Stone Circle bring strife and discord with you wherever you may travel.

no, there was no form of decency in those lightless eyes — no shred of humanity in the infernal din of iliksis’ defiled heart. an obscene grin unfurled anew across his features as he observed and thrilled in laurel’s trepidation.

her gaze moved slowly in panic, from her children to him — iliksis basked in the fright that rimed her white-rimmed gaze. she could beg and plead and it would do nothing to guide his hand away; he was the controller, and she his little plaything marionette. he set the stage, and laurel danced across it at the whims of his own cruel and craving hand.

shhhh, iliksis crooned, the smile withering fast. something ugly and perverse replaced that harrowing simper — worming its way across his thin muzzle like profane rot across something that had once been beautiful. it’ll be alright, he lied delightfully — it would not be alright, and laurel was implicitly aware of that.

curling around her like a malignant constrictor, iliksis reveled in the brush of her fur against his. she was his little lamb, his alone — he drew his muzzle hungrily across her neck and bit down upon her scruff. lie down. iliksis commanded in a lusty growl between clenched teeth. his desire to have his way with her radiated outward in rippling gasps until he could not control himself any longer — as his toy, she was required to do his bidding or else.

with a snarl and a gesture that made his previous ministrations seem gentle, iliksis slammed forcefully into the back of laurel’s spine, grappling the base of her neck between teeth that were uncaring of the pain they inflicted. he guided her forcibly to the earth and held her head there — where it belonged in the dirt. posturing himself above her, iliksis took his time to position himself; rubbing the flaming ache of his lions against the thin curve of laurel’s back. no one was here to help her, and iliksis drew sickening satisfaction from defiling her in front of the very brood he had sired. he could think of no better way to remind laurel that she was his victim, and that his needs were constant and without inhibition. iliksis would stop at nothing to get his way, and had no scruples about fucking her dry in front of her children.