Note: Will try and post another chapter every week or so.
I'd say I wrote the story for two reasons:
I'm a big Tolkien fan and wanted to create my own kinda fantasy world, though obviously its crossed here with erotica, with a bit of sci-fi thrown in.
I also wanted to play with gender roles. Imagine a world where women want sex more, and its men who are traded and fought over like valuable commodities?
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I was right. That was not the end of it.
After Lolla came Zolta, then all of the brunettes, one by one. All seemed desperate for my seed, like I was producing heroin instead of semen. By the third or fourth women I was shooting blanks. They had to have sucked a week's worth of cum out of me, and still they kept going.
At some point, late in the night, they finally seemed to give up. All of the women lay down by the fire to sleep. I remained tied to the tree, exhausted, where I eventually drifted off in turn.
Come morning, I was barely saved from a renewed assault.
"Come Zolta, there's no time! The pixies will be hunting for us by now" Lolla ordered, as the massive blonde reached for my cock once more.
Zolta let out a frustrated growl, then leant down to untie the bond around my wrists. With one hand she grabbed me about the waist and hauled me over her shoulder. She carried me there, stark naked, like a toddler. My dick flopped about beside her left breast with her every step.
She held a heavy rucksack over her other shoulder, attached to which was her metal shield, while a heavy spear was in her other hand. All of the women carried similar possessions. One of them had gathered up all my stuff that had fallen to the ground the previous night.
"What's this tiny?" Lolla demanded, holding my sidearm up in the air. It looked puny between her massive fingers.
"Uh...nothing" I replied, trying to sound earnest. "It does nothing, I swear!"
"Useless then!" she declared, but she put it in her own sack all the same, with the rest of my things.
In single file, the giant women moved their way through the forest, Zolta about halfway along the line. It quickly grew hot. Despite my lack of clothes, before long I had stopped shivering. The forest was humid, much warmer than where I had first crash-landed up in the hills. With the sun nearing its zenith, the women stopped for lunch - I was the first course.
"You've had him all morning!" one of the brunettes pleaded, as Zolta lowered me to the ground and straddled me. Zolta snarled at her like a wild lioness, looking down at me.
"Let others have a turn Zolta, you're being very impolite" Lolla said, who by now I had assumed was the leader of the group. Zolta snarled again, looking down at my like I was a juicy slice of cake someone was about to steal, but finally relented, lifting herself off my waist. No sooner had she vacated than the brunette took her place.
Her skin was a touch darker than the others. Her features looked somewhat Hispanic, with black hair and almond eyes. She smiled as she looked down at me. She seemed a touch gentler than the others. When she reached for my cock, she held it gently, running her fingers along it with a feather-light touch. Despite my exertions the previous evening, I was soon growing hard.
The rest of the women had sat down to watch, a few producing food. Lolla ripped off a handful of bread and threw it to me.
"There tiny! Eat up!"
I reached for the bread, with had fallen on the grass nearby. It was difficult to concentrate on eating with the Hispanic women's lips descending on my cock. She was soon sucking away merrily, letting out moans of pleasure as she deep-throated me expertly.
The other women were laughing again. Most had pulled down the strips of cloth around their waists again, masturbating furiously. Was there no end to the sex drives of these women?
Just as I was nearing climax however, I heard another noise over the collective jerk off. Something whistled past, almost like a bullet, and landed nearby with a dull thump.
I looked around. One of the other brunettes was lying against a tree not ten feet from me. An arrow was now sticking out of her chest, blood spurting from the wound. For a moment there was a stunned silence, before the forest filled with noise.
"Up, up! Pixies! Get up!" Lolla screamed, reaching for her own shield and sword. She was quick enough, but more arrows were already landing amongst her companions. Three more took arrows, though that didn't seem enough to stop them.
The women on me looked up, her face furious. She let out a scream of fury at the interruption, leaping off me and gathering up her weapons. An arrow took her in the shoulder all the same, but she barely seemed to notice it.
All six of the giant women had now arrayed themselves into a circle, centred on me. More arrows were raining down on them, from attackers I only dimly perceived moving between the trees. High-pitched voices could be heard, though also female, as if we were under attack by a horde of girl scouts.
Arrows clanged off the women's shields, each of which had to be nearly six feet across, covering their wielders almost completely. A few were bleeding heavily from arrow wounds, their brows sweating above angry faces. After a few more moments, Lolla looked at me, then back at the forest around them. She seemed to make a decision.
"Forget it, lets go!" she shouted, before moving off to the side. The rest of the women followed, maintaining the shield wall. More arrows followed them, but the sounds of battle soon grew quieter.
I lay where I was, too shocked and exhausted to do anything else. The thought of running occurred to me, but where would I run? I was naked, in the middle of a strange forest. Moments passed, the sounds of distant screams and clangs still present, before a figure cautiously emerged through the trees near me. It was again a woman, though she looked about as different to the others as I could imagine.
Where Lolla and her companions had been large, this girl was petite. Where they had looked fierce, this one looked utterly docile. Where they were strong, this one looked fragile. She couldn't have come any higher than my chest, and had a cuteness about her that transfixed me immediately, like the human personification of Bambi.
She was, however, holding a sturdy looking bow, in which was sheathed an arrow, it was pointed inches from my head.
So these were pixies, I thought.
The tiny woman was looking at me carefully, suspicion in her eyes, cute or not. She was soon joined by several others.
All of the pixies looked very similar. All topped out at about five feet in height or less. Their figures were slight. They carried similar weapons - mostly bows and knives. They wore strips of cloth around their waists and chest, much like the others, though with splashes of what looked like war-paint on several of their faces. Beneath the thin cloths, their breasts looked delicate and perky, bouncing about whenever the moved. Their size would have been average to large on regular-sized women, and looked even more impressive on their slight frames.
The sounds of battle had faded by now. Lolla and her band in full retreat. There was a growing chorus of conversation, all carried out in excited, shrill voices. More pixies entered the clearing. Soon there were dozens of figures, maybe thirty or more. A leader soon emerged.
She strode to the front of the group, followed diligently by those behind her. She was a couple of inches taller than the others, but still couldn't have reached my shoulder. Her hair was short and a bleach blonde. Her skin was a milky white, like it was impossible to tan. Her nose and mouth and ears were tiny. To complete the picture were her bright silver eyes. I stared at her, again transfixed.
Despite these pleasant features, her face was set into a frown. She looked angry.
"Who are you?" she cried, striding over until she was standing over my naked body. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my cock, which was only just starting to soften, so fast had been their attack. For a moment I was unsure what to say, still trying to comprehend my new circumstances.
