DISCLAIMER: This is a lemon, which means it’s only intended for people over 18 years 
of age.  If you are over 18, or are not interested in this sort of thing, turn back now.  I 
doubt that will stop anyone, but I might as well get that out of the way …

And, of course, none of the character described herein belong to me.  The only thing that 
does is the lemon itself.  All that said, I hope you enjoy my humble little foray into the 
world of the Fighting Girls Lemon Megamix.  As Kakugo Jin would say … IT HAS 
BEGUN!
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Revenge of the Demon Blade Chapter 5: The Circle Turns
Written by the Anarkist

	Tifa Lockhart sighed as she looked around herself, her large brown eyes searching 
the deep forests that surrounded her.  None of it appeared any different from the miles of 
forest she had already trekked through, a seemingly endless expanse of alien-seeming 
trees.  She’d been walking for what must have been hours since fighting that strange 
armored woman, and she had yet to see a sign of any of the other warriors that the black-
skinned demon had mentioned.  She knew that anybody she met would likely be her 
enemies, but she was beginning to long to see anyone, even that armored woman.  She 
was tired, miserable, and she missed Cloud desperately.  She trudged on, however, 
knowing that the only way to return to her true love was to reach Jin’s spire, and 
overcome whatever task waited for her there.
	After a time that was unknown to her--the three suns in the sky made it rather 
difficult to figure out what hour it was--she reached the edge of a large lake.  It came so 
abruptly out of the woods that she almost fell over the lip before she knew it was there; 
she crested the top of a hill, and then there it was, a perfectly clear pool of blue water that 
stood in the middle of a large clearing.  She glanced down into the water, and grimaced at 
her reflection.  Her long mane of raven-black hair was mussed with sweat and housed a 
number of leaves of varying sizes and colors.  Her white T-shirt clung to her large breasts 
tightly, the material soaked a dingy gray with persperation.  She idly ran her fingers 
through her hair, managing to get most of the leaves out, but also mussing it up even 
worse than before.  Sighing, she reached her hands down to the smooth surface of the 
water, cupping them together underwater and then bringing them up to her face to drink.  
The cool liquid flowed down her throat, irrigating her parched throat.  Even her training 
as a freedom fighter for Avalanche didn’t protect her from thirst, after all.  The water was 
delicious, and she moved her hands down for another drink.  
	Suddenly, she felt something incredibly strong wrap itself around her wrists.  
With a yelp, she tried to pull back, and gaped as two arms made out of water followed her 
wrists, the semi-transparent hands clamped around her wrists.  She strained at the bonds, 
but with a sudden yank, they pulled her into the water.  She was barely able to take a 
deep breath before she was submerged completely in the water, being pulled down into 
the depths by whatever monster had taken her.  At first she tried to struggle, twisting and 
thrashing against the force’s strength, but she soon realized that such a struggle would get 
her nowhere.  She couldn’t even use her materia, as any magic that might have an effect 
on it would hurt her just as much, such as trying to hit it with a lighting bolt.  So, closing 
her eyes, she let the strong hands drag her into the waters, hoping that her air would hold 
out long enough to reach whatever destination the monster was taking her to.

****

	Phaia moaned and gasped, her voluptuous body covered in sweat as she thrust 
against her lover’s body.  The man was dark-skinned and muscular, his face a grimace of 
pleasure as he pounded into the young woman’s pussy, her own gasps and moans mere 
background noise as he fucked her relentlessly.
	“Ahhh … nngh … mmmmmm …” she cooed, her large breasts heaving as the 
dark-skinned man moved his face down to her right nipple, sucking and nibbling on the 
rock-hard nub.  She gasped at the sensations, grinding her crotch harder against her 
lover’s, her pussy clenching rapidly around the man’s large cock, making him moan as 
well.  They rocked and thrust and moaned, giving themselves fully over to carnal ecstasy.  
At last he threw his head back and groaned, thrusting deep into Phaia’s soaking vagina 
and blasting his load inside of her.
	“Ahhhh yesss … come in me …” Phaia moaned, wrapping her long legs around 
her lover’s waist and holding him tight against her body as he shot his cum into her 
waiting pussy.  “Mmmm … so hot …”
	Finally, the man had expended himself, and pulled out of Phaia’s vagina.  
“Wow,” was all the man could say, as he tried to catch his breath.  “You’re much better 
than the other whores in this city.  Not to mention,” he added, as he looked appreciatively 
up and down her naked, gleaming body.  “You’re quite a bit sexier.”
	“Thanks, handsome,” Phaia replied, brushing a strand of her amber hair out of her 
face and watching as her customer dressed.  “But I still have to charge you the ordinary 
rate.  5 gold for straight missionary, you know that.”
