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Frødenn	By : Driznar Category: +A through F > Diablo 2 Views: 1315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Frødenn - Ch.1 The Rogue's Encampment
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He entered the Rogue camp just as the sun crested its zenith. A tower of a man, born from the chilled tundras of the north. The muscles of his heritage belied the wit hidden behind his eyes. Frødenn was aptly named. A barbarian wise beyond his years was a most dangerous foe.
He approached the most fearsome of the camp. A woman, clad in armor that was masterfully made. It clearly allowed mobility, yet provided more protection than that of fuller armor of inferior make.
"Halt, stranger," she demanded. "Why have you come here?" The stress of her station clear on her face, though most would not notice. Too distracted by her toned body from years of training or too intimidated by her glare, causing the rest to avert any glances.
"I departed my homelands many moons ago," he stated, meeting her judging gaze with the slightest of smiles. "Our wise-woman decreed that I must journey south. To do what must be done."
With a shrug of his shoulder Frødenn unslung his great sword. No less impressive than the Rogue's armor, he presented it to her with a subtle flourish no common man or woman could accomplish for such a heavy weapon. It ended with the blade resting on his bulging forearms, his palms facing down. As he lifted it to the seasoned warrior he added, "My name is Frødenn."
"A fine weapon, one that will be needed in these dark days." She moved closer to inspect the blade and raised an eyebrow. "Powerfully enchanted, too," she remarked. "I am Kashya, Captain of the Rogues. Few of us remain. Our Monastery was corrupted by a demoness, now slain, by all accounts. Yet the taint remains."
With a wink Frødenn assured her, "I was not harassed on my journey here, though eyes were on me, I know with certainty." With a chuckle he added, "Cautious demons, then? Promise me you'll ensure your scouts remain vigilant," his whimsy hardening into a stoic concern.
Locking her eyes with his her steeled reply was a simple, "Always."
His own eyes softening in understanding of her loss he quietly asked if the sounds of metal on metal were that of the Smith.
A simple nod to the north confirmed his suspicions. He left Kashya to her pained memories then, silently vowing to find a way to ease her self-torture.
Spinning on his heel and re-sheathing his sword, Frødenn made his way to the camp's Smith. As he approached the familiar smells of his fathers own forge brought back many memories of his youth. So when a tall, full bodied redhead whose arms were stronger then most men greeted him his tongue failed to reply her own chipper greeting.
His eyes lingered on her form, from her shapely legs, to her round hips and finally to her large chest and beautiful face.
"My name is Charsi," she repeated. Finally regaining his composure with a stuttered breath Frødenn responded in kind.
"I've always wanted to meet a Barbarian," Charsi said with the slightest hint of sultriness. Now it was her turn to let her eyes wander. And linger.
Charsi moved close and as she placed her hand on his bicep asked, "How can I help you?"
Not wanting to loose any advantage Frødenn deftly curled a stray lock behind her ear, delicately tracing its outline with his fingertip as his hand withdrew. Charsi looked up at the tall man and he down at her. "My armor needs some adjustments," he benignly said. But just as Charsi's frown started to form he added, "But first I'd hear your stories of the Monastery forge while I eat, I'm starving," he finished with silly smile.
Charsi playfully punched his arm, then went to retrieve a short stool.
His armor was simply adorned, as with most Barbarians. Frødenn favored mobility, much like the Rogues. Though, his gloves, single shoulder guard and shin guards were equally enchanted as his sword. Each providing protection as well as enhancing his combat abilities. As he sat to remove his shin guards Charsi placed his gloves and shoulder guard on her workbench.
She turned around and once again paused to enjoy the view. Her thoughts drifted back to two weeks prior. To when she retrieved her Malus. And to a most unholy union that cursed her with a lust she had yet to fully sate since that day.
She noticed Frødenn then, smiling. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she laughed. Charsi answered his quizzical look, "You. On that stool. Anyone else would look normal, but with you it seems like it's a child's toy."
"Go, cook your food. I will inspect your armor while it is prepared. And make me a plate, you're not the only one with an appetite."
Nodding as he left Frødenn made his way back towards Kashya and the large fire pit he passed while seeking Charsi. He placed his large pack down and proceeded to make their meal.
As the food neared completion Charsi approached, Kashya in tow. She also held an engraved Malus, covered in ornate runes.
Frødenn made them each a plate, which Kashya at first refused. But with their combined efforts she relented. His grandfather and grandmother had taught him well, both women were going to thoroughly enjoyed their meals.
The evening passed with pleasant memories for both. Charsi, her apprenticeship, Kashya her training. All three shared of their own youth. A time now seeming so long ago.
