—she giggles. "Oh, now I'm just remembering—when the caravan got hit and we were all being carried off, my first thought when I saw who'd been captured was 'what, are there no demons who want to rape boys'—"

He laughs. "To be fair, given your culture's assigned roles, the men were much more likely to be attempting to kill us and therefore that much harder to nonlethally capture."

"Granted."

"But, you know, no one thought it was super weird that when Khythen's friend showed up he brought his boyfriends along with him."

"Khythen's friend and his boyfriends are adorable! Well, okay, mostly the adorable one is Izaneth. He's just so charmingly earnest about interior decoration."

"We all appreciate the interior decoration."

"My bed is so cozy now!" Snuggle.

Snuggle. "Mmmhmm."

"It's nice having a cozy bed." Kiss. "Both for sleeping in and for other purposes."

"Yeah. Especially cuddling."

"Especially that!" She hums thoughtfully. "Now I'm tempted to go ask him to make my bed bigger so I can cuddle more people in it at once. I'm greedy that way."

He grins. "I bet he'd do it."

"Yeah I'm gonna do that."

She kisses Irkhetz. She gets up. She puts her borrowed clothes back on. She goes looking for Izaneth.

Izaneth is remodeling the common room because of course that's what Izaneth is doing.

"Hiii," says Nerine, grinning up at him. "Want to come make me a bigger bed?"

"Sounds like fun."

Off they go to her room. Bed: embiggen!

She perches on her embiggened bed. She grins up at him some more.

He laughs, and picks her up effortlessly, and kisses her.

Mmmmkiss.

"So," she says, "first time we met, my impression was 'could definitely break me in half with his dick, is definitely thinking about it, too preoccupied with interior decoration to follow through'. And then you participated in the politest gangbang I've ever had. Which was, you know, nice! But was I wrong?"

"You weren't wrong. Want to try out your new bed?"

"I would love to try out my new bed," she says. "Fuck me. Impolitely."

He kisses her again, and takes her clothes off without putting her down. When her pants come off to reveal blood and semen still damp between her thighs, he makes an appreciative noise and gropes her, then throws her down on her bed, takes his pants off, and pounces. He's well over eight feet tall and built like a blacksmith; when his weight comes down on her wrist, the bones snap like twigs.

She moans and spreads her legs. "Fuck yes."

He hauls her knees farther apart, casually crushing them in the process. When he shoves his cock into her cunt, it's already big enough to hurt. It gets bigger. Her bones crack with the force of his thrusts. He doesn't use spikes; he tears her open with sheer size and violence.

It's amazing. Gasping for breath, crying with pain, she struggles futilely against his unstoppable strength.