Grotesque Parody

Whirling Aurelia around, Sephiran manipulates her until she is facing him, digging his claws into her shoulders to keep her anchored in place. Herbs scattered on the ground beside them, though, they are ignored by the larger male- his attention is set firmly on Aurelia’s abdomen, his interest resolute as he starts to examine her. Even with her taunts, Sephiran continues his invasion, one of his paws leaving her shoulder to press on her belly. His movements are methodical, lack warmth, and are rough. His toes flex as he digs his dull claws into her sensitive skin, noting the newfound fullness. There was a new tinge intertwined with her scent, a visceral protectiveness flickering in her eyes. The innate urge to protect the life festering in her womb. A low grumble escapes Sephiran, one that confirms his satisfaction. Aurelia was undeniably pregnant.

Shoving her back, he watches as she falls against the earth. His eyes shift to the herbs on the ground, nostrils quivering as he inhales their scents. Some he recognized, others, he didn’t. His lips pull into a firm line, his gaze sharpening as he grows suspicious. “What are these?” He growls, accusatory and volatile. If she were making concoctions to terminate the pregnancy…


"Sephiran Saxe"