Diablo 2: Apprenticeship

Apprenticeship
By Lady Jasmine (ladyofjasmine@gmail.com)

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Legal stuff here: This is meant as a parody. Characters mentioned are not mine, they belong to the creators of Diablo 2, and, if you're not within the legal age of your country to read things of an 'intimate' nature, please don't continue. I do not make any profit whatsoever from writing!

Also note, that this was written a long time ago (maybe 4-5 years ago) is crappy, but was amusing in a dorky way to me. See note at the end :P
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The hot sun glared angrily upon the crumbling city of Lut Gholein while the dry winds commanded the grains of sand to waltz and twirl in the city streets, eroding the walls, the buildings and anything that stood in its path. The sands danced around walls, twisting and turning as though in rhythm of the blacksmith’s hammer as it pounded on hot steel. Gold coins clinked as accompaniment as they dropped to the floor and rolled away. The song of the desert city was ruined by the high pitched voice of a young lady crying, "Augh! My money!"

The skinny light-green clad sorceress chased her coins as they rolled away from the blacksmith’s shop and towards the potion peddler. In her haste, the young lady tripped over her scruffy-looking and hole-filled leather boots. "Ackk!" She fell down, flat on her face and chest, and a puff of dirt and sand rose. She coughed upon unintentionally breathing the small grains.

From a not too far point, huddled by the dry well, three pairs of eyes watched, an odd and dumbfounded face on each of their face. The woman between the two men, dressed similar to the klutzy young lady, arched an eyebrow, "THAT is Sara??"

"It’s really up to you, Nightshade," the paladin sighed, drumming his fingers on his sword as he glanced over at the younger sorceress who was a few feet away and talking to Fara, begging her to give a discount. "Do you think someone of her age could handle the training?" His dark and thick eyebrow creased as a bead of sweat trickled down the smooth and tanned skin caused by the intense desert heat of Lut Gholein.

"Vinum, I honestly don’t know," the sorceress replied quickly, also taking a glance at the young sorceress. "She’s got spirit... but that’s all I could gather about her." Nightshade frowned slightly, her eyes looking the young sorceress, Sara, from head to toe. The older sorceress was worried. Ever since her quest of hunting down Diablo started, she had vowed not to take up anymore apprentices, especially since her last apprentice died from the hateful wrath of a dark rogue.

The image of a young lady, screaming out to her mentor as the dark rogues’ professionally aimed arrow pierced her chest, returned to Nightshade. The fear and agony in the young lady’s eyes and voice were terrifying and chilled the woman to the bone. Every single drop of blood that splattered from the woman’s breast was clear in Nightshade’s mind, even to this day. The red life-liquid made her own boil with rage and she attacked in a frenzy of swings and strikes instead of relying on her magicks.... a rather idiotic move for an experienced sorceress. And how much blood Phyllis lost during her mentor’s rage! Had the sorceress just finished the weak dark rogues with an ice orb, she could’ve saved her apprentice. Phyllis could be alive and well. That was a regret Nightshade had to live with. Even with her Zann Esu magicks, she was helpless to save an innocent life.

The hand on Nightshade’s shoulder roughly shook her back to reality. "Are you alright, love?" Vinum asked, reverently kissing her forehead.

"Pardon?" She blinked, a tear rolling halfway down her cheek before being wiped away. "Oh... I’m fine," she smiled weakly. "Just fine." She looked into his eyes and received an expression that could be easily identified. "Alright... I’m not gifted when it comes to lying," she sighed, leaning her head onto his shoulder, "But please, don’t worry about me. That’s the last thing I want." Her eyes trailed away from his disbelieving face and danced around, studying the rocky and gritty structures of the eroded walls and the crumbling buildings of the desert city. She still could not shake the dying image of her previous apprentice, Phyllis.

Nightshade shook her head and the image of Phyllis’ smiling face rippled like disturbed water until there was nothing. "I think I might give Sara a chance.... But, I think it’s strange," she softly admitted while crossing her arms. "When I left the village, I never asked anyone for apprenticeship. I always believed that when a Zann Esu leaves her village, she need not ask for help from another sorceress."

