Absolution

Though they were sorting through their differences there was no hesitation in the affection offered. As Io settled beside her Deathbelle adorned her with sweet kisses and gentle nuzzles. She’d missed the woman’s presence dearly, and it was hard to hold a grudge when she had feared losing her altogether. They moved forward, and they spoke of less difficult encounters.

”You’re much more than just a little healer.” She cooed into her lover’s dark ear. ”You’re the Empress’s mistress.” She teased while trying to hold the dainty woman even closer to her body. She hesitated after Io mentioned her brother’s obvious quality.

Deathbelle chuckled amusedly at the observation. ”Very.” She purred into Iolaire’s neck. ”You can tell him no,” she made sure the tiny woman knew she had every right to deny him. Not that Io would hesitate to tell anyone exactly what was on her mind. ”One of the reasons he got into so much trouble after the volcano. Looking for the mother to another of his litters.” She didn’t deny how jealous she had been when he told her he was expecting another litter near the time she gave birth.