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Diablo 3: Smut	By : Riddle_of_Stars Category: +A through F > Diablo III Views: 21321 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hahn stepped out of the private room he had rented and into the commons of the Slaughtered Calf.
His clothing was rumpled, and his forehead shined with sweat. The patrons who sat therein stared at him; the inn was small, and his previous adventure had been heard by all. Thankfully, his lover's husband was not in attendance.
"A pint of your finest, my good man! I fear I have worked up quite a thirst."
It was then that his attentions fell on the woman sitting at the end of the bar. She was remarkable sight; over six feet tall, heavy with muscle, a flowing mane of hair as red as blood. Oh, and more than half naked. That helped.
Oh, I simply must come to know this woman.
"Good evening, fair maiden! Tell me, what far-distant land has produced a woman of such majesty as yourself?"
"Save your charms for another farmwife. I'm here to seek the shooting star, not your bed."
Drat. Not quite the response I had hoped for. I shall have to change my tactics.
"Ah, then our destinies are intertwined! For I have traveled long to Tristram on the same errand. Perhaps if not partners in love, than we at least may be partners in war?"
her disdain lessened, but only slightly. "The dead rise to kill the living, and you are small and weak. You will perish before you find the star."
"Ah, you are mistaken! For I am, in truth, medium-sized at worst, and my talents are exceeded only by my wit and charm."
He spread his hands apart, and lightning crackled between his fingers.
"A sorcerer, then?" She inquired.
"No, far better! A wizard! Sorcerers are old and set in their ways, talentless hacks the lot of them. I am something on a far greater plane."

