Beneath the veil of fear

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"