brave_kreyu | OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness?

Kreyu would be up for all of those, when he's ready.

"Intense in a good way or a bad way?" she asks as she strokes his hair. Just a little concern has crept into her voice.

The concern is noted, and he presses his lips to her shoulder, lazily.

"Of all the partners I have laid with, none have carried as much Light in their energy as you...it is not anything I cannot handle, it is just...intense." He closes his eyes, inhaling the scent of her - of them - from her skin. "It is very...very pleasurable. Good way."

He is trying to be as reassuring as possible.

She relaxes. "I'm glad it was intense in a good way, and that I could give you something new."

"I don't know how many of my kind....desire, the way I do. Dragons do not mate, create offspring. We are made by the world itself, bodies shaped of the elements kindled by karma. Neither of my brothers have ever felt sexual desire before and they are far, far older than I am."

"I do not know how I came to be," Skellig replies. There is a faint hint of something in his voice - not quite sadness or longing, but more a touch of loss. "I have met only a few others who were...similar, but not the same as I. I do not know if I have any siblings or if there are any more like me."

He shrugs lightly.

"But my desires and needs most closely match those of humans. I require similar to what they do for survival." Food, water, shelter. "I desire the pleasures they seem to enjoy." Sex, liquor, drugs, entertainment. "It is just...who I am."

"Perhaps you will find out, one day," she holds him close. "But whether you do or not, I will be here for you, if I can."

"It will take a while for me to....come back, if I die. But...." She shrugs helplessly.

Skellig mentally scribbles reincarnation on a running list that is buried somewhere deep within the recesses in his brain. Perhaps that is what he is going through now? A wandering in the desert, a journey through the land of the Dead?

"I am simply called to go where I am needed."

He sighs, and presses his lips again to her shoulder. It is obvious that he is lost in thoughts that are not related to their current...situation.

His voice lower: "I just cannot understand why you are so familiar, and yet, within my mind there is...nothing."

"Called? Is it, is it like a feeling, deep inside, that you need to be somewhere, a tugging?"

"That is what it feels like, when we reincarnate. A call, in the soul, to find our Brood, our hoard. My soul, my karma is entangled with those of my broodmates. Perhaps, perhaps you are tangled up with me, like that?"

"It is a possibility." Skellig considers her words, tilting his head slightly as he thinks (and listens, for echoes that refuse to bounce back to him). He lightly clicks his tongue against his teeth.

"I...I do not have a hoard." At least he does not think he has a hoard. He isn't quite sure of that entirely.

"Maybe, maybe that is why you don't remember?" she offers. "For a dragon, our memories cling to our hoards. We don't get them back when we reincarnate until we soak the memories up again from our hoard."

She sighs. "This might not be a frustration I can help you with."

She smiles slightly. "Might be able to help you with something else, though." He IS still hard, after all.

He shakes off whatever thoughts had decided to creep into his mind (if asked, he would blame the overload of energy to his senses that allowed his brain to wander into places it normally doesn't) and nods, expression briefly flashing apologetic before he smiles.

"I have no doubt of that," he says, shifting his body slightly against hers to 'refocus' his attentions back to the present, back to her, the friction between their skin enough to brush away whatever lingering negativity remains.

"Should we exchange positions, have you lay back as much as you can?"

Skellig contemplates very briefly all the different locations around the room that she could take him in, but the bed is the most logical (and comfortable) so it wins out.

Nodding, he shifts his wing to uncover their bodies.

"You are a keen observer," he comments, as they negotiate their 'rearrangement' to allow him to settle back near the headboard, his wings flared slightly to either side, bodyweight resting on his back and elbows, a pillow tucked behind him. "And a quick study."

He was already hard, already wanting her to touch him, take control - but the sight of her positioned between his knees is enough to make his eyes darken with lust.

She leans forward from between his knees to whisper in his ear. "Do you want to guide me, or would you rather I devour you as I please?" she asks, her voice low and sultry and her eyes dark with desire.

Her knees brush against the inside of his thighs as she leans forward, the friction of skin against skin a slight tease.

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Oh.

His eyes struggle to stay open as she leans in close, whispers those words in that manner into his ear. His heartrate quickens, and a wave of you've been caught washes over him - but there is no fear attached to it.

"I..." He exhales, breath catching. "You can...do as you please. I will...guide you if it is needed."

Once she's been given permission, she kisses her way down his neck from his ear to the hollow of his throat, then to his collarbones.

