Diablo 2: Longing to be with you

Diablo 2 – Longing to be with you
By Lady Jasmine (ladyofjasmine@gmail.com)

Chapter 3: The start of the lies

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This is a rewritten version of the original. (Rewritten Oct 2007, originally written Jul 01- Jun 02.)

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At the edge of the desert in the still quiet of the night, flames of the night fire busily devouring the wood while the smoke danced lazily towards the heavens and the sparkling stars. The once glorious city of Lut Gholein was still sitting meekly at the edge of the western horizon as though it were taunting the small campsite, still far from it. The lights of the torches that burned brightly throughout the desert city beckoned travelers. "I'm not too far away, but you are tired," the city seemed to cry out into the wind that swept up and around the vast ocean of sand.

Meanwhile in the campsite away from the desert city, the fire was still going strong and filling the air with the sound of angry crackles as it gnawed noisily on the the wood. The fire was burning angrily, much like the temper of the furious paladin inside the tent; he was pointing the deadly tip of his sword at another man.

"Touch her and I’ll kill you," Erix growled at Rune, his expression matching the anger of his voice.

The sharp point of the sword was clearly visible in the firelight illuminating the outside of the canvas tent. Rune's eyes met with the dark eyes of the paladin which glared fiercely. Clearly, Erix was angered by the fact that the druid invaded his "beloved’s" tent while she was asleep and vulnerable.

Rune quickly stole a glance at the unconscious sorceress. Nevia still lay flat on her back, her legs spread brazenly with one of her hands responsible for all her writing and moaning. She was still under the influence of the tainted water.

However, that simple glance from Rune made the paladin furious, "What the HELL do you think you’re doing in here?"

Grimacing, Rune returned the glare but kept a cool voice, "I’m just checking on her. The water she drank was mixed with a sleeping root and an aphrodisiac."

Erix tensed slightly and feigned surprise; He thought Warriv got rid of the drink. ".... So... you drugged her?!" he hissed, trying to convince himself that Rune really was the culprit.

The druid’s eyes’ widened, "What?! No! I would never do that to Nevia! Someone else must’ve. Maybe the person who sold her the gourd lined the inside with it.... or used it before on some other poor woman..." his voice trailed, sounding both angry and confused.

Lowering the blade, Erix was unsure of what to do. His act of running into save Nevia from the evil and lecherous druid wasn’t turning out as he expected. He had forgotten all about the water that Warriv had drugged. It never even crossed his mind that there was some left and that Nevia would finish it. He glanced over at the young woman sleeping and moaning on the floor.

"We should leave..." Erix finally muttered, opening the tent flap and not taking a second glance at Nevia.

Rune slowly got up, taking notice of the paladin’s awkward behavior. As the druid passed by Erix, it suddenly hit him. "He did it...." he thought, his eyebrows narrowing into a V over his glaring eyes which threatened to burn into the holy warrior in the same fashion as his molten boulders could do to the evils wandering about the forest.

As tempting as it was to punch the paladin, take the girl and run away to Lut Gholein to find the nearest and available room, he decided to do no such thing. Inside, he really did want Nevia and, ever since she left, he had felt as though a piece of him were missing. Granted, it was his own fault for her leaving, but Rune knew there had to be a chance to get her back.

Taking a bold action as stealing her would only be a temporary solution. If Erix really cared about Nevia the way Rune assumed he did and if Nevia returned those feelings there was no doubt that he would chase her to hell and back. However... speaking in simpler terms, If Rune was to say.... "have" Nevia... it could be permanent with no man standing as a threat to the security of the relationship he desired, especially Erix. A proud and silly idealistic paladin surely wouldn't be able to deal with that.

"I know I can’t make Erix back off," he thought, annoyed. "No warrior is stupid enough to back away from their prize. So... that means he needs to do the honourable thing and leave on his own accord..."

With his dream in mind, Rune quietly returned to his tent and threw open his stash chest. He quickly and expertly rifled through the contents, pulling out a pale beige spiraling root. He smiled to himself, closed the chest and exited his tent. The reason Rune was so familiar with the goddess root and sleeping root was because he had experimented with it a few times. Not only did both medicinal herbs effectively through the digestive system, it's effects also were just as potent when it entered the respiratory system.


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From his guardpost, which was the entrance to Nevia’s tent, Erix lifted his head. "I cannot fall asleep," he repeated in his mind several times as his mantra. His eyes darted to the right of him when he saw shadows moving. The moving shadow was Rune, walking casually up to the campfire. In his arms were several different sizes of wood. He smiled at Erix before tossing the wood into the burning heap. He then rubbed his hands together and held them out to the flame, obviously warming them.

Erix’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as the druid waved at him in such a casual manner he found it mocking. The druid then left. "What was that about...?" the paladin thought, shaking his head with a sigh. His thoughts returned to the sorceress and a horribly guilt washed over him. He blinked slowly, his eyelids feeling heavy. "Stay awake," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

He quietly turned to the fire, watching it closely, hoping the flickering light would affect his eyes and make him stay awake. The warm glow on his face seemed comforting to him as his eyelids half-dropped. The paladin was still staring at the fire, watching the gentle swaying of the flames that danced in the wind. It was as though the fire was dancing in a hypnotic trance. The smoke rising from the fire was just as hypnotic... He failed to realize the truth of the smoke.

