Hi! This is my second chappie to this wonderfully indecent fic! I'll cut the crap now after these messages:
Disclaimer: I don't own Diablo… or another fandom I MIGHT just throw in there….
AND I'm puttin' this up on deviantArt first, so it will be just a bit weird…
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I jump over to another hay-thatched roof and crawl over to where I predicted would be behind her. I leap and make my descent. I scrape my nails smoothly down the walls, making as loud as an approach as I could. She turns around.
(Backstory)(Backstory)(Backstory)(Backstory)(Backstory)(Backstory)(Backstory)
Megara isn't a bad-looking girl, just a mean one. For a while, she was even the most wanted girl here. Then she started punching the guys who made advances. And some men didn't give up easily. That's how she is the ice queen of Tristram.
Daughter of the proprietor of a merchant's guild, she has everything girls want materialistically: gorgeous clothes, good food, lotsa confections, and her own purse full of gold. The purse of gold I took advantage of when I moved here. Even though it has a tight clasp, I always snuck out ten coins per day. Until she caught me.
Being sixteen years old and me about thirteen, she thought I was coming to grope her. Lemme tell you from experience, her right hook is evil. After that, she had some kind of nasty comment ready for me wherever I went. Life went to deeper shit from then.
Lynching became more frequent and trying to survive went to shit. I'm a forgiving person, to some extent. I can see why she thinks I'm an evil fuck. Not gonna stop me from getting a little payback, though.
(End)
I'm going to humiliate her in the deepest way possible: personally. No jokes, no immature pranks, no heckling, no bullying. Just making her feel as shitty as I did.
This is going to be hard for me for three reasons: She is a devout worshipper of gods, making this a religious fracas, seeing as I worship a totally different God. Megara is chaste and pure, making this seem like an assault in the Three Evil's names. And she's very attractive, making it difficult to not kiss her feet instead of giving her just desserts.
"Foolish girl. You shouldn't be here. Bad things happen to people in dark places. Why don't you just run home now?"
I use my best imitation of a demon's voice. I'd say I pulled it off pretty well, judging by her expression. For added effect, I bare my sharp, glistening teeth in a gruesome smile and use a bit of my magicks to add a glow to my eyes. Very scary, by my estimations.
"Keep away from me you dirty beast!"
The red haired girl attempts to make herself more intimidating by sticking out her chest. She's used this before, to great effect, but there's really only one true reason it works.
Her bust practically bursts from her dress, and most guys are so absorbed in ogling her that she has time to kick them in the rocks and run off. Not that she as much luck here, as I keep a straight face and laugh sinisterly as a reply. She is taken aback and throws a rock at me. I catch it. With my teeth.
"Keep away from me, you bastard, you don't frighten me."
I crush the rock with my jaws. The girl starts to get more frightened, but then she sucks it up and reaches for something.
"Ah, ah, ah…"
I shake my finger in a very vexatious way.
"You're not going to get out of here, my sweet."
Then she is now completely freaked. I just dared to call her what a certain bandit had at one point during an extended ransom. And I was he. I was the one who said that, but under disguise, thankfully. Hey, I was desperate.
"W-who are you?!"
I ponder this. Why doesn't she see me? Oh, it's dark, that's right. She can't. I now decide on what to say. Something unnerving, something dark, something perfect for the occasion…
"Consider me…your punishment."
Incoming fruit. Sometimes these bitches never learn. I dodge a-that way. I dodge a-this. Man, she really doesn't like me. I basically lazily evade the speeding produce. I get impatient. How much stuff is in the damn basket?
I decide to cut the barrage short instead of waiting for the ammunition to run low or the bitch to get tired. So I jump high, dive low, and snatch poor Megara away.
She screams her head off, but we're far enough away where they won't do her any good. I run like the wind, faster than any natural being. An even pace I keep, as grass rushes underneath me as I speed over the highlands.
When I spot a nice pile of hay, I dive into the pile, while hurling my captive on top.
It's a little hard, moving in hay. However, I've practiced crawling around in this stuff, just for fun. This skill comes in handy, as I attempt to allocate my victim. This is easy, seeing as her screeching and constant wriggling guide me.
"When my father finds out about this, you'll find yourself back in the pit you came from!!"
I pop my head up next to hers. I get the desired effect.
"AACK!... Wait a minute—" She takes a look at my face "You're that perverted demon that keeps plaguing the villagers."
She shifts backwards nervously.
"What do you plan to do with me?!"
"Oh. Just…eh… this."
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I sink down and burrow around to the bottom of her dress. I can feel her quaking with fear. Good…
I surface slowly, keeping most of my head down, save my white hair. Heh.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
I get a high-heeled boot in the face. And its metal tipped.
