The dark fiend sneered at the armored figure before him "no man can defeat me"

She tossed her axe from one hand to the other and back again "but I am no man"

The fiend leered down at her
"and no woman can go unravaged"

She swallowed hard as her axe dropped from her hand, the buckles on her armour began to unfasten themselves and she fell back on the ground, her bared legs spreading even as she tried to close them
"Oh bugger"

The ravaging was just about to begin when her pet slamander saw what it thought was a new ball bouncing around and pounced on it with glee, the fiend threw his head back to roar in pain and surprise before the roar died off into a gurgle from the axe buried in his throat.

Unfortunately for our heroine, when the fiend slumped down onto her, his death throes completed the ravage and her scream of surprise at the sudden thrust as the dead body stiffened for a moment spasming hard a few times then spewing out its final lust before falling still and silent, laying heavily between her legs.

Squirming out from under the limp fiend, she staggered to the nearby river to wash away her blood and the fiend's final gift as the dark sky cleared and the sun shone forth for the first time in days, then collapsed on the riverbank while her pet played with it's new toy and after finishing a foul tasting potion she kept for just this moment, drifted off to sleep with all of the prophecies fulfilled, some less expected than others, but still filled.

She often basks in the glory of her victory but still can't help wondering sometimes what a proper ravishing might feel like.