bottom of the deep blue sea
There had been no other man in Isobell's life that had conquered her. Ivar had known her nearly from birth as her brother's best friend. They had frolicked between sea and great grass plains. Her smaller form racing after the boys as she called for them to 'wait up' for her. They boys always agreed before pulling away to keep the chase of interest.Bust Ivar and Isobell had grown in many ways.
Friends.
Playmates.
Murderer and Victim.
Lovers.
How many more phases of the silver moon must pass?
The mare watches closely with the curl of her dark head over a single shoulder as the gold and sapphire man nears her like a dangerous, bloodthirsty shark. He hovers enticingly close and the pied mare grins playfully. She tilts her head to the side to expose her body to him with unabashed lure just as he latches to her skin.
Iso can feel the prick of his teeth as they slip beneath her skin, causing her to gasp, tiny bubbles sputtering. The silver eyes widen as she should feel pain but there is pleasure instead. The woman draws herself down with the flick of her body, pulling from his mouth as pink water swirls delicately in the water. Iso eyes him, a smirk still on her lips, as she pulls herself away so she may gaze upon the king kelpie with an scrutinizing expression, studying him, feigning boredom before smirking and drifting near him.
Once again, Iso wraps around him but this time she tightens the length of her body around his till she has her upper body over his, her tail twined tightly as her forelegs catch his body in them. Silver eyes drift near his own as they rove his handsome features, inspecting the flawlessness of his skin, the eye moving up and over his face. Isobell gives no warning as she strikes to sink her dulled teeth into the flesh of his throat, knowing she would not kill him but breaking the skin to taste blood for the first of her life.
Isobell does not release him, knowing he will balk, possibly attempt to kill her again but she is strong, lithe, and willful. The mare loosens her grip she has around his form enough to slide beneath him, his flesh in her throat and blood on her tongue, she finds the length of his hardened manhood rubbing against her body and slips him between the slit of her finned body. Isobell does not yet release the mouthful of his skin just yet and proceeds to push him deeper and deeper into her body before she finally climaxes...releasing his flesh as she moans in her primal state in the sea waters...
Isobell slips away from his grasp in case he should decides to punish her, grinning playfully, heading to the surface. She feels renewed, her body filled with his warmth and her accession as his Khaleesi. "Let's go to bed, Ivar." She calls to him with a smirk, halting her motions, drifting in the slow current of the water with her hair and fins fanned against the golden setting sunlight.