Legends of Belariath

The Quest For The Baron's Silver

Katsumi – First Silver Platter

In the casino the nymph Katsumi was busy at work, her daily chores there she took upon herself out of her own doing consisting of the dusting of furniture and the sweeping of the floor. She looked around slowly with her pink soft eyes, her face gently rounded and her face is one of the most sweet ever to see. Her form graceful and large compared to most nymphs. Her body was dressed up in her new uniform, a long royal blue tight fitting body with a big cutout that shows a royal amount of cleavage, down on her belly is a large rose motive embroidered in red. Her arms covered in tight fitting coverings with rose motives on the wrists. Her long slender legs encased in soft boots that go up all the way till her thighs, leaving from bodice to boots just a little bit of teasing blue tinted flesh exposed.

As she was working she noticed at one of the tables sitting down one of the patrons of the casino, the baron who was talking with some bounty hunters and adventurers. She moved over to the dimly lit table and while pretending to be cleaning listened in on their conversation. Her eyes blinked a few times when she managed to understand from the talks that some of the items of the baron had been stolen. She liked the man; he gave good tips in the casino so she pondered a little as she heard where and what was stolen. As people were taking on the retrieval of items she understood none were going to one of the locations. She glanced on the map on the table as she picked up empty glasses from it to see the position down the river Thalis. She knew the island already and knew thus the way to the small camp there. Figuring it would not take to much trouble the slave nymph grinned as she wandered off to put away the glasses and make some fresh tea for the guests of the casino. Her mind went to please the baron and she grinned, this would be easy, at least that is what she thought it would be. She worked diligently for hours to keep the casino tidy as she should, going eventually for the late evening when the casino was closed to go to Unigo for her studies of the magical arts.

The evening came quickly, the moon high to give her good light as she wandered out of her home, the mansion known as the DragonRose, leaving a note with her slave sister Mairu on where the nymph would be going and a note of no worries. She would get out at the first real sign of trouble. She was worried though about not telling her mistress on going for this, but she felt she had to do this for a good person and she knew from herself she was very capable of doing things like this on her own. Yet still, she was going for the unknown. Care was bidden for, that was sure. Yet to herself this was important, a proof of her capabilities of a mage and very dedicated student of Unigo. Also she wanted to prove herself to be a good student of her own mistress.

Wearing still the same uniform she preferred she didn’t carry along much. On her back she had a small backpack with a good end of hemp rope, a knife, flint and steel in a wax sealed wooden box and in that box also some bandages that she might need. To herself she murmured a few arcane phrases to let her energies form around her in a layer of warmth around her body to at least not have any problems with that. She had pondered flying over, but it would not be wise, to easily to see if she approached that way. A huge flying being was not that hard to spot.

The moon shining on the water made it reflect brightly, looking on it for a while just to admire the beauty of the moon. Her graceful form slowly and silently slipping into the water of the side river that provided the baths with its water she slowly went under. The nymph gone from sight fully, hidden from any prying eyes safe those of maybe the one or two merfolk that had by now inhabited the rivers of Nanthalion. Swimming silently she looks around slowly, her gaze going over the little growth in the river and the sleeping fish in the cold river. Her feet paddling slowly, yet still she manages to go fast in the river, her magical body at her element by being surrounded in water. Her lungs took in water, yet still she could breathe it as easily as she could breathe air. Long hair on her back billowing like a cape as she moves at a good speed. Going faster then most can do running on land as she swims.

After a while of swimming through the shallow river going from the baths she gets close to the town of Nanthalion itself as the small river there merges with the Thalis. She halts there though as she sees something she is not to fond off, a big shark. She wonders what the being is doing there till she sniffs the water, blood and a lot of it. Her gaze narrows, in the dark she cannot see what is going on so well so she keeps there timidly, watching for a while.

