Diablo 2: Longing to be with you (Chapter 10)
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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An arousal-weakened grunt escaped from the clenched ivory and yellow spotted teeth of the large burly mercenary as Krysta smiled to herself.
There in the empty room within the stone building that had been designated as the mercenary headquarters, stood Greiz, tied by silk and satin ribbons to a pole in the middle of the room. The pale lavender ribbons were wound tightly around his naked and muscular form, weaving around his wrists, knees, elbows; perfectly locking him to the metal column. His dark and short wild hair was messed and his forehead shined from the dappled moisture of light sweat.
Krysta was dressed in the normal black leather getup body suit gathered around her waist with the crotch piece open to display her heavy breasts. She sat back on the makeshift couch of boxes and cushions with her upper body tilted forward to give the strong mercenary a sinfully temptingly good view of her body.
"You like what you see?" she purred seductively, her glove-less hands lifting a soft and delectable breast. She arched her back, pressing back further into the soft cushions as she winked seductively at him.
Even though she currently wasn't looking the man's face, she knew that it was impossible for him to tear his eyes away from her body. And she was right. Greiz's eyes remained glued to her. He held his breath in as his mind furiously spun images of animalistic delights.
"So..." Krysta slowly stood back up and walked to him sensuously. "I heard you were at Atma's when Erix and Fara were there. Is that right?"
He nodded eagerly, licking his desert dry and cracked lips. "Yeah.... God, you're so beautiful."
She smiled. "Yes, well, I want you tell me everything." Her hand lowered to her body as her eyes sparkled mischeivously, her hand squeezing gently. "Tell me all, and I'll give you what you want." Her hand curved lower as she dropped to her knees.
Greiz leaned his head back against the pole as he anticipated the feel of heaven... but instead greeted hell. WIth a metallic sounding swish of air being sliced, his eyes nearly bugged out at the sight of Krysta's katar (in her hand) dangerously close to his most precious body part.
"Tell me, Greiz," she licked her lip, delicately placing her right index finger on her chin. "Did you notice anything strange?"
He paused then shook his head. "Not really, they were drunk just like most people." He struggled against his bonds again, testing its reliability. She definitely knows her knots... he thought bitterly, yearning to break free, pin her down and plunge himself straight into her feminine core.
Well, Krysta thought. That doesn't say much... She sighed. "And how long were they there?"
"...uh... just a few minutes."
Her eyebrow arched. "A little strange for people to be smashed that quickly, don't you think?"
Greiz paused, unsure of what she was getting at, but understanding it completely. He had often seen Fara at the bar, but never completely intoxicated. She could handle her alcohol well and, even after, she could perfectly fix a sword regardless of how many drinks she downed. "Yeah, it is."
"Anything else you remember?"
He paused. "Yeah... That guy she was with—"
"Erix." Krysta supplied.
"Yeah, the paladin. He kept calling her something weird and was saying he loved her and stuff."
"Oh?" the assassin immediately straightened up, her ears perking at the juicy bit of information. "What do you mean?"
"He called her Nevo' or Naya.' Something weird like that."
Krysta's fingers turned cold and she stared him in the eyes with an intense look. "Could it have been Nevia' ?"
He paused before nodding with a chuckle. "Yeah, it might as well have been... What kind of fool would call a woman by a different woman's name?" He shook his head. "He's just lookin' for troubles with the ladies."
Krysta smiled. That was proof enough. She summed up the events in her mind. Warriv drugged Nevia for Erix--did he make love to her though? ... No idea. Rune took the initiative later on, however, according to Elzix, failed to complete the deed... but Nevia and Erix believes that Rune and Nevia made love. ...Nevia and Erix were on the verge of reconciliation, so Rune sought to destroy that chance, with the help of Elzix and Atma. Nevia saw Erix banging Fara the blacksmith and that leave a broken-hearted Nevia nowhere to run except into the arms of Rune...
