Diablo 2: Prodigy

Diablo 2: Prodigy (Chapter 2)
by Lady Jasmine
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Ah, we continue on now! This chapter has sex! XD

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Chapter 2: Thus begins the complicated fate

The dark haired beauty ran through the night, twisting and turning, bending her body away from trees that dared to block her path. She was running into the darkness of the Zann Esu forests, a wild place not known for its kindness or forgiving landscape. Gnarled trees in fact seemed to move as though to block her way or scare her off. It however would not work.

Her blue eyes narrowed as she felt the evil, fleeing her while laughing. It was maddening. She had come to the mage clan regions to finish her own mission and immediately a new one beckoned her aid, fatefully falling into her lap with the slayings of several young apprentice sorceresses in the peaceful and solitary world of the Zann Esu forest village.

It still burned her memory. The girl was tanned, quite beautiful; there was no doubt that loveliness would only intensify with age. However it was taken away in matter of seconds. A chanting of words followed by the decimation of the body into dust at such an alarming speed had terrified Celesta and the older sorceresses out of their wits.

The battle-ready sorceresses were not back yet from their own hunt, therefore Celesta felt it upon herself to find the evil; it was the least she could do in thanks to the high sorceress for opening her home to her to finish her own mission. Granted, her presence in the village had been kept hush due to the xenophobic nature of the villagers. Celesta had been asked to don the borrowed garbs of the high sorceresses daughter, Leene. The uniform was blue in nature, designating her a member under the high sorceresses' protection and a confidant of hers.

Unfortunately for her, the footwear left something to be desired; it hindered her. The muscles in her legs tensed as she pushed her body further, her legs pumping hard to keep up. She could not fail the the high sorceress. It was however unfortunate for her that she could not carry a spear around all the time without arising suspicion from the sorceress community. She had opted then to carry bows and arrows at all times as it was a somewhat acceptable weapon for sorceresses to carry.

Her trusty long bow, smoothed from age, was in her grip as she ran harder. She was breathing heavily, her path guided only by instincts and whatever her eyes could make out with the pale moonlight filtering in through the tree coverage overhead.

It was at that moment she glanced back. She could feel a horrible threat behind her, one she didn't notice until now.

Her heart was in her throat it seemed; such would explain the loud and throbbing pulse that seemed to be located there. Without her eyes facing forward, she was not able to stop herself from leaping over the fallen tree ahead and diving into the mighty stream whose sound she failed to notice.

A scream was ripped from her throat before she plunged into the chilling waters, head first.

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In the shadows, a creature of darkness smiled to itself. The sorceress would be a wonderful thing to feast upon! Imagine such power in her blood... and it was ripe for the taking.

The creature could have felt sorry for the sorceress. But no, its own survival trumped any remaining bits of empathy. Kill or be killed, that was how the land worked now with Diablo and Baal working in the light to change the world as it was fated to be changed.

Something however stopped the creature from moving forward out of the protection of darkness. Another presence was quickly gaining. It terrified the creature. This was no ordinary presence. It had felt presence like this once before and had enough sense to escape with its life barely intact.
violently
A force to be reckoned with was coming this way. With a wicked glare at the sorceress that lay face down in the water, the creature could do naught but slink away further into the deeper parts of the forest.

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The scream had barely registered in his mind as the bard's mind was placed elsewhere. He automatically turned and ran downstream of the river. The voice had echoed off the trees at the water to fatefully find his ears.

What could someone be doing out in the forest at this time of night? He wondered. His dull brown pants were weighted down at the cuffs from cutting through the river to make it to safer ground. He was concerned with the possibility of a horrific death occurring while he was near. He pulled out the knife strapped to the shoulder of his dark brown leather jerkin and ran with all his might. Considering the area, it was most likely a sorceress patrolling the woods.

He skidded to a halt at the river, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of struggle. In the moonlight, among the rocks, a dark form clung to the slick rocks.

"Hey! Are you okay?" he shouted out as he shook off the pack he was carrying. He squinted to determine if it was a broken branch, a dead animal or a person.

No response. He jumped in anyways, his hands paddling hard to make it to the figure. The water was chilly, sapping all the warmth from his body. His arm snaked around the figure. As he was swimming back to the edge, he realized the person he was carrying was definitely female based on the gentle curve of her waist.

He lifted her onto the land and knelt down next to her. He could hear faint breathing once he lowered his ear near her mouth.

Bayard violently shook her shoulder and called out to her, asking if she was all right. The woman groaned, turning to her side and coughing up water. Her teeth chattered as she curled into a ball on her side.

He swore, glancing around the woods. He wasn't sure which way camp was and wouldn't be sure until something answered his summons. The summons was sent immediately as he concentrated his energies before turning his attention back to the woman.

