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Diablo 2: Longing to be with you

By Lady Jasmine
Chapter 2: More Goddess
This is the rewritten/re-edited version.
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The rhythmic creaking of the old wagon was like a steady irritating beat. It echoed and rattled in the young sorceress' mind as she pressed her palms flatly against her temples. It hurt like the devil and she had no clue why. All she could do now was lie back on a comfortable pile of pillows and hope it would go away. Her head hurt worse than the memory of her first hangover. It was MUCH worse. Her eyes kept going in and out of focus as though her vision pulsing. Also, her mouth felt incredibly dry and her entire body ached all over in a way she was unfamiliar with.
Nevia couldn�t understand what caused these symptoms, more importantly, when they started. She had been asleep for some time and during it she was shocked to find she was showing signs of illness even though all she had done was slept and dream. And dream she did. Nevia�s face flushed red as the dream slowly inched its way back to her memory. Her panties still felt damp and she couldn't fight off the feelings of embarassment emerging within her.
She looked nervously over at Erix who was quietly reading an aged and worn book, completely oblivious to her dilemma. That made her feel even more embarrassed having overlooked the fact that it was he who made the cameo appearance as her fiery lover in the erotic dream. She quickly turned her head away as she blushed furiously.
Minutes past as the wheel continued its groaning; it sounded more like a starved animal. Nevia was still occupied with recollecting pieces of her dream until everything fit and she was able to go through it frame-by-frame. She lay back on the pillows again, closing her eyes with a deep sigh. She felt a desperate ache inside her loins, an ache that can only be remedied properly by a man. Although the idea of seducing the nearby paladin into curing and somewhat living up to her dream, she knew she couldn�t.
The wagon skidded to a halt. Nevia was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn�t even notice their traveling stopped until she heard Warriv�s jolly voice, "I think this would be a good spot to camp."
Nevia�s eyes opened and she sat up staring him as the paladin quietly and swiftly jumped out of the wagon. "Already?"
He nodded and left her field of vision, leaving her blinking and wondering how long she had been sleeping. It had been daylight since she was last awake. Imagine! Sleeping for so long that it was now night when she didn't even feel tired before.
The first thing she noticed upon setting foot out of the wagon was their surroundings. They were camped on the edge of the desert, close to where a thick forest ended. She stretched her arms out and yawned, lifting herself onto her tiptoes for a good wake up call for her body before smiling.
"So beautiful..." she said under her breath, glancing around. Perhaps the breathtaking view was enough to make her courage manifest deeper until she had no choice to follow through. She knew what she had to do; she needed to find Erix and explain herself. "Warriv?"
He turned in her direction, throwing down the rolled up canvas cloth for a tent, "Yes?"
"Where�s Erix?"
"Practicing in the woods probably," he replied briskly, untying the twine-bound canvas roll.
Nevia turned away from the man, surveying the landscape and staring directly on the forest. She knew what Erix was like when he continued his training. Once his mind was set on something he couldn't let go. Everything had to be finished. That realization made Nevia wonder what kind of lover he would be. And that line of pondering made the blush creep up her cheeks again.
"A river should be nearby," she thought, nodding to herself that a cold bath was exactly what was needed.
***
Erix ran through the thick forest madly; trees seeming to dart behind him, opening him a path through its majestic growth to allow the defender to continue his path.
"Keep going, keep going," he muttered under his breath as his mantra, fully aware that one of his weaknesses was speed and endurance. His feet were sore and his chest felt tighter with each breath, but he refused to stop yet. He needed to find the limits of his body. "Must keep going!"
The training was exactly what he needed to clear his head and forget that he nearly raped Nevia. It horrified him that Warriv, that crafty old man, would have such a potent drug in his possession. He found himself wondering if Warriv was not as kind a man as he pretended to be.
Erix however could handle Warriv on his own in due time. The more pressing matter was Nevia. He had confessed is feelings, she had said nothing and then he used her body, almost fully. He was truly ashamed of himself and part of the reason for taking off so quickly to practice was because he wasn't ready to face her. He wasn't certain his facial expressions wouldn't give away his crime to her and he loved her too much that it would crush him so if she were to look at him in a monstrous light. But, he was also scared that perhaps she would remember and... he didnt' want to think of the rest. And so in the end, he took off proving that he too was not above cowardice.
