when the moon fell in love with the sun

Giving herself over to Iolaire was easy now, and her eagerness was matched by her partner. Every touch seemed natural and Deathbelle showed her appreciation for every well thought caress. Iolaire made the Empress need her, but that building desire was satisfied completely. The deft woman brought nothing short of ecstasy and Deathbelle clung to her lover in bliss.

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She stirred only slightly as Iolaire shifted from her side to start a fire. With their journey come to a euphoric end the night’s chill was more apparent. Deathbelle draped herself over the furs, her body still tingling with the pleasure of fulfillment. Her breaths still came in little gasps and her heart beat like mad. She watched quietly as Io built up the fire, much like she worked the Empress’s body her skills built up a strong flame. A satisfied smirk played on her lips as she enjoyed the buzz off Iolaire’s high.

Deathbelle only just caught her breath as the petite woman returned to her side. As Io nuzzled into her cheek Belle aimed to wrap her arms around her shoulders and hold her to her chest. ”I never doubted you,” she replied warmly as she sought a slow but sultry kiss. Passion rose in her chest as she let the feeling of love wash over Iolaire in the form of her adoration. Deathbelle cherished the way Iolaire was able to make her feel. Real, fiery hot emotions, that she fostered with every stroke and cuddle.

Io knew very well what she did to the Empress, and Deathbelle submitted greedily. The escape from her real world, the carnal pleasure, the sweet sound of Iolaire’s husky voice in her ear. She shivered but not from the cold. ”The demon’s daughter and godling’s wife.” She murmured, allowing herself to get caught up in impossible what ifs again.