Over the Hills and Far Away
Copyright© 2025 by soopad00pa
Chapter 7
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Days passed and I had almost fucked everyone from the maidenhall and I had told the girls that today would be my day off - my dick needed to recuperate. I planned to spend the day exploring - I’d finally been given permission to wander freely and I hoped to get good and lost. I also needed some exercise that didn’t consist of only hip extensions.
I dressed in the same loose hippy pants that were de rigeur around here and a dark red tunic that left my arms bare. Still no shoes; another thing I hoped to secure today. Stepping out of my room to an empty hall made me smile - no guards. My chains felt a wee bit lighter today.
I was headed to the kitchens to get my own food, if I could find my way.
I did take several wrong turns to get there - it wouldn’t surprise me if it turned out there was some bullshit magic that moved the rooms around in this place - but the smells eventually guided me in. Everyone in the keep knew who I was - as far as I knew I was the only barbarian in residence - and while they weren’t happy to help me, they did help me.
A young boy grabbed what I asked for and even threw it all in a sack for me. I held out my fist and grinned my thanks and he grinned back in cheerful confusion. I gestured and pointed and bumped my own knuckles together until he got the idea and there it was - the first fist bump on another world! Most of the younger slaves only spoke Sidhen so it was all caveman sign language and guesswork.
I did know how to get to the courtyard from here - it was probably the straightest shot in this maze - so I headed that way. I passed a few slaves along the way and waved at them cheerfully. They just stared back expressionlessly for the most part. Not hostile exactly, but far from friendly. I chalked it up to cultural differences and didn’t let it bother me, not that I gave a fuck what these pasty midgets think of me.
Once in the courtyard, I climbed the steps to the top of the wall, waving to a guard who inclined his head my way. I sat on the parapet, my feet dangling over the edge, and opened my sack. The sun was still low and it was cool. It never got hot but midday was pretty toasty. Fionnuala had said the Winter Court’s power ebbed and flowed with the seasons and they were strongest in the winter. Not entirely sure what she meant by that - magic, I assumed, but maybe it was political power too. I got the sense there was some tension between the Winter and Summer courts.
I chewed on a hunk of bread that was much like a sourdough - crusty and chewy - and a chunk of cheese that was tangy like a bleu. I had an apple as well. It was one of the few things I’d eaten that seemed exactly like home. Bouncing my heels on the stone wall as I ate, I was actually a little lost as to what to do with myself now that I had something akin to freedom.
First thing I did was turn my cotton sack into a hands free bag. I scored a bit of rope from one of the workers in the yard and dropping a rock in the bottom corner of the bag, I tied a knot around it, trapping the rock and securing the rope. Then I tied a clove hitch around the neck of the sack, making a shoulder strap.
Slinging my fancy new lunch box over my shoulder, I thought about where to go. I knew there were many passages and tunnels deep in the castle to explore, but I’d been cooped up long enough. I decided to risk my feet and head into the forest - I’d been fine with Fionnuala. I’d find someone to ask about shoes later. Impatient and impulsive? Never...
I tossed a jaunty salute to the guards as I headed out the gate. The castle was surrounded by a couple hundred yards of lush grass - I imagined it was the length of a comfortable bow shot. There was a road that led into the trees, just a dirt track wide enough for a wagon, as evidenced by the ruts that were a wheelbase apart. We hadn’t taken the road, Fee and I, but headed directly into the trees after walking about halfway around the outside of the keep. I decided to take the road for a bit and then duck into the trees once I saw something worth seeing.
The road was worn smooth and comfortable on my bare feet. I imagined it got pretty mucky after a rain, but it made for easy traveling right now. I stretched my legs and enjoyed the feeling of movement - everyone here was so short, I had to shrink my steps or leave them behind. The road ran directly into the sun. I assume that meant east, but maybe it was different in fairylandia. For about a half hour I just enjoyed the sun on my face and my feet in the dirt. I occasionally saw birds I didn’t recognize and heard even more. I didn’t see any other people.
I’d been looking for something interesting to divert me from the road but nothing stood out. Almost all of the trees were epic and if by themselves back home, would’ve gotten their own marker on google maps. They were improbably large and sprawling for being so close together; I could only imagine that it was more magic seeping into everything and that the rules I knew wouldn’t apply. I finally just decided to duck into the forest and spiral my way back toward Aethenfall. If I kept the sun at my back, I’d find it or the road eventually.
Once under the shade of the trees, the ground was covered in soft moss. I spent almost as much time clambering along low hanging limbs as I did on the ground. It was fun, feeling a bit like Tarzan. There were even sturdy vines hanging down, but nowhere to swing with all the limbs. The canopy above was dense with lush, interwoven branches and the air was cool and dark and moist. I didn’t see any flowers or fruit but I smelled them all around me.
After about ten minutes into the jungle, I began to catch glimpses of movement. More birds, flitting from branch to branch. Squirrel-ish critters flitting by in the corner of my eye, even chittering at me sometimes. I wandered like this for at least an hour, being careful to keep the sun either on my right or behind me as I went. I didn’t want to get lost and look like a fool, or worse, have my alone time revoked.
