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The Dildo of Kings	By : JayDee Category: +A through F > Diablo 2 Views: 8564 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Coldworm died hard on Aysha’s spear. A soul chilling blast cut through the birthing chamber in the last seconds of the creature’s death throes, driving the poisoned Amazon to her knees. Slowed, shivering, she tugged out her last vial of antidote, and gulped desperately. Coldworm’s poison faded from her body as she stood, unsteadily, and looked across the subterranean carnage. The mercenary Haseen hadn’t survived. His poison-bloated corpse lay unmoving near the chamber’s entrance amidst the remains of Coldworm’s monstrous servants. Aysha searched, grimacing at the foul smelling slime which drenched everything, until she found the ancient horadric shaft she sought. It looked stubby, rotted, worthless... Aysha claimed it, and activated her portal scroll to return to Lut Gholein.
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Hours later the Amazon climbed the final steps to her room at the Desert Rain. Old Elzix had allowed her to replace the previous occupant after their apparent abduction by Sabre Cats, so long as she let him follow her up the stairs each time to ‘help carry her possessions’. The appreciative noises he made let Aysha know the retired bandit was another admirer of the view allowed by her traditionally minimalist Amazonian armour. With a final obliging smile back at the leering elder, she slid inside the comfortable room and closed the door. The desert grew fearfully cold in the night hours, but there was still heat yet.
She wondered what Elzix would think if he knew her intention; it might burst the elderly man’s heart just to see the lithe bodied blonde peel off her leathers in the low light of the lamps. Aysha took the old staff from her pack. In the hands of the last Horadric Mage, Deckard Cain, it had twisted and changed, to be revealed as the lost Staff of Kings. Cain had told her she needed an amulet to finalise the shaft’s transformation into the Horadric Staff needed to gain entrance to Tal Rasha’s Tomb. As the smooth wood rested in her hands Aysha unexpectedly found herself contemplating using it with another entrance. The dark surface was uneven, spreading through knobbles and almost corded bands below the rounded tip where the Amulet would fit.
The urge grew until at dusk she bought a jar of cooking oil from Lysander. In her room, she spread it thoroughly over the wood. Though it slipped in her hands, she was able to get a good coating across the surface. She laid it aside for just long enough to dip her fingers into the jar, and scoop the rest of the oil between her tanned thighs. She sighed as she worked it in, for the oil felt cool on her hot fingers and hotter folds. She hoped there was enough; the warm wood of the magical Staff seemed even thicker in the flickering shadows. She imagined it pulsed with power beneath her fingers.
Smirking at the likely disgust Cain would feel to see the ancient artefact so abused; Aysha moved the rounded end of the Staff to her bush. For just a moment, the shaft seemed to urge her on. Aysha slowly penetrated herself. It felt even harder inside, but thicker also. The lustful Amazon was unsure if she could use it as intended, but after a moment she stretched and the head disappeared entirely inside.
"Ahh! Good!"
The Amazon’s frustration had the better of her. Biting her lip from the slight pain, she eased the thickness further deeper until she was sure she could accept no more. Hardly able to contain her moans, she worked the makeshift dildo inside and out, twisting and tugging and thrusting, until it was as coated with her own juices as with oil and she could feel the warm tip just shy of her cervix. She didn’t notice the deepening darkness in her room, nor the growing odour of rotted carrion over her own aroused scents. Laid back on her beg with her legs hooked up, Aysha fantasised lovers taking her on those silky sheets.
She started with the men her tribe sometimes favoured, but moved to a more prideful image of the jewel bedecked kings the Staff’s name recalled. Her loud moans echoed strangely, as if there was more around her than stone walls. As her lust and pleasure grew a mocking image of Deckard Cain flickered past her mind’s eye, the ancient mage broken and defeated; nothing more than he deserved for ordering an Amazon about. There was nothing he could offer her. The staff seemed to blur in her fingers as she imagined instead being impaled on the powerful rod of the Prime Evil, Diablo.
The darkness surrounding Aysha was complete. The staff no longer moved under her control, thrusting hard enough into her body that she shifted across the bed. She reached for her breasts, pinching her nipples and squeezing firm flesh as Diablo’s shade formed in the darkness above her. The staff thickened, changing to his red flesh, stretching Aysha almost to bursting. She felt pleasure strongest in her pussy, but even her toe nails and hair tips seemed to throb with ecstasy. Diablo’s words reached her mind, telling her his possessed wanderer had placed dark essence in the old shaft. It had awaited a warrior capable of defeating him, to change their mind.
Aysha arched her back against the sweat drenched sheets, offering her body to Diablo in exchange for the final release she craved. His dark whisper demanded Cain’s death. The Amazon screamed her agreement, pleading for orgasms she could almost taste. The corrupted shaft emerged fully from her gaping body as the shade lifted her high above the bed, and then sank forcefully and entirely inside the Amazon. She almost lost consciousness as it dissolved into her soul, drawing an almost deathly scream from her throat. She squirted further than some men could throw a javelin in her passion, before the shade dropped her sobbing to the bed, and faded away.
Fingers dancing between her thighs, the corrupted Amazon planned Deckard Cain’s end.

A/N: Story written for AFF forum weekly prompt 44 - Kings.
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