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Diablo: Zara's Quest by PJ


Chapter 5


    The bleeding goat man turned to flee when the flaming bolt smashed
into his vulnerable back.  The monster roared as he collapsed to the
cavern's floor.  The goat man's surviving comrades raced for the large
cave's exit, heedless of the whirling death dealer that pursued them.
Zara lashed out with her Brutal Falchion, cutting down two more goat
men with a single graceful slash.  Rotfeast stood by the cavern exit,
watching in amazement as the nubile young rogue slew one goat man
after another.  Zara cast Firebolt twice in quick succession, catching
two advancing goat men in the chest.  Perspiration glimmered on Zara's
pale brow, the demand for spell Mana straining her body.  


    "The fucking bitch is crazy," muttered Rotfeast while Zara impaled
a goat man with her razor-sharp sword.  Only three goat men remained,
they spun to face their clan's butcher, falchions at the ready.  Zara
smiled with anticipation, wielding her Brutal Falchion with both
hands.  The goat men charged as one, screaming in their harsh
language.  Zara dived under their wild swings, stabbing one monster in
the stomach.  The goat man clasped his gushing belly before falling,
his two companions hacking after Zara, creating sparks when their
blades impacted against the cavern floor.  Zara cast Firebolt again,
catching one of the goat men in the face.  The monster screamed as his
flesh melted off of his skull.  The last goat man growled, circling
Zara warily, drool escaping from his trembling snout.  The two
opponents slapped blades together, testing each other's reflexes.  The
goat man attacked, slashing swiftly at the young woman.   Zara parried
each attack, backing up towards the slowly surging underground river.
When she had reached the water's edge, Zara cut deeply into the goat
man's left knee, then dove behind him.  Before the lumbering monster
could turn, Zara stabbed him in the back, severing his spine.

The goat man flailed helplessly, then fell into the thick, black
water.  The monster's body disappeared quickly into the polluted
river's depths.  Zara panted softly for breath, approaching the ugly
iron pumping device that spat unmentionable filth into Tristram's
water supply.  Zara raised her sword, bringing it down with a
two-handed swing that severed the main pipe of the device.   Filth
spewed out into the air as Zara smashed the device with several more
sword blows, her magical blade hacking quite effectively into the iron
piping.


    "The Master will be angry," predicted Rotfeast before he faded
into the darkness of the passage behind him.



    "Congratulations to the powerful rogue who cleansed our water
wells!" smiled Pepin, a mug of wine held up in his hand.  Griswold,
Ogden, and Gillian raised their own mugs as well.  Zara smiled with
embarrassment, unaccustomed to praise.  She sipped the sweet red wine
in her cup, happy to be bathed and dressed in a clean tunic and
breeches.


    "Is the evil finally purged from the monastery?" asked Ogden.


    "I don't think so.  I could still sense a great darkness in the
bowels of the catacombs.  I also heard mention of a Master when I was
captured by Gharbad and his goat men."


    "You don't think.." murmured Griswold.


    "Leoric," nodded Ogden gravely.


    "Your town elder, Cain, mentioned Leoric when I first came to
town.  He said that the King was dead."


    "There is a rumor that Leoric rose from the dead, that he commands
an army of undead deep below the monastery.  You have not encountered
him yet?"


    "No.  I've fought undead, but the only leader I fought was a
zombie named Rotfeast."


    "Then Leoric must be the Master that Gharbad referred to.  You
must slay the King again before he unleashes his undead upon us."


    "Let me rest first, I'm tired of fighting and getting raped every
time I go down there."


    "But Tristram!" exclaimed Ogden.


    "Let her have a short rest," said Gillian, laying a restraining
hand on Ogden.  "She deserves some time to gather her strength back."


    "My thanks," replied Zara with a wan smile, draining her cup, then
rising to bid her companions good night.


    "Come see me before you leave for the monastery again," advised
Griswold.   "I might have something useful for you."


    "I will," promised Zara before she left the nearly empty tavern.



    "Could I stay here for a few days?" asked Zara from Adria's
doorway.


    "Well, it might be a tight fit, since my grand-daughter has
returned from her studies in the East.  If you are willing to share
cramped quarters, I have no objection."


    "Thank you, Mistress," nodded Zara, hefting her backpack onto her
left shoulder.  She entered the warm living area of Adria's cottage,
with its crackling fire and shelves cluttered with herbs, jars of
ointment and potions.  A young girl with shining black hair that hung
to her small, taut buttocks watched Zara from the dinner table.


    "Isolde and I were about to have dinner, would you like to join
us?"


    "Yes, please," replied Zara, dropping her pack near a rocking
chair close to the fireplace.


    Isolde smiled politely, placing a plate for Zara on the polished
wooden table.


