The Barbarian's Bloodstained Journey in Diablo III

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-------------------------------------------------------- 　　 New Tristram 　　 1. Lya and My Sister My name is Kael'thas, and I am a barbarian from Mount Arreat. 　　 I entered New Tristram as the sun was setting. Before that, I had protected a group of refugees on their journey to Caldidi
. 　　After parting ways with the refugees, I set off alone on the road to the Starfall Lands. My 　　only companions along the way were battle and my "sister." 　　 I casually slashed down a few zombies besieging the gate and entered New Tristram. The captain of the guards told me that 　　a meteor had fallen in the cathedral, and Lya was the one who witnessed it. If I wanted to know more about the meteor, I could 　　find her at the Cow-Slaughtering Inn. I put away my weapons and headed to the town square. Calling it a square was a bit of a stretch; for this 　　refuge that had survived the chaos of war, it was merely an empty flat surface. The commoners on the street looked at me with caution and 　　fear, carefully observing this outsider. I was quite tired from the journey, so I figured I should 　　rest at the inn. Walking to the middle of the square, I saw the Butcher's Inn 　　. Its weathered signboard, like a refugee in a chaotic world, seemed on the verge of collapse. I pushed open the door and went inside, ready to have a good drink. Then I'd look for Leah. I ordered a large glass of wine and 　　sat alone in a corner, observing the place. People were drinking and talking about meteorites and the resurrection of the dead. Nearby 　　, several wounded people were groaning, being cared for by a beautiful girl. She looked about 　　seventeen or eighteen, her perfect figure accentuated by leather pants and a red top. Her face was oval, fair with a rosy glow, and her short hair 　　was tied with a yellow ribbon. Her features were exquisite, but her once beautiful eyes were now red from crying. Seeing 　　her reminded me of my sister. Although I'm now a middle-aged woman with white hair and beard, my sister is the same age 　　and just as beautiful, but much more robust. I downed the wine in my cup in one gulp, went 　　over to her, and said, "My name is Kyle, from Arreat. I came here to search for the meteor. The captain of the guard told me you 　　survived where the meteor fell..." 　　 Before I could finish, a commotion erupted nearby. 　　 "Ah! The wounded have turned into monsters! Run!" 　　 The wounded who had been on the ground were now contorted with grotesque expressions, their eyes bloodshot, attacking the nearby 　　villagers like madmen. Green liquid seeped from their bodies. I raised my hand and knocked away a monster that charged at me 　　, crashing into another monster behind me in mid-air. The immense force sent both monsters slamming into the wall, their bones 　　and internal organs shattered by the impact. They were beyond saving. Several more monsters charged at me. I drew 　　my weapon and cleaved them in two with a single blow. 　　 "Are you alright? How could this happen?" 　　 Hearing my words, Leah finally recovered from her shock. "Ah," she said, "I'm alright. They were just ordinary 　　people. Why did this happen? It all started with the meteorite. Uncle Kane and I were searching for 　　information about the prophecy in the cathedral when the meteorite struck. I managed to escape, but Uncle Kane disappeared. 　　I was going to go back to town to find someone to rescue him, but the dead nearby seem to have come back to life. They've turned into monsters 　　and are attacking the town. More and more people are getting injured. We can't continue like this, or we'll all die. You're 　　from Arreat. I heard from my uncle that you barbarians are all brave warriors. Please, please save us here." 　　Her voice trembled. 　　 "Don't worry! I'll send them all back to their graves and save this place!" " 　　 Thank you. You should talk to the captain of the guard; he knows what to do. After we've dealt with these things, we 　　can go find the meteorite." She finished speaking and stared at me with swollen eyes, as if I were her only support. 　　 I rushed to the town gate, where guards were fending off a new wave of monster attacks. I immediately joined the battle 　　. In an instant, several monsters fell to my axe. 　　 "Quick, help! Kill that demon mother! She'll give birth to monsters!" a guard shouted. Just as he finished speaking, 　　a tiny, baby-like monster pounced on his face, opening its disproportionately large mouth to bite. 　　