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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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            The shield blocked attacks, not sound. The fact that she heard the demon's words crystal clear attested to this. Killashandra's eyes narrowed to crimson slits as she watched the female get closer to Kormac. He was still struggling against the webbing trapping him in place but there was nothing frantic about his motions. Even if he had felt fear in the face of seeing Cydaea for the first time, he had mastered it before seeing her again.
            "I warn you, Cydaea...touch him and I'll destroy the Sin Heart."
            "But, were you not going to do that anyway? Beautiful nephalem...you've taken away so many of my toys...it's only fair that I take away yours."
            "Destroy the heart, hunter! Now!" the templar shouted.
            Suddenly, Cydaea grabbed his head, wrenching it up with her human hands and making him jerk at the painful strain it caused his throat. "Destroy the heart and I'll destroy him!"
            Killa growled and thrust Cydaea's words back at her, "But, weren't you going to do that anyway?"
            It was a strange manner of stand-off. The demon hunter trapped behind the shield, the demon free to take the templar--and neither could make a move without severe reprisals. Both hunter and demon were thinking quickly, analyzing the situation. Killa knew she could destroy the heart since she was able to touch it. Cydaea knew she held a very valuable key in her grasp, if only she could manipulate it.
            Kormac choked, fighting for air against the grip nearly breaking his neck. Suddenly, the grip eased and he coughed, gasping when she let his head fall enough he could breathe again. Cold fingers pulled his helmet off and threw it aside as Cydaea's hands caressed his face. Apparently, she had formed a plan. Killa glared bloody murder at the Maiden of Lust as she envisioned all the ways she was going to dismember and kill the bitch.
            "You...have such power, dear nephalem," Cydaea said in her chocolate-rich voice again. It still rolled off Killa without doing more than making her feel disgust. "To destroy so many legions of hell... Azmodan fears you."
            "As he should. I will destroy him."
            "Oh, yes...yes...you could indeed. I can see that now."
            Her hands were still caressing Kormac's face tenderly. Caught as he was, he was unable to see one of those dagger-like legs rising. The tip tapped his back and made him jerk in surprise. Then, a different type of jerk. Metal clattered loudly to the ground as his pauldrons fell away, straps severed. Killa growled and fumed behind the crystal.
            "I can see...quite clearly. With all that power inside you...even the angels could fall before you."
            "Cydaea..."
            Kormac rolled his eyes to look toward Killa as the arachnid body moved over his. Distracting himself to maintain control over his fear, he watched the hunter pace back and forth a few steps. Killa met his gaze but continued to examine the shield trapping her. The deep thunder of the heart at her back made concentrating difficult because it was beginning to beat faster--tuning itself to the fallen templar.
            "Would you consider entering the fold, beautiful nephalem? I have never had a sister before...only daughters."
            Kormac's eyes closed tightly when one of Cydaea's hands was replaced by her front leg. Although she pressed her human shin against his throat rather than the spidery claw, it was close enough to nearly undo him. It left the maiden the freedom to reach down and unfasten the sword-belt, tugging it away and casting it aside as the tome flared with holy light in the presence of the demon.
            "I hunt my prey, not mingle with them," Killa snarled as her hands curled into fists, clenching and unclenching with desire to wrap them around the demon's throat. It was a paltry attempt to focus her rage. But she felt the heated heartbeat at her back, watched those cursed hands run over Kormac's body, violate him one piece of armor at a time. And she raged.
            "Oh, I never said to stop. There are always demons in need of destroying. Why, my lord Azmodan would be happy to let you kill as many as you please."
            "But only the ones he wants me to kill, right?"
            "Naturally."
            Kormac's armor was undone and fell away from his chest. Cydaea tore through the already-damaged mail beneath, ripping it apart and free from his body to toss aside. The webbing still held his arms prisoner, broken lengths of mail falling like torn cloth about his web-snared arms. The templar shuddered violently when the maiden lowered herself so the mandibles that were located where Cydaea's sex should be nibbled at his hair.
