Message-ID: <14495eli$9808181802@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Diablo: Zara's Quest (m/f, consent & nc) (8/?) 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: <1998081704144500.AAA01557@ladder01.news.aol.com> Diablo: Zara's Quest by PJ http://www2.fenetre.co.uk/pyros/pj.htm Chapter 8 Streams of lava boiled across the length of the rough walled cavern. The heat was indescribable, it washed across the harshly lit chamber in hazy waves. A score of naked young girls adorned the floor and walls of the Pit, bound in place with thick iron neck collars attached to chain leashes. Bilefroth sat in his rock-hewn throne, watching over his hellish domain complacently. Two Fallen Ones dragged a girl with shoulder length curly blonde hair up to Bilefroth's throne, shoving her to the floor. Bilefroth leaned down, grabbing the girl's face in one massive claw. He pulled her towards his crotch, letting her admire his long, quivering cock. The girl whimpered weakly before Bilefroth shoved her mouth against his pole. The Overlord hissed with pleasure as the girl's warm mouth slipped over his cock, her lips caressing his pulsing fuckmeat. Loud slopping sounds echoed within the lava-lit cavern, the girl's head bobbing up and down over the demon's member. Bilefroth held the girl's head in both of his claws, growling out the words of a dark spell. Bilefroth orgasmed quickly, shooting his cream into the helpless girl's throat. Bilefroth shouted out the last word of his enchantment, pushing the naked girl away as she swallowed the last dreg of his foul seed. The trembling girl screamed as the Overlord's semen burned inside her belly. She folded into a ball, clutching her knotted stomach, moaning softly in agony. Bilefroth watched in amusement while the shaking girl transformed before him, growing black wings from her back, small horns from her head, and sharp, rending claws from her once delicate hands. The girl uncoiled and rose to her feet, smiling wantonly at her lord. She swept stray blonde hair out of her face, swaying seductively to stand proudly before Bilefroth. "I name you Witchfire, the Unholy. I command you to go to Tristram and destroy the young woman known as Zara," grunted Bilefroth. "I will," bowed the lithe succubus. Zara lay in her bed, her skin beaded with sweat. She stared up at the crossbeams of the cottage ceiling, her lips trembling. Adria climbed up into the small bedroom, sitting at the bedside before wiping Zara's pale forehead with a cool, damp cloth. "I'm so sorry about Isolde," murmured Zara weakly, staring up into Adria's eyes. "It wasn't your fault," smiled Adria, dabbing at Zara's temples. "I looked for her, I really did, but I couldn't find her," moaned Zara, turning her face back towards the ceiling. "You'll be better soon, then I know you will find her," soothed Adria, rising from her seat to give the young rogue time to rest and heal. "I have faith in you." Witchfire entered Ogden's tavern at dusk. She was dressed in a tight leather vest and snug black leather breeches with boots. The few patrons drinking tonight raised their heads to glance at the new arrival, then widened their eyes when they beheld the young woman's overpowering beauty. Witchfire smiled at the patrons, her curved lips promising every pleasure the men could imagine. She swayed over to the bar, where Ogden gaped at his alluring guest. "Excuse me, kind sir. I'm looking for a rogue known as Zara. Do you know where she might be?" smiled Witchfire seductively. "Uh, um, Zara? Oh! She's staying with the witch Adria, at the northeastern edge of town," replied Ogden with a nervous chuckle. "Thank you," breathed Witchfire, blowing Ogden a kiss before leaving the bar. The succubus was blocked at the doorway by a young villager who smiled handsomely at her. "You look as if you've walked far. Would you care to share a flask of wine in a private room upstairs?" asked the boy hopefully. "Why, yes. I would like that," grinned Witchfire expectantly. Witchfire pounced on the young man as soon as he closed and latched the door of the small bedroom. She spun him around to face her, holding him against the closed portal as she kissed him hungrily on the lips, her tongue probing inside his surprised mouth. She slid her hands underneath his shirt, raking her nails softly across his flat chest and stomach. The boy moaned with pleasure, running his hands through her thick golden hair. The lovers kissed for several breathless moments, before Witchfire lowered her face to the boy's belly and licked up his torso. When the succubus was done tasting the boy's flesh, she allowed him to untie her vest and suckle on her enticing breasts. She groaned softly as the boy licked and sucked energetically on her pert nipples. The boy's hands wandered to her taut buttocks, he squeezed them lustfully, rubbing one of his hands between her thighs. Witchfire smiled wickedly while she rubbed her nose and mouth over his head, pressing the boy's face against her jutting tits. The succubus took the boy's arms and twirled him over to the small bed. After the boy fell atop the sheets, Witchfire slowly discarded her open vest then pulled down her breeches. The villager panted with anticipation as he clumsily threw off his own shirt and yanked off his pants. Witchfire climbed atop her lover like a wanton cat, kissing the boy's legs, stomach, and shoulders. The lovers' mouths met again, they embraced desperately, driven by lust. Witchfire dragged her long blonde hair across the boy's face and chest as she positioned her pussy over his rock hard cock. The succubus lowered herself onto the boy's shaft, moaning in bliss as she felt