Legends of Belariath

Ubique et Hic

The Voice In The Stone

The pommel of her sword came down, again and again, on the dark stone in the secret room in Ubique’s caves. Sweating, wearing no shirt or clothing from the waist up whatsoever, the Moriel’s black skin was glistening in the low lights of the lantern at her feet. Her right foot was forward, her left foot back, giving her more room to bang the sword’s hilt into the stone.

The room was small, barely big enough to turn around in. But still she was finding the room to swing the sword and lower it with as much force as possible. Why she hadn’t bought a hammer, she couldn’t say. Mostly, it was her strong sense of paranoia. Nanthalion was too crowded, too populated. Everything that everyone did, someone else was watching. A warlord buying a hammer, especially one with the numerous slaves and labour resources at her disposal, would have been suspicious. So here she was, banging away at unforgiving stone with nothing but the pommel of her sword. It was going to break by the end of this task, she knew. And she’d have to sell it back and hope the Might Makes Right salespeople didn’t notice the damage.

Her white braid bounced behind her shoulders and down her back with every thrust at the stone. Soon she was losing herself in thought again, this time thinking to the purpose of the room itself, how she had come to acquire it, and how exactly it was she had chosen to start braiding her hair.

It had been a warm day, late August. She’d wanted to show Harlon Nayl her new property and the caves that were being built. Together they had thoroughly harassed the five stout dwarves in charge of the building process. She had ordered four caves, the maximum allowed by the real estate brokers, and the dwarves were almost done. They’d been working for a few weeks now and the Moriel was getting tired of waiting. She often made it a practice to come here with her barbarian lover and throw rocks at the heavily muscled men as they worked. Usually they ignored her, unless her shot rang too true and bounced off an unprotected forehead. This was not often the case. Ubique liked to taunt them verbally too, telling them they moved too slow. Her favourite tactic though was to walk among them, wearing next to nothing, and look down her nose at them with nothing but disdain.

On this particular day, she had on a simple tunic and thigh high leather boots. The tunic, black, matched her thong-like underwear that rode high on her hips and straight up the crack of her bottom. Harlon liked it and was pleased to walk behind her. They had spent a short while tormenting the dwarves but soon Harlon had to leave. Ubique had frowned and scratched at her ear. Strangely, it was itching and tingling. It made her turn her head towards where the dwarves were working.

“You go on ahead,” she said with a far too affectionate smile to Harlon, waving the grey skinned barbarian off. “I’ve some work to do here first.”

He was in agreement and left the property, taking Ubique’s black mastiff with him. Neither Moriel nor barbarian had a horse then, not like now. Alone, in the blaze of the sun, Ubique had walked towards the dwarves. This was supposed to be the part where she taunted them and flaunted her particular assets. Her black muscles had a sheen of sweat on them, her tunic lifting up off her rippled stomach, much to the dismay of the workers. The boots made her calves stiffen, her thighs tense and her every step pushed a hip up, making her ass sway unintentionally.

Today was different somehow. That buzzing in her ear was odd, and only getting louder as she neared the almost complete caverns. Around her, the men were setting down their pickaxes, pushing their carts loaded with stone aside and watching where the woman was going. Even without her boots, Ubique towered over the men. Today merely put her a foot higher. Unnoticed, the five dwarves began to follow the dark elf as she made her way into the tunnel itself.

Inside the tunnel, the Moriel was able to see easily. Her brow had furrowed, as that buzzing turned into a hissing almost beckoning call. She had put her hands to the sides of the tunnel, not because her vision was failing her and she needed to feel where she was going. Rather, she felt compelled to. Something was calling to her beyond in the caverns. She ignored the sounds of the dwarves muttering behind her, and their tense and almost angry tones were completely unnoticed. That call was leading her onwards, further into the curving tunnel to where the first few rooms of the cavern had already been carved out. The men were working on the fourth and final room. And it was into that the Moriel felt herself drawn.

Ubique put both of her hands against the stone. Even now, with the sword pommel in hand, she could hear that hissing call. With her palms flat to the stone, she could feel it, just as she had that day in August.

She hadn’t needed the light but the dwarves had come up behind her all the same with lanterns and torches in hand. Ignorant of her surroundings, they blocked her exit from that fourth room. She couldn’t have seen how their chests heaved, how they looked at her maliciously, vengefully. The dark elf’s senses were all honing in on…something. Something was hidden by the stone, by the rock, and it wanted out. It called to her and demanded release in a lover’s tone, commanded her like a god to obey and please. She couldn’t help herself as she pressed her chest to the stone, her cheek to the dark rock, her behind rounding out towards the dwarves foolishly.

