Deep below the ancient earth, where the chill of the soil and stone surrenders to the intense ferocity and burning nature of violent magma, a lone heroine ventures forth into this hellish, furious landscape. The blackened surfaces of the Demon Ruins express both the dark region's aura, and the ferocious monstrosities which dwell within it. The heroine triumphantly walks unfazed by the vibrant color scheme of the molten life-blood of this region. Lava bountifully flows and pools around the gorgeous, ancient architecture spotted in the distance, dotted with engravings and symbols of times long passed.
Exiting the disturbing tunnels of ivory webbing, the soles of Avali's feet had set upon uneven terrain and she huffed out a breath of relief - glad to finally be free from the nauseating tunnel complex behind her. The fiery depths of the Demon Ruins felt unwelcoming to the heroine. The ground was an ugly black color, rough and wrinkly at locations, and Avali was drawn to the conveniently erected, mystical bonfire only meters away: a lone oasis of familiar safety within this hell.
Avali was of average height, and was a very battle-hardened and competent combatant. The young woman was an intelligent heroine who's personality was mostly friendly and a tad stubborn. Her acrobatic, dancer's body suited her fighting style which relied on her strength and speed, and her dexterity in and out of combat was remarkable. Avali wore a set of comfortable and thick leather tights, a single red clothe sash cuffing her left thigh, and plated metal boots which shone of silver and gray steel. A thin, faded brown belt with many small compartments was located at her waist. Avali's torso was armored in a faded black and gray cuirass, composed of reinforced metal plating and hardened leather with over-sized pauldron armor, with red clothe adorning her abdomen and shoulders. On her head was a simple hood, appearing a bit ragged. The woman felt a tad bit unprepared for this exploration into the very humid and unfriendly Demon Ruins, however she pressed on feeling confident in her impressive abilities, talents, and equipment. She was excited and cautious as to what was located within this region's depths. Her spotless armor gleamed and shone in this arena, behaving as a beacon to the egg-carriers fiends wandering this location.
Avali's inventory was filled with popular adventurer items or magical crafts, jewelry, tools, weapons, and the like that she had toiled to achieve or discovered after some exploration. On her left arm was a medium shield and when she was not using her bow, Avali preferred to attack her foe with swift and lethal strikes from her sword at the enemy's flanks or rear. Avali was not very knowledge in the arcane work of pyromancy, spells, or miracles. With vigor, Avali ventured forth with springy steps into the Demon Ruins and tried not to succumb to the very heavy and sometimes unbearable heat of the region. The perspiration from under Avali's armor was long forgotten by the woman, who's rich cream-colored skin could be observed reflecting the light of the magma from the beads of sweat trickling down her pretty face. Her medium length and usually wavy hair was black in color, and aquamarine irises cautiously darted around to scan for hostiles as a few beads of perspiration slid down her smooth temple. Avali passed by sluggish egg-men creatures as she maneuvered through the region, ignoring the disturbing foes as she jogged past them. Avali fidgeted with her armor as she slowed her jog and began to stroll.
A few sights and sounds drew in Avali's curiosity, ones which provoked her explorer's heart or plucked at her intuition. The young woman noticed that in the distance at a wall with trickling streams of magma, and spectacular pools of flowing golden liquid, was a passageway of sorts...as well as a tremendous ancient construct which she had no hope of reaching any time soon. The downwards slope of the previously mentioned trail lead to a corridor with architectural pillars and supports. The dirty walls of the corridor had engraved designs, which were also noted to be carved into the pillars. Avali noticed that the damp areas of her skin and body were beginning to become uncomfortable under her armor. Avali's custom armor had been made salvaged from various loot she had acquired or pillaged, and she was proud of the unique look it provided. Avali could always switch her uncommon armor out for other sets or pieces, but she enjoyed her current gear, considering it adequate and stylish. Her armor hugged her curvaceous figure, which was alluring simply from its trim build and plump assets. Licking her lips, Avali crouched and drew out her bow as she narrowed her eyes. Her hood was becoming a bit uncomfortable atop of her hair, which was fashioned into messy curls and a high pony-tail. Scanning her surroundings for a moment, Avali decided to approach the trail with cautious, yet excited steps. Nearing the slope, Avali's boots gently tapped down against the orange and black ground, which glowed from the rich magma, providing the dark textures of the cooled lava with apricot life.
