As much as she relinquished herself to him, Sirius did the same as he allowed her to pull him closer and into her lips. She fell, head over heels as though there hadn’t been a massive canyon between them for so long. She struggled for breath even as they kissed deeply, losing herself in the man that she had always desired. Her soft gasps mingled with his deep groan as they shared in their love for one another for the first time. She knew she loved him all of her life, but this was the first moment she was allowed to truly express those feelings. He pulled away far enough to speak into her lips, he promised to give her the world if she wished it, and he would help her rise again. She could find her former glory with him to help hold her up.

Deathbelle showed no hesitation as he wrapped his massive arms around her body, trailing his sharp claws through her fur. His paws caressed her shoulders, her ribs, her belly, and he wouldn’t cease his affections there. Her breath caught in her throat as he held her hip and returned her kiss. Her heart beat erratically against her chest and she whined in surprise and desire as he touched her in places long forbidden. There was no hesitation no reason to hold back and Deathbelle gave in to him completely. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped her lips as she kissed him and he dived deep into her world.

The once great woman clung to him, pressing her chest against his own and wrapping her limbs tightly around him. Deathbelle allowed him to lower her to the fur beneath them, set up for a picnic but now intended for a much different purpose. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him bring her to heights she hadn’t known existed. After a lifetime of deep valleys and impossible lows this mountain of a high with Sirius overwhelmed her.

He remembered the kiss on the Ashen beach. The stolen one that had torn jaggard holes in their worlds. A kiss that had hurt Deathbelle so much more, who was alone. The need and desire between them that had been unfulfilled. He could not think now on the course of his life that had led him here. He could think only of Belle, who melted at his touch

They clung together, like two shipwreck survivors, hanging on for life. Finding the missing parts of themselves in each other. For a moment, they were complete. There was nothing else in the entire world but the two of them.

He pulled her down gently to the blankets, bringing her on top of him. First, he had dominated the moment, controlling her pleasure with her paws. Now, he placed her in power, and let her set the pace. She could explore any part of him, and do as she pleased. When he took control again, he was rougher than before. Twisting them over, and thrusting her onto the ground beneath him. Scattering food and knocking over the mead. He dug his paws into her coat and kissed her throat and showed her all the reasons why he was a possessive controlling Warlord. Ensuring, of course, that she enjoyed every moment of it.

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Both of them had terrors and griefs that could easily take them and drown them, but together both of them could forget and submerged themselves wholly in each other. Sirius was her lifeboat, the reason for being that had been gone from her for so long. The rest of the world fell away, all she could see was his incredible eyes and feel his arms around her as the stars shone down upon them. There was a chill in the air but despite their damp pelts there was a burning fire between them.

They kissed deeply and he explored every inch of her before the pair of them tumbled onto the soft furs beneath them. Sirius pulled her onto his chest relinquishing control for a long moment. Belle pulled away from his lips, her violet eyes heavily lidded with lust as her deepest desire was finally realized, she had her one and only. The man who had always haunted her dreams, the one who refused her time and time again, they both finally realized that this was where they belonged. Together. A playful grin spread over her dark features as she allowed herself to know him for the first time. Delicate paws traced over every angle and curve of him. She teased and tempted him with brazen affections until he couldn’t take the build of fire between them.

There was a sense of urgency in his motions as Seer took the helm, there was no gentle paw offered to her. Deathbelle was never some breakable damsel, she gasped and grinned as he put her where he wanted her. Sirius claimed her, he held tightly to her and trailed possessive claws through her ivory splattered fur. She gasped and groaned as he proved himself the possessive Warlord he had become. Deathbelle gave him all of herself without hesitation, she was his and she would never be gone from his grasp. Finally, after a lifetime of wanting him, Sirius claimed her as his own.

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The Warlord lay beside his Empress, amongst the wreckage of their picnic. Feeling sated and sleepy in a way he had not for a long, long time. He leaned close to her, across the curve of her neck in a quest to find her lips. Once he had done so he kissed her slow and gentle holding her close for a long moment.

The two of them were still wet from the spa, and he could feel Deathbelle shivering against him. He got to his paws and began to salvage what he could of their food. Finding the bottle of mead that had tumbled away from them in their excitement.

