"Well, then, feel free to mention it when he returns." She pauses. "Oh—what's your name? I realize we never introduced ourselves."

--giggle. "Oh. It's Elodea. Elodea Crescentlake."

"Nesifra. And my brother is Sovarith."

"Pretty. I guess what your people lack in morality you make up for in aesthetics."

"I can't say I've ever thought to balance the two."

"I wasn't seriously attempting to do so either. It's just a way of commenting on the pretty. I suppose it's an idiom that wouldn't translate." She yawns again, and her eyelids half-close.

"Do you want to sleep?"

"Yeah, kinda...hey, how'd you do that when we first met, anyway, elves're supposed to be immune."

"I'm sure my magic works very differently from the kinds you know about. And I've spent thousands of years developing the skill. It's marvelously useful to be able to end a fight instantly without constraining what can later be done with one's opponent."

"Fair enough."

"Would you like me to do it again?"

"Sure, thanks."

So Elodea falls gently and comfortably asleep, tucked under Nesifra's wing.

Meanwhile, Sovarith isn't having much luck finding dinner. There's got to be some sort of large animal around here somewhere, right?

Presumably! Except for the fact that this wilderness is lightly mageblasted, maybe. Wait, what's that sound?

What is that sound?

Pretty human woman examining a piece of wood, looks like!

Not food - well, not with humans so scarce in these parts - but, in his opinion, even better than food.

He drops out the sky and lands on her, pinning her to the ground. A couple of ribs crack with the impact.

She screams in surprise and pain. 

He laughs, and shreds her clothes from her body with his talons, not taking any particular care to avoid shredding her skin along with them.

Some skin definitely gets shredded. She shrieks and struggles fruitlessly to get away. 

He holds her down effortlessly, licks an open wound on her shoulder, and then starts fucking her. He doesn't break any more bones in the process, yet, but also doesn't bother healing her cracked ribs first.

Her struggles grow weaker, and she breaks down crying.

(If anything, she cries even more prettily than Elodea did.)

(The struggling and the tears are genuine. But she is also rapidly growing wet around him.)

Oh, she's lovely. What a good random otherworldly wilderness this is, that offers such delicious treats.

She has no idea what's going on or why a gorgeous probably-demon decided to fall out of the sky and rape her and this is extremely alarming and she's probably going to die but fuck there is nothing about this that isn't super hot. She is not sure she's ever been this turned on in her life and her chest hurts and breathing hurts and crying definitely hurts and, and, and...

She comes with a screaming wail that trails back down to violent sobbing.