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The Hunter and the Templar	By : BurneHazard Category: +A through F > Diablo III Views: 6471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            The maw of the cave would have seemed foreboding to anyone else. Ice had formed sharp-looking protrusions along the stone and ground to make it look like the gaping jaws of a beast--or demon. Kormac was too cold to notice. Killashandra could have cared less. The moment they stepped into the darkness and out of the wind, the templar almost fell again. Only a quick twist and throwing her body away from him kept them both on their feet as he regained his footing.
            With him so affected, they would not be able to move that deep before his body would simply give out. The bat flew in behind them and a quick sigil transformed it from bat to wolf. The glowing red eyes scanned the darkness as it led them deeper and around a corner. Since their goal was not the depths of the cave, as soon as she found a spot that would serve for a defensible position, she sank down.
            The templar collapsed at last, the sound deafening in the enclosed space. Jaw dropping to pop her ears and try to ease the ringing from them, she immediately shrugged her pack off. Unfortunately, Kormac's had been lost on their way through the crater. And while hers bore rips and marks from the creatures that had managed to get past her defenses or the templar's guard, her things were still intact.
            Trying to shut out the rattling from the chill-gripped man, she found her bedroll and immediately unrolled it to spread over the ground. Only then did she turn her attention to the wolf standing guard near them. A few swift commands to the magical creature and it bounded back the way they came to fetch whatever it could find made of wood. First priorities tended, the hunter turned to the templar.
            While his mail had more or less been torn apart, they had made hasty repairs to hold it together. She set to removing the man's armor quickly. The diamonds had to be removed first then he would have to be warmed until his body could adjust. Part of her mind was telling her that she had no clue if this would even work. The rest was focused on finding the small gems as she fought Kormac's involuntary tension and spasms to get his armor off.
            By the time she had gotten him back to the protective leather gear, the wolf had returned with a multitude of broken and shattered wood in its jaws. Dropping its find to one side, it went back out to fetch more. At least without the armor the noise had dropped to a more normal level. Tucking the man into the bedroll, she turned to her pack to tug free her tender kit. The wood her wolf had fetched consisted of shattered spears, hafts of axes, and several arrows. It would serve to start.
            Given the cave was frozen inside as well as out, she was hardly worried about the fire spreading so simply focused on coaxing a flame to life while cracking ice and crusted snow off the tinder. Soon, flames crackled to life and grew. Light spread through the part of the cave they had taken and pushed the darkness back. More wood was added and soon the small fire grew large enough she could feel the heat spread around her.
            Kormac's teeth were still chattering audibly. She turned, already reaching up and back to find the fastenings of the short cloak. It was the very reason her pack remained with her as it had concealed it for the most part. Even if the heavy leather-lined cloth would not be all that warm, a little would be better than nothing. Tugging her gloves from her own cold hands, she held them toward the fire briefly before reaching to touch his face.
            The skin was wet. He was sweating but gripped by chills so horrible he was still afflicted by hard spasms. Apparently he was still in his right mind enough to try fighting them. Only, the hunter was not sure if that was the right thing to do. Biting her lower lip as she honestly had no idea what to do in this situation, she followed her own common sense. Even if he was sweating, his skin was chilled.
            "Kormac?" she called, leaning in to study his face and the strange red suffusing it.
            If she did not know better, she would think he had a fever. Maybe she did not know better. His forehead and cheeks were actually cold once she wiped the sweat away with the skin around them burning hot. She knew how to take care of heat exhaustion, she knew how to treat frozen cold, she had no clue how to treat both at once. What worked for one did not work for the other. So...all she could do was follow what her current instincts were guiding her to do.
            The diamonds had been retrieved and they were now in the middle of winter. Despite the heat still rising from some points of his skin, he had to be kept warm in this environment. The fact he was still gripped in chills gave her hope her decision was the right one. And while her bedroll was for sleeping in the cold, if his own body did not manage to evenly warm him soon, he might fall even further. Especially since he was not responding to her. His eyes were tightly shut.
