And when you kiss me goodnight

The soft drift of the breeze would toy against her fur, ruffling and pushing against its locks. The moon would lead her king towards the outcasted female, defining Renesme in its silver lighting. A smirk would peel against the blood kissed lips at his comment, how he would so effortlessly make compliments to his winter rose. " The moon is quite something, it really does hold its immortal beauty out here." The hushed cooes would tease, before flicking the orb to take a glance towards the lights source. The space between them so slight, yet so far that not even the king could stay away. Closer he will tread, until finally making contact towards the femme with a swift- secure force against her shoulder blade. The tiara would curve up to hungrily gaze over- as Isardis would gaze down.

The scent of his musk would swirl around the slope of the muzzle before trailing down to tease her senses. A small, delicate paw would attempt to bury against the centre of his shoulder blade before gliding the cranium towardsthe side of his neck, to affectionately try and nuzzle and take in his mascaline perfume. Isardis was almost, if not double of the womans size, easily able to dominate over, but it never meant that she'd lack in her strengths and strong speech or even back down in her sinful ways.

The soothing of his deep baritones where like music to the sirens ears, as it'll answer the question rather firmly . " Someday it'll not be an unworthy seed- and the life I may bore will only fill you with pride as it will to me." The whisper would be no louder or less to here. The children she may have in the future will not grow up with a mother that'll drown them in affection- they'll be something of a magnificence. A new eerie reborn.