Sent Never To Return Stand Alone

Authors note - Saw some art a while ago that embedded in my brain. Decided to write something as this genre is niche as hell. This is completely unrelated to my main story series and its a fetish i'm a bit skittish over. If it gets good reception, I could do more work like it but otherwise, enjoy. Contains micro-doms and docking. You've been warned!

Sent To Never Return

I'm three days into my order and I have the distinct feeling that the king's orders were not what they seemed. The maps were correct- up until a point. Now I'm still heading east and there is no sign of our esteemed allies lands. And I'm being followed.

Not by anything big.

I can hear a gentle buzzing, there is glitter in the corners of my eye. I'm being followed by something distinctly small.

I'm currently sitting at my make-shift camp for the evening, still wearing my rune etched plate-mail, my sword strapped across my back. The sun's amber gaze is pouring through the canopy, high above me. The forest is not what I was told as a child, I was told never to stray into it, for beasts and monsters alike prowl its interior. The king sought to guard its border, preventing anyone without access from entering. Instead, the forest is peaceful and quiet, barely a whisper in the wind.

But something is watching me. There are whispers in the wind. Quiet ones.

They're talking about me.

I was ordered to travel alone, a weird request for a knight of my calibre. I've served the king since I was 15, that's ten years of loyal service and I'm one the best fighters on this side of the continent. I'm usually tasked with guarding our diplomats, part of the king's guard. But today, I have the distinct impression I was sent into the forest to never return, and I don't know why.

Out of the corner of my eye- again. Glitter and a giggle, barely audible.

I stand from my log I was perched on and yell into the trees, but nothing responds.

I feel a presence behind me, a vibration in the air.

I spin and draw my sword and-

And-

A... A fairy?

A small, petite woman, barely larger than 4-5 inches tall. A pair of glowing, glittering wings flap on her back, keeping her suspended in the air. She plucks at her chin in thought, watching me closely.

She's dressed in... scouts clothes? Covered in tiny pockets and minunate but intricately detailed leather-like armour, likely magic. A short, blonde bob cut frames her pretty, milky white face and big emerald eyes, still staring at me.

I go to address her but she flicks her arm out and I'm sent hurtling backwards, thudding against a thick tree trunk behind me. My armour is locked, frozen around my body and I've lost sight of her. My heart thumps in my chest, I've heard things... about these fairies. Seldom told stories of their power. Despite their tiny size, they are ferociously powerful.

I hear a gentle *tink* on my left side, through my helmet and suddenly, her face appears from the corner right of my helmet's visor.

"Uhm, hello?" I ask, my eyes locked on her. She peers around the inside of my helm as if she was looking to buy a new home, curious but uninterested at the same time, as if she was trying to hide something.

She doesn't respond.

Instead, she disappears from my view for a brief moment with the gentle flutter of her wings and I feel an intense build-up of magic from outside my vision.

This is the end. It must be. I was sent to die to these?

The air buzzes and a huge blue pulse ripples through the air. My skin goes warm and I can feel a soft breeze over my skin...

Death?

No, not even close. My face flushes red as my armour and clothes are melted away, disappearing into blue wisps and floating off to the east in a deliberate stream. I barely have a moment to think before she lands on me, just below my neck and slides down the length of my torso, her tiny hands soft but confident as she descends down me until landing right on the top of my limp penis, examining its length.

"W-What are you-"

She turns back and glares up at me, disapproving.

With a snap of her fingers, my voice is suddenly sealed, words unable to escape. I can breathe, I can move my jaw, but I simply cannot vocalise anything.

Point made.

She nods upon hearing my quiet croak, and turns back, snapping her attention back to my member. She flutters on her wings and strokes down the length of its side, eventually coming to its tip. I twitch slightly under her touch, still fearful but her gentle touch is warming me. I can feel a relaxing warmth slowly spreading through my member, emanating from where she touched me, loosening me, relaxing me.

She licks her lips and presses her face into the tip of my cock, licking the "lips" of my urethra, I vibrate visibly, trapped by her magic and my dick twitches again.

It felt good. Better than it should have.

