12-28-2017, 08:44 PM
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.