03-09-2019, 12:32 PM
The warm air around them grows thick with the coppery scent of blood, and it rests as heavy on the kelpie’s tongue as he tastes his way along the opalescent mare. The salt air brushes the hair from his eyes, and the shiver of fear that runs down her spine sends a matching thrill through the kelpie’s own body, spurred on by the bruising bites of Sabras’ teeth along his scaled sides. Sabra is not kelpie but she acts as bold as one, digging her dull teeth into the ridge of his scaled spine as though she might mark him the same way he does her. It delights him – is the inspiration for his command – but she bites off a scream that he had been longing to hear.
Her whimpers afterward are nearly enough to appease him, but he grins rather than immediately heed her request. He tilts his head with a wicked grin, waits just long enough that she might ask again, and then takes action. He fits atops her easily, and buries the groan of their initial coupling into her sunset mane. The kelpie is not gentle as he has his way with her, but he does not rip at her neck as he might have beneath the water. They are small bites only, here and there as he thrusts until at last his own climax spurs one bite harder than the rest, a deep bite into the thick muscle of her shoulder. He cannot help himself; she is at once wanton and wary, the heady combination that his kind have pursued since the dawn of creation.
He releases the mouthful of flesh only as he slides off her, unable to keep from licking at the blood that lines his pale mouth. It doesn’t hurt, he presses into her mind, it doesn’t hurt too much. Caution had left him for a moment, but he reigns in the literal hunger. Later, he tells himself; for there will certainly be a later.
Ivar streaks her blue cheek with blood as he slides his muzzle along it, far gentler than he had been in the moments earlier.
“Tell me why you’re here,” he says before he pulls away, the command as infused in his touch as it is in his voice. He had not wanted to know earlier, not when the answer might have interfered with what he intended, but for all his animalistic hunger, Ivar is no fool. He’s been burnt once by the piebald dragon, and suspects he might soon be again. It was worth it, he decides, and reaches forward again to paint a streak along her other cheek as he presses another seed of desire into the blue-eyed mare.
@[Sabra]
Her whimpers afterward are nearly enough to appease him, but he grins rather than immediately heed her request. He tilts his head with a wicked grin, waits just long enough that she might ask again, and then takes action. He fits atops her easily, and buries the groan of their initial coupling into her sunset mane. The kelpie is not gentle as he has his way with her, but he does not rip at her neck as he might have beneath the water. They are small bites only, here and there as he thrusts until at last his own climax spurs one bite harder than the rest, a deep bite into the thick muscle of her shoulder. He cannot help himself; she is at once wanton and wary, the heady combination that his kind have pursued since the dawn of creation.
He releases the mouthful of flesh only as he slides off her, unable to keep from licking at the blood that lines his pale mouth. It doesn’t hurt, he presses into her mind, it doesn’t hurt too much. Caution had left him for a moment, but he reigns in the literal hunger. Later, he tells himself; for there will certainly be a later.
Ivar streaks her blue cheek with blood as he slides his muzzle along it, far gentler than he had been in the moments earlier.
“Tell me why you’re here,” he says before he pulls away, the command as infused in his touch as it is in his voice. He had not wanted to know earlier, not when the answer might have interfered with what he intended, but for all his animalistic hunger, Ivar is no fool. He’s been burnt once by the piebald dragon, and suspects he might soon be again. It was worth it, he decides, and reaches forward again to paint a streak along her other cheek as he presses another seed of desire into the blue-eyed mare.
@[Sabra]