    

    "I hope you like rabbit stew, bread, and mead," said Adria as she
sat down.  "I cooked it especially for Isolde, since this is her first
night back from school."


    "What order are you learning from?" inquired Zara, sniffing the
steaming stew appreciatively.


    "The Vizjerei," answered Isolde between mouthfuls of fresh bread.


    "Impressive."


    "She has a great aptitude for magic.  She'll outstrip me one day,"
said Adria proudly.


    "Grandmother," muttered Isolde with a deep blush.


    Zara and Adria laughed before attacking their meal with
enthusiasm.  After dinner, Zara and Adria sat in chairs near the fire,
Isolde sitting cross-legged between them.


    "Leoric, I feared he might rise.  There are fell magics buried in
the catacombs, I can feel their seething evil even from here."


    "Me too," shuddered Isolde, wrapping her arms around her chest.


    "I know I have to fight him and his undead servants, I just wanted
a moment of peace before I descended into Hell again."


    "After what those foul creatures did to you, you have no need to
offer explanations," replied Adria sympathetically.  "Take all the
time you need."


    "Perhaps I could accompany Zara?" suggested Isolde.  "I know a
spell that is very effective against undead."


    "You're too young, Isolde," retorted Adria quickly.


    "Grandmother!  I want to see Leoric's evil destroyed just as much
as you, more!  The creatures spawned from his madness killed my
parents!" 


    "I know, child.  I just don't want you to be killed for the sake
of revenge.  You have so much promise."


    "Which will amount to nothing if my home is destroyed and Leoric's
evil is allowed to break free into the kingdom!  Please let me help
Zara!"


    "I will think about it," agreed Adria reluctantly.


    "I'm going to bed," said Zara, her eyelids heavy with fatigue.
"Where may I sleep?"


    "Isolde's room, if that is agreeable with her."


    "Yes!  We'll be sisters!" grinned Isolde.


    "Thank you, little sister," smiled Zara as she followed the young
girl to the cottage's attic.



King Leoric sat heavily in a decrepit high-backed chair that now
served as his throne.  The undead king's crypt was completely dark, no
torch or magical light shone within it.  A soft scuffling sound drew
Leoric's attention to his left, to the corner where a naked girl hung
upon a large iron cross, her arms and legs bound to the cold metal
with tight iron manacles.  Three other crosses sat in the other three
corners of the square-shaped crypt, each adorned with a rotting human
corpse.  In the center of the chamber sat Leoric's open crypt, the
stone container smoking with corruption.


The double doors leading into the crypt grated open loudly, allowing
Rotfeast to enter.  The lanky zombie stumbled quickly forward to stand
before his undead master.


"The rogue bitch that slew Gharbad has destroyed the pumping system,
Tristram's water supply has been restored."


"You allowed this to happen?" replied Leoric, his glowing green eyes
downcast, his chin resting upon a gloved right fist.


"She was mad with bloodlust!  She slaughtered an entire squad of the
Flesh Clan!"


"You wield a Falchion of Illness, a weapon that I gave you.  Are you
saying that my gift is inadequate?"


"No, Master!  But she wields magic and has an enchanted blade of her
own."


"You are a worm, Rotfeast," growled Leoric before he shot up from his
chair and wrapped his right hand around Rotfeast's throat, dangling
him in the air.


"Master!  Please!" begged Rotfeast pathetically.


"You will take a squad of my best skeleton warriors and find this
rogue girl on the surface.  You will capture her and bring her to me!"


"Would it not be better to simply slay her?" choked Rotfeast.


"I wish to examine this girl who has done so much harm to my minions.
Also, our Dark Lord is becoming aware of her, he may wish to take her
for himself."


"I will find her at once!" promised Rotfeast.


"See that you do," warned Leoric, releasing the zombie with a flick of
his hand.  Rotfeast tumbled to the floor in a heap of limbs.  He bowed
respectfully to the undead king, backing out of the black chamber to
perform his assignment.

Leoric watched the zombie go before walking towards his pulsing crypt.
He slowly climbed inside, relishing the feel of the evil magic flowing
across his rotting body.  Leoric grabbed the lid of the tomb, sliding
it shut so that he could absorb all of the dark power boiling within.



Zara slashed down with her falchion, slamming the weapon against
Isolde's short staff.  Isolde deflected the blow, counter-attacking
with a swing to Zara's stomach.  Zara hopped out of range, circling
the mage girl cautiously.


"The Vizjerei taught you well," smiled Zara, tapping Isolde's staff
with a quick jab from her sword.


"You're pretty quick too," retorted Isolde, swinging twice more at
Zara, each blow parried instantly by the rogue.


The two young women dueled for another half hour, until they were both
gasping for breath and sweating heavily.  Each fighter had collected a
few bruises on arms and legs, but neither had won a clear advantage.


