id: 78
name: The Forbidden Steel X Elf smutfic (WIP)
author: Thesteellegionnaire
date: 20th December 2020
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Literally just me fucking an elf: The Smutfic!
 
    Steel sat in a car, driving to work, wondering why he bothers keeping the job he had. Being a Camp Counselor for two full weeks had drained him physically, emotionally and mentally, none of that helped by the fact he was supposed to look out for fourth and fifth graders; most of which refused to listen to him or anyone else unless he practically yelled at them. His co-counselor tried to get him fired the Friday prior due to him feeling Steel hadn’t been “working hard enough”. Practical slander due to the amount of hoops he had to jump though to get the campers to do anything. 
 
    “That’s right. I still need to get paid.”
 
    Said pay, however, was only $1,300 for 8 weeks, five days each. He and some of the other Counselors had done the math, and he was making a cool $2.50 an hour. This was, of course, not ideal, but his parents hadn’t given him much of a choice if he wanted to keep living at home, and not on the street. He dreaded what was to come, as his Co-Counselor had, after the unsuccessful attempt on Steel’s job, quit. This meant that yesterday he had to deal with 8 kids on his own. He’d debated suicide when he got home, but ultimately decided against it. It was the bitch way out, and he wasn’t a bitch.
 
    Pulling into the grass and dirt parking lot where his car would sit for the next ten hours, he tried his best to mentally prepare himself for the day to come, before putting on his facemask, stowing his phone, airpods and wallet in his backpack, and stepped out of the driver's seat. It was an uncomfortably warm and humid summer morning. Already his skin felt sticky, and the newly risen sun bared down on him like a train on the LIRR. He would have put on his sunglasses if the damn facemask didn’t cause them to fog up with every breath.
 
    Like a prisoner approaching the electric chair, he solemnly walked to the check in area down the paved inlet road, and had his temperature taken. After all, if a single person had Corona, the whole place would be shut down. He’d get the full $1,300, but seeing as most of his money would come from tips, he’d be screwed out of all that tip money should the camp prematurely close.
 
    He quickly located the friends among the other counselors and CIT’s he’d made over the past two weeks, and the daily routine of bitching about camp and campers began. 
 
    “So I’m probably gonna be alone unless Ron gets assigned to me. Which he won’t.”
 
    Ron was his group’s CIT, a generally down to earth and chill 15 year old; ironically coming from a family with money from the rich part of eastern Long Island. He had it bad, but the other half of the group had the same issues with their campers. The whole camp was understaffed, and they were all feeling the effects one way or another.
 
    One of the other counselors gave the optimistic prediction that the camp directors knew his campers were a problem and that he couldn’t handle them on his own, and they’d find or hire someone to help him. He wasn’t convinced. However, unbeknownst to him, his savior would arrive in a second hand 2003 Nissan Altima.
 
    Steel glanced at the car idly, just in time to see the driver step out. She was gorgeous, standing at about 5’10, with long blonde hair and light green eyes. Not to mention her bountiful chest that was probably straining against whatever bra she had on. In Steel’s book, she was a perfect 10, or she would have been, had he not noticed the ears poking out beside the New York Yankees hat she was wearing. The telltale pointed ears of an elf. 
 
    Long island wasn’t exactly known for its non-human population, aside from New York City, which absolutely no LI native considered a part of the island. However, the further west you went, the less human the population got, up and until the Bronx and Brooklyn. He internally groaned as the camp got it’s first Non-human staff member. Fortunately she likely wou-
 
    “Hey guys! I’m Altena, are any of you in group B4/5 B?”
 
    She had walked up to their circle, totally unannounced or invited. Of course the girls instantly pointed Steel out to the elf, and walked up to him. Steel, to his credit, played the situation calmly, collected, and without sperging out with elven crime statistics. They were higher then one would think after all.
 
    “Hey! So you’re Steel? Nice to meet you.”
 
    She extended a hand out to him, which he hesitantly shook. Steel then made a mental note to sanitize his hands in a little bit, then noticing she didn’t wear a facemask.
 
    “Hey, I know you just got here, but you better put on a mask before the black shirts come over and yell at you.”
 
    She returned his genuine warning with a confident smirk. Much to Steel’s confusion.
 
    “You’d think that, but elves like me can’t get infected with COVID.”
 
    And with that said, Steel buried his face in one of his hands. She honestly bought into that stupid pseudo-truth.
 
    “You can’t get infected, but you sure as hell can still spread it.”
 
    Almost as if on cue, one of the “Black Shirts”; a camp director, brought her a stringbag, then told her there was a facemask inside for her to wear. She blushed slightly in embarrassment, which Steel found a bit cute. However, she was still a damn elf, and that was something he just couldn’t look past. 
 
