Diablo 2: Longing to be with you (Chapter 5)
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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Above the smoke and chatter of the other patrons in the bar, Erix grumbled, "Of all the places to go, it had to be the one Rune was in." He slammed some gold on the bar hastily as Fara sat down, smiling awkwardly. The paladin was in a bad mood thanks to the sight of the druid. He so badly wanted to kill him for stealing the innocence of his beloved.
"Don't let it get to you," Fara replied calmly, trying to bring the paladin into a calm state of mind similar to her own. He slowly nodded with a deep breath, "You're right..." He looked up at Atma as she placed one drink in front of him and Fara. With a proud smile, she apologized sincerely, "I'm so sorry about that man upsetting you earlier. Here, for both of you, two specials, on the house." She pushed the small coins of gold across the bar top, closer to Erix.
His eyebrows furrowed, confused. "Oh... ok... thanks." Fara smiled warmly, taking her glass and lifted it cheerfully for a toast. "To... reunions." Erix frowned. Those were the exact words Rune had said to Nevia the night before he slept... no... raped her. "No... to better days."
Puzzled, but not picky enough to question it, Fara nodded, "To better days then." Their glasses clinked. Both of them were completely oblivious to what Atma was really smiling about.
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Rune tossed the white and red flower petals at the scrunched up thin silk sheets. Within their room, he was making the environment 'suitable' for the couple to occupy it very soon. To do so, he had bought some flowers, which were incredibly expensive, and tossed the petals all over the room, most of the petals on the bed. He smiled, turning around and enjoying the soft scent of burning incense before returning to his work. Tugging on the left headboard corner of the bedsheet, Rune pulled it out of its place of being tucked in under the soft and worn in bedding.
"Lysander sure knows potions well...." he murmured to himself as he turned to the pillows he had set on the floor. Picking one up, he fluffed one and placed it in the middle of the bed to start a pile. He recalled the old man's surprised face when he suddenly came up to him and asked for a hallucinogen and the 'goddess' aphrodisiac.
"What in the world would you need a hallucinogen for?" he remembered the curious old man asking with thin narrowed eyes.
"Uh.... I have a friend who likes hallucinating..." was his feeble reply. The question had caught him COMPLETELY off guard. The old man just chuckled in return with a mischievous gleam in his eye, "No worries... I don't really care what people do with my potions as long as I make money."
Rune had finished the pile of silken pillows on the bed and he stepped back to admire his work. The bed, though rumpled and unmade, did have quite a mysterious nature to it. Why did it seem that unmade beds look so much more sexy than those made with such care? Perhaps because it spoke of what happens to make it look that rumpled.
Moving away from the bed, he walked over to the balcony, pushed the curtain aside and smiled at the sorceress slumped against the metal rail and sleeping peacefully hidden behind several plants and the curtain. The druid crouched down at the feet of the sorceress, pulling a bottle out of his pocket.
"I'm sorry I have to put you through this Nevia," he whispered softly as he uncorked the glass bottle with a quick tug. He leaned closer to her and pressed the mouth of the glass against her bottom lip. "But, please understand, I'm doing this all for you... for us.... I can't lose you."
With that, he tilted her head back with the bottle still pressed against her lip. The clear fluid in the bottle trickled out into her mouth and Rune shut her mouth, leaning his mouth close to her ear. "I love you... so just drink, and then we can return things to the way they were... just you and I."
"Sir!" a frantic voice called from the doorway. The druid quickly whirled around to greet the sight of Elzix, looking pale and distraught. "They're coming!" Those words brought a smile to Rune's face. He quickly slid the curtain over to hide the plants Nevia was hidden by. "And how are they acting?"
Elzix motioned for Rune to leave the room, "Exactly as you planned, sir."
Rune grinned, "Perfect."
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Erix smiled groggily as the eager sorceress tugged on his sleeve. "C'mon, Erix," she pouted, pulling him up the stairs of the inn. The paladin nodded, though confused and feeling lightheaded, "Maybe we had too much to drink," he thought simply, taking notice that Nevia never really came on as strongly as she had today. It was strange... also strangely arousing to him. In the bar, Nevia suddenly just wrapped her arms around him and pressed her breasts into him when she walked into the bar and found him. After that, he forgot what happened to Fara and just figured she had left realizing that three's a crowd.
