A/N: This fic was born out of my deep adoration for the character. Whenever I play Diablo III, I can't help but fantasise about her. I can't be the only one! Maybe someone else will find pleasure in reading this. Just don't take it too seriously ;)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: The very beginning of Diablo III. Sonya rescues a reader trying to get to New Tristram. The tension between them escalates very quickly.
Words: 3k+
WARNINGS: PWP, SMUT, canon typical violence.
"Here!" Sonya pressed a huge mug of grog into your shaking hands. "This should help."
Shivering, you tried not to spill a drop. You took a few sips, swallowing hard. The drink was quite tasty, but terribly strong.
"Thank you," you muttered, looking at her. Zakarum, she was so beautiful. Powerful, strong, yet at the same time, there was a feminine delicacy within her. Sitting there in the dim light of the tavern, it felt like she filled the entire space. But nothing was intimidating about it. At least not now, not for you. You felt truly safe with her, for the first time since that strange star had appeared in the sky, then fallen on Tristram, and the end of the world had begun. The dead had risen from their graves, and there was no escape from the horrors they had brought upon the Sanctuary.
The scene from an hour ago flashed before your eyes: you desperately tried to get to New Tristram, where you hoped to find a relatively safe haven. Unfortunately, along the way, you were attacked by the undead. They overturned the wagon you had been travelling in; the horses fled into the forest, but you weren't so lucky. You were mere seconds away from being dismembered and eaten alive when someone wiped out the attackers with a single swing of a mighty axe.
It was a tornado, a mountain of muscle and a storm of red hair. In a few swift movements, she killed the undead and then approached you. Her posture and weaponry clearly indicated that you were dealing with a barbarian. You weren't sure what to expect from her kin, but you certainly hadn't expected such gentleness.
"Don't be afraid. You're out of danger now," she said with harsh but kind voice, crouching down beside you. "Are you alright?"
"I guess so," you muttered, barely audible, cowering under the tall woman's scowl. But that was just her manner, nothing like she was any danger to you. Anyway, she was beautiful in that raw behaviour of hers. Beautiful and alluring. A profound intimidation at her attractiveness compounded your shock at your close appointment with death.
"Where are you going?" she asked straight from the shoulder.
"To New Tristram."
"Me too. Let me escort you then, little kitten. Defenceless creatures like you shouldn't be wandering alone on the road now." She helped you up, and arm in arm, you set off towards the city. Along the way, she introduced herself and told you she had come to find a fallen star.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of the night's horrors. More undead attacked you right outside the city gates, and when you entered The Slaughtered Calf Inn, the infected inside chose that moment to transform. The barbarian, of course, dealt with them quickly. Her brave way of fighting encouraged you and stimulated you in a very indecent way, which was quite awkward at the horrid moment.
Sonya, seeing your flushed face, smiled faintly. She tossed her fiery mane and wiped the sword she'd pulled from the rotting corpse, then led you to a table and ordered a mug of grog for you. The bartender was grumbling about the undead, but got down to work as she made an order.
The tavern would have been quite pleasant if it weren't for the fresh corpses. Brightly lit with numerous candles and smelling of good food. At least until Sonya slashed open a few undead, now the smell of food was mixed with the smell of death.
"Listen, stay here, and I'll go talk to Captain Rumford again," she said as you took a few more sips of the grog.
"Don't leave me!" you groaned, setting the mug down on the table. You didn't want to be separate from her just yet. You'd love to wrap your arms around her neck or curl up in her lap and let her pet you like a cat. Oh yes, that vision was very appealing.
"I'll be back soon. You'll be safe here. The bartender has a spare room upstairs; hide there, rest a bit, and wait for me, fine?"
You gave her a sweet look. "Shouldn't you rest too?" You grabbed her large hand and pressed it to your heart, or rather, to your boobs, and winked coquettishly. "You defended me so bravely. I have to take care of you now."
Sonya grinned. "That's a very tempting offer, and I'll definitely take you up on it when I get back." She leaned down and brushed her lips against your cheek, causing a hot blush to bloom. "Be careful, kitten. I'll be back soon."
A moment later, she was gone. You took your grog and one of the candles from the table, went upstairs and barricaded yourself in the small room. It had just enough space for a bed and a dresser, but it was clean and tidy, giving a rather cosy feel. A few moments later, someone knocked on the door. You were sure it was Sonya returning, but unfortunately, it was just the maid. She came to light the fire in the fireplace.
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You waited a long time. You drank all the grog and doze off for a while, remembering the way Sonya had called you "kitten", when you finally heard another knock on the door.
"(Y/N), are you asleep?" You easily recognised the barbarian's voice.
"No, come in!" Despite the slight grog-and-slumber blackout, you quickly got out of bed and opened the door for her, but then stopped in your tracks. Her appearance terrified you; she was covered in blood.
