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Deathbelle

Loner

Expert Fighter (225)

Expert Healer (224)

age
Ghost
gender
Female
gems
20
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
1,106
player
KatG2

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Promptober 2019
07-19-2021, 05:21 PM
It felt like it was all too easy, but after filtering through all of their memories together she knew it wasn’t. Incredible loss and sorrow had to be endured before they could live through this moment. Before Deathbelle could finally have her heart's truest desire. There was no fear as Sirius growled darkly and stood and closed the distance between them. Their wet fur mingled but barely touched as he hesitated again. Belle didn’t lower her gaze this time, vibrant eyes watched him, taking in his every movement and action, fearless and… relieved.

He towered over her, he always had. He’d never raised a paw against her, and she knew that he never would. The sensation of losing control was overwhelming as he put a claw to her throat and the once great Empress submit to his touch. He lifted her chin and revealed her vulnerable throat. She caught her breath, not for fear or trepidation but surprise at the feeling. Her belly suddenly consumed in flames. Her throat burned where he touched as he leaned down to trace his incredible fangs over her jugular. Sirius growled again and sent an aching shiver down her spine. After so long tamping down her desires she could finally allow them to flourish. And they did.

Finally Sirius claimed her as his, declaring it with a determined word and a kiss against her pulsing vein. She whined softly as he spoke those words she never believed that she would hear. Now and always she would belong to her Warlord. ”Yours.” She whispered back, scarcely able to breathe as she lifted delicate arm and weaved her cat like paws into the thick fur of his neck. Deathbelle trailed her claws over his skin as she stared deeply into his night sky eyes. There was only a moment of hesitation as she memorized the moment, then leaned forward to kiss him, finally able to do so without regret. Belle pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes and unleashing all of the deep emotions she held back their whole lives. Nothing she had shown him could compare to passion built up over a lifetime of holding herself back.

Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.