    “So, uh, Steel, I have to put on this camp shirt, right? Where am I supposed to do that?”
 
    He sighed quietly. He was going to have to deal with this all day, probably the whole week too. He told the friend circle he’d be back, and motioned for the damn knife ear to follow. A speciest he might be, but he wasn’t rude. He walked towards the staff bathroom, telling her where activities were along the way and about when they’d be doing them.
 
    “What are our campers like? I bet they’re all cute kids. They are all fourth and fifth graders after all.”
 
 
    Steel couldn’t hold back a laugh. This, being fairly out of context for the elven counselor, confused her.
 
    “Huh? What’s wrong? Why are you laughing like that?”
 
    Steel almost immediately stopped, and looked her dead in the eyes.
 
    “Oh, if you think our kids are nice, sweet little 10 or 11 year olds, you’re really fucking mistaken. They’re little fucking shits. All of them. One of the little fucks comes with a Goddamn McCoffee every day. Why they decided to put a girl, and an elf at that, in a group with all the problem kids at camp is beyond me, but you’re sacrificing your sanity working with them. You will become what I have become in a short time.”
 
    She was a bit taken aback by his sudden tonal shift, and the myriad of foul language he used. He could see Altena wasn’t used to hearing the volume of swear words he puts into his language. She then clears her throat, and speaks up again.
 
    “S-surely they can’t be that bad. You’re just trying to psych me out, right?”
 
    He shook his head, and then opened the door to the staff building.
 
    “Right over there are the bathrooms. Go get changed in there, and remember, having a cellphone on camp grounds gets you terminated on the spot.”
 
    He grumbled a bit about how bullshit that rule was, and Altena goes to get changed. Closing and locking the bathroom door, she takes off the t-shirt she was wearing, then looking herself over in the mirror. Much like most elves, she wore no bra. Hefting her sizable breasts a bit, she herself grumbles about how thin and rough the camp shirt was.
 
    “I knew I should have bit the bullet and worn a bra. Gods I hope this dumb thing doesn’t get my nipples chafing. That’d be the worst…”
 
    Altena blushes at the thought of that happening, before shaking her head and banishing the thoughts. She thinks on the bright side, that come time to use the pool, she’ll get to see some of the cuter counselors with their shirts off. With that, she leaves the bathroom, walking right into Steel, and nearly knocking him to the floor from the awkward position he’d been standing in to alleviate the pressure on his feet.
 
    After regaining his balance, Steel leads her back, all the while Altena apologizing for nearly pushing him over. He didn’t particularly care, and he let her know everything was fine. They both arrived at the area where their campers were already waiting. All 8 of them, some of which weren’t terrible, but the majority had their own little quirks they would have to deal with.
 
    The day began, and went as follows: The first activity went well. Steel introduced the group to their new counselor, and their reactions to her were generally positive. One of them called her a knife ear to her face however, but she fortunately laughed it off and told him not to say words like that again.
 
    “They won’t listen.”
 
    Altena glanced back at him, the two standing off to the side while the campers paired off to play pingpong.
 
    “What do you mean?”
 
    “The campers. They don’t listen. You’ll see.”
 
    He replied, almost passively. She’d see. All the other counselors knew, and soon so would Altena.
 
 
The next activity, crafts, went without incident. Steel was, however, was dreading the next activity. Soccer. Every time, without fail, one camper or counselor was going to be hit with a ball kicked full force into somewhere they didn’t want it. When they got to the field, the campers ran out to go start playing. Altena went to go join, in spite of Steels warnings not to.
 
    Much to his initial surprise, things go well. The children seem to get along with the knife ear, up and until she takes a hit right to the gut with a soccer ball. Steel winces, the impact making a noticeable noise as it hits into her stomach. Altena doubles over, and he quickly makes his way over. 
 
    “Hey! What is your problem?!”
 
    Steel yells at a camper, who visibly shrinks back at his yelling. He then kneels down next to the elf, who’s trying to catch her breath after getting the wind knocked out of her.
 
    “You alright? Need help getting up?”
 
    Altena looks up at him, and smiles a bit.
 
    “No, no it’s alright. Just...gotta take a breather, yeah?”
 
    She tries getting up, and steel, again not wanting to act rude, helps her up. The two walk over to the small patch of trees that separates the fields from the street hockey rink and lunch area, and he sits her down.
 
    “Alright, I’m gonna go talk to that camper. Got it?”
 
    She nods.
 
    “Y-yeah, that’s fine. Don’t be too hard on him, ok? No need to defend my honor to a fifth grader.”
 
    She giggles, and Steel gets up, rolling his eyes. He then walks over and reprimands the camper. The kid had a habit of kicking the ball into other campers when they weren’t paying attention. This time he was going to report him to a director.
 
