Fight

You don't even make it a block before you are spotted by a trio of the small red skinned demons, hard pricks waving free, their only clothing a rope belt and pouch. In an effort to survive your mind provides you with all the ways it has learned to defeat demons. Sadly there is a strange lack of BFGs or holy relics laying around like in the video games you played back when the world made sense. There is however bricks close by from when something a bit more frightening decided that it was as easy to go through a solid wall instead of a door.

You are just able to get to the pile of bricks before the trio are on you, punching, kicking, and biting. The brick makes your blows heavier than they have ever been, and after a brutal close quarters fight you are the one still able to move while they can not.

You check yourself out and find there are no major injuries. A few bruises, as well as some scratches and bite marks stinging all the more because of the imp blood and sweat running over them. Your cock feels painfully hard, almost burning, but you brush it off as all the live sex happening as well as an adrenaline rush from the fight.

You turn to leave before you see something glittering from a pouch. Once again your mind latches onto the familiar in an unfamiliar situation, and the idea of looting the body of the demons crosses your mind. The rational part of your mind screams to move, to get home and find your family as quick as you can, while your instincts are saying that there may be something hidden in those pouches that can come in handy later.