She does it again, running her tiny tongue around the border of my cockhole, pushing a little inside it, coating it in her saliva.

My dick thickens, beginning to erect, but she quickly slaps the tip of it as it does, startling me. I can barely see an evil grin on her face as she briefly stares up at me, making eye-contact with me...

I don't know what that means...

Suddenly, she unbuttons her pants, spitting onto her hand and to my surprise, she pulls out a dick of her own! She quickly rubs her shaft and I can see she's already erect, her size is in proportion to her, maybe only a centimetre or two long. I feel a ping of anxiety rush through me as she grabs the head of my cock, wrapping her arms around and under the head and presses her pelvis against the tip.

I feel a sharp stinging pain as she presses inside me, her dick quickly and smoothly entering mine. The pain persists for a few thrusts as I see her wings flapping to angle herself better. She spares no thought for my member, wrestling the tip and body into a better position for her and quickly giving me a cheeky wink as the pain begins to fade and a pleasant, excited feeling replaces it.

She's stronger than she looks, wrestling my still limp cock between her arms and pulling the tip down, perfectly in line with her little dick.

What the hell is going on?

She begins to thrust her dick in and out of mine, giggling to herself as her dick violates mine, lubed only by her spit. She fucks it relentlessly, throwing her had back in pleasure as I feel a little dribble of warmth from within.

She pulls out quickly and licks the fluid dripping from my tip, apparently happy with herself. I don't know how to feel. That was painful... was being the key word. Towards the end, it actually felt...

No, I don't want to say it.

She quickly replaces her dick back into her pants, presses her fingers to her lips and makes a "shhh" motion at me, before giving me a final cheeky wink and lifting off from my manhood, which was starting to thicken before being left alone again.

She floats in front of me, casually, her eyes scanning over my body, my scars. But before I can think too long, I hear more noise. A magic distortion opens up in front of me and from nothing, two more fairies suddenly appear.

Slightly larger than the first, they are dressed more like... technicians? Leather clothes covered in pouches again but less like armour than the first. They both have a pair of tiny goggles on their head and several rings of their fingers, with a slightly industrial looking magic wand strapped to their thighs and several multi-coloured vials attached to their belt. Their wings are shorter and wide compared to the first.

They both fly up to me, looking at me in the same way as the first one did, before whispering something to one another. They then look down to my dick, look back up at each-other and whisper something else, much more excitedly this time.

This isn't going to get any better, is it?

The two of them suddenly drop down to my manhood, the first fairy still just casually around me. They snap their fingers and an intricate wooden platform is summoned just under it. One of them begins to see to the summoned device, slowly waving her arms back and forth in front of it as the other inspects me once again. Her hands feel a little rougher than the first fairy but her touch is much more controlled and precise.

She traces the vague outline of my veins, visible under the skin, her touch cold and surprisingly alluring.

Suddenly, the platform rises and catches my manhood on top of it. There is a cut-out for my balls to hang through but otherwise my cock appears to be sitting in a channel in the middle of the "tray" I suppose. I can barely see an outline of blue and pink runes running around the edge of the tray but I have no time to contemplate them as the two technicians handle my dick together, laying it out flat in the channel with a great deal of care.

Then they fly to the front and pull my foreskin back together, slowly rolling its heft backwards and exposing my glands. One of them gives me a gentle rub on the top and pulls a vial from her belt, a blue one.

She pours the fluid over the tip of my dick, which is slowly starting to thicken again from the attention, despite my best efforts.

It's cold at first but rapidly warms, dribbling down the head of my dick. She rubs it in with an arousing indifference, as if I'm another job on her list. I... I did not expect that to be arousing.

My dick continues to thicken, filling the trench it's sitting in rapidly. The technicians both turn to each-other and speak in a language I don't understand but they sound... They sound excited!

I don't know what's going on once again but the technicians suddenly jump into action. One of them stands at the head of my dick whilst the other taps on her wand and I see a series of blue bands appear around the length of my dick, running across its width.

The technician in front of me unbuttons her pants now... I think I see where this is going...

