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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[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu chuckles softly. "I did not think I was THAT distracting," she tells him.

"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.

[27_53]

Skellig works his throat, trying to remember how to speak - then points at his chest, the tops of his shoulders, where the burn from the sun's rays is evidently the worst.

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

She sits next to him on the bed, flushed at his praise. "You flatter me, but I find I quite like flattery coming from you."

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."

[27_53]

Skellig also laughs.

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"Then I would have had to rescue you, dear Skellig, tend your wounds." She's almost done with his chest. "Would you have let me approach you in such a place, beneath the moon?"

"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."

[27_53]

"Seeing your wings, I might have. Cautiously, of course."

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."

[brave_kreyu]

She works on the proffered arm. Whatever is in the balm, it works REALLY well.

She catches his wicked smirk, but doesn't get what he's implying. "How would you do that?" she asks, slightly confused.

[27_53]

His smirk drops slightly, and he quickly cocks his head to the side, studying her expression (she's joking, right?) and using his senses to ascertain that no, she truly has no idea what...

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.

[brave_kreyu]

"Oh!," she replies, flushing. "I, I would like for you to feast upon me, then, sometime when you are feeling up to it."

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."

[27_53]

"It would work," Skellig reassures her, nodding lightly. "I...it would work."

His flush deepens as her careful hands work over his forearm, as the image of her mouth and hands moving over his cock filters through his brain, and he has to cough to clear his throat, settle his...feelings.

"I would gladly, once we finish with the balm," he adds. "I...will have recovered, sufficiently."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu beams. "Then I should like to try it on you, after you have devoured me. But only if it would not strain you, you have put your body through a great deal today."

Most of Skellig got burned today, so she has lots of ground to cover with balm.

[27_53]

"Today has been...tiresome," he agrees. "But with the Light that is within this space, my body has found it a fair deal easier to recover. It has taken less time to replenish my stores than it typically does."

Her joyful spirit and the eagerness in her soul are also helping, in an infectious sort of manner. So are her hands, working over his reddened skin, soothing the dry patches and scrapes, scuffs from the fight.

[brave_kreyu]

"There are ways to work on a space, make it a kind of magnet for power," she explains as she rubs and soothes his skin. "I should teach you, so you could make a place like this of your own, if you wanted."

"I don't know if it would work if you managed to find your way home, but knowledge is never wasted." She doesn't want to think about him leaving, but she has no right to try and 'trap' him here.

"Almost finished, except for your back. Your clothing protected you a bit, especially below the waist."

[27_53]

Skellig sits up slightly and then turns to shift on the bed, tucking his wings firmly to his back to allow her better access to the tops of his shoulders and the back of his neck.

"That could be useful," he admits, nodding. "I typically have to seek out places where there is joy, hope. Or create it myself, which can be...difficult, at most times, doing what it is that I do." Healing is difficult, and wearing on a soul. "I have few friends who...help."

(The haze in his brain is still clouded, and refuses to part, to reveal 'home' to him. Perhaps this is where he is now stuck in place. He is not sure.)

[brave_kreyu]

"Then I shall show you in the morning," she declares. "The empty house across the way would work for that. And a ward to keep out snakes and scorpions."

She coughs slightly. "If you want a place of your own, I can help you get set up there too. Or you could stay with me." She works on applying balm to the last places. "There would be gossip, of course. Well, more gossip. For some of them, merely bringing you into my home would have left them convinced you were mounting me like a bull does a cow.

[27_53]

"Mount you as a bull does a cow..." he utters, voice low. While she cannot see the expression that crosses his features, she will likely be able to sense the disgust and disbelief (similar to that he had when she told him what the village youths said about becoming impotent after laying with a 'witch') in his tone. "...I would not."

Skellig huffs, indignant.

"Let them think what they would like, but you are far more deserving than that sort of treatment from a man. Like a bull..."

Yep, still disgusted.

[brave_kreyu]

She kisses the back of his neck, softly. "Perhaps you could show me what kind of treatment I deserve, hm?"

"Let them hear from my cries just how well you are treating me?" And even saying those words makes her flush so very red, imagining what he might do with her to PROVOKE that kind of noise.

[27_53]

Skellig considers this, tipping his head slightly and listening beyond the walls of the dwelling they currently inhabit. There is very little noise pollution here, and compared to the constant sounds of a bustling city, it is practically silent to his ears, minimal feedback reaching his senses.

"Your voice...would carry quite easily past the wall," he comments. Innocently.

[brave_kreyu]

"Would be most unfortunate for my neighbors ears if I were inclined to make a great deal of noise for some reason," she comments, tone innocent but eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You wouldn't know anything about what might prompt me to be that noisy, would you?"

[27_53]

"Wouldn't know a thing." Skellig replies quickly, all-too-easily. And not at all truthful.

Since she is finished with the balm, he shifts his body, turning back to face her on the bed. His hands fall to her thighs, to the bottom edges of that kilt, while leaning in to press his lips lightly against hers.

But he does not kiss her. Instead, he whispers.

"Skin feels much better...I thank you."

[brave_kreyu]

"You are most welcome," she whispers back. She eyes the bed speculatively. "Is there enough room for me to keep my wings?" The bed isn't large. They both fit on it, but the space isn't exactly generous.

[27_53]

"That is up to you. I have...learned how to get creative, myself, though I have never laid with another with wings such as ours."

Posture is...tricky.

He kisses her, as he considers the logistics on a bed of this size. He would like her to keep them. With a hand, he reaches up and trails his fingertips along the leading edge of one of her wings, letting her feathers glide under his touch.

"We will find ways."

[brave_kreyu]

She shivers as his fingertips trail along the leading edge of her wing. "I'll keep them, then."

"How would you like to begin devouring me?" she asks, voice low, tinged with want.

[27_53]

"I would have you lay back as much as you can..." Skellig shifts his body on the bed, negotiating carefully in tandem with her movements to adjust their position comfortably. Settled between her legs, he comes to rest on his knees. "And allow me to give your form the attention it warrants."

He presses his lips to the hollow of her throat.

"I quite enjoy it when a partner takes hold of my hair," he adds. "Guides me where they wish for my mouth to wander."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu lays back as much as she can, lets his eyes feast upon her form.

She threads her fingers into his hair, careful, then tugs ever so slightly to the left. "Like this?" she asks.