And Talyr steps up to replace Khythen, tangling his hands in her hair while he fucks her mouth. Some of her injuries soothe away when he touches her, but the pain of the burning letters in her arm sharpens, and there's a deep ache in her bones from no discernible source.

Wow. Khythen has the best friends.

Khythen is so pleased she's getting along so well with them. He leans against a wall and slowly strokes himself.

Talyr's variant on the lung trick is a little different from what she's used to. She gets dizzy, but never quite loses consciousness. It's nice.

Kemar comes next, sinking his claws deep into the flesh of her hips. He lets go, smiles fondly, runs a hand down her back with only the lightest scratch of claws, and steps away.

Khythen, who has in this interval managed to stroke himself back to full hardness, replaces him. "She's amazing," he murmurs, half to Kemar and half to himself.

"She really is," Izaneth agrees. He picks up Nerine's arm - the one not already covered in burning poetry - strokes her wrist affectionately, and bites off a chunk of her hand.

(It regrows almost immediately.)

Khythen grabs one of her feet and crushes the bones in it very thoroughly to powder. Then he heats it, carefully, evenly, a flameless burning that takes the whole thing at once.

She makes a soft choked sound of pleasure.

When the nerves have all burned out he cuts the foot off and regrows it.

She comes, shaking.

Izaneth comes inside her shortly afterward.

Once Izaneth's pulled out Khythen reaches around and burns her somewhere delicate.

Khythen is so good to her.

He tries.

He lets up on the burning once it's enough to hurt but not enough to have serious nerve damage, and then smears something that hurts a lot over the burn.

She shakes and squirms and makes tiny choked noises around Talyr's cock.

Mmmm. He brushes a hand over her hip, leaving tiny fractures in the bone beneath.

If only she could tell him how much she appreciates him. Well, he probably gets the idea.

He thinks he does. He idly traces curving lines into her side in what eventually becomes an abstract flower pattern.

She's a little too distracted to fully appreciate art right now, but mmmmm, she can feel it and she knows he's doing something pretty. It's lovely. He's lovely.

He comes again and sighs happily and steps away.

And Talyr comes in her mouth and withdraws.

She slumps onto the bed, dizzy and panting.