Suddenly, I feel the platform shift under me, my cock is no longer sitting directly on it, but instead being held in place by these magic blue bands, hovering in place.

I feel my face flush red as despite myself, I'm still aroused. My dick continues to fill and thicken but as it tries to stand up, I feel the magic hold it down.

I'm allowed to be erect it seems, but they want my cock out flat, not standing up... I can only imagine why.

The technician at the front finally finishes unbuttoning her overalls and her cock flops out-

It is significantly larger than the scout's dick from before... Maybe an inch or so? Thicker too.

She pulls another vial, a pink one this time and pours it generously over her length, coating it fully.

The technician to the side of my cock holds her hands above my length, her fingers precisely looped into the magic and I can feel the platform shifting slightly until the technician at my front lines up with me... dick to dick.

She places her hands on the sides on my bellend, holding it firmly and gently, ever-so-gently, pushes her cock forward.

It quickly meets my cockhole and slips in, still small enough to do it easily but I can feel the difference immediately.

But to my surprise, there was no pain. Not even a little.

It felt good.

Really good.

But my bright red face is not their concern, the technician slowly bottoms out, pushing her cock in with all the care in the world, watching the other technician closely but I feel the bump of her tiny hips against the end of my cock.

They speak again, quickly, and the second technician adjusts her pose, plucking at the magic. Some of the blue loops around my dick move and adjust, I try and resist, closing my eyes but it makes it worse, I'm almost at full mast now, always more of a grower and I hear them chat excitedly once more.

The magic shifts and the platform enlarges to ensure my dick fits on it comfortably, including width, despite my shaft being levitated off it.

I've now just realised-

The platform isn't for me.

It's for them.

Before I can make any further logical deductions, the technician begins to pump her length back and forth within me, slowly and precisely, whilst staring at the other, communicating silently.

The feeling is like nothing I've ever experienced and despite everything, it feels good. Better than it has any right to.

She pistols her cock and forth, a dribble of pink fluid running down my tip. The restraining bands continue to adjust, becoming more comfortable but more tight at the same time.

She never once changes pace or loses focus, she just pumps it back and forth, all the way in and all the way out. From tip to tip, to head to hips. Pleasure starts to course through my body, shamefully. The scout casually circling around me catches my eye as I try to look away. She's smirking and I see her reach towards her pants again. She's loving it. And I think I might be too.

Without warning, I feel a warmth inside my cock again, a gooey, satisfying warmth and spreads through the body of my shaft, making it feel pliable and workable.

The technician pulls her cock out, wiping her forehead free of sweat and I see a milky, thick fluid dripping from her manhood. The two technicians give each-other a thumbs up and take a new position, right next to my balls. I can't see what they're doing now but I can feel their hands running over my nuts and they pour a fuzzy feeling fluid over them.

I hear another magical burst and another group of fairies teleport into my camp. There's a squad of them now, these ones are armed with swords and dressed in surprisingly heavy looking plate armour and helmets, but are similar in stature to the technicians, with a darker, more olive tone to their skin and cocks.

They spot me immediately and fly over the platform, organising themselves into a line, starting at my dick. Each of them unbelt their armour and each of them has a pecker of their own. All a little different, some thicker, some a little longer, but around the same size as the technicians once again.

I hate myself for this, but I feel... excited... for how this might turn out.

One by one, they take their turns with me.

It doesn't take any of them particularly long, maybe a minute or two. But my completely erect cock is firmly locked in place, hovering at the perfect height for them.

They shove themselves in, harshly, compared to the technicians. Some of them spit on me first, some of them push their fingers into my hole, some of them slap my engorged cock as they rut with it.

Some hold the sides, others try to get a grip on the "lip" of my head, where it meets the shaft. Others just pound my hole relentlessly.

Every time they finish, I feel a small rush of warmth a little over a third of the way down my cock. The whole time, the technicians are rubbing my balls softly, applying more ointment to them, they feel... full. Really full.

It only takes around 20 minutes or so to see the whole squad pump my cock, one after the other, they all take their turn but depart sharply after they're done.

In the blink of an eye, they disappear. Ten fairies just fucked me and now they're gone...?