    Activities came and went, Lunch; where Altena had food thrown at her, Hockey; where Steel was hit in the crotch by a stray ball, the large inflatable water slide where 3 campers got injured and had to be taken to the nurse, and finally Swimming.
 
    By the time swimming came around, it was about 1:30. The sun was beating down overhead, and the question of which counselor would get changed came up. The answer was obvious. Altena would get changed and lead the campers out of the changing room when they were all done, then Steel would change. She was a girl after all, and she wasn’t allowed anywhere near the boys changing room.
 
    Once Steel walked onto the pool deck, both counselors were disappointed to see each other, not in only their bathing suits, but instead in boxer style swim trunks and their camp shirts. For Altena’s part she was told to either bring a more conservative bathing suit or wear her shirt, and seeing as a wood elf like her generally didn’t wear any clothes whatsoever when swimming, she elected the latter option. They both prepared to do fuckall for the next hour, as they stood in designated spots to make sure the children didn’t hit their heads while doing instructional swim, or God forbid, drown.
 
    The two would, of course, sneak glances at each other, Steel having a better time of it with his polarized sunglasses covering his eyes. He could see Altena’s eyes occasionally looking him over, though the exact reason why he could only guess at. Altena, on the other hand, was eyeing up his musculature. At least as much as she could make out. He was somewhat athletic, but his legs were really toned. He obviously never skipped leg day, as the humans said. His arms had tone to them as well, though less so then his legs. The worst part, for her at least, was the fact that his swimwear covered his crotch fairly well. 
 
    Steel could make out a lot more of her then she could of him. Her skin was a pale, creamy white; with thighs and legs any girl would kill for. All that not mentioning her breasts, which he assumed had to be held up by a sturdy bra to look as near perfect as they did. She was making a slight pouty face, which looked cute on her, and her eyes were a lovely light green color. Again, she looked like some shit right out of an anime, and a flawless 10 out of 10, had it not been for her long, pointed ears. However, she had proven herself to him as a decent person, and almost a friend, a bit shocking to him seeing as all the elves he knew of embodied the High Elf stereotype of haughty and self-absorbed. She was kind, friendly, outgoing and willing to help a complete stranger like himself. 
 
    The two were obviously hot for each other, with Steel being far less likely to admit that then Altena. The other counselors began talking among each other about if or when the two were going to start going out, and during dismissal, Ron even came over to the two and joked about them going at it after they got out. Steel flustered at the suggestion, while Altena just laughed. The joking gave her an idea. She had already sort of figured out that Steel would likely say yes if asked to do more or less anything.
 
    Thus, after the two were allowed to leave after 4:30, she came up to him as he opened his car door.
 
    “Steel, got a minute? I wanna talk to you about something.”
 
 
    He was a bit wary of the request, but he didn’t exactly have much reason to believe she would try anything to him. Thus, he placed his things in the car, and walked over to her car.
 
    “So, whaddya need? There a problem?”
 
    “No! No not at all. Actually the opposite. The other counselors told me about how you felt about elves earlier, and I wasn’t sure how you were gonna treat me. But you proved them wrong. And I wanted to thank you for doing all you could to help me.”
 
    She was blushing slightly, and Steel had an inkling of where this might be heading. 
 
    “Yeah, it’s no pro-”
 
 
    She cuts him off, fairly abruptly as well.
 
    “No, I want to thank you, like, I wanna repay the favor. Here, meet me here in a few minutes if you can, alright?”
 
    He stands there, now almost certain of what she was going for. The question was, did he want that too. His mind wandered to the fact he had resorted to downloading tinder on his phone, and realized that yes, he really shouldn’t fuck this up.
 
    “I mean, I don’t have much else to do...so sure.”
 
    She quickly pulls out a notepad and a pencil, one of those odd wood elf ones where it’s made out of a literal tree branch with the center turned to charcoal. She gives him the address, and after waving goodbye, she pulls out of the parking lot. He could swear the smell of pine cones got a bit stronger when she was upwind from him. Thus, Steel, after a few minutes, letting his parents know he’d be out for a little while longer, follows suit.
 
    He arrives after about ten minutes of driving, only to reach a dirt inlet road. Steel takes the road in, the suspension on his Murano doing a decent job of not jostling him around too much, until he makes it to a clearing. It was a gravel parking lot, and judging by the signs, the lot was for a small campground. Seeing Altena’s Altima parked off in one of the corners, he parks a bit away, and gets out. He walks over, and almost in response, one of the rear doors on the elf’s car opens up. Altena’s smiling face meets his gaze, and she motions for him to come in. As he gets closer, he really notices the strong smell of...Blackberries and Pine Cones. Weird.
 
    “So...what’s u-!”
 
