when the moon fell in love with the sun

They already didn’t have enough time to spend together, adding a puppy to the mix wasn’t the answer. Still Deathbelle found herself musing dreamily about puppies climbing all over an exasperated Iolaire. She tried to banish it, knowing she could never be her partner in raising a litter. Even if the thought wanted to make her weep for it.

Deathbelle focused on her amused laughter and joined with her own devilish smile as she watched Iolaire position herself above her. An excited shiver raced down her spine as she felt her body grow warm. ”Io,” she gasped softly as the woman’s teeth brushed against the sensitive skin of her throat. The last thing Belle wanted was for her to stop. Jolt of electricity raced over her flesh as Iolaire groomed her provocatively. Deathbelle was porcelain clay under her experienced touch.

She whined softly as Io’s teeth grazed her jaw. Then her words were at her ear and the Empress froze with excited anticipation. ”Show me,” she begged softly, nuzzling greedily against her cheek. ”Take me away, bring me to our perfect place.” She whispered sweetly with her body buzzing and her head light. She plunged headfirst again, unashamed at her spontaneous indulgences.