Legends of Belariath

Creama

Of Curse & Womb of the Mountain

A slut's question: Part 1

Traffic in the street, was steady. Despite the steady drops of rainfall. Pools of muddy water formed in the street. Paused in the middle of the street, is a light beige mare. The rider a plump catgirl. Set perched in the saddle, her tail wagging softly. As her behemmoths for breasts, gently swayed and jiggled with each breath she took.. As she peered from under the brim of her hat at the building. Blacksmiths, inside the fame arch pyromancer Flameforger. Master of the smithy called Fire Forge. And dispite the predisposition of Flameforger's race. The dwarf wields great power and mastery in the elemental sphere of fire. Apprentices of his scurried about, in various tasks.. The forge not like others was multy storied. Finally, the bodacious catgirl would stir. Cantering her head,, she dead amimed a lugey into a puddle. Then would hop of her mount. SH ewould draw stares, as sher nudity always brought this about. As she is adorn in her knee high boots, her wide brim hat, with vambraces and greaves. Strapped around her waist is a weapon belt with a short sword of mirthal and a dagger. She ties the reigns of her mare to a post. And make s herway into the smithy. As the looks abound in the street. They did so even with in the smithy. As the clanging and pounding of work, seem to come to a halt. As heads turned to espy the catgirl.

A dwarf with a sour disposition would bellow out.“Get back to work, naught but a cat slut.Girl get your ass out of here.Get to where ever you sell yourself to.”

Creama snarled at the dwarf, as she whipped around.With a quickness that belied her plumpness.In sarcasms that arrayed from a lifetime of her curse it would seem.She retorted back to the dwarf.“Not a cat slut, yaw jack ass.Naw yaw be of some use an yaw tell me whar I can find tha Flameforger.”

“Ye got grit an fire their slut.Now make yourself useful and take that pail out back and fill it up with water.Then bring it back here.”The dwarf then would glance around.And with out a word the others would begin to work.As once again the smithy came alive with the sounds of clanging and sparks would fly as various metals were worked.The smell of sulfur strong in the air.As the heat would seem almost unbearable to one not use to it.Stifling another retorts back, Creama would move over to the pail.Taking it up, she would move towards the back doors and head on out.The rain had picked up.And now was coming down in horrendous down pour.With a sigh, she make run out to the well, and would as quickly as she could.Draw water from the well, filling the bucket up.Returning, she set the full bucket of water down.And just as it set, the dwarf would pull a sword from the forge, and set the red hot metal into the bucket of water.The steam would rise quickly off it.Causing a stinging to Creama’s eyes.The dwarf would look to her, his eyes holding a bemusement to her plight.

“Not use to it are yaw slut.Unless it is cum in your eyes.”Coming around to the side that she stood.The dwarf, despite his stature in height.Carried himself in a manner that bespoke of one that worked with and held great power.“What is you want slut?”

“I come seeking to speak to Flameforger.I seek answers from him.”She would reply to the dwarf.As she was not a fool, and it was evident by the attention the others gave to the dwarf.He was master within this forge.She would not waver, even when the dwarf let his eyes run over her body with a lewd intent.

The dwarf for long moments would stare at the plump catgirl.And his eyes would pierce into, as he would lewdly take stock of her puffy velvet petals and her behemoths.As he folded his arms across his chest.Arms hardened from a lifetime working with the forge.The mass of knotted muscles, that corded up with a power held within.Finally he would answer her, as his eyes then would meet hers dead on.“I am Flameforger, but slut there is a price.Before I will answer your question.You must choose, suck one here off.Or spend the day working, doing any menial task set by me for the day.

Without hesitation the she would reply.”So what will yaw have me do first.”

He would nod back to her.Then pointed to the trough.Which was almost empty.Creama would nod to him, and take up the bucket again.Turning to head out, and begin the first task assigned her.His gaze would watch her head back out to the back.This times his eyes pierced her not with the lewd intent.But with a concentration, as his eyes focused.And the dwemeanor of the curse that she had upon herself.Radiated brightly to the arch mage of elemental fire.He could with but a wave of his hand burn away the curse she belabored under.But he would hold off, and see if this is what she had come for.He was not shock by the path she chose to seek the answer she came for, with her question.Her hands had spoke volumes of her work habit.Harden from hard work, they were strong.A smile would come to his face, as he thought on the steam that hit her in the eyes.He had done it on purpose, to provoke her.But despite showing she had not the way around a forge.She remained steady, and would not seem to be flustered.As it would remind him of his friend.It had been awhile he would think since he had seen that mangy wolven.The smile would evaporate, as she came back in with a bucket full of water.She would in a multiple trips have the water trough filled.After it was done, he would give her the task of cleaning out the stalls of the horses of the smithy.And then after it some more menial, back breaking tasks.And she would work through them with a dogged relentlessness.That spoke volumes of her character.And she would ignore the looks and comments throughout the day by his apprentice and customers that would come in.

