Chapter 82
Katrin was quite unique. Looks good. Honestly, Katrin's body overflowed with erotic charm. Her small, slender frame—petite compared to a human's—boasted impressively plump breasts, topped with pale pink nipples that stood taut and tense. Her forge-hardened abs formed a sleek, straight line, making her already narrow waist look even slimmer, while below them, her dizzyingly curved hips and ass captured my gaze. Nestled between was her sculpted pussy, and as expected, Katrin had no pubic hair to be found. Her legs might've been on the short side overall, but the proportions weren't bad at all—no eyesores there. If anything, those compact, well-shaped legs gave off an adorably cute vibe. And beneath those cute little legs, a pair of rye bread-hued leather boots caught my eye.
"Aren't you going to take off your shoes?"
"Ah, th-this... um...."
At my words, Katrin flinched with a flustered expression, trailing off as if hiding some huge secret. But her reaction only confirmed my suspicions about her true identity.
"S-sorry, but the shoes... they're just too ugly to look at...."
I approached Katrin, her face tense with anxiety, knelt before her, and began untying the knots on her leather boots. As I started removing them, she trembled in confusion, letting out strange noises.
"Eek...."
Glancing up at Katrin, who had both hands covering her face, I slipped the boots off completely. A small, adorable foot emerged—and sure enough, beneath the sole were short, glossy hairs and soft, plump padding bulging out. It was utterly unlike a human foot, and that seemed to be the source of her shame. But really, she had nothing to be embarrassed about. Unlike the scruffy beards on most dwarves that looked downright dirty, the fur on Katrin's feet appeared soft and fluffy. If anything, it resembled rabbit fur—or like she'd slipped on a pair of thick, cozy socks.
"Eep!"
Curious, I gave her foot a light touch, and she yelped in shock. The sole must've been far more sensitive than I'd imagined. Satisfied with the velvety texture of the fur, I looked up at her and said,
"So, not a dwarf after all—a rabbitkin."
"...Huh?"
Katrin stared at me blankly, as if she'd never heard the term before.
Unlike the dwarves who built their own cities, rabbitkin were rare sights on the continent—and for good reason.
Dwarves might live for sex alone most days, but they wouldn't tolerate anyone messing with them. Rabbitkin, on the other hand, lived in perfect harmony with nature, utterly free of greed. Humans, dwarves, elves, monsters—nothing on the continent left these easygoing rabbitkin alone. Naturally, they began vanishing from history.
These days, the name "rabbitkin" only popped up in ancient history books or old folktales. Most kids treated them like fairies, thanks to tales claiming they craved nothing but mushrooms. Rabbit people who love mushrooms? Weird, but okay.
But who knew that mushroom was this mushroom?
I thought that while watching Katrin greedily knead my cock with a lust-filled face. True to her rabbitkin nature and her mushroom obsession, her breathing grew ragged as she fondled it. Of course, my dick wasn't actually a mushroom—but at a glance, it sure had its similarities.
"Haa... this feels so good."
Katrin murmured that as she toyed with my cock using both hands. At first, she'd been studying the thing itself like a research subject, but now she seemed to be enjoying the act of touching for its own sake. Her half-lidded eyes smacked her lips hungrily as she worked it—damn erotic sight. The problem? I wasn't much different from her. Just brushing that rabbit paw had left an indescribably addictive sensation. The fur felt like the smoothest luxury carpet, and beneath it, like jelly—or a woman's breast, soft and yielding. Even as Katrin kneaded my dick right then, my head was filled only with the lingering feel of that sole.
No need to hold back from what I want, right?
Suddenly, an idea hit me, solving all my dilemmas in one go. Katrin, getting no reply, peered at me anxiously. Half-enchanted by the "mushroom"—my cock—she still glanced at me warily, having grown up hearing she was ugly her whole life.
"Katrin, isn't this enough already?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah."
Her face fell at my words, but she nodded in agreement. She figured she'd been groping it way too long herself. But I had no intention of ending this naughty playtime, so I started spinning a little white lie.
"Hmm, having you just use your hands like that is kinda embarrassing."
"R-really?"
"Don't you still want to know more about my cock, Katrin?"
Her already huge eyes went wide as saucers at my question. She had no clue why I'd ask that, but her head bobbed up and down eagerly.
"Using hands all the time is one thing... how about this instead?"
I flashed a lecherous grin at the innocently nodding Katrin and made my suggestion.
"Hnnngaaah...."
Karen twitched, letting out a lewd moan. She'd rushed back to the hero's room in the dwarf city the moment she returned, but he was nowhere to be seen. Still, Karen wasn't one to give up. Her womb already throbbing from self-stimulation, her mind was fixed on finding the hero somehow. And in that sense, magic was a truly magnificent power.
People often thought of mages as battlefield slaughter machines, but that wasn't the only reason they were valued. They could track enemies, surveil them, conjure materials from nothing, even reshape the battlefield itself. Magic's true strength lay in its versatility—and Karen was exploiting it to the fullest right now.
Where are you? Where the hell are you?
Feeling her womb vibrate, Karen focused her mind on tracing the hero's location. The dwarf city was too vast for a mere 5th-circle mage to cover, but she was somehow blanketing the entire place with tracking spells. It was possible because she was a genius, because the city's "vastness" was vertical rather than sprawling, and most of all, because her womb-hosted circle made her mana stability unmatched in magical history.
F-found you.
Unleashing the large-scale tracking magic, Karen pinpointed the hero's position in seconds. It was the forge where he'd commissioned his sword—she knew the rough location. Canceling the spell, she hurried toward it with quick steps. She wanted to sprint there screaming for him to fuck her brains out, but her entire womb buzzed with electric tingles, leaving her legs too weak to run. Walking like this was already her best effort.
Ugh... driving me insane.
Karen waddled determinedly toward the forge, legs shaky. Her panties weren't just wet—they were soaked through. Her bizarre gait naturally drew stares from the dwarves.
"Whoa, check out that human chick. Waddling like she got railed the night before, huh?"
"Haha, what lunatic would stick it in an ugly bitch like that? I'd sooner fuck a tree."
The dwarves' oblivious chatter—bordering on sexual harassment—reached Karen's ears loud and clear. She seethed with rage, tempted to incinerate the shitstains on the spot. But right now, her priority wasn't dealing with these vermin—it was meeting the hero. And after enduring all that humiliation to reach the forge...
The door was locked tight.
"Wh-what? Hero? You're in there, right?"
Karen banged on the locked door and shouted inside, but no reply came. Once more: a mage's greatness wasn't raw destruction, but versatility.
"Hyaah!!"
Karen activated her magic again. Five circles clamped down on her womb, making her thighs clench and twist. Even as a sharp orgasm hit from the intense, squeezing pleasure in her lower belly, her eyes stayed locked on the forge interior.