            The crystal dome rang suddenly, unexpectedly. And Killa was only aware after the sound faded that her hand throbbed in pain. She hardly cared. Cydaea was looking at her again and smiling. The only thing she could think of was to get out and rip that smile off the pretty face. When the pale hands moved to begin unfastening the plate protecting Kormac below the waist, the templar again squeezed his eyes shut as his lips moved in a silent mantra.
            "I'll do more than kill you for this, Cydaea!" Killa snarled
            "Dear nephalem, think about my offer. Join us, swear allegiance to Azmodan and aid him in becoming the Prime Evil. He will reward you...so richly. And as one of us, you can have any number of toys to play with, pets to torment...even this one."
            Metal rang against the stone as she finished removing the heavy plate. The mail beneath suffered the fate of his hauberk to leave the layer of leather beneath. It was all that now separated Kormac from Cydaea and it was practically nothing. Killa found herself spitting curses in her mind, red clouding her vision as she slammed both fists into the shield once more. Again it rang but remained solid.
            "I would so...love to have a sister...after all this time..." Cydaea purred seductively.
            Behind the hunter, the sin heart started to beat rapidly. As rapidly as Kormac's own heart when his head was pulled up and forced to turn. The maiden leaned down, pressing her arachnid body against his back and covering him as she lowered her head. The templar suddenly thrashed, struggling against his bonds and the horrible body pressing down against him as his fear overtook him.
            "Shh...I eat you now."(1) Cydaea devoured the scream that escaped his lips.
            "CYDAEA!"
            Light from the heart faded in a sudden flood of shadow. Having barely brushed the templar's lips with her own, the maiden looked up. Shadow boiled within the sin heart's shield. It twisted and writhed over the hunter's body, wrapped around her like a lost lover. Two eyes glared out from the midst of that shadow and bled crimson. In a sudden motion, the shadow collapsed inward, devoured by the hunter as she unleashed the power that had raged inside.
            That bloody red light flared, pulsing through her chest, emanating from her like another heart as shadowy tendrils bathed in blood rose like a cursed angel's wings from behind her shoulders. Darkness writhed at her feet, clung to her legs and arms like a beast thrashing against a leash. And where those shadowy wings touched the shield, it trembled and turned a violent red. Cydaea's eyes widened at the vision before her and a smile spread across her lips.
            "I fear I may have to take you seriously after all,"(2) she said. "Welcome, sister. Would you...care to taste him? His fear is...exquisite."
            "He. Is. Mine," came a voice laced with shadow and flame that burned the maiden's senses so sweetly that she gasped.
            "But he broke my toys, little sister."
            "He is not yours to punish."
            Kormac had gone mostly still when Cydaea withdrew. At the sound of the hunter's voice so...dark, he opened his eyes to look at her. The sight of this cursed angel made them widen in shock. "No...Killa..."
            "If I release you, what is there to stop you from trying to hurt me," Cydaea asked in that rolling purr.
            "Nothing."
            "Is that a promise?" the maiden asked breathily.
            Clearly, Killa had enough. Head bowing, her eyes flashed as she pushed that power burning in her heart outward. The shadowy tendrils dancing behind her shoulders flared and grew, striking the crystal shield hard enough to make it ring. The blue turned red, spreading like a bleeding thing as cracks formed and raced every which way over the surface. Her right arm drew back as if drawing an arrow, and she drove her fist into the wall one more time. The shield shattered.
            The Maiden of Lust tensed in surprise as the hunter turned to step over the ring that had spawned the barrier. "Oh, my...I was right. You are quite an extraordinary one."
            Those blazing red eyes fixed her with a glare. But the hunter did not turn toward her bow. She did not head for the sword. She prowled toward the maiden and the templar. Cydaea withdrew slowly, leaving Kormac shuddering in revulsion from her touch and trying to regain his control. Light flickered weakly around him as if he could not gather the strength to summon it completely to his aid.
            One shadow-wreathed hand slid under his chin to gently draw his head up. Despite his intention to fight back, Kormac met those red eyes. They burned his soul, seared his mind--and then, he saw the warmth of golden light in the hearts. He saw what Cydaea could not see. Through the darkness, Killa was there, and she was waiting. Dread gripped his heart for what was about to happen. But, he had already made his decision.
