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brave_kreyu) wrote2024-03-19 08:36 pm
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OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness?
(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.
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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"Intimidated, perhaps, or too much drink." She grins wickedly. "That's what the midwife told me, at least, that both of those can make a man unable to rise."
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Full sentences are tougher, with her hand moving along his length, the friction nearly maddening. He has to pull his mind back into focus, allow his heartrate to settle a bit.
(At one point, he spits into his hand and reintroduces some lubrication into the equation. He would not be so forward as to coax her to put her mouth on him, not this soon in their 'lesson plan'. She is doing plenty well with just her fingers matching his.)
"Attraction is another factor..." he swallows hard as she brushes her fingertips over the head of his cock. "I...I had to resist quite firmly, the urge to take you earlier, when we first kissed."
Before they were so rudely interrupted by the roving band of fighters.
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She remembers how Skellig's fingers moved so easily inside of her. While she strokes him with one hand, she reaches between her legs with the other. Yes, still some slickness there, that should help!
She rubs some of her arousal on his cock giving some more lubrication and perhaps some OTHER benefits. There is POWER in all of a dragon's body after all, even if blood is the most potent.
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"Gods--"
He's not in any pain - so she shouldn't worry about that. The furthest thing from it, actually. His words leave him completely, so he settles for kissing her instead.
Forcefully.
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His forceful kiss sends a shiver down her spine, stirs the heat at the base of her spine to a more vigorous flame. She tries to match his kiss while continuing to stroke him, but this is trickier than it seemed in her head. Her strokes are likely to slow a bit, become less coordinated.
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A voice echoes in his headspace 'settle down, featherduster' and he laughs to himself, feeling a bit foolish at having such a strong reaction.
"Forget the gods..." he mutters, voice breaking with a bit of a pleasured groan as he covers her hand with his, 'helping' her to resume the rhythm she had set earlier. He is falling apart in pieces, and he knows he will not last much longer. "...much prefer to be touched by the dragon."
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"Will touch you as much as you want, whenever you want," she tells him, voice rough. "Want to give you what you gave me, Skellig."
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"A lucky soul, I am." He whispers. "However I found myself in this oasis."
It is not long before he feels himself slipping entirely, and he presses his lips to hers once more, this kiss less intense, but still very deep. (There is a connection, somewhere, that he feels pull from a thread but he still can't understand why it feels that way.) "Kreyu, my dragon."
With his hand over hers, he guides her touch, thrusting his hips involuntarily as he reaches his peak, the knot in his stomach tightening firmly before he relaxes and finds his release, spilling his climax over their hands with a soft whimper of pleasure escaping his throat.
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"My Skellig," she breathes against his lips as they part from the kiss. They are connected, she is sure of that, even if she doesn't understand how.
She keeps stroking as he comes, remembering what he did for her. She looks, well, she looks SMUG if we're being honest. And vastly pleased with herself.
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He presses his lips to her forehead, settling comfortably back in the chair. Her heartbeat runs through him, via his feet resting on the dirt floor below them, her hand and fingers intertwined with his (once he is finished, he moves them to rest against his thigh), her chest pressed against his own.
Once he can think clearly enough to breathe and attempt to form a thought, he exhales.
"Pretty sure that was more than what I gave you," he admits. "But I will make it up to you, in a bit."
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Now that they are recovering, her hand runs gently over skin that has suffered under the sun. "You look like I feel after I've spent too long arguing with my brother while he soaks in molten lava and sulks."
"I have something that will help your skin, if I rub it on you. Would you let me do that?"
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Night creatures do not typically spend hours wandering the desert to the point of becoming char-broiled. He shifts beneath her, adjusting his stance, while keeping his arms wrapped loosely around her body which still straddles his.
"And I would suggest...your bed, perhaps? While this is a fine chair...we might be better served to lounge."
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She kisses him gently on the forehead. "My poor owl, the sun is even crueler to you than it is to the rest of us in the Dry season."