Settling back to reality in the room, she stepped closer to Greiz and firmly pressed her lips against his, letting her tongue flick across his lips before they opened to accept her. Their tongues danced furiously in a battle that seemed to sway in Greiz's favor. Krysta did not like that one bit and retaliated. Greiz suddenly yelped, feeling Krysta's hand grasping one of his muscular buttocks in her hand and giving it a rough squeeze. Pain veined out from his sore bottom as Krysta laughed mirthfully. Greiz's arms tensed as he fought against the silk ribbons that kept him captive.
"Good God woman!" he roared. "What are you doing?"
Krysta rose to her full height and leaned forward, allowing the bare flesh of her bosom press against him. Now that she was done her interrogation, she decided a little cruelty was in order. "I'm doing whatever I want," She flicked a glance towards the hardened source of his pain with a dark chuckle. "Do you have a problem with that... slave?" She clenched her teeth on the last word, making her empowerment obvious to poor Greiz.
She leaned her head towards his neck again, this time sliding her hard teeth against his skin, nipping the rough tanned flesh without any concern for the mercenary. "Don't act like you don't enjoy this..." she laughed, her hands trailing down his body none to gently. She smiled in forced innocence as she gave his bare bottom a playful slap before pressing her lips reverently to his forehead.
Greiz's eyes narrowed and his voice boomed, "Woman, do you know who I am?! Release me at once or I'll have your ass!!"
"My ass?" she repeated, rolling her eyes. "Why, Greiz... I had no idea you preferred that." She smiled menacingly. With that, she raked her nails down his abdome, causing Greiz to wince from the burning sting of four lines left upon his muscular belly. She could see his arms tensing, his forearms flexing with every scrape. With another throaty laugh, Krysta pinched the fleshy part of his inner thigh. Greiz yelped.
"Oooo..." she murmured. "I like that sound.... Again!" She pinched the leg, her nails of the thumb and index finger getting into the act.
Greiz bit down on his tongue, refusing to give the sadistic assassin any satisfaction. "I will get you for this," he uttered through tightly pursed lips..
"Oh..." she pouted. "How? Gonna break free and try to screw me?" She paused. "Or turn me over your knee and spank me till I cry?" She laughed shaking her head.
Greiz glared at her, tempted to speak his mind that he'd brutally fuck her until she could no longer walk and strike her ass until she could never sit down again. He didn't need to say it at all though; the words were written on his face.
Krysta's mouth twitched in amusement. "So... you DO want to bang me? Hmph.... You know, I was gonna to leave you alone right now... but," she smiled. "I think that bit of rudeness deserves five more minutes." She hesitated slightly, thinking about Nevia, Rune and Erix. Five minutes won't make too much of a difference, right? They'll still be there, she reasoned with herself.
"You bitcht!" Greiz snarled, his eyes burned with rage. "I'll kill you!"
"Hm, what a naughty mouth," she smiled cruelly. "If I had more minutes to spare, I'd punish you properly... but, we'll have to do this the quick and incredibly painful way." With that, she gripped her hand tightly around his throbbing penis while her other hand roughly raked its nails down his lightly-haired chest.
I should've kept my damn mouth shut, Greiz thought with a groan, wincing as he felt the pain prior to blood being drawn.
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In the hallway, Erix pressed his palm against the closed door. He steeled himself against every instinct to kick the door open again, rush to Nevia, gather her in his arms and kiss her until she understood how he felt and forgave him. All that stopped him doing so was the hurt upon Nevia's face. The hurt that HE caused.
Walking down the hall and to the stairs, Erix felt as though a hook had sunk into his heart and, with each step, pulling ever so furiously as he bled. Nevia's order to follow his duty as a paladin kept him going. Had he been given the choice, he would be in Atma's bar, getting sloshed out of his gourd until he was reduced to tears.
His eyes turned up from the dusty ground towards the druid, holding his armour and weapons out. Rune's face was a tanned mask of serenity, feeling some sympathy towards the paladin.
Erix geared himself up with slow movements, glancing over longingly at the second floor of the inn. He glanced over at Elzix suddenly and asked, "How much do you I owe you?"
"W-w-what?" he stammered, paling.
"For staying. How much?"
"Oh...uh..." Elzix lowered his eyes to the floor, suddenly seeming fascinated by the bits of desert dirt. "It's alright, just forget it..... Sorry, Erix."
