life is way too short to take it slow
Io
11-11-2019, 09:15 AM
In the end Deathbelle held Iolaire close enough they shared the beating of each other's hearts. The Empress was fulfilled beyond what she had anticipated. Iolaire was perfect, Deathbelle felt nothing but fondness for her as the excitement diminished and exhaustion took them. Belle hadn’t fought the sleep, instead found peace in the arms of her lover. For a few blissful hours the two she wolves were wrapped in healing sleep.
Her slumber was not so deep that Iolaire’s movements did not disturb her, as the smaller she wolf disentangled herself the Empress slowly returned to consciousness. There were no nightmares, Archon had not haunted her. Deathbelle was taken by Io completely. She blinked back her sleep as she was greeted with soft words and gentle affections. Reality was awaiting them and the paradisiacal night was destined to be brought to a close.
Deathbelle sighed softly, unwilling to restrain the content smile that played on her dark lips. Her lavender eyes searched out the bright gaze of Iolaire as she regretted the coming of the sun. She shifted slightly so she might return the easy affection, a nuzzle to her cheek as well as a shy kiss for her sleek muzzle. Her heart still fluttered with excitement from the previous night. ”You are a dream.” She muttered softly against Iolaire’s ear. ”Must we return to the nightmare?” She asked with just a hint of seriousness in her suggestion.
The pack was in dire need, and they couldn’t waste their time on physical pleasures. Not right now. Though she was loathe to leave their haven and Io’s warm embrace.
Her slumber was not so deep that Iolaire’s movements did not disturb her, as the smaller she wolf disentangled herself the Empress slowly returned to consciousness. There were no nightmares, Archon had not haunted her. Deathbelle was taken by Io completely. She blinked back her sleep as she was greeted with soft words and gentle affections. Reality was awaiting them and the paradisiacal night was destined to be brought to a close.
Deathbelle sighed softly, unwilling to restrain the content smile that played on her dark lips. Her lavender eyes searched out the bright gaze of Iolaire as she regretted the coming of the sun. She shifted slightly so she might return the easy affection, a nuzzle to her cheek as well as a shy kiss for her sleek muzzle. Her heart still fluttered with excitement from the previous night. ”You are a dream.” She muttered softly against Iolaire’s ear. ”Must we return to the nightmare?” She asked with just a hint of seriousness in her suggestion.
The pack was in dire need, and they couldn’t waste their time on physical pleasures. Not right now. Though she was loathe to leave their haven and Io’s warm embrace.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.