Without warning, the atrocious goat skull head of a Minor Capra Demon crested into view as the tall, muscular creature ascended the slope with deliberate and heavy steps. The demon's gruesome Great Machetes, one located at each side of his towering body, were being dragged against the ground of the slope. Freezing up, Avali stood and swore under her breath, her fingers began to dexterously notch an arrow on her composite bow as she took a cautious step backwards. The impressive build and height of her enemy was something Avali had learned to ignore: the bigger her foes were, the harder they fell. Avali was confident that her time spent as a adventurer had proven fruitful to her mind and body. She had already dispatched one of these demons along with a couple of annoying plague dogs in a smaller environment before, how hard could another be? What was more surprising was the fact that the demon was in this particular area.
The demon noticed Avali and glared at her with all four of its glowing, amber eyes. Emitting a noise of aggression, the Minor Capra Demon took a few quick steps forwards and slashed with both of its machetes - lunging for Avali as she simultaneously let loose an arrow, hearing the familiar thrum of the bowstring as the arrow shaft pierced the thick air. Evading the attack, Avali circled around the Minor Capra Demon and rolled backwards, careful that her roll would not end in the shallow pool of dangerous magma near her. Switching from her ranged weapon to her blade and shield, Avali took note of the battlefield. Perhaps she could use her environment to her advantage? The Minor Capra Demon spun his body around as he swung once more, dodging the arrow at the same time. Avali rolled away, keeping her shield up.
The Minor Capra Demon did not possess a memory or intelligence which reached back to its dark origins or purpose. Instead of great cunning, the foul creature had been born with the instincts of an animal, and the pain of remembering had eventually forced this fiend to forego its past and simply survive. The demon had patiently waited within these ruins, armed with the simple knowledge of necessary survival and duty, as well as his large machetes. He did not know how he had gotten the great machete weapons he tightly gripped in each clawed hand, only that he naturally felt comfortable and familiar with their weight and fatal power. His strong body gave him great endurance and constitution, and the demon understood that his ilk provided him a sense of safety and strength. The demon's sculpted body was in excellent health, and he did not mind the residue of sticky filth and matter which clung onto him. The demon's body was scaled yet smooth, possessing the common pigmentation and stripes which any other Capra Demon had. Other creatures which made their home here did not bother the demon, and he accepted their presence with a pleasant respect, tolerant of their violence and nature.
A change had recently began to take hold of the demon, one which occurred only days before he had this encounter with Avali. The demon first felt this change when he standing sentry near the magnificent streams of magma and cliff edge overlooking the lakes of magma and fields of cooled lava. The Minor Capra Demon was keeping the path in the side of the earth to himself as his demonic brethren doted about at the ruins in the distance. This change had come as a small surprise to the demon, however after a few moments the feeling of acceptance drifted into the demon's mind, a feeling similar to the manipulation of his limbs or the weight of his blades. The dingy, thin, rough-spun shorts the demon was wearing had began to tent directly in front of his crotch region.
Previously unknown sensations and waves of an unfamiliar warmth surged through the demon's lower regions as he felt his waist change as something quickly grew in the empty space of smooth skin under his pelvis and between his legs. Before long, his inhuman shaft was painfully stiff, poking up into his constricting trousers until it slipped upwards and rested against his waistline. The beefy and fat demon cock was lengthy, similar in sexual dimorphism to a human male. The rigid, hot member was slightly curved upwards, and possessed pulsating veins going down the thick penis's base. Rougher skin reached up from the muscular pelvis to the roots of his cock, however the member's skin was completely smooth aside from the texture and rough luster of the veins. The loose and soft skin of the demon's bulging scrotum was almost always hanging low and relaxed, harboring the demon's sizable and round testicles inside. Although purely driven on minor intelligence and instinct, the demon did take the meager amount of times it could to generate a study of himself, to form a philosophy on why he was and how he was with the most rudimentary terms he could identify and comprehend. Within days, the demon could encourage his lewd cock to harden on a whim, or shrink and return to it's less distracting flaccid state. The demon accepted how his urges of lust simply vanished when he willed his cock to back to its limp form, and he did this often as the demon was clueless on how to relieve himself of his carnal hunger. When his narrow, black irises locked onto Avali, the demon felt his urges of lust spark up within his core. The demon had a vague, instinctual realization on how to satiate his carnal desire, and his cock twitched to life from under the fabric of his shorts. The violent swings of his blades were compulsory, and the demon tried to control his blood-lust while also trying not to allow his prey to get the better of him from a range. Avali notched another arrow after switching to her bow and stepping back, and fired off a long arrow. The heroine wanted to save her toxin arrows for later enemies. The poison which coated the arrowheads of these long arrows was very lethal and acidic.