A part of him still wondered at what he had done, but he could not bring himself to regret. Perhaps, perhaps this would not cause his little Phoenix pain. Perhaps this would help to heal her as well. “Shall we finish our picnic and spa?” he asked, amusement in his rich tones. They would also need to find somewhere better to get warm.

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Her breathing calmed as the two of them relined onto the ground after an incredible experience. Sirius held onto her still, the warmth of him keeping the chill from her. She leaned back against him as he reached for a kiss and Deathbelle relinquished her lips to him. She was so eager for love like this, se needed his touch, his devotion, and his love. He didn’t know it, and she wouldn’t ever admit it, but he saved her life. He held her tightly and she basked in the afterglow of her heart’s desire. He was everything she had ever hoped and dreamed of, her whole life, there was not an ounce of disappointment or regret.

She started to shiver and Sirius released her, quickly tidying the items they spared no thought for as they gave into their desires. Her mind was finally allowed to rest, to be soothed simply by his presence as Sirius mended her from the inside out. Starting with her shattered heart. Belle too found her paws, though a little shaky still she lifted herself to her haunches and wrapped an arm around herself as she shivered lightly. Sirius reminded her of the picnic they’d abandoned but she didn’t feel hungry for much but him.

”Grab the mead,” she gestures lightly with a mischievous grin. Her voice still breathy from exertion and the cold. ”And join me in the water.” She finished softly as delicate paws carried her back towards the warm water. She sure hoped her companions would return with furs to dry off with. Deathbelle slipped elegantly back into the water, knowing this dip would be so much different from the first. She was like a new woman this time, the aching in her heart had disappeared, and her dark features displayed a warm smile.

He gathered the food for her, but his Phenoix had little interest in the meal. Instead, she instructed him to grab the mead and meet her in the hot tub. "As my Lady wishes " he agreed, picking up the bottle. When he looked back, she was slipping into the hot water. The movement was slow and elegant as she lowered herself down. As he moved forward, he swiped at her vanishing tail, before leaning the mead carefully against the side of the natural spa.

He hoped in. Managing it with more grace this time then he had the last. The warmth envaloped him instantly, and a relaxed sigh escaped him. He was becoming more capable at pushing aside his regrets, drowning the ghosts in his head. Or perhaps that was Deathbelle, washing it all away with the safe familiarity of her. His friend, a wolf that had watched his back in the political world of their youth, even as he had watched over her body.

He slipped into the water and moved forward, grabbing Deathbelle and yanking her over towards him. The movement was forceful, but his paws were gentle in how they held her. Dragging her closer to him until he could bury her head in the crook of his neck, her body held along his. "Mine." He growled softly, nuzzling along the back of her head, trailing towards her ear, which he nipped and pulled at.

She caught him staring from the corner of her eye as her body slipped into the warmth of the spring. Deathbelle cast a delighted grin over her shoulder, still feeling little tingling jolts down her skin from their moments together. He swiped playfully at her tail and she met his actions with an amused giggle as she retreated away from his grasp and the splashing water as he submerged himself. Just as she felt the relief of the warm water on her aching body and cold skin so did he as a content sigh left his lips. This was what she had needed for so very long, she had been missing him from her life and despite having tried to deny that fact how perfect this was right now made it obvious. Deathbelle missed Sirius, her life hadn’t been the same without him by her side, she wasn’t complete until this night.

The pool wasn’t big enough to get away from his possessive grasp, he grabbed at her and pulled her close. There was a gentleness in his grasp but a desperate need in his embrace as he pulled her into his chest. She pressed herself against him as he held her close, nestling her perfectly against his body. Deathbelle fit just as perfectly as she always had, more perfect than she remembered. He nuzzled against her, trailed his sabers against her cheek, and nibbled at her ivory ear. She growled in return as he pulled lightly, causing a flare of desire deep in her belly. He didn’t handle her like glass, and Deathbelle enjoyed the rough brand of love he offered. Rugged and raw just like he had always been.

