Melt Into Me

With each day that passed, things were starting to settle down in The Syndicate. Major tasks had been completed, valuables had been sorted through and hidden away, and they’d even obtained a herd of livestock to manage. No one had come pounding at their doors, and Sephiran hadn’t moved to terrorize another pack - but that was only a matter of time. A few days prior, the Sultan warned Rhazien of his upcoming ploys- wanting him to train their subordinates vigorously, to gear them up for a winter battle. Of course, the thought of bloodshed and war enthralled him- he’d grown up in that environment, after all. But he wouldn’t deny this fleeting period of downtime- meaning, Rhazien wanted to engage in other pleasantries- particularly, those of the flesh.

Medulla had been such an obedient girl- following him every time the band moved, laying in wait while he and his family built their empire, and satisfying him on those long, sleepless nights. Panting and moaning filling every inch of his den, her supple, feminine body keeping him warm. In truth, he didn’t consider her to be his Sidi - he may have been a leering, vulgar man who loved fucking whores as much as the next sleaze - but Rhazien saw Medulla as more of a mate to him. He’d never fancied the idea of Sidi, despite his family’s customs; he preferred a challenge, an equal, someone who would tremble in the wake of his supremacy but adore and obsess over him all the same. And Medulla, she fit those characteristics well- having begged him to take her under his wing, if only to satiate her own loneliness and his depravity.

And today was no different. As dawn broke the horizon of The Polar Sound, Rhazien nuzzled Medulla awake, requesting her to accompany him to the oceanside island. Of course, she’d never deny him- her compliance ignited a wave of satisfaction, and he’d place a slow, passionate kiss on her lips before heading out of the den. Leading her away from The Polar Sound, swimming beside her as they ventured off onto the isolated island. Once they arrived at the shore, he’d pull himself onto the ebony rocks, grabbing her by the scruff and pulling her up beside him, if she struggled. Then, he’d motion for her to fall in pace beside him- wanting to circle the perimeter of the budding forest. Silence surrounded the space between them- Rhazien wanting the tension to build, needing her mind to run wild with thoughts and emotions, before he’d speak to her. "Medulla," He called her name, savoring it on his tongue. It tasted so sweet. “How have you been faring?” He was genuinely curious, wanting to make conversation.


"Speech"