Dance Macabre

The last time Rhazien visited this beach, he’d been wrapped up in the arms of the young woman who begged to be ravaged. If he listened close enough, he swore he could still hear her moans dancing in the salty breeze. Begging him for more, more, more. He’d never thought he would see her again- so, having her show up at the Polar Sounds doorstep, a disheveled mess in desperate need of his attention, was quite the surprise. He’d decided to take her under his wing- the starting point, of his soon-to-be harem. And of course, Rhazien wasn’t satisfied yet. Would he ever be? And so, he was sauntering along the shoreline, figuring if he’d been lucky to find a lonely, malleable girl here before, perhaps he’d have that same luck again.

For a while he was alone. He’d even caught himself a large fish to eat, drug it onto the shore of the beach, and was preparing to fill his belly. Silently debating on returning to the sound, after his meal was over. But finally, something of interest entered the obsidian shore. A woman, who oddly looked similar to the girl he claimed, appeared on the opposite side of the beach. Her silhouette lingered just out of reach of the lapping waves, as she walked down the beach and in his direction. Picking up the fish, rolling his shoulders forward, and putting on his devilishly suave smile. Rhazien approached the girl, his dominant, yet charming aura nearly intoxicating. And once he had her attention, he would set his kill down, flashing her his smile. “Well now, I didn’t expect an angel to fall straight from heaven, onto this beach.” He said, looking her up and down perversities running ramped in his mind. But his expression didn’t show it.  

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