            Checking her things, she was mildly disappointed that Shen had not included some of those fire-opals he had mentioned. Not that she found fault with that. After all, she had not expected the diamonds to do what they did until shown. The fire was as large as she dared make it even though the wolf continued to find more broken bits of wood. And Kormac's body had not shown any sign it was going to stop shivering or ease up on the violence it was displaying.
            After a moment longer, and a small shiver of her own reminding her that she was not entirely unaffected by the sudden plunge from hot to cold either, the hunter fed the flames a little higher and began to remove her own armor. Part of her was growling at the delay--she had to get to the keep and find out what the witch was up to. This was no trap but it had set off her own inner alarms.
            But she could not leave Kormac behind like this. Once, yes. But not now. Not only would it make her little better than a demon herself, she simply could not bear to lose another person that she had...strong feelings for. Even then she refused to admit certain things. Shifting to crawl around and slide under the thick cover against the templar's back, she wound her arms around his violently trembling body and shifted to snare his legs with hers.
            She did not try to hold him still but she did make certain the more violent shudders were restrained enough to keep them both beneath the blankets and on the bedding between them and the cold stone beneath. His body was indeed cold against hers, felt through the leather she left on him and through the cloth she had stripped herself down to. Without truly meaning to, she shifted her head and nuzzled the wet hair away from his neck so the heat from her breaths could warm that spot as well.
            "It's all right, templar...it's going to be all right," she murmured. "Relax. Stop fighting it."
            It brought his scent to her every breath she took. Sweat, the lingering stench of the crater's super-heated fumes, blood, leather, metal...and Kormac. While the stench was something she could have done without, she enjoyed the other mingled scents as her arms tightened to give him a squeeze. The wolf returned as they huddled there, dropping its last fetch with the pile and turning to lie down at the edge of the fire watching the darkness of the cavern beyond.
            At last, she received a response, although it was not a completely positive sign.
            "Most of these soldiers are very young. Do you think any of them have even seen a real battle before this?"(1) he asked around still-chattering teeth.
            It made her wonder if he was even aware of his current surroundings. But at least he was speaking so she replied, "Those who survive this will be stronger because of it."(2)
            "The fact that these men have held out so long against such deadly foes is a testament to their fortitude,"(3) he muttered in a weary tone.
            "They've fought bravely. Azmodan will not win this keep without a fight,"(4) she tested his awareness.
            "Indeed, and we'll see the look on his face before we send him back to hell!" Kormac shuddered.
            Her concern was correct, he was not aware of where they were or that they had already destroyed Azmodan. One of her hands rose to press against his face. His cheek was no longer frozen but the sweat was warm rather than cold. She hoped that meant he had lapsed into a fever that would mean a step toward recovery. But she could do nothing to help him through it, this was his body's fight.
            Eventually, Kormac's shivering eased and lessened although a few more fevered mumbles escaped him. Killa gradually relaxed her hold and gave arms and legs protesting the constant strain time to relax. Without the need to fight unexpected bursts of involuntary action, the hunter found herself starting to doze off. The fire was warm and the wolf itself actually served as her hands to add tinder to it every so often. The strong body she was curled around was finally warming up and so was she.
            Motion brought her around although she had no clue if it had been a few moments or hours. Kormac shifted in her embrace and before she was fully coherent, she automatically released him. Not that he moved far. Opening her eyes, she saw he had merely turned to face her. Since he was between her and the fire, she could not tell the color of his skin or really see much to hint at his condition so she reached one hand toward his forehead.
            His hand was still cool where he caught hers but there was warmth beneath that did not feel that feverish. What made her wonder about that assessment was when he turned his head to press a kiss to her palm. That certainly snapped her fully awake as her eyes widened.
            "Kormac?"
            His body still blocked the firelight--revealing she must not have been asleep that long--and the shadow obscured his face. She certainly could not deny just that simple act made that empty need inside her surge to full notice once more. His lips were hot against her own slightly-chilled palm and they moved, parting so his teeth actually bit down lightly on the heel of her hand. Tensing with a sharp breath at the surge of lust that brought, she curled her fingers to press against his face.
            "Kormac...how are you feeling?"
            "Strawberry patch," he said.
            "What?" she asked, thoroughly puzzled. His face was hot beneath her hand.
