The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

[TriniMad]

"Will you miss us?"

"... No."

It was true; Raelynn wouldn't miss them, none of them in fact. They had been interesting, fun, maybe even satisfying people at times, but she had never felt any connection to the rest of the heroes who had saved the world with her. Actually, correction: she saved the world and they came along with her. After all, Raelynn was the one who had struck the final decisive blow, and without her, none of them would be standing there, pretending to be sorrowful of her departure.

In fact, she had a suspicion they were the ones who decided that she should be the one to be sacrificed to the demons.

It was from one of the prophetess that they needed to sacrifice her in order to prevent the world's balance from slipping apart; Raelynn, spellsword of light and fury, was the perfect sacrificial lamb to put at the doorstep of the demon. At first, when she received the news, she couldn't believe it; "let's give the heroine over to the enemy, sounds like a great idea!" However, once she demanded the truth from the great oracle herself, it was enough to sober and calm the indignant annoyance within Raelynn. So it had to be done, and a hero's duty was never over.

One by one, they gave their farewells to her; some with what looked suspiciously like genuine tears in their eyes as they hugged her tight and others with just a brush of a hug and a tight smile. Raelynn was well-aware that she was not popular with the others, not in the least. Some of them eyed her body, the seemingly scandalous way she dressed (Raelynn reasoned it to being that she needed all the flexibility she could to control the battlefield), and the lust that they had for her. Others had only brewing irritation towards her, and they were right to be just so; Raelynn even proudly proclaimed herself as a frosty bitch. She bowed and obeyed no one, and while she was no leader material, she purposely never listened to what any of the other heroes would try to suggest to her.

The last one, a large muscular man whom she had spent maybe a few lusty nights touching and going so far as to please each other with their mouths, was probably the most reluctant to let her go. He even tried a kiss, but once Raelynn smelled the pungent scent of cheap wine on his breath, all he got was a hard slap across the cheek that left him roaring with laughter as she turned and walked away.

Away from the life she once had, the fame that was sung of her. Raelynn had no doubt they would continue to sing about her, changing what was needed to make her more "pleasing" to the general public and the later generations; a sweet beautiful girl who stood for righteousness and wielded her light magic in the name of good. Absolute bullshit, but what could she do now?

She was going to die.

The journey was short and effortless, made in part by her magic that allowed for her to step right on the edge of the demon's territory that her light would come to. What her gaze fell on was exactly what Raelynn had been expecting; all brooding, dangerous, intimidating, and strangely, slightly beautiful. Tall pointed spires in intense brilliant colors jutting towards the dark sky would be enough to make any normal person feel uneasy and wish to leave; instead, she stepped closer and closer, the large gates of the lair looming over her head.

Of course, she had heard the tales of Deathwing. The fantastically and impossibly frightening demon that was used to terrorize the nightmares of children, and whose form and power was lusted over by several cults before they were put down in the aftermath of the battle over their world. But here she was, and really, all she could hope for was that she could possibly cut him down before he did to her. That wasn't too impossible now, was it? Raelynn had taken down a god before, so what was a demon instead? The difference was she had no friends, no allies, nothing right now. Just herself, her magic, and her sword, Sappros.

"Hey!" she tested, yelling up at the closed gates. How else was she supposed to announce herself? There was hardly a handy doorknob to knock, and Raelynn doubted the demon had any pleasantries for manners. "Hey! Deathwing!" Once again, she tried and gritted her teeth afterwards, finding that her voice sounded strangely small and weak at the base of this giant fortress. And Raelynn hated feeling weak whatsoever.

This called for more drastic measures. Summoning up a crackling and lively ball of energy in her hand, the spellsword hurled it at the gate with a strong throw of her arm. It was to her satisfaction that she watched it slam against the barrier and leave a dark charred mark, enough to get a slight smirk curling onto the corner of her lips; her magic was still strong as it ever was even in the demon's realm, and she wasn't going to give it up any time soon without a fight.

 

[darkest_fate]

Raelynn, spellsword of light and fury. Azondious stared into the magic viewer that showed him the admittedly beautiful woman. He'd encountered her before, though he couldn't say whether she'd remember it. Likely "Deathwing" had simply been another one of the generals that Raelynn and her vaunted party of adventures had put down as they fought for all things good and right. The demon, however, remembered her quite vividly. He'd found her appealing even then, with her rounded body and fetching garb. It had almost distracted him, though in reality it had been simply a matter of numbers and poor planning on his part that had led to his defeat. Like so many of his fellows, Azondious and quite simply not expected the humans to mount such a glorious assault.

Unlike so many, however, Azondious had been intelligent. He'd done his duty: fought the heroes, distracted them enough so that his master could begin the first phases of his plan. But Azondious could practically sense the shifting of the tide. He'd wisely pulled himself from the fray, taking his most trusted followers and carving out his own portion of the hellscape. When his master had fallen, it had been a blow even to his significant powers. But when the rubble had cleared, at least one demonic castle had remained standing, its owner quite proud of his accomplishments.

Then had come the oracles. The balance had shifted. The neutral oracles had proclaimed that the balance required a sacrifice. One of these champions of light must, at their own volition, venture forth into demon lands and surrender themself unto a demon's control, preferably the most powerful remaining demon lord. Enter Deathwing: possessor of the strongest army. He'd been content to simply build his power, to wait for the inevitable flow to surge back toward darkness. in fact, even the oracles hadn't initially swayed him. What cared he for possessing another pawn? They'd likely send that self-sacrificing knight, Arthur, and men didn't generally intrigue the demon as much. Azondious did like to slake his lust on his captives, as was well known, and he would take a man should one be offered, particularly a fetching one. But deal with the prattling of justice and light? It just wouldn't be worth it.

The sacrifice shall bear the next generation of darkness. That had been what the oracle had said next. Azondious, never one to fully believe prophecy, sincerely believed that the oracles had added this solely to convince him to agree. he'd not only slake his lust, but breed, use on of the females of this little band of heroes to create his heir apparent. What demon would say no to that? Particularly one such as Azondious, who so loved his lower sword that he'd once jokingly named it "Temporary Death" (it sounded better in demonic). Plus, there were only a handful of female heroines, each one more beautiful than the last.

But Raelynne, spellsword of light? "How on earth did they convince that bitch to surrender herself?" Azondious wondered as he watched the obviously disgruntled young woman approach. His member twitched within his scaled form, threatening to spring forth despite his will. His impressive form rippled, the muscles straining for a moment, his lust roaring up within. The demon allowed a bit of it to surge forth, to light his eyes, changing them from blue to red, then he forced it down, settling. He could already picture Raelynne's fine form bouncing upon his member, sweat glistening from her impressive chest while he stroked her fine curves. the image had been conjured in his mind after their first encounter.

Adorable how she sent a little crackling ball of energy. The demon lord chuckled, shaking his head. Only this fool would think that there would be a fight. He was almost tempted to give it to her: make her fully aware of just how hopeless her situation was. Instead he gestured, using his magic to pull his servants toward the girl.

A pair of unwilling lesser demons worked at the gate, opening it, while a slinky succubus walked forward, looking almost like each limb had been forced forward. They'd all heard of Raelynn, and it wasn't like some of the other heroes where their usual tricks and lusts would work significantly. "Welcome, Raelynn the spellsword," the demoness spoke, her voice wavering. "Our great master Deathwing reminds you that you are his... guest," somewhere the demon lord laughed, "and that he would appreciate if you did not attack his home..." the female hesitated for a moment before adding: "Or his staff," she shifted, looking toward Raelynn, clearly not thinking that would be enough.

"I am to show you to his greeting chamber, where you are to present yourself to him and swear the appropriate oaths," she said, licking her lip again. Normally she'd grab the target and force them inside, assuming she didn't get to work them up first. But she definitely didn't want to get anywhere within reach of this one. Already she was hoping that Deathwing had prepared revival incantations, as she seriously believed Raelynn would kill her to make a point.

And they called her a heroine.

 

[TriniMad]

Raelynn wasn't sure if she hated sex-addled men more or ridiculously sexed up demons. Either way, the little party that greeted her did nothing but foul her mood up even more, enough to get a narrowed glare that, if possible, would probably burn a hole straight through the succubus as Raelynn watched her quiver and waver like an old crone. Demons. The only things on their mind was sex, death, destruction, and oh, what a surprise, even more sex. Obviously, the stories of lusty demons was ones she dismissed easily before; if powerful demons such as succubi were shaking in front of her, what sort of demon would want to touch and risk getting their parts burned off?

Obviously, Raelynn was ignoring the fact that she was submitting herself to a demon lord at the moment - someone who was going to wield power over her the same easy way she ruled over her light and sword.

"More like his slut. Staff is a cute way of saying it," Raelynn snorted out, rolling her eyes at the way they were already treating her - walk her in? As if she hadn't waded bloodied through a sea of monster bodies, scaled beasts, and fought her way to plunge her sword into the dark master's heart? Right, she couldn't even walk the length of a town's road into the equally broody and dark castle that laid beyond the fortress' walls. "I can walk myself in. Why don't you... Run off and go fuck yourself?"

She made a little shooing motion towards the succubus, her voice dripping with sarcastic cooing at the other female. If this was how she was going to be treated, delicate like a china doll that might shatter on the first impact, Raelynn might as well kill herself now. All she could hope for as she strode forward, Sappros now securely sheathed on her lower back, was that Deathwing would cut that bullshit out.

