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.
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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.