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.
"Irkhetz. We were snuggling and he was like 'want to hear something hilarious and awful?' and I was like 'definitely yes'."
"Mmmm, I bet you can guess what I want from you," she says, turning back to Fythkyre to kiss him again. "I want you all fucking me at once when I heal from having all my bones broken. Embellishments to this plan will be thoroughly appreciated."
She makes a happy sound in the back of her throat and gives Frixar an affectionate nuzzle.
She moans softly around him, and again much more emphatically when Fythkyre breaks another bone.
"She really likes the lung trick," Khythen tells Frixar helpfully.
"Oh? Alright then," Frixar says, and thrusts into her throat.
Oh good.
Fythkyre keeps breaking bones.
Khythen lifts her hips enough to get in underneath her, the tip of his cock pressing against her ass.
She is a little impaired in her ability to make encouraging noises right now, but she does her best.
He pulls her down onto him, slow and gentle but big enough that it still hurts.
Khythen is so good. They are all so good. Broken and bleeding and breathless and stuffed full of cock is one of her favourite ways to be.
She can barely move with all her bones broken, and can barely make a sound with Frixar's cock down her throat, but she manages to communicate her enthusiasm nonetheless.