Another pair of demons waited at the inner gates, and for the surprisingly silent walk towards the castle, she couldn't help but revel in the fear they showed her. Of course they did; one burst of her light magic would disintegrate their pathetic bodies into ashes in the most painful ways, and even in this dark recessed corner, they heard about her. Feared her even, the same way a normal person would fear Deathwing in return. It was just the sweet irony that Raelynn would be paired off against Deathwing.

These doors swung open just as silently as the one outside, and the scene inside was that of sinister magnificence. Shadows danced along blue-tinted flames held in clawed candle-holders along the pillars holding up the structure of the castle, and lesser demons skittered here and there in the background. However, the main sight was the impressive demon in the midst of it all; Raelynn took a moment to scrutinize him intently with her eyes narrowed before stepping forward.

"Your slinky bitch out there made it sound like I was going to burn down the entire place and stake her on top of it," she called out, steely keeping her expression impassive and unreadable as she came closer. The nearer she came, the more she could take in his appealing masculine form; not even the scaled and inhuman appearance that he had could deter the slight burst of lust that flared up inside of her. But then again, Raelynn had cursed off sex - her desires and interests were no match to the sheer force of her magic that was fueled by her virginity and purity.

However, that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with what others saw of her. Raelynn took advantage of what she had to get what she wanted - what was so wrong about that? Nonchalantly crossing her arms under her ample breasts to squeeze them closer together and emphasize the curves of her tall, slim, and toned body, Raelynn tilted her head slightly in mock innocence, batting her eyes at the fierce and even taller demon lord. Once or twice, her gaze slipped lower, down his chest, and the interest inside of her grew as she wondered just how impressive he might be - not that she would let it come to anything more than a fantasy. "Kings, gods, demons, you're all the same, aren't you? Always sitting on your asses and stewing the days off while making the girls come mewling to you? What's next, a demonic palanquin to take me around because saving the world just took so much out of me that I can't even walk any more?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Technically the demoness who had greeted Raelynn had indeed fucked her master once; the same could be said of virtually every attractive servant, male or female. Yet Azondious did not repeat when it came to his demons. Captive humans? Certainly. Allies or enemies that would offer themselves up? Most definitely. Cheeky spellswords who strutted into his castle frightening all who dwelt therein? Most definitely.

Still, the succubus smiled and followed the shooing, leaving Raelynn to find her own way within. The female was almost tempted to take the command quite literally: nothing wrong with a little masturbation after all; help take the nerves off. Literally every lesser demon in the entirety of Deathwing's domain would be walking on eggshells with a legendary demonslayer simply strolling casually through the halls. Some had heard that their liege had made promises that one day Raelynn would be available to any who wanted to delve between her fine legs. While so many that dwelt therein followed and believed in their master, none could quite picture the hardened warrioress doing anything of the kind.

So they scurried out of her way as she walked through. A few mumbled directions or greetings, pointing. One or two slunk further into shadows, hands going to genitals to pump or tease while watching that fine ass, hoping that their master did as he so often did. They had seen haughty ones strut in before... and they'd seen some limp out, semen drizzling from between their legs. Each and every one fervently hoped that Raelynn would be among their number.

The greeting chamber looked as one would expect. All flickering blue flames lighting up the dark opulence. Azondious had taken up position at his throne, which also reflected his armored form almost too well: all spikes and slick metals. One hand curled toward his face while the other drummed against his rest, watching as this delightful vision strolled toward him. Her warrior's walk added a unique grace to each step that Azondious appreciated far more than the seductive strut so many of his servants employed. There was also something to be said for how she crossed her arms under her breast, squeezing them, demonstrating the pronounced curves, that struck Azondious as being unconscious: not the gestures of someone attempting to seduce. That the demon lord towered over her seemed to matter little. He let her speak.

"One would expect better behavior from someone who claims to speak for the light and the good peoples," he spoke. His voice had a dark silkiness, almost like satin sliding over a too-sharp blade. His blue eyes flared crimson for a moment as he looked down upon her. "There is such a thing as protocol, young spellsword. You are supposed to be a representative. More accurately, you are supposed to be a sacrifice to balance the scales and willingly surrender yourself. Yet you strut in here as if you expect everyone to bow and scrape to your whim. Give me a good reason not to simply banish you from this place and send you back to your comrades. I'm certain they would simply love to hear about how Raelynn the spellsword of light failed.

"Unless that's your desire? I don't particularly care if this whole world collapses on itself," he gestured around him. "I have hewn this sanctuary using my magics, and even should it not survive well," he shrugged, "what care I of the world now? So you see," he looked to her again, "literally the entire world is resting on your somehow finding the ability within yourself to behave. Care to start again?"

 

[TriniMad]

Raelynn had gazed up at gods, monsters, demons, and never once had she backed down or looked away. No, her piercing blue eyes were now used to employing a stare that usually had these "higher beings" looking away instead. She, a mere mortal, was able to do that - a demon like Deathwing fazed her absolutely little. Not even the way he smoldered downwards at her, gazing into the neon blue of his soulless eyes was enough to draw her gaze away; in fact, it did just the opposite, drawing her in deeper and before she could help it, took her breath away with just how intoxicating it was to look up at him.

Strange. Raelynn snapped herself out of the hypnotic look he cast over her, gritting her teeth again in annoyance and shaking her head slightly to clear her mind. She had to keep a sharp look out, eyes scoping her surroundings almost immediately - clever, bringing her in here with his minions surrounding her like this...

She was so adamant that he had wanted a literal sacrifice of body to death, that when he spoke to her, his voice sending a unconscious shudder down her spine, Raelynn didn't initially comprehend what he wanted. Behave? What? Just the thought of that was enough to make her give another small incredulous snort, and she defiantly lifted her head.

"You want me to... What? Who do you think you're talking to? Some milkmaid? A meek housewife that you can scold like some dumb bitch?" Her voice was loud and clear, powerful like the ringing peals of bells in the afternoon, as she retorted, opening her mouth to say further when the thought that she had been pushing away, refusing for so long, finally reared its head.

Deathwing didn't want her to die. He wanted to keep her.

The thought of it was equally repulsive and frightening, yet a small part of her was interested. Keep her? Keep her for... Sex. The way that he sat at ease on that throne, he did want her to turn into an obedient whimpering bitch with her legs between her tail. Just as quickly as the realization crashed over her, Raelynn was vehemently fighting against it again as she gasped quietly and closed her mouth. Now, there was no trace of amusement in her tone.

"So, you don't want to kill me," she growled out as her expression darkened, the thought that what keeping her would entail... Deathwing would want sex with her. And for that, she might as well make a martyr of herself - that would fulfill the duty of herself being a sacrifice, would it? One of her hands instinctively reached back to grasp onto the comforting leather grip of Sappros, her body bending slightly into the readied position of one who could spring or pounce at any notice. "You want to make me your bitch just like everything else here? Sorry, but not sorry, but I'm going to make you kill me first before that happens, Deathwing. A sacrifice is a sacrifice, and I would rather give up my life to protect myself than give myself to you."

That was the truth; she thought him impossibly attractive, but it was all a fantasy. Just fantasies in her own mind, and nothing would become reality. She wouldn't allow it.

 

[darkest_fate]

Somehow, Azondious wasn't surprised. Were this literally any of the other heroes, they would've been begging and scraping on their knees. But no, they'd sent Raelynn. Azondious still didn't quite understand that decision either; he blamed the oracles somehow. Because there she stood, literally a short walk from his seat of power, mouthing off as if he were some slobbering drunk who'd touched her plump rear at a pub. That would most certainly work against any of those sort, but against him? Against a demon lord? Against someone who had taken so many lovers, willing and unwilling, that he'd lost count decades ago?

It was almost impressive. "Why would I kill you?" Deathwing asked, giving her a nearly tired look. Her hand went to her damn sword, the one that almost sounded sapphic in nature (and caused several demons to assume precisely that, though Azondious somehow doubted this; he'd sworn he'd seen something between her and that muscular one, the plainsman or whatever quota he filled in their party). She tensed, every inch of her muscles rippling in a way that sent another surge of lust into Azondious's groin. He fought down a growl as she insisted upon going down hard. yet he did not move, not yet.

"Last time you and yours came here, you barely escaped with your life," he pointed out, gesturing toward her. "If memory serves, your healer, that one holy woman," he gestured dismissively, "spent several days patching you in particular back together. I seem to distinctly recall nearly crushing those rather impressive legs of yours. So let's keep that in mind."

He rose then, his wings shifting, creating a slight gust as he stepped down, taking the steps one at a time. "Your entire group struggled to best me. I had been tired, illprepared, and out of my element. Now you stand literally in my circle of power, alone, and I've been preparing since your forces surrendered," he'd come nearly within striking distance. "It's quite clear that I'm not going to simply kill you, regardless of what you want. No, what is far more likely is that I will simply break your limbs, or drain you of all that feisty energy. Clearly I mostly care about what lay here," he gestured at her torso, "so I've no reason to, say, keep your sword arm attached to your body. Except," he raised a hand, cupping his chin, "that might make you less attractive. I wouldn't be nearly so interested in making you my concubine then, and that is the offer on the table, by the way. My 'bitches' are the ones that I don't intend to regularly invite into my bed. So I would probably fuck you enough to leave you more broken, then slough you off on one of my agents. Maybe that female you insulted on the way in. She's got a thing against any female with larger breasts than her."

