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The Hunter and the Templar	By : BurneHazard Category: +A through F > Diablo III Views: 6473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Note:
            Warning! Smut ahead, first all-out sex scene. M/F, BDSM, etc. Don't like, why're you on this site to begin with? Please, comment after you read?!

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            A whiff of far fresher air led them to yet another ladder with a grate above it. The metal of this ladder was slimier but not nearly half as foul as the rest of the sewers. Climbing up, it took a few moments to get the rusty grate to give and release them into the area above. Clean, cool air embraced her as Killa scanned for any hint of trouble and extended her arm to help Lyndon up as well. They had reached the oasis and night had fallen while they were working through the rank passages.
            "Not so bad out here, is it?"(1) he commented.
            "More pleasant than where we were," she replied.
            Not far from the grate was a waterfall and pool of water. Given the muck and filth they had been wading through and fighting in, Killa had no problem making directly for the clear water. Paying no mind to the fact she was dressed, she waded into the pool and made her way around to the waterfall itself. The liquid was cold and fresh, spilling over her and washing away the gunk in the force of the fall.
            It made her stagger several times and a sudden solid splash almost made her fall. Lyndon's body was suddenly there, solid and steady as he supported her. He too had elected to just wade right in and get the smell off his body and armor. Turning to face him as the water poured down over both of them, Killa was more than aware her hunger had not abated one bit. In fact, the interruption earlier had only fueled it.
            Lyndon was looking into her eyes as well. They were again glowing like embers though she was utterly unaware of it. And although it did alarm him given the things he had seen and heard them talk about, it only gave a bit more thrill to it. The same thrill she was feeling as one hand rose to lightly slide her gloved fingers through his soaked hair and brush back a few of the shorter strands the water had pulled loose.
            His hands were a light weight, one on her shoulder and the other daring to rest against her waist. The hunter was studying him as if he were prey. Although there was the momentary urge to flee, this was the first time she had shown any indication of interest. His curiosity overpowered the sensation and he stayed as her fingers continued to slide over his head slowly, toying with the water-swept hair.
            "Lyndon, I want to be clear. This is not about love."
            A devilish spark entered his eyes as he grinned in that roguish way. "This...is going to be interesting, isn't it?"
            "I will not be gentle if that is what you mean," she stated flat out.
            Considering her words, his brown eyes traced down along her armored form. Haedrig's work was improving every piece he made. The current armor followed her lines smoothly enough to let him know she was no featureless blob of indeterminate gender. But enough was still covered and only hinted at to leave her a mystery. He wanted to know more, just as she did if her current look was any hint. And he knew how to read women.
            "As long as I survive and you don't break me, I don't think I'll complain much."
            Stepping closer, the hunter's free hand slid up, moving over his stomach up his chest. It managed to leave a trail of heat behind although they were under cold water. When her hand closed around his throat and squeezed, he shuddered at the clear promise of strength there. Her voice was a low murmur near his ear, almost lost beneath the sound of falling water.
            "No strings save one. If I ever learn you are being loose-tongued about this...I will hunt you down. And I promise that your death will not be clean."
            The black promise--he knew it was no idle threat--made him shudder unexpectedly. Mouth suddenly dry, he licked his lips and swallowed. The pressure of her hand made it a little uncomfortable but it was not tight enough to restrict the motion.
            "We've an accord then..." he managed.
            It was the last thing she permitted him to say. Her hand released his throat only for the other to grip a fistful of his bound hair and jerk him to meet her kiss. Just as before she claimed and devoured his mouth with that burning hunger. He moaned as her other hand found his belt and gave a vicious yank. Then his hands returned to life and fell upon her to begin yanking and jerking at her armor.
            Even as the first pieces of her armor were tossed toward the bank, Lyndon was turning with her in his arms to make their blind way to the shore. Though the water was pleasant, it was really pretty cold even when fully dressed. Killa had no qualms as she managed to get his belt off and give it a fling while her tongue battled his. Her hand tightened on his hair momentarily to hold him still and break the kiss for a fast breath.
            Then both of her hands found his vest. She grabbed it, ignoring the fastenings, and yanked. Cloth pulled and the leather was torn open under the strength of her attack to leave his chest bare for the aggressive exploration of her hands. The wet leather of her gloves slid up over his chest to his shoulders, causing the armor there to slip and fall, weight dragging the rest of his tunic back and down.
            His heel hit a stone hidden beneath the water and he stumbled, falling backward. He winced as his back hit the grassy bank and one shoulder piece that had managed to get caught beneath him. Killa showed no sign of noticing or caring as she landed on top of him, immediately straddling his hips. Her glowing eyes devoured him as she made short work of his other adornments, casting them aside without a care where they flew.
