Morning Sickness

Belle barely heard her voice, but she didn’t hesitate to lean into the comforting touch as it was offered. She breathed hard as her body recovered from the upheaval. She whined softly as her handmaiden dabbed lovingly at her chin with her own tongue. She closed her eyes and allowed Zeitgeist to attend to her. She leaned back, her breathing ragged as she cleared her airways of any lingering phlegm or sickness. This was already an unpleasant start to the day. She whined softly again and returned the affection to her favorite and only slave.

The Empress had her doubts that Archon or even Hannibal would have lowered themselves to the level Zee did to ensure her care. ”Thank you, Zee. You’re very kind.” She murmured as she shifted again to take a few deep gulps of the clear if shallow stream. The water rinsed away the terrible taste. ”Something’s got the babies upset today.” Belle muttered as she lifted her head and lay back on the sunning rock, her breath still not returned to normal. She felt exhausted already.