I rushed over and smashed the little monster to pieces with a single punch, but it was too late. The young guard had already had 　　most of his face devoured, blood gushing from his throat. 　　 "Damn it!" I yelled, leaping to the demon mother's side and cleaving her in two with a powerful blow. 　　Nearby monsters swarmed around, but I cleared them all out in just two rounds, though I sustained 　　some minor wounds. 　　 "Those monsters must be the demon mother's offspring. They should be lurking in the nearby ruins. Please kill them 　　, or we're all doomed!" the guard captain said breathlessly. 　　 I didn't answer. The battle I'd just fought had ignited a fire of rage within me. I ran quickly along the main road, 　　trying to find a monster to quell my fury. I slaughtered various small monsters along the way. After about half an hour 　　, I was deep in the ruins, but the monsters continued to swarm. I still hadn't found the Demon Mother. 　　 "Ah!" It was a low, rotting voice, a voice that had haunted me for so long. 　　It was my "sister's" voice. I thought I had gotten rid of her, but she had followed me. I looked 　　towards the sound, and not far to my right and behind, those disgusting monsters were surrounding my "sister," even though 　　she was now just like them. My axe flew out, knocking away a group of enemies in front of me. I saw 　　what was happening inside: a slightly larger zombie was on top of my "sister," his mangled 　　penis thrusting into her lower body. Her lower body was a dark 　　hole, revealing bits of bone, with no flesh visible. My "sister's" limbs were stiff and struggling; perhaps 　　because she had no tongue, her cries were muffled and low. Monsters around us were tearing at my sister's body, 　　as if it could be ripped apart at any moment. Seeing this, my eyes turned bloodshot, my rage uncontrollable. 　　 "Bul-Kathos, grant me power!" The power of rage surged through my body; my hair and beard stood on end, my face 　　contorted in a grotesque grimace, my muscles bulged, and I grew larger. I charged at the monsters, brandishing my furious axe...

My furious fists pounded, each strike a vent of my rage, each blow shattering them to pieces. The enormous monster
saw me, stood up, and gripped my "sister's" neck with both hands, staring at me with a hollow expression—I knew
it was mockery. But it was too late. With a burst of strength, it tore my "sister"
in two, tossing her head to the ground before delivering a heavy kick. My mind was blank; rage
completely consumed me. I don't know how I calmed down. When I regained my senses, the surroundings were a scene of filth
and blood, imps, zombies, and the Demon Mother—the monsters' broken bodies and their foul blood mingled
together, a veritable hell on earth. My heart was filled with sorrow, for my sister, and for myself.
I found a stream to wash away the blood, returned to New Tristram along the continent,
exchanged a few brief words with the militia captain, and went to the Bullslayer Inn to rest. Lying in bed, my mind was filled
with images of my sister.
2. My sister's memories: Though I come from Arreat, I am different from the Great Barbarians. I don't know
who my parents are. Although I am a member of the Stag Clan, I live with my sister on the plains below the mountains, far
from the clan. The clan rejects me because my parents are too mysterious. The clan doesn't contact them,
and they don't communicate with outsiders. They often go out, sometimes only returning once every ten years or so. The last time they returned, they brought
my sister back. Now I am the last of the Stag Clan. I am a coward.
"Kyle Odwellie. Traitor. Traitor!" Fassane pressed her thin, trembling fingers against
my chest. Her eyes were black pits, the cornflower blue pupils I remembered
replaced by deep shadows. A few remaining golden braids hung haphazardly from either side of her head, one of them tangled with
the weight of the earth, tearing the skin open. He watched as yellow flesh split open, dripping decaying tissue and hair,
making a wet, throbbing sound on the ground. Her slender limbs creaked in the wind, the shape of her knuckles
protruding from her damp, decaying skin. This was the last time I saw her.
Like most barbarians, I was born to protect Mount Arreat; we were trained
as warriors from childhood. We were brave and tenacious, the strongest warriors, as I thought. It was when
Baal, the Lord of Destruction, besieged Mount Arreat that we were summoned to Hagaroth as the last line of
defense. Yet, faced with Baal's overwhelming demonic army, I hesitated. Fear gripped my heart;
I didn't know why I was so terrified. I began to flee, without even going to fetch Fa'shan, my sister.
