With no hesitation, his arm slipped around her waste again, and in the blink of an eye, they were up in the sky once more, going back up into the swirling mists once more. Once he had taken them into a height that put them out of visibility of anyone below, for the town was no longer visible to her, much less the river or the figures that had been headed towards them moments ago. He leaned them down, horizontally, and they were flying onward, or so she would assume. He knew where he was going, it seemed. [s]Of course it hurts, but over the years you either learn to tolerate or enjoy the feeling.[/s] The voice came in a casual reply, as if this were something of common knowledge. He kept his gaze forward, occasionally dipping to the side and back. Eventually, he started to go into a soft nose dive downwards, and the mists became more transparent as they headed lower, and she would notice the enormous castle. Once they came all the way out of the mists, a giant lot of acres of the silver grass came into view, and he settled into a soft land on his feet, bringing them back upright. Behind them was the rear end of part of the castle, and the soft murmur of a fountain was the only sound other than the beating of his wings. The fountain had a giant winged demon, with its wings spread out, almost similar to him, with only slight differences, holding some winged female by her throat. Her breasts were swollen, and the dark water were erupting from them. Her stomach was protruding as if pregnant, and her legs splayed open wide below her, as she was held above where she would have stand. Below here were various small demons, some male and some female, all of them infants with umbilical cords attatched to them and her still. 

He sat her down on her feet, and let his eyes take in her curved form once more, as her wet clothing clung to her body, hiding nothing when it came to her features. [s]You will stay here now, with me, as I see fit.[/s]