crying out into the dark night

Despite the newness of their business contract the two of them were closer in proximity everyday than Venom was with anyone else. With that time in each other’s presence Venom had a building desire in more than one way. She wanted to know more, she wanted a deeper connection, she wanted what no other wolf had. She trusted him at levels she never would or could have predicted Venom wanted him to feel the same with her. She wanted to be selfish deep down. If she was honest she would have admitted her need for him to cast off duty for pleasure because that was the ultimate taboo for an Empress. She had seen her mother’s downfall when she allowed herself the luxury of self over the Empire. Venom couldn’t allow herself to do the same. Perhaps part of her hoped that Hattori would keep her on the difficult path.

They were silent for a long few moments, and though Venom felt her anxiety spike she still felt safe and comfortable beside him like this. Hattori wouldn’t leave her without an answer, and as he spoke there was no definitive answer but he did give his pledge of effort. He also pulled a little closer and wrapped his tail around her cloak covered form. Her heart did another exciting flutter as she settled in the crook of his form and let out a soft sigh. Venom could be content with their arrangement for now. His presence soothed her, but sleep was now a far thought despite the cozy den.

With her head buried in his neck the young Empress put her efforts into gently grooming his soft black and orange fur. Her motions were hesitant but sweet as she took her chances at toeing the line once again.