Chapter 1 - Capture

The Drow Ranger awoke to the sound of chirping birds and the warmth of the sun on her face. She opens her eyes slowly and calmly sits up in her bedroll. She looks to her side and sees her lover, Lyralei, or more famously known as “Windrunner," still sound asleep.

The Drow Ranger Traxex yawns and kicks off her meager covers. She scans the surrounding tree lines and sees nothing unusual, much like the rest of their expedition. The two rangers had been scouring the woods for nearly a week hunting down ‘monsters,’ according to a nearby village. 

So far, it’s turned out to be nothing except a camping trip, something Lyralei and Traxex were more than accustomed to.

The ranger is considers getting up until her eyes drift back to Lyralei. Her red hair was thick, and a bit messy, obscuring most of her face. Her skin was pale, practically porcelain, in comparison to Traxex’s pale blue. 

The Drow Ranger could still remember the first time she met Lyralei. They were enemies back then. They fired arrows with blistering fury and focus at one another, intent on killing each other for their respective causes. She’ll never forget the look on the ginger archer’s face when she reached for another arrow to find her quiver empty. At that moment, Traxex decided she was too adorable to kill, and instead, let her go.

They would encounter each other several more times, until finally, Traxex convinced Lyralei to meet her at a tavern for drinks. By night’s end, the two were naked and riding one another’s face. Ever since then, their passion was only matched by their loyalty to each other.

The ranger smirks as she decides to awaken her cherished companion in a similar fashion to the way they fell asleep the night before.

The ranger slides the covers off of Lyralei slowly and just as gently pushes her over until she’s laying completely on her back. Traxex, completely naked, climbs on top of the unconscious Windrunner. She then swivels around and places her bare pussy lips over Lyralei’s face.

Traxex plants her mouth against the red-head’s equally red muff. Though it was mostly trimmed, there was still a neat strip of bright red hair that always pleased the Drow Ranger.

She plants one gentle kiss against her pussy and Lyralei’s legs instinctively open a little further.

Traxex whispers, “Oh, babe, that was all you needed to say.”

She opens her mouth and gives a few long licks to Lyralei’s lower lips. The Windrunner lets out a quiet moan as she realizes this is more than a pleasant dream.

Lyralei awakens to the sight of Traxex’s moistening pussy in her face as a wet organ plays with her clit. Rather than question it, Lyralei smiles and opens her mouth. Her cherry red tongue laps at Drow’s quivering cunt. She’s rewarded with her sweet nectar right away.

“This is what counts for breakfast now?”

Traxex says, “No, this is the appetizer."

Drow sticks one of her fingers into Lyralei’s pussy and finds little resistance due to the Windrunner’s growing wetness. Lyralei’s arms wrap around her lover’s back as she tries to hold back a much louder moan.

“No… fair!”

Traxex chuckles, “You love it. And I love you.”

Lyralei spanks the Drow Ranger’s toned and round ass, “I hate you... right now. But I’ll love you again. As long as you make me cum.”

A deep, guttural, voice replies from nearby, “How adorable.”

The two Rangers stop their lustful activities and both perk up to look toward the source of the interruption. They’re greeted by the sight of not one, not two, but a dozen different hedge demons, lesser creatures who were akin to rapists, robbers, and murderers.

They all vary in appearance, but their indelible unifying aesthetic is their deep red skin, their horns, and their incredible size. All were between six and a half and eight feet tall.

On top of that, every demon in this group wore steel and had weapons on hand.

The one who spoke looked somewhat more slender than the rest. It was clear he had muscle, but he looked much more… human.

Rather than address their attackers, both Rangers spring into action, reaching for their bows. Unfortunately for them, the demons close the distance quickly and restrain Lyralei and Traxex before they can notch an arrow.

Completely at their mercy, the leader of the band snaps each bow in half with his impressive strength. 

He says, “You won’t be needing these anymore…”

Directed at the other demons, he commands, “Blindfold them. Gag them. Then let’s go.”