Baal destroyed our home and corrupted the Worldstone. Then Tyrael destroyed the Worldstone. Though
I was thousands of miles away, I felt a power awakening within me. I returned to Mount Arreat
, now shattered beyond recognition. Hagaros was reduced to ruins, and
I was the only one left of the entire Stag Clan. I found my sister's body among the ruins of our house and buried her beneath the granite of Arreat
. I hated myself for failing to save her.
My sister. Ah, my sister.
It was over 30 years ago when my parents returned home from their travels. That was the first time I saw my sister
; she was only a few years old, just learning to walk, so adorable. My parents only stayed a few weeks before leaving her
behind and setting off again. No one knows where they are now.
I watched my sister grow up. At first, she could only hug my legs, then she could hug my waist
, and later, when she could hug my arms, she had grown into a full-figured young woman. She had
deep-set features, bright eyes and white teeth, a full bust, a firm bottom, and a slender waist—at least among barbarians
. My sister was different from other female barbarians; her skin was exceptionally smooth, and her wheat-colored complexion looked very
healthy. My sister often clung to my arm as we strolled together, her two
soft, fleshy mounds of breasts gripping my arm tightly . Because I lived far from the hustle and bustle, I rarely interacted with other women, but I was an adult,
and I needed to release my sexual desires. Sometimes I would think of my sister and masturbate, feeling a deep sense of guilt afterward
, even afraid to look at her.
Our relationship deepened after she turned 18. It was early autumn, and the weather at the foot of Mount Arreat
was already cold; the river would even freeze at night. During the day, I often swam in the river;
the near-freezing water felt wonderful. That day, while I was swimming, my sister came to the riverbank to wash her
summer clothes and put them away. I watched her from the middle, intentionally or unintentionally displaying my
masculine charm in the river, though I had no fantasies, just wanting to release my pent-up emotions.
"Look at you, you do nothing all day, I do all the housework, how can you be so lazy?" she said, grabbing
a small pebble and throwing it at me. The pebble, with no real force, arced through the air before falling into the lake.
"You don't need to work so hard all day. Life is about enjoying yourself." I swam to the shore and suddenly splashed
water on my sister.
"Oh! You're bullying me!" she said, throwing her clothes into the water. "See what you'll wear next year." Then she
walked towards me, ready to retaliate. I quickly pulled my sister into the water, and she sank rapidly. Then I felt my bottom
slip, and my sister grabbed my feet and pulled hard, causing me to fall in the water. My sister and I twisted and
embraced each other underwater. My soaked clothes made me feel my sister's exquisite curves, and I suddenly got an erection. Gradually,
my sister must have felt it too, but she didn't resist, letting our bodies intertwine. We floated to
the surface, and my sister glanced at me and said, "You're just as dishonest as him!" She lightly slapped my already
erect penis, then quickly swam to the shore to gather her clothes. Watching my sister's departing figure
, a slight sense of loss welled up inside me. My lower body remained burning hot, a heat that even the icy river water couldn't cool. That afternoon, my sister and I
began our usual "battle training." I tried to avoid physical contact to avoid embarrassment, but my sister, while smiling,
would intentionally or unintentionally touch my body. The entire afternoon was consumed by lust. I don't have a girlfriend, and I didn't know
what to do.
Perhaps it was the lower nighttime temperature, but lying in bed, I calmed down a bit. Just as I was about to...
In my dream, the door opened, and I heard my sister come in. I pretended to be asleep, and she slowly came to my bedside,
then hugged me from behind.
"Brother! Do you know? You are the only man in my life." After she finished speaking, I felt
two hot mounds of flesh pressing against my back, and my sister's breath hit my back. I turned over and hugged her back.
"You won't regret it?" I asked softly. My sister didn't say anything, just stared at me, then suddenly tilted her head back and kissed me
. It was my first kiss, and my sister's tongue entered my mouth. We kissed passionately. At this
moment, my penis was fully erect. I took off my clothes while kissing my sister, and
only when I was shirtless did my sister's mouth separate from mine. Then my sister quickly took off her robe, and I realized she wasn't
wearing anything underneath. Her beautiful body was right in front of me, her graceful lines even more alluring in the dim light. Due to long-
term training, she had no excess fat; how to describe it? Probably a strong, voluptuous body. Her
breasts were erect, the nipples slightly red and perky. I immediately kissed her. My sister didn't stop me; her
hands guided my left hand to her secret forest. She was already a little wet down there. I moved away from her breasts, my hands impatiently
pulling down my pants. My thick penis sprang out of my pants. My sister stared at my penis, somewhat
stunned.
