DIABLO II: THE LORD OF DESTRUCTION

The Frigid Highlands

by PJ

 

 The sun broke over the horizon in an explosion of golden light. The endless sheet of ice that covered the Frigid Highlands gleamed and glittered like diamond beneath the sun's radiant face. A second sun blossomed above the Highlands, it gently descended to the snow-cloaked tundra, shrinking as it drew closer to the earth. The sphere of gold landed without disturbing the frozen scree, it opened like a budding flower, when its shimmering petals lowered to the ice the flower burst into a cloud of scintillating golden motes, blowing away upon a sharp, frigid wind.

A naked woman lay curled in a fetal position. She slowly opened sky-blue eyes, golden hair snapped in the grasping wind. The young woman sat up and wrapped her arms beneath her shivering breasts, her alabaster skin turning ice-blue quickly beneath the cold caress of the Highlands air.

Zara struggled to her bare feet and turned slowly in a circle, looking for any sign of civilization. Shuddering uncontrollably, Zara spied a squat hut draped in furs about a mile to the west, tendrils of smoke rising from a hole in its domed roof. Zara hunched forward, ice slicing open the soles of her feet as she crunched through the crusty snow, her lips quaking, frost forming on her eyebrows and fluttering hair.

Zara had been a rogue, sent to investigate the rumors of evil festering within the town of Tristram. Zara had fought long and hard, penetrating ever deeper into the bowels of a fallen monastery, where she confronted the Lord of Terror, Diablo. Zara defeated Diablo, but at a terrible price. The young rogue's body had become the new vessel of Diablo's imprisonment, and a contest of wills had begun, a contest filled with pain and inner doubt.

Zara eventually lost the contest. Diablo slowly began to take over her body, until she was but a shell for the Lord of Terror, her mind helpless as she watched Diablo travel across the world in an unholy quest to free his imprisoned brothers, Mephisto and Baal. Diablo succeeded in freeing his demonic brethren from their ancient bonds, but a brave amazon followed Diablo and slew Mephisto. Baal fled north, to perform the second part of the demonic brothers' plan. Diablo lured the amazon into Hell itself, confident he could slay the woman with ease. Diablo had not counted upon Zara's strength of will, she hindered him as he fought the amazon, reclaimed her body long enough for the amazon to slay Diablo once and for all. The angel Tyrael carried Zara's soul to Heaven, there she finally knew rest and peace, until now.

Zara recalled only vaguely what Tyrael had burdened her with. He had said the world was still in danger from Hell, that Baal, the last of the Prime Evils, planned to corrupt the Worldstone, the magical artifact forged at the creation of the world to protect humanity from the ravenous hordes of Hell. If Baal successfully reached the Worldstone and tainted it with Evil, the barriers would fall and legions of demons would pour over the earth, slaughtering and consuming everything and everyone in their path.

Zara stumbled and fell heavily to her knees. The naked woman's legs shivered violently, her feet were bleeding and numb, frost seemed to cover her entire shaking body. Zara pressed her right palm into the hard snow and tried to push herself back to her feet, her arm quivered, then collapsed beneath her. Zara dropped heavily onto the snow, the ice biting painfully into her blue flesh. Zara dug her numb fingers into the ground, she gritted her teeth, but she couldn't make her body rise, it was drained, pushed beyond its limits in the freezing, soul-sucking cold. Tears dropped from Zara's blue eyes and instantly froze upon her azure cheeks. Zara felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, her lungs were coated in ice, her throat constricted until air could no longer enter. Zara let her eyes close, she prayed Tyrael would be waiting for her.

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Coarse palms slapped Zara awake. The young woman blinked her eyes, she was in a small tent of arched branches and animal skins, a fire burned close to her left arm, its smoke rose in a lazy column up to a small hole cut in the roof.

Hard, brown eyes bored into Zara's. A huge man dressed in furs and leather leaned over Zara, his blonde beard was long and thick, his hair wild and greasy from lack of washing, he stank of musk, sweat, and uncured leather.

The burly man turned to the fire and dipped a wood cup into a steaming, black pot set over the crackling blaze. He placed the smoking cup next to Zara's chin, he frowned sternly.

"Drink!" growled the man.

Holding her fur blankets close to her body with her bare left arm, Zara obediently sipped the hot drink. The liquid was surprisingly sweet and spicy, Zara eagerly drank the cup dry and held it up for a refill. The bearded man dipped the cup into the pot again for Zara, then filled a cup for himself before he sat next to Zara's left leg, stroking her limb over the thick furs. Zara shifted uncomfortably from the stranger's familiar touch, but didn't pull her leg away, the man had saved her life.

"What is your name, woman?" demanded the bearded man.

"Zara, of the Sisters of the Sightless Eye."

