it started out as a feeling

Each inch of Hannibal's pretty pink skin was on fire as he witnessed the love of his life prowl closer to him. He focused on his breathing and not allowing the desire to control him in those eager moments. Soon, Belle slipped her intoxicating form into his arms. They were intertwined belly to belly. Hannibal consumed the sound, as well as the feeling, of Deathbelle's heart beating against his own. As they lay there eye to eye the male took a moment to peer into her beautiful gaze. Ensuring that he didn't see any sort of hesitation or reluctance. Nothing but a deep love poured from both of their gazes which made his lips curl into a smile before they kissed.

Licks and nips were exchanged before he aimed to nuzzle into the thick of her scruff. Inhaling the floral aroma of his Empress with an impatient flick of his lush tail. Her words drew him in even more as his heart seemingly lit on fire. "We are eternal, Deathbelle." With those husky tones Hannibal pressed his arms against her slightly to give her a possessive squeeze. With that, the male would venture forth to expose to the true depths of his undying love for the woman wound within his arms.