            "You were eating the berries you were supposed to be picking," he said as his lips again found her palm and then moved to place a kiss to the inside of her wrist.
            Shivering for an entirely new reason, she tried to focus on what he was saying. A frown touched her lips and her brows furrowed. Uncurling her fingers, she pulled against his grip to try and touch his forehead. His hand relaxed a little but he was still brushing his lips against the sensitive flesh of her inner arm. His brow was feverishly hot.
            "There are no strawberries here, Kormac," she tried, grasping that his fever was still making him delirious. "You were dreaming."
            "No, I wasn't. You're older."
            That made her pause. Confused, she shifted to try and better see his face against the firelight. "What do you mean?"
            "I remember now. I don't know why I forgot it...save for what the order did. But...I knew I'd seen you sleep before."
            He was clearly mad. She felt a sinking in her heart and her stomach that helped to kill that delicious tingling below. Even if she wanted him, she would not take advantage of him when he was not in full possession of his senses.
            "Rest, Kormac. You're still burning in fever."
            He moved suddenly, startling her as she found herself on her back gazing up at him where he almost straddled her body. It brought a rush of cold air between them as the covers shifted. Before she could reach for them, he had already drawn them back up over their bodies. But his other hand had fallen to one of her shoulders where the sleeveless shirt left it bare. His fingers traced a pale, silver scar on the outside just an inch below the meaty part. The scar was almost like a bird in flight spotted at a distance.
            "I remember this too," he said and he had her undivided attention. "The river. A bunch of boys trying to show off. A fishing hook."
            Eyes widening, Killa took a sharp breath as the memory struck her. He felt her body tense and it drew his gaze to her eyes. His burned bright with fever but...there was something within the way he looked at her that told her he knew what he was talking about. That and she doubted even in the midst of her own injury-induced madness in the keep, she had revealed such secrets since he had told her she had not.
            Slowly, his thumb caressed the scar as his hand curled about her shoulder. He kept his gaze locked on hers as he just breathed for a few moments.
            "One of the boys went to cast his line into the water. But he drew his arm back too far and did not pay attention to what was behind him. When he went to cast, his line caught on something and made him drop the pole. His father had to take the hook out of the girl's arm with a knife."
            Kormac slid his hand away from her shoulder to rise and touch her face. His thumb brushed across her lips which parted beneath the touch as he traced her chin. "A girl that had been picking wild strawberries...and fell asleep in the patch while eating them instead of putting them into her basket."
            "How...could you know that?" she finally managed to ask as her lips tingled beneath his thumb.
            "Because it was my hook," he said simply.
            Shock warred with the sensations he was evoking within her at every simple touch. It took her a few moments before she shoved the chaos from her mind to worry about later when she had time to pull the past up and study it. Whatever he saw change in her eyes though, he did not approve since he lowered his head to brush their lips together. It made her forget the protest she was about to make.
            And damn the man, he was doing this on purpose! But she was only so strong. And as he made her lips tingle and throb with want, she lifted her head a little to claim that offered kiss. Just one kiss then she would make him rest until the fever eased up enough for him to be able to follow her to the keep. One kiss--that she forgot herself in as he actually took a little control to invade her mouth. That small action made her moan with the frustration that had built up over the past weeks.
            Unconsciously, her hands had moved to curl into his leather vest and grip tight. As she fed from him, tasted him, she found herself squirming to get closer as he lowered his weight against her, arms embracing her but permitting his hands to slide into her hair and caress her face, throat, and shoulders. It was so different than things she had been imagining that all she wanted was more.
            He shifted and his hips pressed down against hers. There was no mistaking that he wanted this as much as she did. Even though she had grasped him before, the sensation of that hard length against her body made her break the kiss to gasp sharply at the sheer difference. Kormac's eyes held a spark of that warm golden light against green and there was a gentle smile on his parted lips as he caught his breath.
            "Shandra..."
            A groan came from her, much to her surprise. The way he said her name sent a shiver along her back through her entire body. That tiny voice in her head warned her she had to stop this before it went too far. Just as her tongue darted over throbbing, sensitive lips, his hand slid between them and made her arch up hard beneath him when his fingers caressed the fire through her leather pants and the cloth beneath.
