Of Demonry and Hellfire; Hell Frozen Over

"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.