Fucked by the Seven Dwarfs (pod1213 drawing)

The day had started with an eagerness to explore, my husband and I venturing through Germany's picturesque landscapes. Our journey led us to the iconic Neuschwanstein Castle, a place that seemed to leap straight out of a storybook. After hours spent in awe of its splendor, I suggested I will take a detour through the nearby woods, craving the tranquility of nature. The forest's beauty was mesmerizing, but as I ventured further, captivated by the whispers of the ancient trees, disaster struck. My foot snagged on an unseen root, sending me tumbling down an incline. The fall left my clothes torn, smeared with dirt, and my skin adorned with scratches and cuts. Dazed and disoriented, I found myself in front of a rustic wooden shack, its appearance a stark contrast to the grandeur of the castle we had just left behind. Pushing open the door, I was greeted by the warmth of an unattended fireplace. The shack, though empty, beckoned me in with a sense of safety. Alone, I decided to wash my soiled clothes, stripping down with the intention of finding some water. But before I could act on my plan, the door creaked open, and seven figures stepped in. Their sudden appearance startled me; and it was not an appearance of ordinary men;  they had diminutive stature that suggested those were men from another realm, perhaps the guardians of this enchanted forest. Their eyes widened in shock at the sight of me, but but after some whispers among them, they approached me and assured me they could help with my wounds. Before I had time to wrap my head around the situation, they were back with a salve, a concoction of herbs and magic from the depths of the forest. As the dwarfs gathered around me, their small hands working carefully to apply the salve to my cuts, I felt a whirlwind of confusion. Initially, there was a twinge of vulnerability at being so exposed in front of these strangers. Yet, as they continued their ministrations, a surprising warmth began to spread through me - their hands were gentle and as I could feel the effect of the salve - helping with the pain of the cuts - it also eased my initial discomfort. Each dab and stroke of their hands was meticulous, it stirred something unexpected within me. The sensation of being cared for so attentively, by so many hands at once, was unlike anything I had experienced. In the quiet of the shack, surrounded by the forest's whispered secrets, their touches became the most pronounced sensation, isolating me from any discomfort or embarrassment I might have felt otherwise. My body started melting under their touch, a simmering heat awakening deep within me. Their touches grew bolder too - a quick, surprising pinch of my nipple made me squeal, a playful touch that sparked an instant warmth. I tried to mask my moan with a giggle, but then another pinch followed, and a audible moan left my mouth.  Next I felt couple of small hands closing to my private parts, and shortly afterwards I felt fingers entering me. Was it the salve, or my own wetness, they were sliding in easily in both holes, while other hands were still playing with the rest of my body, my thighs, my tummy, my breasts, I even had fingers touching my lips. Their exploration was both gentle and bold, a journey across my landscape that left no stone unturned, no shadow untouched. "She's simmering nicely, don't you think?" - a voice said. "Her eagerness is palpable," - another answered. I arched my back involuntarily, a silent language of my body craving more, expressing desires words could not capture. They knew what I needed. Though I was much bigger than them, the 7 of them easily lifted me up, and transported me in what must have been their bedroom. They set my shimmering body on one of their beds. Two of them opened my legs, and when I looked towards my legs between them I saw the oldest of them standing, with his dick in his hands. It was huge, and when he went down I felt some worry about it entering me. His dick touched me lightly at first, barely entering before it slid out. With each pass, it ventured further, until it slid in and out effortlessly in a rhythm that me and the dwarf found together. My breaths became shallow, each inhale and exhale stirring the embers of arousal to a fiercer flame. The other dwarfs had their dicks out already, some of them tapping them on my breasts, one of them moving it towards my mouth. My lips parted to let a moan out , and he rested it on my tongue.  Between the moans I was licking his manhood, while other dwarfs were enjoying other parts of my body. Two of them took my hands, and guided them to grasp their dicks, and I started jerking them. I knew I was preparing them to take their turns when the old dwarf will finish. And they did... They were fucking me for hours. When I returned home to my worried husband, I said that I lost my way for couple of hours, he said thank god, he thought something bad happened, but he also noticed that my skin had a very nice sheen to it. I went to the bathroom and checked my body - there were no cuts nor scratches on it. No scars even. Even couple of scars I have had from my childhood were gone.