With the influx of Ghazi joining his ranks, it was only natural that the number of Sidi would increase with it. It was their culture after all- and who would they be, if the Saxe did not satiate their depravities. Though, there was one Sidi in particular Sephiran had grown curious of- a girl he remembered from his pup hood in Saffron - an oddity his father had come to enjoy. Azoula was fond of her too- which raised questions inside the Sultan’s mind. Did his father truly release them from the pack?

Always driven by his grandiosity and paranoia, Sephiran emerged from his den early that morning. Heading out just as the sun started to rise in the east, casting an ethereal, orange glow across the Polar Sound. He didn’t hesitate to enter the labyrinth of Sidi dens- nails clicking against stone, resonating through the passageways. He knew exactly which den the girl inhabited- pelt bristling as he infiltrated her domain, finding Azoula laying beside her. With a growl, he dismissed the Sidi handler, setting his gaze on Delaeni once the tigress was gone.


"Sephiran Saxe"

Delaeni's ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps, rousing her from her slumber beside Azoula. Her heart quickened its pace as she recognized the weight of his presence in the den, sending a shiver down her spine. Avoid him. Avoid him. Avoid him. She tried to calm her nerves as Azoula’s advice looped in the back of her mind, but the fear of the Sultan's threatening nature lingered with significant force in the air between them.

As Azoula was dismissed with a growl, Delaeni's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing with a mixture of anxiety and trepidation. She swallowed hard, trying to steel herself for the impending interaction. Drawing upon what little courage she could muster, she shifted slightly to face Sephiran, her gaze downcast and deferential. "S-Sultan?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. She fought to keep her composure, her trembling form betraying her attempts at steadiness. "Is... is there something... you require?" She spoke in a soft, hesitant tone, hoping to placate the unpredictable brute and avoid drawing his ire.

"Delaeni Terblanche"

As Azoula slipped out the entrance of the enclave, Sephiran didn’t catch the look she gave Delaeni- one of apprehension and regret, as she considered defying the Sultan's orders. Still, the tigress would leave, though reluctantly so. Which left Sephiran and Delaeni alone, tucked away in the depths of the catacombs, where the only other souls to hear her screams were the other Sidi.

And she must have known this was coming- the sweet scent of fear wept from every pore on her trembling body, filling the air with pheromones that beckoned to the libidinous corners of his mind. Shockwaves rolled down his spine, clawing and festering into his very core, demanding satiation. The subordination of the Sidi turned him on. There was no ounce of defiance in the girl- a testimony to his father's careful grooming - one he sought to instill into Aurelia, but had failed.

Licking at his jowls, Sephiran moves forward- predatory and unyielding, as he starts to back her into the corner of the room. "Oh?" He says, deep baritones reverberating off the walls. “I must require something?”  His tone is suddenly sharp- accusatory almost, as he questions her. He does not need a reason to visit a Sidi- her purpose is to serve him, and nothing more. Has Azoula instilled a fake sense of privilege in the girl? Oh, questions, questions, questions.

"Sephiran Saxe"

Her breath hitched as Sephiran advanced towards her, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over her trembling form in an already dimly lit space. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as she witnessed Sephiran’s advance- claiming space that she was very quick to surrender to him until her back pressed against the cold stone wall of the den, trapping her in his predatory gaze. The Sultan's sudden change in demeanor sent a jolt of fear through her, his words cutting through the air like a knife. It might as well have pierced her skin. "I-I... No! I d-did not mean ..." Delaeni's voice faltered, her words becoming more frantic as she tried to convince him that she held no intent of disobedience or elevated status. Her heart pounded in her chest, a deafening rhythm that drowned out the sound of her own voice.  "I... I only meant to... to s-serve... as you c-command," she stammered, her eyes downcast, unable to meet his intense gaze. Her body trembled with fear, the scent of her anxiety thick in the air around them.

"Delaeni Terblanche"

The growl that reverberated off the walls of the cavern was guttural and vicious, slicing through the space between them with ease, boring into Delaeni’s skin until it pierced straight through. He branded her with his animosity, the bitter taste of paranoia dancing across his tongue. What was she hiding from him? Mistrust swirling at the edges of his mind, the urge to quell and punish eating away at existing rationality.

And as he stalked forward, each silent step was deliberate and predatory- adrenaline coursing through his veins like liquid fire, every muscle fiber coiled and ready to unhinge at any given moment. Every gasp she took was a catalyst, beckoning him forward, his heightened senses attuned to the smallest sounds as he closed in on her. Backing her against the wall, until the stone was pressing into her back, she was fumbling over her words, frantic and impulsive, trying to soothe his festering temper with words of affirmation.