"Nice try, my sweet, but to no avail. Now you're really going to get it. I was just trying to spook you before."
"What kind of demon just frightens people?! You're lying!"
"No I'm not. Just look at the Hidden. No wait, you can't. They're invisible, save when they are going to kill… or have their way with pregnant women. Always pregnant women, for some strange reason."
Proceeding through the inside of Megara's skirt, I come to her frilly white undergarment. She's hyperventilating and trying to get away.
"Even though you're so pathetic, you really aren't putting up much of an effort. If I was in your position, I'd have tried to strangle my captor with my thighs."
And the girl is stupid enough to actually try this.
"I'm a tad immune to that tactic; it just makes me really hard in the pants. I say, you've got really smooth skin…"
"Why. Won't. You. DIE?!"
"Because I fuck women, women don't fuck me."
And the purpose of her kidnapping dawns on her.
"I'll eat you out now," I announce. I love weirding people out. A pastime I've had since birth…
A gloved fist hits my head. Maybe reality didn't dawn on her. Or maybe I'm just scary.
"I'd rather die than be eaten!!"
"Oh, so you want to die?" I reply. I poke my head up in a comical way, with my eyebrows raised. I smirk for added effect.
"I don't want either!" I laugh softly.
No, she's just really clueless. That explains an ass-load of things. Like how she thought being "really hung" was being hanged with a metal-lined rope. Hey, gossip about me can go both ways…
"Then the greater evil is a must…"
She starts screaming again. I push her thighs away from my skull and slit her underwear with my index fingernails.
She panics. And now for the immediate and totally predictable response: "NO! You won't take my virtue!"
"To hell with your virtue. It's not like you have much, anyway."
"I do so. I am faithful to the mighty gods, and I abide their rules."
"Feh, cold statues. I suppose that no place in your holy texts is there a "holy" law against the attacking of a defenseless child? Your bitchy tirades nearly got me killed several times. You're almost as bad as Lazarus the Heretic, sending half-witted ingrates to slaughter a boy over some feeble misunderstanding."
"You are no child! You are a deceptive demon that slits the throats of babies and makes unholy love to lowly beasts!"
"What crazy, fucked-up, cracker barrel did you listen to? Honestly, what company do you keep that spreads such WEIRD-ASS lies about me and similar wretches?
I had to eat from the dirt when I was but a babe, for my care-taker would leave me to die as she went off to whore herself off to some mercenary. My teacher would peg me to the board, and then beat me with a rusty distaff whenever I made the slightest infringement."
I scowled with an almost hellish fury. Those days were just awful. I'd had better memories with the frigging Butcher, for criss sakes ((He was really bloodthirsty and sadistic, but he kind of liked me. However, he liked to play really rough games and I got broken bones and big bruises despite my increased durability of flesh.))! Then I sadden as I remember the times after those vile five years.
"Hell means nothing to me because earth for me was its equal. Love was a stranger to me until my father had come back to Tristram. Even then, when my father descended into the dungeons, the villagers would watch me, convinced that whatever I touched would die or be cursed. When that happened, they would come after me."
I hated it when the lynchings came, but at least those times were not as rough as when I was in a room with a self-righteous zealot. I soften as I remember my few friends (other than the baby Fallen, Lachdanan, and the Butcher.)…
"Mind you, Griswold and Ogden had no part in this, for they had different beliefs. And Adria was too fond of me."
I grimace at the recollection of one of our last few "sessions". Gad, my pelvis. The scars still ache from time to time.
"Way too fond. I went around her only when I was desperate. I kept in her house until father came back. Wirt also sympathized, because we were of similar situations, although he wasn't lynched.
I don't attack people in the dead of night. I only go after food and women. I need food to live, not blood as some think, and I like women for obvious reasons. I had my first real meal when I was seven. My first fuck came at fourteen. That's my life story in a nutshell."
I'm an inch from Meg's face. She looks like she's on the brink of tears. Or killing me.
"I understand you're so miserable. But that doesn't mean you're going to rape me."
And the right hook connects. Ouch.
As my eyes refocus, my captive is trying to wriggle away. I pull her back.
"Nooooooooooooooooh!! Nononononononononooooooooh!!"
"Nice try. Not really working for ya, though. Not exactly winning favors, either."
"You! WON'T! RAPE! ME!"
With each word, she wiggles furiously.
"I'm not gonna ravish you. I do have some kind of honor."
"You talk of revenge and taking my virginity, but you speak of honor? That's not convincing me."
I push her skirt up, exposing her frilly underwear.