"I guess you'll be alright in the catacombs," nodded Zara, bowing to
her opponent to end the match.


"I'll do my best to watch your back," promised Isolde gravely.


"Let's go wash before lunch," suggested Zara, grabbing a towel from
the ground to wipe her dripping face.


The girls walked to a small pool that was fed from the main river.
They discarded their sweat-soaked shifts, diving gratefully into the
cool water.   After swimming a bit to loosen sore muscles, the girls
sat near the edge of the pool, taking bars of soap to wash each
other's bodies.



"You seem accustomed to bathing with others.  You adapted well to life
in the East," remarked Zara.


"I got used to it, I can't say I'm completely comfortable with it,"
admitted Isolde with a weak laugh.


"I bathed with my battle sisters since I was born.  We were all very
close," said Zara, sliding her bar of soap across Isolde's smooth
back, lathering the warm, pink flesh.


"Yes, I've heard stories about the Sisters of the Sightless Eye,"
blushed Isolde.


Zara arched an eyebrow, then giggled, "Some of them were true too."


Isolde blushed even deeper then, lowering her eyes to the surface of
the clear blue pool.  Zara splashed water over Isolde's back, rinsing
the soap from her white skin.


"Let's get back," said Zara.


After lunch, Isolde went to her room to study while Adria began
teaching Zara another spell from one of her spellbooks.


"This is another relatively simple spell.  It is called Charged Bolt.
Since it is such a nice day today, let's practice it outside."


Zara followed the tall witch outside to a clear area just behind the
cottage.   The two women read over the spell together, then Zara moved
a short distance away to cast it.  Closing her eyes briefly to clear
her thoughts, Zara stretched out her right hand, reciting the words of
the invocation.  Sparkling tongues of blue lightning coiled around
Zara's hand, then burst outwards when the girl finished speaking.
Lightning slithered across the clearing, spitting and crackling until
it faded into empty air a short distance away.


"Very good.  Do it again," ordered Adria, arms crossed together.



Zara practiced her magic all afternoon, until Adria was satisfied and
allowed her to break.  Drained from the constant spell casting, Zara
consumed a mug of water inside the cool interior of the cottage,
changed into her brown tunic and breeches, belted on her sword, and
left the cottage for town.  The sun was just beginning to set when
Zara reached Griswold's smithy.


"Ah, Mistress Zara!  I'm glad you came to visit!" smiled the burly
smith.


"How could I not?  Your merchandise is keeping me alive," replied Zara
with a mischievous grin.


"I have a new falchion for you.  It may be useful in Leoric's unholy
crypt," said Griswold, slowly unsheathing a polished blade from its
leather sheath.


"Zara," said Griswold loudly.


The falchion flared with a bright white light, then lowered to a
steady glow, illuminating the entire smithy.


"It's a Falchion of Radiance.  Do you like it?"


"Yes, this will be extremely useful!"


Zara unsheathed her Brutal Falchion, exchanging it for the glowing
blade.  As she slid the sword into her sheath, the white light faded
from the weapon's metal.


"Zara is the command word, you must say it before the sword will
glow," advised Griswold.


"I'm grateful for your work," nodded Zara.


"I've also fashioned a suit of studded leather to replace your old
armor."


Griswold held up the tunic piece of the suit for Zara's inspection.


"Excellent craftsmanship!  I will wear it with pride."


"You can have it in exchange for your old suit and a bag of gold,"
offered the smith.


"Here," replied Zara, placing two small bags of gold onto one of
Griswold's work tables.  "You've earned it."


"Thank you, Mistress," bowed Griswold.


Zara claimed the armor, promising to have Adria bring her old suit by
the shop the next day.  The rogue left the smithy, nearly bumping into
a waiting Pepin.


"Excuse me, Mistress Zara!  I only need a moment of your time!"


"I'm glad that you're here.  I'll need two potions of Mana before I
leave."


"You shall have them, but I wanted to give you this," replied Pepin,
offering Zara a plain silver ring in his right hand.


"What is it?" asked Zara, picking up the ring and examining it.


"It is called the Ring of Truth, it will protect you from physical
harm in a limited fashion, increase your resistance to magic, and
enhance your bodily attributes.  I have been holding it until the
right heroine came to save us from mad King Leoric's evil."


"Many thanks," murmured Zara as she slid the silver ring onto a finger
of her right hand.


"I will bring the potions you requested before nightfall.  Let me know
if there is anything else I can provide for you."


"Thank you, Pepin," smiled Zara gratefully.


The aging healer bowed in farewell, returning to his small shop.  Zara
admired the shining ring on her hand, resuming her walk back to
Adria's cottage.