"Don't worry, I'm fine.' she assured quickly. "I had a little work to do. They'll bring water soon, and I'll tidy myself up."
"What happened?" you asked, as she entered the small room.
"I had to slaughtered a few carcasses. Nothing new. Anyway, before I go looking for this Cain guy, I need to tidy up a bit."
"Cain? That's Leah's uncle, right?" You remembered that when you entered the inn, before the infected turned into the undead, the barbarian was talking to a girl named Leah. She was in the cathedral in Old Tristram, when the star fell on it.
"Yeah," Sonya nodded, unbuckling her belt. "You mind if I take a bath in this room? There are no others available for now."
While you face covered in blush, you replied quickly: "Of course not..." Your daze of alcohol and sleep evaporated completely. It might not have been the most opportune time to start an affair, but then again, the spectre of imminent death was a powerful motivator. "Can I help you undress?" you asked timidly, feeling your heart pounding. "After all, I was supposed to take care of you, right?"
Sonya smiled broadly. "Counting on it, kitten."
You never removed armour from anyone, but it couldn't have been some grand philosophy. Slowly, with your combined efforts, you took off most of the cuirass. By the time the maids brought the basin of hot water, Sonya was already in her underwear. She looked so alluring that you had a hard time tearing your eyes away from her almost naked body. Pure muscles, rippling beneath her skin with every movement, ample breasts, and powerful buttocks. She had such a gorgeous figure that just looking at her almost made you come. Your hands itched to touch her, but you didn't know how she would react or if she even wanted to engage in any sexual activity. Maybe she just wanted to tease you with all those smiles and calling you "kitten".
While you were pondering all this, the barbarian stripped off her underwear and slid into the basin, barely fitting inside. "Well, don't look at me like that, you'd better help me!" She snorted in amusement, handing you the soap.
Your throat was completely dry. You swallowed hard, crouching down next to the tub and lathering her back with devotion. You could worship this body if only she would allow it.
"You're a helpful girl," she said after a moment as you rinsed the suds with a copper mug. "If you weren't so afraid, you could be useful to me, kitten."
Impudently straightening your spine, you assured. "I can find more courage if necessary. While I'm of no use in combat, I do have other useful skills that could serve you well on long adventures."
Sonya looked at you over her shoulder. "So what? Are you telling me you'd just leave everything and come with me, perhaps to certain death?"
"Nothing keeps me here anymore. Everyone I knew is dead or turned into the undead."
She nodded. "Fine. I will consider that."
"And what are these useful skills of yours?" she added after a couple of seconds of silence.
Your heartbeat sped up again. "I could demonstrate, if you don't mind?"
"Sure."
You set the cup down and, holding your breath, touched her shoulders. Slowly and gently, you started massaging them. Sonya purred approvingly, so you increased the pressure. She was like carved in rock. Her muscles were stone hard, but you noticed they're also tense. You moved closer, your hands sliding lower to her shoulder blades. "Relax," you requested. "You're so tight."
"Well... Not that tight," she chuckled, leaning back as comfortably as the small wash bowl would allow, and you ran your hands over her skin again, tracing the sides of her spine, increasing and lowering the pressure.
"You're really good at it, kitten." She purred as you massaged her sides. Then, without warning, you slided your hand on her boobs. You couldn't help but sigh; they felt as firm as they looked. You paused for a moment, gauging her reaction, and when she tilted her head back, closing her eyes in pleasure, you were sure it was okay to continue. You also took the opportunity to kiss her neck.
"Oh, this is getting dangerous," she said, tilting her head even further to give you easier access. "I hope you're going to finish what you started."
"Of course!" you assured her, adding more tongue to the kiss. "After all, I have to thank you somehow for saving my life."
"What can I say? It was worth it."
Sucking against her neck, you began to tease her erect nipples with your thumbs. Sonya sighed deliciously, but the pleasure was definitely mutual. You'd never held a woman so alluring in your arms.
Barbarian was truly into these caresses. She grabbed you with her strong hand and pulled you forward so she could kiss you on the lips. But what a kiss it was! If you weren't already completely wet, that would probably have been the last straw. She kissed you passionately, pressing you against her bare breasts, and you couldn't bear all the layers of clothing you were wearing, separating you. You began to unlace your corset with one hand, and with the other, you touched the barbarian's muscular stomach. Then you slid it lower, between her thighs. Sonya moaned into your mouth when you brushed your fingers across her labia, pressing them a moment later against the bundle of nerves in between. Despite the water, you felt her pussy was soaked, same as yours.
"I'm so close already," she gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment and pulling off your corset and chemise. "How much of that are you wearing?!" she moaned, seeing two more layers of underwear underneath, which she immediately began to free you from.
"I was cold!" you murmured apologetically.