Their breathing was heavier. Their hands flexed at their sides. And it would be only moments before they attacked.

The voice in the stone spoke a language Ubique was familiar with, but she couldn’t tell where. It spoke of urgency and insistence, and warned her of danger if she did not obey. Would it hurt her, she wondered. Or was it warning of something else?

It was then that she turned around, her shoulders pressed to the stone now instead of her chest. Her pale blue gaze fell on the five dwarves crowding the room’s archway. Weaponless, they still looked confident of their position compared to hers. Here she was, no room to strike with her whip, not in this cave that had yet to be completed. No armor, nothing to call a viable weapon in the rather closed quarters. And five angry dwarves seeking vengeance for slights they did not wish to endure again. Could be trouble, she thought.

That was when the voice in the stone, that she was sure was only in her head, gave her an idea. A most wicked and delicious idea that would serve them both. Ubique listened, nodding quietly and to herself. The tension in the dwarves was rising and if she didn’t do something to break or redirect it, it could be the end of her. Or at least of her pride.

“So,” she said to them quietly. “You’ve spines after all.”

She raised her chin then as they bristled and looked at her in confusion. This was the part where she was supposed to show them her fear. Surely she knew that, didn’t she? But the Moriel had other plans. Slowly, she reached up to her tunic and began to pull it apart, letting the lacings down the front slip away. She lowered a hand to her bare thigh, rubbing along her leg to the knee then back up.

“Is this…what you were looking for?”

Of course it hadn’t been. They’d been quite determined to punch, kick, burn and spit her, until she was dead or near to. But now the tables were turning, whether they realized it or not. She was Moriel, and this was going to work out to her advantage in one way or another.

Slowly she spread her thighs, raising one booted foot to press against the stone behind her. She drew her knees apart and let one of her hands play at the strap of her thong at her hip. A little flick and the tight material slid across the top of her mons, exposing the furless sex beneath. It ached when the black material dragged across her clitoris, but the sudden tiny gasp that left her lips kept the dwarves riveted. By the looks on their faces, she could tell they were beyond amazed, absolutely enthralled by what they were seeing. What they were being offered.

“Who wants to go first,” she whispered, and barely had the words escaped her lips when the men were suddenly jostling to get to her.

She leaned her head back on the stone, her hair hanging loose and limp around her shoulders, a white frame around her dark skinned face. They had begun to warily paw at her flesh, pulling her tunic open then drawing it down her arms altogether. One black haired brute made for her pussy like he was a bee and it a pot of honey. She had swallowed as he tore her underwear utterly and threw the remaining material aside. His tongue and fingers were fat as he pried her sex open and she hated herself for how thrilling it felt to be so accosted by a dwarf.

Two red haired men who could have been twins began to pull on her arms, drawing her down the stone. She couldn’t hear the voice as loudly then and struggled against their pulling. They were strong, her match in strength but where there was only one of her, there were two of them. Soon, their pants were down and the stunted men were waving their dicks in her face. Their words were guttural and all in their own dwarven tongue but they made it clear what they wanted from her. She let them climb over her arms and shoulders, her hands reaching up and clutching at their round asses. She turned her head side to side, letting her mouth open as wide as it could. Her tongue came out to play, licking and lathering at the men’s penises. It was disgusting, it was dirty. And it was so very arousing to her. The voice in the stone whispered to her of the plan and she did her best to obey.

There were two more dwarves waiting their turns. Their pants were down, their hands on their thick cocks and their faces looked mean. She did her best not to make eye contact, for surely these were the very two who had suggested to the others they kill their Moriel employer. Instead she focused on what was happening to her.

The dwarf between her legs had a tongue that whirled against her pussy like a hurricane. His spittle soon dribbled down her cleft, running to the darker crack of her ass. His tongue followed it as he lay himself on the ground, allowing Ubique’s other attackers to thrust in her face. And as his tongue went further, deeper, it dipped back and around. She could feel the fat appendage teasing at her asshole, tickling and wetting the wrinkled pucker. Then suddenly, his finger was inside her, careless of the tight ring of muscles that tried and failed to protect her from behind. His tongue sought out her pussy and invaded there, thrusting and fucking her with his face.