Azondious gestured toward Raelynn's ample chest before raising his brow. "So why don't you do us both a favor and toss that sword of yours on the ground before me? Then you can spend however long it is pining for revenge and waiting for an opportunity that lets you take both my life and keep your own."

 

[TriniMad]

He had trapped her. Trapped her in such a way that for once, Raelynn could not escape, not without losing something. She was someone who hated loss, who despised losers, and laughed at surrenderers. She thought she would have went down fighting until the end, until the very last breath of hers was crushed from her body, and that would be the end of it. Instead, Raelynn was pushed into a situation where she had two choices, and one of them was laughably better than the other. She wasn't stupid. Raelynn knew which one would be better, but that didn't make it any sweeter on her tongue.

She loathed to admit, but the demon was telling the truth. It had taken the combined force of all 6 of them to bring down Deathwing among so many other demons, and when he mentioned having to literally patch herself back together, it triggered the memory. Demons inherently were tempters, attracting and seducing everything they could, and the resounding thought that she brought away from that particular battle and even at the end of it all that Deathwing was the most attractive that she had judged among all the demons. But that was in jest, a thought that she never figured she would return to... Until now.

Still, Raelynn would not bow. But she could not tell him her secret; by this point, she was grasping at desperation, and a part of her whispered that maybe she could bluff him into thinking that he could get her way with her and strike him down before he could push himself inside of her. Maybe, but that was the best she had now. Effectively, Deathwing had muted Raelynn for a moment, and even as her eyes naturally drew down the angular muscular shape of his body, she swallowed hard and tried to keep her gaze away from the sinful place between his legs that she had been fancifully wondering just a few moments ago.

But the thought of being pushed around, letting those other lesser beings take her - now that was a frightening thought. Deathwing was fine, she judged him attractive enough, but no one else in this hellish place. So Raelynn clung to her ill-made plan and calmed herself as she slowly drew Sappros from her sheath. The sword made a dangerous hissing sound as she held it, not readied to strike out, but as if to strike a pose with it held between both hands with the tip biting deep between the stone of the hall, making her lithe body lean forward slightly to brace herself on the comfort of her steel companion. She couldn't let any semblance of fear creep through her expression or voice, keeping herself as leveled as possible.

"... I put down Sappros here and now, and you will swear that I will not be placed at the mercy or touch of anyone else in this hellhole besides you. I was sacrificed to you, not your 'staff'", she replied evenly without letting a single emotion slip past, giving her best shot at trying to make these sorts of deals - everyone warned that deals with demons never ended well for the mortals. But that was all she had now to safeguard herself. "Swear to the gods, to your unholy fallen master, to the earth. If you break this oath, you know what will happen to you," she continued to subtly threaten him, knowing that he was aware of the power of an oath that swore to this much power - not even a demon lord like him could escape the agony that a traitor would bear. "I can't promise I'll be obedient because I'm simply not. But you'll have Sappros and I'll be... Attractive for... You," she forced out the last part, each word sounding more and more disgusting than the last; enough that she felt her gut tightening, tensing, as Raelynn looked upwards, locking her eyes to the demon's fiery gaze. She was no oath breaker after all, and keeping herself attractive was something she would very much like to keep doing.

 

[darkest_fate]

Was she... was Raelynn the spellsword... eyeing Azondious? The demon had seen that sort of look before, seen women rake their gazes across his well-muscled form. The demon certainly thought himself impressive; his armored body generally struck fear in the hearts of opponents. Due to his unique nature as a quasi-incubus, he could literally not make himself wholly unappealing. But it felt oddly gratifying to have Raelynn raking her eyes over him, to know that he stirred something with that cold heart of hers. It made his lips twist into a smile, quite satisfied in the knowledge that this would be quite an interesting relationship indeed. For she hadn't even experienced his touch... yet.

Finally she spoke. Didn't bow, but spoke. she would put aside the sword under conditions. The demon smiled with amusement at her sheer gall. He could all but strip her nude with a swipe of his hand, send his servants to rip her from limb to limb, hold her down and fuck her defiant face until she coughed cum, but she still stood there making demands of him. Were those demands any that he had not already anticipated and wanted himself, he might have simply replied with a negation. But hearing her spit out that she would be "attractive" for him just sounded oh so wonderful.

"I swear by my power," the demon intoned, making several of his servants gasp. he approached Raelynn. "You will not be placed at the mercy or touch of any of mine against your will. You will be mine, and all of mine will acknowledge your place in that hierarchy," he reached for the sword, wrapping his hand about the blade, grimacing slightly as he felt the sharp edge bite even into his armored flesh. "In exchange," he locked eyes with her, "you will swear by your sword that you will not attempt escape. I allow you the will to resist me to some degree, but you will swear to open your body unto me. You will agree to share my bed and all the duties entailed by your new position," his blood ran into her blade, binding the oath. "You will agree or our oaths are void and your sword is forfeit," yes, not her life, not her will, not someone elses, but the one thing that Azondious was certain the girl would not betray: her blessed, trusted, faithful weapon. And with his blood and her word combining, well, the oath would be nearly as binding as his own.

 

[TriniMad]

Perhaps a bit of Raelynn was expecting for Deathwing to just laugh, throw her oaths back into her face, and then she could have a reason to fight him. Now? With the dark demonic blood dripping down Sappros' blessed edge and staining the purity in it, it might as well be a metaphor for what was going to happen to her as well. Raelynn had not expected for him to go so far as to offer his own terms, binding her ever more tightly in a constricting hold that wrenched more and more freedom away from her - even her desperate plan was starting to fade out of hope. It wouldn't work. She had to swear to this, and with that, her gaze slid down to stare at the blood which now reached the tip of the sword, leaking into the stone underneath.

"I swear by it. By Sappros and by your spilled blood," she monotonously agreed to the oath as she believed the costs to be too much otherwise; she could not lose Sappros, her most trusted and oldest companion. No one else had saved her from death besides her sword, and for it, she would pay the price. No matter how much fear and anxiety now flooded her veins, Raelynn surprised herself by keeping still and acting as if she still had every advantage in the situation. Oh, how the tables had turned, and now, bound in oath and agreement to Deathwing, she was ultimately helpless.

The way she slowly let go of her sword, one finger at a time, was as if the sword was her only anchor to life. It was with hidden grief, pain, and even a flash of panic that went through her eyes as Raelynn allowed for Sappros to still proudly stand there and stepped back before raising her eyes once again to the demon lord. "Now what?" her voice rang out, maybe without as much grandeur as it had before, but with an adamant willful strength behind it that still allowed for Raelynn to stand facing Deathwing, "At least, if you want me, then send away your little minions. I will not have them jumping to conclusions around me while we..." Yet somehow, she could not bring herself to say it, swallowing hard and crossing her arms under her breasts again, this time as if to protect herself from the demon in front of her.

 

[darkest_fate]

Hearing the agreement, even spoken with such a tone, made Azondious nearly quiver with raw anticipation. Those beautiful lips had just surrendered one of the finest bodies he'd seen on a mortal. Even better: her will and her drive made her unique. Very, very few women possessed Raelynn's special combination of raw willpower and physical prowess. Very, very few women would be as intoxicating to Azondious and his kind. One of those very women now stood in his chamber, swearing herself over unto him, knowingly or unknowingly giving herself over to be the mother of his heirs.

The spellsword released her blade slowly. Azondious watched the play of emotions on her face as she did. He waited, watched, listened, and then heard her adamant claims, the girl's naivete finally starting to bubble to the surface. Azondious smiled at her statement. "My minions?" he repeated, looking around. Most of them had melded into the shadows. Certainly their presence was known, but they did not stand out to gawk, didn't dare, even as they'd heard, quivering with anticipation, as their master had forced the spellsword into an agreement that would regulate her body unto him.

"I don't believe that was part of the arrangement," the demon said. He moved around the sword, stalking closer to his prey. He raked his eyes over her body, his desire apparent. "I believe, in fact, that you just swore your body over unto me," he moved with liquid quickness, Plated arms latched around Raelynn's body, gripping her rear tight. They squeezed and drew her back seeming determined to slam her pelvis against the rock hard demon's plate. The demon didn't give her time to do more than let out a few noises of protest. One hand remained gripping her ass, feeling that particular bit for the first time, while the other tilted that defiantly beautiful face upward. He looked into those fierce eyes, giving her a second to realize her position.

Then he struck. His lips lowered, seizing hers. This was not merely a kiss of passion, though a good deal of that seeped into the connected flesh. This was a kiss that spoke of some dominance. For the lips moved commandingly, working against defiant flesh and asserting their claim. Azondious's rougher lips insisted on taking Raelynn's, insisted upon their kiss, pressing hard enough to potentially bruise. Hand and lips demanded the fullness of the expression, and Azondious would hold her until one of two things happened: she ran out of air or she actually gathered enough strength and strength of will to push herself away.

Yes, strength of will. For he had seen her looks, and he knew what they meant. He also knew that the actual motions, the taking of lips, the gripping of her muscular body, would ignite an instinctive primal lust within the woman. Like it or not, Raelynn had the body of a human female, and human females were designed on some level to experience sexual bliss, bliss that a pair of demonic lips now promised.

