Natália and Van
Natália stepped backwards, letting her hands roam over Van's chest. She'd read up on kelpies a bit. Pretty men who lured their victims with their beauty. Lured them into the water and let their nature do what it did best. Demonic in their own way and that was an attractive quality. Van's mouth was much better occupied now than it was being caustic and challenging. And his form was something her fingers admired while her tongue curled around his, while her backside found support from a nearby tree.
With a dancer's grace and agility, she wrapped a leg around him, pulling him against her and then bringing that leg down his, ignoring the rough bark pressing against her ass. A little pain mixed with pleasure never did anyone any harm. She would have preferred a riding crop. Considering what Van was, there was some humor in it he probably wouldn't appreciate very much.
Dark eyes opened and drew back from the kiss, drinking him in and then pulling the band of his underwear outward to peek inside. She smirked and looked up at him; nothing said. Instead she jerked the band down and then kissed him again, but her kisses traveled down his neck and then over his chest. Her hands grasped his bared ass and she made sure to suckle each of his nipples before she ventured downward.