12-22-2017, 08:52 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
She indeed ruins the fantasy of this symbiotic daydream. She is the ruin of what he hopes could equate to a sense of normalcy. She does not want normal. She does not want boring and plain equilibrium. She wants his anger, she wants the blood of his kiss, she wants to feel his fangs sink into the thick scars of her withers and to breath life into her saturated veins to bring her to his mercy and never release her from his harboring embrace.Her heat is not shielded away but instead offered as she presses her body tightly against his with searching eyes and lifting lips that curl to a smile despite how he boldly claims her to be made in his image. Isobell only tightens the edges of her lips in a quiet reply, brushing it off with the shrug of her thin shoulders. She hungers for his flesh, to feel the throb of his love.
Isobell craves the grip of his arms over her shoulders as water fills her lungs.
"Ivar..." Her voice ripples the moonlight as she reaches her lips upward with soft words and even softer tongue that flicks at the edge of his dark ear. She hears the question he offers. Isobell does not believe he could want more than the lushness of Loess with it's plentiful women and vegetation...but then again why bother to ask? He is a charming creature with a sly tongue and glittering eyes. All the women want to be seen with someone pretty. It makes them smile, walk on air, nurture the confidence that has laid dormant in their breast till the right face comes along to draw it out of them. She draws a breath close to his skin, her lips nudge the scales of his neck with a slow deliberation as though she could truthfully answer his inquiry.
The touch of his mouth to her belly would lead to a promise that would potentially be offered in the coming spring. Silver eyes watch how his painted form edges into the surf. She is beginning to laugh just as she suddenly feels the weight of his body dragging her tail first under the rage of a white surf. She is disoriented for a few moments but the glint of moonlight through thick water manages to capture the flitting edge of Ivar's tail. The woman rights herself, twisting with a practiced ease that she had gained in Nerine and her time away from him.
But he is quicker, sharper.
The sharp clip of his teeth tease his intentions. Isobell twists with a grin, favoring his toying antics, but the sudden touch of his sensitive lips to the tender place of her thigh makes her gasp and her body tense. The playful smile is gone and her face is replaced with hard, hungry eyes. Isobell rolls to her back as the water has fully encased her. She floats in the dark oblivion with nothing reaching her. No sound, no light, not even Ivar in this moment. It is all shapeless.
Water works its way through her lungs as she draws it in and exhales with tiny bubbles glancing across the bridge of her nose. The woman stretches her body out with effortless movements, to spur herself after the kelpie stallion. She finds him easily, bobbing above the water, her own head emerging near his as her legs move rhythmically to keep her afloat. "If that is all that it is then that is up to you Ivar." Isobell replies with a tilt of her head. She dips her head to the water and tosses a small wave at him that would certainly end win a splash, a grin falling to her lips after she has gleefully anointed her kelpie in the blessed waters of her hungry desire.