a single strand on the tapestry

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