"I'll warm you up!"
"For now, let me warm you up. I hope once isn't enough for a buxom barbarian like you," you speculated, massaging her enrance with your fingers and pressing the palm of your hand against her clit.
"C-certainly not," she replied in a trembling voice, now struggling with your skirt. "If it weren't for urgent matters, I wouldn't let you out of this room for a week, kitten."
You squealed with delight at the thought of a whole week spent having sex with this goddess. If you two had that much time to do whatever you wanted, it would surely be unforgettable.
"You're so sexy, you have no idea what you're doing to me..." you breathed dreamily, accelerating the movements of the hand caressing her, and sliding fingers inside. Sonya shuddered, threw back your skirt, and surrendered completely to the caress, moaning louder and louder. "Oh yes, (Y/N). Don't stop, please."
She panted faster and faster, and the way her stomach muscles trembled drove you crazy. Finally, she came, clenching around your fingers inside her and gasping for breath. She pulled you closer again and kissed you as if she wanted to eat you whole. At that moment, you probably would have let her.
The water in the basin had cooled by the time the barbarian recovered enough to finish her ablutions. She quickly dried herself, and in the meantime you stripped off the rest of your clothes and sat on the bed, ready to continue. Sonya joined you and, pinning you to the pallet with her full weight, kissed you again. Her thigh pressed against your crotch, and you involuntarily began to ride it. You were so aroused that that would have been enough to make you come, but the barbarian had other plans. She turned you over so that now you were on top. Grabbing your hips, she positioned you so your hot and wet pussies met. "Do what you just did with my thigh," she said. You didn't need to be told twice. In that moment, you couldn't dream of anything other than riding her like that. Sonya lay beneath you, trembling, holding your bouncing hips in an iron grip, flushed, with heaving breasts. Nothing could have turned you on more at that moment.
Pleasure began to spread through your body as you moaned, rubbing against her faster and faster.
"I-I'm coming, oh Zakarum!" I'm coming..." As you climaxed, you felt her hand tighten on your hip, the other grabbing your breast. A moment after you exploded, she flipped you over on the bed. Again, she was on top, riding you. Waves of pleasure continued to spread through your body as the barbarian climaxed too. You felt with your pussy how hard her muscles clenched. She arched her back, moaning deliciously, and then collapsed onto the bed beside you.
"I can't remember the last time I was so horny..." you whispered, wrapping your arms around her and resting your head on her shoulder.
"That last orgasm... It was damn hard!" she panted, stroking your hair.
"I felt it!" you chuckled.
"You think you can continue, kitten?"
"Yes! Oh gods, yes!"
"That's wonderful, because I'm not done yet; however, I don't want to torment you."
"Torment me, my lady, I beg you!"
Laughing, Sonya rose from the bed. "Well, I need a drink first. Wait a moment, I'll bring us some water and maybe some more grog." She wrapped herself in a blanket and, lightly touching your pussy, murmured. "Keep that sweet moisture for me, will you, kitten?"
"Whatever you say, mistress!"
When Sonya went out into the hallway, you added some wood to the fireplace, as the fire was dying and the room was starting to get cold. Besides, the candle you'd brought had burned out, and without the fire in the fireplace, it also got dark, and you wanted a good view of your barbarian.
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Sonya returned a few moments later with a jug of water and two mugs of grog. She set everything down on the dresser, barely avoiding the basin that took up most of the room space. She drank some water, then took a hearty gulp of grog, but when she offered it to you, you refused. You wanted to be fully aware during your intercourse.
As she approached the bed, where you were already lying back down, you reached for the blanket wrapped around her voluptuous body and tugged it. When it fell, revealing her beautiful curves, saliva filled your mouth. "Please, sit down," you patted the pallet encouragingly, and when Sonya sat down next to you, you slid down to the floor and nestled between her powerful thighs.
The barbarian bit her lip at the sight and spread her legs wider. Stroking your head, in a slightly hoarse whisper, she said, "I guess I'll really have to keep you."
"Maybe wait with such declarations until you're sure I can satisfy you with my mouth," you teased.
"The sight of your pretty face between my legs is almost enough, kitten."
With a self-satisfied smile, you ran your hands over her thighs, and you lightly kissed her left hip. Then you moved your lips to her stomach, gliding just below her navel, and continued the motion heading to her right hip. Sonya leaned back, placing one hand behind her back and the other still stroking your head.
You looked at her for a long moment and lowered your lips, kissing her swollen clit lightly. She moaned softly, and her breast heaved harder. Now you smack the clit with the tip of your tongue, only to suck it in with your whole mouth a second later. The barbarian moaned, tangling her fingers in your hair, and your tongue steadily moved along the entire length of her entrance, ending at her clit. You sucked hard, then returned your tongue to the lowest point. She tasted truly sweet, and you knew you'd want to lick her like that again and again, if you had the chance. You loved it when someone pleasured you this way, and you thought Sonya would too. You were right, she couldn't hold herself upright anymore, so she fell back onto the mattress, but the fingers of one of her hands remained tangled in your hair.
