It was a dark and dreary day on the Dire side of the battlefield. The Radiant ancient had dispatched one of its most fiery agents deep inside the enemy forest on what was to be primarily a scouting mission. Lina, the Slayer, was eager for a chance to prove herself. She had recently been accused of being a traitor by her oh-so-dear sister. Whilst the accusation was of course completely made up, it still put Lina in a bad spotlight.

The Slayer roamed around the dark, creepy Dire forest, keeping track of all she encountered. She kept a brisk pace, wanting to get out of there without getting discovered and having to fight. Her mission was almost complete. All that was left to map was a small camp near the northern exit of the forest. As she approached the camp, however, something weird approached her.

It looked as though it was a flying spirit of some sorts. Lina readied herself to fight the image, but instead of attacking her, it simply landed right in front of her. The Slayer stared at the weird ethereal being. It stood lifeless for a few seconds, before raising its large hoof, and stomping it down on the ground with surprising ferocity. So fierce was the stomp, that a large shockwave emanated, with the astral spirit at the center of the wave.

Lina was standing too close to the spirit to escape the wave of eldritch force. As it hit her, her body went numb, her brain went blank and her sight went black. Lina fainted on the spot.

Many hours later, Lina finally opened her heavy eyelids once more. The first thing she noticed was the fact that she was no longer in the forest. Through the dim light she could make out she was in a cell of sorts. She was dangling from the ceiling, to which her arms had been bound by thick metal chains. The tips of her toes barely touched the ground. Her entire body felt rather sore.

Suddenly, two realizations hit her like a tusk hitting a goblin. First off was the fact she was naked -- a fact her awakening mind had blotted out until now. Quickly thereafter, she became aware of a thick, warm fluid slowly dripping from her sore cunt. Whatever foul beasts had captured her had taken advantage of her while she was knocked out! Not just once, either. She could feel a large amount of dried up jizz staining her thighs. The overpowering smell of the stuff assaulted her nose, causing her to retch.

Mortified by her situation, she attempted to call out for help, only to find that she had been ball-gagged as well! Getting more desperate with every passing moment, she started to struggle in vain against the heavy chains binding her. She could hear a pair of heavy footsteps coming from the hallway leading towards her cell. As the metal door swung open, a deep voice spoke.
"You're lucky, Lion. She's awake for your go. It's always more fun when they struggle. Fifteen minutes."

Lion nodded, before stepping into the Slayer's cell. The door was closed behind him, and securely locked. He slowly walked around Lina, inspecting her thoroughly, gingerly squeezing one of her breasts with his humanlike hand. Lina continued to struggle against the chains, attempting to shout at Lion through her ballgag. The only sounds that managed to escape were muffled insults and high pitched pleading noises.

The Demon Witch disregarded the Slayer's attempts to communicate. He circled her a few more times, before coming to a halt behind her. He took hold of her legs with his hands, and forced them apart. "So filthy. I'll have to clean you first." he remarked, noticing the mess between her legs. He knelt down, and keeping her legs spread, he lapped at her folds with his long, demonic tongue, licking up quite a lot of both the still liquid and the already dried up cum.

While Lina was in no way planning to cooperate, the wet tongue did feel somewhat good on her aching slit. It seemed to somewhat dull the sore pain, and she'd much rather have her thighs be coated in spit than spunk. As Lion continued to lick, she even became a little grateful for the attentive cleaning. Whoever used her previously had obviously not been so kind.

A few minutes later, Lion pulled back his face, a bit of the more fresher semen having spilled on his nose. He rose to his feet once more, and resumed fondling one of the Slayer's breasts from behind, using his demonic hand to undo his loincloth in the meanwhile. As soon as he was fully naked, he pressed his body closer to hers, the tip of his thick, but not very long member resting against her weary cunt.

Lion gave Lina a sickly long, broad lick along her neck. Resting his head on her shoulder, he whispered:
"You're going to be my first...I'm going to enjoy this."
With that, he thrust his hips forward, piercing the Slayer's already well used folds with the thick, purple head of his member, quickly followed by the rather small, but still thick shaft. Once firmly lodged inside of her, the inexperience Demon Witch gingerly began to slowly thrust in and out of her.

Altough she wasn't very tight, Lion was in heaven. Lina's fiery hot folds felt so much better than even the warm confines of his demon-hand! "Oh hell yes!" he grunted, continuing to squeeze and rub Lina's tit as he rapidly cranked up the pace. Loud squishing sounds fill the room as his pelvis smacks against her shapely butt, time after time again.

The sensation was much less pleasant for the Slayer. Her twat ached considerably from all the previous abuse, and every thrust the Demon Witch only served to chafe her insides even further. As she tried desperately not to think of what was happening, only one thing that could even slightly distract her crossed her mind. A single somewhat happy thought amidst a sea of panic, distress and pain. "It's kind of cute how hard he's trying."

Some might call it Stockholm syndrome, but Lina was actually feeling somewhat sorry for Lion. His horrible disfigurement made him not so very popular with the girls, and if he was ever going to have sex, this was probably the only way. Plus he at least made sure to clean her, and lube her up a bit with his spit before fucking her. If the circumstances were different, she might have even liked it.

As Lina drifted off mentally, Lion was quickly reaching his end. He panted deeply, licking Lina's cheek as he let out a long, deep grunt. He thrust his member as deep inside as it would go, before reaching his climax, a large amount of his tainted seed squirting out of his member. He kept himself inside of her for the entire duration of his climax, his cum spilling out liberally as he finally pulled out.

Just as Lion was basking in the afterglow of his first fuck, the cell door swung open just as before. "Time's up!" the same heavy voice shouted. Lion whispered to Lina: "Sorry to leave you as dirty as I found you, but I'm out of gold and I don't feel like fighting the entire Dire slaving company on my own. I'll come back here when I make some more and buy you free. Don't break until then."

"Hurry up! You're holding up the line!" the voice repeated, audibly upset. Planting one last kiss on the Slayer's cheek, Lion deftly donned his loincloth once more, before leaving his chained love behind, using his Finger of Death on one of the guard-imps that looked at him the wrong way before exiting the large compound.