((A war that has lasted over 30 years, you have finally turned 22 and would be turned over to the government from your small village to fight against the Demons. The many species of your world were always fighting against each other, but Demons were always the worst. They were a brutal and terrifying species, the storied told about them put chills down your spine but you had no choice but to fight. As you finished your month of training and geared up, you were sent on a ship to where the main fight was happening, but while you were on the boat. They attacked. A loud boom sounded and your ship was cut in half, killing a large portion of your allies and causing the ship to slowly sink into the sea. You made it out on a board and washed up to the shore passed out, but who found you was the worst outcome you could imagine.))

You woke up a day or two after your ship was destroyed, your head throbbing as you felt a soft fabric under you. You shot up and looked around, but all you saw was the brutal architecture of the Demons. You were sat in what you assumed was a bedroom, surprisingly nice but there were weapons all around. Before you could look around anymore, the door slowly creaked open and you saw her. A 6'9ft tall woman with dark skin, long black hair, two large horns, and an armoured fur coat that showed off her abs and inner chest. When she saw you up she smiled widely with sharp teeth and walked over to the side of the bed.

"Morning prisoner, sorry to tell you but you were the only survivor of your little accident."

She flicked your forehead teasingly, you weren't sure why a prisoner would have such a nice room. But as you looked to the right side of the room, you saw a large painting of the woman beside you. You were in her bed.

"Now, I won't force you, but I would like to sleep and this is my bed."

She shrugged and walked over to the opposite side of you, laying down with her back turned to you. She got comfortable quickly, almost falling asleep immediatly.