Continuing to lick her, you slipped one finger inside her pussy, then a second, and a third. She was so wet, it came easily. You'd never wanted to please someone so much. In fact, you cared more about her pleasure than your own. Or rather, her pleasure was pleasing you.
Sonya moved her hips, clearly on the verge of orgasm. "Any moment, kitten..." she moaned hoarsely, and you began to thrust your fingers even deeper. You could have done this all day.
She came hard and loud. She probably could be heard all over New Tristram, but at that moment, you both didn't care much what anyone else thought.
"So? Do you still want to keep me?" you asked, after a while, straddling her stomach and playing with her firm breasts.
She laughed huskily and taking deep breaths, she said.: "What do you think, huh?"
"I think you might still be hesitant, so I'm ready to convince you fully." You leaned down and took her erect nipple into your mouth, what felt like a dream come true. The most perfect boobs in the whole Sanctuary. Sucking it up, you heard Sonya saying: "I'm starting to wonder if you're going to tire me out after all," as she gripped your hips and flexed beneath you. She pulled you higher and rolled you onto your back. Now she was on top of you. She began to kiss you slowly and sensually. "Let's slow things down a bit," she purred between kisses. "One more orgasm in such a short time and I'll need a nap."
"Whatever you say, mistress," you agreed, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her back. Sonya ran her hands over your skin, never lingering in one place too long. Her powerful body pressed you lightly against the pallet, but she supported most of her weight on her right elbow.
"You're so sweet. I could eat you, you know?" she sighed, cupping your breast in her hand. A moment later, she brushed her fingers across your chin and lifted it to expose your neck. Her lips quickly found the most sensitive spot, just below your ear, and her breasts swayed rhythmically with the kisses, brushing against your stomach.
"Mmmm," you purred, cupping her ass. "You feel so good."
"Would you really join me? On my mission?" Sonya asked seriously, interrupting the kisses and looked at you intently.
"Of course.' You assured. "I feel very safe with you."
"I will protect you. You can be sure of that, kitten."
"Well, I'm yours now. I can even call you, my lady or mistress, whatever you want."
The barbarian bit her lip. "Fine. Then show me your mine now! Turn around and stick out that sweet little ass of yours."
You obeyed without hesitation. Sonya ran her hands over your buttocks and gave you a juicy slap, making you squeal with pleasure. Her fingers then began to caress your once again wet pussy. You moaned louder and louder as she ran them over your clit. "Oh, yes! Please don't stop!" You gasped as she slid a finger inside you. "Yes, yes, yes!" You arched your back even harder, literally impaling yourself on her hand. With a laugh, she added two more fingers, massaging your clit with her other hand. You felt her lips on your butt.
"Will you come for me like that?" she purred.
"Yess ..." you fell face down on the pallet, sticking your butt even more.
"Oh, Bul-Kathos, I want to see you in this position always, kitten!" Sonia was delighted, and you suddenly felt her hot breath so close to your entrance. "I was planning to do this later, but now... I can't help myself." She pulled her fingers out of you, and their place was taken by her hot and sensationally flexible tongue.
"Fuck!" you gasped as she literally fucked you with it, pushing it in all the way. Her mouth enveloped your pussy, her teeth practically digging into it, and her tongue penetrated you just as deeply, perhaps even deeper, than her fingers. Her hands held your thighs in an iron grip that wouldn't let you escape even if you wanted to. But of course you didn't want to escape. You probably had never experienced such pleasure. You wanted more and more. Whatever she did to you now probably wouldn't be enough to satisfy your lust.
"Sonyaa!" you howled, already on the verge.
"Mhm! Mhm!" She only sputtered, her mouth still occupied with your pussy.
A couple of minutes later you exploded, moaning loudly. The inside of your vagina tightened almost painfully around her sweetly flexible tongue, and overwhelming pleasure spread through your body, all the way to your toes and the top of your head. Trembling, you hung your hips limply in her embrace. Even though she'd already pulled her tongue out of you, she still licked you lightly, as if regretting that you hadn't lasted longer. Finally, she lowered you onto the pallet and lay down next to you.
"I could never eat anything else except your pussy," she said, kissing your shoulder. "You taste so damn good, kitten."
"If you get hungry during our journey, I'm at your service," you laughed weakly, still recovering from that powerful orgasm. "But now,I need to rest for a moment."
"Sure, rest, and I'll go check, just in case, if the undead haven't breached the city gates. When I get back, we'll do it again," she smirked. "I need to get my fill of you before setting off. And then... We'll have to go find Cain."
To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.
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