Absolution

The small woman leaned into the kisses and caresses. She'd missed this. Io pressed her body against Deathbelle's as much as she could. Her thick, foxy tail wrapped itself around Belle's. Relationships were hard. Especially when all of the previous ones had failed, you were used to being on your own, and you were the queen of flings. It was difficult to trust herself in the presence of Deathbelle. In a situation like they'd been through, Iolaire hadn't known how to act. She hadn't even thought of the impact that her withdrawal would have upon her lover. In the future, she would need to be more mindful.

Hearing that Belle had found her niece, Io nodded in acceptance. She hadn't known just how many family members had gone missing during the volcano. "I'm glad that you found her and that he found you." Belle said that Io was a hot commodity and the small woman wrinkled her nose. "I'm just a little healer. No idea why everyone is so interested." At least Hannibal had come to her with the intention of being healed. Others had come simply to gawk and question her.

One silver brow arched slightly and she cast a sidelong glance at the woman beside her. "He's a very... sexual being, isn't he?" The man reeked of sex appeal. His mannerisms and speech were also altered to make him appear desirable. It didn't bother Iolaire. It was something that she did as well. It was simply interesting to her. She wondered if the man might be the same around Deathbelle. If so... would she eventually take him to mate? It would benefit the Empire, she imagined. Plus it wasn't unheard of for family to keep the blood strong, so to speak.