it’s another kiss, I promise I’m a lot more prepared for this one,” I insisted.

I’d been lingering on how much I thought I’d botched my first surprise smooch. Elin smiled another of her pouty smiles and slid down to her knees in front of me, carefully adjusting her dress beneath her.

“Something more than that, starlight,” she whispered as she unbuttoned my pants.

Physical affection was clearly more casual with them! I was already erect with excitement, even if I wasn’t sure if she’d just called me a pet name or the shadow elf equivalent of “white boy.” Her full lips made her subtle smile peek out past her hanging bangs, where I could just feel her looking up at me from behind them. She hooked a finger on the waistband of my boxers and drew it down, popping out my boner and planting a few light kisses around the head with her dark-painted lips. I kept my cool enough to just grunt and moan as I sat back in my seat, gladly accepting her blowjob.

As strange as El was, I didn’t think the strangeness to really kick in after she’d started sucking me off. She took her time teasing me with her tongue and mouth, and I didn’t feel like a first date was the most polite time to bring up oral etiquette. I started to hear and feel the sloppiness of her saliva as her tongue slapped against my dick, drooling down my shaft and making her dark lips glisten. She wrapped her mouth around the top and ducked her head, brushing her longer bits of hair away from her mouth, and even then her messy little waterfall kept trickling and tickling down my junk. She moaned softly, her mouth vibrating around my cock as she bobbed her head slowly lower along my smoothed over shaft.

I couldn’t say I’ve gotten sucked off before, but even having seen porn, she was a very low cocksucker. The slurps she made to keep drawing her saliva back into her mouth and the throaty, progressively louder moans as I went deeper into her. She’d smack her lips as her boobs bumped into my thighs as she only grew more passionate at sucking me off. It wasn’t until she pushed her face most of the way down my shaft and paused, trembling all over that I started to really notice something was up. She certainly wasn’t choking, but her hips that were sticking out behind her were twitching and shuddering. I felt her mouth clutch around my cock before loosening again, gawking a little and letting a fresh puddle of drool pool around my balls.

It occurred to me how sensitive her lips and mouth were supposed to be. It was allegedly a bit like a snake’s tongue, picking up a surprising amount of information from touch and the air itself. So having most of my dick in her mouth, rolling between her smacking, waxy lips and over her long, hungry tongue, it was clear that this wasn’t just for my own pleasure. She slowly withdrew her mouth from me over what felt like an entire minute, relishing her retreat and pursing her lips around my shaft like she was hungrily memorizing its every detail.

She finally lifted her head with a deep breath, leaving dark smudges where her lips had really rubbed against me. I could feel her at me intensely from behind her veil of bangs as she caught her breath. It didn’t keep her from grabbing the center of her dress and flashing her pale tits, already glossy with spit and sweat. Her pinkish gray nipples were pierced by two small silver rings, which didn’t surprise me in the least.

“Knock up my face-pussy, love!” she gasped in one of the louder tones my hushed girlfriend had used with me before going right back down.

She jammed my dick back into her mouth and gave another heated shout muffled by her mouthful of cock. She was clearly getting off on this, maybe more than I was on some level, so I wasn’t about to disappoint her or give her reason to stop. I thrust up to meet her, fucking her face deeper to keep her moaning like she was in heat. I wondered if her eyes were rolling back with pleasure behind that curtain, the little touch of anonymity adding a surprise bit of excitement to it all. I humped up into her sloppily drooling face, using her wet hole so deeply that my balls were resting on her tits. All that pillowy softness felt amazing as my horny goth elf girlfriend enjoyed her messy feast. The wet sucking sound and her rhythmic, squeaky moans were growing hot and familiar when she gave a husky grunt. The shadow elf’s whole body tensed and she bucked as she leaned harder into my lap, doubling over to bottom out my cock in her face. I could feel the back of her throat puckering around my tip as a splash of spit escaped her mouth in a sudden burst of a gasp. Her body kept bucking and shaking as I thought to look back at her thrusting hips. To my absolute surprise, my mouth fetish theory was clearly true because she had a steady waterfall of cum running down one of her inner thighs. She kept moaning loudly, sucking and kissing at my cock without leaving an inch outside of her. El ground her face into my groin, and I felt emboldened by that kind of passion. I gripped the top of her hair, pulling her face down deeper into my lap. Her pointed little nose curled up as it was forced into me, whining in needy arousal. My dick pushed through that final stretch into throatfucking her, accompanied by the satisfying glucking sounds lubed up by her mouthgasm. With a hard thrust, I came inside her, firing my hot jizz down her throat. El swallowed down her sloppy spittle mixed with my cream as I clutch my handful of dark hair, humping her face to keep dragging my cock over her lips. I found the perfect pattern to keep rubbing the tip in and out of her edges, brushing against them like a pair of face-mounted clits. El was all moans and drooling by the time I finished, still clenching my fist in her hair.

