The Empress stood stoically at the edge of the forest that bordered the ravine, her magenta gaze far off as she looked out over the lake. The sun was very nearly free of the horizon and Belle was soon to find her way back to her den for a much needed rest. She was for the most part nocturnal. She preferred the night. Her rose crown rested heavily upon her brow, the generous gift from her brother a mark of her position as much as her regal pose.

She had eyes only for Hannibal. The meeting had gone better than expected, and Ashen’s numbers were beginning to swell. Just like her formerly thin sides. She was becoming a bit more obvious, but could still hide it in the moonlight or laugh it off as extra weight from living within a pack again. She would make an announcement soon, right after her most trusted members all knew for certain. Her brother also needed to know about the alliance associated with her young.

Certain that by now he had made himself fully at home she called out for him softly, seeking his presence in those early morning hours.

v slightly suggestive material v

Hannibal had just got done hunting when the call met his ears. The albino dropped the Rabbit off for Banshee at her den, that was close to his own, before heading off to meet his summons. A flutter of anticipation travelled up the beast's spine as he slithered through the wooded area. The ravine was a beautiful area and he was happy to say Belle chose very well when it came to pack lands. There was enough overhead coverage to protect their families tender albino skin from the sun in daytime. The thought made him think of Recluse who was his primarily albino daughter. A pang of pain filled his chest as he thought of where she might be or what she might be doing. Or was she and Mordecai dead? After a moment Hannibal shook away the thoughts and exhaled to cool his emotions.

The hormonal scent of his royal sister filled his black and pink nose. There was something about her scent that was similar to Nephthys and Leera when they fat with pups. Perhaps it was just her heat playing at his senses. But, then the thought of her heat filled his mind with thoughts of desire. Belle was a beautiful Klein and his eyes always seemed to linger on her form.. Once again, Hannibal had to part way with his rampant thoughts for the sight of his leader filled his vision. Deathbelle stood mighty beneath the Moon's wavering light. It was very early morning and the Sun would be assuming it's reign soon. Hannibal approached at her rear with soft pad falls and even breaths. Pink and blue eyes seemed to rake over her curves before he forced himself to keep his lusty gaze at bay.

Hannibal moved to close the distance by brushing the length of his form against her own, his left at her right. Their piebald fur mingling and his muzzle diving into the thick of her hackles. Hannibal offered a few playful nips before moving from her fur before speaking in a low muffled tone, "My Grace.." Soon he parted his muzzle from her fur and allowed his passion filled gaze to pour into her own. Jaws salivated but outwardly he remained mostly cool, perhaps she could sense the heat radiating from his body. The need that made his veins burn as the blood within them boiled. "How may I be of service?"

Hannibal // Deathbelle

She tilted her head slightly as the sound of foot falls on the grass and a rustling of branches brought her the form she sought. Hannibal’s sculpted form parted the foliage to press against her side affectionately. A shiver ran up her spine as his teeth brushed against her skin, she flicked her alabaster tail against his hips in subtle surprise. ”Hannibal!” Her voice further projected mock outrage at his eager touch.

Her brother’s pale form shifted away from her so that their eyes might meet. His dual tone gaze reflected the moonlight as he pretended to hide his true intentions. She might have given in to him right then, she felt so desperate for a loving embrace. Sirius would not touch her, nor did she wish to be hurt by his rejection again. Archon, though he’d sired his pups, held no real love for her either. They held a great amount of mutual respect, and it didn't go any further than that.Hannibal loved her unconditionally.

”Sirius, you are dismissed.” She winked at the slightly older Klein, her servant was likely within earshot. Now the two of them could.. talk with no interruptions. Belle started by pressing herself against his chest, lowering her head to tuck it snugly beneath his chin. She held tightly to him, allowing herself to feel at home again. She relaxed against him, breathing in his scent and gaining control of her emotions. The pregnancy made it a difficult task. The Empress sighed softly as she finally let her brother go. ”Come down to my den, I have a few things we need to discuss.” She said softly before burying her features into the snow fur of his neck. If he allowed Belle would lead him down the ravine and to her newly finished den.

Mostly finished den. There were still a few tweaks, but it was becoming the palace she wanted. The face was mostly sheer, with hanging mosses and green plants all over the cool stone. On the far left side the falls that fed into the ravine’s stream. The entrance a hole in the rocks in a triangular shape. She hadn’t lost contact with him through their whole walk, with the stream nearby her sunning rock was a perfect place to talk. Once the sun took back over they could retreat to the den.