            "Do you know why you are being punished?"
            Confused for a split second, understanding entered his eyes when she brought her other hand against his back. He felt the coils of a lash fall to rest against the leather. He remembered the desert in that moment and what he had asked, what she had given. But where had she gotten this whip? If his mouth and throat had not been dry before, they would have become so in that moment.
            "I'm sorry, Killa...I failed you."
            "Such the sweet little pet. Too bad he's lying."
            "Shut up!" the hunter snapped as she reached under to grab the leather tunic. It tore open under her grasp and she jerked it up over his back and down over his head. It fell, sleeves caught by his bound arms, covering the stone beneath his head. His shirt was torn off completely to leave his back bare. Muscle trembled beneath the taut, battle-scarred flesh.
            Her hand slowly slid down his back--before she tugged her gloves off to tuck them into her belt. Then she caressed his back, smoothing her bare palm over the sweaty skin the way one would sooth a spooked beast. It was the perfect canvas. Firm, smooth, malleable...and all hers. After being so close to the sin heart, it was simple for her to feel the racing heartbeat within his body before she withdrew her hand.
            "Why are you being punished, templar?" she asked as she straightened to move around behind him.
            "I...wasn't strong enough. I failed you..."
            "That will do, for a start."
            She did not see Kormac squeeze his eyes shut. But she did hear his cry when the lash fell on his back. Red shimmered along the length as it darkened just as her arrows often did. Only this was no mere attack. Her arm drew back and she sent the whip out again. For several moments, the only sounds in the chamber beyond the mammoth heartbeat was the crack of the lash breaking flesh and the pained grunts from the one enduring it.
            This time, her arm did not tire. Her breath came faster every time he could not withhold a sound of pain. His back bled beneath her assault, first trickling then flowing down his sides to begin dripping onto the floor. Every time the lash licked his body, it sent the red splattering. Every time the whip left his flesh it sent drops of blood flying through the air to splatter in great arcs on the floor.
            And with him trapped in the open, she could move around him. It was not just his back but his shoulders, his flanks. Every step she took was a sharp click on the stone playing counter to the whip. Blood followed the dancing lash as it slithered over the floor behind her like an obedient serpent, leaving strangely graceful marks on the stone. Cydaea kept her distance, moving with the hunter to keep the templar between them. But it was clear the show was affecting the demon.
            One of her human hands had fallen to where the spider mandibles framed what appeared to be a mouth. The way her fingers stroked in and out of the dark entry, the glistening trails of liquid, it was not a mouth--or it was something that would give any man, sane or insane, nightmares for the rest of his days. The mandibles gripped and nibbled, caressing her hand every time she slid her fingers inside. Cydaea's breathing was coming faster as she watched the templar jerk and writhe against her webbing.
            Even though the demon would have called out, something in the way the hunter had commanded her to shut up promised the entire debauched spectacle would end should she interrupt. With the lust filling the air, she was happy to comply even if still quite cautious. And at last, Kormac sagged. Trapped on his hands and knees, he could not collapse but his body fell, making the shoulder blades stick out sharply against his back as his head hung limp as if his neck had broken.
            Killa paused then, drawing the lash to her and slowly running it through her hands to coil it. Approaching the sobbing, gasping man, she sank down into a crouch. Shadow caressed his sweat-blackened hair as her fingers curled under his chin. His head was too heavy and neck too loose to lift. Moving her hand up, she grabbed the sweat-soaked hair and used it to pull his head up. Kormac groaned but his eyes struggled open without needing to be instructed.
            "Do you know why you are being punished, templar?" came her cold question.
            She saw the light within those fever-bright eyes. He struggled to focus on her and try to get a breath long enough to reply. But what she did not see was that confusion or emptiness she had glimpsed once before. Kormac was still there. He burned in agony but he was still there, fighting against it. His lips were cracked but no longer dry. Tears had moistened them so they glistened.
            "...no..."
