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.
This results in such approving noises.
He pins her ankles with his and sinks his finely-barbed cock into her.
"Fuck yes," she moans.
"Oh you're beautiful," he breathes, fucking her roughly.
"Mmmm that's so good, fucking shred me, yes, fuck—"
The barbs grow.
Ecstatic wordless whimpering.
He fucks her harder.
She lets out a long low moan, and struggles helplessly under him, and shakes like a leaf when she comes.
He kisses her some more and heals her.
"Mmmmmm." Kisses. Yes good.
He brings her wrists over her head so he can pin them both with one hand and gently caresses her as he brutally fucks her.
Whimper. "Oh that feels so good..."
He kisses her and strokes her and shreds her.
She comes again, shrieking and writhing, helpless and loving it.
A minute later he comes inside her and pulls out and heals her and flops down beside her and snuggles her.
She cuddles up with a quiet hum of contentment. "That was amazing."
"I'm glad."
Thoughtfully: "Want to hear something hilarious and awful?"
"Definitely!"
"Did anyone mention to you what the--endgame was?"
"Yep. "
"So you may have noticed there are a lot more of us than there were of you."
"I did notice that!" Kiss.
Kiss. "So we had to have some way to, ah, allocate the final byproducts."
Snort. Kiss.