Finally the long day of hard tedious chores would come to an end.Her back killed her, and her feet were sore.As her arms felt like they would fall off.A tired cat, she was.She felt grimy as she was covered with soot.She would turn, as she heard girl called out.A sleight look of surprise, as the day she had answered to slut.Perhaps the dwarf had just slipped.She would move over to him then.

“Come girl, let us go enjoy a good hearty dinner.And you shall ask your question.”He would turn then and head out, the apprentices busied with closing up the smithy.As Creama fell in step and followed him out.They would head to an inn, where he would head to a table near the hearth. She would follow suit, and take seat.Not waiting for him to tell her to do so.His only reaction was just a passing glance.As he motioned to a bar wench to come over.And would order himself a pint of dwarfs sweat and plate full of stew.As she would follow suit and order the same in meal and drink.He would then look to her, as the bar wench depart to get their orders.And give a light nod for her to go ahead.Would look down first, as she collected herself.Then bringing her gaze back up.She would ask her question.

“Master Flameforger, I come seeking the way to Mountainshaker.”

His was surprised but not so much so.The surprise was it dawned on him, her demeanor reminded him so much of the Arch geomancer.He would nod back to her, as he ran those thoughts through his head.

“That is all girl, is their anything else?And your name girl, what is it?

Creama not thinking that the arch pyromancer would be able to help her with her curse.Would give a shake of her head no.She then would answer, and give her name.“ Creama”

The base of the mountain: Part 2

The campfire crackled and flickers from the light breeze that caressed over.As Creama peered into the flickering flames.It had taken her a week to follow the directions of the Dwarf.And now it had been two weeks hence.As she had been camped at the base of the mountain for a week now.And despite her efforts and skill as a ranger of the woods.The wolven eluded her, but she knew in her heart.The dwarf did not lead her on.For a day after her arrival, she was watched.Her watcher, she could never quite catch.But a sixth sense sort of feeling, conveyed to her.As well as the tracks she would find, then seemingly disappear.As if had gone through the mountain. When she would follow the tracks.As she would look for an entrance in each case.But to no avail, her searches would turn up empty.

Mountainshaker would espy the plump catgirl.As he sensed her presence the very day she took up camp at the base of his mountain.But it would not be until the next day that he would go and see for himself.The plump catgirl intrigued him. At first, she seemed to be a wild creature of her race.The way she ran around with a barbaric or one would say a savage display.As she would appear in her state of dress, or lack the lack of it.It was apparent she came to see him.As she would follow his tracks.Was it to ask of lifting the curse, of which the aura was bound around her.But perhaps not, for her to have found the right mountain.She would have had to go to see Flameforger.And the dwarf would not give out directions lightly to anyone.But she displayed no real aptitude for magic.As the simple tricks of her chosen profession.Would be studiously cast and done right.But hardly one that would work the powers of magical energy.For hours this seventh day she had been camped at the base of the mountain.The wolven would watch her quietly, as he pondered over her arrival.A tweak of curiosity would set in.As to the curse, that she is bound under.Finally he would stretch up as he stood to his feet.And the very large wolven would step into the clearing.The cat girl would espy him.As he would give her a nod, then turn and begin making his way back to the opening of the mountain.

The sound of a twig snapping alerted her, that someone was near.As she looked up, and her hand set over the hilt of her sword, which lay next to her.A large wolven, even for its own.Would step out into the clearing.And would give a nod and then turn. Heading back away.As he moved up the mountain.Creama would fellow as beckon to do so.Her gaze taking in the backside of the wolven as he did not look back to see if she followed.

The womb: Part 3

Stepping in through the opening created by the wolven.Creama would azure blue eyes would gaze around at the enormous size of the cavern.Her hands clasped together behind her back.As she stood respectively back, as she brought her gaze back to the wolven.And would wait for him to speak.Her tail swishing lightly back and forth.

He did not have to turn, the subtle vibrations that were set off by her steps across the ground.Were enough to tell him so.Leading the plump catgirl, into the mountain and the cavern.He would set his pack down amongst his things.Turning then slowly, to regard the female.His eyes roving over her bodacious form.As she seemed not a shame of her nudity.She had vivid azure blue eyes.And a soft light champagne color hair.Letting her stand there with her tail sweeping back and forth, for long minutes.As his way was never to hurry.Finally as he turned away to busy himself in some of his items.He would call out to her in an even keel tone.“ You will have to make a trip back to your camp.Unless you going to leave your things behind.”Pausing for just a moment, as she rattled some pots he was rummaging through.“ The path you past to the left at the boulder.You may take your mare down.There is a small little valley.”He knew she had not seen it on the way up.For he had not pointed it out before.But she would see it now, as she would take her mare to the valley to graze.

Creama watched him stare over her body, but she would remain unflinching to the gaze.Finally after having his fill of looking at her. The wolven would speak.She would give a nod back.As he advised her to fetch her belongings.She would arch an eyebrow at the mention of the path.For she had not seen it on the way up.But quickly then she would whirl and head out.Making her way back down the side of the mountain.To fetch her gear, and lead her mare Sable to the hidden valley.She was nervous, as her hand trembled as she stroked her mare’s flank.