 

[TriniMad]

It was all unexpected; Raelynn had figured that Deathwing would have wanted her soon, but not so soon that she was left breathless for a moment as she could only watch him move with the quickness of something immortal and grab onto her. The force that he pulled her against his body was enough that her instincts had her arms reaching to brace herself - right up against his hard armored chest where her hands were flat against. Her eyes had flashed wide, and for a brief moment, Raelynn opened her mouth to say something, anything, as her expression twisted, eyebrows lowering and her glacier blue eyes glared at him.

But really, what else did she expect from a demon than this?

The kiss hit something within her, deep within Raelynn that she had never dared to pry much into. Kaleb, for all his strength and power as a reaver, could never summon it up as he was only a mortal man to be compared to a demon lord that she was being held captive by now. Deathwing knew what he was doing, and for that, a part of her cracked, and let that come through as her eyes instinctively closed and let him have his way for a few seconds. She even felt herself responding, an almost inaudible groan escaping her lips as she pressed back and moved with the demon's dominating actions. For most of her life, Raelynn had been independent, controlling everything she did at all times. No one could handle her, make her do what they wanted, and it was all her, her, and herself. Now, held captive by the desires of something so strong that she couldn't even break out of his grasp, the deep instincts inside of her enjoyed it - even if it was only for a few seconds.

Then, panic and training took over, and in a rush of adrenaline, Raelynn used the hands that had formerly been resting on his chest to free herself, shoving away from the demon just the slightest to stand a few inches away from the reach of his. But already, the effect of just one kiss was apparent; her cheeks were now lightly pinked, flushed, and she was breathing heavy, trying to grasp in air after having drank in the lustful passion he pushed into her mouth. The kiss felt exhilarating, better than any she had ever received, consensual or nonconsensual. Perhaps it was because he knew exactly what to do, what buttons to press, and with that knowledge, Raelynn began to dread and desire him even more.

Even as she defiantly wiped her lips on the back of her hand and glared at the demon, her body was betraying her. Her chest was heaving and Raelynn could feel a cold foreboding chill go down her neck as the curl of lust blossomed again, heating her up even more - if that was only a kiss...

"How many women have you done this to?" she asked in a low growl, sounding much more angrier than she was because of herself. She had vowed to keep her virginity, to keep her magic, but if it was someone like Deathwing tempting her like this... Raelynn couldn't help her eyes from glancing at his form again, sizing him up naturally before she forced her gaze back to his admittedly handsome face, narrowing her eyes and thinking herself more prepared if he were to ambush her like that again. "Actually, include men in that as well."

 

[darkest_fate]

Azondious could practically feel the lust blossoming up within the young warrioress. Whenever someone so vibrant and physical denied such feelings for so long it created this pressure within. They could direct it toward other activities, and a "lucky" few could deaden it entirely. But most, most were like Raelynn: waiting for the right set of lips, the right touch, to light fires and make the groans. This girl had been so in control that she didn't know how it felt to give herself over, and Azondious had every intention of doing just that.

The kiss lasted longer than the demon expected. Certainly Raelynn pushed, and Azondious made it a fight. it would take some doing to pull his lips away. And when he looked, he saw the flush, felt the heavy breaths, knew that he'd already started leading her down a path of pure lust that she would engage in with as much headstrong will as she had her previous chaste life. For the ones that stepped over to him after resisting so strongly proved to be the best when they finally gave up. Of course she wiped at her mouth, gathered herself, put on the show.

The demon chuckled at her demand. "Still making demands?" he asked. He ran his hands possessively along her body, feeling how compacted it was by the leather. He'd always thought her outfit particularly daring, likely the excuse being mobility or distracting. Now he let his touch feel her curves, wanting to sense both muscle and womanly form. "I've lit the fires of lust within countless women and men," he said, his voice raspy. He leaned forward pressing his lips against Raelynn's for another moment, as if to silence protests while simultaneously igniting another fire. "You're probably used to, what, boorish oafs? Was it Arthur the paladin or Kaleb who you granted begrudging affections toward? Or maybe it was that healer? Everyone heard that you two were as close as sisters," the demon pressed several more kisses, working down Raelynn's jawline. "Make no mistake: I will take you. I will bend you over and slide myself into you and thrust until we both cry out with the greatest ecstasy," he worked her neck now, kissing more, drawing hot fire into his lips. For the demon knew his skills and also knew that his own incubus leanings would naturally create a desire in any who touched his skin directly, let along his saliva.

"You will feel me filling your body with seed and cry out in joy," he whispered into her neck, moving to suckle the flesh for a moment. "But first, first I must ignite the passions within you," he ran his hands along her sides. He began nibbling delicately at her neck now, tracing little paths of fire all along her. His hands continued to roam her body, feeling her hot flesh through the tight leather, not at all doubting that she was already beginning to find her daring adventurer's garb... confining.

 

[TriniMad]

Raelynn was breaking. She was losing control of herself, the tightly leashed grip she had on every facet of her life was literally being handled over to this demon. To be honest, she didn't know if she enjoyed or despised it - perhaps both in fact. It was gratifying in some part to let someone this close to her and press their wants onto her, but it was also terrifying to her; what would they do? Actually, there was no surprise as to what Deathwing wanted from her; he was practically already telling her murmur by murmur, kiss by kiss, what he wanted.

He wanted her virginity. He wanted to take her as his, as if the reality hadn't sunken in yet for Raelynn, and she controlled herself from saying anything about her magic being directly linked to her purity. Raelynn was aware enough that if she said anything, it would only make the victory that much more sweeter for Deathwing, and she wished to deny him of such optional pleasure as much as possible. It was her magic, her ability, and without her magic now that Sappros was taken away from her already, what was Raelynn? Deathwing's. That was what she was now.

For a moment, she felt almost the urge to cry, realizing that it was all futile as her hands blindly grasped at his plated arms to hold herself upright; Raelynn could feel the corded steel bundles of demonic muscles that laid under the brilliant plates of his arms, far stronger than any man she had been this intimate with. Deathwing was working his demonic magic against her; she could feel it, the way that the pure magic pushed into her body, stirring the lust within her so much that now Raelynn could distinctively feel herself getting bothered by the fact that she was heating up abnormally quick.

"Don't talk about them like that-" she managed to hiss out, still trying to fight as much as possible even as soon after, Raelynn lost her ability to think clearly again for a few moments as she felt Deathwing's lips close over her own once again. It was intoxicating, addicting, that much she could still comprehend as Raelynn sighed softly into his mouth and then the needy absence of his lips once he moved lower. His hands knew where to touch, how to appreciate her that no one else had before, and instinctively, Raelynn pressed her body against his hands, her body craving more.

By now, it was more her body controlling matters than her mind. Yes, she could still protest and still, Raelynn panted out as her body squirmed slightly in his hold, half-heartedly trying to free herself, "What... Is that all you know? Just to push yourself in, and that's it? Nothing else?" It was her nature to be defiant even as Raelynn was surprised at the soft moan that slipped past her lips before she could close them, pressing her mouth shut. The way he traced the fiery lust onto her, his hands moving sensually against her body, it was enough for Raelynn to pull herself even closer to have her large breasts pressed up against his chest. Only how it would feel without clothes... Her cheeks were flushed deep pink now, eyes blinking, as between her legs, a wetness started to grow with every kiss and touch Deathwing pressed into her. "Fuck... Fuck, fuck, Deathwing," she gasped out, not sure if she was cursing him or begging for more herself, pressing her legs closer naturally and sliding her arms higher up his scaled shoulders to wrap around his neck while her own bared more for him to take.

Raelynn was fucked. She knew it, and damn her body, she couldn't help but want it even more.

 

[darkest_fate]

This woman's denial went deep. Azondious wondered what had driven it so deep within Raelynn. What had she been told that would lead her to repress herself to such an extent? This felt even more repressed than those desperate holy women who continually insisted that they had married divinity. This felt as though Raelynn had somehow tied her lack of sexual experience to something core within her. Except that idea was simply too ludicrous to entertain. Raelynn the spellsword, slayer of demons, possessor of the light, controlled by some foolish belief? No, it had to be something else.

He got another reaction as he teased her companions. "Such defensiveness over those that gave you up, gave you over to this," his lips kept trailing about her flesh. His hands kept running along her contours, learning her body's wants and desires. Humans always thought that clothing provided enough of a barrier. Surely they couldn't feel lusts so long as they hid their shame. Foolishness. Clothing made for interesting adornments and little else, particularly for someone as skilled as Azondious.

Skilled enough that he had to chuckle as the woman who'd been squirming in his touch shot back. She'd barely gotten that out when she was moaning. "I would say I know a good deal more than that," he replied in earnest, lips parting for a smile, seeing the pink cheeks. He heard her stammer and let out a cry, and were they not still in a public forum he might have let her know his true name, if only to hear her pleasured moans speak those syllables, gifting him that power. Instead he had to settle for hearing his title tumble from her, as the woman started grasping at him.

Azondious began suckling upon her neck. he tilted her head, using her own willingness to begin feasting upon her delicate flesh. Pink rose where his lips and teeth danced, before he traced his way down the contours of her neck, kissing just where the high neck of her top met flesh. His hands moved as well. Taloned digits dragged along Raelynn's sides, yet again feeling her curves through the leather. They trailed teasingly about, before dipping low. Her daring garb left a good deal of leg bared... including her thighs. These Azondious began almost tickling with his talons. His fingers danced along her flesh, the points of his nails just tapping against her. A few passes, a few fluttering touches.