	“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, pulling out a change purse from his clothes and 
tossing five small coins on the bed.  “I’ll see you around the same time next week?”
	“Count on it,” Phaia replied, as the man walked out of her apartment.  She sighed, 
picking up the gold coins.  Her main occupation was bounty hunting, and she actually 
paid herself well enough to live off of from that.  But, ever since her battle with the 
incubus, she was a complete and total nymphomaniac.  She almost needed sex to live.  
Generally, it didn’t bother her--it wasn’t such a bad life, especially since she had the body 
for it--but there were times when she wished she could leave her sex-crazed personality 
behind, and just concentrate strictly on her bounty hunting skills.
	As she idly turned the coins over in her hands, her eyes open but not really seeing, 
an oval shape began to open behind her.  It started with a portal only a few inches around, 
but grew rapidly.  What it opened up to was not apparent by looking at it; all there was to 
see was a vast, inpenetrable darkness.  Phaia continued to stare off into space, not 
noticing the dimensional rift opening directly behind her.
	Slowly, a black tendril of energy snaked outward, followed by another.  They 
waved in place for several seconds, as though gaining their bearings, and then darted 
forward, wrapping around her shoulders painfully tight.  
	“What the …” Phaia cried, as the tendrils began pulling her towards the portal.  
She screamed and tried to struggle, but the tendrils were far stronger than she was.  
Desperately, she tried to reach for her sword.  It fell off of the bedstand and onto her bed, 
unfortunately beyond the reach of her hands.  Grimacing with the strain, she reached 
forward with her right foot, snagging the strap on her big toe.  She was able to thread it 
through the rest of her toes before the tendrils yanked her headfirst into the abyss, and for 
a time, Phaia, the woman known as Spunky Knight, knew no more.

****

	Tifa groaned, her eyes closing more tightly as she started coughing.  Rolling over 
on her stomach, she spat out a large amount of lake water, still coughing.  She panted and 
gasped for air, as her waterlogged lungs cleared themselves out.  
	Finally, she rolled back onto her back, and carefully opened her eyes.  She was on 
the rocky shore of a cavern, with the dark water of the lake gently lapping two feet to her 
left.  There was no sign of the monster that had dragged her to this place, which was 
good.  Until she caught her breath, Tifa doubted she’d be able to fight much of anything.
	Slowly, Tifa sat up, noticing two things almost immediately.  First was that the 
stone walls that surrounded her were covered in some kind of bright green fungus, which 
was where the dim light was coming from.  The second thing she noticed was her clothes, 
soaking wet, piled neatly in one corner.  Beside them, a large doorway was seemingly 
carved out of the rock, leading away from the shore.
	Tifa attempted to get to her feet, but fell back down again before she could do 
more than get on her knees.  Her trip through the lake had been exhausting, and she could 
barely even sit up, much less stand.  So, she simply lay on her back, massive breasts 
heaving with each breath, as Tifa waited for her strength to return.  
	After a few minutes, the sound of footfalls reached her ears.  Tifa’s eyes had been 
closed while she was resting; now they snapped open, her brown pools searching the 
cavern for what was coming at her.  The room she was in was too small for anything to 
be coming at her unseen, so whatever it was, it was coming from the doorway.
	Slowly, Tifa attempted to stand up again.  This time, she succeeded, though she 
was still a bit wobbly on her feet.  She glanced at her clothing, where her materia and her 
gauntlet was, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to it in time.  Instead, Tifa 
assumed a battle-ready stance, her hands curling into fists as she waited for what was 
about to come around the bend.
	She was not prepared for what came around the corner, however.  A stunningly 
beautiful woman, as naked as she but with long, purple hair that flowed around her like a 
veil.  She was almost as voluptuous as Tifa, with large, perfectly rounded breasts that sat 
high up on her chest.  Her large, pink nipples were obviously erect, and swayed 
seductively from side to side as she walked.  Her vagina was surrounded by a thin swatch 
of purple pubic hair, and even from ten feet away, the woman’s smell hit Tifa’s nostrils 
and assaulted them.  She knew the smell of female arousal well, being one herself, but the 
woman’s was much stronger than Tifa’s.  It was thicker, muskier … more vital.  Below 
the woman’s fragrant pussy, two long legs stretched down into the only clothing the 
woman wore, a pair of high-heeled red leather boots.  Moving her eyes back up to the 
woman’s face, she saw a pair of folded, purple wings sprouting from her shoulders.  The 
woman’s eyes were deep violet, and they gazed at Tifa with cool appraisal.
