OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness?

[brave_kreyu]

(OOC: Warning for explicit adult content, mention of noncon/rape, slavery)

Is it a dream? A glimpse of a universe that might have been? A story untold?

Something called Skellig out here, to a road scratched in the earth between the desert and the land irrigated by the river. The sun overhead is like a hammer, the heat murderous. His coat...he can't remember WHAT happened to his coat. In this heat the coat would be as strange as his wings to human eyes in any case.

There are two small mud-brick houses up ahead, then more road, and a mud-brick wall encircling a small village of mud-brick houses.

He needs a drink, desperately.

He hears footsteps coming toward him, the heat haze breaks to reveal a woman. (Except she can't be a woman, no one human has that much Light inside them, that much power.)

"Even one touched by the gods should not be walking about this time of day," her voice is all concern, all worry. She's wearing a white linen kilt around her waist, and nothing at all above it except a necklace of blue clay beads. She's lovely. (And she feels familiar? Why?)

She offers a hand to him, seemingly not concerned in the slightest about his wings.

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[27_53]

With other prior partners, he has rarely gotten the time to properly explore their bodies, discover the rhythms that run beneath the surface of the skin, find out what exactly makes them tick. Kreyu is different, with her power running between the both of them; he finds it exhilarating and very, very pleasurable.

Matching her wants, he gives himself over to his own needs and desires, exchanging control when it just feels right. An ebb and flow between the two of them.

Words are a struggle, when he's this deep in his head. But he manages to praise her, encourage her, thank her for the way she's making him feel.

[brave_kreyu]

She drinks in every drop of his praise, his encouragement, his thanks, and although she doesn't glow to human senses it makes more Light pour off of her.

In some ways, it's like a dance, partners moving together in the ebb and flow, It might be one of the oldest 'dances' in the world, a rite of primordial creation, and Skellig is dancing it with a dragon, an entity formed of the raw elements and kindled with karma! (HIS dragon, his Kreyu.)

If his mind, his senses, have room in them for anything other than their bodies, their cries, their needs, he will feel Karma swirling around them like the birth of a hurricane. It could be enough to make a man quail, lose his ardor for the dance, for pleasuring a dragon. (But he's SAFE here, pressed up against her, inside of her, kissing her like he has forgotten the need for air. This is the eye of the storm and she would never let him come to harm.)

She begs him with her body, her voice, for more of him now, harder, faster, PLEASE.

[27_53]

Every one of his senses misfires in tandem (he's kissing her and he hasn't forgotten the need for air, it is just that he doesn't need to breathe as her energy flows through his veins, her Karma washing over him) and his mind loses focus, his body taking over.

(Somewhere amid the violent winds of the Karma storm, Skellig's mind reverts simply to Before; a space that exists trapped in the murky haze that clouds so many of his memories. Before he had a calling, before he had a purpose, before he knew who he was to be.

Before he had a name.)

This is not something that a man or creature truly needs to be taught how to do. It is older than life itself, the act. It has changed over the ever-shifting sands of time, but it is still basic. Her voice no longer registers in his ears, his hearing dropping away to a rush of static, but he just knows what she wants, what she needs - harder, faster. This is basic instinct, survival, and more importantly pure, white-hot pleasure that is overtaking every fiber of his being, soaking deep into his soul.

He may be safe in the eye of the storm, with her. But the hurricane rages furiously at the edges of his mind, pulling him closer as it grows in intensity.

She is pinned to the mattress beneath him as he ravishes her, freely allowing (is it allowing, if he has no ability to control it any longer?) his Light to collide and crash with her Karma, feeding both their energies at once.

[brave_kreyu]

Dragons who are broodmates can speak to one another mind to mind, are in some ways a single being. Their souls are entangled together life after life. Kreyu should not be able to reach out and touch anyone else's mind that way.

(What is a dragon, you ask? "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." Or something close enough, when Skellig's Light is tangled up with her.)

She has, she will, pull her brother back from the madness of Taint this way with Elihu's aid. Reaching Skellig is far, far easier.

"Skellig!" her voice echoes in his mind, in his soul. She NEEDS him, ALL of him, her need a primal thing, the reach for his mind instinctual.


(OOC: Line in italics is from Skellig's canon.)

[27_53]

At first, he does not 'respond' when the echo of her voice name reaches his soul, because so much of him has been stripped away by the storm that he simply does not know, does not even realize that it is he which she is calling out for.

But a second call, a second echo...and something grabs hold of him.

Skellig.

(A splintered, battered shard of rock holding tightly to the earth beneath a raging ocean, steadfast against driving wind and crashing waves. Desolate and alone amid the storm. But she reaches him, and he knows he is safe.)

He snaps his eyes open and focuses his attention - his full, present attention - to her gaze. He is with her. All of him is with her.

My dragon.

[brave_kreyu]

My Skellig echoes in his being

"Please, please," she gasps. She's close, so close! He feels so good, but it's not quite enough to make the coil of pleasure snap, to give her her release.

[27_53]

She is close, so very close, but he is even closer than she is - and even with her power coursing through his body sustaining his drive, even with the logic of this space not quite aligning with reality - and he can't fight back the loss of his control indefinitely.

His words are desperate, his voice fractured by moans of pleasure and cries of delight and he's rambling, but at least he's here.