The demons have no trouble tearing cloth from the rangers’ bedroll and tying makeshift blindfolds around their eyes and gagging them with some cloth. Traxex and Lyralei are slung over their shoulders and carried away, deeper into the forest…
 

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The famous Windrunner and Drow Ranger can only squirm and let out muffled screams as they’re carried deeper into the woods, past any road or trading outpost. For hours, they fought, until they had little fight left in them, and resigned to wait and see where their captors were taking them, and for what purpose.

Whatever happens, I have to protect Lyra, she’s all that matters, Traxex decides. 

This was similar to another situation the two Rangers had found themselves in, except it was only a small skirmish with Bradwarden, also known as Centaur Warrunner, and a few of his kinsmen, and they weren’t in any danger of being raped.

At least, I don’t think so…

Traxex is alarmed when she feels it suddenly start to get cooler. On top of that, the forest breeze disappears. Her other senses indicate there’re other women present. She smells sweat, sex, and… something else, something quite pungent. The distant sound of moaning, male and female, gets closer and louder. 

The Drow Ranger’s blindfold is shirked off, along with her gag, and she’s roughly dropped onto a feather bed. She looks around and is dismayed to learn they’ve been taken deep inside of a cavern complex. This must’ve been the center as it was a massive room, a ceiling of thirty to forty feet, and there were more demons… many more. The two Rangers were lucky to be on the edge of the cavern, lit only by torches attached to wall sconces. In the center was a bulk of writhing, orgasmic, flesh. Dozens of hedge demons were having their way with various women, clearly outnumbered and overpowered. What’s worse is the vast majority of them seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Lyralei is dropped next to Traxex, who glares at the demon leader.

Traxex says, “Let us go, or when I do escape, I will kill you, and your entire tribe.”

The leader smiles wide, showing off his fangs.

“I know your names. Lyralei and Traxex. It’s quite rude not to introduce yourselves, though, nor ask for your host’s name.”

Lyralei scoffs, “Host? Are you kidding me?”

He nods, “Very well, I shall do the honors. My name is Zedrios. Zee, or Zed, are both fine.”

Traxex stands up, her icy blue eyes meeting his without flinching.

“Zed… Let. Us. Go.”

Zed chuckles, “That’s not how this works. And if you’re going to continue to be rude, then I must rectify my previous statement… Until you learn manners, you will call me…”

He backhands the Drow Ranger and sends her spiraling to the floor.

“…Master.”

Lyralei screams, “You bastard! I’ll kick your ass!”

She stands up and takes a swing at Zed, but his demon escort grabs Lyralei mid-swing and pins her to the ground. Their armor removed, only loincloths separated the demons from being as naked as their captives.

Traxex, seething with anger, stays on the ground, afraid what they might do to Windrunner should she try to attack him.

Zed says, “Lovers. Both of you have never laid with a male, have you?”

His question is greeted by angered glares and silence from the two rangers.

“Then, I think I’ve come up with a fun game. Lady Windrunner, my two best demons will have their way with you. If you do not orgasm, I promise to let you and Traxex go. I will even give them a time limit… fifteen minutes. Sound good?”

Before she can say anything, Traxex jumps up, “No, take me instead.”

Zed raises an eyebrow, “Oh, quite eager for cock, hmm?”

Lyralei, still pinned to the ground, says, “No, Trax! Let me do it.”

She shakes her head, “Shut up, Lyra! I’ll do it. My endurance is much better than yours.”

Lyralei sighs and says nothing.

Zed says, “More endurance, you say? Then, we have a cock-counter-offer. I shall counter with a time limit extension… thirty minutes. I doubt you’ll last ten. A busty Drow slut like you will be begging for it.”

Traxex’s body had often provided her yet another edge against male opponents. Her body, with more tone than most women, was complimented by a voluptuous bust, even bigger than her lover Lyralei’s.

“Fine. Where do we go?”

Zed laughs, “Go? Silly whore. We’re going to fuck you right here. And Lyralei is going to watch you cum way harder than you ever did with her.”