	“Who are you?” Tifa demanded, trying to ignore the tingling sensations that were 
coming from between her legs.  She was dismayed to find that she was beginning to 
become aroused by this strange woman.  She had never had sexual feelings toward 
another woman before, but this one was turning her on beyond belief.
	The woman did not reply, but only smiled slightly, continuing to advance towards 
Tifa.  “Hey, what’re you doing?  Stay back!” Tifa said, taking a step backwards.  Her 
heel slipped over the edge of the shore, and she almost lost her balance and fell into the 
water again.  She instinctively took a step forward, but that only put her closer to the 
strange woman, who had paused in her stride.  She was looking at Tifa with amusement, 
as though she was a small child who amused her with her antics.
	“Stay back, I’m warning you …” Tifa threatened, tightening her hands into fists 
again.  The woman ignored her, and started walking towards her again.  Tifa waited, 
muscles wound up tightly, until she was less than three feet away.  Then, whirling on her 
heel, Tifa brought her bare foot up in a fierce kick, aiming right at her mysterious 
hostess’ face. 
	The woman caught Tifa’s foot in one hand almost effortlessly, and again gave 
Tifa that condescending smile.  Tifa could only hop up and down on one foot, her breasts 
bouncing with each jump, to keep her balance.  The woman’s purple eyes moved down to 
watch Tifa’s bouncing mounds, a long, slender tongue coming out to lick her full, red 
lips.  Tifa blushed in embarassment, but couldn’t even cover herself for fear of falling 
down and being completely at the woman’s mercy.  
	Suddenly, the woman stroked Tifa’s bare foot with her other hand, tracing from 
her toes to her ankle with her fingernails before releasing her.  Tifa stumbled back, 
surprised at the woman’s action and disoriented.  The tingling between her legs had 
turned into a maddening ache, and as the woman continued to come closer, she felt her 
will to fight slowly draining away.  The musky aroma of the woman filled her nostrils, 
making it hard to think.  
	The strange woman came closer and closer, until the two women stood directly in 
front of each other, the tip of their bare breasts just barely touching each other, their lips 
only inches apart.  Tifa moaned unconsciously as their rock-hard nipples brushed against 
one another, the warmth between her legs suddenly spreading to fill her stomach with 
warmth.  She didn’t think she’d ever been so exquisitely aroused in her life, and was 
completely unable to resist when the woman moved forward slightly, her nipples poking 
a little harder against Tifa’s as she ran her lips along Tifa’s neck, covering it with light 
kisses.  Tifa merely stood, stock still, as the woman’s arms caressed her thin waist and 
then moved around to cup her full buttocks, squeezing them gently.  This elicited another 
moan from Tifa, who still could not bring herself to make a single move to resist.  The 
woman’s scent filled her mind, and all she could think about what kind of pleasure was 
awaiting her.  
	The woman’s lips traveled across Tifa’s neck, and then to her earlobe.  Her 
tongue flicked out, tickling her ear with the tip.  Then, her soft lips pressed against it, she 
spoke.
	“I am Delilah,” she whispered, and pressed her breasts harder against Tifa’s.  Still 
Tifa was unable to move, her mind completely consumed by the passion that ran through 
her every time Delilah touched her.  “You are truly beautiful, my dear.  It has been 
centuries since I have seen such an exquisite creature as yourself.  Tell me, do you like 
me being so close to you?”
	“Y …yes …” Tifa found herself gasping.  As though of their own violition, her 
arms reached out and caressed Delilah’s back, feeling the woman’s soft, smooth flesh 
under her hands.  
	With that, Delilah moved her mouth over Tifa’s cheek, kissing her eyelids and her 
nose.  Letting go of Tifa’s ass with one hand, she gently caressed Tifa’s cheek, looking 
deep into her lover’s eyes for an instant before kissing her deeply.  Tifa’s eyes widened; 
she had never been kissed like this, not even by Cloud.  Delilah’s lips were so sweet, and 
her tongue felt so good between her lips.  Slowly, Tifa moved her hands up Delilah’s 
back, narrowly missing her wings.  Her hands reached the back of Delilah’s head, and 
gently she pulled the woman closer, her tongue beginning to wrestle with Delilah’s in her 
mouth as she closed her eyes.
 	As soon as Tifa’s eyes were closed, Delilah’s took on an evil gleam, as she moved 
the hand that was caressing Tifa’s cheek down to her massive breast.  Tifa moaned 
around their dueling tongues, as Delilah’s fingers teased and pulled on her large, dark 
nipple.  The other hand, meanwhile, had begun to rub between the cheeks of Tifa’s ass, 
caressing the firm flesh there while coming closer and closer to her anus.  