The technicians spring to life as the last one finishes. They fetch small silken clothes and completely clean my cock of all the spit and jizz left over, just their cleaning feels... amazing... They pour another potion over me, a purple one now, but they ensure they work it into the tip of my cock, it quickly disappears as it's absorbed into me and I swear I see my cock expand a little. Not by much, maybe just 10% more? But it's bigger, I swear.

I don't know how to feel, the technicians keep rubbing my cock down, ensuring my foreskin is pulled back, my balls are looked after and that it's in immaculate condition. Somehow, I feel used but respected at the same time? Don't ask. But my cock is feeling incredible, if a little pent up now. Despite being ran on by a train of cock lugging fairies, it's no worse for wear and actively looks... healthy...? I don't know.

But it's big and it's throbbing.

I kinda...

I kinda want more.

I hear more warp in, a couple of guards on either flank of a better dressed one. She's bigger than the others.

In both ways.

She's a redhead, with frizzy, wild ginger hair, maybe 8-9 inches tall? She's wearing a summery dress and has kind, ruby red eyes, as well as a smattering of freckles over her white skin. She stares directly at me and smiles, shaking her hair out as she slowly approaches, her guards landing on the platform and waiting.

She cups her hands to her face as our eyes meet and she blushes madly. Not a single word escapes her mouth though as she reaches down, her long wings beating furiously, as picks up her skirt.

She...

She is packing. We're not in earthly, human proportions anymore. Her cock, perfectly hidden by her dress, must stretch down to at least her knee, if not longer, and it's not even erect. Under it, a massive pair of balls hangs low, oversized compared to her body.

She strips in front of me, her dress melting away. She has a set of perky tits with tiny pink nipples, maybe a C-cup by human proportions, her crystal skin covered in ginger freckles. She waves at me cutely before gently landing on the platform, the dress materialising in the hands of one of her guards.

The princess slowly pumps the length of her giant cock, way larger than any of the others, and presses the tip of it against my hole. It has a thicker tip and mid-section, slimming towards its base.

I feel a wave of excitement course through me, my skin tingling at her touch.

Her guards come forward and pour a pink fluid over her dick as it's pressed so tantalisingly against the tip of mine, covering her thick length completely.

She bites her lip and looks up at me, visibly buzzing as her fat tip quivers against mine.

She wants me.

I can't reply to her, but gods my mind is breaking, I want it. If it's anything like the others...

Slowly, she pushes her hips forward, our dicks pressing against one another, battling. But I do not win this, as she slowly slides her thick length into mine, stretching out my cockhole as it tightly grips her.

I am lost, this should be agony.

But it's heaven. My cock slowly accepts her length as she presses herself in, gods, her balls aren't that much smaller than mine! What are these creatures?!

Her wings flap and beat as she eventually bottoms out, her cock visibly filling mine.

She looks like she's enjoying it more than me, as she presses her hips against the tip of my cock, she leans over and lies on my length, pressing kiss after kiss onto it and hugging around its sides. She enthusiastically rubs her tits against my skin, I can feel her nipples pressing against me, her cock basically vibrating with excitement within mine.

Lying flat on my dick, she ruts me, like a teenager lover. Her hips thrusting with what space she has, her arms squeeze around the body of my penis, desperate to feel as much of it as she could.

I can see the small lip prints left over my dick as the pretty little princess makes love to me in her own, unique way. My dick feels heavy and remarkably full, her fat cock stretched me far more than the others but if anything, it feels even better.

I want to cum, I can feel it building, my balls also feel bigger now, heavier. The technicians won't lay off and it's driving me crazy, they keep rubbing me, pouring potions over me, my balls feel like pampered pooches, being the centre of attention of the two technicians for quite some time now.

The princess keeps making love to me, gently thrusting her massive length as she rubs every inch of her body she possibly can on me. Her face is bright red and in bliss, barely able to open her eyes, when suddenly, something changes in her.

She pulls back off my dick, opting to hold tightly around the head of it instead and begins to thrust wildly into me, completely lost in bliss. Her massive nuts are swinging wildly under her, thumping against my bottom of my cock.