"Maybe she left when things were getting too heavy between Nevia and I..." he thought as he walked into the their room and slamming the door shut behind them.
Nevia gasped at the sight of the bedroom, "This is lovely.." she murmured softly, immediately walking over to the bed and sitting on the soft edge. She looked up at Erix with a smile and slowly pulled off her shirt. She tossed it to the side and he did the same before approaching her. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and bent down to kiss her. She grinned and, before his lips could touch her, she grabbed a hold of his arms and pulled him forward onto the bed and on top of her.
Erix chuckled. He had never seen Nevia this playful... especially this kind of playful. She was so sexy being the way she was at that moment. Unpredictable. He leaned in kissing Nevia's mouth and greeted her soft tongue as it hastily darted into his mouth for a reunion with his own. With his right hand on her left hip, he slid it along the curves of her soft figure, letting it rest on the softness of her breast.
Her moan was trapped in her mouth, but she had no complaints. Without warning, she pulled away from the kiss and pushed him off of her. Erix looked at her in surprise as the sorceress slowly sat up. He was about to sit up and ask what was wrong when she suddenly slammed her left hand down on his bare chest to stop him. "No... wait... let me," she murmured as her hand glided down his shirt to his pants.
Through the cloth, she gently squeezed the tent in his pants and he let out an appreciative groan. She smiled and tugged at both sides of his pants, trying to peel them off of him. That didn't work. She tried again, still no success. With a frown, she furiously grabbed at the pants again trying to rip them off of Erix. The frustration she was experiencing was obvious.
Erix softly laughed as Nevia's attempts became more desperate. But, despite his need to relieve himself of the pants, since they were a hindrance to what he wanted, he enjoyed watching Nevia's attempts. Every time she tried and failed, her breasts would bounce and shake softly. It was so inviting.
Finally, Nevia grunted angrily as she continued pulling vainly at the waist of his pants, unable to pull them off. He placed his hands on hers and smiled, "Kind of hard to do that when I'm lying down, you know."
She smiled sheepishly, "That's not the only thing that's hard..." she commented coyly. With that, Erix quickly shed his clothing, eagerly awaiting what Nevia had in store for him. She only smiled at the sight of his naked body before her.
"My my... aren't we excited?" she said softly with a laugh.
The paladin smiled, trying to not let his embarrassment show. "Yes, well... can you blame me?" he moved slid closer to her on the bed and hugged her, "You're absolutely beautiful. I'd have to be either insane or blind not to appreciate someone like you."
Nevia smiled in Erix's embrace, unaware of his smug expression or of his hands lightly gripping the waistband of her pants. In one quick motion, he pulled at her pants, pulling them off of her body as she feebly struggled against him. A gasp escaped the young woman as the she was stripped down to her last piece of clothing. "Why you...!" she started in mock anger as she hit his shoulder playfully.
A thought suddenly came to Erix, "Was she wearing pants? I thought Nevia was wearing a skirt?" He quickly shrugged off that thought. Really, what kind of person thinks about what a person was wearing at a time like this when clothing really shouldn't be an issue.
Erix smiled and grabbed both of her shoulders, pushing her to lie flat on the bed. She struggled weakly as he succeeded. "Don't fight me," he whispered softly, letting one hand trail down from her shoulder to squeeze her breasts. Her chest rose and sank with each heavy breath. She moaned as he playfully teased her body, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh he controlled. His hand continued going lower, down her smooth and taut stomach. Nevia giggled, pushing his hand away, "Don't," she simply warned him.
A grin split his face, "So, you're ticklish?" The sorceress' flushed face answered his question. His eyes sparkled mischievously. Nevia knew exactly what he was going to do. "Nooo!" She shrieked, laughing as he pinned her down and tickled her. His fingers lightly feathered over her stomach and sometimes sweeping over her breasts.
She laughed, trying to fight him. "Stop that!" Although she hated being tickled, her face betrayed her with a sincere smile. Erix continued tickling her, turned on even more at the sight of her breasts bouncing with each movement she made to fight back. Nevia's palms pressed against Erix's chest, trying to push him away. Only then did she feel it.