            Just as he reached up to help get rid of the harder parts of her own armor, she stripped her gloves and the bracers off to fling so her bare hands could fall back to his chest and explore. Lyndon groaned as her sharp fingernails traced along scars and scraped sharply against his cold-hardened nipples to send fire racing through his body. Unable to take any more, he forgot the delicacy of unfastening straps and returned the favor by breaking them to rip away the hard chest piece and grab her shirt.
            Torn away from her own explorations, Killa lifted her arms to assist him in getting rid of her clothes, yanking the hood off along with them. A heavy mass of water-soaked ebon hair spilled down over her shoulders and back, clinging to her face. She was bare from the waist up save for the simple black bra worn for support. Lyndon did not rip that off, his hands going to cup cloth-bound breasts and squeeze them. Each one filled each hand perfectly with the hard points of her nipples pressing against his palms.
            Mouth opening to pant, Killa moaned as he plucked and squeezed sensitive nipples between his thumb and palm. Her hips rocked, grinding the harder pressure of the armor down against his groin. Lyndon arched, hips bucking up to meet her with a moan to match hers. That tight, dark tingle was growing into a pulsing, throbbing sensation within her as she reached up to slide her fingers through his hair and break the leather binding it.
            Lifting himself up, Lyndon pulled her bra down, fastening his mouth over one cold-hardened nipple to bite lightly and suck hard. It drew a strange sound from her that was somehow a growl and moan in one. A hand grabbed the back of his head and trapped him there as his tongue toyed with the aroused peak. The hunter was moving though, lifting herself up with her thighs so her other hand slid between them to begin viciously yanking the fastenings of his pants.
            Obliging, Lyndon lifted his hips as he felt the tight grip of the garment slacken. Shoving his pants down, Killa shifted her weight, using armor-clad thighs to push them further away. The metal was sharp and almost painful against his legs. Breaking back to gasp, the scoundrel shifted, pressing his body up against hers as he reached back to fight with getting his boots and pants off. Taking the moment for what it was, she also took to the frenzy of getting her remaining armor dispatched as well.
            Even before he had managed to get his other boot off, she was on him again. It surprised him how fast she was, causing him to fall backward as she again pinned him to the ground. He had not yet managed to get his tunic fully off and the new position trapped his arms against his sides. Killa slid herself down along his body, stomach caressing his cock as she reached up to grab the leather jacket. Pulling down sharply, he first thought she was going to help him get rid of the last article.
            Instead, he felt her twist the tunic around his lower arms and tighten it, effectively binding his arms behind his back. Stunned and suddenly gripped by alarm, he stared up at her as she moved over him once more. Her thighs gripped his waist, knees pressing his arms against his body, his stomach cushioning her slight weight as she knelt there. Prisoner now, he could only watch as Killa drew her hands up along her own body to grasp her bra and unfasten the ties between her breasts.
            Rolling her shoulders in a display far slower than her actions up to that point, she teased him as she let it slide off to fall across his bared thighs. Lifting herself up without easing her grip on his sides, she hooked her thumbs beneath the matching black undergarment and slid it down. She was not pale in any form, her skin toughened by sun and hard fighting, but under the oasis moon it seemed to glow against the pitch black of her tangled hair.
            Lyndon had bedded many women--at least half without the comfort of said bed. Looking up at the one poised above him, he found himself entranced by the differences. Women were meant to be curvy, soft, beautiful. They were to be cared for with gentle touches and tender caresses. Sounds they made were breathy and soft with pleasing cries as they were fondled and stroked toward their completion. They were meant to be cuddled and cajoled until asleep so he could flee.
            The hunter's body possessed the curves and beauty of women but there was nothing soft about her. Her body was hard and toned with muscle. There were solid lines and plays of shadow across a muscled abdomen and the curves of her ribs. Her arms and thighs were not smooth but held the same presence of muscle and power. Her breasts were soft but almost too firm, hinting that the gravity-defying nature without need of the bra was from that same hard work and fighting. Her hips had the curve of softness but far, far less than the typical maidens he chased.
            Had he ever met her prior to his last run-in with the thieves' guild, he probably would never have given her a second glance--unless he was watching out for bounty hunters. She was a wolf compared to lovely lambs. And as she rose to slide her garment off, he found that he wanted to see just how wild this wolf could be. Especially when, to his surprise, he saw the dark hair over her mound was trimmed neat and short.