	“N-no … ahhh …” Tifa moaned, as Delilah began kissing her way back down her 
neck, moving down her shoulders and to the swell of her bosom.  Lifting Tifa’s massive 
breast with one hand, she lowered her mouth to the freedom fighter’s erect nipple, teasing 
Tifa’s areola with her tongue and coating it with her saliva.  Tifa gasped and shuddered, 
pressing Delilah’s face harder into her breast.  The purple-haired woman sucked Tifa’s 
warm titflesh into her mouth, nibbling on it with her teeth.  Tifa squeaked at the 
sensation, then gasped, her eyes opening wide as she felt Delilah’s finger pierce her tight 
asshole.  
	“N … noo …” Tifa was barely able to gasp out.  “That … that’s dirty …” She 
trailed off into a long moan, as the sensations from her anus and nipple overpowered her 
conscious mind.  She could only clasp Delilah’s face to her breast and moan, not noticing 
the fluids that trickled down her bare thighs to drip onto the floor.  Grinning, the woman 
worked her finger in and out of Tifa’s anus, making the girl moan in surprise and 
pleasure.  After almost a minute, Delilah released Tifa’s nipple from her mouth, letting 
the large breast fall back onto Tifa’s chest.  The two women kissed again, with even more 
passion than before.  Slowly, Delilah pushed Tifa to the ground, forcing her to lie on her 
back while their tongues continued to duel.  Suddenly, Tifa felt Delilah’s finger exit her 
anus, and gasped with the loss.  Then she screamed, as Delilah pistoned two fingers deep 
into Tifa’s wet pussy.
	Tifa bucked, her massive breasts bouncing on her chest as she thrashed about in 
ecstasy.  Delilah’s beautiful face curled into a sneer, as her violet eyes suddenly flashed a 
dark red.  As caught up in the pleasure as she was, Tifa didn’t notice the change in her 
lover as she slowly started kissing her way back down her body, her fingers pumping in 
and out rhythmically the entire time.  Delilah nipped at Tifa’s now ultra-sensitive nipples 
with her teeth, then moved down to tickle her belly button with her tongue.  By the time 
she reached Tifa’s black thatch of pubic hair, the freedom fighter was gurgling and 
screaming with the sensations.  
	“P…please …” Tifa gasped.  “Lick me … let me … come …”
	Smiling with unholy glee, Delilah spread Tifa’s outer lips with the hand that 
wasn’t already pumping her pussy, licking her lips at the shiny pink flesh of Tifa’s cunt.  
Mashing her lips against it, Delilah dove in, driving her long, slender tongue into her 
pussy and licking her relentlessly.  Tifa wrapped her long legs around Delilah’s head, 
pressing the woman’s face into her vagina as she came almost immediately.  
	“Ohhh … ohhhhhhh god …” Tifa screamed, a flood of hot juices erupting from 
her vagina and blasting into Delilah’s face.  The woman lapped them all up eagerly, her 
eyes growing a deeper and deeper red with every drop of cum she absorbed.  
	At last, the orgasm passed, leaving Tifa panting and covered in sweat.  For a 
moment, all intelligible thought was lost … and then, suddenly, she snapped back to her 
senses.  Glancing down, she saw Delilah’s beautiful face twisted into a demonic sneer, 
her eyes glowing deep red.  Immediately, she knew this was a monster, and that she was 
in great danger unless she could get away from it.
	Delilah gave Tifa’s pussy one last lick, and then moved back up the length of her 
body, the demonic attributes fading from her face almost instantly.  She kissed Tifa 
passionately, and she did her best to play along, opening her lips and letting her tongue 
snake its way in.  She could taste her own fluids on Delilah’s tongue.  She almost wanted 
to simply lay back and let Delilah do whatever she wanted to … but then she remembered 
Cloud, and how worried he would be about her.  
	Taking Delilah’s head in her hands again, Tifa pretended to kiss her back, rolling 
to one side so that she was on top.  Delilah smiled around their tongues, and rolled over 
as well, in the same direction.  Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw that they 
were less than three feet away from her clothing now.  In that pile of clothing was her 
materia.  She rolled over again, letting her large breasts press down on Delilah’s, and 
again Delilah did the same.  Success.
	Moving one of her hands down to cup Delilah’s right asscheek, Tifa used the 
other to reach towards the pile of clothes in the center.  For a few terrifying seconds, she 
thought she wouldn’t be able to find it …
	And then her hand closed around one of the hard stones that were used for magic 
in her world.  Smiling herself now, Tifa continued to kiss Delilah passionately … right 
until she smashed the materia into her head with all her strength.
