Kiss of an Empress

He grabbed her suddenly and small and weak as she was, Zee couldn't fight his powerful embrace. Her ears flattened to her skull, a soft whimper pulling from her muzzle which she laid upon his muscled shoulder. It wasn't fair, none of this was fair. Her hatred burned and faded away in waves, the anger warring with the hurt. "I want you to stop loving her." She admitted, defeated.

Her nose pressed into his plush fur, wishing she could push away the shame. It was an impossible ask, but it was the truthful answer he had asked for. "And I want her to stop loving you. I don't want you to hide your feelings or hold your lust for her behind a cage. I want the feelings gone. I want you to think her name and remember how it made you feel when she invited her brother into her bed. You are mine." Her voice cracked at the end and she was unable to put as much conviction to the claim as she wanted to. Sirius would never be hers, not as long as he was the sworn shield of Deathbelle. "You can't give me any of that." Sad voice became a whisper, muffled against his fur. "And I will never be strong enough or frightening enough that she will respect my claim."