Bayard's hands were still glowing from the summons as his eyes fell on the woman's face which was illuminated by the faint light. She was quite exquisite. She had long dark hair splayed around her in slick wet bunches that were ruined by river water. Her eyelashes were thick and long like an exotic slash that only heightened her beauty. Her cheekbones high and delicate while her lips were plump like something he had many fantasies based around.

Lucky for him, his pants were wet and chilled from both the river water and the cool night breeze that filtered through the trees.

He acted quickly, realizing how cold she must be when he touched the skin of her face. From his pack, he produced the thick cloak he occasionally brought out for the cold winters or whenever he was traveling through the Arreat regions. It was a luxuriously thick coat woven together with wolves hides. He was pretty certain Rune would be horrified if he saw it.

He wrapped the woman in the cloak, relieved when he finally heard a metal clank behind him.

Bayard turned around to see nothing; it perplexed him. Then he turned his eyes down to find Spikey, happily waving at him.

He knelt down to get closer to the mini metal golem and sighed, "Well little one, I'm glad to see you. But you weren't quite what I was expecting."

He turned to gather the unconscious sorceress in his arms. She was heavy from the cloak and the additional weight of the water on her clothes. With a nod, he looked at the golem, expecting it to lead the way.

And lead it did.

***

It was a pity that Spikey didn't seem to understand the words "slow down" or "wait." Several times on the route back Bayard had lost sight of the metal golem as it clambered through brush and over thick roots.

When they finally reached camp, his companions were still asleep... but really, that was no surprise to Bayard considering his capabilities.

Spikey approached the fire pile with more twigs and branches as Bayard knelt down, gently lowering the woman near the growing fire. He unwrapped the cloak to check on her; she was still shivering, and no doubt it was due to her wet clothes.

He glanced around, wondering if he should wake up Alys. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud snore from Ferrum as his arm tightened around Alys' small waist. Well, there went that plan.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he then wondered if there was anyone else, or anything else that could do it. His eyes fell upon Spikey as he skimmed more wood off a tree nearby. His sharp arms sliced wickedly through the tree and it only made Bayard horrified for even considering it.

Bayard's gaze shuttered as he glanced at her smooth stomach, visible in the firelight and open for anyone to see with the low waisted skirt and high cropped blouse. He hesitantly removed her collar, unhooking it from behind her neck as he placed the gold and glittering jewelry aside. The gauntlets immediately joined the collar.

He moved on next to the blouse. Her cleavage was visible with the high crop and his fingers brushed the gentle swell of it as he gripped the soft cloth. As he peeled off the blouse from her body, his breath was instantly stolen from him.

From what he had seen so far, she was beautiful. This woman was quite lovely. She had amply sized breasts topped by rose coloured nipples. Her skin was lighter than the usual dark colouring of the sorceresses of these tropical climes. The evening breeze wafted in and his mouth went dry from watching the woman's nipples tighten to hard buds in response.

Paranoid, Bayard glanced back at Rune, Ferrum and Alys' sleeping forms. They were still out. Bayard concentrated his thoughts, his lips moving gently again to ensure that they did not wake; he had no desire to be suddenly found out in a compromising situation.

He tossed the blouse aside and took a deep breath, forcing his thoughts to move to safer territory. She was still shivering and what remained was her skirt. As he tugged it down her legs, revealing simple undergarments that instantly caused the beast in his pants to stir.

She was nude in the firelight, beautiful as she shivered and obviously a muse that Bayard could only dream of. As he tugged on one of the ends of the cloak, the beauty's eyes opened slowly.

She stared at him with intelligent green eyes that were full of confusion and showing the weakness of her physical state. Her full lips parted to whisper, "C-c-cold..."

Bayard nodded as he patted her arm. "I know. You'll be warm soon, I promise."

The woman's hand caught Bayard's and tugged on it. "So warm..." she murmured, pulling it to press it against her cold neck. The warmth of his hand spread from her neck into her chest as she tugged his hand lower, feeling the heat blossom out.

Bayard inhaled sharply, wondering what to do and if he was possibly dreaming. "You fell into the river," he hoarsely explained. "I don't know what happened to you..." His voice trailed off as she tugged on his arm harder, pulling him closer to her nude body.

He found himself lying next to the beautiful and very naked woman on the warm cloak. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him, snuggling closer against her chest with a content sigh.

The man with her sighed in response as he tugged the cloak around the both of them. He could feel her cold body through his clothes. He wondered exactly what she was thinking to find it acceptable to tug a stranger into sharing a cloak with you while you were naked. His thoughts were interrupted as her hands found its way under the leather jerkin, digging her way under the soft cotton of his tunic underneath.

Bayard gasped as her icy cold fingers pressed itself against his abdomen. It was what he imagined the touch of death would be like.

When her fingers finally warmed, he relaxed and the woman's arms snaked around her waist with her hands clasped behind his back. Her ripe breasts were pressed into his chest as she turned her head to the side, relishing the heat rising from his chest to warm her cheek.

The man sighed, wrapping his arms around the woman, pressing his hands into the gentle curve of her back. The woman suddenly moaned, her lips parting gently.