”Have you spoken to Archon yet?” She lowered herself to the cool of the stone, her royal form spilled out luxuriously over its surface. Belle motioned for him to join her.

The sudden shock of their body's connecting caused Belle to shout his name. A smirk slid across his lips as she accepted his nips and nuzzles. Despite how taboo their relations may be the male relished in the passion he felt for her. There was no hesitation from Hannibal when it came to loving a sibling more then one may say is proper. Belle was a divine beauty that Hannibal must have. His former resolve had tumbled to the earth as she was accepting to his touch and his pale gaze glazed over with a powerful yearning. As she sent the servant away a little spike of caution could be seen upon his features for Hannibal had been completely unaware of Sirius being close. The male had served the Kleins for a long while but the albino was still rather hesitant when it came to the soft spoken servant.

As they were alone his Queen spoke once again and the male offered a tiny nod. Their connection was severed as Belle slipped off towards the direction of her den. Hannibal allowed his eyes to feast upon the sight of her luxurious figure. Curves and thick fur illustrated seductive steps. With her crown it seemed his younger sister found a new sense of elegance. Belle had always been divine but it seemed as of late she radiated more then ever. Hannibal followed close as they finally made it to her den. Strange eyes consumed the sight of her 'palace' and a tiny grin could be seen. "Extravagant." A word that fit both the den and Belle as a whole.

Hannibal followed Deathbelle to the flat rock and lowered to lay down as well. The cooling sensation upon his pink skinned belly was pleasant. A long black and white tail moved to flick against her hind paws and his right leg laid lazily over the left. The male's head was perked up to properly pay attention to his Empress and he couldn't help but to allow his gaze to linger over her fluffy belly before moving to her eyes. Belle's first question brought a tiny surge of emotion forth from the depths in which Hannibal had burry the feelings. He had been putting off speaking with Archon until he and Belle had a thorough conversation. Hannibal had wondered why Archon was at the Ashen meeting and gifting his younger sister a servant. "I haven't.. But, I plan to call upon him tomorrow." Why did it matter? Did Archon have a problem with Hannibal still?

Hannibal // Deathbelle

Deathbelle found herself enjoying his company much more than was appropriate, but being fawned over and loved so passionately she couldn’t deny his presence. He made he heart beat fast as his liquid stare looked her over hungrily. She smirked softly as she led the way to her abode. Hannibal offered appropriate appreciation of her chosen home and she found herself grinning again as he slipped onto the rock beside her.

She knew she startled him with her choice of subject, his history with the Abraxas titan hadn’t been incredibly pleasant. She didn’t miss his quick glance over her stomach as well. She flicked her ivory tail against his hips playfully as he answered her. ”Then he hasn’t spoken to you about our alliance.” She started carefully, letting her curious eyes travel her brothers body far more boldly than she had ever done before. ”After I’d lost your trail he found me. He told me of the agreement he’d made with you. I took up the pieces of it and renewed the loose promise.” She offered, her tail ticking softly. ”Then I reclaimed Ashen and found him once more, we agreed to further our alliance. He agreed to sire my firstborn.” She dropped her gaze to her growing stomach. ”I am pregnant.”

Hannibal never allowed his gaze to move from the stunning babe before him. Hunger swam within his two toned optics and lust poured from each warm breath her took. As his voice filled the air the alabaster tendrils of her luxurious tail slipped over his form. A very low growl was heard but it was more of a taunting purr then a threat. Perhaps it was a warning of what she may expect to come of such blatant teasing.

Intoxicating vocals of her own came forth and the male drank them with ease. Deathbelle's explanation called for the albino's brow to raise but his face give little more expression. "He agreed to sire my firstborn." Purple eyes roamed over her slightly plump belly and his own followed. "I am pregnant." The desire in his eyes never dimmed but another emotion joined in on the heated battle.. Hannibal filled with a slight agitation that could only be known as jealously. The hell hound sucked in a breath as his gaze swept up her body to her eyes once again. "This is why you will make for a wonderful ruler, Belle." Hannibal's tones were low and laced with lust, "Heirs are nearly as important as the throne."