The open forest and its playground of uneasy footholds and brush to swipe at him and hinder him was the punishment and distraction he needed before he spoke to Nevia. What worried him more though was if she officially rejected him�like told him she didn't care for him�that if another situation like the hot and heady one in the caravan took place, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Could he really be so low that he had to have her no matter the means?
He couldn't answer it and that scared him.
All he could do now was continue running.
***
Twirling playfully, Nevia let out a childish laugh as she tossed the last article of clothing that separated her from partial nudity and full nudity: her panties.
"Ahhh...." She sighed, leaning over the edge of the river and dropping her wand nearby the riverside lest some monsters show and decide to ambush her. It was a hard lesson to learn so she felt it was neccessary to act safe in this instance.
She dipped her bare foot into the flowing river. She knew the water would be cold but she still futilely hoped that by some miracle it would be warm and soothing to her sore body.
However, the chilled water was probably more pertinent given the heat that was emanating from her body was more than just a fever. She needed to cool down before getting near Erix again. Things were already complicated enough between them that her feeling as though she was going into heat was just asking for more trouble.
Traces of her dreams trickled back to her. She pressed her hand to her face gingerly and felt her skin grow hot again.
She breathed in deeply and jumped in. The freezing cold of the chilling water seemed to mercilessly pierce her skin like the quills of a spike fiend�not that she had ever been in that deadly predicament. Her head surfaced as splashed around furiously, fighting off the cold. Her teeth chattering as she stood up in the river, feeling the water swerve around all the curves her body.
It was hellishly cold. Her hands were gripping the biceps of the opposite arm as her teeth chattered rapidly. Every inch of her skin was covered in goosebump, every hair on her was standing on end and her nipples also felt painfully tight and hard by the shock of the cold water. She shook her head, trying to concentrate on warmer thoughts other than the chilling water.
That failed miserably. All she could do now was rub her arms, fight the cold and wait for her body to adjust.
Minutes later, she was leaning casually back on the river edge as she sighed, her mind returning to her dream.
"Strange," she whispered softly to herself as she realized she had never had romantic or sexual feelings towards her partner. But now that she was having them, it wasn't difficult to see the appeal.
A slow sheepish smile spread across her face as she pictured Erix�s face again and blushed before lowering her arm, it brushing against her hardened right nipple.
Realizing what she was doing, Nevia hesitated. Camp was a good distance away, but she could never escape the feeling of being watched in the forest. In the Zann Esu's region, the forest surrounding her tiny village was a mythical place full of spirits, fancy beasts and kindred souls alike that playfully swarmed from tree to tree, whispering secrets to all creatures that would listen. Last thing she would want is gossip in the invisible world to be around her and her nudity.
One thought struck home that was enough to triumph her shame and shyness: this was not near Zann Esu.
Her eyes darting around, she shyly brought her right hand to her right breast where her fingers eagerly took captive of the hard brown pebble. She closed her eyes, exhaling gently and tilting her head back with a half smile as her left hand joined in by capturing her other nipple. She tugged at them and rolled them around between her thumb and index finger.
She quite liked the sensation and missed it. Travelling with Erix for so long left little room for privacy. She suddenly found herself wondering if he ever needed the same brand of private time to quiet his own desires. Those thoughts only made her skin burn hotter against the frigid river water.
Spreading her fingers wide, she ran her hand down over her nipples. The hard nipple bumped into each finger with each run, further exciting the sorceress as she repeated the pleasurable process. Her head swam in a cloud of pure bliss as each finger slid over her nipples with a quickly and light-feathery caress.
Her left hand continued its gentle attack on her left breast while her right hand slowly lowered and dipped into the pool as she shifted her feet to be shoulder-width apart. Her fingers snaked down to the apex of her thighs.
Nevia hesitated again, her eyes darting around the forest before she shyly let her fingers comb through the coarse hairs there. She drew her index finger and ring finger to spread herself apart. Her middle finger arched down and traced a circle around her hardening clit.
She held her breath, choking her moan. The sensations flooding her mind and body were so potent. Her leg muscles tensed as her middle finger flicked back and forth over her little. A bead of sweat ran down her brown and off into the river, similar to the rest of her juices.
She circled her clit rapidly, feeling pressure building up in her stomach as she could feel her inner muscles clench tightly. Her eyes suddenly shot open and she pulled her hands away from her body. The horrible feel of a dying climax consumed her but was not enough to make resume her clit teasing. She reached behind her shoulder and picked up her clasped orb from the riverside and smiled.