She remembers that he liked her hands there, how about her mouth? Kissing, licking, scraping against them ever so slightly with her teeth? His eyes may be closed, but she tries to glance up at him anyway.

His eyes are only closed briefly, until she hits his collarbones and then he forces them open, blinking to clear his vision - he wants to see her, and see what she is doing to him, not just feel it.

She is a vision of beauty and power, and watching her touch him in such a way is nearly enough to send him right off the edge by itself. But he manages to settle, nodding appreciatively as she grazes him with her teeth.

"That...that is good. Very good."

She makes a pleased rumbling noise against his skin, unfurls her wings for balance, and lifts a hand to stroke lower on his chest, tease his nipples as she works over his collarbones some more.

When she feels she's pleased him enough there, her mouth moves down to his other nipple, flicking it with her tongue, testing. Unconsciously, her wings mantle over him. MINE.

She meets his gaze as she takes the nipple in her mouth, slow, and sucks gently. Her hand teases his other nipple, circles it slowly with her thumb.

Kreyu manages to get him to do something he will never admit (not that he feels any shame when it comes to his bedroom habits) to ever doing with another partner:

He begs.

Whines, desperately, his hips rising to press closer to her. Fisting his hands into the blanket beneath them, he forces his lungs to expand in his chest.

"More--.

He has to break her gaze, has to look away, focusing his vision to the ceiling - but it doesn't matter because he doesn't need to see her with his eyes to feel what she is doing to his body, how her mouth and hands are moving on him.

"Please. Please, more."

She stops, makes a soothing sound, as her hand trails down his stomach. "I'll give you everything, Skellig. Everything you want."

"Would you let me taste you when you come, take every drop of your release? I'd like that."

She shifts her body down to where he so desperately wants her and she licks his cock in one long stripe from base to tip. She allows herself a moment of smugness before she grasps the base of his cock with one hand and takes the head of his cock in her mouth.

Her hand strokes and her tongue teases and she watches, to see how he will react.

"You can do whatever you want to me," he mutters breathlessly - sounding slightly delirious with pleasure - as he blinks hard, working to clear the spots from his vision. "Whatever...whatever you want with me. Please."

When she takes him into her mouth, he groans loudly at the ceiling.

That is an echo he can hear, something he can focus on. It helps to solidify his grip on this space, tighten his grasp on what he's feeling, his reactions to her touch.

"Slow...slow..." he pants, still desperate. "Slow. Want this...want this to last."

His words, his tone, his desperation, make heat coil in her gut.

She heeds his desires, goes slow. Slow strokes, slow licks, almost lazy.

She's enjoying this very much, seeing her explorations give him such pleasure.

With her wings mantled over him as they are, he does not feel trapped; he feels safe, secure in this place, with her doing these things to him. Safe, even as he feels the threat of being driven towards madness by her overwhelming power and energy tugging at the edge of his mind and soul.

(He doesn't even care. He knows he should care, but he doesn't.)

He reaches a hand from the tangle of blankets to thread his fingertips into her hair, grip loose, simply seeking to deepen their connection as she pleasures him. Her Karma under his fingers, her heartbeat rhythm flowing through his own veins.

Perhaps something in her understands that he could be driven to madness, instinct or some echo from elsewhere or else-when, because the energy and the power shift slightly when he grasps her hair. The tug is different, transmuting as the energy and power flow back into her, a bobbing up and down on the currents of her power and her energy, rather than something that could do him harm.

He rises and falls in the currents of HER as she strokes him, licks his cock, moving but anchored securely in place. (Safety. He's hers and she won't let him be lost.)

She bobs her head, takes more of him in her mouth, then pulls back again, slow and steady.

Whatever it is that eases the current of Karma flowing between then, Skellig is grateful for it (though he doesn't realize it at the time) and his body relaxes under her touch, tension that he hadn't even realized had grown in his muscles fading as she works her mouth over him.

One by one, his senses return, and he groans happily as his vision clears, blinking rapidly as the haze fades from his vision and his mind. Now he is simply feeling punch-drunk once again, and that he can manage, and he shifts his gaze to watch her.

"If this...if this is death, I welcome it. Is not, I know it...it isn't but...Gods...you..."

Another moan overtakes him and he presses his hips upwards, so very close to finding his release.

She takes as much of him into her mouth as she can and sucks, gently but firmly. She wraps both hands around the rest of his cock, strokes him just the way he showed her.

She wants him to come, wants to have every last bit of his release, his pleasure.

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