Avali's arrow shaft shattered when the demon brought up one of his impressive blades to block the projectile. The heroine expressed dissatisfaction, and prepared her sword-arm as she unsheathed her blade and brought out her shield from off of her back. The Capra Demon she had fought in the decrepit Undead Burg had swung his blades with punishing swings while acting strong-headed. Remembering the moves of the Capra Demon of the Undead Burg, Avali readied herself to roll or strafe out of the way of the demon's swings or lunges. The audible sound of the air being sliced apart reached her ears and added to the intense situation's atmosphere. Avali's airways expanded and shrunk to accommodate the exertion of her body as she constantly circled the demon while closing the gap between them. The reflection of the magma's light off of Avali's blade was gorgeous, and the glow it cast on the demon was marvelously frightening.
When Avali noticed that the demon's groin area began to grow, she instantly widened her eyes and gently gasped. Avali had always been quite chaste or polite on the exterior when it came to the sexual nature of the world; However. on the inside, she was infatuated and fascinated by sex, possessing a libido which would pierce her logical mind and possess her for brief periods of time. Feeling a flush creep to her ears and chest, Avali could not stop the front of her already damp panties from heating up as her vaginal muscles squeezed and she became wet. The heroine had opted to switch her loin-cloth and raggedy brassiere out for a pair of thin woman's under apparel she bought off of an Undead merchant. Avali's tender nipples hardened from under her armor, and a rosy flush bloomed on her bosom and pelvis as her mind raced with indecent thoughts. The thought of the animal stench of a filthy demon abomination and the unbearable heat of the magma around her, combined with her current life-or-death situation shook these perverse thoughts out of Avali's mind. She had to admit that the giant was very impressive when it came down to an appealing build. Yet he was also disgustingly psychotic, barbaric even, with disturbing abnormalities such as his peculiar spine, collarbone region and tail, or more obviously the demonic goat skull of a head. That erection of his seemed to be capable of splitting Avali's insides, a very troubling fantasy which Avali dreaded to ever see play out. Avali's heart was beginning to flutter when she screamed and charged the demon.
Within moments, Avali was sent hurtling down the slope to the corridor, tumbling onto the dirty, cold floor. The demon deliberately descended towards her, dragging his machetes on the ground and leaving behind scars in the black earth and stone. The cold stone surface of the corridor was flat and smooth, and it cooled Avali's face while she tried to recover, her hood had fallen off of her head and was now at her neck, and she heated up the inside of her face-mask as she breathed hard. Somehow, this lesser demon had gotten the upper hand of her. The demon had been fighting with a horrific vigor and passion when Avali began her assault, trying not to let his mysterious erection entrance her. The demon's intense combat proved a tad bit too much for the heroine. Standing up, Avali quickly opened her mystical inventory interface and began to feverishly navigate it, aware of how exposed she was. Avali barely had the time to evade the demon's thrown machete, which sliced the air as it flew past her and implanted itself into the floor. With less than a dozen or so Estus flasks, barely any magical items or potions, and an inventory of promising equipment which Avali could not implement in time without taking severe damage, the heroine began to fall back. The hallway was not as wide as she'd liked it to be, and the demon was looking frightening with his stiff monster cock, resting his machete on one shoulder as his other hand began to tug down his shorts.
Avali wondered if she could cleave that shaft of meat off, but her thoughts began to wander as her vision became engrossed in the sight of the demon's erection. The demon's penis trembled when it sprung out of the shorts, erect in a state of pride as the demon hunched so his horns would not collide with the stone ceiling. Feeling disgusted when her sane mind returned to her, Avali sneered and charged. She twirled in mid-air, using her shield to smack away at the demon's elbow as her other hand pushed out her sword. Descending in that one quick motion produced a few desirable results. For one thing, the demon's clumsily dropped his machete and stepped back, only to fall onto the slope. This could have been Avali' chance to plunge her blade into the demon's heart, but Avali chose to instead smash the sharp edge down onto the demon's skull head. With a harsh metallic sound, the blade crashed down onto the bone and seemed to split the solid, ivory material. This strike prompted minuscule shards and splinters of bone to fly up in response to the powerful strike. The demon's eyes shook and burned in anger for a moment, and his hands reached for Avali before she attacked. After the blow was struck the demon relaxed. His tail fell onto the ground, his body became limp, and the glow of his eyes seemed to go out. However, his body did not fade away.