The Drow Ranger blushes, causing even her dark cheeks to turn very slightly pink.

Dammit, I shouldn’t have assumed we'd leave, though… there’s so much fucking going on in here already.

She glances over and to her surprise, she recognizes one of the other captives right away.

The infamous fire mage, Lina, was stripped of her stylish red dress, left only in her red stockings and boots. Her red hair flew about as she was taken every way a man can take a woman.

Lina was in the lap of a demon, whose cock was firmly embedded into her pussy, while another behind her had his dick pistoning in and out of her ass. A third cock was finishing off in her mouth. Traxex was only able to tell because of the sudden spurt of semen jizz all over Lina’s face and ample bosom.

Despite her fiery spirit, Lina seemed all too eager to get raped by these marauders.

“God, done already? At least you got my tits this time.”

Lina rubs the semen into her cleavage and perky, round, tits until they have a nice sheen. Her attention is brought back to the cocks plowing her rear and her love tunnel.

“Damn, you guys have a ton of stamina… I’m pregnant for sure.”

The demon underneath her growls, “Sluts like you are only good for breeding.”

His hands reach up and grab her tits, squeezing and kneading the supple, tan flesh. The demon behind her grabs her hair in his fist and yanks her head back. Lina yelps in mixed pain and arousal.

The demon whispers into her ear, “Fucking whore. Worthless. You hear me? You’re only purpose is to be bred and give us more soldiers. Repeat it.”

Lina moans as their cocks thrust in near unison inside of her, sloshing around with the earlier loads pumped into her holes.

She whimpers, “R-repeat? Mmngh… Which part…?"

“I am worthless. My only purpose is to be bred. Say it.”

Lina whispers it, to which the demon yanks her head back again, and demands, “Louder!”

“My only purpose is to be bred! I am worthless!”

The demon laughs and spanks her ass, “Good slut. It wasn’t in the same order, but we can’t expect much from you. Your body’s meant to be fucked though. Be thankful for that.”

Lina nods her head, but says nothing. She drops forward once the demon releases her hair and buries her face into the muscular chest of the demon underneath her. She whimpers and moans as their big, thick, dicks continue to pound her tight anus and pussy, though not as tight as they were this morning.

Traxex can hardly believe her own body, her own desires. As she watches Lina getting plowed silly, she feels her nether region getting wet.

The Drow Ranger gulps nervously and returns her gaze to the two demon soldiers who are supposed to ‘make her cum.’

Okay, just thirty minutes, and then we’re free. Easy

Zed pulls out a pocket watch and hangs it around Lyralei’s neck. It was large enough that Traxex could see it ten feet away. He leans in and whispers to Windrunner, “I’m going to let you up now, so you can relax and enjoy the show. If you resist again, I’ll have every demon in this room run a train on your little Drow lover until there’s a jizz waterfall coming from her pussy.”

Lyralei feels her anger renew, but rather than act on it again, she simply nods and the demons holding her down let go and allow her to sit up.
Zed glances at Traxex, still smiling, and says, “Thirty minutes, starting… Now!”

The two demons take a few slow steps toward the Drow Ranger. They seemed to be in no rush as their large, rough, hands roam over her body. One of them stands behind Drow, grinding a half-erect cock against her ass cheek, while the other leans in and suckles on her dark blue nipple.
Traxex bites her lip and holds back a tiny moan. 

Confident bastards. They’re doing foreplay. When I’m done here, I’ll bring back everyone to clear this cave o- Oh!

The demon behind her slides his massive, red, cock between Traxex’s legs. He grinds the shaft against her pussy, which betrays Drow Ranger by leaking fem juices all over his big dick. The marauder in front of her has both huge breasts in his hands, massaging and kneading them as he alternates his mouth between nipples.

Traxex can’t hold back her next moan. She closes her eyes and leans back against the muscular demon. When she opens her eyes again, she meets Lyralei’s gaze. Tears were welling up in her beautiful green eyes as she watched the love of her life being violated, and start to enjoy it.
Drow Ranger shook her head and says, “I don’t want this, but… you fuckers are in control. For now.”

