Over the Hills and Far Away
Copyright© 2025 by soopad00pa
Chapter 2
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A shady character ends up in a strange land and is tasked with strengthening their bloodline by impregnating selected candidates.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Magic Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Masturbation Pregnancy
We did indeed enjoy round two, just to be thorough. There was no urgency in our second coupling - it was playful with both of us exploring the other. She was eager to put her theoretical knowledge into practice and I was more than happy to be her test dummy. Eventually, our tryst came to an end with the both of us satiated and exhausted. And starving. I lay on my back with her curled up against my side, her fingers twisting the hair on my chest. Brrzt sat perched on Niarah’s hip, barely aglow.
“Niarah, I’m starving and thirsty and still have questions,” I murmured into the top of her head as I stroked up and down her spine.
“Oh forgive me, m’lord!” she pushed herself up using a hand on my chest. “Allow me to attend you!” She scrambled for her smock and I watched her lithe form disappear inside it. She made a half-hearted attempt to straighten her hair and started for the door, then reversed course to bend over me and give me a quick peck on the lips. And like that she and the Brat were gone, leaving me in the dark.
“Well, shit,” I said to myself. I stood up and stretched as best as I could under the low ceiling, and pulled on my jeans. I was pulling on my shirt and pacing in a circle when the door opened and Niarah ushered in an even younger, smaller girl dressed similarly and carrying a tray of food and a pitcher. This girl kept her eyes downcast and didn’t speak, rushing out as soon as she set the tray on the bed, but with the brief glimpse I got, they could be sisters.
“Please sit, m’lord,” Niarah gestured to the bed. I sat and she stepped close to me, standing between my legs. With her standing and me sitting, we were just about face to face. The buxom lightbulb hovered just above us.
Niarah picked up a bundle of grapes and fed them to me one at a time with her slender, delicate fingers. My guts rumbled, eliciting a giggle. Then came cheese that I didn’t recognize - it was sharp like cheddar but soft, with a melony aftertaste. The tray had a boule of bread and slices of meat as well as lots of fruit and cheese and I was eager to get to the more substantial bits, but quelled my impatience and tried to enjoy her attention. It certainly wasn’t a hardship to have a beautiful girl I’d just thoroughly fucked finger feed me.
She handed me the pitcher - apparently I was to sip on my own. It was some kind of alcohol - bittersweet and light. I’d never had mead, but I imagined it might be similar. I tasted honey in there somewhere. I took a couple of long slugs and set the pitcher aside just in time for her to press a juicy slice of meat against my lips. All in all the food was rustic but delicious and in time I was satisfied and told her so.
She beamed at me and I pulled her close for another kiss, gripping her small, plump ass in my hands. “I am pleased to have pleased you, m’lord,” she said around my lips, her arms draped behind my neck.
“Nick,” I said. “My name is Nick, not lord.”
“Nick,” she whispered. She pronounced it with a sharp tchk at the end. “I will not forget, but it is not proper for me to address you as such.”
“Why not?” I asked her, nipping at her neck. She sighed and leaned against me for a moment before straightening.
“I cannot keep you to myself any longer, for I am not to answer your questions and you have earned your answers ... Nick.” She looked at me slyly under her lashes as she said my name and then backed away to the door, once again taking the light with her.
I lay in the dark waiting, wondering what came next. Such a strange turn of events and I hadn’t given much consideration to all the things that didn’t add up. Like a fucking fairy. And as pleasant of a diversion Niarah had been, I recognized that I was likely a prisoner and I worked not to let my anger take over. I had been a pretty hot-headed youth and it was a thing I still struggled with. The last thing I wanted was to lose control of my temper in a situation where I was tremendously disadvantaged.
While I was mulling over the possibilities, the door swung open and two men appeared. They were armed with long knives and wore bright red tunics with some complicated embroidery. What looked like some kind of armor peeked out from under their clothes. At least the knives were sheathed and not pointed at me. Niarah was the carrot and here was the stick.
“M’lord,” the one on the right spoke with that same unidentifiable accent. “If you would be so kind as to accompany us.”
I swung my feet to the floor and stood carefully, giving them no reason to think I was aggressive. “Certainly, gentlemen.”
We walked along a wide stone hall, the ceiling only slightly higher than my cell’s, a guard on each side of me, one a half step ahead, the other a half step behind. Each man was of a type similar to Niarah - pale skin and light hair, fine featured. Where she was slight, it would be more accurate to call them lean and they moved with the assurance of men that understood violence. They were quite short, only inches taller than tiny Niarah.
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