I am using this to experiment with my writing. I will be using a somewhat different style of writing and shorter chapters. Also with this chapter I am trying the use of poetry, and a different kind of lemon. Just a warning, but anyway without further adue…
As the world around us became red with blood
We stood together
I had no reason except her
Filled with guilt but bound by honor
We stood together
On a hill of isolation
Our enemies fell with each shot taken
We stood together
With them closing in
And no way of escape
We stood together
Till the very end we fought
But from death and despair they came
We stood together
Till the final breath we stood
But even together we were driven apart
We stood together
I was driven by honor not revenge
And that would be our downfall
We stood together
As we approached our dying day
She realized this and made them pay
We stood together
By the power of our enemies
Her body all but destroyed
We stood together
She sacrificed herself
In blood and in flesh
We stood together, one last time
All around us, they fell by the power only death can give
I held her to me, truly, finally together
I now stood alone
That day, all those years ago, with her dying wish and final breath
She gave me a reason for hate, and for revenge
I now stood alone
That day I became as she wished, a true demon hunter
I will now stand no longer alone; I will stand with new friends and new foes
For we will be together again, but today will not be that day
I had written this poem when my mother died, as a reminder so that I would never be able to forget that day. It is what makes me who I am today, and while it is a reminder of a sad moment; to me it has another meaning. To me it represents hope and perseverance, a need to move foreword. I don't tell anyone this, but it is the reason I was able to stay strong in the fight against the lords of hell. Well that and Leah, the only other person I had ever shown the poem to. I know no one will ever replace my mother, But as I sit with her at our inn in new Tristram, I know that there was finally someone else in my life that I love as much as I had my mother.
I had fallen in love with Leah somewhere during our mission against Balial. I'm not exactly sure when, but I do know that by the time I defeated Diablo she was all I was able to think about. So a few days later I decided to tell her how I felt, and it turned out that the felt the same way. So we ended up going back to new Tristram where we bought an inn, just like she had always wanted. We had been together for about 3 months now, but with everything we had gone through together before that, time hardly mattered.
As I finish reading the poem, I feel Leah press her lips against mine. I can taste the salt from her tears when she does this. You see today is a very sad day for both of us, it is exactly three years since the death of my mother, and exactly one year since the death of her uncle, Deckard Cain. It was merely coincidence that their deaths fell on the same day, but I think that it is something that helps us connect as a couple. Having someone that understands what it feels like to have a loved one die makes it easier to talk to that person. And with my mother's death such a big part of who I am, it is definitely helpful.
Leah pulls her head back for breath, but still no words are said. Words rush around my head, but I say none of them, content to just be in her presence. And this is how we stay, together, curled up on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep, for the better part of the day. Because of this, when night comes, we are both wide awake. We sit, the silence now awkward for a few more hours, determined to uphold our vigil of silence. However, we are both still quite glad when midnight comes.
As soon as it does a jumble of words spill around the room, none of them with any real meaning but after not talking for a day you feel as though something needs to be said, even if it doesn't make sense. After our words start making sense we decide to just talk, about anything. This works for awhile, but eventually we become too restless to sit any longer. We get up and move into the bedroom, determined to waste some of our energy.
As we move to the bed she starts to kiss me again, accept this time there is more movement. Her hands trail along my chest and mine begin to caress her legs. I feel the strength in her body, the muscle she developed from our fight against the demons. I push back and she lies down, accepting me on top of her. From this point a new pact is made, one that says that we will honor our dead for a day, and the next we will associate with happiness… and pleasure. No words are spoken with this, but in our heads, we both know its true, and more importantly, what will happen next to make it true.
Soon there was nothing separating us not even out clothing was able to keep us apart. The feeling of her skin against mine is like a drug, I can't get enough. The same seems to be true for her as her lips split apart and a soft moan escapes them. Soon that soft moan increases in intensity until it resembles more of a scream, only then will I stop my torture and enter her. I can see the pain spread across her face and a tear escape her eye, but even then she begs me to continue.
For her first time she does quite well, her body perfectly meshing with mine, until at least she does scream as she experiences her fist orgasm. I release into her soon after that and, being exhausted, lay down next to her. Slowly the both of us drift into a deep sleep with pleasant dreams, knowing that we will forever be in the embrace of the person who makes us complete.
I am going to end it here, but I have decided that I will make this into an ongoing story. So stay tuned…