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Magnus quickly won her heart, her paw, all of her and she was so happy to give herself to him. Their love was easy and relaxing, a blissful experience that could blot out the dark splotches of her history. Deathbelle felt complete, like she’d found a missing part of herself in Magnus. He held her tightly, warded her heart, and made her feel like the Empress she once was. Deathbelle submitted to his touch, to his embrace and his kisses and gave herself completely to her love. Magnus completed her, made her want to improve and show how much life she still had left to live.

Deathbelle let him love her all night, and she returned all of his efforts with equal passion. She didn’t hold anything back and that night Magnus was made privy to all of the fun tricks that she had learned from various lovers throughout her life. When the night seemed to finally beginning to wind down, made obvious in the exhausted way Belle began to move, the one Empress laid back onto the pillows once again. Her breathing was labored, but she wouldn’t give it up for the world. Her deep purple gaze searched for her lover’s face as sleep began to creep in. ”Oh, Magnus.” She breathed his name as she relaxed and opened her arms for him to take his place in her embrace.