Message-ID: <12780eli$9807051837@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Diablo: Zara's Quest (M/f, nc, incest) (3/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998070520463000.QAA04499@ladder01.news.aol.com> Diablo: Zara's Quest by PJ Chapter 3 Naldo tucked the blanket under the chin of his young daughter, Lelia. She smiled up at her strong father's face, secure as she snuggled in her bed. "Good night, love," wished Naldo from the doorway of Lelia's room. "Good night, father," replied the raven-maned girl. Naldo left the bedroom, going downstairs to the living area. A fire crackled merrily in the stone fireplace, providing light for Naldo's wife who sat repairing one of Lelia's long skirts. "You should get some rest, tomorrow will be another long day," suggested Naldo while he poured a mug of water for himself from the pitcher on the dining table. "Will you tuck me into bed too?" inquired Naldo's wife with a mischievous grin. "Of course," smiled Naldo before he drank deeply from his mug. Naldo's wife giggled, placing the torn skirt over her chair just before she climbed upstairs to the master bedroom. Naldo watched his shapely wife depart, draining his mug to the bottom with relish. Smoothing back his thick black hair, Naldo followed his wife to their room. Lelia awoke when she heard the high pitched shriek. She held the edge of the blanket tightly, waiting until she heard another ragged scream from her parents' bedroom. Lelia slowly climbed out of her small bed, moving towards her bedroom door. She cracked the portal open, searching the dark hallway with wide, fearful eyes. Moans and sounds of struggling came from her parents' room, lurid red light escaped from the bottom of the closed door. Tentatively, Lelia entered the hallway, stepping softly towards the master bedroom. The young girl reached the door, her hand trembled as she grasped the latch. Lelia's eyes widened even further when she opened the door and beheld the horror taking place within. Naldo sat atop Lelia's mother, the couple was naked with limbs entwined together. Naldo's face was disfigured and grotesque, with a huge fanged mouth and a long slavering tongue. Tentacles extended from Naldo's bare torso, the limbs wrapped tightly around Lelia's mother's arms, legs, breasts, and neck. Lelia's mother groaned, a thick tentacle shoved deeply into her mouth, drool sliding down her delicate chin. Naldo humped his wife's crotch, his large, clawed hands grasping and squeezing full round tits. Lelia screamed with terror, her small body trembling at the sight of her parents' obscene coupling. Naldo's head spun to face Lelia, his sharp toothed maw widening into a hungry grin. Lelia tried to leave the musk-filled bedroom, but Naldo was too quick, he extended two tentacles from his left side that wrapped vise-like around Lelia's thin ankles. Lelia shouted in protest as she was dragged towards Naldo's bed, her small nails digging shallow tracks in the floorboards of the room. Naldo lifted his struggling daughter into the air, holding her before him as he ripped off her nightgown. Lelia screamed as tentacles bound around her wrists, holding her upright while her father bent close to suck on her newly forming tits. Lelia moaned as her father licked her nipples, making them hard and wet. He rubbed his deformed face between her little mounds, then slid his lips over her small, flat belly. The tentacles holding Lelia's ankles pulled her legs apart, allowing Naldo to bury his face in her pussy. Lelia groaned softly, her father energetically licking her cunt and tiny asshole. A long, green tongue slid into Lelia's tight slit, probing deep into her untouched vagina. Lelia moaned constantly until a tentacle wrapped wetly around her throat, the dripping tip slipping agilely into her slack mouth. Naldo lowered his naked little girl onto his writhing wife, fucking his mate's slick pussy while sucking out his daughter's hot little cunt. "Focus on the words of the spell, see the sigil in your mind as you inscribe it in the air," instructed Adria from her seat next to Zara. The rogue girl stared into the cold fireplace, extending her right hand before tracing a burning symbol through the air. She chanted the magic words, forming a small ball of fire near her fingertips. The sphere of flame shot forward, igniting the waiting wood and kindling that sat within the fireplace. Adria nodded approvingly at Zara before taking a tea kettle and placing it on a hook over the bright flame. "Well done, Zara. You have now mastered Firebolt." "Thank you for teaching it to me," smiled Zara with gratitude. "You will need all the magic you can get if you wish to cleanse the monastery." "Here is some money for a Town Portal scroll," said Zara as she held out a handful of gold coins. Adria took the money, moving to a shelf containing many rolled up parchments and leather bound books. She sifted through the scrolls until she found the one she wanted, then she offered it to the waiting girl. "Have you ever heard of the Horadrim?" asked Adria as she poured tea into two delicate cups. "Yes, it was an ancient order of wizards that is still revered in the East." "Did you know that the monastery you seek to cleanse was once a dwelling place of the Horadrim?" "I had heard rumors, but I wasn't certain." "There was a reason they settled at that place. They were guarding something." "What?" asked Zara curiously. Before Adria could reply, a young man from Tristram pounded on the door of the witch's cottage. "Mistress Zara! Mistress Zara! There is trouble in town!" Zara sighed as she rose to open the door. "What kind of trouble?" "A monster! It's inside Master Naldo's house!" "Very well, let's go," replied Zara before she reached for her hunter's bow that she had laid near the doorway. "Be careful, Zara. We will speak again." Zara nodded in farewell, closing the door after herself, then running after the villager who had begun sprinting back to Tristram. The fleet rogue caught up with the young man easily, keeping pace with him until they reached the two story manor of Naldo. "Mistress Zara! Thank the Maker!" exclaimed Pepin, the town