Seaside Appreciation

The pair embraced and the world was just for them. At that moment, nothing else mattered. Roan accepted her words and she could feel the emotion thrum through his body. The feeling was overwhelming, but not remotely unpleasant. Io felt as though she would burst into millions of tiny pieces just from being filled with so much love.

Roan spoke of having her and not letting her go. It was a sweet sentiment, but Iolaire's mind went in a more... mature direction. "Oh, darling..." she purred, her maw next to one black ear. "You haven't had me yet." Her tongue flicked out to run along the edge of that ear. An open invitation if there ever was one. It had been a long time since she'd had a man and, being a sensual woman like she was, Iolaire felt that she was overdue.

A light nip was given to the underside of Roan's jaw. She adjusted herself, molding her body against his and pressing her curves into him. Iolaire wasn't your typical, wide-hipped fae. She was sleek and slender. She believed that it gave her a different sort of beauty. One that she was proud of. The dark lady began to groom Roan's throat with teeth and tongue, her movements slow and sensual. she was definitely trying to work him into a fervor. Then he wouldn't be able to deny her.