But it was a futile attempt- and Sephiran would respond with a flash of his teeth, a ferocious snarl gurgling from his throat. Lunging forward, he grabs her by the shoulder, sinking his saber fangs deep into the subcutaneous tissue, penetrating to the muscle. With a violent thrust, he’s using his bite as leverage and throwing her to the ground, moving to pin her between himself and the cold, hard earth. “Liar,” He seethes, tongue writhing out of his mouth to slide across his teeth, a visceral reaction to the taste of fear in the air. “Tell me why you left Saffron- what did Azoula do.” Accusatory, spiteful, and rabid. Sephiran was but a victim of the persecutory delusions that ate away at his mind.

"Sephiran Saxe"

A sharp, piercing cry escaped Delaeni's lips as she felt the pressure of Sephiran's fangs sinking into her shoulder. The searing pain spread through her body like a wildfire, engulfing her in a fiery agony that stole her breath and left her trembling uncontrollably. She collapsed to the ground under his weight, the impact knocking the wind out of her as she struggled to regain her composure. Sephiran loomed over her like a vengeful specter, his eyes burning with malice and his teeth still buried deep in her flesh. Every fiber of Delaeni's being screamed in fear and pain as she lay helpless beneath him. Trembling. Cowering. Though she dare not move for the possible repercussions of perceived defiance.

Her voice came out in a choked whimper, strained and ragged as she struggled to form coherent words through the haze of pain and terror. "We... we left Saffron b-because... because the S-Sultan... err, Apollyon commanded it," she gasped, her voice trembling with each syllable. "He... he ordered us to... to come find you..." She winced as a fresh wave of pain shot through her shoulder, her breath hitching in her throat as she awaited Sephiran's response, bracing herself for whatever punishment he deemed fit for her and Azoula’s alleged transgressions.

"Delaeni Terblanche"

Oh, how he reveled in the shrieking cry that left her lips, the sound reverberating off the walls of the cavern, filling his ears and increasing the predatory lust festering inside of him. It did little to quell his anger, but it fueled his desire to hurt her, to watch her writhe and squirm beneath him as she was riddled in fear. And squirm she did. Her ragged, sharp breaths escaped through her tiny lips, as she lay helplessly beneath him, waiting for him to pillage and indulge.

But this wasn’t just a play session with the Sultan- Sephiran truly believed there was information he needed to force out of the Sidi. He didn’t believe they had left on their own devices- wasn’t convinced Apollyon had sent them here to find him. With a snarl, he raises a paw and slams it against her face, his toes flexing out as he claws at the tender skin there. He even rakes a claw against her eye, scratching the sclera out to the corner until it starts to bleed. “You expect me to believe my Father sent you?” He seethed, glaring down at her. “A cowardly dog whose only purpose was to entertain him?" For whatever reason, Apollyon had taken a liking to the girl- perhaps it was their difference in species. Maybe it was a different kind of fuck that he reveled in. But it led him to believe his father wouldn’t have let her go so easily. “And Azoula,” He continues, applying more weight to her face, wanting her to squirm beneath his strength. “She left without a replacement?” A question and an accusation, he couldn’t imagine his father would let her leave without having another Sidi-handler lined up in her place.

"Sephiran Saxe"

Delaeni stared up at him, her wide eyes reflecting the piteous fear that consumed her. "P-please, Sultan," she pleaded softly. "W-we were just following orders – his orders." Her paws gripped the cold earth beneath her, the rough texture providing a strange sense of stability amidst her spiraling world. The icy chill of the cavern seeped into her bones, amplifying the relentless sting from her wounded shoulder in an agonizing crescendo.

She clenched her teeth against the pain, fighting back the sobs threatening to spill from her. The intensity of Sephiran's weight against her face was excruciating, forcing Delaeni to clench her eyes shut as she endured his wrath. His sharp claws raked across her face, his cruel words like salt on the fresh wounds. She gasped for breath, her heart pounding like a drum against her ribs as Sephiran anchored her against the icy ground.

His accusation stung nearly as bad as the physical pain. Azoula had always been there for Delaeni, guarded and guided her – yet here they were, subjected to this merciless assault because of a decision that wasn't theirs to make. She whole heartedly believed Azoula- she wouldn't lie to her. "I--it wasn't... We didn't have a c-choice," Delaeni choked out, tears mingling with her blood as it streamed down her face. Her body shook with sobs, her mind a blur of fear, pain, and despair. "We were ordered to l-leave, Sultan... to find you." She paused, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "I d-d know if A-Azoula had a re-placement. But we... we didn't want to l-leave... it was Apollyon's command." She felt Sephiran's weight shift against her face, his claws digging deeper into the soft flesh beneath them. His snarl echoed ominously in the space between them.