From side to side she turned her head, doing her best to please the twin dwarven lovers. They were masturbating themselves in between her attentions, stroking and tugging on their now drenched fuck meat. She would let one inside her mouth, almost choke on his meat as he shoved it too deep. Then she would have to turn to the other side and allow the other the same level of pleasure. It was as if they competed with each other. Unsatisfied, they grabbed her hair in fistfuls and held her still as they both tried to shove their dicks in her mouth at the same time. But the feel of touching each other so intimately over a whore’s mouth must have excited them. They were hissing, they were scowling and soon, they were cumming. Great white ropes of seed draped over her face as they purposely aimed for her eyes, her nose, her forehead. They came and came and she was sure she hadn’t seen seed like this before. It was thick and it smelled and she hated how it slid into her hair and dribbled in her ears and got into her eyes. Coughing and sputtering, she endured as they drew away at last.

Nothing was going to stop Hurricane Tongue though, nothing short of her coming. He licked and lathered and sucked and fucked. Try as she might to remind herself how wretched and horrid this was, to be so handled by nothing less than a dwarf, there was no denying his expertise was having an effect on her. She writhed and he gripped her lower back with a hand beneath her body, tilting her pussy up for his tongue and lips. His beady dark eyes were on her face and she closed her own, unwilling to let him watch. She couldn’t help herself and the voice in the stone wasn’t assisting either. It whispered to her what she dare not open her eyes and see for herself, describing in wicked detail how deep the dwarf’s tongue was going, how fat and thick it was, and horribly slimy. Unable to control herself much longer, she felt the heat rising in her face and soon, her womb contracted in a most gut-clenching orgasm. The dwarf drank every drop of her nectar and continued to lick and lap at her, even when her shuddering had ceased. And only when he had rubbed every inch of his hair beard covered face in her pussy did he finally laugh and pull away. She dreaded him asking to be pleasured, but he did nothing more than walk away to join the red headed twins.

It was then that the last two dwarves came forward, slowly, the swagger in their stride clearly stating that they were the heads of the dwarven digging team. She was sprawled awkwardly on the ground and the voice in the stone said not to move, not to say a word.

“If’n yeh think yeh gots a bargain ta make, now’s tha time, nay?” one of them said to her in a deep dark voice.

“An’ we dunnae want what they been havin’ aye?” the other said, thumbing to the other three over his shoulder.

She nodded and listened quietly for several moments as the stone spoke to her. Then she looked to each of the two stout men standing over her, feeling every inch the prostitute as she bargained with her flesh on behalf of the voice.

“You will build a room here, a fifth secret room,” she said with more strength than she felt. “You will tell no one, and not include it on the final blueprints you had in to the real estate office.”

They nodded as she gave them the dimensions of the room. They spoke quietly to each other and seemed to come to an agreement of some sort, then both turned to her once more. Slowly, they began to undress.

“Are way ista enjoy yer pain abit,” the one with lighter brown hair said as he moved forward to stand closer.

“Make yeh scrim sorta, bleed abit too, nay?” the other with a darker shade of brown hair added.

She nodded. What else could she do? The voice commanded and expected to be obeyed. Ubique slowly got up to her knees, looking to them with her cum-covered face and tangled hair.

“So verreh pritteh,” Light Brown said, reaching out and stroking her hair with his hand before taking a fistful tightly in his grasp.

“Yeh sure’n we kinnae scar her? Jus’abit?” Dark Brown asked, making Ubique gulp.

Light Brown shook his head and she felt thorough relief. If he had said yes, she would have had to obey. All for the sake of the voice in the stone.

Dark Brown slipped to her side, pushing her arms and dragging her up slightly. Soon she was on her knees, the leather of her boots creaking and tightly cinching her thick thigh muscles. He too went to his knees and she could feel the vulgar dragging of cockmeat along the crevice of her ass. She almost retched on the spot as she realized he was already oozing precum all over the perfectly hard muscles of her behind. Light Brown moved before her, also dropping to his knees.

“Yeh be spreadin’ yer thighs now, aye? Lettin’ me cock inta tha’ nice cunt o’yers.”

She did as he asked, her knees sliding sideways. Behind her, the dwarf  was prying her ass apart, pressing his cock against her dark rosette, so thoroughly licked clean by the black haired miner. As her knees drew further and further apart, her sex lowered, swelling lips prying apart. Closer and closer came the disgusting cock of the light haired dwarf before her. He wagged it lewdly at her and she turned her head, which caused him to reach out and slap at her cheek.

“Yeh gotta watch all’o’it,” he whispered to her, grinning.

