Over the Hills and Far Away
Copyright© 2025 by soopad00pa
Chapter 6
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
I’d gotten answers but as is so often the case, they led to more questions. Fionnuala had said she’d check back in on me soon to continue my education but that now I should focus on my ‘work.’ She’d parted ways when we returned to the courtyard, a couple of new guards taking over escort duties and showing me to my quarters.
I was lying on my bed pondering my circumstances when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I called and the door cracked open and Nye’s head poked in.
“M’lord, may I enter?” I crooked my finger at her.
“I just said so, Nye.” I had to remember to be patient with these girls - they were literally bred to be subservient. “I do appreciate you knocking, though.”
She stood by the edge of my bed, hands clasped in front, eyes down. “Did you get your answers, Nick?” she whispered. I gestured her into the bed and she kneewalked across the mattress and lay curled up on my side.
“I did,” I murmured into the top of her head.
“I am sorry I am not allowed to answer, m’lord,” her small voice was mournful.
“It’s ok. I get it now.” I stroked her hair for a bit. “What’s up?”
She turned her face to me. “I am here to see if you would like another Na Caomhain.” Pronounced Na Kwee-vawn, Fionnuala had also explained some of the peculiarities of this term - it meant gentle or beloved ones and it referred to the slaves they bred and trained from birth to be broodmares. Almost everyone I’d seen here was a slave of some sort - all of the pale haired folk. It put my situation in perspective and while I felt a kind of melancholy about the whole thing, I could feel the spark of anger beneath it all.
“Not just this moment, little one,” I sighed. She tucked her chin into my chest. She was in some way responsible for my performance and would be judged accordingly. Luck of the draw had put something of a target on her back. “I think this evening, after dinner.”
She nodded into my chest and I felt her relax a bit. “Will you come to choose?”
“Tell you what - you pick. Or better yet, ask for a volunteer and come with her.”
“Yes, Nick,” she whispered and hugged me close.
“I saw some more of the tiny faeries when I was outside, in the trees.” I changed the subject. “I haven’t seen Brrzt in a while...”
“She spends most of her time in the forest. I can summon her if you wish.”
“Nah,” I said. “Just curious. She seemed so motherly that first night.”
“She is a good friend,” Niarah climbed atop me and lay on her belly on my chest, resting her chin on her folded arms so we were face to face. “The maidenhall is sisterly but not ... friendly.”
“I maybe get that,” I answered, stroking her back lightly. “I was in a similar situation years ago.” I spent a few years in the Navy aboard a destroyer. The interpersonal dynamics were complicated.
“With all the training you guys got, I get that you never had sex with a man, but do you guys ever ... fool around?” I squeezed her butt as I said that.
Nye blushed but didn’t look away. “M’lord, I had never been touched ... that way ... until you.”
“Never? Not even your own hands?”
“It is forbidden, m’lord.” Her eyes cut away.
“I saw you touching yourself when I fucked Mirelle,” I smiled.
“Sometimes I do touch,” she whispered, her blush deepening. “Even so, it is not allowed.”
“But now that you’re mine, nothing is forbidden,” I said firmly.
“We may not refuse you anything ... Nick,” she gazed into my eyes with blissful, innocent adoration.
“Actually, you may,” I said. “I can be ... aggressive sometimes. I’ll try not to abuse you guys, though.” I craned my neck to kiss her forehead.
I begged off going to the dining hall, instead remaining in my quarters. Niarah brought me a tray just before sunset and I ate alone on the balcony watching the day fade. I didn’t have a view of the sunset, but watching the shadows overtake the forest was nice enough I suppose.
I was waiting for my mind to rebel or my temper to take control. I was in another world, a prisoner of an alien race. I wouldn’t say I was the most self-aware guy around but I’d been me for almost thirty five years - long enough to know that I didn’t do well with authority. Still, as Fionnuala said, there was nowhere to go, so I needed to wait for the opportune moment.
Fucking magic. After she waved that rainbow into existence I’d asked for more - who wouldn’t? She obliged with a couple of small tricks - a breath of wind that smelled of fresh bread and carried leaves in jaunty dance, a flame in her palm, and lifting a few pebbles into orbit around us.
As we’d walked the edge of the forest, I babbled about how amazing she was, a real wizard. She basked in my attention for a time and then grew bored of it. As did I, but I couldn’t help fawning. My mind was a little bit blown. Luckily a couple of Teg roused me from my bootlicking, circling overhead before landing in her palms and curtsying. I looked closely - these were also curvy women. They looked older than everyone I’d met here - perhaps late twenties - and were stereotypical pinup girls in shape. Much more my taste, except for the being three or four inches tall bit.
After chittering with the inky-haired beauty for a minute or two, they flew off into the trees, briefly hovering with their big, tiny tits inches from my face before zooming away.
“That’s gonna take getting used to,” I mused.
“They said you are handsome and bemoan that you are too large to take liberties with,” she chuckled.