"Need you. Need you more than I've needed anyone. You see me. Need you--" The last word is choked off as he comes, burying his face in her neck as he shouts in ecstasy, spilling inside her as she desired him to do so earlier. Every nerve ending in his body is smoldering hot, the friction and glide of their sweat-slick skin between them triggering sparks and setting wildfires ablaze across his skin. "You, just need you, with me, please."

[brave_kreyu]

Something in his words, his release, his emotions, his NEED for her to come, tips her over the edge.

His last 'please' makes her tighten around him, cry out in ecstasy.

It's going to be a minute before she'll be up to doing more than just laying here under him.

[27_53]

It is more than a minute before he is up to doing anything than laying atop her, as his ragged breathing and lazy, sluggish movements are all his muscles can muster for several.

His hearing is the first to return.

several hounds are barking on alert at the strange noises coming from past the mud-brick wall, their 'owners' muttering, pleading for silence. in another dwelling an infant cries, disturbed again from sleep. within a livestock stall, a pair of tomcats fight for the attention of a female seeking their attentions. there is muttering again from within beds - won't they ever quit, just what is she doing with him out there? and by low-glowing hearth fires throughout the village, a few couples are taking 'advantage' of the inspiration given them.

And after hearing all of that Skellig laughs. He's a little delirious, but the super-charged afterglow he's freely soaking in right now is causing him a great deal of pleasure on its own. He shifts his body to move from atop her, sliding to rest at her side, possessively draping an arm and leg over her form.

(The dogs are still barking.)

[brave_kreyu]

She cuddles up with him, close. "Can you hear what the dogs are barking at? Is that why you're laughing?"

[27_53]

"They...they are barking at us, Kreyu." He's still laughing quietly, forehead resting against her shoulder. He bites his lower lip, before pulling in a deep breath. A futile effort to steady his speech.

It doesn't work.

"We...seem to have woken half the village."

Half might be modest, actually.

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes, embarrassed. "They're DOGS, they must hear sex noises all the time with how many couples are in the village," she grumbles.

"I was being a bit spiteful with wanting them to hear us, and I suppose I got my wish."

[27_53]

"I believe you did," he murmurs, amused. Skellig could clearly care less, from his voice's tone. "We may have been...a bit louder, this time."

(Faint, too faint for Kreyu to hear, another woman in the distance cries out in ecstasy as she attains her release, and Skellig promptly turns 'off' his ears.)

His focus shifts to the drum of her heartbeat, which he can clearly hear without having to 'reach', as well as feel beneath his fingers as his hand comes to rest on her chest, palm flat on her skin above her heart.

[brave_kreyu]

"Introducing you to people tomorrow is likely to be...interesting," she tells him, still flushed.

"This time was lovely, she assures him. "Though I think you wandered on me a bit?" She places her hand over his above her heart.

[27_53]

"I..."

In the present, here with her, it is nearly impossible to slip back into the haze that clouds his mind. He cannot find the place where he was, though for some reason, the taste of salt - seawater - is faint on his tongue.

"Sometimes, when there is more Light in my stores than my mind recalls how to manage, it has...happened," he explains, trying to be reassuring. "It is not something I fear. I knew...I knew you had hold of me."

Her voice calling his name echoes once more in his head - that he can remember.

"I have been lost before, in..." he contemplates his next words carefully. "In the other direction. That I fear. But this was not that."

[brave_kreyu]

"In dark emotions?" She holds him close, as if she's afraid he'll disappear. This Kreyu does not know about Taint, about the dreadful things it does to what it touches.

[27_53]

"In darkness, yes." Skellig curls into her body, sighing gently. "Some may call it madness, but for me it is more...I simply lose track of who I am, what I am. Finding my way back is harder, from that."

[brave_kreyu]

"I hope you never go through that again," she says, quiet. "But I would find you, if you were lost. Even if you didn't want to see me again, afterward."

[27_53]

"With my reserves as they are now...it would take a great force of darkness to drain my stores to the point where I slip that far gone. I have not encountered that in...quite some time."

Maybe ever? He can't remember. Maybe the haze in his mind is protecting him from those moments. He isn't sure.

"Why would you say I would not wish to see you," he asks, curious. That part confuses him.

[brave_kreyu]

"You might grow tired of me, or find someone better suited to you," she replies, voice quiet. She's seen relationships in the village end before, often without much warning. "Or you might, you might want to go home."

[27_53]

"I may not have understood how I have come to be in this place, but I..." he sets his jaw slightly, nuzzles his face against her shoulder. "I would not simply part ways as if you are some plaything to throw aside once I grow tired. That...that is not how I am."

[brave_kreyu]

"Good. That's good," She runs her fingers through his hair, relaxes. "I've seen it, I've seen it happen. . To other people."

She laughs. "I think that's part of what my brothers were afraid of, when I left. That someone would break my heart."

[27_53]

"Your brothers are wise to caution you," he admits. "Many others would not - will not - think twice, about casting aside a lover."

Skellig grunts quietly - a happy, content sound - as she begins to run her fingers through his hair, his eyes slipping shut of their own volition.

"But I am not like others."

[brave_kreyu]

"No, you aren't." She keeps running her fingers through his hair. "You're very special, Skellig. Your presence is a gift."

"Should I use something other than your name to introduce you to people?"

[27_53]

Contemplating this, he stretches lazily to allow his body to align better beside hers, cuddling as close as he can to her.

"I...typically do not hide my name," he admits. "So rarely have I come across another I cannot sense their intent upon our meeting. But, if you feel it wise...do you conceal yours?"