Then a shift. The nails began dragging, not quite breaking skin but leaving trails. They pulled all the way up her thigh, coming to where the leather gripped near her sex. Talons ran along the edges of the garment, just hooking underneath, using its pressure to push against her flesh. He glided his hands up and down her, just tracing along the outline of her, not quite going down.

His lips traveled around, working at her neck, working back up her jaw. "You can feel it, can't you?" he whispered into her, pausing to kiss at a lobe. "This feeling rising up inside you, coaxing into life," he moved and began nibbling at her ear now, taking it between his lips and teasing in much the same way his taloned fingers teased her nether regions: neither moving to harm or to delve, but simply to tease, to ignite, to taunt, to begin.

 

[TriniMad]

Raelynn just wished that he would lay off of teasing with her companions as while she felt no fond lingering feelings for them, just the mere thought of a demon taunting and tormenting their choices was enough to annoy her. It just wasn't right, yet nothing about right now was right either. If someone had offered this situation to her even last week, Raelynn would have just snorted and laughed it off, dismissing it as mere fantasies. Her, the spellsword of light, giving herself over to the clutches of a demon lord like this and letting him have his way with her? Completely incomprehensible, yet... Here she was, the desire to enjoy what he was giving her pushing against the long-built dam that she had protected herself with.

There was absolutely every reason why she should be enjoying besides that one reason. Deathwing was careful, gentle even as she allowed him even further along her neck, shuddering along the pink possessive buds that were placed along the length of her skin. Each one held its own lustful poison, and in combination, there was no way Raelynn could resist it all. Maybe a single kiss, maybe just a few nibbles, but with how much Deathwing was going on now, she was doomed to fall and succumb to their growing mutual desires. She felt no fear with how his taloned fingers, so able to rip and shred if he wanted, touched and grasped her - her thighs to be exact, where if it had been anyone else, Raelynn would have instantly broke his fingers. But for Deathwing, she simply shuddered, hissing softly once his claws lightly dug into her tanned skin and toned muscles. She had sworn - Raelynn was counting on him wanting her as "attractive" as possible, and even with him leaving red trails after his talons, he would not hurt her permanently. Even better was that he decided to leave her clothes be, and for that, with just what modesty was covered with it, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit grateful to the demon lord.

"Like what? You could just be bluffing," she murmured back, her formerly clear and strong tone now reduced to the soft peals of small bells as Raelynn allowed herself to press her forehead against the almost hot hard muscles of Deathwing's chest. She felt warm herself, feverish if she didn't know better, and by now, her head was swimming with the overwhelming desire he was soaking into her. His poison wasn't the only one, and even though Raelynn thought she had braced herself for the touch, she couldn't expect just how good it felt when he started to touch around her nether lips. Not quite on it, but enough to make her gasp and let out another choked moan against his chest as her arms tightened even more around his neck and her body pressed up more insistently against his. "Oh fuck you," she hissed out under her breath, feeling herself becoming even more soaked and wetter as time went on.

It was quick, too quick even. Naturally, she wouldn't have been this wet so abruptly, but once he started to whisper those sinful words into her ear and continued to play between her legs, Raelynn could feel herself drip as her mind sunk into depravity. How many times had she just laid there, gasping and soaking in the night as she fantasized, the extent of what she would allow herself? And now, he was teasing her, drawing her along the edge of the desire, and Raelynn was sure he could feel the moistness begin to soak through the leather and cloth covering it. Every touch was electricity, exhilarating, and she shuddered again, a whisper of another gasp on her lips to call out Deathwing again.

A little higher, a little to the left - her clit was throbbing, needing more touch on it, but yet, all she could do was push and roll her hips downwards against his touches. Raelynn was scarcely aware of what her body was even doing now; instincts had taken over, and even as she briefly tried to control herself, her body still wanted to grind down against that touch that would help sate her. Deathwing nibbling and playing with her ear was enough to make her grunt quietly, then jerk her head to press her lips against him aggressively. "It's all because of you," she replied back in another vehement hissed whisper against his mouth before sealing their lips together again. This time, the groan she gave him was louder, and the sweetness even more delicious than before. Her tongue swirled against her lips, opening her mouth to invite him in, and in the mounting lust of it all, continued to grind and press her body against whatever touches he could give her - the throbbing wetness between her legs beyond the layer of clothes that lusted for more than raking talon-tip touches and the way her covered breasts rubbed up against his chest. It was just all too much for her now, too hot, too much clothing on.

 

[darkest_fate]

"Does it feel like I'm bluffing?" the demon lord hissed, allowing a bit of his anger to leak into the tones. For as Raelynn's lust mounted, his own grew hungrier and hungrier. He could feel her leaning against his chest, feel the heat rising up within her. Not simply the heat, but the wet, that tell-tale sign of feminine lust building between two supposedly divine legs. Just knowing that he'd invoked such feelings within a person would've been enough to ratchet up Azondious's lust. Actually feeling it as the woman pressed against him, rolling her hips with raw need... and then knowing that said woman happened be Raelynn, it all made him hard enough for his erection to start becoming quite noticeable, especially as she needfully ground herself against him.

The hips moved toward his hand, and at first the demon drew the digits away. No need to give in just yet, after all. But he heard that vehement whisper, and he had to chuckle. His mouth opened for a reply, to point out that her statement hardly qualified as insulting, but he soon found his lips taken by hers. His eyes widened in momentary surprise at her sudden aggressiveness. He felt her tongue insisting, her mouth opening to his. For a few seconds, Raelynn led the charge in her own debauching, a fact that caused Azondious to grow harder than he could ever remember being.

He rallied. His mouth pressed back, opening. Soon Raelynn felt a demonic tongue slithering into her mouth. In many ways, the tongue matched a humans: a slick muscle with great control and taste. Most humans, however, could not extend their tongues as far as the average demon. Most humans could not twirl their tongue expertly, actively encircling another. Azondious did just that: his tongue literally wrapping itself around Raelynn's in a wrestle for dominance. His spittle, likely even more addictive than most, slid into her mouth as he pushed his own lips against him. Demonic hunger boiled and overflowed, driving his mouth to lash against hers.

He felt her grinding hips and pressed his hand down. His taloned touch dug into the fabric for a moment, shoving against her crotch. He rolled, shoving the fabric against her, literally dragging her own outfit against her needy sex. The hand massaged her groin, pushing hard, literally lifting the young warrioress off the floor. Raelynn would feel her booted feet leaving the stones as the lust demon literally held her a few inches from the ground, using gravity and her own writhing to grind her all the more against him. Then he began working, massaging, teasing all around the sensitive flesh even as his lips and tongue asserted full dominance and skill over her needy little mouth.

 

[TriniMad]

Kissing him again was simply just addicting. The first kiss compared nothing to this, now that her mind was clouded with lust, and the taste of him was utterly intoxicating. The men she had kissed before tasted of disgusting cheap wine or bad breath; Deathwing had neither of that, only a deep increasing sweetness that stole her breath away and made Raelynn gasp and moan against him even more. She could kiss him for hours, days, the dominance his tongue had over her as he pulled control away from her once again, and Raelynn was left thrilled and excited at the thought. Guilt and disgust had practically burnt away at the need for pleasure, and now, she gave herself over to him - the wet sounds of their mouths pressing and moving against each other, desiring more and more.

She had been so distracted by the kissing he gave her that Raelynn hadn't even cared to really whine or protest when his hand was pulled away; however, when they returned, it was enough to get another louder moan from her and an accompanying shiver of pleasure down her spine. He was using her now soaked clothes against her, rubbing it against her button and effectively making her just squirm and melt completely. It felt so good, so much better when she would pleasure herself - the combination of the lusting poison he had put into her and the general adrenaline of the situation made her cry out, muffled against his lips. Once she felt her feet leave the ground, her pulse sped up even more, gasping and still writhing against the hand pressed against her. The way he knew how to touch her, it was even more than what she knew how to do herself. He played her like a skilled musician would do to an instrument, plucking each string to make her moan and grind even more against him, and even intensifying the lust that was straining to break at her mind.

It was just mind numbing pleasure after more pleasure, yet Raelynn felt herself holding back subconsciously; she clutched at him, holding herself to him, but it wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough yet, and she tensed her body, the wanton need to be filled just aching inside of her. It was a raging internal battle; the lust was so powerful, it needed to be sated, yet years of control and resistance was still there, pushing back against it. With some amount of difficulty, Raelynn managed to pull her mouth away from Deathwing to catch her breath, eyes now wild and breath jagged as she stared at him for a moment. "Oh Deathwing, Deathwing," she cried softly against his lips, kissing him shallowly before breathing out the first time on her mind, the demands instinctive as she ground herself impatiently down on him, "More, give me more, more, fuck-"

She finally managed to pull away from the kiss and muffled her groans against his armored neck, a hand sliding down from his shoulders to run down his chest and torso. But she hadn't expected to feel his erection so near, straining against the taut rock-hard abs of his abdomen, and when her fingertips touched against the ridged yet soft head of his cock straining under the lifted loincloth, she jerked away in surprise and gasped, pulling her body away just slightly to glance down at it.