"Maybe she’s too young or weak" the large and burly barbarian added, setting his large double-axe to rest on his left shoulder. "Too young to know what to do when we’re on the road and too weak to fight back, perhaps. We’d be saving her ass most of the time.." He looked over at Sara again, his eyes locking in on the thin lady’s legs and buttocks. "Not that I wouldn’t mind saving her ass if that meant I got to see it." A perverse grin spread across the barbarian’s face, displeasing both the paladin and sorceress.

Vinum punched his arm, "Don’t go getting your hopes up over it, Drefan."

"Or your penis for that matter," Nightshade added, shaking her head.

Drefan only grinned in a proud, but guilty, manner. "So, virgin, yes or no?"

"Probably a yes," Vinum muttered. "I don't really think she's right for us though..."

"Alright! Fresh meat!" Drefan exlaimed too quickly. "I say we let her tag along--ow!"

Lifting her leather boot off of the barbarian’s own, Nightshade shook her head disapprovingly at him. "Dumbass. We should at least test her before doing so. I need to know if she can raise ‘energy levels' before accepting her."

Vinum placed his arms around Nightshade’s shoulders, pulling the woman closer to him. "So, you’re really going to give her the test?" he asked as he lightly kissed her cheek.

"Yes..." she replied, glaring at Drefan as he grinned broadly. "Wipe that smirk off your face, Drefan."

A shrill cry disturbed the trio into casting their eyes upon the young sorceress again. Sara once again tripped over her shoes, landing upon the dirt ground. She raised her head, hand outstretched as she cried out, "Oh no! My money!"

Drefan’s smile quickly faded, "One thing though, if she passes, we’re NOT letting her handle our money..." All three of them nodded with a sigh.

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Sara nervously walked up the stairs of the inn. In her ears, she could hear the sounds of her footsteps and the quickened pace of her heartbeat, threatening to drown out the steady rhythm of her boots. Miss Nightshade said she wanted to see me, she thought, her eyes timidly locked onto the ground as she ascended up the stairs. I hope this means she’s taking me seriously... She smiled optimistically, lost in thoughts of how great it would be to fight alongside a powerful sorceress, barbarian and paladin.

It would be such a rewarding and wonderful experience! she thought eagerly, excited at what she was praying to be great news. And to travel with all three of them.... She thought, nearing the last door of the hallway, keeping in mind how good-looking she found Vinum to be, It’d be perfect...! The young lady was swooning and walking on clouds but even her high spirits and wishful thinking could not prepare her for what lay ahead of her.

Alright, she thought, hastily knocking upon the door she was summoned to. This is it...

No answer.

She paused and knocked again. "No one there? That’s impossible," she thought. "I’m pretty sure I heard something."

Still no answer and still she paused.

........ There it was again. A soft muffling sound she could quite make out. "What is that?" she thought, knocking on the door for a third time.

Light footsteps were quickly approaching the door from inside the room. The door opened to a crack and a pair of dark eyes met with hers. "Oh, it’s you," Vinum smiled warmly. His smile caused a feeling of giddiness to sweep over the young sorceress. Her cheeks pinked. "You’re a little, early, but I suppose it’s alright." He casually opened the door, letting her in.

Sara nodded and stepped in as Vinum quickly shut the door behind her. The first thing the young lady first noticed was that Vinum had removed all of his armour and was dressed only in a simple tunic and pants. She blushed slightly and looked away when her eyes lowered to his crotch area.

Vinum was puzzled. His eyebrow shifted slightly as he tilted his head towards her, "Is something wrong?"

"Uh... no," she quickly replied, trying to hide her embarrassment by fanning at her face with her right hand. "I just.. ah, nothing." She smiled sincerely, her mind telling herself not to stare at a person’s—

"Ahhh..."

"Huh?" There it was again, the sounds she had heard from outside the door, but with much more clarity. She instantly knew what was causing the sound. Upon a large bed set in the middle of the room was Nightshade, stripped of her clothes and modesty, lying with her legs spread wide and her back arched as her hands wrung the thin cream-coloured cotton sheets beneath her body. Her face was distorted and her mouth was slackly open. She let out a throaty moan and thrust her hips towards the hungry mouth, feeding ravenously on her womanly nectar. That mouth belonged to Drefan, who was lying contentedly between her wide spread legs. His hands were tightly gripping and massaging her buttocks as she writhed on the bed, wanting to squirm away from his skilled tongue and the maddening pleasure it brought while wanting more at the same time.