            For another brief moment, she was ready to remind him of his vows and put an end to it before she lost control. Then she made the mistake of looking into his eyes once more. The mishmash of emotions within them were powerful and some she could not name. But it was the heat in his gaze that made her go still and stare. Light and warmth, something...familiar, achingly familiar, and she could feel it like a long-lost dream that it hurt to wake from.
            He reacted to her before she was even aware of the first burning hot sting from tears sliding from the corners of her eyes. Caressing them away, he lifted his head to press a kiss to her brow. And finally, she was undone when he whispered, "Shandra."
            Choking on the emotions the mention of her past had stirred, she lifted her head to claim his mouth for a deeper kiss. His arm slid under her for support as he began to move his hand slowly to rub against her sex. Arching up against him once more, she writhed, pushing her hips toward the sensation only to have his press her back down. Her growl only seemed to make his attentions that much stronger.
            Forgetting why it would be taking advantage of him, her hands slid up over his chest and found the fastenings on his vest. It opened under her touch as easily as if the leather had just been waiting for it. Kormac's heart raced powerful and hot under her hand as she touched his bare flesh once more. Oddly, it felt like the first time every time even if she knew better. But there was a richness about the taut flesh and hard muscle beneath that she might never tire of.
            And Kormac was apparently thinking the same thing as he withdrew his hand from between her legs to slide his palm up along her body over her stomach. Her own top bunched before he found and fumbled with the ties. A breath of chill air managed to sneak between them and caress her a moment before the warmth of his hand moved along her ribs and up to slowly cup her breast.
            Breaking the kiss, she gasped for breath as he gazed down at her once more. She could not bring herself to look into his eyes again so he bowed his head. Her own tilted back when his lips found her throat to trail those soft, warm kisses along the column to the juncture of her collarbones. Then his tongue flicked across the hollow there as his hand gently squeezed the heavy curve it cradled, making another shiver take her as she gasped for a breath.
            Tenderly, Kormac drew her top open and continued to trail those gentle kisses along her chest between her breasts. His breath tickled a sensitive spot and made Killa's breath hitch. Pausing, he lifted his head. When she still refused to meet his gaze, he returned to his attentions as hot breaths warmed the cloth supporting her breasts. Then--in a move she hardly expected from the righteous templar--he caught the ties of the garment between his teeth and tugged them free.
            Glancing down, she found herself caught in watching him bare one breast then the other. The cold that again crept between them made her shiver suddenly as her nipples hardened and sent tingling jolts through her body. Then his hand moved to cup the untouched breast as his breath heated the other, washing over the hard bud and making her squirm before his lips brushed it. This time her growl came for other reasons.
            He had made it extremely hard to think--more so when he actually flicked his tongue across the sensitive bud. Panting, she arched upward again, pushing toward the sensation and feeling his mouth close around her. The sharpness of his teeth was a pleasant balance to the firm press of his lips and teasing of his tongue. It almost made her forget what she had been going to say. Almost.
            "Kormac..." she moaned as he suckled. But her hand went to his head, gently gripping his hair and tugging to demand his attention. He broke away, making her shiver when the moisture left was chilled by the air.
            "...where did you learn all of this?"
            The templar was clearly confused for a few moments. Although, when she squirmed again, the hard heat against her thigh told her it was probably due to something other than just fever. He groaned, hips pressing against her leg in effort to keep them both still.
            "Promising...soldier of Westmarch...remember?" he panted.
            For just a moment she wanted to feel jealous. But it was too much a relief to know this was not some demonic trick and she was not imagining it. Relaxing her hold, she combed her fingers through his hair. Although she did not say anything else, he apparently decided an explanation was necessary.
            "I was--"
            She chose to quiet him with another kiss. Later she might want answers. But the air was cold and he had pulled too far away for her comfort. Kormac apparently decided to continue following her lead because he again invaded her mouth as she moved beneath him. She had bared his chest in her explorations and her nipples grazed the warm flesh as their bodies came together again.