"Nothing to be sorry for," he shrugged him off and heavily walked down the paths, back towards his town portal.
You have no idea what I'm sorry for... Elzix though bitterly as he watched Erix walk away. He glanced to the druid's face. Rune's mask had broken off into a victorious smile.
Elzix scowled. "Bastard..." he muttered under his breath. "How could you do that to Nevia?"
He frowned. "I have my reasons."
"Stupidity? Selfishness? Jealousy, perhaps???" Elzix retorted.
"Hey, you shut up," Rune snarled, turning on to the innkeeper with burning eyes. "A shit like you couldn't even begin to understand!"
"Understand what?" Elzix refused to back down. He was too outraged to even consider silence. "That this is how you show you care for Nevia??! You're a real piece of work, Rune. I never thought anyone in this world could be such a dumbass... and this says a lot coming from me!"
Rune clenched his fists. The innkeeper was the fool. How dare he try to insist what he did was wrong? It was for the better good! "You shut the hell up. You don't know Erix's kind like I would. He'd abandon Nevia, he would, I know it, I've seen it happen before."
"Not Erix."
"So what?" Rune shot back. "A paladin is devoted to only one person... no, not even person. They're devoted to their God. You got that? If suddenly God summoned him for some," he shook his head with a laugh, "holy mission, Erix would drop Nevia and rush to his duty. I know men of that ilk. Nevia deserves better. She deserves someone who would never abandon her!"
Elzix scoffed. "You just gave Erix a death sentence. Broken armour, broken weapons and no town portal scrolls is just that! You're not good for Nevia! She deserves an honourable man."
Rune's green gaze narrowed. "I am," he replied confidently. "So what if I sent Erix to his death? It'd be a lot easier for Nevia to forget him this way! It would be better! Who needs an honourable man??! An honourable man would listen to a woman send him away!! I will never let her down. I wouldn't leave her even if she begged me to. I would never let her die!"
Elzix stared at him, confused. Somehow, he had hit a nerve. "Who said anything about sending someone away?"
Rune swallowed a lump in his throat, catching himself. "I meant that I would take up arms and protect her no matter the cost."
"Well... I am not yours to protect," Nevia's voice suddenly broke in.
Rune whirled around. There, a few feet behind him stood Nevia and Krysta. The sorceress' jaw was clenched tightly with a mixed horror and sadness. The assassin, on the other hand, was brandishing her katar's with murderous smile.
"How long have you been standing there?" Rune nervously asked.
"Since So what if I sent Erix to his death?'" she shook his head at him. "Rune, how could you? You lied about everything..." She frowned. "You deceived me..."
"By the way," Krysta quipped up. "I told her everything." She winked at Elzix, "Thanks, love."
Rune turned to roar at Elzix, but, being the sly one, the innkeeper had already scurried away to safety. "Elzix! Elzix! Where are you, you bastard?" He growled to himself. "I should have left him to die in the inn!" He was furious, he had purchased several healing potions to stop Elzix's bleeding, and this is how that sneaky rat repays him.
Nevia quickly turned to Krysta, "We have to go get Erix, now."
The assassin couldn't agree more. "I know," she paused. "I'm really sorry... had I gotten here earlier, none of this would have happened."
"No, don't apologize for it. Please, just go to the maggot lair and send me a portal when you get there."
"Gotcha," with that, Krysta departed.
The young sorceress' gaze turned back to the druid. "Rune.... that was really horrible what you did. I love Erix, you knew that!"
Rune stepped forward to cup Nevia's cheek, but she pulled away. "Don't touch me!"
"Nev, I love you."
She frowned, "You love me? Hmph.... if you love me, you wouldn't have had to trick me like that!!!"
"Dammit, Nev, I know you more than he does! I need you more than him. If any man hadn't done what I did, then it's obvious they don't want you enough! You're the only person I could ever want. I did this for your sake. For OUR sake!"
She scowled, walking down the path with Rune following her. "How dare you use love as an excuse!"