    He barely gets the chance to speak before she practically drags the 19 year old inside. Steel finds himself pinned against the rear seats, laying down with Altena on top of him, her lips now locked with his. It was all very sudden, and at first he struggles against her grip. She was surprisingly strong for what he assumed, but he soon relents when he realizes what’s going on. 
 
He closes his eyes and pushes his head into hers. Soon they’re both full on making out, her tongue pushing into his mouth. Steel’s experience with kissing never really got this far, and lets her do what she wants for the moment. He wraps his arms around her, feeling her jump a slight bit before she relaxes. Her large, firm but soft chest presses into his own, and he can feel her now diamond hard nipples against his clothed body. 
 
    When she eventually pulls away from him, he finally speaks up.
 
    “You...already took your bra off?”
 
    She giggles in response.
“Well, I didn’t pull into camp this morning with one on, so…”
 
    She gives him a lewd smirk, and he realizes there was no magic elf bra fuckery going on. Her tits naturally were that perfect. Steel, being a boobs over butt guy, now sported an impressive hard on, and Altena could feel his erection brushing against her rear, which only aroused her further. It was at that moment when the blackberry smell got stronger did Steel realize what it meant.
 
“So...I, uh, I don’t have any condoms. Do...do you?”
 
She shook her head, and Steel shifted around the seat awkwardly.
 
“H-hey, but it’s ok, I’m not in heat! No risk today!”
 
Steel’s gaze shot back at her, very confused.
 
    “Elves...go into heat….the fuck are you, cats? Dogs?”
 
She laughed and shook her head, at the same time, she started pulling down her shorts. They weren’t anything special, regular adidas brand shorts. Steel looked past her breasts, now just barely off his chest, only to see she was going /k/ommando. No panties.
 
“Alright, what’s with you elves and not wearing underwear? Like, seriously, what the fu-”
 
    Steel is cut off by Altena kissing him again. Her tongue probing into his mouth. When she broke it off again, she smirked at him.
 
“You really have to stop asking questions I can just answer after we’re done.”
 
Steel was about to say something, but she was right. Sighing in resignment, he starts to remove his own pants, revealing his dick to her. She still had to turn around to see it, but what she was met with pleased her to no end. All 6 inches of it.
 
    “Mmm~ We’re gonna have fun tonight~”
 
She gave him another lewd look as she began to position herself over him.
 
    “Tonight? It’s like four fo-oooooooh fuck. Ok. Wow, it’s there. It’s in.”
 
Altena bites her lip as she inserts Steel’s dick inside of her. There’s a slight trickle of blood coming from it, though Steel knew exactly what that meant. However, it’s not visible for long as she leans onto him, pressing her body against his and whispering into his ear.
 
    “Looks like our free trial of virginity has expired.”
 
A look of abject horror grows on Steels face as he realizes what she just said. Meanwhile the elf is grinning like a mad woman.
 
    “Altena no…”
 
    “ALTENA YES!”
 
    She half-yells as she begins to ride him. She was tight, very tight; though that’s to be expected of an elven virgin. Steel had heard about how it felt, but actually experiencing it was a whole other thing. He gasped a bit as she sank lower onto him, bringing herself all the way down in a matter of seconds.
 
    “Fucking….hentai….quotes…Holy shit this feels great.”
 
    “D-damn right Steel.”
 
    She leans back down on him, wrapping her arms around him to pull him into a tight embrace. Steel places his hands on her waist, gently helping to guide her along as she moves along the length of his shaft.
 
He slowly starts thrusting back into her, in time with her own motions. Soon enough the two picked up the pace, and the car began to smell of human sweat and elf liquids. Steel and Altena were having the times of their lives, and they shared several passionate kisses as the act continued on.
 
“A-ah~ S-steel, I-I love you.”
 
Steel could feel the walls of her vag tighten as she reached orgasm, and he was impressed that she didn’t stop riding him. He didn’t have an idea of how it felt for her, but from the expression on her face as she looked down to him it was probably really good.
 
“I-I love you too.”
 
He smiled back up at her, before he grimaced. He was almost over the edge himself, and Altena could feel that. With a wicked look in her eyes, she quickly pushed herself down onto him, and she felt his dick twitch as it punched through her cervix before he came. 
 
    Steel would have made a lot of noise had Altena not delivered one last tongue filled kiss as he climaxed inside of her. He also recognized how lucky he was that elves had a heat cycle, because with a human girl there’d be a solid chance she’d have gotten pregnant from pulling something like this. After that stunt, Altena practically collapsed onto Steel, and the two rolled onto their sides.
 
    “How….how long were we...going at it for?”
 
    “I think...an hour maybe?”
 
    Steel’s blood ran cold. He hadn’t expected to be out that long, and sure enough, his phone had been blown up with texts from his parents asking where he was. He sighed, and started texting back.
 
“Hey, Altena, you wanna come back home with me for dinner?”