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bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 12-28-2017 Isobell i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea Their lovemaking had gone on for hours. He would take her, hold her close and press his lips to every inch of her body till she begged to feel him inside her. Isobell moaned his name softly with jagged breathes against his skin as she gazed up at him with helpless, hungry eyes till he wracked her body with wave after wave of delicious orgasms. Time and time again, as they floated beneath the waves, when she thought her body would burst from satisfaction, his arms would float around her as he nibbled at her tender places, pressing his tongue and lips to the velvet folds of her womanhood. She could not resist him and would return with her need till he filled her again and again. Finally, out of sheer exhaustion, they must return to the shore to rest. Isobell preferred the water just as the stallion but she wanted to sleep and sharks did not wash up on land often alive.The painted woman moves as though her body weighs a thousand tons. She only emerges enough from the crystalline edges of the water so she could lie comfortably in the warm, dry sand. The water still lapped at her hind hooves when she decides to lie down in a rather unladylike manner, flopping with no regard to his opinion. A satisfied smile is on her lips as her lids grow heavy over her silver eyes. She waits for Ivar to be near before she succumbs to the heavy fog of sleep. The sound of seabirds wake her at sunset with Ivar at her side. Pewter eyes trace the way his sides fall slowly in his sleep. The infamous Ivar of Leoss lay snoring gently at her side...she smiles before she starts to find her feet...to return to Nerine. He of all people would understand. Isobell rolls her legs beneath her as she looked north to Nerine, her face glowing in the setting sun but something tugs at her. Something binds her legs so they will not cooperate. Isobell frowns, tossing her two toned mane from her face till she catches sight of that slow rise and fall of the painted man. She stares, his breathing nearly in time with the tide, and Isobell slowly lowers herself back down to the still warm sand, nudging closer to the long back of the kelpie till her face was pressed softly against the crest of his neck. She savors the warmth of his skin, eyes closing contently for a bit longer. RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 12-28-2017
RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 12-28-2017 Isobell i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea She is rested, glowing in the thin veil netted in gold and orange of the sleepy sunset, dazzling the moonstone and obsidian scales that covered her slender body. Some where missing here and there, pink stained and naked places where he had laid claim to her body and she had given it without protest. Isobell lays with her legs nested beneath her as she watches him stir from his heavy slumber. She had heard his remark and she may intend to test the full weight of that statement but for now she is with him and only with him as he is with her. There is no other scent on his skin, no other claim to his body but her own. They are slowly creating something other than the life that Isobell does not relaize is growing already. The sand he shakes from his scales peppers her lightly, coaxing a girlish grin from her lips as she makes a small squeal of 'Ivar!' in a playful scolding. But even now, when his dark eyes meet the pale silver of her own, she can see an eternity in their depths. It was frightening to see that far into his soul but welcoming to know that neither of them are a king or queen. It feels like they are young again with their teasing and taunting grins. Isobell can not help but smile at him, handsome and gleaming, basking in the simple quiet of their chosen resting place. "Anywhere." Her voice is a bit low and husky because of the countless time she cried out in pleasure from hours earlier. "Anywhere with you." Isobell would not confess her intentions or departure for fear those dark eyes would no longer show her what could be a possibility for them, in another time, another place. All the kelpie mare knows is that she needs to be by his side for she could not bear the thought of him elsewhere. Isobell rises to her feet with uncanny ease before she kicks sand at the stallion and launches herself from the shore into the water with so much effort that it was not a graceful landing and the left side of her rib cage would be tender but she wants to be in the water's embrace, to wash away the sand that clung to her hair and scales. Isobell easily resurfaces to look for her stallion with an echoing laugh, blowing water from her nostrils. Had he stayed on land or was he already in the water? RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 12-29-2017
RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 01-01-2018 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. |