Avali noticed that her strike had not finished the demon for good. She had knocked the bastard on his ass, and then knocked him unconscious. Annoyingly, the demon's penis was still erect. The demon's glans were exposed to Avali, and the slit of his fleshy crown was oozing a transparent and smelly liquid. Avali pondered for a few moments, and then sheathed her blade and set her shield onto her back. She was certain that whatever she was doing was completely asinine, and would surely lead to her death should the demon awaken. Those fists could bludgeon her, or perhaps he'd impale her with his claws or tail? Being kicked off the side of the corridor, off of the cliff, would also be disastrous. Ignoring these thoughts, Avali crouched down and examined the beautifully sculpted cock at a much closer level. The foul odor was beginning to disperse, or perhaps Avali was simply getting used to it? The texture and color of the penis was fascinating, and Avali felt her nipples and groin ache for attention. The demon's shapely crown was pinkish purple, completely exposed as all of the fore-skin had been peeled down past the ridges of the head. A bright pink and wide ring of skin was spotted directly underneath the head, and the pigmentation darkened while the skin became tougher as Azali's gaze journeyed down to the base.
Tentatively putting her hand forwards, Avali began to slide her index finger onto the slit of the penis's crown. The sensitive area was slick with the pungent smelling seminal fluid. Avali teased the narrow area for a few seconds, and then grabbed the cock with her entire hand. She barely managed to cover a third of the shaft with her hand, unable to even touch her index finger's tip and her thumb's tip together around the fat meat. Squeezing and caressing the stiff member with a slow stroking motion, Avali expressed concentration for a few moments while also trying to hide flustered guilt. Finally, the women began using both of her hands to hold the erect member from either side as she sniffed at the sour fluids on the penis's head. Sliding her hands up and down, Avali returned to her one-handed stimulation while her other hand began to fondle the demon's smooth skinned, loose scrotum. One of his testicles barely fit inside her the palm of her hand. Avali soon decided that she was beginning to go too far. She let go and clenched her hands into fists, shuffling to lean away from the cock. Avali relaxed and stepped back while wiping her fingers and palms onto her pants. As her hand went to her blade and shield, the demon's eyes suddenly brightened and the strong creature lunged forwards and tackled Avali. The demon's hands clawed at her armor while his cock bobbed directly above her midriff. With an animal hunger, the demon began to rip and tear away the armor and clothing of Avali's torso and legs. The young woman shrieked and resisted, using her heroic strength to stun and aggravate her foe with unarmed strikes.
The demon was silent as he battled Avali on the cold floor, enjoying the sounds of metal scraping against metal or stone, and his prey's insistent sounds of resistance. Avali could feel the skin of her inner thighs, belly, and bosom cool as the sweat on her body connected with the air. Her skin also slightly stung from the violent grabs and collisions the demon's fingers or palms had against her body. Avali's body was writhing under the demon, who was on his knees and looming over her as he silently worked. A few salty, sticky tears were coming down Avali's face, which dulled and blurred her vision. Her gloved hands slid against his muscular body, and her legs were beginning to bend up to her belly as she struggled, kicking forwards whenever she could. Avali wailed and complained as the demon's hands explored her body with a rough treatment. Avali's waist and pelvis were now exposed, wet skin and dark, fuzzy hair included as her rounded ass began to hover or gently bounce on the cold stone floor. Both beings were clearly aroused, however Avali was beginning to seize up in utter fear as she felt the demon's penis slide down against her hot pubis. The fleshy and swollen tip was so hard, and tickled her as it rubbed onto her pubic hair and labia, sliding down to her cheeks.
The demon forced himself between her slightly wet outer lips and then shoved forwards, sliding his knees and shins onto the ground and spreading his legs while he did the same to Avali's own lower limbs, his bony tail happily swayed behind his broad back. Avali yowled in anguish and then screamed, coming up and then slamming down as she contracted her vaginal muscles while clenching her fists and placing the bottom of her palms up to her forehead. Her body trembled as she then moved her arms and laid them onto the ground at her sides, and her head turned away to face the designs on the corridor's wall. The demon's cock had slid right into her tight, velvety, wet and wanting pussy, and her slightly arched back was now suspended over the floor. Avali's head hung back and tapped the ground as the demon moved, her mouth fixed into an ajar state while her eyes became glossed over. Pointing her toes as she bent her legs, Avali cried as the demon sawed himself in and out of her pussy, gripping her tightly as an expression began to dawn on her blank face. Stretching her inner walls to their limit, the demon's cock began to pump in and out of the heroine's canal, making wet slurping sounds as her inner lips slid against his shaft. The woman's legs were spread out to her sides, and soon the demon was holding them from the bends of her knees.