Nevia smiled and pulled the paladin close to her, allowing his body to lie upon her body and crush her into the pillows and flower petals scattered on the bed beneath her. "I want you..." she said softly as every bit of her body and mind agreeing with her words.
The sorceress' eyes stayed locked to Erix's own eyes as her legs spread to allow his waist and hips to firmly rest in place. She could feel him, excited, ready and impatient... demanding that its own needs be fulfilled.
"Are you ready?" he asked softly. An electric tingle seemed to seep into both bodies once the contact was made. She nodded eagerly, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip as she pushed to meet him.
Erix grunted, murmuring the sorceress' sweet name.
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"Nevia..."
The voice called out to her darkly... like a prayer.
Nevia's eyes slowly opened and she immediately shielded her eyes from the glaring sun. She felt weak and drained like a person who had slept in for too long. The airy fragrance of jasmines hit her and she stared questioningly at the small clay pot on her right side. On her left side was metal rail... the balcony.
"Ugh... what happened?" she softly groaned, her hand gingerly touching her forehead, thinking she may have fallen and hit her head.
Finding no bump or bruise, she lifted her back away from the rail. Her back was quite grateful that it no longer had to deal with the painful pressure of the metal. "Why am I here?" she thought, slowly getting up and facing the red curtain that separated the balcony from the bedroom. Her hand reached out to throw the curtain aside when a word made her breath solidify to ice in her throat.
"Erix......" a deep yet feminine voice moaned.
Nevia froze and she swallowed hard. She hesitated on what to do. Should she open the curtain or not? She paused, biting down on her lip. It's probably nothing, she thought. But then why do I feel so strange about this? .... Maybe I better just take a small peek in case.
Walking over to the end of the curtain nearest the wall, she pulled a small part of the cloth to make an opening for her eye to see in to the room. The sight was beyond her belief. "Ahhhhhhhh, harder...!" a bronze-skinned woman cried, her hands gripping the man's muscular back.
On the bed, in each others' arms, Nevia could see Erix with Fara, obviously lost in their ecstasy. Erix had has back to Nevia while the blacksmith's bronzed face was visible. Fara's eyes were squeezed shut as she moaned out with every thrust the paladin produced. The cries the older woman's voice made seemed to echo and grow louder as they flew to the Nevia's ears, draining the colour from the sorceress' face and the happiness from her heart.
"Erix..." she thought, her eyes welling with tears. "No.... it can't be."
"Uhh... I love you," he uttered between grunts. His hands kneaded the muscles of Fara's thighs as he spread her legs apart even more to ravish her body even more. A lust-consumed look fell over the female paladin's face, "I love you too," she purred in response like a content lover. "So good..."
Nevia felt sick, like a foul and venomous seed was growing inside her stomach, ready to burst and kill her without warning. She felt like she was dying on the inside just from watching Erix make love to another woman. She wanted to turn away, but she couldn't tear herself from the sight. It was painful to watch.
Fara released her deathgrip that twisted the silk sheets to grab at her own hair. Her head swished side to side, her hair tumbling in the directions she pulled as her passion-infused moans escalated.
It was only then that Nevia noticed the flower petals scattered all over the room. Erix obviously decided to 'decorate' the room to make the proper atmosphere to-to...to.. her thoughts faded as the tears streamed down her face. The salt excretions stung her skin as her eyelids closed, forcing more droplets of the salty liquid to trail again. How could you...?
The tears were rapidly welling up and running over. Her vision was blurring, but even with the details gone, she could still make out two blurry figures still rapidly in the middle of their passion.
She managed to tear herself away from the sight and quickly sank to the balcony floor. The sorceress pressed her hand hard against her mouth to keep her sobs from escaping while doing nothing about her flowing tears. She blinked rapidly before her eyes shut tightly, trying to cut off the tears. Her lips pursed together tightly behind her hand as she cried, unable to block out the sounds going on in the connected room. Erix's words came to her again, ringing over and over in her head, "You're the only one for me."