After a while she noticed more and more how the water was getting more and more smelly of the blood so she became very wary if the scent came on herself, fearing it might invoke a feeding response from the shark. Yet as she watched the shark she noticed the fact that more and more the shark seemed to slow down, as if something was wrong with him. After a while she decided to move on slowly and look in closer, her curiosity why a salt water shark was trying to swim in sweet water was overcoming her. The closer she got the more she got convinced something was very wrong. As she got up close she finally saw what was wrong, the shark itself was wounded and it was just utterly confused from the hurt it was in, hence it in the sweet waters. Once up close she looks it over slowly, noticing the shark bite on the shark before her, it’s back most surely hurt badly at least in flesh wounds, but as far as she could tell nothing serious, just painful. Moving up closer she lets her hand glow blue a little as she murmurs her bandages spell on the shark. Letting the healing flow into him as she touches the passive shark on the wounds, letting skin seal slowly, which nearly immediately makes the shark more lively. It looking confused at the nymph treating him. The animal had fully expected to die a painful death, but now it no longer felt much pain as the nymph kept on healing it’s skin.

As Katsumi moved back she smiled on him, looking at his lightly scarred, but whole skin. She looked into it’s eyes and used her druidic powers to talk with it. Learning from the calm shark that it had been in a feeding frenzy with a dead seal in the sea nearby, but that another shark accidentally bit him. She slowly moves back from it as it without further words turned and started to swim back home to the sea, to it’s home and to a place the water itself is better breathable for it.

Moving on the nymph took to swimming up the large river Thalis up north, heading for the river island she should head for. She shivered a little as she swam, the magic spell of warmth not fully effective in the cold water of the river. At times like this she really wished she were at her real home in the tropics where she feels much more at ease. Yeah, she longed for the warm waters of her home, to relax on the hot beach, sunbathe and to relax. But for now she was in the dark murky and fast flowing waters of the cold river. Her form moving as fast as possible upstream, wanting to get this over with and back to home in bed with either mistress or her sister slaves. She pondered that, laying curled up with her favorite sister Mairu who would curl up with her in bed if she were there now and keep her warm and comfy.

After nearly two hours of swimming upstream with little excitement she found the island in sight as she swam. Surfacing a little to look at the island where she saw a small campfire burning already from the far distance. She did not see much else though as it simply was to far and to dark to see much on the small river island. A frown came on her face, knowing she was now very close to the source of danger that she was getting herself into. To be honest to herself, she felt scared.

The island itself was not to big in size, more like a hill that was large enough to hold a few people. She when she got closer noted the rafts on the shore of the island and the ones at the edge of the river, showing that more goblins might show up sooner or later. The water was deep and of a fast current with the size of the river being quite large as many mountain river streams already had been fed into the river Thalis. Deep too which was a good advantage to the water nymph. She slowly sunk to the bottom to think to herself. Sitting down with legs crossed on the bottom she pondered what to do with the island. First explore and see from a distance and see what is there… but what then she asked herself. She knew at least one item of the baron should be there. But where she wondered, for all she knew one of those dumb ass goblins had the plate under his tunic like a breastplate, though that would be easy enough to spot. Or maybe in a tent there if they even have remotely that. And on what could she call she pondered, she had little equipment along as she really did not know what else to take along, used to living from nature did not really make her that used to these things that humans make and can come in handy. She was alone, that much she knew and asking fish to help out was not really an option, well maybe a few eels when she could get a few of the goblins into the water. But how would she get the goblins in the water. She did not really have much of an idea yet so she decided her next part would be to see what was awaiting her there.

Getting up from the water she looks over the island slowly, just her head above water as she watches, her eyes showing her fright and unsureness of herself and the situation. She was alone and she didn’t like that at all, she really was dependent on being with others. Her large form trembling a little as she takes in the sight with her pink eyes.