"I don't hurt people most of the time. Even when my life is threatened, I restrain myself. The teachings that I believe in and my morals have me do so. Don't speak to me of your opinion, for it shall not sway me."
She is stunned but for a moment. Then the wind blows by and she notices what I did. Then the wiggling starts again. I notice this.
"But it doesn't mean you're not getting away from this."
I flip her back onto her back. Instead of what she expects, that being undoing my breeches, I open my mouth and let my tongue snake out. She starts wiggling even more.
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My tongue is another of the things I get from my mother's side. It is long, thick, and forked.
This is a key feature which I flaunt willingly and constantly. It helps keep annoying people from coming too close and helps attract a crowd in search of a freakshow sideshow, or just my special talents with it. In short, it's a money-maker.
My application in this situation is obvious: to pleasure the girl. No other reason.
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"You ARE NOT PUTTING THAT IN ME!!"
"Oh, come on, you know you want it…Just, not, uh, now. But, ah, I will."
"YOU FUCKHEAD!!"
"Here it comes now. Open up."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH—"
I stick it in. My tongue feels its way through the little wet hole, seeking entrance. It comes to a wall, and pushes against it. It weakens a little, and I withdraw.
"How was that?"
I smile wantonly. Megara just stares at me blankly like I'm some sort of ugly fish.
I'm thinking she's like this at the moment because something from somewhere else went a certain place on her body when she was having trouble coping with what it was, and that it so explored her in such a manner so alien to her that she has trouble taking the concept of a certain something going somewhere real fast. That said, she isn't used to having a tongue in her koochy, and is really confused at how to react to it. That, and she is stumped by why I smiled at her and asked her how she was feeling when I'm supposed to be "ravishing" her.
Then she decided. She got really pissed.
"What the HELL are you doing?! You take me out here, proceed to forcefully enter me, and then play at asking me how I'm feeling and smiling as if you aren't trying to make unholy love to me. What the living FUCK do you THINK you're DOING?! I HATE YOU!! DIE!!"
She starts kicking, screaming, and cursing at me again, only harder and louder and filled with pure frustration. I've decided that she needs to learn a lesson.
"I HAAATE YOOOOOO—"
I lean forward, and kiss her firmly on the mouth. I give her the longest, deepest, and most passionate kiss I've ever given previously. Honestly, I believe no woman in her right mind, even when so totally angry, would react badly to this.
Come to think of it, I pull stunts like this to avoid facing harsh reality. If I have to cheat to keep myself and loved ones happy, so be it.
I withdraw slowly, and look at her with heavy-lidded eyes. She seems to be in a daze…
"Now… how was that?"
She just stares upwards, unblinking… I'm starting to get a bad feeling
"Dear God, I've killed her."
I grimace comically. Having a dead girl is like having a house with no links to an aqueduct. No plumbing.
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"Hello? Are you still with us? Oh Meg, your life is calling. Come back…"
"That… Wha?..." Man, she must take classes to practice that tact of hers.
"Glad you still have a pulse. Are you going to give a more detailed answer than some gibberish? I can't have a decent session of sexual coitus with a corpse, ya know…"
"Oh my… Why are my lungs on fire? Why does my skin feel hot? And… why do my privates feel wet?"
"A typical series of questions. Alright, I'll tell you. I've just done something to you called sexual arousal. Even though you consciously don't register what happened fully, your body is fired up by that kiss of mine. Sorry if that was so sudden, but I had to convince you in a less than ideal way…"
Megara shoots me a questioning look.
"You're trying to have me sympathize with you… by raping me? How intelligent…"
Man the sarcasm came rolling off that comment. Worst yet, it stung.
"Fantastic. I'm losing. Ah, I was tired of talk anyway…"
"Oh no you DON'T!"
(And back to the sex!)
She swings… but this time I'm ready. I duck around and disappear under her skirt and make my way back to her glistening centerpiece.
"Man, I really did it with that one. It's practically a river in here…" I'm muttering here.
"Hey Megara. This WILL sting. A lot. For a few moments…" And this was obviously out loud…
My tongue zips out and plunges into her womanly entrance. I hit a barrier at the expected depth. However, this one is practically forged shut. Even straining can't bust this damn thing. And my tongue's REALLY muscular. I must take more drastic measures…
I undo the caps once again on my index fingers' nails. I delicately open up Megara's vagina to get a better look at the virginal wall. I also see a slight blue-ish glow most people would miss (if they looked in here). But I'm not most people.
"A magical ward. Looks like daddy was rightly paranoid…"
"That's true Horadric magick. None can break that. Only powerful sorcerors can remove that."