	Delilah cried out, rolling off of Tifa, clutching the back of her head.  As Tifa rose 
to her feet, “Delilah” began to change, the purple hair sinking into the soft, alabaster skin, 
her wings folding out and becoming much larger.  She glared at Tifa with eyes that had 
become furnaces, and snarled, revealing rows of sharp teeth. 
	Tifa smirked, drawing her fist back.  Energy began to coalesce in her fist, making 
it glow with blue energy.  The demon that had called itself Delilah paused in its 
transformation, looking at her with first curiosity and then, fear.
	“Boy, did you pick the wrong girl to fuck,” Tifa sneered, before rushing forward 
with her Final Heaven attack.  The demon attempted to dodge, but Tifa’s glowing fist 
smashed into its chest.  Immediately, there was a massive explosion of blue energy, as 
“Delilah” was thrown across the room to crash into the far wall, impaling it on a sharp 
outcropping of rock.  It gurgled, black blood pouring out of its mouth as it shuddered in 
its death throes.  Then, after a few seconds more, it lay still.
	Smirking, Tifa quickly pulled her miniskirt and t-shirt back on, noting that they 
had been able to dry somewhat after her dunk in the pool.  Strapping her gauntlet back 
onto her right fist, she tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder and walked through 
the stone doorway, trying to find a way out.

****

	Phaia groaned as she slowly regained consciousness, immediately noting a dull, 
throbbing sensation in the back of her skull.  Her hand went back to rub at it, and as she 
did, she felt spongy grass underneath.  Surprised, she opened her amber eyes wide, and 
found herself looking up into a sky where three suns blazed and purple clouds raced 
across the sky.
	Grimacing, Phaia sat up, wincing as it caused a large bolt of pain to jolt through 
her skull.  She didn’t even have to look down to tell that she was still naked; the weight 
of her large breasts were apparent the moment she sat up.  Also, some of the blades of 
grass were poking her in a rather rude place.  They felt almost like little swords …
	“Shit!” she cursed out loud.  “My sword!”  Quickly, the bounty hunter scanned 
the clearing she was in for it.  She saw a glimmer of metal at the fringe where the grass 
turned into thick forest and dense undergrowth, and crawled towards it.  She uttered a 
sigh of relief as she grasped the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, pulling 
them apart to reveal the gleam of cold, hard steel.  Slinging the strap that she’d dragged it 
into this world by over her shoulder, she slowly got to her feet, still shaking the cobwebs 
out of her head.
“Greetings,” a deep, powerful voice rumbled from behind her.
Phaia’s reflexes as a bounty hunter, even disoriented, naked and off-balance, were 
as sharp as ever.  In less time than it takes to write, Phaia had whirled towards the sound 
of the voice, drawing her sword from its sheathe in one fluid motion.
Before her stood the massive figure of Kukago Jin, arms crossed over his massive 
chest as he gazed at her naked body appraisingly.  From the slight smile at the edges of 
his lips, he was enjoying what he saw.  
Phaia was not terribly impressed.  “Who are you?” she demanded.  “What am I 
doing here?”
 	The massive demon replied with a smirk and a sweeping, grandiose bow.  “My 
name is Kukago Jin, and I welcome you to my home.  As for what you are doing here, I 
have summoned you as one of the most powerful, skilled fighters in all the universe.  
You, and a select group of others, will be competing in a grand tournament to prove who 
truly is the greatest warrior of them all!”
“Sounds nice,” Phaia replied coolly.  “So what do I get out of it?”
“Anything your heart desires, my dear,” Jin replied, her smile never fading.  “All 
you have to do is make your way towards that large spire of rock in the east.”  He 
gestured with one massive hand, pointing towards it as he continued.  “There, you will 
find my castle, where you will face your final combatants to determine the true winner.  
You will find that there are other women seeking the same goal as yourself, and you may 
have to fight them in order to advance.  Should you reach the castle, you shall see me 
again.  Until then, all you need to know is, IT HAS BEGUN!” 
With those words, Jin disappeared in a flash of light.  Phaia hissed, throwing her 
arm over her eyes.  Of course, it was too late to do any good, as the light had already 
passed.  Phaia blinked her eyes rapidly, her eyesight slowly coming back.  The flash 
hadn’t done anything to help her headache, either.  Phaia was just beginning to turn 
towards the spire and begin walking, when she abruptly realized that she was still naked.
“Fuck!” she cursed, snarling in disgust.  “How in the hell am I supposed to fight 
like this?”  Looking at the dense undergrowth, she cursed again.  “I wouldn’t even make 
it past those thorn bushes, much less all the way to that damned castle.  Wonderful.”