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Stepping over Erix and into Nevia’s tent, her sleeping sanctuary, he immediately was overjoyed. The goddess aphrodisiac, which he knew to be extremely potent even if diluted with water, had not worn off yet. Nevia’s hands were still busily kneading one breast and madly fingering herself. The soft slurping sounds of her wet pussy lips around her slim fingers could be heard blended in with the crickets chirping away. The pungent fragrance of her love juices lingered in the confines of the tent, attacking all of Rune’s senses, beckoning him to touch her.

He slowly knelt down and his lips quickly seized the woman’s open mouth when she moaned. His tongue quickly snaked its way into hers, the tip tracing over her tongue and running over the hardness of her teeth. One of his arms gently cradled her head, pulling her closer to him while the other supported her lower back. Both of Nevia’s hands freed themselves of their erotic duty to reach up and grasp Rune’s forearm, squeezing gently. Rune sighed, kissing her harder. Two digits of Nevia’s right hand was dripping of her own nectar. The smell was closer and more incredible than he remembered.

Rune broke the kiss briefly, a sudden pang of sorrow upon remembering his last time being with her. He quickly replaced that thought with the reality of the present and what possibilities lie ahead.... Better yet, what possibility is lying on the ground..... Nevia.

He quickly peeled off all of his clothes, relieving himself of the pressure in his pants caused by his member. Before, it was pressing insistently against the cloth as though begging to be released. With an animalistic hunger, Rune rapidly stripped Nevia of her clothing to then marvel at the horny sleeping goddess before him. "She’s so beautiful.... even more than last time..." he whispered, feeling a breeze run through the tent.

The anxious man smiled to himself and slowly got on top of her, gradually lowering himself to press his naked body against hers. Ah, that feeling. Skin against skin. Her soft silken breasts with their fine hard points touching his own naked chest – he thought he was going to go mad.

Rune suddenly felt weak. "What?" he thought, turning his head to the back of him. He realized his error. One of the flaps of the tent was open wide and, with the shifts in the wind, most likely the smoke from the burned sleeping root found its way into the tent. "No..." he thought, making a fist and digging his nails fiercely into his palm, refusing to give in to the powerful effects of the sleeping root. "This is my turn...!" He shook his head rapidly, his other hand squeezing the muscles of Nevia’s leg roughly. He noticed Nevia winced and her eyelids flutter open briefly, look at him and release a moan in pain. "Rune..."

He quickly released her leg and Nevia’s eyes closed. "Shit.... that was close," he though, shaking his head.

Once again, he dug his nails into his palm as he slowly positioned his member at slick entrance of her velvety folds, "I’m not going to let anything take this moment away from me!" he thought, absolutely determined.

Nevia winced in pain, her eyes snapping wide open. Her eyes had trouble focusing from the pain and the dull throbbing in her forehead. The pain spiked from the core of her body and spread warmth throughout her supple body; she felt overheated and her head in a haze—though a very pleasurable haze given the deliciously slick movement in her loins. She could stop herself from moaning out loud.

"What is it that feels so good?" she thought to herself, still feeling drowsy.

Above her, rapidly moving as the figured seemed to jump up and down in her view, she could make out the figure of man’s shoulder and head, very close to her.

Against her face, she could feel soft puffs of air that touched like a feather against across one cheek. A voice could be heard, a deep voice, grunting. Heat also.... heat of another. That’s when she realized what was going on.

"Rune...?" she thought with an agonized moan as his thrusts sped up.

Her back was sliding back and forth against the rough ground and she could feel several small pebbles and bits of dirt biting into her skin. The pure friction of it all, the rough motions of her skin scraping over the hard earth and the smooth and silken thrusts of Rune’s rigid member into the wet and hot sanctuary of her no-longer virgin cunt. On her own, she raised her hands and laced her fingers together behind his neck, feeling the muscles in his neck move with every thrust.

His thick shaft smoothly and deftly entered and exited her body. She could express no discontent as it rocked sensations into her she had never felt before... and she loved every moment of it, squealing as his thrusts became more forceful. She even began to get into the rough sex. In time to his thrusts, she raised her pelvis, loving how deep his penis went into her. She could feel how wet she was; Her sex juices was all over Rune's member, matting the hair of his scrotum and gently running down her smooth skin.

"Rune..!" she moaned hoarsely. Her mind was in disbelief that she was allowing the druid to fuck her and even more shocked at how right it felt. She lifted her head up to kiss his neck, feeling the heat against her lips and the taste of the salty sweat of his skin every time she licked her lips.

Rune couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Nevia’s face being distorted by the heady sensations of ecstasy and pleasure that sex brought her. Keeping his cock inside her, he lifted himself off of her so he was on his knees. Nevia sighed in disappointment and Rune’s smile broadened as his hands slid down from her torso to her backside, firmly cupping one cheek in each hand. Nevia nodded and wrapped her legs around him and he quickly thrust himself deeply inside of her with a groan.

