life is way too short to take it slow

Again, she hadn't been expecting Deathbelle to return her affections. Did she even know what she was doing, really? Not many women lay with other women. Iolaire, however, was a woman laying champ. She preferred females over males, though she wouldn't turn down a handsome brute if he was cheeky enough. Deathbelle was rather striking and the small fae had always been attracted to pretty things. If the Empress wasn't careful, things could get rather steamy. Io need only follow the trail of signs.

Sparks of warmth flared through the tricolored dame as the larger of them nosed into the fur of cheek and neck. It had been quite a while since she'd enjoyed some affectionate touches. Affectionate may not have been the correct term. They'd just met one another after all. It seemed as though Deathbelle might need this though. Might need a distraction from her worries and woes. If she did, Iolaire would supply that distraction.

Now to see if she really wanted that distraction or if she would balk and retreat. Extracting herself gently from the woman's embrace, Iolaire got to her paws. "If you want me to stop, you need only say the word." Her voice was soft, breathy. stepping forward, the diminutive woman began grooming the worried dame. Slowly and methodically, Iolaire pulled teeth and tongue through fur, ridding it of any knots and snarls and righting each dark or light lock. She began with the fur at the back of Deathbelle's skull and began working her way down the woman's neck. Sometimes teeth and tongue would press lightly into flesh, kneading the muscles beneath. Iolaire always found a groom and massage comforting. Hopefully the Empress would as well.