12-26-2017, 05:50 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
She allows him to lead. The kelpie man with his throbbing ego and scouring eye never misses a mark. She falls into the still-warm waters of a late summer near him. The weightlessness is intoxicating, her two toned hair streaming in a flowing banner, her tail spread prettily for his eyes. She smiles at him as she posed as though a prima ballerina for his hungry eyes before shooting in a wicked grace to the surface.She is smiling playfully despite the darkness that deepens her pewter eyes. She churns the water lazily as she feels the sting of her lust, her love, her inhibitor, bloom in her breast. He inches closer and she can feel the air catch in her throat as her scales tingle just out of his reach. She is vibrating and does not attempt to hide her desire for his flesh. The slic of pink tongue touches her top lip in a coy grin as she sucks in his scent. Salty, musky, more masculine than any other she had ever even met. Isobell must attempt to cull the purr that he strokes from her when he is so close she could fall into his saturation of pleasure.
Ivar nears closely enough but Isobell allows it. The clamp of his long teeth prickle her scales as she suddenly drags her beneath the waves. The painted mare moans softly, vibrating he grip surely. She is not delicate in his grasp now. She welcomes every tear, every nip. Isobell loves the way he clips and claims her flesh for his own to abuse. The precious scales seem to splinter in his mouth and with each tug coaxed a soft melodic groan from her lips, long lashes and lids falling over her silver eyes as she rhythmically begs for more by the way her flesh thrust into his mouth. She wants him to tame her yet she wants to be the one to destroy him.
The feel of his mouth against the thick scars of his mark cause her eyes to snap open. She watches from the edge of her vision beneath the dark waters. This was her lover's mark, his mark. Isobell does not balk but instead sighs when he nuzzles the hard place with his tender lips. her desire mingles with the water as she can not contain her want of the kelpie man. He has been the only one to satisfy her thus far (tough he is the only stallion she has only ever known). He is the only one to have ever touched between the soft place between her legs, to taste the damp need of her heat.
The breath she has is caught in her lungs and clutched when he moves atop her. Isobell watches with anticipation in her eyes, wanting him to hurry and find his place inside her body. She is desperate and feral in her actions as she presses the roundness of her hips against his in her need to feel him buried deep inside of her. The mare turns her head to look over her shoulder- "Please, Ivar..." She moans softly as she arches her back against the throb of his manhood, her tail moving to the side as she aches to feel him. It is when he finally forces himself deep into her warmth that she gasps. He is large and full and filling. Isobell moans loudly, the water in her lungs and his thrusting ,making her vibrate with every movement. Isobell groans his name softly as she has longed to feel his warmth against her body while encased in the cold waters of the sea.