Zed says, “You heard her, boys. You’re in control. Show the slut her place.”

The two demons suddenly withdraw and push Traxex down to her knees. They both shift until they’re both in front of the kneeling Drow Ranger. She’s surprised to see them push their huge, meaty, shafts into her face.

Traxex glances at the pocket watch around Windrunner’s neck and smirks as she sees nearly ten minutes are gone.

Idiots. I won’t cum from a blowjob. It is a bit degrading, though…

Traxex opens her mouth and takes in her first cock. It’s at this moment she realizes how big they really are. They seemed be about a foot in length, maybe a little more, and about as thick as her wrist. Traxex struggles to take the first few inches into her mouth, and she tastes something she doesn’t expect. The cock is pleasant, almost soothing, in flavor. The pungent musk emanating from the girthy manhood makes her dizzy within seconds.

She sucks on the head of his cock for nearly a minute before pulling off. Her eyes are watering and Traxex can hardly believe the intense heat coming from her loins now. 

The Drow Ranger swallows and parts her lips again, allowing the demon cock access to deeper depth into her throat. To her own surprise, she gets half of it the meat tower in on the second try. She reaches up and grabs the cock, angling it slightly to go farther into her throat. She catches the back of her throat and the rest of the penis slides down her neck, causing it to bulge slightly.

She can only hold it for a few seconds until she gags and yanks herself backwards off of the cock. Traxex smiles, pleasantly, almost drunkenly, as she admires the huge dick in front of her. It was nothing like her fellow Drow had growing up. Nothing like some of the Humans had tried to brag about. It was real, it was huge, and something about its musk and its taste was driving the Drow Ranger up the wall.

Traxex takes the cock into her mouth once more, poor Lyralei all but forgotten, as she sobs at the sight of her lover engorging herself, with a visible excitement, on her captors’ cocks.

Zed ruffles her hair, like a man would a dog, and says, “Fear not, Lyralei. Once your companion reaches her first orgasm, you will get to handle a few cocks of your own.”

Lyralei scoffs, “You’re a crazy sociopath. And you’re wrong. We’re not like these other women. We’re stronger.”

Zed points to a woman near the other side of the large cavern.

“Even stronger than the infamous Legion Commander?”

Windrunner can hardly believe her eyes as she looks to where his large red finger is pointing. There she was, Commander Tresdin, her muscular legs wrapped around a rather tall demon, her arms around his neck, as she gleefully bounces herself up and down his huge, turgid, member.

“Is that all the strength you possess, beast?! Harder, I said! Harder! I command it.”

The demon’s hands squeeze Tresdin’s toned ass as he fucks her as hard as any demon could. His dick is practically a blur as it thrusts in and out of the Legion Commander’s pussy, squelching loudly for any nearby to hear. Her love tunnel grips and clamps down eagerly on the invading member, all too eager to receive in this case.

“You worthless warrior! Breed me, prove you’re worth of impregnating my egg.”

The demon growls, “You loud sow. You’re gonna get all the dick you need, filthy whore!”

Tresdin uses her tremendous strength to bounce herself in unison against his pelvis, his cock pushing as far as it possibly could into her warm depths. The two were covered in sweat and smelled pungent, like several days of non-stop sex.

The demon feels his climax coming, but he refuses to lose to the Legion Command-whore.

The demon glances at someone behind Tresdin and says, “Hey, over here. Shove it in her pussy.”

Tresdin was holding out, certain she’d outlast this single demon, until she felt a second cock probing her pussy from behind.

She gasps, “Reinforcements! From the rear flank no less… but you’re going for the center too, aren’t you?”

The newly arrived Demon leans in from behind her and whispers, “Two at once, slut. You’ll never be without a demon baby.”

Tresdin’s next words are interrupted by a moan as the cock pushes into her vagina alongside the one already occupying it. She screams out in mixed pleasure and ecstasy as the sensation alone causes her to clamp down and orgasm. Her juices squirt out, covering both cocks in copious amounts of her juices. 