The male that took Hannibal as a slave is now siring Deathbelle's very first litter.. Despite his compliments the twinge of jealously in those narrowed eyes never dissipated. Imagining Archon bedding his beloved sister for nothing more then an alliance. Fact of the matter.. it was a smart thing to do. But, Hannibal was a greedy beast and it did not please his already weary feelings. 'Perhaps if you hadn't taken so much time to sulk in a fucking bamboo maze Belle would already be popping out a full litter of your pureblooded spawn.' Negative thoughts ran rampant in the albino serpent's mind. He was not fully put together since coming back to his family and there were still a lot of issues he had mentally. They were things he would need to work on but for now the male decided he would burry those issues deep down so Belle wouldn't have anymore concerns. "Congratulations are in order then." A seething smirk flashed across his slim features. The behemoth leaned his head in closer to her own and slithered a pink tongue across her "I will have to have a conversation with him tomorrow about this alliance and all of what it may entail. Are the spawn going to be raised here in Ashen?"
Hannibal // Deathbelle

Deathbelle enjoyed teasing Hannibal as her tail bumped against him gentle. She offered him an amused grin as he growled playfully at her antics. However much her behavior was inappropriate to the conversation they carried out. She decided not to linger on her actions and told him the truth. Her bright gaze returned to him as he looked to her belly as well. He didn't lose his eager stare, but she thought she saw a jealousy within. Belle perked one light colored brow as he praised her actions.

Despite his light words Belle could feel the tension build within him. Her ivory tail rose and fell against him again as he fixed her with his dual toned gaze. It was dangerous, but Belle had never been afraid of her brother. His look only caused her to feel a thrill of excitement up her spine. Knowing he felt jealousy over the Abraxas titan made her whole body tingle. He leaner over as he congratulated her, his ravenous tongue sneaking a kiss from her ebon lips. ”Your nieces and nephews,” she corrected, a dangerous look gleaming in her own eye. ”Will be raised in Ashen.” She confirmed, Archon would have had to fight them away from her grasp to get them anywhere else.

The Empress shifted slightly, moving herself closer to his form. Her skin burned and she ached for his touch. The sun was beginning to show through the trees more heavily, and Belle could feel the length of the night wearing on her. She pushed herself to her feet with an elegant grace and put her teeth to Hannibal’s ear teasingly as she bid him to follow her into the den she’d prepared for herself.

Hannibal understood his jealously was slightly unwarranted as he had already sired a litter with another woman as well as having a few flings here and there. But, it was the fact that Belle carried the spawn of Archon that rubbed him the wrong way. As he thought over things more the albino was able to calm himself down enough to flush out that horrific twinge of jealously in his gaze. For the most part, at least. His sister's tail flicks and sultry tones brought him back to reality and Hannibal offered a small gruff nod. "It will be nice to have pups to fill our new home with joy." Again, thoughts of his son and daughter caused him to swallow harshly before the babe moved to bite at his thin ear.

Lusty eyes watched the slim female stand and slink off into the mouth of her palace. A thick smirk replaced his uneasy frown as he stood as well. Hannibal shook out the weary feelings as he sauntered behind his sister. Pale eyes watched as her obsidian and ivory hips flicked. A mesmerizing rhythm that seemed to sweep the beast from his depressing thoughts. "You really need to tighten up.. No one wants a jealous fool as an Alpha." It's as if he had never been Prince at all..

Hannibal moved forward to press his right shoulder into her hip and press his body against her own as he moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with her. Daring jaws aimed to nip right behind her ear before hushed tones slipped from their toothy cage, "You are intoxicating, Deathbelle." The beast then ripped his form from her own to rest in a far corner of the room, as if daring the temptress to come to him. Narrowed eyes seemed to darken beneath thick white lashes. The tips of his teeth could be seen as he smirked, "This den is so elaborate for just one.." Hannibal slipped his tongue across his teeth, "Or does my flower have plans to share with another?" Was he speaking of himself or Archon?

Hannibal // Deathbelle

She had his full attention, Hannibal’s black and white form shifted beside her as he teased the fur behind her ear. His tones were low and suggestive as he breathed her name and retreated from her side. Magenta gaze watched his sturdy frame as he made himself comfortable in the large corner. She smiled at him, mismatched ears perked as he spoke of her den with almost accusatory tones. She perked her light colored brows as she draped her own form at the opposing wall, denying him her closeness. Though she was punishing herself as well, she felt herself with second thoughts of being so intimate at this time.

