12-17-2017, 12:16 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
She is not as poised as him. Isobell does not fight to remain the 'queen' in his eyes because she currently feels less like the well mannered matriarch of an sea land and more like the feral kelpie creature that currently flashes explicit poses of her and Ivar in her mind's eye. The carnal craving is more powerful and it drags at her soul but at least to have him in her sights was enough to ease the sickness in her gut. "Ivar." She breathes his name again, no qualms to cover the little space left between them. Her silver eyes are wide and rolling like the stormy seas raging in her head. "Shut up." Her lack of formalities is a sweeping blow as closes the gap and presses her side to his. Isobell drapes her head over his withers in an act of possession what she had not currently displayed (or currently understand what is truly forcing her body). The painted mare lips at where his mane met the scales of his shoulders with lovely little -plucks- from her teeth (flat and not sharp like his thankfully). She did not pay any mind to the roan or the curious passing look. All Isobell knew was that as soon as she pressed her body against his, the sickness nearly dissipated. A small content sight flows from her lips despite the rising need to have him even closer and for now she would try to ignore it unless his terribly wonderful lips managed to fan the flame.
"I am here, Ivar, just let it all be." Her lips murmur the words against his neck after she had lifted her head from over his withers. Now, small presses of her lips against his scaled neck occupied her thoughts and will. Isobell does not even fathom if he had any objections to her hungry affections. "I need you" Her demand is as soft as a dawn sunrise, the words escaping in hot, shallow breathes as she can feel the kelpie inside taking hold of her body, mind and will.