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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.
a Nimire gets raped, because that is what Nimires do, but it isn't by a Serg this time
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Khythen grabs her by the shoulders, letting his claws sink deep into her flesh, and drags her up onto the bed without withdrawing his cock from her throat.
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She lands half in Izaneth's lap; he pulls her closer, rakes his claws down her back, and shoves his cock in her cunt. No spikes, not yet, but he starts out big and gets bigger.
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Khythen gently starts putting hairline fractures in her shoulderblades.
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And then Kemar steps up to the edge of the bed and starts violently fucking her ass.
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Khythen adds a few more fractures and then gently sweeps her hair out of the way and sets her upper back on fire.
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Khythen pets her hair for a bit and then twines it between his fingers and yanks on it hard enough that a substantial chunk would have come out bloodily if he hadn't been magically preventing it.
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She makes a sound that probably would've been a whimper if supplied with air.
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Mmm.
He dislocates one of her arms at the shoulder so he can pull it around to where he can see it properly and starts carving poetry into it in his best handwriting.
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When Khythen finishes the poem he starts carefully filling the wounds with something painful and flammable. Then he sets it alight.
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It's immensely satisfying - being helpless in their power, fucked from every direction, tortured, choked, and made into art - she loves it. When he burns the poem, she has an intense, prolonged orgasm.
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Khythen comes, shuddering, down her throat. "Do you want a turn?" he asks Talyr, softening but not pulling out.