She gently removes herself from his lap, kilt settling back down over her legs. "I think you will have no trouble finding your way to my bed," she teases. It IS a single room with only one bed.
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"Finding it is not a problem," he 'assures' her, teasing right back. He stands, stretching (a glorious stretch that feels good in so many places through his body) his arms out above his head. "But I am no beast that would simply assume I was allowed."
But since she has seemingly already given him 'permission'...he moves to it, and flops down casually as gracefully as a sunburnt, winged creature such as himself can manage to do so.
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"I should be with you shortly, unless I've forgotten where I put it."
She hasn't, but it is at the bottom of a very deep chest, and she has to really BEND down to reach it. She has a very fine ass, does his dragon.
She stands back up with two pottery jars and struts over to her bed triumphantly. "Thought I'd packed some safely away. What parts of your skin are most uncomfortable?" she asks as she opens one of the jars.
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...he is not listening. At all.
It is the scent of whatever is contained in one of those jars hitting his nostrils is what snaps him back into the 'present', and he looks up from her body to her face, meeting her eyes, his own dark with want.
And muddled with a little confusion.
"...what was that?"
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"Where does your skin hurt the worst, Skellig," she asks, gentle. "I would like to prevent you from hurting, from the sun."
"And you will need time to recover before you have me, I think?" Her tone becomes slightly uncertain toward the end, unsure about how much of what little she 'knows' is actually accurate.
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"You...are a vision, Kreyu." He reaches for her hand, moving his body to one side of the mattress so that she can sit alongside him. "If I did not know better by this point, I would say you were merely a mirage, brought on by the sun, an image painted by my brain to bring me great pleasure in my final moments."
Which, technically...this could all be a hallucination in his death throes, but he highly doubts it.
"And...yes, I will need to recover, but...you...you are quite inspiring, to the body and mind."
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She starts applying the balm to the top of his shoulders. "And my being.. inspiring would explain a few things."
"The first time I took this shape of my soul, I was in a forest. I could hear the sound of men on horses and a great many hounds hunting, and I was curious. I knew they would fear me in dragon shape, so I reached within myself for something softer, gentler." She manifests her wings again, careful not to bump him with them.
She laughs softly as she continues to apply the balm to his chest. "I was not used to these legs, these wings, so I stumbled out of the brush in front of them like a fawn learning how to walk, quite naked. There was a large branch overhanging the deer trail there, low for a man on horseback. The man who led the hunt...did not duck the branch. He was knocked off of his horse and into the pond."
Kreyu coughs. "When I asked my brother how he had missed seeing such a thing, he would not stop laughing."
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"I would not blame him! If I had seen such a sight while aloft, I likely would have flown straight-on and smacked right into a tree as well. And not because of your wings!"
They would have had something to do with it, sure. But not entirely.
"A beautiful naked woman falling from the brush, into their path in the midst of a forest hunt? They would have likely thought it was the work of the Fae, or others."
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"In many places they would have been right to believe it the work of the Fae, or that I was meant to be bait to lure them in for some other creature to feast on their flesh."
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He extends one of his arms to her, so she can work more of the balm into the skin of his upper arms where there is also sunburn radiating heat.
"Although perhaps...if you were acting as bait, it would be your flesh I would..." A wicked smirk crosses his face, uninhibited. "Feast upon."
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She catches his wicked smirk, but doesn't get what he's implying. "How would you do that?" she asks, slightly confused.
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A flush raises through his cheeks and chest.
"Ah..." He clears his throat, having to consider just how he is going to explain this to her. "I would seek to bring you to release as I did before...but rather than with my hands..." His fingertips twitch slightly as she hits a spot on his bicep. "I would use my mouth and tongue."
Feast upon.
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She starts working on other sunburned places with careful hands. "Would it work, if I feasted upon you?" she asks, curious. "I could not fit all of you in my mouth at once, not in this shape, but I did not have my hand on all of you at once either."
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