01-01-2018, 08:52 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
For what it feels like, this is the first she has felt a pleasure with him that is pure. There are no undertones of sex and whispering promises. Even when he has gripped the curve of her throat, she does not believe he will tear it out (at least not today) and she purrs playfully. His release of her precious larynx leads to the unwelcomed chill of cold waters and it's ability to make the kelpie mare gasp with surprise.The swirl of her two toned mane floats out around her scarred shoulders, a tingle where he leaves a resting nip. Isobell wonders if he regrets it...did he feel a resonating guilt or is he proud of his making? She wonders if he would attempt to do it again to another young, lovely thing. It was not a very far fetched idea truthfully...But for now, under a growing dark sky, it is just the two of them.
Isobell welcomes the feel of his body sliding into her with a soft moan, her head lifting back to spill her hair down the length of her neck as she feels the way he grips her, posses her with a violent, delicious greed. She wants to be wanted and he fills her desire eagerly. She can feel the pulsing of his love, the words are echoing in her head but just as she tries to respond...to make the sense of the words he presses him to her...he finishes and slides from her and she melts into his side, draping her head over his perfectly unmarked shoulders.
"Let's go. Let's go now." She only answers what she wants to, always ever the one to pick and choose. The painted woman presses a kiss to his withers. "The glacier then." She offers him a quirked brow and coy grin from the edge of her dark lips despite her dislike for the cold. She wanted to see frozen caves and ice so cold that it was blue. Another nudge comes from the bridge of her scaled nose as if to tell him to hurry up, silver eyes shining with bated excitement.