"Then it must be fate that I'm Raji'id Fael' Re' jan's son, neh? Hold still."
I shift myself up, pushing away the voluminous skirt, raise my left hand and plunge my sharp finger into the moist slit.
I make a quick and efficient trisection of the hymen with a few accurate movements of my index. No more can she boast proudly to would-be rapists that she has a "Horadric magickally charged dick stopper". I don't even know if she even calls it that. Yeesh; the implications are quite disturbing…"
(End… for now…)
"So much for that. So now what?"
"Well, the lynch mob arrives, and you hang."
"Honey, this is the border of the frigging Black Marsh. No idiots come out here unless they like getting attacked by wild animals, or are finally going to take back the hay I stocked right here for my personal use."
"But you only ran for ten minutes…"
"Min—You have a pocket watch, don't you? And where did you find the time to clock me?"
"I was waiting for you to put me down so I could properly knock your head off. Now answer my question: how are we so far out here?"
"I'm a half-demon, which I'm sure you already know. I get some positive things from my mother other than nice hair, ya know"
"Then how come you're the son of a well-known and highly powerful sorceror?"
"Ahem. Sorceror. As in MALE magick-invoker. He got laid in his sleep when he camped out in the Kurasti desert when he was searching for Tal Rasha's Tomb.
He found me two days after that, tracking a strange extension of his energy that popped up out of nowhere. My birthmarks told him who the mother was.
From there I followed him everywhere he went. The memories of the hot deserts I first lived in are why I am always the most mischievous in summer. The first thing I got from my father was a piece of his cloak to protect me from sunburn."
Once again, the girl makes her remarks.
"Some strange relationship.
"Say, are you wondering why we're acting as if nothing is happening one minute, and then we return to being abusive shortly after?"
"On that note—take THIS!!"
I dodge the fist again.
"Come on now, can we just get along?"
"You're trying to have sex with me, and you're side-tracking me from escaping. LET ME GO!!"
"No. You have to understand. Now, answer this, wise-ass. Why is it that I haven't tried to stick my dick in you? It's because, even though I am the son of a demoness, a wretched orphan, and a worthless pariah to most, I am not inclined to hurt, as I've said again and again.
And note this: I could have killed you, hurt you, or at least threatened you, and yet I held my piece and merely taunted and mock-flirted with you.
Can you tell me why I am such a merciful git to one who has tried to kill me since a year after you simply looked in my direction?"
I end my monologue with a stern look. Megara is fully routed from her desperate attempts to believe I am the foul beast everyone told her I was.
She squirms self-consciously.
"I don't know, maybe you were a coward. You do--"
"—Plunged into a burning mill at the age on nine to rescue a small toddler and a dog. Came out and was blamed for starting the fire. I find out later that it was the blacksmith's assistant, go to his house, and punch him once in the mouth, knocking out most of his front teeth. The guy was nineteen."
"You might be have death wi—"
"--Ran away from my tutor, because she came after me with a butcher knife after I tried to go through her bag to get at the textbooks in it. I hid for seventeen days until she finally calmed down."
"You must be a masochi—"
"I abandoned my twelfth 'sex-attack' victim when she went to get a strap to smack me with a leather paddle when riding my manhood. I kept FAAAAARR away from Salisem se-Venar after that. I sometimes clung to the ceiling to avoid her grasping, GROPING hands. Any more excuses?"
Meg sighs dejectedly. Yay. My first fully-intentional convert.
"Alright, you're innocent. Now would you mind not going after my already damaged virginity?"
I furrow my brow comically.
"Oh, come ON! Why not get something for to compensate for your slight loss of dignity."
"No. I'm saving myself for a good man whom I will marry."
Man, she's firm-set on this. I wonder if…
"Fine. Just a random question, but, ah, have you ever looked at me? I mean REALLY took a good look of me?"
"Yes I ha—"
She takes the first look at me after officially coming to bear with the real me. And actually gasps.
My mouth quirks playfully and I raise my eyebrow.
"What, you've never given a guy the "once-over" before? You must be the first not to for so long…"
"No, it's just that…"
Her voice trails off as she runs her delicate hands over my lightly muscled arms and my slim thighs. She almost lovingly traces her finger along my brass belt, working her way up to my gaunt face.
"…You look… good—"
"Why, thank you."
"—and somewhat creepy at the same time..."
She glances at my white hair and locks her gaze on my eyes,
"And your eyes… They change… They're…"
"Better looking than ever?"
"No… They're PINK."
"Huh?"
"Pink. That's strange. They were blue in the alley, green when you tried to… tongue me, black when you lectured me, and they are pink right now… when you're being sentimental with me. Can you explain this?"
