Demon's Den (Anjasa Between Dungeons)


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A sensual trip through the depraved life of an elven slut.

She had been beaten and bruised, raped and enslaved, and it shaped her in ways she couldn't possibly comprehend. All she knew was that she only felt whole when someone was touching her; fucking her. She craved it, every minute of every day. The more exotic the men, the bigger they were, the harder they handled her, the more she came.

Demon's Den: Anjasa needs an orb to trade to a mob boss for her son's life. Fortunately for her, it's being held by a demon of carnal delights who hasn't been woken in countless years. He's horny, and she's oh so willing, even as he chokes her during sex. After all, she likes it rough, and the burning demon can definitely deliver.

Warning: Contains a brutal demon taking what he needs from a submissive elf who doesn't believe in safe words. Contains rough anal sex and dangerous breathplay. An erotic short of over 8k words.



She had freed this being on the world, and she was all that stood between him and the door, and she was certainly in no place to save everyone else. Her hands never even reached for her daggers, instead placing the leather fingerless gloves against his hulking biceps, squeezing him in fear or affection.

The demon's strange appreciation of her was slow, methodical, though as the last of her buckles and straps on her leather bodice came loose and he yanked it away rudely, he bent his head down, head tilted. The long golden-orange hairs that spilled over his shoulders tickled lightly at her now bare skin as he pushed a hard, hungry kiss at her mouth, and she could feel some sharp fangs against her lips as a slick tongue slithered into her mouth.

It was then that the striking temperature of the man became apparent. His whole physical form was nearly smoldering with unnatural heat, his muscles swelling and seeming to exude invisible flames as he grasped her neck and forced her up and up to meet his lips.

She kissed him back hungrily, even as the uncomfortable heat overwhelmed her senses. Her breasts were bare, the large, heavy orbs pressing against his body, her nipples already stiffened against him. She was a strange woman, sensual in her own, messy manners, and her lust for this man was unmistakable. The more she let her fear overwhelm her and her body melt to his, the slicker her thighs grew.

This creature before her had been locked away for a time she could only guess at, and his hunger for her had begun to bubble over. His deep kiss had become a famished, starving thing, his free hand scratching its clawed tips over her back, and along her side as he pushed her large breasts in against his hot chest.

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