when can i see you again

”Oh, my dear.” Deathbelle offered softly with a comforting nuzzle added to Io’s cheek as she admitted her refusal to eat dinner. ”I look forward to enjoying the next meal with you.” Sharing a meal was a social activity, and Belle had already enjoyed plenty of the offered fare. She lost her focus on the delectable meats and returned her attentions to the woman in her arms. Iolaire didn’t resist her touch and the two of them were soon wrapped together in the pile of furs. Io didn’t hesitate in making herself comfortable and even offered her own story in return for Deathbelle’s.

”First we’ll go back almost five years ago. The Klein Empire was ruled by Hamiclar, my father. He held many packs beneath him and grew the empire with an iron fist and silver tongue. His mate Iber would soon give birth to his first litter, and his firstborn son Hannibal was named his heir.” She began laying the groundwork for the origin on the Ashen Empire. Her voice remained a whisper as she held tightly to Iolaire. ”A few months later the Emperor returned home from diplomatic meetings with a pregnant concubine in tow. My mother, Yvonne.” To the Klein Empire Deathbelle was little more than an illegitimate child, she shouldn’t have ever been the one to rebuild what was left to Hannibal. He’d left a void, and the Empress had been in the perfect position to take it.

”During my first year of life my father taught me just the same as my legitimate siblings. I learned much from him, and before I was a year old he gifted me my first slave, Sirius.” The two of them had been near inseparable ever since. ”He turned into my best friend, and though he became fully devoted to me it never really felt like we were slave and master.” She admitted softly, finding herself drawing comfort from the soft nuzzles she offered the comfortable woman. She aimed to steal a kiss before continuing through the next part of the story, the difficult part.