The Aftermath

Stifled cries. Shaky exhales. The tensing of muscle. Weeping of blood from existing wounds. The strain her ligaments were under, as the head of her femur threatened to pop out of its socket. The increase in volume of her cries, echoing off the walls of the little cavern that served at her prison. It created a symphony so intoxicating, Sephiran felt his brain starting to become muddled in euphoria. More. More. More. Even as she screamed his name, begging for mercy, Sephiran couldn’t stop. This wasn’t about the herbs anymore. He was so aroused he had already forgotten about them.

She kicked out her other leg, shifting beneath him and trying to lift her head to no avail. She was defenseless beneath him, a mere puddle of clay for him to mold within his paws. And mold he would. He pushed down against her shoulder with more force, ensuring she was pinned down harder. Even as she clenched her eyes shut, Sephiran didn’t take his eyes off of her. He fed off her expression for a few more seconds, holding her abducted limp which has been stretched to its max. Drawing a deep breath, his callous expression contorted into a smile. “Remember Aurelia,” He said, words bitter and venomous as they dripped from his maw. “You did this.” The moment his sentence ended, Sephiran jerked her hip beyond its breaking point.

POP!

The sound of her femur dislodging from the joint resonated as a sickening pop, which Sephiran heard clearly even beyond the screams. Even the bird went silent, staring in slight disbelief. And, as she writhed beneath him, passed out, or whatever it may be. Sephiran leaned in and pressed his muzzle against the back of her neck, inhaling her perfume tainted with the smell of blood, shuddering from the elation coursing through his body.

And then, he laughed.

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