brave_kreyu | OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness?

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.

His movements, his responses to her touch become more erratic, his groans become more wanting, his mind desperately seeking to hold out for every last moment possible. It is a losing battle, and he knows it.

Not wanting to hurt her, but needing contact, he pulls his hand from her hair and wraps his fingers around her shoulder instead.

kreyu
my dragon

It is only another brief flurry of heartbeats before his control falters, and he cries out - and although it is not quite as loud or as similar as the shriek of a barn owl, there are definitely aspects of the sound that are Not Human - as he comes undone beneath her, the white-hot fire of pleasure overtaking his entire body, mind, and soul.

Kreyu is not bothered by the Not Human aspects of his cry, she's only pleased that she's made him come undone, given him his release.

She keeps working him until he's completely spent, swallowing his release down without choking. Then she crawls back up his body, presses her face into his neck. She tucks her wings over them both like a blanket to keep him comfortable while he recovers.

Her Skellig.

Recovery is going to take him a moment, after that intense of an orgasm. His breath is ragged in his chest even once she has crawled her way back up his body, and he finds himself blinking away tears from his vision, wetness rimming his eyes.

His entire body is shaking, but her bodyweight against him, her wings tucked over their bodies tangled together, it helps to slow the tremors after a few moments. Once he can move his hands without them trembling, wipes at his eyes before moving his hand to stroke his fingers over her hair.

And because he knows she will feel it in his energy, he speaks.

"M'alright."

(He is not sad, by any means - simply overwhelmed with the ability to Feel, to touch things within himself that he hasn't had access to in longer than he can remember.)

"More than alright."

Kreyu is visibly relieved when he says that he is alright. "I was afraid that I had hurt you, that I was...too much."

"Do you want to tell me about what you're feeling? You don't have to," she adds. "But I would like to know, if you are willing to tell me."

"No, you have not hurt me...far from it." He reaches up and scrubs a his hand over his face, rubbing at his eyes again. "I just have not felt such a strong connection before, when I have been involved with another partner. That was..."

Part of his mind pulls but it is met with only haze and darkness, that tendril of familiarity that he cannot seem to grasp, no matter how hard he tries.

"I have always had to hide my true self. To be free..."

He swallows hard, clears his throat. Moves his hand back to stroke again at her hair, settling his body in as close to hers as he can get.

"Accepted. Acceptance," he corrects himself. "I have not known that feeling in...a very long time. I think my mind has just...forgotten how to react."

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