The commander whimpers, “Another defeat… But I think I’m loving losing…”

“Fuck me! Please breed me, strong warriors!”

The demons do just that, easily holding Tresdin in the air, as they stuff her pussy full of more meat than ever before. Their sweat and precum mix together in a carnal exercise intent on reaching the next plane of ecstasy and pleasure.

It only takes a few minutes of the relentless demon dicks to make Tresdin climax yet again. She screams out, weaker than before, as her body is nearing its limit.

The demons decide to not hold back now that they’ve shown the Legion Commander their superiority. They start taking long and slow thrusts until both deposit a womb-busting load. The demons grunt and roar as they squirt more than a gallon of seed directly into Tresdin’s slutty pussy.

A small bulge in her stomach forms as she’s unceremoniously dropped to the floor. She looks up at the two warriors, in a daze, and says, “Well fought… demons… But the next victory… will be…”

Before she can finish, three others surround her, cocks at the ready, and Lyralei loses sight of her former comrade.

Zed says, “See, my dear? It’s not all that bad. You get to feel good all the time.”

Lyralei shakes her head, trying to ignore her own moistness at the sight of such a noble warrior debasing herself.

“I won’t listen to you. We’re not like them. We’re stronger. Even stronger than Tresdin.”

“Perhaps you should remind Traxex of that.”

The Windrunner looks back to her least favorite thing happening in the room. Traxex was now eagerly slurping on both cocks, switching back and forth between them. She alternates taking the huge cocks to the base, covering both in her spit. One hand was between her legs, rubbing at her clit eagerly. Lyralei gasps In shock as she watches her friend working to make herself lose.

“T-Trax! Stop it… Stop fingering yourself, you goddamn slut!”

Traxex looks back at Lyralei and feels a sudden sting of betrayal. 

S-She’s right… what am I doing? Am I trying to come? Oh god, how much time is left? I don’t know what I’ll do next…

The stopwatch indicates two minutes. The Ranger had nearly made it to the end, but she was more turned on than ever before in her life.

Suddenly she’s forced forward to her knees and elbows. The demon drops behind her and without any more teasing, shoves his fat cock into her sopping wet pussy. 

Traxex screams, “Oh, no, don’t fuck me! Seven hells!”

Traxex drops her head to the floor, wanting to hide her face from Lyralei. The Ranger could feel the rippling mix of pleasure and pain spreading through her entire body. She’d felt regret, worry, and pain from seemingly betraying her lover… but not anymore.

Traxex groans, “Fuck, this cock… is cheating. How is it so good?”

Her toned, round, ass ripples with every thrust from the demon. Her huge tits swing underneath her in a pendulous fashion. The demon's large hands grip her hips and he takes steady, paced thrusts into the Drow’s tight cunt. It would be mere moments now until Traxex reaches her first cock-orgasm of her whole life.

She lifts her head up from the cold stone floor to look at the stop watch.

S-sixty seconds! I can make it… I can ma…. Oh god, no I can’t!

Traxex’s mouth gapes wide as her pussy clenches like a vice on the invading cock. Her eyes roll back into her head and she screams as her juices flood down over the demon’s dick. Rather than slow down his thrusts, or relish in his victory over Traxex, he continues his thrusting, and speeds up the pace to push the Ranger further over the edge.

The second demon, who so far had waited patiently, thrusts his cock into the Drow’s gaping mouth. Traxex doesn’t register it at first, but eventually seals her lips around the massive member and suckles on it with reckless abandon.

Zed grins and yanks the watch off of Windrunner’s neck.

“A close one. It seems you did take longer than most, dear Traxex. But in the end, like all women, you are a slut desperate for a good breeding.”

Lyralei’s sobbing is silent, but copious. Tears flow freely from her eyes down her cheeks. 

Zed drops to one knee next to her and whispers in her ear, “Don’t worry, Windslut, the fun has just begun.”