Message-ID: <13661eli$9808050200@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Diablo: Zara's Quest (M/f,mc) (6/?) 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: <1998080206442200.CAA03080@ladder03.news.aol.com> Diablo: Zara's Quest by PJ http://members.aol.com/PJurado/index.html Chapter 6 Lightning flashed across the bare countryside, followed by a crack of violent thunder. A squad of fifteen skeletons stumbled towards Adria's cottage, swords gleaming in their bony hands. Rotfeast followed his troops, his Falchion of Illness shining from the illumination of the lightning in the black sky. Rotfeast watched the door of the cottage as it swung outwards, disgorging two beautiful young women. The zombie recognized Zara in her new studded leather armor, but he failed to identify the pretty girl standing with her. The girl's red robe billowed from the wind emanating from the approaching storm. She raised her hands, her lips moving quickly. Rotfeast clenched the hilt of his weapon, silently urging the skeletons forward just as the girl finished her spell. Glowing white light formed around the girl's outstretched hands, then exploded into an expanding sphere of pure magic. The skeletons trembled when the light washed over them, their bones quivering violently before they fell apart like broken toys. Rotfeast covered his eyes with a rotting arm, and when he lowered it over half of his minions were destroyed. "Attack!" shouted Rotfeast, aiming his sword at the wide-eyed mage girl. Zara placed herself between Isolde and the advancing skeletons, summoning her own magic to combat the undead. She cast Charged Bolt, the tongues of slithering lightning leaping out to explode amidst the shambling skeletons. Five skeletons flew apart as the lightning smashed into them. Zara drew her own falchion, speaking the command word that caused it to flare with light. The whole area around the front of the cottage was brightly illuminated as Zara charged into the remaining skeletons, swinging her blade viciously. Isolde hung back, holding her short staff with trembling hands. "Hello, pretty," hissed Rotfeast, emerging from a corner of the house. Isolde screamed, brandishing her staff across her body. The zombie licked his cracked lips obscenely, leering at Isolde's ripe young body while he slowly approached her, his ebony blade held forward lightly in his right hand. Isolde thrust out with her staff, smacking it against the side of Rotfeast's sword. Rotfeast giggled shrilly, sweeping his blade at Isolde, slicing a rent in the wide sleeve of her robe. A tall woman dressed in grey appeared in the doorway of the cottage. She glared at Rotfeast, raising her right hand upwards in a warding motion. Rotfeast barely had a chance to look down when a roaring wall of fire appeared between himself and Isolde. "Isolde! Get back!" exclaimed Adria, thrusting out her right hand at the cringing zombie. A flash of blue light was the only warning of the lightning bolt that tore into Rotfeast's right torso. Rotfeast screamed in agony as his right arm dropped wetly to the ground, his blue-gray flesh sizzling like cooked meat. The crippled zombie seized his fallen sword before fleeing into the incoming storm. Lightning crashed overhead again, announcing the rain that began falling heavily from the night sky. Zara smashed the skull of one skeleton, then hacked the last undead in two with a well-placed swordblow to the spine. Zara stood still for a moment, allowing the cold rain to plaster her auburn locks to her head. "Come in before you catch a cold," advised Adria, guiding a stunned Isolde to the warmth of the cottage's interior. Zara looked down at the loose bones that littered the ground before she sheathed her blade and followed her friends inside. King Leoric gazed up at the crucified young girl, rubbing her cunt slowly with his decayed right hand. The naked girl moaned weakly, her body bone thin with starvation. Leoric pressed a finger into the folds of her pussy, caressing the soft pink flesh until a thin trickling of cum flowed from her vagina. The undead king brought the honey coated finger to his dry lips, relishing the intoxicating taste of the bound girl's cunt wine. Leoric replaced his hand over the girl's crotch, rubbing her pussy for more drink when the double doors of his tomb rumbled open. The undead king left the suspended girl, staring at the one-armed Rotfeast as he staggered forward. Rotfeast fell to his knees, pressing his disfigured face against the filthy stone floor. "Master! Forgive me! Zara has a mage bitch with her now! The female's magic destroyed most of my men, then Adria crippled me! She took my arm!" "You offer me excuses when I want Zara kneeling before me, begging me for her life. You have failed, again." "Master! Please!" groveled Rotfeast, daring to look up at his lord with blood-shot, pleading eyes. "Shadowdrinker," murmured Leoric, slashing his right arm downwards. A skeletal figure appeared from the darkness of the crypt. He raised a large sword, swinging it towards the supplicant zombie. Rotfeast's pleas were silenced in an instant as his detached head sailed towards one of the tomb's walls, splattering wetly against the grey stone. The black-boned skeleton bent down to pick up Rotfeast's enchanted sword. He tied the blade to his bare hip bone, then sheathed his own broadsword in a sheath draped across his fleshless back. "Bring the rogue Zara to me, I don't care how you do it," ordered Leoric, returning to the bound girl in the corner. Shadowdrinker bowed respectfully before leaving the king to his drink. The storm lasted all day, drenching Tristram