Looking around she had settled all her gear with in the cavern.Her mare secure in the hidden valley.The wolven Mountainshaker had not said a word.Merely had watched her bring her things in.Finally when she was done bringing the things in.He would reply in a tone that was neither a request nor a command.

“Good, now prepare dinner.”

Creama arched an eyebrow at first, and then shrugged lightly.And then would move to be preparing something to eat.She enjoyed cooking, more then she enjoyed eating.Venison was what is out she would cook it up to a succulent melt in your mouth-watering perfection.Accompanied by potatoes and hearty bisquts.When served the wolven would dig in and eat the supper set before him.With a quickness, and admiration for the skill the plump catgirl had in this craft.It pleased her how he went after the plate of food.But then after as the last bite would get chewed down and swallowed.He would look to her with eyes that glowed with intensity.And the raise that could be seen arraying with in his loincloth.Without words, he would gesture her to in front of him.At first hesitating, but then moving to in front of him.His large wolven hands would reach out and direct her to turn around and get on her fours.As he came behind her.She would feel his large wolven cocks bulbous head against her puffy velvet petals.She would tense for a moment.Then large fingers would begin to play with her clit.Stimulating her fleshy nub.Until finally he would drive his large cock with in her tight wet warm depths.Which would fit snuggly around it.She would gasp at the large size.But soon was gyrating her hips in response to his thrusts.

To some this may come as a shock if she were ever to say anything of it.That even a arch mage of a element, would have the same lust and needs as a mere mortal of same.For as the days would lead into weeks then a month of being with Mountainshaker.He would give her numerous chores to do.She was to prepare all the meals.Then she was to clean out the cavern.And nightly he would take her, as she shared his bed.At first he offered nothing back, but slowly he would begin to instruct her.Something she had not asked for.Nor did he ever ask her why she had come.A part of her wanted to say no, and scream out I am not a mage.But another part of her could feel that she belong to this.So she did as what came to her.And listened with rapt attention.She would notice in the water, when she bath her eyes had begun to change, the azure blue coloration would deepen as if gems of the earth.As her skin would take on a terra cotta hue.Her champagne colored hair would take on a look of the sands of the earth.At first she took this to be of Mountainshakers doing.He wanting to look as such.But she had not detected or sensed he had cast any spells on her.But she would not discount it, for he was arch elemental mage.Here awareness of the earth was becoming more in tune, with each passing day.As she was becoming one with element of earth, with the instruction and guidance of the wolven.

His even keel steadiness would hide his surprise from the catgirl.When she demonstrated a natural aptitude for the element of earth.As she embraced it, with a dogged determination.And no matter the chore given or even that he took her nightly.Did she waver in her studies.She was neither the brightest nor the strongest.Heck she wasn’t even the prettiest.But she had a will that was indomitable.He could respect that, and she bore her curse with out a rancor of asking for pity.A month had gone by since she came to him.He had a pack ready.As he waited for her to get back from one of her chores.When she came in she would look to the back sitting ready and have a curious look come over.Picking up the pack he would look to her as he made his way out the passage out.

“ I will be gone a week, you are to keep your chores to busy yourself.And practice what I have shown you. “

With that, the large wolven would turn and disappear.Heading out of the cavern.Leaving Creama with a look of bafflement at first.Then a nod, as she would return to finishing the chores she had been given to do daily.As for the week she would keep her chores going and do her studying.But everyday she would look to see if the wolven returned.But it was not until the seventh day, a week that had pass that he would return.His arrival is at dinnertime, as she was busy cooking her meal for that night.Glancing up from the fire, her gaze would spot that his pack was fuller and he had an additional packages.Rising up to go and greet.

“Welcome back lord Mountainshaker. “

Would nod to her, and hand her the package he had.Taking it then from him she would give a soft nod, as she realized that he had gone into town.She would hear him say go ahead and open the package.Blinking as would give another light nod.Would begin to open the package.And as the paper wrapping began to unravel and tear off.A simple cotton dress of a cream color.A look of puzzlement would come across her expression.As she looked up and her lower lip quivered.As she knew she could not wear it.And would have tell him she could not accept the gift.

“I cannot except, I thank you m’lord.But I ~~~~”

As he would cut her off before she could finish.With a simple gesture of his hand and command of his voice. “ You may put it on, you came here to break the curse set upon you.And you have in a way.As you have progressed in you study.You have embraced and become in tuned with the element of earth Creama.So put it on and see.”

She would put on the cotton dress, but would brace for the effects of the curse.But none was forthcoming.A surprised look would come over her.As she would look up and respond in kind.“How.”

"What isof te earth is as of you. as you have become one with the earth. " Mountainshaker would answer her. Turnning to look at the dinner tast being cooked. He licked his chops and head over with his pack to set away. "Dinner smells good."

Creama realizing she had been fixing just for herself.Would rush back over and would begin fixing enough for the both of them.He would come with being called and they would partake of the meal in silence.After wards he would beckon her to retire to the sleeping furs.After their joining, he would look to her.

“Your time is done here, tomorrow you shall head out.”

The END.

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