On trek up a steep and dark mountain, Lion, the demon witch was on his way carrying a hefty amount of equipment. His wand was along the small armory on Lion’s back so he was defenseless especially since he was moving so slow due to the weight. Thankfully, Lucifer, the Doombringer, was out in front with his usual attire except for most of his upper body armor which Lion was carrying. “I see a good camp site near.”, said the large demon started to walk faster to scout ahead, leaving the demon witch behind to limp forwards. Lucifer came to an old campsite, looking around the rather isolated grounds. Multiple logs for resting and an unlit campfire, more than sufficient for two demonic figures. Inching ever closer to where Doom was, Lion reached a nearby log, setting down the large sack of equipment. The demon witch sat back with his feet, visually pulsating in pain, groaning slightly. After lighting the campfire, the Doombringer turned to Lion and noticed he was in pain, so Doom rushed over to kneel before the demon witch and started to massage Lion’s feet with his hands. A soothed sigh rolled through Lion before he kicked Doom across the jaw.
“Who told you to fucking touch me?”, growled out the demon witch.
Doom stayed kneeled down with his face looking at the ground slightly cowering, “Nobody, Master. I can never beg long enough for you forgiveness.”
A devilish grin ran across Lion’s face as the Doombringer groveled before him. Taking a sore foot off the ground, Lion proceeded to rub his dirty feet over Doom’s face speaking, “Act without my command again and you can find another master, you lowly thing, understood?”
“Understood, Master.”
“Good. Now ease my pain, cur.”, commanded Lion as he took his feet off of Doom’s face allowing him to massage them deeply. Growls of pleasure rolled through Lion as his stubby feet had strong hands pressed deeply into worn soles, ever-so tender they were from the long trek. The demon witch’s toe curled and twitched as Doom pressed down firmly minimize the blood flow to his master’s feet. Hands moved up to Lion’s ankles which were wrought with pain as well, which the demon witch allowed as both his legs were in agony. Lion focused less on keeping Doom in line and more on his legs getting therapeutic attention. With Doom working over Lion’s lower body, the demon witch closed his eyes and let the pain leave his legs. The heat Lion felt seemed as if it went to another place entirely.
“Uh, Master, you seem to be aroused.”, commented Doom as Lion came to his senses, noticing his loincloth pitched by a chubby erection. Shuffling defensively, the demon witch pulled on one of Doom’s horns and held it his head close to his crotch so that the Doombringer could feel Lion’s throbbing erection on his face.
Doom heard a long sigh come from Lion before he spoke. “My legs are in pain and you focus on my privates. How perverted.”
“After tasting forbidden fruit, it is hard to resist. Forgive me.”, whispered Doom as he sat there with Lion’s precum dribbling down his face. The longer the Doombringer held his position, the deeper his needy panting became. Doom’s hot breath tickled at Lion’s cock, which twitched intensely. Suddenly, the demon witch shoved his member into Doom’s maw, who reacted negatively at first, but slowly started to work the cock in his mouth with his tongue. Lacking lips, Doom depended on his tongue to please Lion. A tongue that went all around, over and under the demon witch’s member, going over each inch of skin slowly and carefully. The demon witch snarled positively as he gently thrusted into Doom’s mouth, but promptly feeling himself getting a little too excited so Lion pulled out of the large demon’s mouth.
The witch shuffled down to the ground to lay on his back, erection ever tall, as he spoke, “It’s about time you stripped for me.”. With a small amount of hesitation the large demon started to peel himself from his armor, Starting with his breastplate, Doom unbuckled himself to revealing solid pectorals and a perfect set of abdominals. Doombringer moved to remove his pauldrons next, but Lion cooed him to faulds and crotchplate. Moments later, Doom’s crotch was in plain sight, showing that he was sporting an erection as well. Satisfied with the sight before him, Lion prompted the large demon to take a seat to pleasure his master. Doom straddled himself over Lion’s cock, teasing his anus with the cock head, facing his master. “Oh, that’s nice, but I think it’s time we got started.”, said Lion with a wicked sneer. Doom nodded meekly as he slowly started to take Lion’s cock into his rear, moaning louder and louder as he took in every inch. A smooth rhythm was maintained when the Doombringer brought his hips up and down with a firm but steady force over the demon witch’s crotch. Letting his slave do all the work, Lion layed back, reveling in the pleasure. Doom’s insides felt downright sinful, making Lion snarl lewdly.  Seeing the large demon in such a pathetic state, made Lion chuckle before he realized Doom had quicken his pace. The large demon let a deep moan roll through his entire body as he reached climax, slapping his thick along Lion’s torso, turning on Doom even more.  Lion growled with immense pleasure as he began thrusting into the large demon’s ass, clawing deep into Doom’s waist.
Lust was thick in the air as Doom worked Lion’s cock all the way into his ass, ejaculating with passion all over the demon witch. The large demon shivered when aftershocks of physical delight crawled down his back before realizing his previous error. “Master, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…”, rattled off Doom noticing that Lion had fell asleep, worn out from the intercourse. Lion’s face didn’t have it’s usual facade. It was cool and relaxed, completely unlike the demon witch, but Doom knew as long as Lion was happy, so was he.
"Could you slow down for a sec?"

"I thought you could handle this."