This suddenly became one of the most erotic moments in all of Bayard's twenty-seven summers alive. But somehow, despite the full blown erection he sported, he untangled himself from the beautiful woman and left the cloak, wrapping it around her afterwards.

Again, his lips moved and the woman fell sleep.

As he settled on the ground, his hands found the woman's blouse. On the cuff of her blouse, stitched in black thread was the name "Leene." He decided it was a given that such a beautiful woman would have a beautiful name to match.

He decided to wait for her clothes to dry before he struggled to put them back onto the woman. He promptly drifted off to sleep, his pants still uncomfortably tight.

***

The woman, Leene, was enough to fuel his fantasies. It was quite a simple dream but amazing considering it had been some time since his imagine had enough material to work with from real life.

She was in his arms and they were both still in the cloak. The fire was still burning with no one around. There was no Rune, Ferrum, Alys or Spikey for that matter. And he she was lying on top of him with nothing between them.

Her skin was smooth like finely polished ivory. She was glowing in the fire and moon light. The dim light only amplified her beauty, veiling her in mystery and fueling the hot longing within Bayard. That longing only intensified as he felt her hands on him. She was rooting between his legs, stroking him, cuddling him, findling him, loving the feel of him elongating between her fingers and the upwards surge of his hips as he urged her to explore more.

She was curling her fingers around his girth. He could feel her feminine fingertips tracing the veins around his cock followed by her nails against the delicate skin. His breathe sucked in quickly through his teeth as he hissed from the pleasure that mingled with the pain.

Bayard knew what she wanted, what she was working for. He pushed her lower as her face left his view. And then he felt it. Her hot plump lips were rubbing against his firm ridged tip. He felt her tongue flick out against it with wet and light strokes; he was in heaven. Her tongue was soft at first, curving around the sensitive head. He moaned as he felt her lips closer over the tip of him and suck him gently into her hot wet mouth.

He moaned her name, "Oh god... Leene..."

She smiled, a soft voice murmuring his name in response. Her head lowered and she continued her dark magic on him.

She pulled him tightly into her mouth and he moaned, his hips rocketing up to ease her way. Her mouth was a wondrous place, burning him, starting with his soul. He would trade it to her if it meant she never stop her delicious torture on him.

Leene held him in her mouth for a long tantalizing moment, her tongue flicking against the underside of his cock as one hand snaked under his body to cup him and keep him. He was ready to give in to such a carnal desire that was overriding his thoughts.

Teeth and tongue joined the exquisite assault on his penis. He was climbing faster to the edge, his hips lifting, forcing his length further past her luscious lips. He could feel her tongue, lapping at him, allowing full access to her mouth.

She was hungry for more; her head bobbed and she made little sounds of delight while she was feasting on him. Her mouth was watering and the sounds of her sucking were wet and erotic to both their ears.

Leene was ruthless; she rimmed his thickness with her teeth, with her tongue, with the long erotic sucking motions that her glorious moth was capable of. It was madness. She loved using her mouth to feast upon his gorgeous shaft and feeling the hard length of it deep in her mouth. She could not deny the need to possess.

The possessive instincts also burned within Bayard. He wanted to possess her. He wanted her mouth, he wanted her breasts, her beautiful eyes and the lush femininity of her that he longed to bury himself hard into and fuck senseless. However, the need in him now was to come in her mouth and watch her swallow every drop and accept all that he had to offer freely.

His hands grasped the silky strands of her dark hair as he groaned loudly, his blood boiling as he approached his climax. His pulse hammering as his hips bucked, forcing his cock deeper into Leene's heavenly mouth.

She refused to let go or lessen her maddening tongue as he jammed his penis into her mouth deeper; she stayed with the motions of his body, pulling and sucking and loving the movements of his deliciously divine body.

He felt her mouth suck greedily upon him as he erupted. Drop after drop came out of him as he groaned. His head was tilted back as Leene's did too to suck hard on the tip of him. She loved the salty taste of him, the thickness of his come as it slid down her tongue and down her slim throat. Even after he had given as much as he could, she was still nibbling on the head of him. Her tongue slipped out past her lips to lick contentedly at the traces of come still anointing his tip.

She crawled over him to let her body lie flush on top of his and stared deep into his eyes.

"Leene," he whispered as her nails gently scraped against one of his flat male nipples. "You are what dreams are made of--"

Bayard's eyes snapped open as he groaned. No longer was Leene's mouth on him, instead he was in a terrible situation he was in. He could only mumble irritably to himself as he stood up, grabbed his pack and made his way over in the direction of the river. He needed to wash his clothes and change into the fresh pair he had in his pack.

He glanced back, staring hungrily at the beautiful face of the woman as she slept in his cloak. Seeing her dark hair against his cloak made a possessive streak within him all the more obvious to him.

He tested the woman's name on his lips as he traversed through the forest.

"Leene..."

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