brave_kreyu | OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness?

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."

"Oh, Skellig. I'm so sorry that you've had to hide yourself," her voice has tears in it. She hugs him tightly.

"You deserved more from them, better," she declares. "As you said I deserved better treatment from a man than being mounted like a cow."

That reply coaxes a legitimate laugh from him, though he cannot hide the tinge of bitterness and disgust as that comment of hers from earlier returns to his mind.

"You are far more deserving of better treatment than being bred like livestock," he assures her. "And you are right - I deserved better also."

Skellig relaxes into her grip, grateful. Safe. He yawns softly.

"Speaking of your treatment...I would lay with you, after we rest?"

"I would like that," she replies, flushing slightly. "Best to rest during the heat of the day anyway, during the Dry season."

She could fall asleep easily, curled up with him like this, and she does.

When Skellig wakes again, the sun is setting, the heat less oppressive. Kreyu is asleep still, curled up with him.

He wakes silently, but somewhat suddenly - his only movement the blinking of his eyes as he adjusts to the lower light in the room, the small fire having only the hint of embers remaining. He can sense that she is still asleep in his arms, so he does not move his body, merely shifts his head to allow both ears to listen closely to what he can hear beyond this space.

voices, somewhat indistinguishable at first. footsteps on dirt and sand. somewhere, a person fetches water from the river, pouring it into a wooden bucket. animals moving from their pens. a child laughing. a stronger voice, yet still hushed, muttering about the violent attack on the raiders, the work of the witch and the demon she summoned to run them off - though some were killed, their bodies left for the scavengers. an infant cries, soothed by a woman. mother? sister? he isn't sure. another chitter of conversation, again about the witch and her demons, laying together in some form of 'ritual sacrifice'...

It is that last part that causes him to huff a laugh quietly, amused.

His laugh brings her up out of sleep, blinking in the dim light. "Something amusing?" she asks, kissing him on the cheek.

"I have been awake a short time, allowing myself to listen..." Barely moving his hand, he motions at his ear, tipping his head before he drifts his fingertips vaguely in the direction of the main part of the village.

"Your neighbors seem to think that I am a demon you have summoned to aid in protecting the village from the bandits...and now that some of them have been killed, we have been performing..." a smirk pulls at his lips. "Dark rituals."

Kreyu is surprised. "You have very sharp ears, to hear that."

She does laugh at the description. "A demon, really?" She rolls her eyes.

Then, she grins. "I have read that sex can be used in magic, though I've no experience with it myself. Rituals for fertility, that sort of thing."

"Though those all involve a man laying with a woman." He DID mention wanting to lay with her, before their nap.

"Magic and sex can most definitely be intertwined with rituals," Skellig says easily. "And it does not have to include just a man and a woman..."

He trails off, not sure if he wants to go down that topic of discussion with her, in this moment when she is pressed against him in such a perfect manner, their bodies a puzzle with two pieces.

"I have been called a demon before...and worse things. I find it more amusing than disparaging. I have learned to pay them no mind, those who do not See." He takes her hand in his, lifting it to his mouth to kiss at her palm. "Though I would hate to disappoint those who would seek to spread such rumors tonight by the fireside."

"Would make sense, there was a great deal of energy in the air between us, earlier."

She shivers when he kisses her palm. "So would I." She flushes. "You need not worry about getting me with child, when you lay with me." She does not want him to worry about that! "And if what the gossips say is true, that a woman hurts, bleeds, when she first lays with a man, I care not." Her expression is determined.

"They likely speak the truth," Skellig admits, his expression softer. He is obviously not a woman, and not experienced it himself, but there have been other sources he has gathered information from. "But I will not just 'take you' as another man might, with no regard for your comfort."

He allows his mouth to wander her fingertips, trailing over her wrist, her forearm, kisses tracing invisible lines over her skin.

"And I...I do not believe my kind is capable of fathering offspring," he adds. "Or at least, I am not. It has not been a concern before, when I have laid with another."

(Granted, many of those encounters were one-night stands. But he would be able to sense a child of his, if one had been born. Part of him just knows this, though he isn't certain of how he knows.)

Kreyu smiles. "The midwife told me that the problem for young women is that they lay with young men. And young men are...hasty and don't know what they are doing with their cocks or anything else."

She shivers in pleasure as his mouth wanders, the fire of her desire starting to burn already.

"Then we have nothing to worry about, except pleasing one another."

"Hasty...is not a word that has often been used to describe me."

One would say that Skellig is much more aligned to the sloth vs. the cheetah - content to lounge about and allow things to come to him, happen to him, rather than seek out doing them himself - but this comes born in part from living with constant pain, sometimes near-debilitating. That is not a concern, in this space, but he still quite enjoys taking his time.

It also means he pays more attention to the finer details, and one cannot do that if they are rushing.

"Your midwife is wise, to caution you against inexperience." He shifts his mouth from her arm to move to kiss her on the mouth. "She will be glad to know you have chosen otherwise for your first, I would think."

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"No, I wouldn't think so," she shivers, eyes dark with want and remembered pleasure.

"Very glad," she whispers against his mouth. She kisses him, teases his lips with her tongue. She's far more confident now than she was the first time they kissed.

He is discovering that she is a quick study when it comes to certain subjects - and he is certainly appreciative of it, evident of the pleased sound he 'replies' with as she displays her newfound confidence in her kiss.

"I have no real preference of how I would lay with you," he murmurs after another few moments of kissing. "I assume you have heard from the gossips that most men choose to assert their 'dominance' with their women beneath them."

Which would make more sense, for her first time, to lay back and just let her enjoy. But he wants her to feel comfortable.

"But if you would rather keep control...we could also manage that."

"I do not feel I need to keep control, with you," she tells him. "And being on top of me would not be asserting dominance, not from you."

She kisses him gently. "I trust you to lead, Skellig, trust your experience in this. I would like to lay with you however you think I would most enjoy it."

"Oh, I definitely intend on making certain you enjoy it, regardless..."

He shifts his body against hers, then captures her mouth in another kiss. "You can trust me on that."

And on so many other things. (So many other things. Things he cannot even know, in this time, this space, this desert.)

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