Demon attacks are rare.
Of course, a single traveler or a small group of them is so fantastically unsafe from such that no one in their right mind would do that in the first place, but large caravans are usually perfectly safe.
"Well, if so, they're going to be disappointed." He paces around the room, running his hand along the walls; in his wake, they are neat and straight and smooth, gleaming as though polished.
Nerine sprawls on the stone slab and grins up at Khythen. "Hiiii. Missed you."
He scoops her up and kisses her. "I missed you too. These are my friends--Talyr, Kemar, and Izaneth."
Izaneth pounces on the stone slab and starts reshaping it into something more comfortable.
"Talyr apparently managed to figure out that humans were people without as far as I know ever meeting one, for which I have no other explanation than 'he's Talyr'."
"Congratulations," says Nerine, snuggling into Khythen's arms. "Mmmm. Cozy."
"And Izaneth was personally offended on an aesthetic level by the stone slab problem." He kisses her again.
"It doesn't surprise me hugely that humans are people," he says from where he's working on the stone, "but even if you weren't, I wouldn't stand for this nonsense. There." He steps back and dusts off his hands theatrically. "Much better."
"Mmmm. You know, I'm starting to kind of miss being fucked in every hole at once."
Khythen takes off his pants and puts Nerine down on the floor so her mouth is level with his hardening cock.
Once he's fully hard he tangles his hands in her hair and thrusts down her throat.
He withdraws one hand from her hair and traces pretty patterns on the skin of her shoulder with his index finger. Where it passes the outer layer of skin is replaced by an incredibly painful toxin.