when the moon fell in love with the sun

At Belle's joke of presenting her with a puppy, Io laughed aloud and shook her head. "Like I would have time to raise a puppy." She was much too busy to raise something. Whatever it was that she did raise would end up spoiled rotten, she was sure. Pets, companions, animals in general. They were a weakness. She was already spoiling Bast and Marshal, often giving them little treats and things.

Her ear was nibbled and she practically purred, a low rumble reverberating through her snow white chest. Deathbelle made a joke and Io's rumble turned into a low chortle. Heat filled her eyes as she looked into her lover's fervid lavender pools. "Oh, honey... I'm skilled in many areas." Iolaire rose from her place and stood over Deathbelle, straddling her prone body with spindly legs. Teeth and tongue began dragging through the fur of the woman's neck and throat. As she did so, her tail gripped Belle's tighter.

Words of Iolaire's prowess and promises were given and the woman beamed inwardly with pride though she continued grooming the fae beneath her. Lastly. Belle spoke of Iolaire possessing magic. Pulling back slightly, she grinned, flashing her immaculate smile. "My father was a demon, so you never know. I very well may have a touch of magic in me." She nibbled the underside of Belle's jaw before moving up to speak breathily in that white ear. "Shall I show you?"