To say that Deathwing's member was big was an understatement; even if Raelynn was fairly inexperienced, she could tell that he was impressive just like the rest of him, far more than any mortal man could match in the slightest. Thick, long, and just persistent. "Oh fuck. Wow, oh fuck. You can't be fucking serious-" she panted out, eyes going wide up at his face again both in awe and anxiety as the realization struck her once again - Deathwing was going to pierce her, slide deep into her with that and he was going to take away the last part of herself. It was a terrifying yet exciting thought... Now, Raelynn just didn't even know what to think any more, notably feeling a touch of fear at the unknown of having a cock inside of her.

 

[darkest_fate]

Cries, gasps, lurching noises of pleasure, Azondious drew them from Raelynn as a maestro did an instrument. His fingers were those of a master and Raelynn was quickly proving to be the sweetest noise-maker he'd ever had the pleasure of working. The demon had anticipated this to some degree, counting on all that aggression and pent up pleasure; not to mention the raw sexuality he saw undercutting her tough image. Yet even he had not been fully ready for the raw want he had started to unearth in this dynamic woman. He could already feel his mind revising plans, trying to determine the best way to ensure that this needy creature became his.

Somehow she pulled away. Azondious panted, feeling her hot breath, hearing her words. "Yes," he hissed in response, feeling shallow kisses rain upon his lips. "Give into it, Raelynn," he drew the word across his lips as if tasting every syllable, letting it fall onto the struggling woman who groaned against him. his hands shifted to allow her to move again, and he felt her press against him for a moment.

The pillar of flesh jutting from between his legs could be called nothing else but a cock. It stood proudly at least as long as many men's forearms, a foot by some measures. Ridges much like the armored plating contoured around its flesh, giving it a marbled appearance, almost as if it had been craved from solid stone. Certainly it appeared sturdy enough, hard enough, to qualify such a description. Except stone did not pulse. It did not have blood flowing within it to make it seem to almost breathe on its own. Unlike a mortal, Azondious, at least in this form, had no visible testes: they would be slid against plating, protected in much the same manner as this impressive specimen. It was all too easy to see why Raelynn had offered up her pants.

"I am quite serious," he intoned, his eyes boring into hers. He moved his hips forward slightly, pressing his erection against hers. For most women, it cut from their groin to between their breasts, a sight that had actually caused at least one of Azondious's partners to faint outright. "I am going to take your body," he ran his hands possessively over it, before reaching to grab her ass again. His nails dug in, pulling her tight against him, "and I am going to skewer it with what you feel now." His hips rolled so she could feel it sliding, imitating the action. "Your tight little sex is going to feel each and every inch as I stretch it out. you'll feel your muscles and flesh stretching, your body reshaping itself for something you never could have dreamed of. Nerve endings never before touched will ignite with a fire fiercer than the hellish flames you have faced in combat. You will find your sex slick, wetter even than it is now. You will feel it press against your most secret of spots, dragging along your insides. It will deliver you screaming into the world of sensuality, and you will soon realize that no mortal man could dare give you such pleasures."

Azondious was, at this point, breathing hard and heavy. While he was very much the demon playboy, a devilish fiend who had taken several, this didn't cool his ardor. He wanted this icy woman who he pressed against him, wanted her with a ferocity that would not be denied. His nails ground her against him, while his lips again lowered. Wings now folded around them, as if shielding them from view, trapping them in their own lustfilled world. A mouth opened to yet again stake its claim, sliding a sinuous tongue within to seize the quick one that had delivered such barbs mere moments before. Azondious had every intent of driving away conscious thought, of leaving Raelynn quivering with want, of literally driving her toward the first of several "mini-deaths" she would experience at his call.

 

[TriniMad]

By now, her booted legs had wrapped around his waist, holding on to dear life because most likely if she didn't, her shuddering body would just fall to the ground if he didn't catch her. Raelynn could only stare as the giant pillar of flesh pressed up against her toned abdomen, the tip pressing and nudging between her large breasts, just enough to peek out over the mounds when Deathwing rolled his hips up against her. Of course, Raelynn was naturally a taller woman than most, but even then - no mortal man could match this monster that left her shuddering and grasping at him even more. It was obscene, lewd, past anything she had even imagined herself doing; yet, now drunk in the lust of the moment, she found herself just enjoying it all once Deathwing slid himself up, the sides of his thick shaft pressing and rubbing up against the inside of her large breasts.

It wasn't so much of what he was saying as how Deathwing sounded; sensual, powerful and confident. Raelynn had always liked people like such, and with Deathwing exactly her type and knowing exactly what she wanted... It wasn't a surprise how much she responded, moaning and becoming even more wetter at the tone of his voice, purring and low against her. But she was also listening to what he said, and the more he murmured, the more her fantasizes became reality; how many times had she woken up, moaning from a lustful sex dream where she could have a man pushing deep inside of her to take as his and only his, only to find herself covered in her own fluids between her legs and an aching empty feeling that just begged to be filled? Wasn't that fantasy about to be fulfilled right now, by the demon that held and had already been lighting her on fire, pushing her towards her limits?

The real question was Raelynn willing to give up her magic for him?

Raelynn knew the answer; her body screamed for it, and with the cock insistently against her torso, it was clear already. She loathed to part with herself, but to gain a part of him, to partake in the pleasures he promised her... Was it so bad? Perhaps it was the lust that was making her think, but the logical icy part of her mind that selfishly clung to her light magic was long squashed down by this raging fiery beast of lust that had awakened inside of her. Logic did not matter now any more, only emotions.

She wanted his cock, Raelynn wanted Deathwing. Before he could claim her mouth again, she breathed against him fervently, her flushed expression fully giving over to the lust, "Give it to me. Deathwing, please. If you're saying this much, then make it reality." Raelynn still had her feistiness inside of her, and she wasn't just content to just be kissing him only, sucking and making those lewd wet noises that only heightened the sexuality of the moment even more. No, her hands were active now with her legs securely around his waist and arching her hips up to grind her completely wet clothed crotch against the base of his cock, clenching her muscles to let her lips tighten and move against the shaft - even plated as it was, Raelynn had no doubt that it was as sensitive as any other cock, if not even more. At least, it offered some small relief to have her clit rubbing up against him, the words he whispered making her already throb even more.

Raelynn had always noticed Deathwing gazing at her chest, and practically every man she walked by gazed at it. Before, she used it as an object of desire, and if he was going to play at this game of temptation, so was she. One hand grabbed his wrist, and she pulled back slightly without breaking the kiss to press his palm against a breast, soft and just inviting to be played with if he wanted the constricting bra and clothes on top of it off. It was an invitation, a subtle nudge towards wanting to go somewhere they could indulge fully, not just stand around and grind on each other witlessly as they were now - still fully and frustratedly clothed.

The lust was thinking, and Raelynn was now a helpless victim to it, moaning against the demon. But it wasn't enough, not yet, not until he made good on his word. Her other hand teased him even further; sliding the hand in slightly shy fascination as she felt the ridges and bumps under her fingers as she squeezed tightly, then imagined it in her. It was enough that she struggled to free her tongue again, fighting harder this time to part from his mouth. After a moment, she managed to, gasping again with her chest heaving, and to make her point clear, squeezed him tightly around the tip with a finger rubbing against the leaking slit as she breathlessly and vehemently hissed against his lips, "Either we stand around here, or will you make your words into action, Deathwing? I'll still calling you on being a bluff if this is all you're going to be doing."

 

[darkest_fate]

Hot breath puffed against Azondious. He could feel it just before he'd claimed that mouth, heard the words as the woman he held in his grasp practically begged for him. How many times had lips moved to say those sweet words to him? Countless lips had parted countless times to say variants on the theme: take me. Yet each time still spoke directly to that lust within the demon. He was not one who had grown bored with the world, however he might have portrayed himself to Raelynn earlier. No, this was a demon who had learned the subtle variations within a voice, those trembling intonations and what they meant. And he had never, ever anticipated this.

He'd been hoping to take the woman. To thrust himself within her, to fill her with his seed, to make her his and to force her into that prophesied role. He'd anticipated her will, believed fully that he could surmount it, perhaps even turn it. But he had simply not anticipated the woman to be this sensual, to have this... this lustful being hidden behind that icy exterior. Despite himself Azondious felt her words igniting lusts in him that spoke to the core of his very existence, his being as a creature of raw lust. He could feel the legs wrapped tight about him, practically demanding he fulfill his promises. More pertinently, he could feel a hot sex pressing against him. A layer of protective cloth separated plated dick from virgin sex. Yet somehow Azondious could actually feel Raelynn flexing against him, forcing her nether region to actually kiss against his cock. He ground back in return, feeling the pressure of his massive member against it.

To further his surprise, the demon found his hand placed upon a breast. His eyes actually widened slightly, again impressed by her forwardness, her daring. Virgins did not, as a whole, invite lust demons to touch their breasts. He responded in kind, squeezing and moving the flesh. His talons began to pierce just in places, shredding the thinner bits to rake against the softer flesh beneath. He clearly still managed, somehow, to hold back from simply tearing his hand down and completely disrobing this frustrating woman. No, that would somehow be giving her what she wanted, and he wanted to prove his skills.

