[Diablo 3 - Guardians of Sanctuary]
Damn. 1,234 words (unintentional pausing point) written over the last two hours for this chapter of Guardians of Sanctuary. I wound up writing this chapter from Lyndon's point of view, and my Muse really seemed to like the concept. Here are a few paragraphs. Also. Let me know if you want me to expand... >.> Note. Mild sexual activity at the end.
When she nodded, he lowered his bow and did a somersault off the top of the broken pillar to land behind her. As he passed over her, he heard her delighted gasp, followed by her squeal as he landed. He turned around, only to gasp in shock himself as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. “What was that for?” Lyndon asked when she pulled back.
“You just make me so happy, is all.” As he stared at her, he pondered how special (in the bad way) she was. Which, strangely enough, made her special to him in the good way. The fact that she was not like normal women was one of the reasons he loved her.
Her mother had been of higher station than both she and her father. Not high enough to warrant being called nobility, but high enough that they didn’t have to live in squalor as he had. But that hadn’t given her an air of arrogance or superiority. Then again, that could be partially because she never knew that life, for her mother had abandoned them…Actually, to be honest, he didn’t know when Kefka had left. Only that she had gone early in Wildfyre’s childhood.
It had only been three months after that that Wildfyre’s father had changed his Class from Paladin to Wizard, even going so far as to transition from Lord James to Lady Xavier, to protect him and Wildfyre from Baal’s minions. As such, most of what Wildfyre knew was life on their farm. She…Didn’t quite hate it, as it was more than what many people had. But at the same time, she wanted better. Not for herself, but for her father and her animals. Despite growing up in poverty, she didn’t see herself as inferior or unworthy. Well, she did see herself as unworthy, but it wasn’t because of where she’d come from.
She treated everyone, no matter their station, with respect and courtesy. Even when they proved themselves to be undeserving, because that was just the type of person she was. Everyone was her friend, even when they shouldn’t be, because she couldn’t stomach the idea of hurting someone, intentionally or not. This was why he and Eirena tended to speak to Covetous or Miriam for her, so she wouldn’t have to be placed in the situation where she could say something she meant, but didn’t mean to say. Which was also why everyone had been so surprised when she stood her ground to Kormac.
He hadn’t realized he’d been staring at her until she spoke his name, and, with a start, he blinked. There was concern in her eyes, which grew into worry at his silence. Eventually, she spoke the question he knew she was going to ask. If she had done something wrong. And still, he couldn’t respond. Not even to shake his head. Instead, he crossed the distance between them and kissed her deeply and passionately.
The tension in her body vanished immediately, and she became pliant in his arms. He backed her into a whole pillar within the Waypoint’s boundaries, where he began to touch her desperately, feeling himself ache at every moan she made. Not long after he’d backed her against the pillar, though, she pulled away. “Aren’t we supposed to be waiting—”
“To hell with waiting,” Lyndon spoke before he returned to kissing her.
Five minutes later, he watched her as she let out a final whimper, and then went still on him, panting heavily. He then bit down gently on her neck as his own release finished. After one last thrust and moan of his own, he withdrew from her and used the bottom of his shirt to clean himself off. As he did so, Wildfyre was pulling her underwear back up, and questioned why he’d done that, adding that she hadn’t minded.
“Oh, I know you didn’t mind. Besides, I don’t need more of a reason except for the fact that,” Lyndon caressed her left cheek before placing his mouth by her right ear, so he could whisper. “I love you.” He felt her melt from those words and the heat from his mouth, but before she could initiate another round, he pulled back.
