The Pact

As he closed the distance between them, commanding that she stand her ground and give him the final battle he craved so deeply… she didn’t. In fact, she didn’t move at all. Her gaze shifted up and aligned with his, before she retorted with a demand of her own. Kill me! The rest fell upon deaf ears, as he replayed the phrase over, and over, and over again inside of his mind. Kill her? Kill her!? After all of the effort he had put into pursuing her? The nights of stalking through the north, tormenting her, chasing her until some force of nature separated them. No, he wasn’t about to let her take the easy way out. He wasn’t going to let her give him demands or allow her to slip through his fingers by ending her life. Unfortunately for Aurelia, if she hadn’t requested to be killed, Sephiran may have done it on his own. But now he had far better schemes in mind. He wanted to make her life a living hell.  

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t have his fun with her, and make her think he was going to oblige. Without warning he descended upon her, jaws splayed and attempting to grab the side of her throat, while his paws shifted to roll her onto her back. Should he be successful in obtaining a hold on her, Sephiran would pull his head back to lift her up by her neck, before thrusting her back down to slam her head against the ground. His body collapsed on top of her, smothering her with his weight and mass. Keep trying to escape. He pressed into her, hard, wanting her to feel his excitement poking against her abdomen, ready to rid her of whatever sense of self she had left. Keep trying to avoid me. It was the chase that got Sephiran high, but above all else, it was the gluttonous act of ravaging the helpless that kept him elated.  

"Sephiran Saxe"