Absolution

As Io stepped over Deathbelle's prone body, the woman reached up to nip at her jaw. Obsidian ears flicked forward and Io pulled her head away. "Ah, ah... No touching. You don't get to touch." The smaller woman pulled her tongue slowly up the length of Belle's cheek before whispering in her ear. "You get to hold still and not make a sound until I tell you otherwise." Teeth nibbled down the length of the woman's throat and ribcage. She moved leisurely along. "The more you squirm, the longer it'll take." Iolaire was in control and she was making sure that the Empress knew it.

Onyx lips, complete with crescent scar, met the soft, pink skin of Belle's stomach. Everything was all south from there. Io would tease and torture her lover, bringing her to heights of ecstasy and leaving her stranded on the cusp. She would deny release again and again. Eventually she would give in, but it would take a long, long time.

And Io loved every minute of it.