The gorgeous probably-demon makes a sound not unlike a purr, and kisses the side of her neck, and slows down to savour the moment.

Oh wow she would not have guessed that it was possible for this situation to get even hotter but there you go, it's not like this encounter wasn't already plenty of different kinds of surprising as-is.

He trails his claws across her chest, adding a few more shallow scratches to the collection, and wraps his hand around her neck and gives it a playful squeeze that leaves her dizzy and breathless, and murmurs something affectionate-sounding in a language she doesn't speak. Even when he's being comparatively gentle, it still hurts.

If this doesn't end with her dead it's plausibly the best thing that's ever happened to her. She gasps when he claws her chest and tips her head back and whines when he strangles her and sobs in heartfelt pleasure and pain when he murmurs who knows what. It's amazing and awful and she doesn't know which one is better and he's still fucking her and she hurts and it's good--

He comes inside her once, and keeps going - and again, a few minutes later, and still keeps going - and after the third he finally withdraws, and nuzzles her blood-smeared breasts, and sprawls on the ground next to her with an arm tucked possessively around her waist and one wing flung over her like a blanket.

Ohhhhhh gosh that's nice.

She came again before he decided he was done, but that's not so surprising, with her parts, but then she supposes the rules are probably different when you're probably a demon. And then! He cuddles her! That is so good and she snuggles up with a happy sigh. Her everything still hurts but cuddles are far more important. 

He giggles, an alarmingly adorable sound, and hugs her a little closer in a way that produces a sharp reminder that her ribs are still cracked.

She hisses and tenses at the jolt of pain but after a moment relaxes into the cuddle again. 

He lets out a deep sigh of contentment and starts petting her hair, careful of his claws.

Mmmmm yes good so good.

"Havalya?" a voice calls from somewhere nearbyish. 

He makes an intrigued noise and lifts his head to look around for the source of the voice.

--And then a fairly pretty man stumbles into the clearing and stops dead in his tracks and stares at the two of them.

...He laughs.

He says something in a language unfamiliar to Sovarith, in a tone of voice suggesting it translates approximately to "What the fuck."

He sits up, scooping Havalya into his lap, and wraps his wings around her and kisses the top of her head and heals her cracked ribs but leaves all the surface damage alone; and then he sets her gently on the ground and stands up and reaches for Khesanai.

...He backs away slowly.

This is probably a good thing for him to do. Havalya has no idea what to say, he's looking at her like she might have an explanation and she doesn't--she sits there, frozen, indecisive, what the hell can she actually say she has NO FUCKING IDEA--

The demon-or-whatever is very tall. In only a few strides, he overtakes Khesanai and scoops him up near-effortlessly.

Then he pauses, glancing indecisively back at Havalya.

...The thing she should be doing here is obviously projecting "I am a much better rape victim than he is" but she has no idea how to do that--hm. Maybe she does. She traces one of her cuts with a finger and licks the blood off.

He grins at her, displaying sharp fangs, then leaps into the air and flies off with Khesanai.

...Well.

That was the most fun thing that ever happened to her and now it's probably never going to happen again and she might have gotten her only friend into a similar situation he's not likely to enjoy at all. And she still hurts and there are no more cuddles. 

She draws her knees up against her chest and puts her head between them and tries not to cry.

He's been flying for a while, but slowly and aimlessly; flying straight back to his sister in a hurry, it only takes a couple of minutes before he's landing and holding out an armful of cute boy.

...She laughs delightedly, standing up to collect this gift.

"Where did you find him—?"

"Over thataway," he says with a vague wave of his arm. "There was a girl with him, she's incredible, I'm going back for her."