“Well, they are quite, uh, appealing,” I said, unaccountably embarrassed. This girl had me off balance. “Are they all so...?” I wiggled my fingers in front of my chest.
“Indeed.” Did I detect a hint of bitterness? Odd to think that even the most gorgeous women can be self-conscious.
The sky had turned to dark purple, the light all but gone. I went in to bathe before my guests arrived. The water was still the perfect temperature and now I knew how some things worked around here. I was scrubbing my hairy balls in a magical pool. This time I was quick and workmanlike, as I usually am when on my own. The only delay came from picking through the pile of bottles, finally finding one that smelled of pine and lemon. Good enough.
I threw on a robe and sat on the couch in my front room waiting. I missed my phone and the internet. I’d been alone with my thoughts long enough today. If the girls didn’t show soon I’d just go to them. Maybe they had some books in English...
There was a soft knock at the door. I leaned back on the couch and crossed my legs. “Enter,” I called.
Niarah walked in, holding the door. The new girl entered slowly, cautiously, eyes on the floor. I wasn’t sure which one she was. She wore the plain shift and her pale hair was down - it had a slight wave to it. She was a touch taller than Niarah, her hips a bit narrower, her breasts perhaps a bit fuller. Very pretty in that young innocent way they all had.
“M’lord,” Nye began, “I present to you Fellacia.” I struggled mightily to not laugh out loud - fellatio? The girl gave me a graceful curtsy and met my eyes upon standing. Her eyes were also the same bright green of Mirelle’s, though her face was narrower with a little doll nose and chin.
I stood, towering over them, and held out my hand. “Fellacia,” I said with a grin perhaps a bit more mirthful than was appropriate. “I’m Nick.” She placed her hand in mine and let me give it a couple of pumps. “Please, make yourself at home.” I gestured to my rooms. “Nye, can I offer either of you anything?”
“No thank you, m’lord,” she also curtsied. “We have both supped.” We all stood awkwardly.
“We need a better way to break the ice,” I laughed. “Do you have anything you’d like to ask me?”
Fellacia blinked, a deer in headlights. “Mirelle has quickened!” Niarah blurted out.
“Well, that’s good news,” I grinned at them both, rubbing my hands together. “Shall we try to make it three for three?”
Niarah traipsed into my bedroom and sat at the foot of the bed. I guided Fellacia to the bed, my hand on the small of her back. As we stood by the bed, I lifted her plain dress over her head, her arms lifting her already perky tits higher. She stood naked and nervous before me and I found I couldn’t resist taking her at her namesake and pressed gently downward on her shoulders.
She caught on and was on her knees looking up at me. I untied my robe, letting it fall, my half hard cock hanging just above her face. Her eyes went to it immediately and her fingers reached for me. Her touch was tentative, just the barest brush of her nails, and my cock bounced for her. She giggled and looked up at me. I smiled down at her as she gently wrapped my shaft in her slim, cool fingers.
“Go on,” encouraged Nye. The skin of her chest and neck was flushed pink, her breathing shallow.
With exaggerated care Fellacia took the head of my swelling cock into her mouth, having to follow it up as it rose. The feeling of her cool, soft mouth was exquisite and when I felt her tongue curl around my glans, stroking me gently, I groaned.
I saw Niarah’s fingers trace up her leg to the junction of her thighs, the fabric bunching. “Take it off,” I commanded and she did, quickly. Leaning back into the post of the bed, one foot on the floor, her other knee up, her tiny cunt splayed out before me, she dragged her delicate fingertips along the flesh of her inner thighs, teasing.
Fellacia took more of me in her mouth, her head moving back and forth with her efforts. She watched me closely as she worked and my eyes traveled back and forth between the pretty girl sucking my cock and the lovely, nude nymph sprawling on my bed, rubbing her moist slit.
Fellacia’s mouth was making sloppy, splashing noises as she took more and more of my cock in her mouth. “You are well trained, girl,” I said to her, cupping her head in my hands. She smiled around my shaft but didn’t stop. Nye’s eyes were fixed on the junction of cock and mouth and her breath was ragged and her fingers faster.
“OK, stop!” I said. Both girls froze. “Good. Fellacia, on the bed. Nye, next to her.” I stood, throbbing, saliva dripping from my hard-on onto the floor as I waited for them. I gave them directions until their delicate, hairless lower lips faced me and they were hip to hip, legs in the air. Nye’s cunt was pink and shining with moisture run amok. Fellacia’s lips were puffy and there was a single pearl of fluid gleaming at her entrance.
I crawled on the bed and ran my tongue through Niarah’s labia tasting her fresh, minty juices. She groaned and her thighs pressed into my ears and then I was gone. I settled just in front of Fellacia’s tiny hole, watching closely as the drop of fluid that had gathered began to trickle ever so slowly down her tender flesh. I reached over to Niarah and stroked her clit slowly with my fingertip.