It was a rather peaceful time in the woods on the Dire side of the river. Leshrac hated it. Far too little chaos. No torment. No decay. In an attempt to amuse himself, he used his powerful elemental magic to lay waste to a few of the idle creep camps. While certainly entertaining for a while, the small minded creatures did not last long against the Tormented Soul. He needed bigger prey. Something that could put up a fight.

Lyralei, the Windrunner, was having an equally boring day. The Ancient she was fighting for had directed her to place wards along the northern part of the river, and that was exactly what she was doing. On her bare feet, she ran through the river, dilligently placing ward after ward alongside its banks.

Her job was nearing completion. There was only one ward left in need of placing, near the entrance to the Dire woods. Just as she was about to reach up and place it, an enemy hero stormed down the ramp. It was Leshrac! He looked as though he had been training, and gaining strength. Lyralei herself did not have much experience under her belt. She was primarily assigned warding and scouting assignments, instead of the more teaching frontline roles. She was no match for him in her current state.

The only sensible course of action was to turn tail and run! She did not get very far. The ground itself shook below her, as it deformed and became uneven. She fell down, face-first into the shallow river water. She was never one to give up, however. Windrunner quickly rose to her hands and knees, and continued to traverse the rough terrain as best at she could.

Nobody has ever won a race crawling, however. Leshrac quickly caught up to her. He positioned himself over her, his front legs halting her escape. "Towers are not the only things that fall before me." Leshrac whispered to himself, a fiendish grin spreading across his face as he summoned a miniature version of his diabolic edict.

The tiny explosions came down in a random pattern on Windrunner's behind, each one tearing off just a little bit of clothing. The sheer volume of the explosions quickly caused her pants to disintegrate completely. The magical explosions kept on coming. Several of them splashed down on Lyralei's exposed buttcheeks. Each and every one of them felt like a harsh spank, causing Windrunner to shriek out in pain.

The edict was not restricted to just her exposed flesh, however. As it tore her pants apart, so too did it work wonders on her panties. It wasn't long before she was completely exposed to the elements. As the final remnants of her shredded underwear fluttered down into the calm stream of water, the edict came to a halt.

Lyralei panted loudly. The magical spanks had turned her ass a fiery red. She did not get much time to recover, though. She felt something warm and thick pressing against her nethers. Looking back, she could see Leshrac's light blue equine member, a light magical aura surrounding it.

Before she could fully process what exactly was going on, Leshrac pressed forwards, the tip of his flared horse cock parting her nether lips. Windrunner screamed out in pain, as she was stretched to well beyond her natural capacity. The Tormented Soul was unrelenting. Through a mix of both force and magic, he managed to lodge over half of his member deep inside of his prey.

The warm, tight feeling of Windrunner's snatch awakened an even more primal side of Leshrac. He began wildly thrusting against Lyralei, rutting her as he would one of his own. Luckily for her, a chaotic creature like him could not last long in such a situation. With one final thrust lodging himself inside of her, he reached his climax.

A large amount of his tainted seed filled Windrunner to the brim. The ordeal ended as quickly as it started. Leshrac pulled out of her, and galloped back into the woods, leaving Lyralei with her naked, stinging bottom and  a steady trickle of his seed spilling out of her.