Gazing at Erix�s gift�the beautifully crafted wand�her eyes held a look of endearment as she turned it, orb facing down, and wrapped one hand around the handle while the other held it by the orb. Her paranoia completely gone and replaced with sexual desire, she licked the handle, coating it with her saliva.
To her, it currently was not an instrument of Thanatos... quite the opposite: one of desires and fulfillment.
***
"What was that?"
Erix spun around, his ears desperately searching for the direction the cry came from. "That sounded like Nevia...." Another sound was heard, less high pitched and, without another thought, the paladin sprinted through the thick forest, the visions of Nevia being killed by monsters acted as fuel for his stamina, keeping it at an all time high.
"... Nevia..." Her name echoed in his mind but not more than the anguished scream he had heard only a few seconds ago.
***
Nevia�s mouth was open with her head tilted back. She didn't mean to scream like that. It had been awhile since she had come, so that one took her by surprise.
Her voice would sometimes come out as soft moans, murmurs or quick grunts depending on how her passage reacted to the few inches of the invading wand. She only pushed in as far as what she assumed the tip of a penis would go. She couldn't understand why, but it hurt if it went deeper, plus she didn't feel like there was much sensation if her weapon went in too deep.
Every time she felt the reverse-tapered end of the wand slide out, her womanhood seemed to ache from wanting more. Her insides pulsed in distraught if the emptiness was present then fell silent in awe when that emptiness was temporarily vanquished by this magical weapon.
Nevia saw as a way to channel out all of her sexual desires leftover from her dream. She smiled upon remembering the dream, slowly pushing the wand back inside her as her free hand alternated between nipples, pinching and rolling it. The tip of the wand wasn�t very thick, but the ridges on it was more than enough to satisfy her longing.
"Erix..." she sighed, remembering that it was he who gave her this wonderful gift and being the one to make this moment happen by being the co-star in the beautiful dream.
The free hand lowered to rub her clit as Nevia looked ahead at the long stretch of trees in front of her.
"Ah... so beautiful..." she thought, the idea of masturbating in such a beautiful place... the only thing that could top such a thing would be sex under the nearby stone bridge.
A loud and dry snapping sound behind her startled her. She quickly pulled the wand out of herself, wincing because she didn�t pull it directly out, but at an angle.
She whirled around and held up her wand at the sound source, a gargantuan that was angrily roaring at her.
Nevia cried out and flipped her want around, realizing that she was pointing the orb at herself. She looked down at the beast�s feet. A meter behind it was her clothes and armor.
She cursed at herself, backing up to the other side of the river and getting ready to throw whatever spell that would come to mind once she stopped panicking.
Too late however, the gargantuan beast leapt in to the river to attack the naked sorceress.
A loud growl was repeated from the side of the river that Nevia currently had her back pressed up against. She nervously whirled around to find yet another beast roaring angrily, this time, it was a werebear standing on its hind legs, ready for battle.
More profanity came out. She held out her wand out at the bear and chanted; A weak fire bolt shot out, striking the bear in the chest with a pitiful "pff" sound.
The bear didn�t move, it grunted in pain before it made its first strike; it jumped into the river, directly on top of the gargantuan already there, tackling it.
Nevia�s eyes darted away from the beasts� scuffle to her clothes and armor lying safely on the ground where she left it. She had to act quickly. She swam around them with fluid motions as to not attract any attention. However, she would not get away that easily.
The gargantuan�s arm swung out at both the bear and the sorceress. Nevia was fully submerged into the river, coughing as her head re-emerged from the water. The bear clawed angrily at the gargantuan and it grunted in pain. Surprisingly enough, the bear then managed to throw lift raging beast up and chuck it onto the riverbank, which shocked the hell out of the sorceress.
The bear, drawing up to its full height scrambled up the riverside and made a running dash at the gargantuan beast. Its left and right mercilessly at the beast before rearing back and slamming its own muscular form into it.
As Nevia rubbed her eyes, giving one last cough, she heard a big splash right in front of her as the gargantuan�s limp body fell in and sank into the dark river water.
The sorceress looked up at the bear. It seemed somewhat curious as it remained on its hind legs, staring at her. She frowned, raising her wand and sending lightning bolt, which the bear surprisingly ducked and avoided.
"What�re you doing, Nevia??!" the bear growled, sounding exasperated.
