Wryly: "And it probably gets harder when the kid's three-quarters demon."

"Yes."

He pauses.

"...I'll still help you escape if that's what you prefer, but—if people find out that you're half-demon, if I make sure the news lands right—you could help my cause immensely."

"Even if I can't look at any full-blooded demons who aren't you without broadcasting how important it is that they curl up and die?"

"I can work with that."

Sigh.

"I want something in exchange."

"Yes?"

"If I end up carrying to term, I want to be able to tell the kid they weren't conceived in rape."

Another slightly startled pause.

"Okay."

"...Only if you're okay with it, I mean, I'd want to be able to say it honestly."

He smiles slightly. "It's a reasonable request and I don't mind fulfilling it."

Nod.

"...It was. Nice. When you kissed me."

"I'm glad," he says smiling at her. "...My name is Talyr, by the way."

"Mezeidai."

"It's good to meet you. Though I can't say much for the circumstances."

He moves closer again and puts a wing around her.

"May I kiss you, Mezeidai?"

Oooh winghug that's nice.

"Yes."

He kisses her. A slow gentle all-the-time-in-the-world kiss, although they definitely do not have all the time in the world.

Mmmm.

She has not been letting her body respond, this past month, lest it pick up unfortunate habits. It is entirely ready to be done with that for the moment.

He breaks the kiss so he can take his pants off, and then gently scoops her into his lap and kisses her again, wrapping his wings around her.

There is a spark of fear when his pants come off but it settles quickly.

Winghugs. Slow gentle kisses.

Mmmm. Winghugs and kisses are niiice. The rapists never bother with this kind of thing.

Winghugs and slow gentle kisses and - "if you want," he murmurs, "I can use magic to give you pleasure, directly. It's a very popular trick among people I have slept with."

"Yes please."

So he does that. It's very faint at first, a pleasant tingling in sensitive places, but gets gradually more intense. And he is still kissing her.

Ohh, that's--that's--

Would Talyr like a lapful of whining squirming Mezeidai because he has one.