Phaia idly kicked at the ground with one bare foot, frustrated.  Then, deciding that 
standing here would do her no good, she paced around the outline of the clearing, trying 
to find a way through the underbrush that wasn’t covered in two-inch long thorns.  As a 
result, she didn’t see the rope trap hidden in the grass until it suddenly snapped up around 
her, yanking her into the air.  Her sword slipped off her shoulder and fell to the ground 
with a clatter, leaving her naked, trapped, and defenseless.
“Fuck!” she swore, as the creatures apparently behind her capture emerged from 
the forest, grinning wickedly. There were three of them, and looked roughly human, with 
red and black skin that formed strange patterns on their faces and bare torsos.  In place of 
hair, each had a nest of short, sharp-looking horns sprouting from their heads.  They wore 
black pantaloons and boots, and the leader was clad in a black sleeveless shirt.  It was this 
one that moved up to Phaia and grabbed the ropes, turned her like a hunk of meat on a 
spit to be appraised.
“Cut that out, you stupid bastard!” Phaia yelled.  The leader stepped back, 
surprised at her defiance, then snarled.
“A mouthy little bitch, aren’t you?” he growled, as he reached out a hard to 
roughly squeeze Phaia’s breast in his clawed hand.  His yellow eyes flashed dangerously.  
“Well, I know exactly how to handle that.  C’mon, boys, let’s bring ‘er down and see 
what we’ve caught for outselves.”
Moving behind the tree, the two lesser demons untied the knot holding the rope 
net up.  Immediately, Phaia was sent crashing to the ground, hard.  The spongy grass 
prevented her from breaking her back, but stunned her long enough for the leader to 
produce a leather strap from his belt and quickly bind her wrists behind her back.  
	“Ngggh … what the hell are you doing?” Phaia demanded, trying to struggle even 
though she knew it was too late.  By now, the other demons had returned from behind the 
tree, and were once again wearing lustful grins on their hideous visages.
	“Simple, my dear,” the demon growled, licking Phaia’s cheek with a long, bilbous 
tongue.   “The Master promised us we can do whatever we want with any of you girls we 
catch, just as long as we don’t plant our seed in any of you.  It’s not often we get an 
opportunity to fuck a human girl … especially a piece of ass like you.”
	With that, the demon slipped off his pants, revealing a massive penis that was 
covered in the same red and black pattern as the rest of his body.  Immediately Phaia’s 
incubus-cursed body reacted to the site of the enormous phallus, and she had to fight 
from licking her lips at the sight.  Instead, she merely glared up at the leader coldly, as 
the other two circled around behind her.
	Phaia gasped as she felt one of the demons suddenly stick two fingers in her 
moistening pussy.  The demon flexed his fingers inside her, forcing her to bite back a 
moan.  The demon then pulled out its fingers, which were glistening with Phaia’s juices.  
“Look at this,” the demon sneered.  “We ain’t even fucked ‘er yet, and the little slut is 
already dripping wet.”
	“Well, what do you think about that,” the leader said, smiling malevolently down 
at the bounty hunter.  “Not just mouthy, but horny too.  Well, I know how to fix that.”
	With that, the demon suddenly grabbed her head in its clawed hands and impaled 
Phaia’s face on his enormous cock.  The girl’s eyes opened wide, gagging at the deep-
throating penetration.  Her first instinct was to bite down on it, but then the demon sunk 
two fingers into the pressure points on the sides of her head and squeezed.  She uttered a 
muffled scream around the leader’s cock, which caused him to utter a low moan.  
	“No teeth, bitch, or I break your neck,” the demon growled.  “Now then, I want 
you to give me the best damn blowjob you’ve ever given.  Oh, and don’t forget to 
swallow.”
	As he finished, he slowly pulled away from Phaia’s mouth, and then thrust back 
in, mercilessly fucking her face.  Sighing internally, Phaia decided to make the most of it, 
and started sucking deeply on the demon’s member, using her tongue on the sensitive 
underside as the leader thrust in and out.  Despite the demon’s repulsive appearance, he 
was the same as a human male in taste and texture, so bit by bit, her nymphomaniac side 
began creeping in and she started to enjoy it.
	Then, suddenly, she felt something enormous enter her asshole and thrust all the 
way in.  Her eyes, which had began to close as her sex-crazed personality took over, 
suddenly opened wide again and she uttered another scream through her mouthful of 
cock. 
	“Hey Wedge, I think the little bitch likes that!” one of the demons behind her 
laughed.  Again those fingers entered her.  “Look, she’s flooding!  What a fuckin’ 
nympho!”