Nevia incredibly so tight around him; her walls lusciously squeezing his length with each thrust. Regardless of how juicy she was they could still feel the intensely hot friction of their most private parts. It was white hot pleasure, like a thick blanket draped over the two of them and only for the two of them. They couldn't get away and couldn't get enough of it.

Still keeping the fast and frantic pace, Rune’s eyes closed against the pressure building in his body; He could feel it, he was nearing the end. In a way, he wanted it to continue. He would love to fuck Nevia all night long if possible. On the other hand, he also wanted it to end just for the honour of being able to say smugly to Erix, "Yes, I did have sex with Nevia."

Tipping her head back, Nevia’s moans evolved suddenly to a howling cry. Her fingernails dug into his back as she rocked with him. She was so close to her peak.

Rune’s grip on Nevia’s backside tightened as he slammed in and out of her with all the intensity and longing from the long months searching for her. He felt like he was an unstoppable force of nature, eagerly waiting to wreak its havoc.

A strangled cry came from Nevia’s throat of his name and he immediately felt the velvet walls of her core pulse spastically before clamping down fiercely around his cock. He grunted, slamming his hips into her for one final thrust as he poured his virility inside her.

Stream after stream flooded her wet passage and Nevia could feel the rush of heat inside her. She moaned his name throatily and pressed her forehead against the base of his neck.

Having came hard inside the woman he loved, Rune could not have been happier. He could feel his body weakening starting with his knees. He lowered onto her, into the arms of the sorceress with his slowly softening cock still inside her. He could still feel small squeezes on his member with every heaving breath of hers.

"Mmm..." Nevia smiled, crossing her arms over his back in a close embrace. She could feel his penis grow soft and small inside of her and she shifted up slightly to release it.

Rune sighed, his head nestled in the valley between Nevia’s breasts, the place he had longed to be for so long. Not just wanting to feel her cleavage under his head, but to lie on her, in her and wrapped within arms after many months of wanting to be just like that.

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Nevia blinked slowly, lifting her head up and rubbing her eyes with a yawn. She felt dizzy and she could only lift her head. Morning rays were obvious against the canvas of the tent as her eyes focused then quickly widened. There was the smiling Rune. What shocked her was not the cute smile he had in his sleep, but the reality that he was sleeping on her, both of them naked, with his head resting on her breasts.

She shook his shoulder, trying desperately to wake him up, "Rune? Rune?"

An incoherent murmur later, Rune sleepily asked, "What is it?"

She shook him rapidly, "Please, wake up."

Slowly, the sleepy druid lifted his head off her soft twin orbs of flesh and looked up at her, blinking slowly, "What do you want?" He paused and looked around, remembering he was in her tent..... and the two of them naked. He frowned at her frantic expression, "What is it?"

Nevia shook her head, "Please, promise me something."
He raised an eyebrow slightly, "Okay...."

She bit her lip nervously, looking close to crying, "You can’t tell Erix what happened."

Rune stared blankly, unsure of what to say. "That’s exactly what I was going to ask you," he thought in disbelief. "If Erix found out I used sleeping root on the fire and came in here to have sex with you, but instead fell asleep from the root, he would kill me. Even if I had managed to screw her, I still wouldn’t tell him directly."

His pause of silence made Nevia even nervous, "Please!" she begged. "You can’t tell him I had sex with you!"

"What??" Rune thought, even more surprised as he stared at her, wide-eyed. "I didn’t have sex with you.... I fell asleep." He thought harder, his eyes lowering to the ground, trying to think up an explanation. "She obviously was having a dream before I got here.... then she opened her eyes.... OH!!!" He could’ve ran out of the tent screaming in joy at that moment. "She's confused. She thinks we really did sleep together..." He smirked. "I’ve heard that ‘goddess’ also affects women in their sleep... but damn, this is per—"

Nevia shook him again, interrupting his thoughts. "Rune, please, promise me.... You can’t tell Erix I slept with you."

He arched an eyebrow, "Nevia, that was the best night of my life. For me to know that you still feel the same way about me as I now do about you. You enjoyed it... didn’t you?" He sounded hurt, trying to go along and guess her dream.

The sorceress turned red, "Yeah," she admitted timidly, "I did... but, regardless, I shouldn’t have let it happen. I never should’ve slept with you. I didn't mean to... I don't even know what happened. But... if Erix should find out..."

"Too late," a voice said from behind the tent. Rune and Nevia’s head turned. At the entrance of the tent, holding the canvas flap up, was a quiet Erix. Rune’s glance shifted back and forth from the paladin and the sorceress as the silence stayed.

"Erix.... I-I... I’m really so--"

He shook his head and swallowed hard, "I just... I came to wake you up and get your equipment," he answered automatically without any emotion. "I have an old friend in Lut Gholein who could repair it all for free.... so...." He didn't bother finishing his sentence. With a stony expression, Erix spun on his heel and left.

Nevia bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying. Too much was going on at once.

Rune, playing the innocent actor, held her in his arms, stroking his hair and rocking her back and forth, trying to comfort her. However, the sly gleam in his eye said all... if anyone bothered to look.

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