when the moon fell in love with the sun

That familiar heat was beginning to fill Deathbelle's body. The tone of her voice changed, becoming breathy and soft. She begged and who was Iolaire to deny her? "As my lady wishes," she purred into Belle's ear. With teeth, tongue, nose and paws, she worked her way down the prone woman's body. They knew one another now. Every action; every caress would be planned and carried out to give ultimate pleasure. Iolaire anticipated each reaction from the woman below her. She built the pleasure slowly and would come through on delivery to create a big, big finish.

-Time skip/Black-

Hours later, night had taken hold and the cavern was dark. Iolaire had worked her lover over thoroughly and was feeling quite pleased with herself because of it. Leaving Deathbelle's side, Io moved and began to build a small fire as she had before. Using her flint, sparks flew, catching on the dried tinder. She blew upon the smoldering material until it grew, consuming the wood and sending flickering light dancing through the cavern.

Back to Belle's side, she slid between the furs with her. The night was a bit chilly, despite being spring. Nuzzling into the woman's cheek, she whispered playfully. "Still think I'm magic?"