	Ignoring Phaia’s whimpers, the demon taking her ass started thrusting in and out, 
in time with the demon she was sucking on.  The two created a rhythm, plugging her in 
both ends.  And, as the bounty hunter gave more and more into her curse, she really did 
start to like the sensations shooting through her.  As a result, when the remaining demon 
slid between her spread thighs and started licking her swollen vagina, she came almost 
immediately, a flood of her honey rushing out and coating the demon’s tongue and her 
thighs.  She moaned and gasped around the leader’s cock, and when the demon bellowed 
and blasted an enormous load of come unto her mouth, she mindlessly swallowed it all 
down, and even licked all remnants of the infernal semen from his swollen cock.
	The leader pulled away, looking down at the bound bounty hunter with surprise.  
Phaia was drooling slightly from the massive load she had just swallowed, and was 
panting desperately as the demon in her ass kept pounding her relentlessly.
	“Damn, you really are a nympho, aren’t you,” the leader mused to himself.  “You 
really WILL be fun to play with.  Biggs, get out from under there.  Wedge, haul her up 
onto her knees.”
	The two demons complied, the one licking her pussy rather more relunctantly.  
The demon in her ass just kept right on fucking, going deeper and deeper each time.  
Phaia was liberally moaning by this time, her breasts swelling with her panting and her 
nipples standing out on her chest.  When the leader placed the tip of his cock against her 
oozing hole, she didn’t even bother to hold her dark side back.
	“Nnnng … fuck me, you bastard!”
	Eyes blazing, the leader immediately did so, shoving every inch of his 
demonhood into her pussy.  Phaia screamed in ecstasy, and both demons had to hold on 
for dear life as she started bouncing and writhing with another orgasm.  Her eyes closed 
shut, and both demons moaned as her nether regions contracted around their cocks.  She 
thrust against both of them, completely taken away by the pleasure shooting through her 
body.  When the orgasm finally subsided, she opened her eyes, only to find herself 
staring at the only demon’s cock she didn’t have inside her.  Without even waiting for the 
demon to shove it into her mouth, she stretched her neck out, swallowing up the head 
eagerly and sucking on it, using her tongue to lick the sensitive head, tasting the demon’s 
salty pre-come.  The demon moaned in surprise and ecstasy, pumping the girl’s mouth 
while the other two fucked her vigorously.  The lead demon reached out his clawed 
hands, grasping and squeezing her large, soft breasts in his hands.  His bulbous tongue 
flicked out, tasting her sweet young titflesh, and Phaia shuddered in pleasure.  
	At last, the demon in her ass cried out, thrusting his member in to the hilt in her 
anus before shooting what felt like a gallon of demonic semen into Phaia’s ass.  She cried 
out as the hot come boiled in her asshole, or at least as much as one can cry out with her 
mouth filled with a demon’s penis.  At about the same time, the leader uttered a strangled 
cry as well, just barely pulling out of her before shooting a massive amount of come all 
over Phaia’s bare stomach, tits, and shaved pussy.  
	“Damn, captain,” the one in Phaia’s mouth moaned, continuing to piston in and 
out of Phaia’s eager mouth.  “This bitch loves it!  Are all human girls this horny?”
	“I don’t think so,” the leader said.  “I think I detect an incubus’ spell on her.  It 
must be a curse or something.”
	“Whatever it is, I sure do like it!” the demon behind her said, eagerly groping at 
Phaia’s large breasts.  “Shall we take her back to the lair, boss?  Let the others fight for 
their pussy; we’ve got one that’ll put out for free!”
	While the demons were exchanging their banter, Phaia was slowly coming out of 
her orgasmic daze.  While she didn’t mind being fucked by three men, being raped by 
three demons was quite another story, no matter how well-hung they were.  Out of the 
corner of her eye, Phaia saw the tooth of a long-dead predator, almost completely hidden 
in the leaves.  Being as quiet as she could, making sure to keep up the blowjob, she 
snatched up the tooth and started slowly sawing at the strap that bound her wrists.
	By now, the demon had rotated her head so that she was facing towards the right.  
Meanwhile, the lead demon had taken both of her large tits in his hands and mashed his 
cock between them, fucking her tits slowly, almost casually.  The third demon, she 
assumed, was recovering somewhere before he decided to go at her again.