"A rogue," snorted the man disdainfully.

"Who are you?" retorted Zara sharply.

"I am Gorm, I serve the eternal wind, the fire that gives Life, the beasts that hunt the tundra."

"A druid," nodded Zara.

"I felt a great warmth, as if the sun rose twice at the break of dawn, did you cause that?"

"Aye, I was sent here from Heaven."

"You are an angel, like blessed Tyrael? You do not look like an angel, angels' feet do not bleed."

"I'm just a woman. I fought the Prime Evils before, I defeated Diablo and helped slay him in Hell," admitted Zara proudly.

Gorm looked askance at Zara. He pulled his hand away from her leg, he sipped thoughtfully from his warm cup. "Perhaps Tyrael did send you to the Highlands. A demon passed by Harrogath, the greatest city of the North. It proclaimed itself as Baal, Lord of Destruction, it summoned a great host of demonspawn and hurled it against Harrogath. I have just returned from Harrogath, after slaying the foul Overseer who supervised the besieging demons."

"Where's Baal?" asked Zara intently.

"He left his army, heading north with a small band of his most vicious warriors. He seeks the Worldstone, but he will have to defeat the Ancient Ones first, and no demon has ever managed to claim victory over the spirits of my ancestors!"

Zara nodded and stifled a yawn. The young woman blinked drowsily, the warm furs beneath her beckoned. As Zara lay back upon the piles of musky furs, Gorm lowered his empty cup and pulled away Zara's blankets.

"What?" blinked Zara while Gorm leaned over her, stroking her nude body with his large, rough hands.

"I haven't had a woman in a long time," leered Gorm, caressing Zara's right thigh, his free hand gently groping her left breast.

"Stop..stop it!" gasped Zara, her head stuffed with cotton from the spiced drink, her hands weak and clumsy as she tried to push away the druid's groping paws.

"I won't hurt you, Zara," murmured Gorm, sliding his left hand between Zara's luscious legs, fondling her soft cunt.

Zara moaned and clamped her thighs together, Gorm pried her slim legs apart easily, he replaced his left hand on Zara's fuzzy pussy, combing his thick fingers through her silky, blonde, pubic hair.

Gorm lowered his wide torso onto Zara, he kissed her roughly, sucking on her tender lips. Zara pushed futilely on Gorm's muscled chest, she wriggled underneath him, but he pinned her to the furs, his left hand squeezed the back of her right thigh while he massaged her left breast with his other callused palm.

Zara gasped when Gorm finally released her mouth. She groaned as she watched Gorm lick her left nipple, stroking it to stiffness with his tongue. The powerful druid released Zara's long, left leg and caressed her small belly with his open palm. He caressed Zara's warm flesh to her crotch, then he scratched her pussy with his index finger, teasing her stubby clit. Zara arched her back slightly, her breasts shuddered as she felt Gorm caress her sex, strong fingers spreading her slit open, the long index finger flicking over her clit, then digging into her cunnie.

"S..stop!" moaned Zara, panting, her body flushed and hot beneath the druid.

Gorm let Zara's left nipple fall from his lips, he moved to Zara's right breast, sucking it into his mouth, soaking the warm, pliant tit with his drool. Zara covered Gorm's fondling left hand with both of hers, she brought her knees together, her pelvis shuddering, her pussy moist as Gorm's index finger slipped deeper into her love hole, lubricated with her own juices.

The heavily-muscled druid removed his finger from Zara's dripping pussy. He licked his finger clean of the young woman's sweet nectar, then pulled off his heavy furs.

Zara watched wide-eyed while Gorm mounted her, spreading her slender legs apart, squeezing her knees as he lowered his dangling cock to her open slit.

Gorm thrust hard into Zara's pussy. Zara moaned sharply and threw back her head, golden curls tossing as the naked druid humped her, stabbing deeply through her contracting sex. Gorm grabbed Zara's taut buttocks and squeezed them while he bucked between the woman's quaking legs, grunting like a beast himself as he rutted with the moaning rogue. The druid pressed his sweaty body over Zara's, he snatched her wrists and held them together over her head, licking her bared throat and creamy, white shoulders.

The druid pounded harder and harder into Zara's tight cunt, their thighs slapped sharply together, until Gorm impaled Zara and climaxed inside her.

Zara lay limply underneath Gorm, her gleaming breasts heaving, her face turned aside from the panting druid. Gorm rolled off of Zara and lay outstretched against her right side, he covered both of their naked, perspiring bodies in musky furs, he placed one heavy arm over Zara's stomach possessively and fell asleep. Zara watched the tent fire slowly die, the orange flames flickering weakly in the growing cold, she closed her heavy eyes, the drug-induced drowsiness that held Zara dragged her into warm oblivion. 

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