            Killa sank back down over him, barely brushing the softer, water-beaded flesh along the length of his cock. Panting, breasts swaying with every rushed breath, she gazed down at him. In the moonlight, the normally hazel eyes still held that spark of fire. Now it shimmered a hot gold as she locked gazes with him. His heart skipped a beat at the look and he suddenly felt like a sacrificial lamb before a wolf, a sensation that sent a jolt of fear through him and made his cock throb and jerk against her mound.
            "Killa--"
            She silenced him with another hard kiss. As her mouth all but ravished his, one hand slowly slid down his chest. The sharper edges of her fingernails drew trails of fire in their wake, causing him to twist and arch beneath her touch. The sensation ended against his abdomen before his breath caught and he bucked up into the hand that wrapped around his cock and squeezed. Moaning, Lyndon found his eyes closing without him wishing them to as he thrust into her tight grip.
            When she finally withdrew, he was squirming, writhing against the leather binding his arms as his hands dug into the grass beneath him. Sagging back, he let his head fall as he panted for stolen breath. Only belatedly was he aware that her hand had left his cock. The heat of her body withdrew, causing his eyes to snap open and see what doom was about to befall him. Instead of pulling away, she was crawling forward and higher along his body. Confusion made his brows furrow as he watched.
            One of her hands came to rest at the crown of his head as she placed her knees to either side of his ears. Not entirely certain what she had intended, it struck him a moment before she guided his head up a few inches and lowered herself to brush the dark hair against his lips. Even trimmed, the small patch of hair was soft and silky. It caught on his mustache a few times before he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue across the hot, wet skin. And it made his cock throb when it was not the beaded water he tasted.
            As she sank down to cover his mouth and nose with her sex, her flavor and her scent filled his senses. With those powerful thighs supporting his head, trapping him in place, he had little choice but to do what he suddenly wanted to do anyhow. He pressed his head up and began to taste her, running his tongue between the nether lips and teasing her clit before circling the source of heat burning his lips.
            Moaning, Killa fisted his hair again, arching back and rocking toward his mouth. The scratchy caress of his mustache only made each flick and stroke of his tongue that much more intense. It was almost like scratching an itch that could not be reached. As he thrust his tongue into her, a shudder took her by surprise and muscle clamped down around the invasion. His moan mirrored hers--even if muffled--before he began to thrust faster and harder to devour every trickle of wetness falling into his mouth.
            While thrusting his tongue into the tight folds as deep as he could reach, Lyndon was struggling to try and get his arms free from her bindings. Try as he might, even so distracted, he could not figure out how in the hells she had snared him. He could feel no knots and could not find the seams of the vest and shirt to get any idea on how she had wrapped them. The harder she ground against his face and the more he swallowed, the less he cared about that minor frustration.
            Her thighs covered his ears but he could still hear her moaning and panting. As those slick inner walls began to tremble and convulse around his tongue, he drew his lips back to carefully bite at the sensitive flesh, rolling his tongue over her clit as he caught a needed breath. His reward was her cry and violent shudder as the tingling, burning coil inside her suddenly exploded. Hot, slick, almost sweet liquid spread across his chin and face before he could fasten his mouth against her and drink the rest down. A probing caress of his tongue felt the sensitive flesh trembling and jerking as she recovered.
            Killa pulled away from his attentions with a groan that was more pleasure than pain. The cool night breeze chilled the moisture lingering and made her shiver with another surge of pleasing sensation. Not that she went far. Her glowing eyes found Lyndon's face and the glistening signs of her release darkening and clinging to his skin and mustache. The brown eyes were nearly black from desire as her body slid down along his, painting her wetness across his flesh.
            Bowing her head, she even parted her lips to run her tongue across his chin and taste herself before claiming another kiss from him. Moaning, his eyes closed again as she tasted herself against his unique maleness. Since he was not paying attention, his eyes flew wide in shock when the tip of his painfully hard cock brushed something hot, wet, and pulsing. Her eyes locked onto his even as she nipped and licked his lips, forcing him to pay attention as she began to push back.
            "Wait, Killa!"
            "Shhhh..." she hushed him with another kiss before her teeth found his lower lip and nibbled along his jaw toward his ear. One hand again found his cock and stroked the angry red flesh gently. "It's been a long time, but I'm no maiden, Lyndon."
            His mouth was hanging open as she ground herself against just the head of his cock, squeezing firmly with her hand to hold him still. With her weight pinning him down, she prevented his attempts at thrusting up to meet her from achieving anything. A pained sound escaped him and she drank it in with a quick breath as the hot coil pulsed inside her groin once more.
            "Sometimes, I like a little pain."
            Just as he frowned in confusion, trying to grasp what she said, Killa thrust back. Taking him inside with a sudden motion, she cried out in pained pleasure. His own cry mingled with hers as her hand left him so she could thrust down again, taking the rest of his length into her tight passage. The burning pain of being stretched so suddenly melted into the molten pleasure coursing through her entire body and pulsing with her rapid heartbeat.