Her legs waved back and forth as he fucked her, her feet swiveling and rotating as her calves flexed when the demon stretched her slender limbs. Avali's disgusted whimpering soon turned to small, intense moans and mewls. Her sounds began to turn erotic, and she could not control her breathing as she sounded out small cries of sexual approval, with traces of resistance refusing to leave the tone of her voice. Avali's mind raced as her yearning desire for sex was satisfied. Her breasts swayed and heaved as she moved to the staccato of the demon's dominant movement, nipples erratically pointing up and down as her bosom shook from the vibrations of her penetration. She could feel her body against her shield and the floor with scraps of clothing located at her hips. Her smooth ass touched the floor, and the demon's shaft was beginning to really scrape and penetrate deeper into her cunt. Her hairless labia lips were constantly rubbed and touched by the demon's shaft, and the bumpy texture to his veined cock was pleasuring the woman whenever he moved back and forth into her slick tunnel. She gripped his cock as it spread her lips and bucked upwards into her g-spot.
Avali's pelvis began to gently inch itself down towards the demon's waist, and her legs went up to his sides. Holding himself up with his hands, the demon's head looked out over Avali as her own eyes closed. The young woman was panting and crying, red-faced and passionate as she held the demon's chest and arched her body while her legs slowly curled around the demon's waist. Both of their entwined bodies collided with wet, quick movements. The demon was sliding his cock forwards with earnest force, trying to envelop as much of his cock as he could into his prey, while Avali tried to cope with the demon's size, penetration, and seemingly unstoppable energy as she affectionately hugged him. Building up inside of her core, Avali started to writhe and groan as an orgasm approached her. Avali crashed back and forth onto the demon, gripping his hips and urging him to loosen her pussy up while the demon smashed into her sensitive cervix with his head, expanding her walls at the same time while tapping her sensitive regions with his fat cock's cap. Sucking and tugging on his cock with her vaginal muscles, Avali's breathing was becoming hoarse and she was swearing out encouragement. She felt as if her cunt was being pulled out every time the demon withdrew only to collide himself with her once more.
Avali's hair was blocking a bit of her face, however she didn't mind. Flustered and aroused, Avali felt herself suddenly soar and melt on the inside as she felt the sweet release of her orgasmic discharge. Clenching her belly and sliding her bosom upwards on the demon's chest, Avali scratched and hugged her lover as he continued to pound into her wriggling body. Avali's climax was outrageously erotic, as her clitoris swelled to a size it had never achieved before while a heavenly warmth joined the demon's cock inside of her vagina. Her vision blurred as her head races, hips becoming jelly.
Wailing in ecstasy, Avali contracted for more than half a dozen times. Her silky pussy was flooded with her juices, which coated and lubricated the demon's beefy pole of meat. Her body's encouragement had pushed the demon to the edge. He clenched his abdomen and shoved forwards for one last time, wordless while powerful sensations hypnotized him into a stupor. Pushing Avali onto his pelvis, the demon dug his cock further into the woman, feeling her contract onto his shaft while his head was hugged and squeezed with tender love. Avali's ass gently rested onto his warm and soft balls, her pussy was amazingly tight and welcoming after she became comfortable with his size. Avali felt the demon's cock engorge and stiffen like it had not before for a few seconds, and then choked out a sigh and exhaled. Avali's sweaty body clung onto the demon while his cock erupted out several spouts of viscous, semi-transparent sperm. Jets of cum glazed her insides and traveled into her womb. The hot, rope-like strings of sperm piled up inside of her for a few moments. Avali sniffled and exhaled, moaning in her weak voice as she tried to recover. Her breathing and heart-rate returned to normal, and Avali felt her insides begin to return from their stretched, abused state.
Fearing that this moment of rest would be the only one in hours, Avali quickly struck the demon on his fractured goat skull head, and then used all of her heroic strength to shove the dazed bastard off of her body. Rolling backwards, Avali stopped panting and scanned her enemy. The Minor Capra Demon held his skull head, and Avali saw the trickles of dark-black liquid come down from in between his fingers and onto his knuckles. Opening her inventory, Avali sneered and then shrieked in a wild fury, charging the demon with a hellish vendetta. Literally swatting away a powerful lunge from the demon with superhuman strength, the woman acrobatically twirled around and then slashed towards the demon's neck after parrying. She went to his side and battered him towards the edge of the corridor, shepherding the demon to his death. With a swift kick, the weak demon tipped over the edge and plummeted down to his death. A large cloud of wispy souls soared upwards and washed over Avali's body. The young lady wiped a few tears from her eyes and sat herself onto the ground, wincing as her numb hips began to have feeling once more. She appeared glum, and was silent...contemplating this traumatic experience... wondering if it would ever happen again.