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 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."

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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."

[27_53]

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?"

[brave_kreyu]

"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.

[27_53]

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.

[brave_kreyu]

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

[27_53]

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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.

[27_53]

"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.)

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[27_53]

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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.

[27_53]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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."

[27_53]

"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.)

[brave_kreyu]

"I do trust you, so much." Not entirely rational, perhaps, but she does.

She is pleased to be captured, returning his kiss with enthusiasm, shifting her body against his to feel the brush of his skin against hers. She cups the back of his head with one hand and his ass with the other as they kiss, keeping him close.

Hah, as if he would try to get away!

[27_53]

Pleased that she is taking some form of control, he bucks his hips gently against hers when she grabs his ass, ensuring that she is 'reminded' of the ultimate endgame of their wrestling in this bed.

(He would not have her simply believe that it is acceptable, normal for a woman to allow a man to pleasure himself without her consent, without her will to be known. So many men will try - and succeed - to take advantage. He has seen evidence, where he has been called before. So he will do his best to teach her, in this moment.)

"Like it when you touch me like that."

He's not going anywhere.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu DOES know better than that, the local midwife made sure of it within an hour of her first arriving in the village.

She laughs when he bucks his hips against hers. "Like this?" she asks, shifting her hand on his ass. "Or this?" Her hand shifts from the back of his head to his shoulder blades, brushes through the feathers there.

[27_53]

"Both," he growls under his breath, showing his appreciation by rolling them - carefully, mindful of her wings - to shift so he is on top of her.

(He's never laid with another partner with wings before that his mind can remember, but somehow he just knows how to move them - his hands, his wings, her body, her wings - as to minimize any discomfort.)

"Your hands hold power," he adds, a groan escaping his throat as she winds her fingers into his feathers. "More than you may realize."

[brave_kreyu]

"Do they?" she purrs. "Why don't you tell me about the power in my hands, hm?" Her grin is wicked.

One hand caresses his ass and his lower back. Her other hand stays wound into his feathers, searching for places that will drive him wild under her touch. (She doesn't know how she KNOWS they exist, but she does.)

[27_53]

"When you touch my shoulder -- right there -- you send sparks straight down my spine." He lifts his weight onto one elbow, to better angle his groin to grind against her hip beneath him. "Straight down my spine."

She touches the spot again, and he groans encouragingly into her throat, kissing at her skin. "Sends a jolt straight to my cock, makes me want to take you...ravish you for hours. While you touch me...everywhere...with those hands."

It is mostly a tantalizing tease in his voice, but there is an undercurrent of promise, a hint of a 'threat'. And he also laughs.

"Then your neighbors will have no doubt as to what you are up to with your demon."

[brave_kreyu]

"I like that idea," she tells him. "Something to aim for once I've gotten some more experience with you," her tone is tantalizing tease too, although tinged with curiosity. "Learn the basics before I start pushing your limits."

She moans softly as he grinds against her hip. "If I kept touching you right here," she teases that spot on his wings, "would you come for me, Skellig? Make that lovely cry of yours and terrify my superstitious neighbors?"