"A talking bear...." She thought as she stared at the creature before the reality hit her. "No way..." she said in disbelief, slowly shaking her head and pointing at the bear. "You can�t be..!!"
If the bear could smile, it would. Instead, a light bright shining light surrounded the muscular and fur-covered body. Through the slits of squinting eyes, Nevia could see the form decrease in size and density to a shape more human.
The light faded and Nevia lowered her arms which acted like a light shield, her face holding an expression of shock and delight. She knew this man and couldn't be happier to see him.
"Oh my.... Rune!" she cried at the sight of the familiar green eyes, strong jaw and the reddish-orange hair, tied back in a small ponytail. A smile split her face as the tall and burly fur and leather clad man grinned in response. "It�s so good to see you again, you ass!"
"Uh, it�s good to see you too, Nevia... you and your ass..." He coughed and looked away.
Nevia flushed red, a full body blush, and dropped down in the water, crossing her arms over her exposed breasts, only letting her head remain above water level. She laughed nervously and scolded him, "You could�ve said something...!"
The young (but older than her) druid ran his fingers through his hair, putting on a fake suave tone in his voice, "Yes, I could�ve, but what man would interrupt a beautiful naked woman during a bath. It�s rude."
She made a face and retorted, "And you think oggling at a nude woman isn�t rude?"
"I wasn�t oggling," Rune said seriously, turning back to her, a sincere look on his face. "I was trying to save your life."
Nevia felt touched. She smiled briefly before her scowl returned, "Well, you�re oggling now."
Rune faked a hurt tone of voice and turned away from her, "Not oggling. I'm appreciating beauty."
Nevia laughed, "You haven�t changed..."
He turned his head to the side and grinned perversely, "Well, you've changed into a woman now, and I'm not going to apologize for being glad about that." Even though he had said it perversely, he had meant it sincerely.
"You perv," Nevia sighed, shaking her head and quickly throwing her wand at him. It reflected off the side of his head and fell to the ground.
"Ow." He bent down to pick up her weapon and grinned, thinking about what he saw from his hiding place behind a cluster of wild bushes before the gargantuan showed up. "You might need this..."
Nevia flushed red. Her thoughts were in a frenzy at the horrifying realization that someone had seen. Wait, no! It wasn't just a "someone" who had seen, it was Rune, a man she had known for years!
However, the panic she felt was nothing compared to what she felt as she watched bubbles suddenly surface from the water in front of her.
Standing up, she screamed as the wet form of the gargantuan rose out of the water with its arms raised in fury as it roared, thrashing wildly. One of his arms smashed into her side, knocking her into the water.
The druid cursed, stretching his hand out and shooting out a molten boulder.
The rolling mass of fiery magma smashed into the monster�s skull, resulting in a loud and ugly sounding crack before the boulder and the dead monster sank into the water.
Rune jumped into the river and pulled the sorceress up into his arms, noting to himself that the water felt warmer from the heat of the heated boulder.
"Are you alright?" he asked as she spat out more water.
She felt dazed, staring up at him. His blue eyes were twinkling with so much concern it made her wonder about the years before when she had wished he could be serious in the way he was right now. She nodded weakly, completely forgetting her nudity, "Yeah, I�ll be fine... Thanks a-"
"--What the hell have you done to her??!" an angry masculine voice suddenly shouted from where the druid stood before.
Nevia turned her head and her eyes widened, "Erix!"
Furious at the sight of another man holding the woman he loved�who just so happened to be naked�the paladin pulled out his blade and quickly chanted the words for the might aura under his breath. "Let her go now or suffer my full wrath!"
The sorceress panicked, shaking her head as the druid set her down.
Rune was plain confused, "What�s with this guy?" he asked the sorceress. "Reminds me of some whacked out hero-wannabe..." His blue eyes assessed Erix from head to toe. While he could understand if Nevia did feel some sort of attraction to this man it certainly did not settle well with Rune's own plans.
"Erix! It�s ok!" she quickly explained her story, purposely leaving out the details of her little pleasure trip in the river.
Erix�s jaw tightened as his eyes locked with the druid's eyes as he climbed out of the river. "I see... thank you for saving her life," he muttered out grudgingly.
Rune nodded, not breaking eye contact with him for a moment; he recognized a silent challenge when he saw it. There was no chance in hell he was going to let this self-righteous paladin think he himself was the alpha male. "It was all I could do given there was no one around to properly guard her."
