The way he says her name makes her insides flutter, but it is his touch that relaxes her. Without a doubt she rests her head on Ivar's head, her own legs and fins barely able to keep her head above the surface. "Ivar.." she murmurs in return as relief floods through her. "I want this," Kylin softly agrees, slowly blinking her heavy eyelids. She wants him.
Desires him. With an intensity she had not known was possible. A soft pleasured sound leaves her lips as he wraps himself all around her and allthough she is tightly held, she feels like she is floating. "Not afraid. Yours.. truly yours," she mummies, intoxicated by the gift he had said to never use on her. But what she does not know, wouldnt hurt, right?
Some aspects of their coupling would hurt, but he pushes all awareness of such thing to the back of her mind. Kylin is wrapped in a little bubble that exists of pleasure only. His touch, his thrusts, it is all he is aware of. She does not notice the bubbles of air that leave her lips and travel to the surface, instead it is the way his hips trust and give her pleasure is what she focusses on. Aside from that, the lavender girl is faintly aware of the gorgeous water life. Oh. How she has always longed to see this.
Deeper and deeper they sink, and Kylin shudders heavily under his body as she reaches her peak. The high coulds her mind, overrule everything else. Such as the pain of water being sucked into her lungs. No pain, no panic, only pleasure and the secure feeling of being held. Trusting that Ivar would keep her from harm.
But harm does follow him. The lack of oxygen first has her losing consciousness, and by the time she reaches the bottom of the ocean, the life slips away from her body. A smile lies on her lips, which curl gently and content.
Finally someone has shown to truly love her.
[Ivar]
Desires him. With an intensity she had not known was possible. A soft pleasured sound leaves her lips as he wraps himself all around her and allthough she is tightly held, she feels like she is floating. "Not afraid. Yours.. truly yours," she mummies, intoxicated by the gift he had said to never use on her. But what she does not know, wouldnt hurt, right?
Some aspects of their coupling would hurt, but he pushes all awareness of such thing to the back of her mind. Kylin is wrapped in a little bubble that exists of pleasure only. His touch, his thrusts, it is all he is aware of. She does not notice the bubbles of air that leave her lips and travel to the surface, instead it is the way his hips trust and give her pleasure is what she focusses on. Aside from that, the lavender girl is faintly aware of the gorgeous water life. Oh. How she has always longed to see this.
Deeper and deeper they sink, and Kylin shudders heavily under his body as she reaches her peak. The high coulds her mind, overrule everything else. Such as the pain of water being sucked into her lungs. No pain, no panic, only pleasure and the secure feeling of being held. Trusting that Ivar would keep her from harm.
But harm does follow him. The lack of oxygen first has her losing consciousness, and by the time she reaches the bottom of the ocean, the life slips away from her body. A smile lies on her lips, which curl gently and content.
Finally someone has shown to truly love her.
[Ivar]