With her face flushed a similar hue as Nightshade’s, Sara watched in shock as Drefan’s tongue flicked at (and sometimes kissing) Nightshade’s most private pink region crowned by small dark hairs. The naked sorceress choked back on a squeal, her head turning to mash one side of her face against the rough cotton. Her modest breasts were heaving up and down with each laboured breath. Now the one of the barbarian’s thick fingers joined in, playing with her at will; stroking and petting her moist and liquid silken-coated cunt while his tongue found her revealed nub.

The corner of Drefan’s mouth twitched briefly into a smirk. He knew damn well that all it took to break her was a good clit teasing. A second finger joined the other, spreading Nightshade’s lubricated tunnel more. Her walls tightened around the two fingers like a firm handshake and seeming to ask for more guests.

A sharp cry escaped her clenched teeth and her silken walls lightly rippled around Drefan’s fingers every time his tongue lashed out at her hardened clit. Slim tapered fingers of one hand were placed atop the barbarian’s bald and smooth head to ruin his chances of escaping even though she knew he wouldn’t dare to. What man would actually wish to escape such a situation that involved a beautiful woman? It was about as crazy as the idea of Drefan fighting the a beautiful woman that was straddling his hips and forcing him into sex with her. "A woman raping a man..." Nightshade thought with a groan as she grinded her crotch against the barbarian face. "Drefan would be elated. Lucky I s’pose for having no emotional attachment to any woman."

Vinum, dressed unlike the two on the bed, casually walked up to Nightshade and kissed one of her closed eyelids before whispering into her ear. "She’s here."

Nightshade’s eyes opened and she propped herself up onto her elbows with a smirk. "Ahhh...." she breathed softly. "Just keep her here and make sure she watches. It saves me from explaining a few things." Vinum nodded and received a kiss from her before she turned to gaze at the barbarian breathing on her nether regions.

Drefan’s breath was gently tickling the woman’s sensitive skin and rustling the thin strands of her pubic hair. Much to Nightshade’s disappointment, he withdrew his fingers, now glistening with her fluid, and licked them clean. She smirked briefly because, without warning, his strong hands grabbed her thighs to elevate and spread further as he got on his knees. She shrieked as her back was pulled away from the bedsheets and one of his arms slipped across her flat stomach, holding her close to him. Held so that her back faced him while she was upside-down, Nightshade’s shoulders, head and arms were the only parts of her that was still touching the bed. Turned upside-down, the sorceress knew exactly what Drefan was up to.

The musky scent radiating from her flowing cunt was too much for him to handle. He had to end it now. With his right arm holding her close and his left shoulder resting on the inner though of her right leg, she was deliciously vulnerable to him as always. Without hesitation, the index and middle finger of his free left hand rapidly dancing small circles around the sought nub. His tongue wriggled its way past the swollen lips, licking as deep as possible. Nightshade cried out in pleasure, her legs trembling in the air.

Sara watched, frozen, unable to look away out of curiosity and the rapidly building heat between her legs that urged her to observe. She could feel her own gathered wetness that was dampening her panties. Her feet shuffled nervously as she glanced shyly over at the dressed paladin.

He was casually seated on the wooden chair, leaned back and quite comfortable in appearance. This disturbed the young sorceress. How could he not be disturbed that some other man was enjoying his woman right now? Her thin dark eyebrow furrowed. Maybe she was wrong about them having a relationship to begin with.

Hope grew in her. Maybe there was a chance for her!

And then, hope quickly ebbed. Dear God, she thought, looking quite pale and horrified, Maybe he’s into watching! Or maybe he’s incapable of performing! Or maybe he prefers men! Or.... The list of ‘or’s continued on through her head as the shocked expression remained on her face, catching Vinum’s eye.

Standing up, he waved his hand in front of her face, directly across her line of vision. She blinked and looked up at him. He smiled, amused. "Are you all right?"

She blushed instantly. "Um, yes! Yes I am."

As if on cue, Nightshade immediately started hissing out loud, "Yesss!!!! Oh God, yes!" Her cry drew the stares of the paladin and young sorceress.

Sara quickly caught herself and turned away, her face tinted red. I should get out of here... She flicked a look at the tempting and inviting door that led back into the hall.

"Is something wrong?"

She jumped, turning back to the paladin, who still had the mask of serenity upon his face. "Yes, there is. Is Nightshade... your.. um......" she hesitated. "You know..."

He smiled warmly and returned with a curt nod. "She is my love."

