i seek to cure what's deep inside

She hated the distance between them, but knew it was a necessary evil if the empire were to continue functioning at optimal efficiency. Deathbelle longed for the day she was awarded time for herself. As she sighed softly and relaxed onto the luxurious furs of her den now became that time. She yearned for the days she could count on Zee washing and rubbing her feet after a long day like this. For a moment the sound of paws on stone made her believe she had summoned the past, but the present was even better as heavily lashed eyes found the pristine form of Hannibal’s black and white body.

The smirk on his face and the way his eyes ate her up brought a grin to her dark lips and a slow wag of her ivory tail. She felt warmth and desire beneath his dual toned gaze and her heart swelled as his deep voice spoke only for her. Like he read her mind his hatred of the distance between them rang true for the both of them. She lifted her head and shifted slightly, inviting him in as he closed the distance with a sweet kiss to her forehead.

Deathbelle closed her eyes and drank in his affection, a content smile playing on her lips as her skin tingled where his lips touched her. She felt excitement build in her belly as her nerves were set alight. She blinked open her amethyst gaze as he circled her like the ravenous predator he was. Hannibal didn’t restrain his carefully placed teeth and shivers raced up her spine as he touched her.

Her gaze warmed, the Empress melted into the royal bed as he humbled himself and kissed her feet. She couldn’t help but reach forward to press her lips against his charismatic smile. ”I’ve missed you too.” She chuckled softly as she buried her muzzle into the thick fur of his cheek. She lost herself in his deep woodsy scent. ”Take my den,” she told him. ”Take my heart. I’m yours.” After her son’s blunt confrontation she knew what she wanted. Her eyes were now fully opened and the path was clear.