with a steady downpour. Zara and Isolde walked through town, stopping only long enough for a quick meal at Ogden's and some fresh supplies. The rain stopped when the duo reached the beckoning door of the monastery. "Are you ready?" asked Zara, watching Isolde carefully. "Yes, let's go," replied the sorceress, smiling weakly at her friend. The two adventurers carefully entered the abandoned monastery, descending a spiral staircase to the catacombs below. Shadowdrinker knelt at the corner of a passageway, watching the pitch black hall with small red-lit pits that served as his eyes. A large group of skeletons and zombies waited behind Shadowdrinker, waiting for their master's signal to attack. The skeleton captain watched with the patience of the dead, never moving, never wavering in his vigil. Shadowdrinker remained still when Zara and Isolde finally appeared, the duo illuminated by the white light coming from Zara's bare falchion. Zara and Isolde were progressing through a bare wide hallway when the monsters attacked. A barbed arrow slammed into Zara's left shoulder, knocking her backwards. Isolde brandished her short staff, chanting the incantation for Holy Bolt. A ball of light exploded in the middle of a group of attacking skeletons, tearing them to pieces. Zombies moaned loudly as they stumbled forward, their long-nailed claws extended towards their prey. Zara ignored the pain in her shoulder, raising her hunter's bow for firing. The rogue unleashed a stream of arrows, cutting down six zombies in their tracks. Isolde cast another Holy Bolt, destroying most of the remaining skeletons in the hallway. Zara maintained her arrow fire, slaying four more zombies who emerged from the darkness ahead. Zara's sword lay on the floor at her feet, lighting the passage for the rogue girl as she slew the last of the zombies. Zara lowered her bow slightly, an arrow still nocked as she stared intently into the darkness. She could see nothing beyond the light pulsing from her falchion. "Did we get them all?" asked Isolde. "I don't know," replied Zara as she extended her Sight forward. A hail of arrows spat from the darkness. Zara and Isolde yelled in pain as shafts tore into their torsos and limbs. An arrow slammed into Zara's chest, knocking her off her feet. Isolde fell to her knees, several arrows embedded in her arms and left leg. A black-boned skeleton clicked forward, flanked by several skeletons with drawn bows. Shadowdrinker drew his broadsword, the ebony blade drinking the light pouring from Zara's prone falchion. The hallway dimmed, until Zara and Isolde could barely detect their adversaries. "Cast Heal on yourself, quickly!" ordered Zara through clenched teeth, using her own Heal spell to close her many wounds. "I..can't! The pain's too much!" panted Isolde, her eyes squeezed shut from the agony. Shadowdrinker pointed at Isolde, prompting his skeletal minions towards her. The skeleton archers shouldered their weapons, grabbing Isolde's wrists and dragging her with them into the darkness they came from. "Isolde! No!" snarled Zara, snapping arrows from her flesh before healing the wounds with her magic. Shadowdrinker waited until Zara healed herself and picked up her barely glowing weapon. The two duelists stared at each other, living brown eyes opposing dead red flaming orbs. "You're dead, fucker!" spat Zara, lashing out with her Falchion of Radiance. Shadowdrinker parried her blow effortlessly, then blocked the next six slashes with equal nonchalance. Zara kicked at the skeleton, but he hopped away agilely. Shadowdrinker pointed with a gleaming black finger, casting a Firebolt at his foe. Zara shouted when the fire splashed across her breasts, making her skin blister from the heat. Shadowdrinker attacked with his obsidian-hued sword, slashing deep rents into Zara's belly and right arm. Zara backed away, her blood dripping loudly onto the stone floor. Shadowdrinker circled Zara, his blade twirling slowly, searching for an opening. Growing weak from blood loss, Zara murmured a spell, stretching out her trembling left hand. Lightning poured from Zara's fingers, washing across Shadowdrinker. The black-boned skeleton raised his thin arms to block the tongues of lightning as they chipped away at his fleshless frame. Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing Shadowdrinker's right leg at the knee. The skeleton fell limply to the floor, swinging vainly with his broadsword. Zara moved back several paces, unshouldered her hunter's bow, and fired arrow after arrow until Shadowdrinker was merely a collection of broken limbs and ribs. Zara dropped her bow, her body aching from its many injuries. The rogue closed her eyes, summoning the healing magic that would allow her to pursue Isolde's captors. Isolde jerked awake, her body throbbing with pain and shivering from the cold. She sat up, wrapping her bleeding arms around her torso to keep warm. Isolde's breath wisped across her face in pale clouds, her blue lips quivered violently. "Welcome to my throne room," bade a deep voice from the far side of the dark chamber. Isolde stared in the direction of the voice, spotting a human shape sitting in a large, high- backed chair. The young sorceress staggered to her feet, softly casting Healing upon herself. A few cuts closed, but most of Isolde's wounds remained, only the bleeding had stopped. Isolde tried to heal again, but discovered that her reserve of mana was spent. "I took the liberty of tending your wounds, but unfortunately I had to draw upon your magic as well as my own. Do not worry, you won't need your art here," smiled Leoric, his teeth gleaming like hungry