She wrapped her delicate limbs around his and pressed herself against his belly. ”I’m all yours, and now you are finally mine.” She whispered back as her own muzzle trailed up his cheek and nipped lightly at his jaw line, tempting and teasing as she went, overwhelmed with emotions again. Unbelieving that she finally had the man she loved. Her heart’s desire come true. ”Sirius,” She pulled away from him only enough to catch his vibrant moon touched gaze. ”I love you.”

She returned the affection as easily as he gave it, exploring him as she stayed warm and supple in his arms. He felt her teeth digging into his skin, and he grunted with desire at the little sharp pains she left in her wake. He almost didn't let her go when she pulled against him. Growling a little more loudly, possessive and rich as he loosened his hold. His voice telling her that while his arms might give a little freedom, she would not be getting away from him now. She was his prey, and he was not afraid to give chase. His.

She met her eyes to his, and her words were as soft as the brush of petals against his skin. Pain. It boiled across his eyes as he blinked. Too new, too fresh. The bandage she wove across his broken pieces hadn't had time to settle yet. He wanted to say the words back to her, but still he feared. Needed to know their truth. Did he love her, or did he need her? Need her like his lungs needs oxygen, like his vains needed blood. Primal and desperate, his eyes were a little wild as he grabbed her again, pulling her back to him, kissing her with all the desperation and need in his heart. "God's I need you, Deathbelle" he whispered when he came up for air, pushing against her until her back hit the other side of the spa. "Let me show you all the ways I need you" he whispered as he pushed himself against her again, claiming her with all the parts of himself there in the spa.

He had her. Sirius was the Emperor she had always needed, but for so long he had only seen himself as a slave. A tool for her whims, but Deathbelle had never looked at him like that. That was why her father had been so afraid of them being together, he knew the young fanged boy would one day threaten his power if only he could realize that fact. There was no escape now, and even as she searched his gaze she could feel the power in his arms and in the way his chest rumbled in a deep growl.

But she broke him when she spoke. Deathbelle knew the words were true for her, they had been for her entire life. She had tried to find this feeling of completeness in many other places. Too many. When Sirius was the only one. His eyes were wild and desperate, and he did not echo her thoughts, but his kiss was deep and filled with the need that followed on his lips. Sirius overwhelmed her again, physically and emotionally as his massive form surrounded and cradled her between himself and the ledge of the spa. She didn’t resist him, and wrapped her ivory leg around his waist, pulling herself closer. Her cat like claws squeezed into the thick fur of his neck as she gasped for breath against his lips.

The world was remade anew, she mirrored his need, feeling the ache in her soul mended as her true love finally returned all of the feelings she had smothered for so many years. Her heart yearned for him for so long. Tears filled her eyes, her heart beat against her chest ferociously, and fire danced in her veins like never before. The emotions spilled forth like the pleasure from her lips as she gave everything to her Warlord in that moment. Heart, soul, and body he was responsible for her now. She belonged to him.

He'd intended the second time to be slow and gentle, taking his time, exploring and savoring every inch of her. Instead, that desperate need washed over him. Her claws dug into him again, and the little gasps of her breath were music to his ears. He kissed her deeper, longer, pushing himself into her in quick, sure movements, keeping her breaths short and quick and delightful. He could feel every inch of her against him. He gave her no room, no quarter. He needed her to full the holes in his heart and mind. He took every part of her, as he warned her he would if she did not walk away from him. Mine, mine, mine, was the voice of his body against her.

There were tears in her eyes, but they did not taste like sorrow, and so he did not release her. Instead, he kissed the places beneath her eyes, washed away the salt of her tears. When he was done, his heart was a rapid beat in his chest and his own breaths were rough gasps. He was hungry and thirsty as the rush of it all slowly started to fade away, and he collapsed gently against her, burying his head in her neck. Breathing against the pulse there, feeling the life of her. Needing the vibrancy. "Deathbelle" he groaned softly.

There was no taking things slow, this was all or nothing in their love making and their relationship. Sirius was always intense, that was part of who he was and it translated into the way he handled her. He needed her as she desperately needed him. His kiss was deep and true as he ravaged her body, giving her no reprieve as he drove her to the heights of pleasure. The rush of emotion and lust overwhelmed her, but Sirius kissed away her tears even as he rocked against the curve of her. There was no holding back, her gentle moans and whines were given to him as he did with her as he wanted. She gave herself to him as much as he finally took what had always belonged to him.