            Lyndon's hips were bucking as he struggled against his bonds, against her body, against the tight, clenching pull of her around his cock. His efforts made the hunter moan and tighten further around him, barely managing to prevent her own hips from moving. Even as hot as her own body was, she could feel his thick length stretching her open, hot and hard and pulsing. So sensitive, she was not sure if she was really feeling the faint pulses of wetness from the tip or if it was her imagination. Regardless, it was so good.
            One hand rose to cup the scoundrel's cheek as she recovered herself enough to look at him again. Still open-mouthed, panting, his eyes opened at her touch and turned to look up at her. They were nearly black with need as his tongue darted across his lips like a frightened thing. Her fingernails lightly combed along his mustache, hand stroking the stubble-rasped jaw. Bowing her head, she moved to kiss him. He met her willingly with a hungry need as his hips rose and he moved within her.
            Releasing a muffled sound into his mouth, she shifted to draw herself up and sink back down. The sensation caused her to gasp, breaking the kiss. Instead, she began to trail hungry kisses along his face and throat as she began to ride him. Lyndon struggled against his bindings as he bucked his hips to meet her, craving to touch her, to pull her down and hold her. But there was no give in the bonds and the water had made both cloth and leather cling rather than slide as if it had been dry.
            At last, abandoning any attempts of kissing, Killa sat up and began to move harder and faster as fire and lust coiled in her belly, crackling with every stroke of his cock. Every ridge and vein caressed her and built the flames higher as she braced her hands on his chest. Lyndon cried out as her fingernails dug into his flesh, breaking it and freeing tiny drops of blood. The small pains further excited him and built his need into a feverish pace.
            With her water-heavy hair falling down her back and chest, teasing and caressing her breasts and nipples, the hunter lost any hope of pace, motions becoming frantic as primal need drove her to reach that mind-blowing end. Even Lyndon was more beast than man as he bucked his hips up to drive into her harder and deeper. One thrust made her release a screaming cry as he struck that spot inside that blinded her with the sensation.
            Scoundrel that he was, he aimed to touch that spot again and again. In four more strokes, Killa clamped down around him as she threw her head back and cried out her release. The convulsing grip around him brought Lyndon over an instant later and she cried out again as he exploded against that spot that sent her thrashing and thrusting wildly against him as her body milked him for every last drop, caught in the unending arc of their pleasure.
            Finally, neither had anything left to give and the demon hunter collapsed on top of the scoundrel. Silence fell for several moments save for the softer roar of the waterfall and their heaving breaths. Killa was the first one to recover and slowly push herself up to open gold-lit eyes and stare down at the scoundrel. Lyndon took several more moments before his eyes also made an effort to open and he managed to focus on hers.
            Smiling despite herself, she leaned in to very gently press her lips to his in a kiss that was chaste compared to what they had just done. He returned it, nipping her lower lip sharply in retaliation for the treatment she had given his. Her fingers combed through his hair to straighten out the tangles her grips had made before she pushed herself up. Pulling away, she let him slide free of her body and moved to sit on the grass beside him.
            Neither seemed to have any words to utter. It was a few minutes before Lyndon finally shifted as his shoulders were complaining about the position of his arms.
            "Um, would you mind?" he asked with a rough voice.
            Her answer was to reach under and give his bindings several strong tugs. They loosened suddenly and he found he could pull his arms free. Sitting up slowly, he tugged his tunic out from under him and regarded it. But there was no sign of just how she had used it to tie him up. His puzzled eyes found hers and lingered on the almost gentle curve of her lips as she smiled enigmatically.
            "Just because I don't seek thieves out doesn't mean I don't know how to tie a decent knot."
            "You'll have to teach me that sometime."
            "Sometime," she said as she rose. Even though her legs were shaky from the intense orgasms, she could still walk.
            Lyndon was also a little shaky as he followed her to the pool so they could cleanse themselves. And although he had no clue just what to make of the encounter, he could not seem to keep his eyes from straying toward Killa to watch as she bathed and began collecting her armor to see what could be salvaged. Since he could not think of any actual questions to ask, he did the same.
            Haedrig was going to have harsh words for both of them when they did return to camp to have their armor fixed...

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Author's Note:
            Hope that you enjoyed and that the frustration of waiting so long for some action is worth it. This is HARDLY the end of things...in fact, now comes the really dramatic stuff--run for the hills!
            Oh, and a tiny easter-egg is in the last couple of chapters. Did you spot it? Here's a hint: it's more of a black pearl than an easter egg.
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