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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[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.)

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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."

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"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?"

[27_53]

"If you kept at it...I'm sure you could get me to come for you, cry for you...no matter where you touch me."

Something else to aim for, for the future.

She will notice the way he involuntarily shudders every time she curls her fingers just so into that spot under his feathers - his wings attempting to shift, flare, resettle themselves.

Cupping one of her breasts in his hand, he allows his fingertips to tease her nipple, twisting gently while at the same time, sucking at her throat with his mouth.

"Terrify your neighbors."

[brave_kreyu]

She moans as he teases her breasts, sucks at her throat. And she can't help curling her fingers just so into that spot under his feathers, just a little more. "Something to try tomorrow, perhaps," she gasps.

"I want you to come inside of me tonight," she tells him, voice low, rough. "Can't have you spending yourself quite yet." There's a bit of teasing in the tone, but HEAT too, want.

Her other hand leaves his back, moves to his other wing to tease a less wired spot.

[27_53]

Something in her words causes part of his brain to slip, his control wavering as the heat of desire rises in his blood, surging into his chest and sinking into his stomach.

"First have to make certain that you've been satisfied properly."

That is more of a threat, less of a tease. So is the kiss that follows as he presses his mouth to hers again, grinding his body against hers, pinning her lightly to the mattress beneath under his weight.

[brave_kreyu]

"I look forward to it," she tells him, eyes dark with want.

She laughs with delight into his mouth as he kisses her, grinds his body against her, pins her to the mattress. She's not afraid at all, not of this, not of him.

She wraps one arm around his waist and the other around his neck as she slips her tongue between his lips, teases his mouth.

[27_53]

There is something deeply personal about a kiss, to Skellig.

Perhaps it is the closeness. Perhaps it is the willingness to let go of control of what it takes to stay alive (breathing, oxygen, with his mouth pressed hard against hers) in exchange for finding pleasure. Perhaps it is the fact that he can hear every tiny sound she makes when they kiss, when he touches her, when he moves his body against hers. Perhaps it is the fact that if he chose to open his eyes, hers would be right there, windows to her soul. Her soul which wants him, in this moment.

She can touch him all she wants, bring him to his release with her hands, stroke his feathers or his cock and drive him wild. But when she kisses him...

It is different.

Perhaps she will be able to tell.

He allows his hands to roam her body as much as he can as she kisses him, as he kisses her. Not hesitating to use his wings for balance, to allow his weight to to rest against her - she is stronger than she looks, after all.

[brave_kreyu]

She can tell, yes, even if she doesn't know precisely what's going through his head. She kisses him like she wants him, yes, but it's more than that. She kisses him like she LOVES him, because she does. (It makes no logical sense, and she couldn't name the feeling in her soul right now if she tried, but that doesn't make the love FALSE.)

Her hands wander over his body, trying to give him the power in her hands everywhere she can reach. She's stronger than she looks, could take his weight and more if needed.

[27_53]

His wings flare over his shoulders, protectively, possessively, when he feels the shift in her kiss, in her mood. He doesn't quite understand it at the time when it happens, and he certainly doesn't know why, but none of that matters in this place, this fraction of a second in whatever time and universe he's fallen into.

(He wants her, and he only breaks their kiss when it's clear that either one of them needs to breathe.)

He gives her more of his touch - sliding one of his hands between their bodies to seek out the arousal between her legs, fingers grazing over her clit to bring her greater pleasure. He gives her more of his weight to bear, his hips pressing eagerly towards his hand, towards her.

His motions are almost automatic (but not impersonal), muscle memory (how can it be a memory, when he has never been with her before) taking over. This just feels so right, so familiar.