The Moriel glared at him as his dick head pushed through the petals of her sex, hating herself for being wet and ready for him, but hating him even more for putting her in this position. Behind her, the dark haired dwarf had a fist full of hair and was wrenching her head back as he struggled to shove his cock into her ass. The position was difficult for him, more ideal for the one in front, and he intended to blame her for it. His hair-free hand slapped rudely at her ass cheeks, repeatedly, until one of her buttocks burned hotly beneath his palm.

The men started to whisper to each other, most likely giving each other details on how much progress they were making at penetrating her. The front dwarf was teasing at her sex and holding one of her tits in a fat fingered grip that squeezed painfully. The other was using his thumb to pry open her asshole, his dick head following in soon after. She thought he would withdraw his thumb once his cock was buried in her ass, but she was wrong. He stretched her and kept the fat digit against the rim of her ass. The deeper his cock went, the further in went his thumb.

She couldn’t help but whimper in pain now. He was going to make her bleed if he kept this up. Then she remembered. That was exactly his intention. And she dreaded what the one in front would do to make her bleed for him. He soon made his intentions very clear.

Ubique screamed at the top of her lungs as he bit into her tit flesh so hard that he broke the skin easily and quickly. And still he bit deeper. He wouldn’t stop, no matter how she pushed at his shoulders and tried to pry him off without hurting him. She had to let them do this, the voice was telling her. It was the deal, it was the agreement. But did it have to feel as if she were about to be cannibalized? Devoured? Was he going to bite her whole tit off?

Only when blood was flowing freely on either end of her body did the men truly begin their fucking. They were slamming home inside of her, surely pressing against each other’s shafts through the thin wall of flesh between pussy and ass. She continued to struggle, trying to pull the light haired dwarf’s mouth off her breast. As soon as she got him to release his teeth, he pulled back and then dropped down to bite her again, in a newer and more sensitive spot. Both of her nipples were soon sore and bleeding, and still he bit and tore. She had pushed the men too far and if they weren’t going to be allowed to kill her as they had planned on the spot earlier, then they fully intended to make her suffer.

The man in her ass was shoving his thumb and a finger inside her, above the shaft of his cock. He spanked at her other ass cheek and laughed as she struggled. She didn’t know who was hurting her more and soon she just screamed and screamed, cried and whimpered and moaned with agony. Never once did she beg them to stop.

Finally, of their own accord, they did. They didn’t cum in her ass. They didn’t cum in her cunt. Both men stood over her trembling shaking form, as she lay on her side bleeding and shuddering. And they came in her hair. Laughing, stroking themselves with the mix of bloodied lubrication over their cocks, they jerked themselves off and spewed thick streams of dwarven seed into her hair. Then they left her, one of them spitting on her, she didn’t know which one.

It took an hour for her to recover herself, to pull her clothing on somewhat. Her panties were torn, she’d be going back to town naked and without underwear. Her tunic she managed to tie around her lightly, but not too tight. Every bite mark burned. She whimpered and mewled like a kitten, leaning back against the stone behind her.

The voice spoke to her, reassured her it was all worth it, and told her to come back when the caves were done. And Ubique had. She’d left the caves, ignoring the guffaws and laughter of the workers as she stumbled away in the sun, and didn’t return until the caves were complete.

That was why she was here today, hair braided to prevent such future atrocities. The cum had taken so long to wash out. And she never wanted to endure such a disgusting event again.

The marks had healed with a little magickal help. And she was at full strength as she slammed the pommel of the sword down again and again. Finally, stone started to chip away. First in little pieces, then in bigger pieces it came free, falling and tumbling to her feet. She banged and banged, sweat dropping from her nose, forehead and tits like rain drops in spring. More and more of the stone came free.

And that’s when she saw it. It glistened and gleamed, made of mithril surely. It was small, tiny. And it was nothing more than a ring shaped piece of metal with a bead. A hoop. Earring? Finger ring? Something else?

“I am yours,” it whispered to her as she broke it free and picked it up.

“That you are,” she said back. “That you are…”

She spent several hours staring stupidly at the ring of metal, listening stupefied to its every word and whisper. She would sell the caves to a comrade, for she needed to be disassociated from them in order to keep the item safe. She would sell her sword, after breaking the pommel off and making it look as if the round and now cracked hilt end had never been.

“And only in due time will you be able to acknowledge my presence. Until that time, you must keep me safe. Quietly safe.”

The Moriel nodded.

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