She had to ask the booby question.
"You want a truthful answer, or a lie?"
"Truth please."
"I don't know. I know that it has to do with my mystic heredity, but I'm not truly sure of it. I've searched through various Horadric and hellion texts, yet I've found nothing relating to my changing eyes. Everything else is covered except for kaleidoscopic eyes. Go figure."
"Let it never be said you know everything."
"My hypotheses are somewhat correct, but I don't change emotions in the blink of an eye. Spare the pun."
"They're black now."
"Yet again. They're almost always black these days. Whenever I get down to mulling over something, some ass distracts by chain of thought by screaming "The demon-child is accessing his powers! Quick! Kill him!!".
"Sounds rough. Not being able to think without some crazy bastard riling up some witch-hunters."
I clear my throat obnoxiously.
"Since when are you part of the sane population? You were the one who got them up and murderous most of time!"
"Since… oh. I see your point."
"In lieu of new intelligence: mind getting off or actually doing something? I'm leaning towards the latter…"
Megara smirks and quirks her eyebrow.
"You wish."
And she hauls-ass off me. She was kinda sittin' on my crotch at the time when she leaned in to look at my eyes, and the weight kinda… shifted…
"Aw, come on."
"Later, lover boy. Now how are we going to get back?"
"I say wait for morning, then make a stealthy entrance, sneak back into your bed, wake up at noon, then make up an elaborate excuse for your disappearance involving a cat, a brigand, and a crate of bananas…"
"And I say you take me back to Tristram before my father sends out a search. It's been about fifteen minutes, hasn't it?"
"Ah, I'd say twenty; we have been up here for quite a bit… Say, how 'bout that sex?"
"Quite pushin' it, bud. You're not exactly my type."
"Oh, you have a TYPE now? Man , you must have a double life, complete with thieves, pigs, and big do—"
"Don't start in again; I've had my fill of overt perversion."
"Aw, come on. I haven't gotten off since… two this morning!"
"And that convinces me… how?"
"I get freaky when I go without sex. And when I mean freaky, I mean incidents involving a tub of lard, a farmer's horse, and my unpredictable magicks."
She grimaces yet again.
"Does that mean the new girl…? You know what? Don't tell me…. And I thought you were strange before I got to know you…"
"I'm a twisted bastard; get used to it. As for the sex…?"
"No."
She slides down the haystack.
"Come on!"
"No-oh!" She exclaims in a sing-song voice.
"Just on—"
I jump off the haystack and land in front of Meg, startling the hell out of her.
"Not even just." Man, her resolve holds.
"I nee—"
She walks around me.
"No, you can live."
"But seriou—"
She starts towards town.
"No!"
"Come—"
"Absolutely not."
"For once?"
"Uh-uh."
"Man, will you just—"
"Going this-a way."
And this continues until about halfway there. Megara stops at a familiar spot. The Farrian household. And it's occupied…
"Just thi—"
Megara turns around and puts her hands on her hips.
"Don't you think I've blown off more convincing advances?" Nice question.
"Wouldn't say that they were so good… I mean, this is ME we're talking about!"
I dramatically kneel and throw out my arms to try to convince her of my desperation.
"Not comin' near you with those red eyes of yours. See you back in town… cutie…"
I kinda stiffen when I hear that last part. Then I snap back to reality, realizing I'm getting shot down.
"OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HAVE ME!!"
That just exacerbates my chances of actually getting with her. Damn.
I've met sisters of the Cathedral of Light with less fortitude. And they're kinda into teenage girls…
I sit in the yellow light of the house, watching the only girl I failed to "bag" walk away. I let out a sigh.
"Well, this is me. Agrius, of the tender age of seventeen winters. Dumped by the only real girl in Tristram…"
"Then what about me?"
I tense on hearing that voice. The greatest fear I've ever had. The least wanted person I'd ever want to see again. My first.
"Aren't I a real girl too? Well, seeing as it's been, like, AGES, I'm more of a real woman."
I slowly shift around to face the confirmation of my nightmares. The scourge of my manhood…
"Hi, Talia…" I try to smile somewhat convincingly. "How's The Farrian Cartel doin'?"
(To Be CONTINUED SHORTLY!!)
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Whew! That was LONG!
I will continue very soon!
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How will Agrius escape this horror?
Why did the Farrian girl come back?
What is the history of our hero's father?
How exactly DID Agrius part with his first? And how was their relationship?
Why was it so frightening for him to meet again the girl he was so infatuated with?
And why are there so many plot-holes?
Find out this and more in the next installment of Pariah's Wasteland!!