Raelynn made that... difficult. The demon growled as he felt her hand taking his member fully. Yes, the plates protected, but he could still feel her as she worked her way through the bumps and folds. His cock pulsed with need, a bit of liquid now starting to seep from its massive top. Yet he kept his tongue working, his mouth enforcing his command of the situation, of her, until, that is, she pulled away from him.

Hissed words fell from those lips, and the demon chuckled. "Is this Raelynn, spellblade of light, that speaks to Deathwing, demon of lust and fear, so boldly?" he rasped. His hands began working, teasing her flesh again. Talons dug into soft-breastflesh, testing, taunting, feeling. He rolled his palm, dragging her garb against her. "Why is it that you humans are so desperate, hm?" he lowered his lips, again taking hers for a few kisses while he worked his hand to massage against her breast. "Your life is not so short as to not fully enjoy yourself," he whispered onto the lips as he parted. His hand went lower, grabbing her rear. The demon pulled her forward, grinding her up and down his cock. He began using Raelynn's body effectively as a sleeve for himself, pulling her torso up and down against him. Except that he seemed to have some purpose, circling the hips, grinding her in specific locations. His cock pulsed and seemed to send a little shock directly to a very specific spot.

"Besides," he said, moving to lock eyes with the mortal, "it strikes me that the one demanding satisfaction is likely the one who needs it most. Are you already burning with that intense of a lust, Raelynn the spellblade?" with each syllable of her name, little bursts of energy coursed from the throbbing phallus, leaking into the woman. This was not a man: men did not possess dark magics that leaked into their coupling, that intensified, warping pain and discomfort into still more pleasure. "I have no reason to rush, unless you'd like to give me one?" he said, before moving down to yet again kiss his way down her throat, all while his hand massaged her impressive bust through her increasingly shredded clothing, and his mammoth member surged against her already soaked sex.

 

[TriniMad]

Raelynn was naturally a busy and impatient woman; she did whatever she wanted right then, and once done, moved on to the next. That way, she reasoned that she could enjoy and experience as much as possible in the least amount of time, and the fact that Deathwing wanted to keep it slow and continue with this infernal teasing was enough to slowly drive her mad with lust at the moment. She was like in sex as she was in everything else after all.

Her irritation was punctuated with the overwhelming lust that managed to dull and muffle most of her normally sharp edge to her voice and action, but with Deathwing's hands and body all over hers, Raelynn only wanted more. Patience was not a virtue of hers, and practically no one could teach her that the turtle always won the hare; she as the hare always won in the end. "When have I not spoken to you boldly? I don't recall ever mewling or being ever lady-like to the likes of you," she panted in response, snorting a little through the pleasure and the touches at the hazy thought of herself being all prim and proper - Raelynn wouldn't have been a warrior, hadn't been saving the world, and would definitely not be grinding against and letting this demon lord explore her body to her satisfaction. The kisses, however, she accepted gladly, greedily licking the addicting taste of his mouth with soft muted moans as her lust ramped up once more. "Why are we so desperate? Why are you even asking humanity as a whole? You should have just asked why I'm impatient," she snapped quietly at the demon, still grinding her wet crotch in long deep strokes against the hot base of his cock. Raelynn was in no mood to be philosophical, and the lust was doing a fine job of snapping away the last of her patience.

However, what the demon did next effectively took her breath, and Raelynn's eyes widened down at the sight of his massive cock pushing up between her breasts -manipulating and taking advantage of her ample chest to push up between them. It was almost hypnotic the way she watched the tip leak the clear liquid, but what came after felt even better; it reduced the female to a mildly shuddering wreck as she felt it splatter between her breasts and leave them glistening with the magical pre-cum. If it wasn't obvious by now, Raelynn hardly fit in the image of a blushing virgin; she might not had sex before, but her impetuous boldness was more to compensate as she reached a hand between her breasts to swipe a finger curiously against the fluid. Just even having it on her finger gave a pleasant tingling feeling, but as Raelynn felt the demon's eyes fix on her, she licked the finger clean curiously, letting the pre-cum sit on her tongue and spread the equally pleasurable feeling in her mouth.

"Mm, fuck- Is the fact that I want your cock so badly not enough of a reason? You were the one who caused all this, and-" Raelynn had never been that eloquent with her words, and it was obviously difficult to concentrate with the massive member continuing to push between her breasts. She continued to pant heavily, her moans halfway through impatient growls as she could feel the demon kiss against her neck; he caused all this, and perhaps Deathwing had given her too much, enough to drive her positively crazy with the lust now - as if Raelynn wasn't brash enough without it.

Now, one of her hands grabbed his upswept horn, pulling her body up higher easily; she was both flexible and strong, and even as she was allowing the demon to take most of the power at the moment, this small amount of control was enough to make her moan and smirk again. Her eyes gazed at him intensely, almost challengingly, and Raelynn found power in the lust to forcefully add to grinding her body even more intently the completely stiff cock trapped between their bodies. Her body just yearned and ached to be filled, murmuring hotly against in his ear in a low growl, "What about you, Deathwing, demon of fucking lust and fear? Aren't you lusting that intently after me too?"

 

[darkest_fate]

True, the warrioress had been bold, but bravery on the battlefield translated rarely into bravery in the bedroom. Azondious had seen it time and time again: fierce fighters turned into mewling babes as soon as you began touching their skin. Peel back armor, peel back weapons, peel back clothing, and you found a desperate human beneath most. Yet this one had that inner fire, refused to "mewl" for him, or so she claimed. He took those defiant lips in his once more, pouring more fire into the woman. His magics would most certainly enhance the experience, as he knew, but he wondered if she was blaming what happened almost entirely upon that. For he knew better: he only enhanced what was already there, adding more sensation and made things more delicate. The slight addictive quality to his fluids, the slight aphrodisiac, wouldn't have turned just any woman into this sexual minx.

A wet crotch ground in a hard stroke against the pillar. The demon actually groaned at the sensation, and he was beginning to become less surprised at this. he could feel the fluid pulsing from the tip of his cock, but even feeling it left him slightly surprised for seeing it splattering against those breasts. The demon's hungry eyes stared at the heaving orbs, already slightly smattered, slightly claimed by his own seed. He wanted to bathe her in it, to let the entire demonic world know that she was his. His cock pulsed all the stronger at the very thought of it, another rumble growing in his chest.

The gesture caught his attention, his eyes went to her, and he watched as she stuck it inside her mouth. Another spurt of precum leaked just from watching, almost instantly replacing what she'd worked off. "I am not wholly to blame for this," he growled in response, knowing he was starting to lose his cool even as he drove more hot kisses. His cock demanded what Raelynn's body wanted: to be sheathed inside this impressive woman. Each passing second it did not receive its demands caused it to leak and strain all the more, demanding that he give in. A lesser demon would have, but he was Azondious the Deathwing, demonic master of lust and fear and he would not give in.

A fact that he reminded himself of as she literally reached up and used his horn as some sort of grip to grind. The new position caused new sensation, rocketing into Azondious and fueling his inner fires. The glowing eyes pulsed with lust now as he met that defiant steely gaze. More hot growls left. "My lust for you dwarfs your own," the demon growled, again raking his hands along her form, feeling the contours and curves. His talons began catching more on studs and pieces, as his care had started to slip. They went to those breasts, shoving them forward, creating a more noticeable valley for his cock, enjoying the soft flesh as it nestled against him. "Are you so desperate for your world to be shattered, virgin maiden? Yes, I know," he growled, staring down at her, his own hips grinding against hers. "I also know that I break succubi. You do not know with what you meddle, beautiful mortal. Continue to taunt me at your peril, for you will unleash a force you are not prepared for," he smiled at her then, a predator's smile, the type that filled the nightmares of lesser beings. This smile continued as those lips yet again lowered, to take hers, pouring more of his fiery lust into the lip lock as his wings enveloped. He pulled her up a little more, not that she had been touching floor for some time, and let her slide against him, rocking her against his fiercely pulsing cock.

 

[TriniMad]

Raelynn could be painfully selfish, and for the moment, with the addition of the lust pulsing through her veins, she could use it to her advantage. Already, she was already starting to notice a pattern with Deathwing; he was eloquent, twisting her words to set her on fire, and allowed her to continue to blaze uncontrollably until she became the wildfire that she was now. Raelynn was all sorts of extremes; never a mild person, she had fluctuated and wildly swung from being absolutely against sex, but now couldn't help but give into the repressed instincts that she had been forcing back as they surged forward so powerful that she couldn't even control them any more. The fire Deathwing had given her was the spark, and now he could play with the fire that was the consequence of their mutual desire towards each other.

The way his eyes now flared red with lust was both intimidating and absolutely sexy; it was the red hot flames of lust that flared in him too, and they shared the passionate fire together, kissing and pressing against one another. The more Raelynn gazed down, the more she saw his cock spurt pre-cum, slicking and coating between her breasts, and it was almost fascinating. Raelynn almost didn't even care that he was ripping apart her outfit, and the more he massaged and played with her breasts, the more sensitive they became. It must have been a combination of the aphrodisiac and her own heightened lust by now, but she could only moan, revealing in the feeling of him sliding between her soft breasts with the touches he pressed against them.