Looking over the waters she saw the large hill in the middle of the waters, lighted by the moon and the campfire of the goblins. It was not as big as she thought it would be and was only sparsely overgrown by vegetation, not a single tree on it, but quite a few big bushes which makes the sight of the four tents on the island quite difficult. Her gaze went over the only two goblins she saw, but with four tents she knew more might be there or sleeping.

With interest she looked at the two goblins though, the male and the female rutting like there was no tomorrow, though silently, mostly due to the female being gagged and the male biting on her shoulder while pillaging her. She looked on and even with the sight of goblins fucking she still got horny as hell. If she ever had a reason to hate her nymph nature it was then and there. Quickly she dived under again and groaned out as she cupped her own sex through her uniform. Her fingers moving over the soft fabric only to find it to melt away to her touch, letting the magic fabric slip away from her privates as she moved to sit on her knees in the water, needing relief to get her body to react normally again. Not having been bedded again for a few days made the nymph horny as hell. She let her soft and dark blue petals be available to her fingers to rub and pleasure. Leaning back on her knees she closed her eyes, picturing her mistress, the angel of light and darkness, Victoria Celas, in her mind. Her fingers moved with a slow and steady rhythm over her folds, giving her body the much needed touch. Her mind off the island as she slowly parted her petals and strokes them firmly, pressuring them to maximize the feeling on her sex. Her middle finger slowly found it’s way into her moist folds as she gasped out under water, luckily not audible yet outside of the water. Her hips pressing to her own hand as she pressed her finger, slender as it is, into her soaking sex. Moaning softly she started to pump herself, feeling her soft insides with her fingertip, seeking her own sweet spot. She burned for her relief so she could go on with what she has to do. Her finger pumped deep and rapidly into her folds. Moving faster and faster she added a second and third finger to her tight but stretchy cunt. Moaning louder and louder she suddenly bend back more and she grabbed her breast, roughly squeezing her full and filled mound, making the water around her breasts slowly color more white as her milk mixes in the water. Her fingers parted a little inside of her, nearly raking over her inner walls over her sweetspot. Her need for her release overwhelmed her need to hide or be safe. Trembling she kept on mauling her breast and lets her milk go into the water, making slowly a while spot on the water, reflected in the moonlight quite well. Mind hazed over quickly as she slowly went into her own passion and she cried out under water, sounding even above the water like a shrill shriek, unnatural and very spooky at best.

At the island the goblins who were rutting already had climaxed themselves, panting, relaxing some, though then they heard something, both them and the ones in the tents.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH IIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”

The male one blinked and rose up quickly, still fastening his rudimentary pants before running to the shore where the sound came from, only to see a very spooky looking white blotch on the water and bubbles coming up to the surface there. His bravery left him there and then, the superstitious goblin quickly ran back and simply screamed out. “GHOST!” And grabbing his one thing he cared for, his spear, along and ran as hell to the rafts to get on one and quickly move down the river to the shore. The others came out of the tents and heard the one and saw him fleeing. The scream and his mentioning of a ghost simply took not long for the other goblins to decide the sane thing to do, FLEE. And that is what they did en masse; while the nymph herself was just recovering from her orgasm the goblins fled without looking back to the rafts and started to move off the island, leaving it alone and unguarded. On the shore of the river the goblins gathered and fled out into the woods, not wanting to face off against a ghost.

As the nymph Katsumi came to from her orgasm she realized what she had done, but not the effects of it. Slowly she rose up to see if she had drawn attention, only to see that there was no duo rutting anymore, worse even, she saw the tents open and she saw still some things laying in heaps from the rapid retreat. As she looked around slowly with only her head above water she saw on the other shore a glimpse of the fleeing goblins. Her pink eyes look over the situation with confusion, not really understanding what was going on or what has scared the goblins, remembering them to not be easily scared of anything. She moves slowly closer to the island and keeps a good lookout, timid, scared. Scared of what scared away the goblins, not knowing it was herself who did scare them off.