	Finally, Phaia felt the tooth break all the way through the leather, and she was 
free.  Just as she was breaking through, the demon in her mouth cried out and pulled out, 
demonic semen shooting all over her face as his orgasm hit.  Her eyes closed as the sticky 
white substance covered her lovely face, her mouth instinctively opening to catch some 
of it.  Continuing to pretend her horny side was still dominant, she licked her lips with 
her smooth, pink tongue, tasting the demonic seed covering her face.  She smiled up at 
him … and then grabbed hold of the demon’s cock in one hand, slashing upwards with 
the tooth with the other.  The demon screamed in agony as the tooth sliced all the way 
through, staggering backwards while holding his crotch, blood spurting out in a wide 
stream.
	“Shit!  She’s loose-OOF!” the other secondary demon began, only to be cut off 
when Phaia kicked him directly in the balls.  His eyes flared a bright yellow, then 
sputtered out as he fell to his knees.  
	Phaia dived for her sword, knowing that she didn’t have a long window of 
opportunity before the leader caught his bearings and killed her.  She caught it, just as the 
head demon pounced on her, sharp claws digging into her soft flesh.  The leader seized 
her, snarling, and rolled her over onto her back, trying to pin her underneith his weight.  
As she rolled, Phaia drew her sword, pressing the cold steel to the demon’s throat. 
	“You boys really should tie your rape victims up more securely,” she said coolly.  
She glanced over at the demon she had castrated, who had apparently collapsed from the 
pain and was now twitching in unconsciousness.  “Then again, I doubt you’ll be raping 
much of anyone anytime soon.  Now stand up, nice and slow.”
	The leader did as ordered, glaring at Phaia all the while.  The bounty hunter 
merely smirked at the demon’s glare, glancing at the one she had kicked to make sure he 
was no threat.  Like his companion, he was on the ground, except he had curled up into a 
ball, clutching his testicles and whimpering.  
	“You!” Phaia commanded, being sure to keep the leader in the corners of her 
vision.  When he tried to move away, she twisted the sword slightly, nicking the flesh of 
the demon’s neck.  He stopped moving.  “Stop clutching your balls and throw me your 
pants.”
	The demon glanced up, and decided not to argue the point.  Picking up his pants, 
he tossed them to the bounty hunter, who caught them with one hand, immediately 
turning back to the leader.  As soon as the bounty hunter’s gaze left him, the lesser 
demon turned on his heel and dashed into the forest, ignoring the thorns in his path in his 
eagerness to get away from the bounty hunter.
	Taking the pantaloons in her free hand, she wiped the majority of the demons’ 
semen off of her, keeping her eyes on the leader all the while.  Finally, when she was 
mostly satisfied with the job, she tossed them over her shoulder.
	“Turn around,” she ordered him.  When he did so, Phaia brought the sword up and 
smashed the flat of it directly into the demon’s cranium.  Several of the horns on his head 
cracked or snapped off from the blow, and he fell on his face, unconscious.  Then, 
crouching by the demon’s form, she quickly pulled off his shirt and pants, putting them 
on herself.  The shirt was a little tight on her bosom, and the pantaloons were too loose, 
but they were better than nothing.  Pulling on the boots as well, she then gazed down at 
her captor, considering.
	“Eh, you weren’t a bad lay,” Phaia muttered finally.  Then she smirked again.  
“But not good enough.  And no one rapes the Spunky Knight without paying for it.”
	With that, she brought the sword down on the demon’s neck, lopping off his head 
neatly at the shoulders.  The head rolled away, turning face-up to glare sullenly at his 
killer.  Phaia gave a mock salute and slung her sword’s sheathe over her shoulder.  Then, 
turning her face towards the spire in the east, she walked off, determined to win her prize.

****

	In the top of the highest tower in the castle, Kakugo Jin sat with his eyes closed, 
his legs folded underneath him.  The winds swirled around him, unnoticed, as the 
flickering torches bathed his ebony skin in unholy light.  He was smiling.
	The women that had been drawn from the various worlds were indeed powerful, 
and had already slain several of his demon warriors.  No matter; thus far, what the 
women had faced were mere foot soldiers in his army, easily replaced.  And when the 
strongest of them all emerged from the tournament to become his new bride, it would all 
be worth it.  Their child would inherit its parents’ powers, and then the door out of this 
prison would be thrown asunder.
	And then, the Demon Blade would indeed have his ultimate revenge …

-End of Chapter 5-

Notes: I’ve been a big fan of this series for awhile, so I was thrilled to have the 
opportunity to contribute a chapter to it.  I’d like to thank all the lemon writers whose 
stories I’ve read, both good and bad, from whom I’ve acquired my own specific style 
(and for teaching me what NOT to do!)  Comments and criticisms can be sent to 
Discord999@aol.com.  Flames will be laughed at, mocked, and then summarily deleted.