            It was his turn to break back for air. And he shifted his weight to free one arm so he could begin working on her leather pants. His lips were still busy though, brushing heated, gentle kisses along her face back to her ear as his breaths came in heated rushes that stirred her hair against her throat and shoulder. Killa took the chance to slide her hands back down his chest to his stomach and work at the ties of his breeches.
            When one hand slid a little too far down purely by accident, the hard heat she felt even through the leather made her shiver. Kormac groaned as if in pain as he rocked his hips toward the contact then made himself pull away. For just a moment, all that dark desire rose once more to fill her as her entire body trembled in the grip of want. She could turn the tables, take full control, just as she had with Lyndon. In that moment with the back of her hand pressed against him, she knew all she would have to do is turn and give him a squeeze.
            This time, she chose to go a different route. She had enough of darkness in the lair of the demons. What he was giving her...she found to be far more precious. Easing her hand away, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of his breeches and pushed them down slowly. Only then, as Kormac rested partially on his hands and knees over her, did she finally remove the cloth protecting him to take his naked flesh in her hand.
            The sound he made was sweeter and stronger than any scream or cry he had given her before. It made her gasp and shudder as if a bolt of lightning had just struck her. It left a painfully desperate need as her hand tightened to squeeze and stroke him. His hips moved toward her hand as she felt the full length of him meet her touches, hot and hard but somehow soft like...a man's cock was supposed to be.
            Unaware of her own panting, she squirmed down a little to look along their bodies and actually see the shape of what her hands were caressing. Lyndon had been very good, but Kormac...was perfectly formed. Groaning, she closed her eyes as another shudder of need gripped her. Misunderstanding, the templar sank down and pulled the blankets up over their shoulders again.
            Hardly minding, Killa continued to stroke him slowly as her own body heated and grew wetter. At last, she had enough. Kormac beat her to her own leggings though. His hands were suddenly there as well, urgently tugging the buckle and laces and sliding them down. Raising her hips, she squirmed to help him as his head fell to press his head against the ground and his brow against her shoulder for support since he was using both hands.
            Then cold air rushed between them as he drew back and moved off her legs. Between their efforts, the leggings and her undergarment were down and she brought her legs up just enough to get them off completely. Even before she had settled, his hands were on her thighs to guide them apart as he sank down. Warmth fell around her once more as her arms moved up to slide into the open jerkin and wind around his body.
            Neither were willing to shed all clothes in the chill but apparently they were of one mind about it. As he settled between her thighs, another sort of thrill took hold the moment that heavy, hard length pressed against her bared abdomen. His breath was a hot blast against the curve of her throat and shoulder as one of his hands returned to move between their bodies. The touch of his fingers was light but electric as the hunter jolted with a cry.
            As he pressed one finger against her hot flesh, she felt him slide almost instantly. Raising her hips in clear demand, she shifted so his finger entered her. The sensation after hours of unfulfilled desire was enough to make her clamp down on him as her body shuddered. Kormac's gasp was lost in her own gasping sounds as her body locked him inside, convulsing with surges of additional heat and wetness every time she bucked beneath him.
            Moaning, she sagged back to her bedding and just tried to catch her breath. But the unexpected release only made her that much more sensitive as he pressed his finger deeper then withdrew, beginning to caress the trembling walls slowly. Digging her fingernails into his back made him hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure. Realizing he still had some wounds there, she quickly released him and opened her eyes to look toward his face.
            Kormac's eyes were tightly closed, mouth slack as he panted. But there was no pain or agony visible on his face. When he opened his eyes to look at her...all she saw was light and hunger. It nearly stole her breath--and did when he thrust two fingers into her without warning. There was no pain, she was too slick, too ready for it, but the surprise and sensation robbed her of any hope at reason.
            "Kormac!"
            She was unaware that her fingernails again bit into his back, breaking the skin as she wrapped both long legs around his waist and held on. Her grip made him groan at the sheer strength and his hand was moving faster to make sure she was ready to take him. Every time he touched her it was that jolt of lightning again, hot and leaving her writhing and panting in its wake as her body tingled everywhere.