Their hearts beat in time as gentle gasps for air left them, the fire between them finally simmering after an incredible blaze. His limbs were as shaky as her own as he collapsed against her chest and surrounded her in a completely different way. She gasped lightly, but she felt weightless there beneath him. Like the moon and stars finally aligned and all was right in the world with him holding her.

”I know,” she returned quietly, though satisfied there would always be that nagging need for him in her breast. She pressed her cheek against the side of his head, her muzzle caressing his dark ear as she whispered to him, her words in soft gasps as she struggled to catch her breath. ”Seer,” she made herself comfortable with his pet name once again, for so long she avoided it to try and disconnect with the one she couldn’t have. Now her heart’s desire was fulfilled. He had her, he held her tightly, he owned her. ”I’ve needed you for so long.” Tears built in her eyes again as she squeezed her thin arms around his neck and clung to him.

None of it felt real, like he could disappear from her the moment she let him go. She knew after this there was no recovery. He took her, her pain, pleasure, and her life all of it was nestled within his massive paws. She was at his mercy now. It didn’t matter if he was using her to feel whole, or as a bandaid to cover the sorrow, she was his to do with as he pleased. He never had to admit he loved her as long as she had his protective arms around her. Without him holding her up she was nothing. He was the man to return the phoenix to flame, and he could turn her to ashes just as easily.

“Shhh. don’t cry” he whispered softly, holding her in his arms in the warmth of the pool. He was exhausted enough to sleep, but he was wise enough not to risk drowning despite the comfort around him. “We should find somewhere to dry off” he suggested, nuzzling Death against her neck gently.

“We will.. Have a lot to work out now. Moving you, introducing the idea to our kids.” He sighed at the thought. It would be easier if he simply demanded their understanding. That was the problem with loving those you claimed, authoritarianism became a little harder to reach.


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He whispered softly don’t cry as he held her, but he wasn’t ready to say anything about her confession. Deathbelle sighed softly, feeling the weight of exhaustion alongside him. They needed a place to get dry, but she knew already that she wouldn’t be walking very far. He nuzzled her but made no move to leave the warm water surrounding them. She didn’t move either, confident that she wouldn’t fall asleep like this. Her lavender eyes did find a pile of furs near their abandoned picnic, their companions had come through. At least she wouldn’t be cold and wet all evening.

Sirius spoke again, nuzzling against her neck as he spoke. Already he was speeding through their time together. There was too much to talk about, too many responsibilities, she just wanted to focus on her and him tonight. Their first night. ”Tomorrow.” She promised him, lifting a dainty paw to his cheek as she gazed adoringly into his deep blue eyes. ”Tonight is for you and me.” A soft smile, a real smile and not her Klein smirk, played on her features as she leaned forward and kissed him, with a sweetness and care like no one before her Warlord had seen. For a moment she was that young princess head over heels in love with the wolf she called her dearest friend.

He closed his eyes, leaning into her kiss, and rested his muzzle alongside hers afterwards. Breathing in the scent of her, the sanity and warmth and realness. She was the calm in the storm his world had become, and gods he needed her. He was afraid he would hurt her again, afraid that he would mess it up. That his need and desires and insanity would mix together into something toxic - but she was not afraid. He would have to trust that, trust her, as he once had.

“Tomorrow” he agreed softly. Let responsibilities catch up to them then. He opened his eyes again, looking to her soft features with a sly grin. “We still have that mead to drink, as well”


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He was a bright star in the darkness of life that surrounded her, a promise fulfilled after a lifetime of waiting. When she had very nearly given up hope he found her. He was possessive, fiery, and maybe he’d gone a little crazy. She had too. He was worth it, being here with him now, giving herself to him fully. Her future was bleak at best, but she could hold onto hope with him beside her. Sirius agreed they would leave their talks until tomorrow, and reminded her of the mead they’d left for themselves.

Deathbelle pulled back, a wicked grin playing on her features to match his own. The exhaustion of the day and being with him like this left her fatigued, but her muscles were soothed by the warm water and her worries by his warm gaze. Sore and tired, she was still eager to share a celebratory sip with him.