I stopped to open my sack and have a drink and once I was still, I heard running water ahead. I took a couple of long pulls from my bottle and then tied my bag back up. I moved forward carefully, stopping to listen every few steps, both to confirm my direction and to listen for anything out of the ordinary - water drew all kinds of things.
About a hundred meters later I came to a small creek. The moss gave way to ferns along its bank and I worked my way up to the edge. It was only a few feet wide and maybe a foot or so deep but the water looked cool and clear. Scooping my hand in confirmed that - well, cold and clear - and I brought it to my lips for a taste. Fresh and clean. Not that I drank a lot - I knew about cooties. Or rather, I didn’t know about magic cooties.
I rolled up my pants and stepped into the stream, the brisk water bracing and invigorating. I walked downstream, feeling the smooth rocks underfoot threatening my balance. This reminded me of camping as a kid and creek hopping, looking for crawdads in North Carolina. I had to duck under or hop the occasional limb and soon I came to a sizable pool.
I was about to rush in and check its suitability as a swimming hole when I heard the noise. I stopped and listened carefully, peering into the trees above the pool. There were things clashing and tumbling among the branches and I eased forward to get a better view.
A couple of the not-quite-squirrels were squared off against a couple of the big boobed pixies. More than a couple of rodents actually - there was another handful of them above looking for an opening to pounce.
I squatted down, the cold water making itself known on my junk, and fished a couple of pebbles out of the creek. I took a couple of steps to my left to get a better angle and then let fly a stone at the squirrelly things looming above. The rock hit a limb and startled everyone and I followed it immediately with another rock that knocked one of the furballs off the branch - it bounced off another limb and splashed into the pool and began a mad, splashing scramble for shore.
“Get on outta here! Get!” I yelled, cocking back with another rock and they got gone. All of em, the furry things scampering away along the branches and the busty bitty ladies flying up into the trees.
Looking around, it seemed I had the place to myself, so I set my bag on a big flat rock at the edge of the pool and folded my shirt alongside it. After a bit of thought, I climbed out of my pants too. I didn’t want to walk back with wet pants chafing my balls.
There was a little bit of sun cutting through the trees - they were thinner here because of the pool - and it really was an idyllic setting. Mossy rocks and ferns, crystal clear water, and gnarled limbs wandering to and fro. The shafts of light cut through the leaves and reflected on the surface of the water, scattering the gloom.
I explored the pool. It was about twenty-five feet across, roughly circular, and near the center it was up to my chin. Being fully submerged let me know just how cold the water was. I dunked under briefly, swimming a couple of strokes and settled on a broad, black rock near my stuff. A few rays of sun reached down, creating warm spots on my body where they touched me. I stretched out to dry and looked up into the canopy just in time to catch a flash of motion above me.
It was small so I didn’t react - it was either the squirrelly things or the pixies and I was pretty sure I could defend myself from either if need be. I waited, eyes mostly closed, peeking through the seam of my lids. Pixies. I saw two tiny heads poke over the edge of a branch overhead. I stayed very still, breathing slowly, quietly.
The first thing I noticed was that the sun had shifted - it was much darker and I was cold. The next thing I noticed was the swarm of pixies on my dick - in my defense, I felt sluggish, almost drunk.
“Wha da fuuuu,” I mumbled, my mouth dry. “Hey!” I swatted at the tiny little women and they scattered from my slimy erection. “The fuck are you doin!?”
They swarmed around me just out of reach as I sat up, my head spinning and my equilibrium tilting. There was a whooshing in my ears. Were these little bitches trying to rape me? I squeezed my head in my palms trying to slow the spinning.
One of the tiny women settled on my knee and stomped to get my attention. I looked up and tried to focus. She chittered and gestured with open arms, perhaps trying to placate me. The others continued to circle, but slower now.
“I have no idea what you want,” I muttered. She hopped off my knee and landed on the head of my cock, which twitched, almost bouncing her off. “Are you kidding me? It. Won’t. Fit.” She stepped off and slid down my shaft, wings fluttering for balance, arms and legs wrapping around my cock as far as they could.
This was fucking ridiculous. I couldn’t help it and I laughed, my body shaking and her clinging desperately to my cock as it bounced. Which made me laugh harder. She gave up and flew up right in my face, looking angry but that kind of angry that you use to keep from trying not to laugh. Finally she broke and hovered inches from my face, giggling with her hands over her mouth.
I got a good look at her curvy little body and I sure as hell wished it would fit. Her tits were full and high and capped with the tiniest, dark nipples. Her hips swelled to carry a pert, juicy ass. Her hair was long and curly and pale blue and her face was strong featured, but very pretty. Almost the classic roman profile. Her instagram account would have millions of followers.
This had to be the strangest position I’d ever found myself in and considering what was happening in my life now, that was something. What the hell, I decided, leaning back onto my elbows and stretching my legs out. The pixie let out an excited whoop and zipped right up to my nose to give me the world’s tiniest kiss. She chattered at me excitedly and then landed on my belly, facing my still turgid cock. The others descended to land on my thighs and belly, all waving and blowing kisses to me.