he was a boy, she was a girl

Their size difference made his motions slightly strange but not unwelcome. Unwittingly, she found a prickle of self-consciousness wheedle its way to the forefront of her mind. In the end, none of it mattered at all. She simply leaned into his embrace and found herself awash in nature's most pure, carnal pleasure. Suddenly she understood a little bit better why Deathbelle wanted her special potion after all.

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After their courtship had been fully consummated, Lucretia found herself slipping into a blissful nap. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. For a brief moment, her entire consciousness had been obliterated. She didn't worry, didn't think of poisons and maladies, she simply became awash in pure electric energy. The connection they shared had been cemented by their physical act. The shamyn stirred in her sleep and finally awoke, still a bit dazed from their encounter. It felt as if she had liberally consumed his wine, but in fact she was in perfect control of her faculties. How queer. "Bourbon?" she said quietly, her tail quickening into a nervous wag as she spoke. "What do we do now? Do we seek counsel with Deathbelle or...?" Could they keep their relationship a secret? The thought made her stomach churn. Lucretia didn't want to, but there was a small part of her that worried about her sister's response. Belle had different ideas of what slaves and tools were good for.