Beneath the pines

Slowly, methodically, violently, Ravana etched away at the bobcat, satisfying her hunger for carnage, trying to prove her worth to her Father. Her Sultan. And Sephiran, the grotesque, perverse, monstrosity of a man, was enjoying every second of the bloodshed. Call it a visceral reaction- but the mere sight of blood being spilled, the yowling of the wounded bobcat, the dripping sweat, the musk of pheromones, and the heavy breaths as both participants fought with every ounce of strength they had left. Fuck, it was arousing.

The Sultan shifted his weight from side to side, his grin stretched into a wide, grotesque parody of joy. His eyes glinted with malevolent glee as he reveled in the suffering of the creature, his arousal a sickening sensation, growing and festering within him, begging for release.- But he would not unleash it on his daughter- that thought never crossed his mind. Not yet, at least.

Her voice made his ears twitch, his head cocking to the side, saliva dripping in strings from his greedy maw. He was salivating. She pinned her opponent down, twisting its neck between her jaws- the grand finale of her carnage. She turned to him then, wanting his direction. And the impulsive man would give it to her. “What will I make of it?” He croons, taking a step in her direction, eyes blazing with perverse delight. “No, no, no." His voice seemed harmonious, but the chilling aura surrounding him gave insight into his thoughts. “What will you make of it?” He’s circling her now, looming over her like a shadow. “More,” He croons. “Give. Me. More.” More bloodshed. More insanity. More depravity. He wanted her to proceed with her mutilation of the corpse.

"Sephiran Saxe"