his pole ram up into her vagina. Witchfire held onto the boy's bare shoulders as she humped his tool, her breasts quivering from each of her thrusts. The naked boy grunted in ecstasy, he gazed up at the sweating succubus as if she were a goddess as she shoved her cunt over his cock, her vagina squeezing his shaft in a vice grip. Witchfire pounded down against the boy until she felt his member shivering with approaching orgasm. She bent down to kiss the panting boy, licking his trembling lips before fastening her mouth over his. As the boy climaxed, Witchfire sucked his lifeforce, draining his muscled frame until nothing remained but a wrinkled, dry husk. The succubus withdrew her mouth from the dead boy's, licked her wet red lips, then hopped off the body to retrieve her discarded clothing. Zara finished fastening the Armor of Valor over her torso, taking a moment to rest her aching body. She slid a hand into her pack, withdrawing a precious potion of Healing, popping the lid, and draining the rich contents. New life filled Zara's body, dispelling the weakness that lingered from her last spellcasting. Zara fastened her pack over her shoulders, grabbing her hunter's bow before beginning her descent to the ground level of Adria's cottage. "You should eat something before you go back," suggested Adria, placing a loaf of fresh steaming bread next to a plate of roast beef and vegetables. "Alright," smiled Zara, discarding her pack just as the outer door of the cottage was knocked upon. "Stay back," warned Zara, drawing her falchion before reaching out to unbolt the door. Zara opened the door swiftly, catching Witchfire in the act of knocking a second time. "Oh, hello," smiled Witchfire warmly, offering Zara her right hand in greeting. "Who are you?" asked Zara, taking the young woman's hand hesitantly. "Why, my name is Wanda. I'm a fellow Sister of the Sightless Eye!" "I'm glad to meet one of my sisters so far from home," replied Zara, clasping Wanda's arm with her other hand tightly. "May I come in? I smell something wonderful!" "I was just about to eat something before going to the cursed monastery, have you heard about it?" inquired Zara, escorting the blonde rogue into the cottage. "It was the reason I came here. I was wandering up north when I heard tales of an evil growing near the town of Tristram. I got here as quickly as I could to investigate. When I arrived in Tristram, they mentioned a rogue who had already arrived and cleansed several of the upper catacombs," replied Wanda, sitting next to Zara at the small dinner table, where Adria had already set a plate for her. "With a fellow Sister guarding my back, I believe that my quest will proceed much easier now," remarked Zara. "I'm glad to help," smiled Witchfire, her eyes gleaming brightly. Zara slashed at the bat that swooped down upon her. The glowing falchion in her hand cut effortlessly through the bat's thin hide, splitting it into two dripping halves. More bats dived forward from the darkness, attracted by the light of Zara's blade. Wanda stood slightly ahead and to the left of Zara, hacking at the charging bats with her own ordinary falchion. Zara took the lull in combat to drop her sword and to unsling her hunter's bow. Nocking an arrow, Zara sent the shaft slashing through the air, quickly chasing the first arrow with several more. Bats screeched loudly, their cries reverberating through the wide corridor as they died in the air. Zara maintained her arrow barrage until all of the bats had either perished or flown away in retreat. "Nice shooting," complimented Wanda, sheathing her blade before retrieving her smoldering torch from the floor. "Thanks," grinned Zara, picking up her own bright falchion. "I'd keep a weapon ready, anything can attack in this hellpit." "I will," nodded Wanda, extinguishing her torch to replace it with her own bow. The two girls carefully resumed their advance into the corridor, eyes and Sight searching for any other signs of ambushers. The rogues entered a second, wider hall adorned with spaced pillars of rock and evenly spaced stands with ugly winged statues perched upon them. Zara and Wanda eyed the statues warily, slowly walking past them for the exit on the other side of the chamber. When the rogues had reached halfway across the room, the statues near the entrance began to move, flexing their limbs before flapping clumsily into the air. "Zara! Gargoyles!" warned Wanda, spinning in place to fire her bow at the approaching attackers. Wanda impaled four arrows into one of the gargoyles, knocking him from the air. More gargoyles began flapping to life, filling the room with their gaunt grey hovering forms. Zara slashed out at the closest gargoyle, hacking its head from its shoulders. Wanda slew three more distant monsters with her bow, her arm steady as she loosed shaft after shaft. Zara impaled a second gargoyle in the belly, then cast Charged Bolt, filling the hall with crackling blue lightning. Gargoyles screamed as the lightning tore them to pieces. Suddenly, two gargoyles jumped the girls from behind. Zara was crushed to the floor while Wanda maintained her feet, struggling violently with the creature on her back. Wanda smashed her bow against the gargoyle's gaping face, swatting it from her back. The rogue dropped her shattered bow, drawing her sword just as the wounded gargoyle pounced again. Zara cast Charged Bolt, pressing her crackling hand against her attacker's face. The monster howled before the lightning that charged his body forced him to explode in a cloud of debris. Zara staggered to her feet to watch Wanda slash her opponent's throat, then tear his torso from crotch to