After dinner and some time reviewing her new spell, Zara prepared for
bed.   She discarded her tunic and breeches for a clean shift, then
crawled into bed with Isolde, who already lay within.  Zara curled up,
facing the wall of the small bedroom, closing her eyes wearily.


"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" asked Isolde softly.


"A little," admitted Zara.


"Was it bad when those monsters..raped you?" murmured the mage girl.


"Yes, but with you fighting beside me that won't happen again."


"I won't let you down."


"I know.  Get some sleep, you'll need your strength tomorrow."


Zara felt a small hand brush against her left shoulder.


"I've never been with anyone.  I want you to make love to me."


Zara opened her eyes, rolling in bed to face a trembling Isolde.


"You shouldn't have sex with someone out of fear.  Wait until you meet
the right person."


"I might not live until then, I want to experience sex now."


"Isolde..,"


Isolde drew close, kissing Zara softly on the lips.  Zara brushed the
girl's thick black hair, smelling her clean, young scent.


"Love me," begged Isolde, wrapping her thin arms around Zara's waist.
The two girls kissed again, longer and more urgently.  Zara kissed
along Isolde's graceful neck, rubbing her nose against the girl's
smooth skin.  Isolde fondled Zara's breasts through her thin shift,
squeezing the firm mounds.  Zara rolled on top of Isolde, pulling off
the girl's shift, then bending down to suck on her pert nipples.
Isolde moaned softly, biting her lower lip.  Zara shifted from one tit
to another, licking Isolde's delicate nipples, making them harden with
desire.  She sucked on Isolde's hot flesh, made it glisten with saliva
from her wanton mouth.  Isolde arched her back, thrusting her breasts
against Zara's beautiful face.  The naked girl slid her hands into
Zara's thick auburn hair, tangled her fingers in the warm curls.  Zara
stopped sucking on Isolde's breasts long enough to kiss the girl
again, their mouths desperate for each other, their tongues entwining
wetly.  Zara massaged Isolde's tits as they kissed, her hands kneading
the pliant flesh.  Zara licked down the valley of Isolde's cleavage,
then slid her mouth across the girl's flat belly to her batch of dark
pubic hair.


"Feels..so good," panted Isolde, her lips trembling with excitement.


Zara moaned in reply, nuzzling Isolde's cunt hair with her nose.  She
inhaled the girl's musky scent before gently licking her pussy with an
eager tongue.   Isolde gasped in shock, the folds of her labia
quivering in response.  Zara repeatedly licked up Isolde's slit,
making the girl wet with arousal.  Isolde grasped Zara's head with
both hands, pressing her lover's face against her throbbing cunt.
Zara inserted her tongue into Isolde's pussy, teasing the girl's
tender vagina until it was gleaming with her juices.


"Suck..harder," demanded Isolde, her bare breasts heaving.


Zara buried her mouth in Isolde's cunt, sucking so loudly the sound
filled the tiny room.  Isolde groaned loudly, her mouth gaped open as
her pussy burned with molten fire.  Zara pried the lips of Isolde's
cunt open, rubbing up and down while sucking on the moaning girl's
engorged clit.  Isolde's hips shook before she orgasmed, her thick
honey spurting out onto the white sheets of the bed.  Zara lapped up
Isolde's cum, her tongue sliding over her lover's pussy.


"Your turn," smiled Isolde wantonly, sitting up to kiss Zara
passionately on the mouth.  The young brunette lowered her mouth to
Zara's left breast, sucking delicately on the brown nipple.  Zara
smiled with pleasure, running her hands over Isolde's bare back.
Isolde nibbled on Zara's right tit, her right hand lowering to Zara's
wet crotch.  She rubbed Zara's warm cunt, sliding a finger between
engorged labia petals.  Zara moaned, pressing her face into Isolde's
dark hair.  Isolde held Zara's right breast, licking the nipple over
and over while fondling the rogue girl's moist slit.  The naked girls
kissed again, before Isolde lay back down upon the soft mattress.
Zara straddled Isolde's face, lowering her pussy onto the girl's eager
mouth.  Isolde thrust her tongue into Zara's pussy, penetrating deep
into the naked girl's vagina.  Zara held tightly to the headboard of
the bed, thrusting her hips forward, grinding her cunt against
Isolde's sucking mouth.  Zara panted heavily, her tits bobbing from
her erotic gyrations.


"Cumming..cumming," moaned Zara, her pussy exploding in a flood of
cunt honey.

Isolde drank all of her lover's fluids, her small throat working to
take it all in.  Zara held onto the headboard desperately, her thighs
burning with fatigue.  She moved off of Isolde's wet face, reclining
next to her in bed.   The two girls kissed, their hands roving over
each other's bodies until a loud pounding interrupted their revelry.



"Zara!  Isolde!  Skeletons are approaching!"
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