            Then, he finally withdrew his fingers and gripped her hip with one hand. On some instinct, she relaxed her legs and slid a little away from his body. Just as she looked up at him, he brushed her hot folds with the tip of his cock. That dark hunger was suddenly back and she brought her head up as glowing eyes locked on the templar's face. It made him pause when that burning glare found him, but from the way his cock twitched, it thrilled him.
            "I will not break, templar," she growled from deep within her chest. "But if you tease me any longer, I will break you...understand?"
            He nodded once, too consumed by his own desire to think of anything beyond her body. A body that rose to meet him as he pressed against her entrance, then thrust forward. The cry of pure desire that fell from her lips made him push deeper into the tight grip, rocking mindlessly as the wet walls contracted around him. Even as her legs again tangled around his hips to pull him to her, she was pulling him from within.
            It was a throbbing pleasure as he thrust, but she loved it. All she could think of was getting more as he drove deeper and deeper. Her body burned with need and with the fullness as he opened her with every additional inch. Gasping, moaning, crying out, she writhed under him as he claimed her. Finally, but somehow all too soon, his hips pressed tight against her and he could go no further.
            Both surrendered to the need for air, holding still for a moment. It was then that she took conscious action to again remove her fingernails from his back. His hands slid under her body between her shirt and her flesh to caress her. Arching slowly, Killa moved with the touch like a pleased feline. Her own hands soothed the marks left by her fingernails as she finally managed to open her eyes and look at him.
            Kormac was watching her. She saw the light burning in his eyes along with his want, his need, his hunger...and something far more powerful. It made her have to look away. But, his fingers caressed her face gently, touching her cheek with the slightest bit of pressure as his thumb caressed the other side of her chin. It was a plea. Slowly, she looked back to him and made herself meet the look in his eyes.
            Hers began to sting again as her vision blurred. The tears were coming again and this time she did not look away. Kormac leaned down and barely brushed his lips to the tip of her nose. Only then did he move an instant before his lips again found hers. Gasping, her mouth opened at the sensation of him withdrawing only to fill her once more. In that moment, he kissed her again.
            Abandoning her pain and her memories, she surrendered to the sensations and the pure warmth of every touch. Their bodies moved together with ease as her hands slid along his sides and over his back, clinging to him and tightening around him every time he withdrew. It made each time he returned that much more as they never once thought about pace or rhythm. They moved as they had trained to move, working together.
            The thrusts came faster, harder as Kormac drew closer to his peak. Each pulsing twitch of his cock filling her, stroking in and out was pushing her rapidly toward another, higher peak. Suddenly all they wanted was to reach it as their mouths devoured one another. Rolling her hips, arching her back to drag her breasts along his chest every time their bodies met, the jolting, pulsing sensations were all she knew until he suddenly found a spot deep inside her that made her break back with a cry.
            Startled, he suddenly understood exactly why she craved hearing him cry out. Her voice in that one moment shook him more powerfully than any blow, attack, or faith he had ever felt before. Thrusting forward to try and find that spot again, he was rewarded by another cry before Killa jerked and slammed herself down against him. Something almost soft brushed the tip of his length a moment before her body tightened around his.
            He fell a moment after she did, letting his cry follow hers as he exploded, hips rocking on pure instinct to fill her with every surge of seed. Each time his cock pulsed, she contracted around him from the sensations flooding her. Writhing, crying out, she raked her fingernails across his back in mindless bliss before he finally fell atop her, gasping for breath that simply could not catch up with his need for air. Beneath him, her chest was also heaving as she gasped, collapsing into a twitching, trembling aftermath.
            Neither were aware when they fell asleep in the sweaty, sticky tangle. Only the conjured wolf bore witness to how they rested together, still trembling from the force of their release. Only the bloody red eyes watched as Kormac instinctively shifted his weight to one side rather than crush the hunter. Only the magical beast's gaze saw when the hunter unconsciously laced her fingers with the templar's to hold his hand over her heart before the blankets slid forward to conceal it.
            In the darkness of the cave with only the firelight, the wolf turned its head back to the gloom leading deeper into the cave. And in the darkness...its eyes shifted from crimson to gold as it rested its head on its paws to wait.
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