The insult struck home and Erix's gaze shuttered. On the inside, Rune was rejoicing and laughing at him.
"I will take over now," Erix said simple, drawing up to his full height and slanting Rune an annoyed look. "You can head back." He turned around to call out Nevia's name and she shrieked, yelling at him to turn around.
Erix whirled around, his cheeks a tad red.
"I think we should leave Nevia to change in private, hero..."The way Rune said hero was no compliment at all. It was hinted with a frost which the paladin was sure he'd be the victim of.
Erix quickly stole a glance at Nevia again before following the druid.
***
The sound of crunching twigs and dry leaves came with every step from the two men as they walked through the thick forest. Erix�s gaze never left the druid�s back. "So.... you�re Nevia�s new partner," Rune suddenly said, coming to a stop and turning around to face the holy warrior.
Erix did not like the way Rune said "new. He stared at the druid with narrowed eyes. "I am, what�s it to you?"
"Are you her lover as well?" the newcomer asked flatly.
"That�s none of your business," came the quick reply.
"Then that can only mean you WANT to be..." With a smirk, Rune�s eyes looked up and down at Erix as though sizing him up, "I don�t know what she could ever see in you."
Erix�s eyes widened at other man as he turned his back and continued walking, "Who the hell are you?"
The druid stopped, turning around again and his eyes shone as though they were smirking instead of his lips, "An old flame, surely she's mentioned me before." He turned his back again and walked ahead confidently leaving Erix to angrily glare at his back.
Nevia had spoken of Rune to him a few times. Most of it had been with tenderness in her eyes, but there were few moments he could recall that there was a deep sorrow in her eyes as she spoke of him. While Erix never had to ask her to full explain, what he had picked up on was she had fallen for him long ago but the feelings were never returned and what she wished for was never properly fulfilled.
Nevia deserved better than that. And Erix had every intentions to see that the druid not cause her pain any further. If anything, his presence only complicated things further if things were to develop between Nevia and Erix.
The paladin sighed, unable to push of the feeling of dread. Earlier, he had found himself daydreaming at the possibility of Nevia returning his confession but now it seemed like it was unlikely.
Damn druid.
***
Nervously, a sigh escaped Rune. As the hard ivory of his teeth sank into the warm tender meat, the muscles controlling his mouth spasmed slightly and forced an awkward smile.
"This is excellent!" Rune exclaimed, trying to convince himself as he closed his eyes, not out of joy, but to stop the tears if any decided to surface past the dome of his visible eyes. He never really did like Nevia's cooking. The wild chicken he had caught had obviously gone to waste with her style of cooking, the Zann Esu way of cooking. That meant zapping the chicken with lightning bolts until the sorceress felt it was okay to stop. On top of that, to add to Rune's misery, Zann Esu's rarely ever used spices... they relied on lemon grass and Nevia was really fond of it. Rune was not.
Sitting around the campfire and basking in it's warmth and soft light, Nevia sat down, cross-legged on Rune's right side, watching closely as he ate the meal she carefully prepared. The chef could only clap her hands together in happiness at someone liking her cooking.
"Really? You like it?"
Rune swallowed hard and nodded rapidly, quickly reaching for his cup of wine that Warriv had traded for with another wagon. His hand fumbled with the cup in the light of the fire. Warriv had gone to sleep in his tent, no doubt clutching a spear like he always does and Erix... Well, Erix was nowhere to be found. After the small verbal scuffle with the druid, he left the camp and has not been seen since.
Biting into her own portion of the dinner, Nevia glanced back with a worried look at the dark woods behind her in the direction of the river, "I wonder where he went to..?" She felt sick to her stomach at the thought that he might not come back.
Nevia remembered that look in his eyes when he saw her in the river with Rune. It was mixed agony and anger. She didn't even get a chance yet to explain everything from the top to him. "There are a few things I never told him... I owe it to him to at least be honest with him..." She shook her mind free of the thoughts as she instead tried to imagine just what was going through that paladin's mind. It was bad enough that she didn't respond when he confessed his feelings to her. Rune's appearance only made things more complicated.
"Why're you here?" Nevia asked all of a sudden and tossing the chicken bone, stripped of its meat, to the ground.
Rune looked up from his fire-gazing, "Huh? Oh, uh..." he hesitated. "I'm on my way to Lut Gholein."
