Shout for help

“GUARD! HELP! THERE’S A—!”

My desperate scream echoed off the damp stone walls, but before I could finish, the demon’s hand clamped hard over my mouth. Heavy, clanking footsteps thundered down the cellar stairs.

“Farley? What’s going on down here? I heard shouting!”

A burly Stormwind guard rounded the corner of the wine casks, torch held high. He froze mid-stride, his jaw dropping as the light caught the scene: a towering, nude she-demon holding me pinned against an oak barrel, her massive member already slick and pressing past the waistband of my ruined breeches.

“By the Light...”, the guard breathed, reaching awkwardly for his sword.

The demon didn’t even flinch. She simply snapped her fingers with her free hand, casting a dark fel binding spell that froze the guard in place, paralyzing him where he stood and forcing him to watch helplessly as his eyes widened in horror.

“You shouldn’t have shouted, paladin,” she purred into my ear. “Now you have an audience.”

Without another word, she hooked her fingers into my trousers, ripping them down to my knees in one swift motion. I gasped against her palm as she lifted me effortlessly, driving herself deep inside me with one broad, powerful thrust. My eyes rolled back as intense, overwhelming waves of pleasure and pain tore through my body.

She took me hard and fast against the cask, her heavy breasts slapping against my bare chest with every ruthless push while down below her balls slapped in turn against my ass. I squirmed and bucked, completely helpless under her immense strength, helpless to stop the desperate, needy moans spilling out of me in front of the paralyzed guard.

Her thick, throbbing length stretched me impossibly full, sliding in and out with a slick, rhythmic friction that echoed through the silent cellar. Every brutal plunge drove her massive head straight against my sensitive inner walls, sending white-hot sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. My toes curled as my own aching shaft leaked helplessly against her stomach, pinned between our writhing bodies. She didn’t offer a moment’s respite, mercilessly riding the frantic rhythm while her claws dug deep into my hips to anchor me to every violent, slick impact.

With a final, devastating surge, she shuddered against me, filling me completely with her burning fel seed.

As I hung limp and breathless in her arms, tears of sheer exhaustion in my eyes, she leaned down and licked a streak of sweat from my neck.

“You put up a cute fight, little paladin,” she whispered, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “You’re going to make a wonderful pet.”

Before the paralyzed guard could even blink, a massive vortex of swirling, green fel fire erupted around us. The cellar dissolved, and in a flash of blinding light, the tavern was gone - replaced by the dark, crackling red skies of the demon realm.

You have failed the holy quest - instead, you became a demon pet. Congratulations!