Abandoned Tower

You bring your captive to an abandoned tower. And it was truly abandoned, not just by hero standards. Not even a jelly slime lived there. It stood forlornly at the top of a hill, one of the great wooden doors hung crooked on its hinges. It looked perfect.
You walked into the main hall dragging your captive. It was a mess, the table that spanned the room was shattered. Scattered about the room were the remnants of benches, rusted weapons lying about. And tossed carelessly into the corner was the chandelier that was supposed to light up the place. However the chain that held the chandelier was intact.

Soon you had the fireplace lit and roaring, casting shadows across the room. The priestess, stripped naked, was suspended by the chandelier, dangling head down over the floor with her hands bound behind her back. You took a moment to admire her slender form. Her chest was modest, one might even call it small, with tiny pink nipples. Her body was mostly devoid of hair, except for a bright red bush between her thighs to match the short cropped hair on her head. Eager to start you reached out and gently stroked her cheek, waking her. She stirred and blearily opened her eyes, and immediately started screaming as soon as she set eyes on your shadowed figure.
“Oh, do be quiet,” You growl, pleased with how menacing you sound. Before today the best you could manage was a squeaky tone. “The only person who can hear you is me, and I can assure you screaming won’t improve my mood.”
“Please don’t eat me.” She whimpers. “I’m sure I taste terrible.”
Did she really just say that? “Why would I want to eat you? A scrawny little thing like you is hardly fit for a meal,” eat a hero? Yuck! “I have a much more fitting fate for you.” You step more fully into the light. You had stripped your loincloth and now slowly stroked your impressive erection. Her eyes practically bulge out of their sockets, and you laugh at her expression. “Let’s but your mouth to a better use than screaming.”
For once she kept her mouth closed as you rubbed the leaking tip against her lips. Undeterred you reach up and pinch her nipple. She gasped involuntarily and you **** your thick rod past her teeth. “There we go,” You gently roll her hardening button between your fingers. “Isn’t that better? Now suck it.” She exerts a soft pressure on your cock that you didn’t think would pull water through a straw. “I said,” you place your free hand on the back of her neck, “SUCK IT!” You **** more of your cock into her mouth ramming yourself against the entrance of her throat. You hold yourself there, listen to her gags as she tried to break your grip on her neck. Then you slowly pull back until only the head remained in her mouth. “Now, suck.”
She didn’t need to be told again. She practically worshiped your cock, lavishing it with small licks and sucking like she meant it. Encouraged you slowly feed more of your shaft into her mouth, pushing gently deeper until you were bumping gently against the entrance to her throat again. She let out a muffled protest as you pushed deeper. “Relax,” you told her, “Relax and I’ll be gentle.” She must have believed you because she did relax, her throat opening up to accept your cock. You push forward with slow even strokes, letting her get used to your size. Finally you bottom out, your balls rubbing against her face.
“There now that wasn’t so bad was it?” You gently stroke her cheek with you thumb. She gives a gurgle in reply, “Don’t worry, it’s about to get worse.” She barely has time to give muffle reply before you draw back and ram yourself forcefully back in. You fuck her face with a fury, taking out each and every time a hero had killed you on her defenseless throat.
Snarling you pull out of her mouth, stroking your cock as you shoot thick ropes of black demon cum all over her face. You stand over her chest heaving, as you admire your handiwork, the priestess gasping for air. “Not bad,” You say, the priestess visibly relaxing at your words.
“For a start.”