After a little she slowly crawled onto the island and looked around, her wet form standing quite out among the rest of the area. She softly murmurs a spell on herself to darken her skin and hair before she moves on, forgetting her clothing as she moves to the camp. Timid, slow steps, careful to avoid the danger that made the goblins flee. Looking over the camp she sees the ramshackle area where the goblins had been. A small circle in the middle with the still burning campfire, a burning rabbit above it, charcoaled by now. A few logs, one dirty with cum on it, though the rest seems to have been used too in similar ways. As she moves on she notices the tents wide open, but they only had straw mats inside to lay on so she did not really have to look long to find that what she was searching for would not be found in one of the tents. She frowned as she after searching all four of the tents had not found the platter at all.

She wandered slowly towards where the rafts had been to see if there would be the platter. Her thoughts were already that maybe there was no platter at all till.

“EEEEEEEEEEEP!” *Crash*.

The nymph suddenly stumbled as her foot hooked behind something in the dark. Making her send down to the ground hard. Leaving her dazed on the ground she slowly shook her head, groaning out some as she slowly went back to her knees. Looking around slowly the nymph sighs deeply and stretched herself back up till she stood up quite agile. She looked back and found there to be a slight shimmer of a metal sticking out of the ground, moving to look in on it she saw it to be pure silver. Moving closer still she started to dig it out with her fingers, finding the dirt to be very loose. Her eyebrow raised she snickered a little at how easily it was hidden thus. After a minute or three of digging she had gotten the platter out of the ground and she looked around, thinking maybe the other one was buried nearby, but at that point she heard noises from the shore and saw the goblins making way to return. Fear overwhelming her she nearly dropped the platter, but then dashed off for the waters and dove in with the precious item.

Once under water she still heard the loud growls of the goblins as they found one of the platters to have been taken from their island… and had no idea who took it. She surfaced a bit down stream and looked back at the island only to see one of the goblins go down as they were infighting on each other for the loss of one of those precious silver items. She saw one go down and sighed deeply, not liking fights, but this one she would not stop or anything, not wanting to get captured.

Diving back under she sighed in relief and looked at the silver item, large silver, square with ornate rims. Highly decorated hand holds. Probably worth a few hundred mehrials at least. She slowly took off the backpack she had and managed to work the item into the large backpack she had taken along for the trip. The backpack was now quite awkward on her back and she shifted with it, finding it now uncomfortable, but she had to take it home. Swimming rapidly she held herself, relieved that this was over for the most part. The night was already coming soon to an end after her long swim up to here and now she needed to go home, knowing she’d not get home before dawn.

Early in the morning the nymph arrived back at Nanthalion, tired, yet satisfied. Her long trip to and from had drained her some, feeling quite tired so she ponders, going to bed first or going to bring the item away. Not wanting to risk an argument with her mistress she decided to head out slowly and head over to the bounty hunters guild. She after a long walk into the town, drying herself off along the way she arrived at the guild. Smiling as she rapped on the door of the guild. As the door was opened by one of the guild officials she greeted him politely and told what she had done for the baron. The official nodded and motioned into the guild. Noticing a few other bounty hunters and adventurers there she smiled and moved over to them. Handing to the official the platter with a face of pride. She heard the stories from others as they too had been busy to get the items. Most had had some bloodshed or other dramatic events when they had gotten their items from the goblin thieves. But once they asked her how she got it she blushed and had to say simply and honestly.

“I just got lucky.”

After getting the words with the official the nymph turned and headed out, her job had been done, but now she had to go home and go make breakfast for mistress and the rest of the home. She pondered on what happened, still puzzled at why the goblins had fled. It irked her and she would probably never find out that her own wail had done that. As she slipped into the house she meeped softly as she saw the eyes of a blond haired woman with a white wing and a black one staring at her, frowning somewhat. Gulping softly she looked nervously over at the woman and she shuffled on her feet.

“Hello mistress… I… have a story for you.”

With thanks to Katsumi

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