“Ohhh fuck. Wow. I’m definitely going to remember that one,” I groaned.

El leaned her chin wearily on my upper thigh, still reluctantly easing her mouth off my dick. I looked down at her with a warm smile, just to catch the glint of something dark and shiny. I almost thought she had a black pearl on some of her jewelry before I recognized the pure pale circle around it. Pulling on her hair had messed with her bangs, parting them enough that one incredibly dilated eye peered through and met my gaze. Elinari’s eyes were mostly black, seeming to absorb the iris entirely for a huge, dark, glossy shape with hardly any white around the edges. I stared at her, recalling that seeing a shadow elf’s eyes and their natural body’s shadow were like seeing their souls and outlandishly intimate.

We both froze for a bit before El gasped louder than ever. She recoiled and hurried to rake her fingers through her hair like a hasty comb. She breathed heavily, even more than when she was blowing me in the dorm lounge as her chest heaved with her intense breaths.

“Oh gods! Oh no! You shouldn’t… I am so sorry!” she gasped, fully flustered for the first time I could remember the otherwise low energy goth.

“I-I-I was caught up in the moment! I didn’t notice! I can NOT tell you how sorry I am! I should not have put that kind of pressure on you.

“I’m not about to complain about the blowjob. Though I think that couch might be fucked with all the drool…”

“Noooo. That was flirting, stardust. I mean my EYE! You saw my EYE! I saw you… you saw the real me! I was way out of line!”

Her pale cheeks blushed as she cupped them in her palms. I noticed that she had raced to fix her hair but still didn’t bother to put away her cum and spit-stained tits.

“Now I’ll never get married…” she whispered to herself.

“I mean… it’s a little soon to talk about on the first date… but I think you’re great, El. You’re weird and mysterious. But in a fun and interesting way. I’d love to see you again. And I mean… on a date, and maybe I can see that other eye sometime. Or is that more of a third date kind of waiting period?”

Elin fidgeted a bit, but she smiled a tiny bit as she finally stopped having a full on panic attack from my seeing her face. She toyed with one of the longer strands.

“It wasn’t too… forward?”

“Sucking dick is considered a lot more forward than eye contact in the human world. We’ve even got a term called ‘eye fucking…”

El gasped again in shock.

“Which isn’t what you might be thinking, now that I say it. But really. I’m not offended. There’s no harm done, and I’d love to keep going out with you.”

I stood back up, pulling up my down pretty damp pants before I took her by the hand. I planted a kiss on her once again covered forehead, uncaring about the strange black eyes underneath. The touch-sensitive elf sighed and leaned into me, looping her slim arms around me to hug me gently. I hugged her back.

“I treasure your patience, love,” El mused softly.

She drummed a finger on my chest as she pulled back to look at me through her bangs. She leaned up and pressed her lips to the side of my neck, sucking and curling her lips for a moment before popping them back off. I could feel the small, dense mark of her lipstick leaving a little smooch mark near my collarbone.

“I should like to date with you again as well. And perhaps… if you return with the darkness of my mark still branded on your flesh… I shall show you more than just an eye.”

“Can’t wait,” I squeaked out before finally letting her go for the night. It wasn’t like we were the first couple on campus to ruin a lounge couch, but I was soaked enough that I needed a shower. Of course, I’d have to be careful not to wash off her lipstick. However intentional, she really had marked me as hers with her little lipstick stunt. Frankly, I was happy to be hers.