She didn’t try and slip away from his grasp, loathe to pull from him at all she led him closer to the ledge by the picnic where she grabbed the bottle of fermented honey. ”To a new beginning.” She toasted softly, taking a swig before offering the bottle to Sirius. This was a promise of something more, of having more than a quiet life. Of reclaiming who she really was.

She was wide not to pull from his gasp. But then, Deathbelle had always been able to reach him. She had an uncanny ability to know his thoughts throughout their childhood. When he thought he was being stone solemn and silent. She must have read the possession in the lines of his face, and the deep tones of his eyes.

He followed her as she pulled him easily towards the ledge where the mead had been left. She opened the bottle, and made a toast. “To the Empress” he said, a wicked gleam in his own eyes as he took the offered bottle, and a long drink.

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This was where she wanted to be for the rest of her life, tangled up in him. The vision of what she had yearned for. She could feel his need to keep hold of her as strongly as her desire to stay against him. He followed her easily where she wished to go, and the two of them moved in sync, just as they had during breathtaking moments before. The liquid burned slightly as it coated her throat and burned in her belly nearly as hot as the desire she had for him. But she was taken by surprise by the glint in his eye and the toast on his lips. She wanted to believe he spoke of her, her heart wanted it so badly, but she was no longer Empress anymore.

”And the Warlord,” she said in return with a grin playing on her lips as she aimed to press them to his cheek as he drank. She didn’t know what true happiness was until tonight, and though both of them were beaten and broken from a life full of loss and regret they could be complete together. Their broken pieces fit together in a perfect picture.

‘And the Warlord’ His Empress said. That gave him pause, and he let his eyes rest fondly upon her. Had he ever told her the reason he had held onto that title these last few years, was because it was the last gift she had given him? “Your Warlord.” he clarified, taking another sip because he enjoyed the way it burned down his throat.

He settled the mead back down on the ledge beside her. He didn’t know what the time was any longer. Late, the day had long left them behind. Did she know how she looked in the moonlight? The intricate weaving of her silvers curled about her body and glowed softly - at least, the parts of her that he could see under the water. He gently hooked a paw around her leg, and trailed a claw up her belly. Finding the sparks of silver that spread there. He ducked his head under the water, feeling the warmth hit his face as he kissed the spot on her belly he had just touched.

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He caught her gaze as she spoke, and he didn’t stop her but after a moment she was corrected. Her Warlord. Not Venom, hers. He caused a blush to flush against her cheeks. ”Mine,” she echoed him and agreed as the warmth of the liquor began to settle in her belly. It warmed her veins and her belly and further lifted her inhibitions. The night was moving onward and they were still lingering in the pool together, neither really able to take their eyes off the other as they feasted on one another. She felt addicted to the feelings he elicited within. Safety and desire but above that she felt wanted and needed. Like she hadn’t in a very long time.

She was caught up in his gaze, even as it slipped down her shoulder and took in the entirety of her in the moonlight. There was hunger in his blue gaze but words were no longer needed. He touched her freely, and with careful sensual movements submerged himself so he might kiss the soft white fur of her belly underwater. She gasped softly at his touch, and trailed her cat like claws through the scruff of his neck and over his shoulders. Her body not even recovered from their last, Deathbelle could still feel him call up the desire in her belly, a bright flame right below his lips.

He surfaced for breath, and caught the desire in her eyes, and the way her claws slid through his scruff. He chuckled softly. “I need food, and sleep, you’ve already exhausted me, Empress” He admitted, though there was fire in his eyes as well. It was too easy to get lost in her. In the heat of her purple gaze, and the blaze of her claws across his skin. He could spend forever here, trapped in a bubble beside her. It would be so easy to forget about the Armada, about his obligations. To take what he wanted, with no regard to anyone else.

Let responsibility take them another day. He leaned forward, licking the side of her neck, before letting his teeth grasp her skin, nicking lightly with his fangs, then reached over for the side of the tub, and hauled himself out with a groan. He felt heavier, and cold, in the open air. He spied the coats left behind from their companions and made his way towards them. Tossing one over his shoulder, and opening the other for Deathbelle.


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