life is way too short to take it slow

The sweet, two-toned woman reacted to her touches and Iolaire grinned inwardly. She loved the reactions. Lived for them. They were her favorite part of sex. It was rewarding to see that she was doing her duties well and bringing her partner pleasure. Teeth and tongue continued to move over the larger wolf's body as she moved from neck to shoulder.

She had told Deathbelle to let her know if she wished to stop and, much to Iolaire's initial surprise, she did stop her. The woman gave a reason a moment later and Io understood completely. Pulling her form away from Deathbelle's, she gave a shake of her head. "Wouldn't dream of it." The prone woman confessed that her company was welcome and Io grinned devilishly, flicking her tongue lightly over her companions maw. "Lead the way." She swept one foreleg outward, creating an invisible path that the other woman might walk upon. They could go elsewhere if this place held an important memory for her. Besides... Iolaire wanted Deathbelle to remember her during their time. Not her deceased husband.

Iolaire followed the woman closely, their shoulders brushing as they walked. Anticipation thrummed through her. She'd found Deathbelle attractive from the moment that she saw her. Getting to know her had made the woman beautiful on an entirely new level. She wanted to do what she could to erase the pain from her life, if only for a little while. Hopefully this would be her first step in the healing process. To learn that there could be a little happiness in a world full of pain.