06-19-2018, 12:59 PM
What should have been her advantage, her head start, is soon turned around in something that actually works against her. Though her fins allow her to swim faster than average – sometimes even allowing her body to skip across the water a few times a she folds her legs like she’s jumping – they are no match for the kelpie. Much like she had expected.
However, what Kylin had not been expecting, is to have the ex-kelpie-king on top of her. While swimming, her hindquarters are lower positioned than her withers, as she’s trampling to keep her head above the water. Because unlike Ivar, Kylin cannot breath underwater. But like that, she apparently has given him enough room to position himself between her and the surface. It rather surprises her, showing in the way how her body freezes underneath his and she gasps for air. “I-Ivar?” she murmurs, more confused, and surprised, than anything else.
Her lavender head tilts ever so slightly, her fins and legs working to keep pushing her up to the surface, nostrils trembling as she breaths in much precious air. An hazel eyes try to find his, only to fall half closed as his teeth work their way down her skin. “Oh,” she practically moans – surprized – as she shudders, legs and fins about to fall still, only remembering that the bottom of the sea is far underneath her hooves when her head threatens to go under. The muscles of her stomach tense in anticipation, while at the same time it feels as if a swarm of butterflies are about to break free.
Underneath him, Kylin’s back arches and her pale lavender lips part in a silent half-scream half-moan as he at once bites down on her skin and penetrates her. Like always, it is she freezes under his touch. Except for the way her body seems to revel in Ivar’s attention, and through the pull of the water her body is pushed against his. She floats, no longer able to even think – let alone attempt – of keeping her head above the sea’s surface, completely depended on Ivar’s strong tail to keep her from drowning.
She does, of course, trust him to do exactly that. Her body melts into his, surrendering all control as pleasure and pain mix in a way Kylin had not thought possible. All vocalized in the soft pants that escape from her pale lips.
@[Ivar] <3
However, what Kylin had not been expecting, is to have the ex-kelpie-king on top of her. While swimming, her hindquarters are lower positioned than her withers, as she’s trampling to keep her head above the water. Because unlike Ivar, Kylin cannot breath underwater. But like that, she apparently has given him enough room to position himself between her and the surface. It rather surprises her, showing in the way how her body freezes underneath his and she gasps for air. “I-Ivar?” she murmurs, more confused, and surprised, than anything else.
Her lavender head tilts ever so slightly, her fins and legs working to keep pushing her up to the surface, nostrils trembling as she breaths in much precious air. An hazel eyes try to find his, only to fall half closed as his teeth work their way down her skin. “Oh,” she practically moans – surprized – as she shudders, legs and fins about to fall still, only remembering that the bottom of the sea is far underneath her hooves when her head threatens to go under. The muscles of her stomach tense in anticipation, while at the same time it feels as if a swarm of butterflies are about to break free.
Underneath him, Kylin’s back arches and her pale lavender lips part in a silent half-scream half-moan as he at once bites down on her skin and penetrates her. Like always, it is she freezes under his touch. Except for the way her body seems to revel in Ivar’s attention, and through the pull of the water her body is pushed against his. She floats, no longer able to even think – let alone attempt – of keeping her head above the sea’s surface, completely depended on Ivar’s strong tail to keep her from drowning.
She does, of course, trust him to do exactly that. Her body melts into his, surrendering all control as pleasure and pain mix in a way Kylin had not thought possible. All vocalized in the soft pants that escape from her pale lips.
@[Ivar] <3