bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar

[Isobell]

bottom of the deep blue sea

Khaleesi

The title vibrates along the length of her painted form and conjures up a smile across her pretty dark lips at the response of the kelpie king's soft tongue. Isobell envisions the curl of that very tongue as it explored various parts of her, prodding for her innocence as well as imperfections. Ivar had always found a way to keep her close by word or body.

He is a vision of gilded beauty, bold blues where there had not once been. Isobell moved to the water, her body shifting seamlessly into that of her kelpie mare form, all smooth scales and billowing fins. She is an image of glory as the sunlight split and fractured behind her pied body as she gazed down upon her husband beneath the waves. There had been a time when she had been the one gazing upward, eyes rolling and glossy.

But now a smirk is fixed upon her flawless features.

"Yes, my king." The purr of her words echo lush and softness but the steel of her eyes bite like glittering silver bullets manufactured to kill the beast beneath heavy moonlight. Isobell pushes deeper, her motions are excessively smooth and practiced, reflecting her mastery of the kelpie nature that she had not bore before. The fins collapse and open like billowing silk against the water's sinful embrace. The moonstone and obsidian mare closes the space between them with ferocity so she closer to him in the midst of a single heartbeat. Isobell collapses around him, swimming over and under, wrapping the length of her fins around him with teeth tugging at the nape of his neck possessively for a second before darting away with a playful grin that curls just a single side of her pretty lips. She laughs now, wild and unhinged, with the ever presence glint of savagery in her womanly gaze, beckoning him to darker waters and darker thoughts.

@kahzie