"I can. Just--"

"Hold on for a bit. It'll be over soon enough.", Doom cooed softly as he mounted Lion from behind in a forested thicket of another battlefield devastated by the Ancients. The two took to their lane as usual and eventually lost control so they decided to mess around out of sight. Usually Lion would be thrusting into Doom, but the demon was working his hips deeply into the witch's rear for a change of pace. Clawing at the ground, Lion briefly fought against Lucifer's heavy plowing. The witch had denied the demon from sexual release to tease him, but in the end things backfired and now Lion was getting ravaged like he couldn't believe. Doom took his time enjoying the tight hole, slowly working his thick cock in and out as he held Lion in position to smoothly move back and forth. Rhythmic thrusts made the witch growl with pleasure which he tried to stifle. Lion was embarrassed that taking up the ass wracked his body so much. Needy thrusts quaked through Lion, hitting spots inside him even he didn't know he had and it drove him wild as he was leaking precum for the longest amount of time. Reaching his limit, Lion came purely from being fucked. Doom thrusted back and forth and pulled out at the last second to cum over all over Lion's ass.

The Dire Ancient had fallen since Lion and Doom took their own recreations. Demonic figures layed down on the grass with a sleeping Lucifer holding Lion close, but all Lion wanted to do was get away. Time together is appreciated, Lion just needed time alone. Not next to a clingy demon, wrapping a strong arm around the witch. Wriggling from the tight grip, Lion got up to see Doom clutching at nothing. A brief scoff fell over the scene, as Lion walked off without saying goodbye. He had time to mess around, but cuddling afterwards wasn't Lion's style. Gouging his own eyes out sounded more favorable, but Doom was already out of sight so the witch could calm down. Walking away from the battlefield of a lost war, Lion was free to do whatever he felt like free of that Doom constantly worrying about him. The witch could fry most opposition; he just needed Lucifer for the rest. As much as Lion didn't want to admit it, but the Doombringer brought certain swagger to fights only he could offer. Maybe that's what made the witch consider laying with the demon in the first place or maybe it was because saying 'No' to a someone with a flaming sword seemed like a bad idea. Whatever the case, this was Lion's chance to walk away with a slight chill rolling through him.

Lion strided forward with Doom long behind him. Never stopping, the witch did his best to keep going as it got colder. Regardless of his lacking attire, Lion wasn't actually that cold, but getting somewhere not potentially freezing would be best. A town in the distance caught Lion's eye. It wasn't fancy looking, though if it had an inn it would have to do. The wind picked up as snow started to fall, speeding the pace of the witch. Lion was never overjoyed when winter rolled around, it always caused him to seek warmth like a helpless cub. A good fire would be nice or a warm meal would be better. Honestly, anything warm would be nice right now.

"Lucifer's warm.", Lion stopped as that thought settled in. Dirt and snow flew about as the witch kicked it around, becoming frustrated with himself. Doom changed him, quelling the anger that drove Lion and replaced it with something vulnerable. It wasn't a bad feeling, it was just Doom started being excessive about being protective and that made Lion feel weak. As if he couldn't fight for himself, but the Ancients drew only mighty individuals so Lion should be as strong as the rest of them. Lion shouldn't need anyone. He shouldn't want Lucifer. The witch let the cold wind blow over him, shuffling forward towards the town he saw earlier with a certain tenacity gone from his steps.

A blizzard obscured Lion's vision of the town from afar, so when he came into the twist of buildings abandonment was strife all around. Walking through the streets of the worn structures Lion tried to find suitable refuge to wait out the storm, until some place with large walls took the witch's interest, Lion barged in, closing the door behind him. After taking time to warm up Lion saw that he was residing in a church of some sort; dressed from the ceiling to the floor with draperies and angelic statues. Taking the all knowing ones's blessing with a grain of salt, the witch ripped down a tapestry to wrap himself in and softly fell to the floor. Slumber creeped over Lion as the warmth of his body returned, thoughts of anything but the cold to lull himself to sleep.

"Probably won't find anybody else to put up with your shitty attitude.", Lion stared at the ceiling unable to sleep, the thought resounding in his mind infinitely as the witch's groaning echoed within the hollowed grounds. As much as he wanted to deny it, Lion yearned for Lucifer. At least after the storm so he wouldn't freeze to death.  Lion felt weird about what Lucifer was doing to him. Heart racing, palm sweating, mind wandering about the demon's muscular form. To throw such companionship away due to mild inconveniences is a waste. At the closest chance Lion would apologize for leaving. Not because Lion thought Lucifer to forgive, but to make sure the demon wouldn't completely push him out of his life. If that were to happen Lion truly wouldn't know what to do with himself. Tears welled up in the witch's eyes trying to remember Lucifer's hold that he foolishly took for granted, the tapestry letting Lion finally rest.

Stirring slightly, Lion took his time to fully wake up. The warmth of his surroundings urged the witch to bring it closer a little longer before getting up. Lion latched to the heat before a strong hand rolled over his head. Shocked at the sensation, the witch looked up to see that he was cradled in Doom's arms.

"My apologies, but you were shivering in your slumber", Doom mentioned. Lion's emotional ordeal was entirely in his head; nothing had changed so there was no reason to act differently from before.

"You're touching me a lot.", Lion commented. A quiet sigh left Doom's lips as he moved to let Lion stand on his own, but was hindered by the witch's grip. "...I didn't say stop.", Lion coiled closer to the demon. Taken back Lucifer held Lion with concern knowing whatever he was dreaming about must've rattle him. The witch would be back to his normal self in no time, but until then Lucifer would gladly cover any vulnerability Lion had.