”I’d prefer to have you here with me, Hannibal.” She told him as her ivory tail flicked absently at her hips and she relaxed heavily against the stone wall. Already she slept more, and the daylight meant bed time. ”However, my alliance with Archon musn’t be interfered with, I won't submit to you until after I’ve born his pups.” She respected the Abraxas titan enough that she would remain only his until their offspring were free of her body. Not that she enjoyed the vow, it would be increasingly difficult with Hannibal so close. She needed him by her side though, if they were to rule together she wanted him to literally be her right hand.

”Will you stay here with me?” Her voice was a little more desperate. Through the excitement she was feeling there was also fear. This was her first litter, and complications in pregnancy didn’t care who you were, slave or empress. She’d hidden it from Luce so far, but it was much harder with Hannibal.

They laid on opposing sides of the den. As if daring the other to close the distance again. Hannibal allowed his mind to be swarmed with thoughts of her touch and the desire he had to be with Belle. It was more then bedding.. It was a love he could only feel for such a divine being. With time he could only hope to expand on such. Perhaps they would never be in a proper relationship but as long as he was able to express himself in private with her the male would be happy.

The delicate words of his Empress filled the den and a grin slipped across his pink lips. Hannibal flicked his tail as she carried on speaking. Hannibal remained still for a moment and there were no emotions shown in response as he lulled over her words. I won't submit to you until after I’ve born his pups. Finally the ghoul's nose twitched and lips wrinkled back into a severe snarl. The Klein ripped his fierce daze from her form and he eyed the ground for as she finished speaking. It was not the lack of sex that irritated him but the fact that it was Archon's doing. It seemed the God guzzling male had a way of getting under Hannibal's horribly pale skin.

After a few more moments the beast spoke, "I respect you and your wishes, Deathbelle." It was not her he was angry with so he had no reason to treat her wrong. Belle was his leader and pregnant after all. A dam with pups was put upon the highest pedestal and such was amplified due to her being of royal blood. His eyes flicked back to the Empress, "I am yours, sister. I will be here as long as you desire." With a long exhale the male leaned with his back pressed against the wall behind him. Eyes pointing upward to the ceiling and lips forming a line of seemingly neutrality. "No matter how my heart shall ache."

Hannibal // Deathbelle

She was able to draw forth his ire once more as she admitted her oath, though she’d soothed him with sweet affections before that option was only cruel now. She watched him as he took a few moments to himself before answering, and she was very much pleased with his words as he spoke. He was wholly hers, no matter how much she might tease him or he didn’t wish to wait. She whined softly, offering what comfort she could from the other side of the room.

His frustration was understandable, and she shared in it. However, she needed to do this for herself. ”Will you hold me while I fall asleep?” She asked softly, fully grateful with how agreeable he was, and how deep his loyalty to her was. Having him here in her den was a comfort, and even if he denied her back and didn’t wish to sleep so close his mere presence eased her breathing. The stress of ruling the Empire was beginning to build, and it was lessened with him supporting her so completely.

Hannibal would never allow his lusty desires get in the way of his duty. With the amount of trials and tribulations he had gone through since coming to these forsaken lands he was grateful to even be considered for a leadership role. By right he was still heir to the Empire, but he had failed in grasping a crown when challenging for Erovrare. Deathbelle had found herself a throne in a much less violent and aggressive way. Hannibal had no reason to feel any ill feelings toward the babe for any of her decisions. Her words and actions were proving that she was a fine Alphess and he had no issues with supporting her as a secondary.

The male watched her with warm eyes and a seething need. Despite his understanding words he could not just simply dismiss the desire he felt for her. But, he would behave. As her words hit the air the male found himself standing to close the distance between them once again. Hannibal slpped behind her to allow his belly to press against her back and his head to curl along her upper shoulder blades. His tail curled against the cuddling forms and a long breath could be heard as he revealed his content. "You will be the greatest Alpha these lands have seen. Our parents would be incredibly proud." Hamiclar and Iber were likely swollen with pride within whatever paradise they may reside in. With that, the male allowed his eyes to slowly shut and his breathing calmed. Slowly the albino drifted off into a silent sleep.

-exit via sleep-

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