It was a cold, chilly day. The leather of Ivy's outfit was sticking uncomfortably to her skin as she sat bored in front of the fireplace. Rafael was scooping his clothes off the floor in the corner of the room. He was covered in cuts and bruises, his hair matted with blood. He slipped his boots on and winced at the sound they made as he limped across the floor.

"What are you still doing here, Worm?" she called over to him, venom in her voice.

"I… I-uh." Rafael stammered, unable to come up with a suitable response.

"Get lost!" she instructed, and Rafael hurried to the door.

The boy was useless, barely able to satisfy her needs. He broke easily from her might. He was pathetic, undoubtedly a disgrace to his family. She needed something more durable. Perhaps she would start a quest to find what she needed.

She hoisted herself off the floor with ease. She grabbed her beloved blade and strode out of her castle. There was a blizzard outside. Her nipples pushed firmly against the bounds of her leather outfit. She trekked through the snow with relative ease, seemingly impervious to the sheer cold. Ice crystals began to form on her. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, two men attacked. She swung her Valentine around, ready to face them. She gasped. It was her biological father, that bastard. He'd tried to kill her before, and here he was again. He was accompanied by a large anthropomorphic Lizardman.

"I'll play with you, for a little while…" she challenged the duo.

She noticed her father's undead erection growing in his pants. He motioned to the beast beside him. "I want words with my daughter, before we kill her."

He turned to face the buxom beauty he had abandoned as a child. "I see... not much has changed since we last met. You're still the same trollop you've always been. Your mother was a scurvy-ridden wench, and you're turning out just like her!"

"You will not speak to me in that manner, father." She spit the words at him. "Enough with these words, let's dance." She swung her mighty weapon at the old man, but he dodged up into the air above her. The Lizardman attacked savagely, aiming to gouge at her large breasts with his axe. His scaly tail flew into her thigh.

"I will make you pay, vile beast." She yelled, and went to stab him in his large hanging testicles. The heat of battle had begun to melt the snow around them. "Let's see… what shall I cut off first?"

While she was busy fighting off the reptilian monster in front of her, Cervantes had attempted to slice her abdomen. His aim was off, and he ended up slicing off her panties. They fell to her ankles, but she was too busy to notice. This, however, distracted Lizardman just long enough for Ivy to plunge her sword into his arm. Cervantes took the opportunity to get behind his daughter. He shoved his stiff meat-sword into her. She writhed in pain from the sudden intrusion.

"Well, this is certainly an odd predicament we find ourselves in, isn't it?" The Lizardman took this opportunity to further increase the uncomfortableness of the situation by thrusting his scaly cock into her other hole. She howled from the pain.

"Now daughter, either you carefully remove your sword from my beastly first-mate here, or we repeatedly impale you."

"You sick sonuvabitch…" she muttered. In response to his threat she further plunged her blade into the reptilian flesh.

Lizardman shrieked, and Cervantes withdrew his icy member only to ram it back inside of her. Ivy's body tensed from the pain, and Lizardman began to withdraw from her. They began to fuck the buxom broad with an uneven rhythm. As Cervantes went out, Lizardman pushed in. The harsh wind blew on them and their sweat began to freeze to their skin. Ivy was beginning to enjoy this repeated violation.

Finally, men who could dominate her, men she wasn't overpowering. She was being shown her supposed place, and she liked it. They'd always told her she had daddy-issues, and now she thought she was finally starting to understand. She threw her head back in pleasure as the two cocks rammed into her. She maintained a firm grip on Valentine as her legs began to quiver. Her eyes shut and she felt the two men begin to reach their climaxes. Her Valentine extended into the ground and shot up behind her, impaling her father. She came with such force that she fell backwards, yanking the elongated sword from the lizards flesh, yanking his meaty arm off completely. He bled profusely and fell over, most certainly dead.

"You both disappoint me. Useless fools."

She decided to continue her quest, although now she was pantyless.