"Oh..." her face fell slightly without her even realizing it. She quietly and daintily took a sip of her wine.
The druid arched an eyebrow, leaning closer to her, "What's wrong?"
"Hm?" She smiled, "Nothing, just thinking."
"About what?" he inquired. "Or should I be asking 'who'?"
Another smile came from her and she shook her head, "Are you a mind reader?"
He grinned, "I try. But if I were, I'd give you half-off the normal price."
Quickly setting her wine cup down, Nevia scowled and punched his strong left arm, "Hey! Don't be like that!" She pulled her hand away and shook it in the air, her knuckles sore from the contact against the firmness of his muscles.
"Wimp," he said with a broad smile that made Nevia unsure of whether to slap him or hug him. She missed him. As she laughed, a sudden movement in the shadows caught Rune�s eye. He paused to decide whether he should tackle the figure or not. He knew who it was and that made his smile widen even more as he thought of what possibilities could arise.
The sorceress shook her head and simply said, "I missed you, you know."
Rune's face melted into a serious gaze, "I know.... but you were the one who ran away, remember?"
Nevia lowered her head; a lock of her dark raven hair falling over her face. "I know. I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he replied, sitting up on his knees and leaning close to her, a serious expression on his face as he leaned close to Nevia, his right hand pressed to the ground as support. "It's my fault... I pushed you away, didn't I?"
Nevia's breath caught in her throat, her eyes focused on Rune's face, the fire casting dark shadows on one side of his face left a feeling of mystery in the air. Her lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something as she thought, "Gods... I can't believe I forgot how good looking he is..." She was about to lean into him and speak when instead she asked, "Would you like some wine?"
Rune blinked. "Oh, uh, sure." He had expected a different reaction.
The sorceress' cheeks burned in embarrassment realizing she had taken the coward's way out. She hastily passed him the uncorked and half-empty wine bottle. "You looked like you needed a drink," she remarked followed by a nervous laugh.
Rune quietly poured himself another helping of wine and quickly drank half of it down. The sorceress watched him closely, a sad look in her eyes and not noticeable anywhere else. The druid could've laughed at her cunning in throwing him off, but had he laughed, he would've spat the wine out to the fire or at Nevia. He set his drink down and watched Nevia pour herself a cup of water from her gourd.
Rune suddenly lifted the drink up for a toast towards her and smiled, "To reunions."
She paused and went along with it, "To reunions." Their cups dully clinked together as they consumed their beverages.
Promptly, Nevia wiped her lips with the back of her hand. The wine was sweeter than she remembered and it was laced with some warm and spicy aftertaste that she couldn't quite recognize. She dropped her cup, her face flushing a warm red. She blinked slowly, confused.
Nevia was not the only one confused, Rune watched her, a concerned look washing over him.
"What's wrong?"
She yawned, stretching her arms up and out. "Ugh, I'm gonna sleep now..." she muttered, slowly getting up and walking in a zombie-like state towards her tent. Rune quietly watched, confused at her sudden exhastion.
"Odd," he thought as her body disappeared into the canvas flaps. "She didn't seem at all tired..." He curiously picked up the gourd she left behind, opened it and sniffed it several times. Something wasn't right. The water had two very faint fragrances to it and it was very familiar to him
"I know this...." he thought as his mind raced, trying to figure out what it was. He knew it couldn't be poison.
"Why did her face flush?" he thought. "It almost seemed like she was...." His thoughts stopped dead in its tracks as he quickly got up and walked to Nevia's tent, knowing what it was.
"Sleeping root and the aphrodisiac called 'Goddess,'" he thought, entering her tent.
Nevia lay with her back on the floor and a thin tan blanket covering her body. She looked peaceful if it wasn't for her opened mouth, her left hand that was kneading her right breast through he shirt and her right hand obviously lost under her skirt and between her legs.
The druid marveled at the sight once he threw the tan blanket off the sleeping sorceress. She was beautiful like that. It was the beautiful desperation of a woman pleasuring herself that he found irresistible. He couldn't help but sink to his knees and hesitantly reach out to her. The way she was poised, the way her body moved was so inviting.
A sharp rustling sound from the tent entrance startled him. He turned his head to find him staring at the sharp and angry tip of a metal blade that desperately wished to be embedded in the druid's forehead.
At the end of the sword was the firm and confident hand of Erix, tightly gripping the hilt. "You touch her and I'll kill you."
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