"Very well, wizard. Let us seek the star together. I am called Bri."
"And I, Hahn," he bowed low a sweeping bow, and kissed her hand. She snorted in derision.
And so it came to pass that the wizard and the barbarian set out together. The two soon found themselves wandering the dark ruins of the old Tristram cathedral, where the star had landed.
"Beware, the dead are everywhere," said the warrior-maiden. In each hand she held a heavy sword, larger than her companion would wield with both.
"And I would not soon join them." A ball of light floated over his shoulder, casting illumination that fast gave way to long shadows. They ventured on.
An unearthly moaning rose from the shadows, and the moaning rose to a howl. Shambling corpses gathered from the north, the east, the south, and the west. The adventurers stood back to back, outnumbered at least a dozen to one.
"Yes, that definitely constitutes everywhere. You take the left, and I'll take the right?"
The two warriors set to battle. Fire and lightning and energies unknown flew from the wizards hand, filling the darkened hall with flashes of light and claps of thunder. The barbarian laid into the horde before her, slashing left and killing right. No sooner would an arm reach for her than it fell the floor; no sooner would a ghastly face emerge from the shadows than it would be hewn from the shoulders that held it.
Within the space of half of an hour, the unholy warband had fallen, returned again to the land of the dead.
The barbarian stood atop a pile of corpses; blood dripped from each of her heavy swords, and splattered across her naked thighs, abdomen, and face. Smoke and mist rose from the wizard's body, and sparks of electricity still danced across his skin.
Fire blazed in the barbarian's eyes; this had been a mighty battle, and her blood still ran hot in her veins. She needed to fuck. Now.
She approached the wizard, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt, pulling him to her.
"If you would take me, then take me here and now, in the ruins of our victory."
This is somewhat unexpected. But also very hot.
She brought her face to his in a powerful kiss, tongues dancing, reaching. She reached for his trousers, massaging his manhood.
"You were right. You are not so small."
She dropped to her knees, unlacing his fly. She needed him. She took his cock in her mouth, swallowing him down to the base. She gripped his buttocks with one hand, pulling him into her mouth, while her other reached down to her clitoris. Clearly, the barbarian was no stranger to sex.
The wizard let out a loud moan, and gripped her hair with both hands. He skullfucked her wildly, passionately. Slamming his hips into her mouth, his cock down her yielding throat.
"Amazing. There are few of such talent as you."
She made a muffled noise in response, and she slapped his ass, spurring him on to fuck her face harder.
She unbuckled the skirt of armor she wore around her hips, given her right hand unimpeded access to her clitoris. It was a blur as she played with herself, her arousal stoked further by the way her lover fucked her face. Soon she was coming, screams of pleasure muffled by the cock in her mouth.
She tackled him to the ground, pulling her mouth off of his cock. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, and she crawled up over him. The wizard had been able to remove his shirt while she sucked him, revealing the smooth musculature of his chest and abdomen.
"Now you do me. Use your mouth on my cunt." She climbed over him, lowering her shaven cunt on his face. His tongue darted up to lap at her folds. She unbuckled the armor across chest, letting loose a pair of magnificent breasts, large and shapely. She gripped his hair in both hands, pulling his face into her, grinding her pussy on his mouth. The wizard could hardly breathe, but he wasn't about to let that stop him.
"Yes, make me come, make me come you worthless little man-whore..." His tongue continued to work it's magic on her pussy, and he could feel her shudder and shake. Her moans turned to screams, and they echoed down the cavernous halls of the ruin.
Worthless? I take umbridge at that remark.
She slid off of his face, and the wizard took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air once again. She scooted back, lowering herself this time on his iron-hard cock. Her pussy was amazingly tight; he could feel her squeezing him, working muscles few women knew how to use.
She fucked him with short, fast strokes, her pussy dancing on his cock. She looked so imposing there, looming over him, muscle-bound and blood-splattered.
I really ought to fuck more warrior women. This is delightful.
She reached forward with one hand, wrapping a powerful hand around his throat, the other one pinning both of his hands together. "Yes, that's it, use that cock, fuck me, fuck me you little bitch..." She growled, increasing her pace. He matched her, slamming his cock into her snatch from the cold stone floor.
"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, slam your cock into me!"
She came again, hard. Her hand tightened around his throat as she came, and the wizard began to see stars. She released her grip as her orgasm finished, her body go loose.
The wizard sat up with her, burying his face in her massive bosom. One hand snaked behind her head, pulling her hair, causing her to arch her back and thrust out her bosom. His tongue danced across her nipples, and his teeth raked along her neck. She let out a long moan, and the two continued to grind their sexes together.
He pushed her onto her back, pulling her legs over his shoulders. It was time to change things up, switch the dominant and submissive roles. His cock pistoned into her, and their eyes locked. She still had that fire in her eyes, and she reached up to him down to her.
He slapped her. She slapped him. Their lovemaking had become a brawl, hands twisted round another's throats. The wizard pulled the warrior up onto her knees, thrusting into her from behind. She let out a moan and through her head back, and he grabbed a fistful of her red hair.
"Yes, fuck me, take me you little bitch,if you have what it takes..." She whispered.
"Oh, I have what it takes." He reached to his waist, and undid his sash. He wrapped it round the barbarian's neck, holding it with both hands like the reigns of a horse. He tightened it, hearing her breath catch in her throat. She loved being in control, but she also loved being controlled.
"Fuck me, hard and violent, fuck me like you hate me..."

He slammed into her, using the sash as leverage to pull himself forward harder. She collapsed to the ground, lying on her stomach on the cold stone floor. He pulled on the sash, pulling her body up, forcing her to arch her back. She recurved like a bow, supporting her weight on her hands while he pistoned into her from behind.
Shifting the sash to one hand, he grabbed her hair to jerk her head back. He brought his face close to hers, looking her in the eyes.
"This is what you want? To be taken, bound, broken, violated? Fucked like a damned whore?"
"Yes, you bastard, you goddamn beautiful bastard...."

She came again, screaming into the dark while he fucked her, and he could feel his end nearing.
He pulled out of her snatch, and flipped onto her back. Wasting no time, he straddled her chest, laying his cock between her massive tits.
"Push them together," he said, slapping her across the face. She pushed her tits together, and he began pumping his cock between them. He reached both hands around her throat, choking her while he fucker her tits.
"Beg for my come, whore," he said.
"I want it, come all over me, come on my whore tits, give me your seed..."
With a cry he climaxed, his come splattering across her face. He slapped her as he came, just as she had when she was riding him. His seed splashed across her cheeks, into her hair, into her mouth.
"Hmmm," she said. "You taste better than most."

"So I've been told. Come, we have a shooting star to find."
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