            Rising, she glanced to the bloodied stone around them. Her hand remained in his hair, forcing him to lift his body as much as he could with her to ease the sharp pain of having his hair pulled. "Pity."
            Letting his head drop, she took two steps away then spun without warning and brought the whip down. This time, Kormac lurched as a scream broke from him at the brutality of the fresh assault. Killa caught a sharp breath as the sound lanced through her. Wetness grew between her thighs as that hungry hollow inside twisted with want, clenching and making her shudder as she squirmed a little. It only served to grind her undergarment against sensitive flesh and leave her panting.
            Fresh blood marked the floor as she circled around the other way, purposely trailing the lash to leave trails of crimson on the stone. Toying with it, biting back her moan at what he had just given her, she switched hands. The whip rose and fell again as she started anew. Cydaea again moved to remain opposite the hunter as she circled. Shadowy wings flared and moved restlessly, splaying then tangling amongst themselves as if they too were writhing.
            "His pain...so sweet...so rich..." Cydaea finally breathed as she stroked herself. At last the demon reached out to touch the agony before her. A frown touched her beautiful features as she paused.
            Killa's whip struck the stone sharply near where the maiden stood, causing her to jump back instantly. The hunter was smiling as she caught the free end of the lash in her other hand. Her hips swayed smoothly with a stride that could only be one gained by sheer power. Each step caused her soaked undergarment to rub against her throbbing sex, ground there by the leather pants worn beneath her armor.
            "What's wrong, Cydaea?" she asked in that shadowy-smooth tone. Red light flared around her body as the shadows writhed against her legs. "You don't seem to be enjoying my toy."
            Stopping before Kormac's head once more, she left the lash coiled in one hand and rested her fist against her hip. The other hand went to gently stroke her fingertips through his hair. He tensed, struggling. Finding the strength, he lifted his head rather than risk her adding to his torment. The armor and shadow were oddly cool against his burning skin and her palm pressed against his jaw to press his head against the metal. A groan escaped him.
            "Why can I not feed from his torment? His screams have no taste, no...power..." the maiden said.
            A dark grin spread across the hunter's face as those crimson eyes flashed. Those long fingers slowly toyed with the wet hair, smoothing and caressing almost reassuringly. And for a moment, as she looked upon the hunter she thought had embraced her darkness, Cydaea felt the first stirrings of doubt. She backed up further.
            "Templar," Killa suddenly snapped.
            He jerked but his eyes opened. With her hand guiding his head, he managed to lift it as blood oozed across his back and trickled around his sides to drip from beneath him along with his sweat. His eyes were still burning bright with agony but she saw the Light there, saw the intelligence. Kormac was there, beneath the torment. Her eyes darted back to Cydaea.
            "Why are you being punished?"
            The light intensified as he grasped what she was saying. Her fingers lightly tapped against the side of his neck and out of the demon's sight, one finger pointed downward. His head fell and he saw the blood she indicated. Following the trails, he wound up pressing his face against her armored thigh and knee. And he saw what she had done with the blood she had spilled.
            "Don't make me ask again, templar."
            Gasping for a deep breath, he shuddered as his eyes closed. Beneath her bare hand, she felt the fever beneath his skin give way to something warm, gentle, rich--and fierce. When he released his breath, his voice came clear and strong rather than the cracked thing it had been just a moment before.
            "Not punished. Purified!"
            Holy Light erupted from his bound form. Cydaea's eyes went wide as she started to spring backward in shock. Killa dropped to one knee and thrust her hand into the trails of blood that all led to a distinct pattern on the stone and plunged her power into them with the light. The rune she had used Kormac's holy blood and the lash to trace on the ground exploded in pure Light. The maiden screamed as she was blinded, the hunter's simple spell used on her caltrops snaring the spidery legs.
            And even as light seared her own eyes, the hunter was racing forward. Cydaea's scream echoed in her ears as she vaulted over the edge of the light trap and landed squarely upon the maiden's back. The lash snared Cydaea around her pretty neck and tightened in the hunter's grip. Still moving, Killa's hand fell to one boot and slid the bloodied dagger free to rise as the demoness clawed at the noose around her throat.
