Diablo 2: Longing to be with you (Chapter 3)
By Amethyst Haze
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Disclaimer: I do not own Diablo II, its concepts, its designs or anything else related to it. Those are the property of Blizzard Entertainment, this story is simply a non-profit tribute and parody. This story is Rated R for moments of sexual content, offensive language and violence.
Amethyst Haze's comments: If this story sounds EXTREMELY familiar to you.... then you've read the original fanfic as the NC-17 version when it was under my old pen name. I will not be writing like that anymore.
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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 sitting meekly at the edge of the western horizon as though it were taunting the small campsite, still far from it. "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.
The camp fire was still going strong, filling the air with the sound of angry crackles as it gnawed at the wood. Angry.... like the man inside one tent, threatening another with his sword.
"Touch her and I'll kill you," Erix growled, his face matching the anger of his voice.
Rune stared at the tip of the blade. It was clearly visible in the dim light of the fire being cloaked by the canvas tent that stretched over their heads. His eyes met with the dark eyes of the paladin which glared fiercely, clearly angered by the fact that the druid invaded his "beloved's" tent while she was asleep and vulnerable. The druid's green eyes quickly stole a glance at the sorceress. Nevia still lay flat on her back and fingering herself madly under the influence of the tainted water. That simple glance 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 tried not to let his composure lessen, ".... 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 sad.
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 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 writhing helplessly on the floor. "We should leave..." he 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 much like his molten boulders could do to the evils wandering about.
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 without much of an explanation. Taking a bold action as stealing her would only be a temporary solution. If Erix really cared about Nevia the way Rune assumed, then there was no doubt that he would chase her to hell and back. If Rune was to have Nevia... it would be permanent with no man standing as a threat to the security of the relationship he desired, especially Erix.
"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 sighed, shaking his head.
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.
"Now, all I need is fire..."
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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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From a good distance and out of sight in the shadows, the druid quietly watched as Erix slumped forward, fast asleep. He smiled to himself in congratulations. "Sleeping root..." he murmured softly, making his way across the campgrounds towards Nevia's tent. "Works just as good as an incense as it would as a drink."
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. The soft sounds of her ardorous moans could be heard blended in with the crickets chirping away. The pungent fragrance of her womanliness 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, thinking how much he missed her, her mouth, her body, her smile.... her all.
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.
A strange and thick feeling rushed through him, leaving him 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 and lazily removed the clothes from his upper body and hers as well, "I'm not going to let anything take this moment away from me!" he thought, absolutely determined.
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Images floated in and out of her passion clouded mind as dreams played with what stimulations were bestowed upon her body. In veils of white and a cloud of a hazy brilliance in which light still shone through upon the Eden in her mind... she lay upon strewn flowers, her body crying out for a touch....
And in her dreams lay Rune... a wicked grin on his face, a rakish sparkle in his eye as his body lay flush upon hers... skin-to-skin... Ahhh..
A sweet sigh escaped her lips and she felt light as though dancing upon clouds. Heavenly... yet at the same time a carnal pleasure so sinfully wicked her body felt as though it would be engulfed in the Hellfire at that moment.....
Her eyelids flickered.... the Goddess still lingering in her body and still keeping her blood desiring more than what her dreams told her to be real.
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 barely dressed, with his head resting on her breasts. She gasped sharply, "Oh no," she thought. "What have I done?"
She shook his shoulder, trying desperately to wake him up, "Rune? Rune?" He "mmm"d in response and finally went, "What?" 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, "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 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. Sex? I didn't have sex with you.... 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 was dreaming about sex with me! Shit.... 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, "Why not? It was the best night of my life, to know that you feel the same way about me as I 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, despite my feelings, I shouldn't have let it happen. I never should've slept with you, so please let's keep it a secret from Erix."
"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 muttered softly, turning his back to the two of them. "I have an old friend in Lut Gholein who could repair it all for free.... so...." he sighed in disappointment and quickly left.
Nevia bit down on her lip and buried her face in her hands to cry. 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.