"Nevia, have you ever felt truly in love??" Rune explained quickly, desperate not to lose her. He cut her off once her mouth opened. He knew she was going to bring up her feelings for Erix. "The kind of love that's beyond the point of madness?? I love you, Nevia! Don't you get it?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close. He felt a pain in his chest when he felt her body tense from his touch. "I feel like I'm dying without you! I'd gladly take whatever sins upon my head than let someone else have you!" He clenched his fists. "I love you so much... I can't lose you again."
Nevia lifted her hands to his chest and firmly pushed him away. "Rune... what you said before... about protecting me..." She glanced up at him sympathetically. "That doesn't sound like love.... do you understand what I'm talking about?"
He swallowed nervously, his hands going clammy. "No..."
She sighed. "You lost someone, Rune," she shook her head. "You don't love me...I've always known that."
Rune stared at her incredulously. "Don't be ridiculous. That has nothing to do with—"
"It has everything to do with this," she interrupted him mid-speech. She touched his cheek gently. "Listen Rune, you don't love me... maybe you think you do. I'm not—"
"—Don't say it," Rune quickly cut in, his voice heavy with mixed emotions as he faced her. "I know you're not her, ok?" His gaze bore down deeply into soul. "I love you, Nevia."
"No, you don't," she reasoned, desperate to make him face reality. "You want to protect me. You're scared... that isn't love! You can't use me to atone for what happened in the past."
"Don't talk to me like I don't know what love is... I've loved you since the first time I saw you. I wanted to protect you. I didn't want you to change at all.. You are so beautiful and innocent as you are! The world would be cruel to you if you had no one to protect you the way I do!"
"The world isn't cruel to me," Nevia replied thinly. "Only misguided people like you are."
Rune winced and a blue light suddenly grew a few feet away from Nevia. She shielded her eyes and stared at the magnificently bright swirling portal, her path back to Erix.
Rune turned panicky. "Nevia... don't go. I love you. Please, try to understand that I don't want to lose you..."
She faced the portal with a saddened smile, taking her first step to the light. "...Good-bye, Rune. I hope you find someone else that can put your ghosts to rest."
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Huff.... huff.... huff...
Shfff....shffff...shfff...
Erix's breath came out in hard gasps as he ran through the tunnels. He was cursing loudly, the words graphic enough to corrupt a priest. Behind him, in the narrow and pungent-smelling tunnels were a large angry group of maggots. Their orange bodies scurried furiously after the smell of human flesh and blood. They were hungry to rip their pincers into his limbs and feast upon him.
Their agile legs trampled over the broken pieces of his sword and shield with metal clangs. Each step of every following maggot pushed the broken armour deeper into the floor of the sand tunnels.
Erix quickly darted around a corner, terrified for his life. Further down the tunnel, he could see a connection into three other ones. Perfect! He thought in frustration while still running. Where the hell do I go??!
His nightmare suddenly got worse. From one of the tunnels emerged a large mother rock maggot. He stared in horror at the grey hissing insect, already spitting venom at him.
He dodged the liquid shot, his back pressing against the wall as he watched it shoot across the tunnel and dissolve into the sand. Behind him, he could hear the mob of insects with their haunting insect-screeches.
The paladin knew he was trapped. All he had to defend himself was a dirk he had found along the way, his auras and the armour that was barely hanging together on his form. He stared nervously at the rock maggot as it cautiously started for him.
Erix quickly concentrated on a defensive aura as he held up his dirk and thrust it at the rock maggot. The blade imbed itself right between the horrific creature's pincers. Blood oozed out of the injury, tinting the blade with spots of red. The maggot squealed in agony, writhing around as Erix desperately tried to pull the weapon out.
He failed.
The rock maggot backed away, the dirk still lodged between its sharp pincers. Its painful cry echoed through the tunnels. As if on cue, from the sand, four loyal baby rock maggots appeared to protect its mother.
Erix glanced over his shoulder. The approaching orange mob was in sight... He clenched his fists tightly. He had to fight this out no matter what. His mind turned to find its solace with Nevia.... he quickly shook his head free of her.
He did not want to die with her on his mind... the only vision of her left in his mind was of her tears. He stared directly at the angry razor-sharp pincers coated with venom that would seep into his blood if bitten hard enough.
God... I don't want to die! he thought as a final prayer.