Nearing the end a sparkle of a memory lit up Kashya's eyes, "There was a gift from the Amazons I was forced to leave in the Monastery. It was a spear. More powerful than your axe. With it we could retake the surrounding lands. The Monastery is desecrated, no doubt. But at least the land could be free."
Frødenn regarded Kashya then. She had allowed hope to once again mingle in her thoughts, not just her duty. "Wouldn't the demons of absconded with it?," he asked.
"They can't touch it. One of the many enchantments: No demon can hold it. Just as if they were pierced by the tip they would be banished back to the hells."
Frødenn noticed a flash of concern on Charsi's face, but paid it no mind. He mulled it over. A dangerous quest, no doubt. But he already knew his answer. He stood then and lifted his two newfound companions with impressive ease.
The three quickly cleaned up around the fire pit, leaving it as it was found. Frødenn then clasped Kashya shoulder, "If it can be found then you shall have it." With a nod she left for her bedroll to maybe get a full nights rest in a very long time.
Frødenn followed Charsi back to the smithy where a makeshift tent offered her some privacy while she slept. She stopped at the entrance and reached up and gently pulled his neck down so she could whisper into his ear, "Spend the night with me." Her fingertips lightly tickled the back of his neck.
Frødenn froze in place. While no amateur lover, the long journey had left him no time to tend to his desires. Thus, Charsi's touch had an immediate and profound effect. She didn't have to ask twice.
With a gasp he picked her up and carried her into the tent. He gently placed her on the bed and returned to close the curtainous door. By now Charsi had placed her Malus on the nearby bedside table and rolled onto her stomach, propped up on her elbows. Noticing this Frødenn unclasped his loincloth and let it drop. Just like the rest of him his cock was huge. Charsi licked her lips.
Scooting forward she started to remove her shirt, which he stopped by catching her arms just as she covered her face. Charsi's quick exhale was cut short as Frødenn tenderly kissed her collar bone and slowly worked his way down to her chest. He delicately teased one nipple with his lips, enveloping it and slowly circling it with his tongue. A faint moan seeped through the cloth covered face. Frødenn chuckled, reaching up he removed the last few inches of shirt up and away from his new lover. He stared hard into Charsi's eyes, feeding off her desire. Unbeknownst to him, her lust had been kindled by something not human, not of this realm. It was a deep, molten thing, insatiable and forever simmering, just below the surface.
Frødenn firmly cupped her other breast then, admiring it thoroughly, never breaking eye contact. As Charsi began to close her eyes and silently letting her lips open she felt herself fall to the bed, the small of her back on the edge, her feet just scraping the floor. Frødenn let an appreciative growl rumble in the small tent as her chest jiggled ever so slightly upon contact. With each shoe flung over his respective shoulders her pants soon followed. It was his turn to gasp. "Oh come now, mighty warrior. Have you not laid eyes on a real woman?," she teased, tilting her head up to get a better view herself.
Frødenn said nothing and let his body say everything. Without any further stimulation his erection grew rapidly. As Charsi stared, enraptured, her hand snaked down her body. The past two weeks had led her to become an expert of her own body. In less time it took for Frødenn to reach full mast her own sex was dripping.
Again, in silence, Frødenn knelt before his partner, his large hands spreading her legs. He lowered his head to her thigh and kissed it, then firmly bit it. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to let her know how much she was affecting him. As he worked up her toned thigh she began to retract her hand, which he caught. He brought it to his mouth and finger by finger, licked her hand clean. He then placed it on the back of his head, letting her guide him properly.
Of all the Barbarians of his tribe Frødenn was rumored to be quite accomplished. Strong, yet compassionate. Fierce in battle, yet kind to children and the elderly alike. But none of those compared to his oral talents. Talents which in mere seconds Charsi learned were to be her first of many delights of the evening. As he expertly lavished her sex she slowly retracted her legs, crossing them behind his head. Just as her heels crossed Frødenn inserted his tongue as deep into her as it could go. Charsi had no other choice but to cum, hard. He swirled it rapidly, quickly finding a weak point. One that necessitated the loud moan to be muffled by her other hand.
Neither lover moved for the next few moments. Frødenn's tongue slowed, but never ceased as Charsi rode out the intensity of her orgasm. She had made a mess of his face, she realized and let go of his head. But instead of wiping her off him he started to lick her clean, tenderly and slowly. Charsi whimpered her appreciation, not able to make any coherent words. He reached for her shirt to use as a rag, but she stopped him. She pulled him up and over her, pulling his lips to hers. The kiss was long and tender, her tongue exploring his own, pinning it down as she felt his hardness against her thigh. She returned his favor, licking his face clean. When she was finished their eyes met. No words, just understanding.