"Do you like it?"
"So big, so thick!" Once, when I went to the market to buy vegetables, a man from a giant bear tribe tried to
seduce me, but I defeated him. During the fight, I saw their penises, and they were quite different from yours
! "!" My sister said, gently stroking my penis with both hands. I couldn't believe this was happening before my eyes.
Suddenly, I thrust forward, and my huge penis moved slightly in my sister's hands, poking directly into her face.
"Ugh, you always bully me! Be careful, I'll bite it off!" Afraid my sister would actually do it, I quickly pulled back
. My sister smiled and held my penis in her hands again.
"Does it feel good?" My sister's hands continued to stroke it. I felt so good I could
n't speak; it was definitely different from what I usually experience. My sister suddenly stopped, spreading her legs, her beautiful little pussy right in front of me.
"Come on! Give it to me!" Hearing this, I became even more excited, holding my sister's slender waist with both hands, slowly
trying to enter. Because my penis was so huge, it only went in halfway.
"Take it slow, brother!" My sister moved slightly in response. Entering a woman's body for the first time, especially her
body, gave me immense pleasure. It was so wet inside, and being a virgin, she was incredibly tight. I
didn't dare move at all.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, a little worried.
"It's okay, brother, don't worry. I broke it once during combat training." Hearing my sister's words
reassured me, and I began to slowly thrust in and out. Even such gentle thrusting brought me immense pleasure.
"Ah!" My sister suddenly groaned, a sound filled with irresistible allure, and my heart melted instantly.
I began to slightly increase my speed, and the moisture in my sister's vagina increased.
"Ah!" "Ah!"... My sister's moans grew more and more rapid! I worked even harder, my hands
constantly stroking her breasts, stimulating her nipples. "Ah!"... Ah!"... Ah!"
Accompanied by my thrusts, my sister began to moan rhythmically. I began to prepare for a full-scale assault. After a few normal thrusts
, I thrust my hips forward, and my penis went all the way into my sister's body.
"Ah! I'm going to die, I feel so full! Don't pull it out!"
"Hurry up, move again!"
"I can't take it anymore!" My sister was clearly incoherent. I pulled out my penis, and my sister seemed
not to have recovered yet. I hugged her and made her kneel on the bed with her back to me. I thrust my penis in from behind. This time, although
there was some resistance, I could go in completely.
"Hurry up, do it again! Fuck me! Brother, hurry up!" Every word my sister shouted went straight to my heart.
I started thrusting, and my sister twisted her waist in response. My sister's vagina became increasingly wet. I felt that my lower body and my sister's
lower body were completely connected. My lower body hit my sister's plump buttocks, making a slapping sound. The sound
was very rhythmic, matching my sister's "Ah!!!" "Ah!" Her moans gave me endless pleasure
, a tingling sensation running through my glans, but I felt no urge to ejaculate, only pure bliss.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore! Ah... Again, ahhh..." My near-frenzied thrusting
brought my sister immense pleasure.
"Ah..." Suddenly, my sister let out a long moan. I felt her vagina tighten, completely gripping my
penis. Her vagina writhed erratically, and she lay on the bed, trembling uncontrollably.
The waves of pleasure from her lower body told me she had orgasmed. I thrust even faster. Matching my sister's orgasms, I felt
I was about to ejaculate.
"Ah!" "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to fly, it's so high!" "
Faster." My sister could only moan weakly. I increased the speed of my thrusts, the slapping sounds incessant
, the waves of flesh from each impact on her buttocks incredibly sexy.
"Ah... so good!" "Amidst my sister's moans, I reached my climax,
ejaculating my hot semen inside her. As soon as I finished, I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I collapsed onto the bed, clutching my sister."

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