"More awkward than the rest of this conversation? Well now I have to hear it."

"Standard operating procedure for kidnapped human women is to get them pregnant, wait until the fetus is five or six months old, forcibly abort, magic it so the demonic essence seeps into the womb instead of dissipating on death, repeat as desired, then cut the womb out and eat it for the power."

"Well. You're right. That was pretty awkward."

Thoughtful pause.

"...admittedly also kind of hot."

"...What, really?"

She giggles. "Is it that much of a surprise that I'm into having fucked-up violent things done to me?"

"To you, no. To a child you're carrying, more of a surprise."

"I don't want children anyway."

"Alright. ...Uh, if you were wondering why the decrease in rape..."

"Figures."

"Sorry."

Snuggle. "Thank you. You're very sweet."

Wryly: "Thanks."

She laughs.

Her burned hand is getting to the point where it doesn't hurt as much because there's hardly anything left to hurt, but it bumps the edge of the table and she shivers happily at the flare of pain.

He starts crushing the bones in her other hand.

She closes her eyes and leans on him and moans softly.

He goes still again, slightly less abruptly than last time.

"Mmm?"

"Trying not to come," he says through gritted teeth.

This gets a quiet, affectionate giggle out of her.

After another moment he heals back the hand that finished burning off.

"Fuck -"

She doesn't quite come, but she's a whole lot closer than she was a second ago.

His hand closes around her throat and tightens, claws drawing beads of blood.

That does it.

He takes his hand off her throat and slowly resumes fucking her.

"That healing thing is so good," she sighs, running her restored hand down his back.