Frødenn urgently pressed his cock against her moist sex until he found her clitoris and ran his entire length against it as if it were a feather. Charsi's legs, a mind of their own, once again spread to accommodate the huge man looming over her. Keeping their eyes locked both worked together to grant what both so desperately desired. As the head of his cock found its mark Charsi's leg twitched, ever so slightly. Together they took deep breaths as Frødenn inserted himself, completely, in a single firm but slow thrust. When he hilted himself his cock twitched sharply, making her grin as another lewd moan erupted from her.
Frødenn could not contain himself any longer. Her body had tasted like nectar. Her scent drove him wild. Her body beckoned him to motion. He obliged. Not as frantic as before, but a slow, wave like motion. Drawing out and in, like an oar on a boat. Regaining her composure Charsi was determined to not be idle. She again wrapped him with her legs, this time about his waist and her hands drew him over her with each forward motion, pleading him to go faster and faster. He would not last long, he knew.
Charsi saw the strain in his eyes and nodded to him, pulling him once again in for a kiss. As their tongues touched he lurched forward, her legs clamped like a vice. His urgent orgasm gushing forth his pent up desire, a counterpoint to her much more mellow one. Twitch after twitch signaled each of his welcomed gifts into her. After his cock stopped its frantic dance Charsi broke the kiss and nibbled on his ear, "Don't pull out yet. I know you're tired. Pull me up and lay me down on top of you. Let us fall asleep as one." Kissing her forehead he did as he was told.
Only now sensing his own fatigue he let out a contented sigh. Charsi rested her cheek on his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart finally begin to slow. Soon he was quietly snoring as she lightly circled his chest with her fingers, often drawing her nail ever so slightly over his nipple. She enjoyed how hard she could keep them. She too then fell asleep, his warmth bringing a momentary peace.

***

Frødenn woke with a start. He felt light, too light. And he had heard a noise near by, his instincts kicking in.
There on the floor was Charsi. The Malus' handle pistoning into her ass like the thrust of a zealous Amazon's spear. His shock was complete. He knew she was hiding something, but this was beyond his understanding.
Rubbing his eyes he slowly lowered himself onto the floor. It was then she looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I thought it would be enough," she whimpered. He merely smiled back at her. He rolled onto his back, lifting her one free hand onto his chest and firmly grasped it with his own. His other hand pulled her head to his, their mouths aligned. "Cum," he said. Charsi growled in frustration. Try as she might it would not happen. Her hand was a blur. Her body would not comply.
His free hand wiped away her tears, "Don't fret."
He said it. Fret.
A flood of memories then overwhelmed Charsi's mind. Memories of two weeks ago. Of the Demon who showed her the delights of flesh. The infernal Blacksmith of Hell had been kind to her, as well as a demon could be. But yet she longed for him as no human before could ever understand.
The Malus inserted itself fully and discharged an icy cold wave of energy into the eager and willing host. Charsi's hands went rigid as her body succumbed to the memory of bliss she endured not so long ago.
The look on her face was that of pure joy. New tears fell, but ones of happiness and relief. She kissed Frødenn, deeply and more hungrily than ever before. An eagerness he was happy to mirror.
With a dull thud the Malus painlessly fell to the floor. The noise bringing the two back to reality. "We need to talk," Frødenn softly spoke. "We will, but not here. Get dressed and follow me," Charsi replied.
The two quietly snuck out of her tent and made for the walls. The two sentries at the gate gave a quizzical look, but with the huge Barbarian escorting their friend a curt nod was all that was needed.
Once they were far enough away from any prying ears Charsi recounted her delve into the Monastery and the search for the Order's Malus.
"I think you two are bonded. The magic of the Malus had washed over you. It very well could have had some side effect. Add to the fact that he was uncommonly considerate to you. I would say this is a unique occurrence, but that would be a lie. I am partly here, now, in these lands due to rumors which you just proved true. Demons have adjusted their tactics, clearly. But this instance isn't merely some strategy. He suggested you return. Why didn't you?"
"I had no opportunity!”, Charsi blurted in frustration. Frødenn gently rubbed her shoulders, easing her tension.
“Well now you do. We just need to come up with a plan... and I think I know what to do. Is there some place we can go that we will be left undisturbed?”, he asked softly.
Charsi tapped the side of her chin, “Yes! There's a cave not too far from here. Follow me.”

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