neck. Wanda turned to regard Zara as the mortally wounded gargoyle shattered into a pile of rock chips behind her. "Shall we continue?" inquired Wanda courteously, waving her arm in welcome towards the far exit. "Witchfire is coming, I can feel her," rumbled Bilefroth from his place at Leoric's side. "At last," smiled Leoric, cradling his gleaming black bastard sword, Doombringer, in his lap. "Isolde is nearby," whispered Zara, her Sight burning within her mind. "We should hurry, we don't know what foul things Leoric has done to her," urged Witchfire, her falchion clenched in her hand. The succubus followed Zara as the rogue hastily led the way through several empty rooms to a single stone portal. Evil runes adorned the edges of the stone block, declaring the portal as the entrance to King Leoric's tomb. "Be ready," said Zara before she grasped the edge of the door and pulled out with all of her strength. The stone block moved aside easily, revealing a pitch black chamber beyond. Zara drew her falchion, commanding the sword to glow before she proceeded. Witchfire stared at the point on Zara's back where she would shove her blade. The succubus pulled back her sword arm in preparation for striking just as Zara stabbed backwards without looking. Witchfire gaped at the glowing blade lodged in her belly for one moment before she slid off and died. "Did you really think I would be fooled by a succubus? You can't fool the Sight so easily," declared Zara, flicking Witchfire's blood from her blade casually. "I am impressed. Let us see if you can justify your pride," retorted Leoric, rising from his throne while Bilefroth charged from the corner. Zara calmly stretched out her hand, chanting arcane phrases as the Overlord pounded towards her, roaring at the top of his massive lungs. Within a few feet of reaching the rogue, a Wall of Fire exploded to life under Bilefroth. The Overlord screeched in agony, his flabby flesh bubbling under the intense heat. Zara quickly cast a second spell, releasing a long tongue of Lightning into the burning demon's chest. Bilefroth spat black blood, clutching his smoldering chest. The auburn haired rogue readied her hunter's bow, firing a line of arrows into Bilefroth's torso. Bilefroth jerked back with each projectile impact, eventually falling limply onto his wide back as death claimed him. The Wall of Fire died away when Zara stopped feeding it mana. She slung her bow and drew her falchion, the blade pulsing with white light. "Well done, girl, but I'm afraid the game is up," said Leoric, leaping from the darkness with Doombringer upraised. Zara parried the blow, knocked backwards from the force of the King's swing. Leoric chuckled softly as he slashed and stabbed, prodding Zara backward into a corner of the room. "I shall enjoy savoring your sweet pussy," drooled Leoric, taking a brief moment to point at Isolde, who hung limply from an iron cross on the far side of the room. "You'll die for that, bastard," snarled Zara, smacking away Leoric's sword to impale him in the stomach with her falchion. "A point for you," grunted Leoric, pulling Zara's blade out of his body before smashing the flat of Doombringer against her neck. Zara flew across the room, smashing into a wall before landing on the floor in a moaning heap. "You are weak, like all of the living," said Leoric, striding confidently towards the prone rogue. Zara slowly turned her head to watch Leoric, raising her arm unsteadily. She cast Firebolt, the sizzling ball of flame slicing swiftly through the air towards the undead king. Leoric blocked the spell with Doombringer, the small sphere splashing apart against the oily black steel. Leoric knelt down beside Zara, yanking her head back by her hair to kiss her on the mouth. The iron Undead Crown on Leoric's brow glowed with a blood-red light as it drained Zara of her life energy. Zara moaned weakly, her arms growing stiff and unmovable. "What pleasures I shall show you," hissed Leoric, licking Zara's neck, wrapping his strong arms around her slender waist. Zara smashed the heel of her palm against Leoric's forehead, snatching the Undead Crown from his brow as he staggered back. She writhed out of the king's grip, dropping his Crown to the floor before smashing it with her glowing falchion. Leoric roared helplessly, his decayed flesh swiftly crackling to dust and billowing to the floor. He reached towards Zara, his limbs crumbling to a fine black powder. Zara waved her hand in front of her face to keep from breathing in the foul dust, making sure that Leoric was no more before she turned to free Isolde from her bonds. "I can never thank you enough for saving me," said Isolde, wrapped in her favorite blanket while sitting near the fireplace. She held a steaming mug of soup in her hands, gazing thankfully at Zara and Adria, who sat opposite her in matching rocking chairs. "It's nothing that one sister wouldn't do for another," smiled Zara, sipping from a mug of hot chocolate. "I'm just glad to have you both back safe and sound. Hopefully with mad King Leoric destroyed, the evil of the monastery has finally been purged," sighed Adria. "The evil remains," murmured Zara. "I can still feel it with my Sight." "What could still be down there?" asked Isolde fearfully, clutching her blanket around her shivering body. "Lazarus," muttered Adria. "He is just a servant," replied Zara with a shake of her head. "I feel an ancient evil in the bowels of the earth, something dark, something powerful." "I think I'm going to need more spells," observed Isolde with wide, frightened eyes. ******************************* -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----