"How the hell are you ok with this?"

Amused, the paladin shrugged. "We’re a team."

She stared in disbelief at him. That was a horrible reason. "So, what?" she replied huffily. "You must do everything together? God, don’t tell me you and him go to relieve yourself together."

Sara was instantly relieved when Vinum’s nose crinkled in disgust. Her relief then vanished upon his words, "First off, he has a tendency of writing his name on whatever he pisses on. Second of all, he can’t aim properly." He frowned as if speaking from a bad experience.

Her jaw dropped. What the hell is wrong with these people?? She thought weakly. "You’re all weird." She glanced over nervously at Drefan as he raised Nightshade’s legs up to have her ankles rest on his shoulders. "It doesn’t bother you that he’s gonna fuck your woman?"

Vinum arched an eyebrow. "I’m surprised someone like you knows that word... or even knows what that means."

She rolled her eyes. "I was raised on a farm, buddy. I’ve seen quite a bit." She glanced at the couple again as Drefan’s hips were fully pounding into the sorceress’ lithe and curvy body. "But..."

"But what?" he prompted.

She hesitated again and turned away shyly. "No, it’s stupid. Forget it." She felt his hand come to her shoulder and squeeze it gently, trying to coax the words out of her. "Well..." she glanced at him, the couple and then to the floor. "Just didn’t know it was done like that."

"Done like that?"

"Yeah..." her face burned. "Facing each other..."

Vinum bit down on his tongue to stop himself from laughing. "I see. Well... it can be done many ways, Sara." The young lady shivered as his hand left her shoulder. The way he said her name left a delicious tingle that ran from her ears to her toes. They still didn’t block out the ecstatic cries, gasps and moans that flew from Nightshade’s mouth.

Nightshade cried out wordless sounds to bolster the barbarian’s lust. He needed no more encouragement though. There he was, still happily drilling away at the slick and tight hole between the woman’s legs.

Sara scratched her head. It’s strange, she thought, being rather honest with herself. The body is really a strange thing. To think that women go nuts as soon as a guy’s penis is jammed up there. It’s just a simple motion... I don’t get it.

"Is something wrong?" Vinum asked again, this time quite wary of her readable expressions.

She shook her head, "No... I think I'm gonna pass on the apprenticeship actually." When a frown crossed the paladin's face, Sara nearly shouted, "I changed my mind!" Or course though, she steeled herself against that notion, refusing to submit to such things.

"Oh, and why's that?"

She frowned, "I don't agree with this. You guys probably think I'd join in on this just for the chance of being part of the 'team.'"

He paused, taking in her words for a moment. "We don't think that," he replied firmly. "We expect it. It's part of our training."

She stared blankly at him. "What??"

"That's right," Nightshade got up from the bed and away from the barbarian who was quite obviously finished with his business. "You know how there are items out there that can strengthen your magic, right?"

The young lady nodded slowly, not really understanding where she was going.

"Yes, well, this is how we strengthen ours."

Sara stared in disbelief, "You're kidding me?"

"No joke."

The young sorceress was still skeptical. It didn't make much sense. This all seemed like some large elaborate plan for them to bed a virgin. She glared at them, "Are you sure it's not just cause you're all horny sex-fiends?"

Vinum faked a hurt expression. "That's probably half of it actually."

Sara frowned, turning on her heel. "Whatever, I'm out of here." No one made any attempt to stop her. Maybe they knew from the beginning that she really wasn't suitable for the...ahem... "position."

As soon as she was gone, the nude sorceress turned back to the paladin and walked into his open arms. She sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, "Damn... I guess you were right, she really wasn't the one for us."

Vinum shrugged, stroking the long and soft hair of his beloved. "Well, yeah, but I really didn't care for that matter."

She raised her head. "You didn't." He shook his head. "Then why did you let us continue?"

He smiled slyly, "Because I know you get really horny when someone other than me is watching." He then reverently kissed her forehead as she returned the smile. "My turn now."

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Author's note: This story makes no sense to me. The first half of it is about a year old and I really thought I should at least finish it than waste it. Was originally made out of boredom after a Blizzard Online chat with someone suggesting that with any character’s stats, "specifics" should be written concerning energy. As in whether the energy that a character had should/could be replaced with a person’s sexual energy/sex drive. Weird thought. ^^;;; Ah well, till the next story.