            "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with someone else's toys?" she asked her prey in a sweet tone laced with acid.
            "You will not make me bow to the likes of you!"(3)
            Mouth opening in a scream of rage, not even thrashing could dislodge the hunter from her back. The blade came down as Killa devoured the fear in Cydaea's eyes before she removed them in two swift stabs. Foul blood burst from the ruptured tissue even as she brought the blade across the bitch's throat. The scream became a wet gurgle as the spider legs thrashed and human arms struck futily at the hunter.
            Even as the demon fell, Killa made one more strike from above. Just as she had done to the maiden's daughter when she kissed Kormac, so she did to the mother. Her dagger drove into the exposed chest between ribs and collarbones. Her fury was such that her hand followed until the hilt of the dagger met the glob of flesh she sought and twisted. Wrenching her hand free of the pale chest, she leaned in close to Cydaea's ear.
            "You cannot feed from what is not given to you. Azmodan will join you shortly."
            Cydaea, Maiden of Lust, crumpled. The light powering the snare-circle faded. So too did the shadowy power around Killashandra. Stepping off the body as it began to collapse upon itself, she moved to where Kormac waited. He was again sagging against his arms and legs but managed to lift his head and turn to look at her over a bleeding shoulder.
            Sinking to one knee beside him, she used her own cloak to clean the demon blood off her hand as best as she could. Then, she used her untainted hand to lightly caress his back between the lash marks. He had not healed himself. Instead he had thrown everything he had into obeying a vague order to snare the demoness without knowing if it was correct or not.
            "Kormac, are you all right?"
            Still heaving for breath, the templar let his head fall forward once more. Worry gripped her only to be dispelled when he managed to give her a faint smile. "Is that all?"(4)
            Tempted to smack him over the head, she found herself smiling in return. The red in her eyes lingered as she found herself drawn to the scent of his blood. Most of it had been burned away in the explosion of Light. His back was a mess of bright red strips. And as she watched a fresh trickle of blood form and paint his flesh, she forgot her restraint to lean in and run her tongue along his ribs to catch the drop.
            He tensed at the touch, drawing a sharp breath. Undaunted, too caught up in her own unsatisfied need, she followed the trail to the split flesh. The taste of his blood was familiar. Of course all human blood had the same taste. But...with his flesh mingling with the metallic liquid, it made it fresh and unique. And then she remembered where she had tasted it before. The tower of Bastion's Keep when she bit his hand.
            "Shandra?" he asked uncertainly.
            Reaching forward, she pressed two fingers against his lips to silence him. Leaning over his back, she barely brushed her nose across undamaged flesh as she exhaled. The wash of air over open wounds made him tense further, breath halting against the nearly painful sensation. She could almost hear Kormac fighting within himself as she pressed the first light kiss to another unmarked spot.
            Whatever he was fighting, he made it clear he had come to a decision. The tension remained but was no longer resistant. His earlier words returned to her and she felt another shiver of desire pass through her body. Letting her hand fall away from his lips, she reached under his body to slowly stroke his chest. The flesh and muscle twitched as he resumed breathing. And as she trailed her fingernails lightly along the untouched skin to his abdomen, not all those harsh breaths were of pain.
            Still on one knee beside him, she slowly arched her body to press against his side. The hiss he made told her that her armor was cool despite the heat as he shivered against her. Bracing her arm across his back brought another soft sound through his quick breaths. Cool or not, it had to hurt to have something press upon the open welts. She almost purred as her lips found a mark on his shoulder to kiss.
            Her free hand curled about the rock-hard rise of his bunched bicep as she let her breath wash against his ear, "Do you still wish to give me what I need, Kormac?"
            It made him lift his head slowly enough not to connect with hers. Those beautiful green eyes were still bright with pain but dark with something else that actually excited her further. "You've screamed for me, bled for me, hurt for me, but are you really willing?"
            Kormac had to swallow several times as his heart thundered in his head. "I offered, Shandra. Did I not?"
