02-24-2019, 09:26 AM
As the summer has slipped into fall, Ivar has spent more and more time in Ischia's northeast corner. The seagrass meadow between the big island and his smaller one has become a favorite resting place, and it is there he lingers on this sunny afternoon. His back brushes against the sand, and his eyes are half-closed from the sensation of the sunlight that warms his pale belly.
He'd been woken from his dream by some disturbance in the water, and he rolls lazily to one side, his golden eyes traveling toward the beach. There - a set of pale legs that he knows well.
The kelpie's head rises above the water near Isobell, a smile on his handsome face. He's been especially attentive to the piebald khaleesi of late, and the barely-there change in her scent as he presses his nose to her shoulder suggests that they have been successful.
She'll give him another kelpie in the spring, a child as perfect as all their others. "You look beautiful today." he breathes into the curve of her throat, following it with gentle lips along her jaw. The scars they both wear are proof they are not always so gentle, but Ivar would not dare treat a pregnant Isobell the way he had only a few months past.
The remembered sound of her breathless gasps and the taste of her blood in his mouth are enough to stir the kelpie, but he keeps his teeth from her throat with no difficulty. There is plenty of prey with which to sate his hunger, after all. While Ivar rarely returns to Isobell without smelling of another woman, he does always return to her.
@[Isobell]
He'd been woken from his dream by some disturbance in the water, and he rolls lazily to one side, his golden eyes traveling toward the beach. There - a set of pale legs that he knows well.
The kelpie's head rises above the water near Isobell, a smile on his handsome face. He's been especially attentive to the piebald khaleesi of late, and the barely-there change in her scent as he presses his nose to her shoulder suggests that they have been successful.
She'll give him another kelpie in the spring, a child as perfect as all their others. "You look beautiful today." he breathes into the curve of her throat, following it with gentle lips along her jaw. The scars they both wear are proof they are not always so gentle, but Ivar would not dare treat a pregnant Isobell the way he had only a few months past.
The remembered sound of her breathless gasps and the taste of her blood in his mouth are enough to stir the kelpie, but he keeps his teeth from her throat with no difficulty. There is plenty of prey with which to sate his hunger, after all. While Ivar rarely returns to Isobell without smelling of another woman, he does always return to her.
@[Isobell]