"Delaeni Terblanche"

Her begging fell upon deaf ears- Sephiran was too engrossed by the impulse to dominate to comprehend her pleas. Delusions ran ramped in his mind, fictitious conversations with his Father materializing, as he wondered what Apollyon’s response would be if he sent a raven to inquire of Azoula and Delaeni’s departure. But could a raven make it that far? Another thought that failed to form in his mind, as Sephiran was a creature who lived in a fractured world that erred on the edges of insanity. If he sent a raven to retrieve information from his father, it should complete the task with haste- there was no other option for a bird who existed to serve him.

Even as she gave her explanation, Sephiran snarled and pressed his paw harder against her face, increasing the pressure while rhythmically raking his claws against her skin. Her tears mixed with the blood weeping from her wounds, wetting his paw before it trickled down her face to form a small puddle on the den’s icy floor. “Silence.” He commands, and in a single, swift motion, he descends upon her. Lowering himself, he crushes her beneath his larger, heavier body, jutting his shoulder against her chest to knock the air from her lungs. “I command the skies, Delaeni.” He seethes into her ear, brushing her fur with his hot breath. “My ravens can fly to Saffron. They can gather information from my Father and report it back to me.” An ominous threat lingered on his tongue. I can uncover your lies. “You believe they give me the same story?” He shoves his shoulder into her again, wanting to hear her cough, to feel her gag against him.

"Sephiran Saxe"

Delaeni felt the crushing weight of Sephiran atop her body, each ragged breath a struggle against the relentless cold seeping into her bones. She could taste the metallic bite of her own blood, feel its warmth staining her fur in the harsh winter chill. His words, laced with venomous contempt, echoed in her ears, ricocheting off the cavernous hollow of her fear-stricken mind. Her throat ached with an unsaid plea, but she knew better than to voice it. Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut against the reality of her situation, letting the deafening quiet. settling in the den consume her entirely. She concentrated on the rhythmic pounding of her own heart, each beat

Sephiran's low growl reverberated through the den and she felt his grip tighten, the coldness of his grasp mingling with the frosty air that already numbed her skin. His insistent weight bore down on her, the cold leaching the warmth from her very marrow. You believe they give me the same story? “T-that’s what A-Az-Zoula said.” Delaeni whimpered underneath him, the words barely a breath against the cold. Each syllable was an effort, her voice wavering and frail, as feeble as her hope.

"Delaeni Terblanche"

Delaeni whimpered beneath him, her body quivering with each tremor, betraying the fear that wracked her body. Even her breathing was uneven, her chest heaving in an effort to control her breathing, to steady herself beneath his oppressive weight. And he was enjoying every second of her strain. Still, he wasn’t convinced she was being truthful, and the impulse to break her until she confessed was consuming his every thought, compelling him deeper into the abyss of madness.

Unhinging his jaws, he grabs Delaeni by the back of her neck, penetrating her spotted pelt down to the muscle beneath. Blood weeps from the wound, metallic and sweet as it spills into his awaiting maw, causing a visceral reaction to occur. He snarls, anchoring his grip before his head starts to shake, thrashing her upper half around while he uses his body weight to keep her pinned down.

"Sephiran Saxe"

She was frozen. Not from the icy floor beneath her, but from the grip of fear that constricted around her chest, squeezing tighter with each passing second. Her anxiety-ridden mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, each more terrifying than the last. She didn’t know what more she could say to convince him that she was telling the truth. But in the end, there was nothing left to be said.

Pain exploded at the back of her neck, a searing rush of agony that made her vision blur and ears ring. She yelped, a choked sound that echoed through the den, filling the space with its shrill note. Her body was jerked around ruthlessly; muscles strained and stretched painfully under the torment. Helplessness washed over her, the world spinning as her body was flung. The metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth, making her whimper in despair. Breathing became a chore, each inhale bringing nothing but the harsh burn of the freezing air and the iron tang of her blood. She felt lighthead-headed and weak, her vision blurring at the edges. The cold seemed to seep deeper into her bones, the chill making her shudder uncontrollably beneath him. A thin whimper escaped her lips, her body convulsing as Delaeni fought against the wave of unconsciousness.

"Delaeni Terblanche"

Sephiran savored the shrill yelps that echoed off the walls of the den, reverberating down the corridors of the Sidi labyrinth until they vanished into the frigid air. And her convulsing, the way she shook and writhed beneath his touch- it was enthralling, delightful, arousing to the Sultan. She was his to take- the privilege of becoming the Saxe ruler- as he was allowed to pillage every Sidi that lived within his domain. And with Delaeni, the wild dog who lied and connived behind his back, as if he were too stupid to unravel her plots. He would exploit and indulge to his wicked heart’s content, to remind her of her place in this world. A body meant to pleasure those who owned her.

And even though she was wavering in and out of consciousness, slowly becoming limp beneath the powerful shaking of his jaws, Sephiran did not relent. He pressed down against her, using all of his weight now, crushing her beneath himself and the cold, unforgiving ground. His hips were shifting, aligning with hers- an ominous forewarning of the terror he was about to inflict.

"Sephiran Saxe"