11-30-2017, 06:22 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
He closes the space between them with silent steps and lukewarm words.Isobell had not expected him to take her reply so easily, expecting the fight and readied for hit, but when his body is pressed to her own then she is without sword or shield. The click of their scales is a methodical ticking sound that reminds Isobell the eternity that lay before her.
He radiates a heat that warms her own skin despite the chill in the salt air. She falls quiet as he teases, imitating her voice,
slithering around her throat. Isobell pulls back her lips to run her teeth along the scales of his neck after pressing her lips to the curve for a moment, plucking at them and ignoring his question. He was a terribly blunt creature with a quick eye and sharp tongue. How had this happened? What magic made her belong to him? The silver eyed queen shakes from the trance of his scent and caress, her head still twisted around to look upward at the stallion. "Do what you want Ivar." The woman finally replies with a shrug of her scarred shoulders. She may have moments of intensity but she would not attempt to rule the kelpie man. Why would she need to? He had plenty on his plate to appease his carnal appetites. She offers him a polite smile and kiss to the underside of his jaw, teeth nipping at the thick scales before sliding away.
"Does Loess not keep you entertained?" The painted woman asks him with a toying smirk, enjoying the site of his painted skin against the grey of evening ocean. She curls her neck, tilting her head, listening for his answer. The mare shifts her weight from one pretty hip to the other as the salt breeze plucks at her mane. Ivar was unpredictable and the young mare could only anticipate his response.