But yet, he still didn't give in. Not yet, and she hissed at the way he was hinting at how. Was he warning or taunting her back? Her frustration was continuing to mount with each growing moment, and Raelynn's hand tightened around his horn, using his push upwards to pull herself upwards even more to be able to now gaze him in the eye. The smile Deathwing gave her had the effect that only a minority, the fearless type like Raelynn was, felt; it was actually more than arousing, and with that smile, she shot another challenging smirk right back at the demons. People sang of her fearlessness, the way that she stared gods in the eyes and challenged their corrupted rule, and even now, rubbing her soaked crotch against a demon lord's shaft, she was still fearless. "Does it? You must be bluffing because I see no sign of it, Deathwing," she hissed back, moving her body from side to side to slide up and down the shaft in a more interesting way; it also had the effect of increasing the pleasure to her clothed nether lips, earning another low moan of pleasure. "And when I walked into here, I believe I already unleashed a force I wasn't prepared for either."

Raelynn easily kissed him back, the grip on his horn keeping her aloft higher than before; she was high enough now that only the tip of his cock was squeezed between her breasts, but the precum continued to leak upwards, spreading through the nearly torn mesh fabric of the top over her bra. She wasn't imagining when she thought he was leaking more and more, and after puling away, Raelynn now had a new wave of warm wetness that moistened the thick pillar of flesh her body wanted so badly to be inside of her. She was goading the bull, or more correctly, the demon, grabbing him by the horns and most likely enraging him even more. This wasn't the time to be questioning if that was a good decision or not; once he had kissed her, all of that reasoning had no place between their sex hungry bodies, hers still pleasuring and pushing against the giant shaft of the demon. "I think you were named aptly, Deathwing. Demon of lust and fear, but not of sex, seeing as you're so reluctant even to take me with all of your talk beforehand," she gritted out, groaning and panting heavily as her other hand gripped his other horn. This was a challenge, admittedly the hardest one she had ever faced with a lust-addled mind, and Raelynn never backed down from a challenge - ever. "Don't bullshit me with your scary shit talk. Just fuck me then, Deathwing."

 

[darkest_fate]

By all the powers, this woman! Azondious could not believe his sight as she literally used his body to hoist her own heaving form up. Their eyes met, his blazing lustfilled ones that terrified so many staring down into her defiant blues. His lips had twisted into that smile that he knew would chill her gut, and she fired back with the fearless smirk that had been lauded in song. All the while she rubbed her soaked, likely aching sex against his leaking cock. The comment had him chuckling, watching as she undulated against him. Gone was the defiant prude, and in her place now ground a wanton woman, well possessed of her sexuality.

And again they kissed, drawing moans from one another. His lips drew from her fire, fanning those flames he had sparked within her still anew. He could feel his pulsing member continue to reward her efforts with almost a gross amount of his fluids. As he looked down, he saw her breasts already glistening. But the look did not last long, as he found her kissing and demanding him, more needy than most succubi after several sessions with him. He stared at her as she defied him once more, even as she levered her body against him.

"Fine," he rumbled, his voice hitting a new lower pitch that almost literally shook the room around them. "No more talk," he shifted. He moved so that her grip held her against him. A hand lowered to her sex. It did not tease, not this time. The taloned fingers instead flicked deftly, and soon Raelynn would find the confining leather parting before her, opening up her sex to him for the first time. He gave her a few seconds of realization, to feel the warm air of the room, heated so by their bodies, kiss her soaked lips, tease the folds of her virginal sex. This would be the last time her sex would be bared and still remain "innocent."

The demon drew the taloned hand along, finding the wet folds, teasing against her for several seconds. He then reached around, grabbing once again at that ass. He lifted the human up, tilting his head back, still keeping her eyes gazed. Her feet had more than left the floor, now nearly circling around his impressive chest, booted heels likely linking just below his wings. The demon stared with its lustfilled gaze into her. Then he shifted his hips. The sloped head of his impressive pillar worked against her sex. It pulsed at that merest touch, anointing her virgin loins with just a hint of his fluids. The demon smiled up at his prize, his grip shifting, taking her hips, wrapping his taloned fingers around till they nearly met in front and behind.

The pulsing head of demonic cock pressed against the sex of the spellsword of light. The demon demonstrated his strength, both of will and of body, by merely holding her there, letting her arousal drip onto him, running along the contours of his ridged cock. "Say farewell to your purity, Raelynn," the demon rumbled, before he began bringing his hands steadily down. There would be no teasing, no bashful fumbling like so many did with a girl as beautiful and inexperienced as Raelynn. He would not pause to ensure his head didn't hurt, that he would fit. He simply pulled, slowly, sinking her onto his throbbing cock. Already he could feel his tip piercing into her tightness, beginning the act he had described in such vivid detail mere moments before.

 

[TriniMad]

Part of Raelynn couldn't help but be taken back slightly by how Deathwing had just instantly went along with what she had demanded of him - not after he had slid past so effortless past her frustrated attempts. It was enough that when he rumbled out his consent, she could only blink with wide shocked blue eyes at him for a moment, and then was thrust into the moment as Raelynn felt herself holding onto his muscular body just by her own sheer strength; she was clutching onto his horns, her soaked breasts lifted and heaving that it enticingly hung just slightly below his jaw. But she hardly even noticed her breasts when with a gasp, Deathwing had just as easily, opened her outfit to let the puffy lips of her crotch be exposed to the air, glistening in her own fluids that dripped onto his taloned fingers. Raelynn only managed to moan out in a gasping breath, murmuring against his hot mouth as her hips naturally moved in the clutches of the lust against his fingers, "Holy fuck, you're actually-"

Raelynn didn't get a chance to reply once she felt his fingers pressing against her wet folds, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine at the way he teased at her; for being a demon, Deathwing was notoriously gentle and skilled, enough that all she could do for the moment was clutch at him, hissing out her approval and pleasure. But of course, it didn't last forever, and having been slightly overwhelmed by the pleasure finally being touched without the impeding obstacle of clothes between them, she didn't realize that he was going to have her ride him. Deathwing was going to be standing up, letting gravity sink her virgin body onto his massive pillar, and for his cock to sink deep inside of her.

She held onto him, shuddering slightly as Raelynn was left speechless once again, her mouth left open and eyes wide down at him in sheer stunned shock; the feeling of a cock, so eager and alive, twitching and spurting that pleasurable pre-cum against her equally yearning sex was enough to make her pant even heavier. The gaze that they shared was one that she didn't want to break, and in the back of her mind, a small voice whispered that this must be as special for Deathwing as it was going to be for her - for different reasons, but with as much passion. But then, the demon smiled, and it stirred something inside of her; that was a victorious smile that he gave her, and the former huntress was now the hunted. But did she care? Perhaps she did, just for a moment, a semblance of her old mentality returned, and fiercely whispered in her mind that this was it; Raelynn had to strike now before he took her magic and-

It was too late.

She could distinctively feel the shape of his cock press against her wet folds, her body so greedily wanting to accept it into her; Raelynn was young, and after so long of denying what her basic instincts were, it latched onto the forbidden fruit that was just there, waiting to be plucked; more specifically, to be pushed inside of her and claiming her as his because Raelynn's sex was the forbidden fruit, not him. In those moments as he suspended her there, Raelynn was helpless to try and struggle against Deathwing; she briefly tried with a squirm of what she didn't even know she was trying to accomplish, but the demon held her securely in her clutches. Those six words never sounded more ominous, and in one moment of clarity, all of the fear and selfishness rushed back into Raelynn's mind that she gasped as her eyes widened. Then he pushed into her, and all of the horror stories she had heard and scoffed from deflowered virgins came whispering into Raelynn's hear; how much it hurt, how uncomfortable it was, and how much she would bleed at the mercy of the man's cock and his pleasure.

She waited for the pain, for the negativity that surrounded virgin sex... And felt nothing. Nothing but pleasure, a warming almost glowing sensation that made Raelynn moan as she could feel her body starting to stretch, holding tightly to its original shape around the ridged cock as it slid inside of her. She felt every ridge, every bump on that muscular pillar of flesh the more it pushed inside of her, claiming the spellsword as the demon lord's. When he had ripped through her virginity, she didn't know, but by now, the leaking pre-cum that the monstrous cock pumped into her to slick her tight walls was doing its job; no virgin would have sex this pleasurable and vivid as Raelynn was about to experience with the one and only Deathwing, demon lord of pleasure and fear.

For her, there was no fear, only pleasure. The more she was pushed down on his massive length, the more it grew until Raelynn couldn't help the soft cry of his name as she slid her arms down to hold around his muscular neck once again, pierced on the demon's cock. Even then, not all of it was yet inside of her; Raelynn was gifted that she was a tall woman, and perhaps, there was a chance if Deathwing wanted to take it, that he could fit her to the hilt. After all, she didn't know of his surprise later on, but for now, just with the cock pulsing and filling inside of her, it was enough to make the female moan and squirm as much as possible in his hold. Her sex clung tightly around him, holding onto every ridge and every fold of his armored shaft, and her body welcomed the feeling of being claimed like this. But it wasn't yet filled, and Raelynn knew it, enough that she whispered in a low hiss against Deathwing's lips before sealing their lips together, transfixed in their mutual pleasure with her body pressing tightly up against the demon's.

"More. Give me more, Deathwing."

He was right after all. This was only a pleasure that a demonic cock like his could give her, and no mortal man could ever sate Raelynn the same way ever again - as if she would want any other man now...