            Her answer was to slide her fingers into his hair and help him raise his head a little further so she could claim his mouth. At first there was nothing. Then his lips moved with hers, dancing and crushing. She could sense he was still struggling but to taste him again and have him return the kiss...was enough. She devoured his mouth, bit at his lips until they were hot and tender against her own. But still his kiss was firm and filled with that sunlight and maleness unique to him.
            When she broke back to gasp for breath, her eyes flashed gold before she blinked and the crimson returned. Kormac was watching though, and he saw it. Jaw clenching, he purposely arched his back to slide one of the lash marks closer to her hovering fingers. The surge of fire at the barely-present contact of her flesh with naked muscle made him catch his breath. But she pulled her hand away.
            "Heal where I touch you, Kormac. And only where I touch you."
            Nodding, he let his head fall down once more to focus. She chose to make a game of it. One finger trailed ever so lightly along the edges of one deep red mark. A breath later, light shimmered and flickered in the wake of the contact as he narrowed his healing to just mend that one mark. Pleased, she began to slowly trace one mark after another with her finger, watching as he obeyed her every direction.
            There was no pattern to what she did, but to have him respond, obey, so flawlessly...it made her shiver with desire again. Removing her hand, she leaned over him and pressed her lips to a mark. Gasping sharply, he tensed as she ran her tongue on the edge of the wound. Taking the hint, he began to focus his Light along the mark she was trailing kisses along. Bloodied lips found wound after wound and he healed each one she chose.
            Finally, only a few shallow marks remained and she slid her hand over his tender but mostly whole back. It drew a shiver from him. A shiver she caught as her free hand again slid under his body, trailing her fingernails over his chest and painting random trails in the sweat and blood that had trickled there. And to her surprise, his nipples were hard when her palm brushed across them. It prompted her hand to fall down his toned stomach and abdomen to dare cup him.
            Kormac arched and gasped at the touch, eyes opening wide as if shocked to discover the firm flesh that met her exploration. Shuddering for an entirely new reason, his eyes closed tightly once more as she just held him through the cloth. Her fingers slowly shifted, almost caressing him and causing his hips to rock forward of their own accord. Pleased at the new note in his panting, she lightly bit down on his shoulder before resting her chin against the muscle.
            "I may have misspoken earlier, Kormac. Know that I don't want to break you. I want to possess you, completely. That night in the desert--"
            A sound from somewhere above made her go silent to listen. Head rising, her eyes narrowed to scan their surroundings. Nothing revealed itself. Lingering a moment more, she let her hand fall before beginning to rise back to her feet. As much as she craved to indulge, it was hardly the place. They had already been trapped once after all.
            "Let's get you up and see what we need to do to salvage your armor," she finally said and extended one hand.
            "Killa..." Kormac began. Then he noticed that the webbing pinning his hands to the ground was gone, as was the stuff that had been trapping his legs.
            "It crumbled with its mistress," she said with a shrug but the smile on her lips was ornery.
            The templar blinked then looked down at his arms as if they were to blame for his lapse of attention. Slowly, wincing at pain from the as-yet unhealed marks left on his back and the tenderness of freshly healed flesh, he got to his knees then to his feet. Although she watched him, she was gathering the strewn armor and seeing if there was any way to temporarily mend his mail to fit the plate over it. His shoulders rolled and flexed as he drew the leather tunic on--shirt beyond hope.
            Every small wince or extra shift as he adjusted to the throb of the shallow marks she had made certain to leave untouched on his back so he would not heal them made that hot pulse inside her grow. But now her hunger was manageable. It would serve until they had completed their task. And now that she knew for certain Kormac was willing, they had to talk. First, there was the sin heart to destroy and one final lord of hell to destroy. And before that--the mess of his armor to piece together.

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Author's Note:
            This is the longest chapter thus-far. Primarily because I got stuck many times at several difficult points. I had to ask for some advice and inspiration from a friend to work through it. Although I'd planned for smut, it just did not seem to really fit the way that these two have developed. It will be coming...just honestly not sure when. I think.
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