He had said it so honestly to her before... he sounded sincere, like he meant every bit of it. And the next thing she knows, he's willingly in the arms of Fara and fucking her senseless. Nevia shook her head rapidly as she came to the conclusion.
He was going to use me, she thought, a choked sob heard in her throat. He said he loved me only to try and sleep with me..... Just what he's doing to Fara.... how could he???!
Nevia made a fist with her free hand and pressed it against the concrete floor. Her feelings were all over the place. She felt like breaking something, but then she'd draw their attention. She wanted to barge in and yell at Erix, but she was crying and didn't want anyone to see her weak like that. She wanted to run and not stop until she knew she was far from any other Erix's of the world, and at the same time she wanted to stay close to him and torment him so he could never use another woman.
"Nevia..." a voice behind her suddenly called out.
Startled, she slowly looked up and was surprised to see a pale thin face belonging to a female. On the balcony next to the one she was on, a dark short-haired woman stood looking at her with sympathetic and friendly eyes. "Nevia, are you alright?"
The sorceress looked up at her, confused at how this woman knew her name. This woman, dressed in black leather like an assassin, looked rather familiar. She even had a striking resemblance to an old friend she had back in--
"Krysta?" she blurted out weakly, a choked sob escaping. The assassin nodded, "Yes." That was all it took for Nevia. She quickly stood up and carefully climbed over to the next balcony over to her friend.
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Nevia picked up the teacup and sighed. Her face looked red and drained. "I can't believe he'd do that to me." After settling in for ten minutes in Krysta's room and much explaining, Nevia was trying to calm her nerves with a cup of chamomile tea that the assassin had specially made for her.
The assassin picked up her own teacup, "I know what you mean but....." She regarded the sorceress oddly, "I know you have better judgment of people than that... so... something's REALLY off." She took a small sip before continuing on. "The way you described Erix... I just can't see him as the kind of person to do this... are you SURE it was Erix?"
Looking somewhat offended, Nevia shouted back, "Of COURSE it was Erix! I'm not an idiot!" The sorceress sighed, taking a deep breath to avoid screaming any more. "Anyways, um, I'd rather not talk about that... how about you? Last I heard you were with someone? Who is she?"
The woman nodded bitterly, "Yeah...... I--" A sudden cry through the wall entered the room. The sound of Fara screaming with Erix's voice. Nevia shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the moaning and wailing continued.
With a sigh, Krysta slowly got up, "This is really distracting, c'mon, I know a private place where we can talk but....let's go out from the balcony across this room," Krysta suggested, drawing an odd expression from Nevia.
"What?! Why?"
Krysta sighed, shaking her head, "Just trust me..... assassin's intuition. I get the feeling something's going on."
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Rune paced back and forth in Atma's bar. The female owner was trying to calm the druid by offering him a mug of beer. Instead of a thank you she received a glare.
"This is no time for me to be drinking!" he hissed, nervously running his hand through his orange mane. "I have to be ready for when she comes here!"
Atma nodded, "I see... just sit down and try to be calm."
Rune sighed. It really wasn't that easy. He was starting to worry and he only got like that when he has to rely on outside help. His mind instantly zoomed in on one possible problem. "Elzix," he thought, making a fist. "What if Nevia scares him and he spills his guts??" He shook his head rapidly, "Damn, I can't let that happen!"
He quickly got up and dashed out of the bar, ignoring Atma's plea for him to sit down.
The soles of his heavy leather boots scraped against the rough sand and stony paths as he ran towards the inn, his mind frantically fearing the worst. "My plan, so close to fruition, I can't let some dumbass like Elzix screw it up!!" He glanced up at the balcony as he turned the corner. Empty. As he turned the corner, he stopped sharply. There was Elzix, looking more panicky than ever.
"Where is she???!!" the druid's voice boomed angrily at the thin innkeeper.
"I-I-I don't know!" he cried, his face paling. "I searched all over the place, she's nowhere to be found!"
Rune paled. There was one possibility he had not calculated or planned for and it was coming true. Nevia had ran away.
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Reviews appreciated... man, I was listening to Vanessa Mae's "Warm Air" and also
a hip-hop radio station while writing this... so.... felt weird in terms of the emotions.
^_^;; Heh heh.