fangs. "Where is Zara?" "Dead most likely. My servant Shadowdrinker was entertaining her," chuckled Leoric. The undead king left his throne, walking to a deathly thin girl suspended upon a cruel metal cross. Isolde gasped in horror, watching as Leoric fondled the girl's limp pussy. He stroked the girl's cunt until she released a stream of her honey into his waiting goblet. Leoric spit into the cup, his black phlegm mixing with the thick cunt juice. He strode towards Isolde, holding the golden cup before him. "No. No!" protested Isolde, crawling away backwards from Leoric. "You'll like it," reassured Leoric, snatching the back of Isolde's head with his left hand, then tilting the girl's face upwards towards the cup. He pressed the edge of the cup against Isolde's mouth, pouring the thick fluid over her lips. Isolde kept her mouth shut until Leoric took both of her cheeks in his hand and squeezed her jaws open. Leoric poured more of the foul drink into Isolde's mouth then pinched her lips together and massaged her throat until she swallowed. The potion burned as it flowed down to Isolde's stomach. Her belly cramped painfully, forcing her to curl up into a ball and clutch her throbbing middle. Leoric returned to his throne, sitting down heavily to watch the young girl writhe helplessly on the floor. Isolde gasped loudly, her face contorted with agony. "Let go. Let the pain wash over you," growled Leoric, his dead eyes smoldering with lust. Isolde fell completely limp, her limbs laying askew upon the cold floor. She panted softly, her stomach a frigid, numb void that spread cold tendrils throughout her prone body. "Come to me," commanded Leoric. Isolde rose unsteadily to her feet, then approached the smiling monarch. "Disrobe." Isolde pulled her red robe over her head, tossing it into the darkness. She pulled her panties over her ankles, dropping them near her feet. Removing her shoes, Isolde walked forward till her knees brushed against Leoric's, her body naked and perfect, with its smooth, pale, blue- white skin and small pert young breasts. "Sit," said Leoric, patting his lap like a kindly father. Isolde straddled Leoric's legs, sitting obediently over the king's crotch. Leoric slid his right hand through Isolde's long black hair, caressing her soft white cheek. Isolde moaned softly, closing her eyes, rubbing her face against Leoric's wizened fingers. Leoric kissed Isolde, his parchment dry mouth savoring Isolde's full wet blue lips. The king wrapped his arms around Isolde's bare hips, devouring the girl's yielding mouth with his. Leoric kissed down Isolde's neck, then ran his course dry black tongue across her soft skinned shoulder blades. Isolde leaned back her head, groaning huskily with pleasure. Leoric grappled with Isolde's small tits, he stroked the warm flesh, tweaking the little nipples until they became erect with arousal. Isolde bit her lower lip, her black hair falling like silk down her bare back. Leoric kissed Isolde again, his tongue sliding into her throat, exploring inside her. Isolde moaned, she pressed her tits against Leoric's body, hugging him tightly with her thin arms. Leoric lowered his mouth to Isolde's left breast. He sucked loudly on her mammary, his tongue lashing against her nipple as his right hand pressed between her thighs, rubbing her sensitive clit. Isolde groaned, she licked her lips, pressing her breast harder against the king's suckling mouth, spreading her thighs apart so her undead lover could fondle her crotch. Leoric moved his mouth from Isolde's left tit to her right breast, biting her nipple until she gasped with ecstatic pain. He increased the strength of his pussy massage, his fingers rubbing Isolde's labia until it quivered with wanton desire. Sweet honey dripped from Isolde's vagina, staining Leoric's agile digits. Leoric removed his hand from Isolde's cunt, placing his fingers in front of the naked girl's lovely face. The couple licked Isolde's cum from the moistened fingers, their tongues touching and caressing, the taste of the girl's honey making them both hornier. Isolde fumbled with Leoric's breech strings, releasing the undead king's cock from its confinement. The naked mage girl slid her hands up and down Leoric's withered shaft, teasing it to hardness. Leoric moaned, fondling Isolde's tits, staring deeply into her lust glazed eyes. Isolde positioned Leoric's cock under her pussy, lowering herself onto the king's pole. Both lovers gasped loudly as Isolde's pussy folded around Leoric's member, clasping tightly against the cock's sides. Isolde placed her hands on Leoric's broad shoulders, pumping her ass up and down, shoving the king's cock deep into her squishy vagina. Leoric grasped Isolde's young firm buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart while he nibbled on her bobbing tits. Isolde groaned with pleasure, tilting her face towards the ceiling, her eyes shut in delight as she humped Leoric's shaft, ramming it into her cold belly. Isolde's cunt slapped against Leoric's lap again and again, the king spanking Isolde's ass until it was cherry red with bruising. Isolde groaned huskily when she orgasmed, her juices flooding down to pool between King Leoric's legs. Leoric grabbed his goblet, gathering Isolde's cum inside. He inhaled the musky beverage appreciatively, adding his own seed to it after his member exploded open inside the panting girl's cunt. Isolde stirred the concoction with a delicate finger, then took a long sip, dribbling the thick syrup down her throat and over her small chin. ************************************ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----