healer. Zara walked up to the balding man, who wore loose light blue robes. "The cries began almost an hour ago. This is not the first incident to occur." "What is it?" inquired Zara with a frown. "I will explain later. You must slay the foul creature now!" Zara glared with frustration at the tight-lipped healer, then threw back her shoulders before approaching the darkened manor. She checked to see that her bow and short sword were ready, cursing that she hadn't gone to the blacksmith yet to buy a new suit of armor to replace the set destroyed by the Butcher. The rogue twisted the doorknob of the manor's main entrance, not surprised that the portal was locked. She drew her dagger, fiddling with the simple locking mechanism until it snapped open. Pushing the door open slowly, Zara unsheathed her short sword, listening carefully for any signs of the monster. A loud, desperate scream echoed from upstairs, cut abruptly silent in mid-shriek. Zara bit her lip, grasping the leather-wrapped hilt of her blade tightly as she rushed up a staircase to the second floor. Emerging into a dark hallway, Zara stepped back a pace when a door smashed outwards, propelled by the bleeding body of a naked woman. The woman fell limply to the floor, her skin turning blue with death. Zara rehearsed the words of the Firebolt spell in her mind, advancing cautiously towards the now gaping doorway. Zara peeked around the doorframe, shocked to see a young girl pressed against a bed with a large, multi-limbed monster sitting over her, ravishing her with slimy writhing tentacles. A limb filled the girl's mouth, its purple excretions covering her lovely face. The monster pumped his engorged cock into the young girl's tiny pussy, her thighs outspread and held in place by more wriggling tentacles. Zara pointed her right hand at the beast, chanting the words of Firebolt while sketching the sigil in the air. A ball of crackling fire leapt from Zara to the monster, searing his black grey hide. The creature bellowed with pain, jumping off of the collapsed bed to charge Zara. The rogue slashed with her sword, cutting into the monster's wide chest. Roaring loudly, the monster swiped at Zara with his large claws, smashing the left side of the doorway into splinters. Zara ducked under the claw strike, diving to the monster's right. She slashed up with her blade, opening a second wound that gushed steaming black ichor. The creature turned to claw Zara again, only to watch helplessly as the rogue girl rammed her sword into his vulnerable heart. The monster whined pathetically before falling to his knees, then collapsing onto his side. Zara retrieved her blade, wiping the creature's blood off against its toughened hide. Silence filled the disheveled bedroom until a soft moan attracted Zara's attention. She moved to the bed, where the young girl lay with limbs outspread, her skin coated with cum and other foul stains. Lelia slowly opened her eyes, glancing at Zara, then looking beyond the rogue to where the monster lay. "Father?" murmured Lelia as the monster shuddered, its body becoming smaller and smaller. "What?" replied Zara, astonishment on her face when she turned to follow Lelia's gaze. What had once been a ravenous monster was now a prone, naked man. Red blood pooled under Naldo's pale body from the gaping wound in his chest. "Father!" shouted Lelia while she struggled to her feet, stumbling forward till she fell to her knees next to her dead parent. Zara watched the girl numbly until Pepin appeared in the doorway, taking in the whole tragic scene. "I feared as much," muttered the balding healer. "You knew that the creature was a human?" asked Zara sharply. "Come with me, Mistress Zara, I have much to tell you." "The first incident happened a week ago. A beggar drinking from one of the town wells transformed into a blood-crazed monster, killing two townsmen before Griswold and Ogden could trap it and slay it. Cain, our town elder, forbid anyone from discussing the event. Two days later, a woman transformed and ate her entire family before we could dispatch her. You must help us, Mistress Zara. Find the source of the corruption that is tainting our water and cleanse it!" Zara sat in thought, then stared deeply into Pepin's desperate eyes. "Grant me healing whenever I require it, as well as healing potions, and I'll take care of your problem." "Done! Thank you, Mistress Zara." "The potions?" Pepin eagerly gave Zara four potions of healing, telling her that the source of the contamination must be somewhere in the catacombs beneath the monastery. Zara nodded in agreement, taking her leave of Pepin before making her way to Griswold's smithy. "Hey, little girl! You need another suit of leather armor? Har! Har!" guffawed Griswold. "Yes, I do," replied Zara, her teeth ground together with annoyance. "How about you get something a little stronger than that last suit you bought. I have a nice set of hard leather armor that should be a lot tougher to cut up," said Griswold as he held out a black leather torso piece for Zara's inspection. Zara examined the armor, nodding in appreciation. "I'll take it," said Zara, paying the smith from her money pouch. "I also have a falchion that I'm prepared to make you a good deal on. It'll do more damage than that kitchen knife you have now." "Is it just a normal blade?" "No, it's a Brutal Falchion. Its damage threshold is much higher than a normal weapon of its type." "Sounds good," replied Zara, dipping into her pouch yet again. "If you trade me your short sword, I'll cut the price in half." "That's very generous. Why?" asked Zara suspiciously. "You've been my only steady customer for months! If you bite it, there goes my profit!" smirked Griswold. Zara smiled in response, paying Griswold the remainder of his price for the falchion. She twirled the curved blade in her right hand, then slid it gracefully into its matching sheath. "Good luck, miss," offered the burly smith when Zara reached the exit. "Thanks," replied Zara before she started heading for the monastery once again. ************************************ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----