You need to leave

"I...I have to- to go," you manage to say, and silence falls across the arena. You look up as the demons in the stands vanish.

"Such a pity," the demon lord says. "We could have has such fun with you." He pulls out, his long cock making a wet, sucking sound as it slides out of your abused hole. The demons release you and you fall into the sand. When you look up again, they too are gone. You are alone.

Standing up, you brush the sand off your body and stagger toward the exit, each step unfulfilled sexual **** as your stiff tool sways from side to side, your asshole aching to be stretched around a cock again. You wonder what you're supposed to do now, and how you can make the craving for demon cum go away, since it has to be fucked out of your system.

You emerge from the cavern, squinting in the bright light, and a warm breeze caresses your body, the sensation like a dozen hands brushing against your skin. You **** back a moan and look around the meadow. To your surprise, you find the cavern, the mountain, all gone. Before you lies a wide clearing with a stream running through it, surrounded by a few tall trees. Standing beside the stream is a tall, black stone tower, with a conical slate roof and a single open window at the top.

The sorcerer's tower. Maybe he can do something about the fire burning in your blood, the ache in your throbbing balls. You look for a way in, but you walk all the way around the tower and do not find a door.