Warning: Talking about vore, Kalun is still full, some survival related, non-sexual clothes removal, and a bit of Grak/Avi fluff.
Leaving the lake behind was like stepping onto dry land after being lost at sea, but Rylinn expected she would have enjoyed it better if she wasn’t drenched with icy rain, blind from total darkness, and clinging to a giant, axe-wielding monster with a penchant for teleporting. At least Zahrok had not seen fit to teleport while carrying her. Considering what Rylinn thought she understood of veils or souls or whatever they were, she wondered if that was even possible, or if by vanishing, he’d just drop her.
It didn’t help that Rylinn’s mind tortured itself by picking at the memory of witnessing Kalun host Kyzek. Some stories claimed that demons ate their own wounded, but Rylinn had never imagined that such a process could be anything resembling careful, much less anything other than fatal. Kalun had not been driven by bloodlust or