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]

A greater sense of relief hits him once they are back inside her space, with the echoes in his head ones that are already familiar even after only a little more than a day.

"I will let you do that."

One of his shoulders is itching, from the sunburn, and he idly scratches at his skin before wandering towards the bed - arranging himself 'gracefully' atop the blankets, watching her. He figures it would be best, if he stays out of her way.

Also, the heat (and having to use his mind so much) has made lounging a true front-runner in this race.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu spins delicate threads of Karma to disguise the sights and sounds within this house, a process of several minutes.

Then, she smiles, lets her wings manifest. "You can take your amulet off, if you like."

She grabs more of the balm for sunburn, having a feeling he will need it. She moves toward the bed, her hips swaying. "Would you let me put balm on your burns again?"

She's pretty sure what his answer is going to be, but asking is important.

[27_53]

Skellig reaches up and lifts the cord from around his neck - shaking his wings out in the process and allowing them to stretch before he resettles. His eyes are on her hips as she walks towards him, before they rise to focus on her face.

"I would, if you felt like adding more. My skin would benefit, I think."

He is showing signs of being 'pink' again, through the efforts he's making to tan.

[brave_kreyu]

"You are right, I think," she frowns faintly in concern. "Your skin does not care for the sun at all."

"Which places are bothering you the most right now?" She'll start with those, then work on any other place that looks like it needs the help. Gentle, loving, hands bringing relief to so much of his body.

When she's finally done, she'll climb into bed with him, lean in for a kiss.

[27_53]

"Tops of my shoulders - and no, it does not. But it will adapt, in time."

He always does.

Once she has finished, and crawled into bed beside him, he happily wraps an arm around her and returns the kiss.

"I thank you for the care you've shown me."

[brave_kreyu]

"You are most welcome," she tells him.

She kisses him again, gentle. She could quite happily lay here in his arms for HOURS kissing him.

[27_53]

Laying here in the warmth, hiding from the blazing rays of the sun, kissing her for hours, perhaps even a nap at some point...all of this sounds like bliss, to his mind.

And so that is exactly what they do.

Sometimes she leads the kisses. Sometimes he does. Some time is spent simply co-existing in the space, letting his body relax and his ears to re-calibrate to the sounds of this world. At one point, he falls asleep (he's pretty certain she drifts off also) tracing patterns on her skin.

He cannot remember a time...

Later, much later, once the heat of the day has passed, he stirs awake from his haze and presses his lips to her neck.

"Cannot remember ever feeling so safe, before this space," he whispers quietly - it is an odd thing for him to say, given that he still really doesn't know where he is or how he got here, but perhaps that is all part of it, wherever he has been called this time.

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm glad that you feel safe, here," she whispers back, having woken only just before him. "It feels good, being here with you. Right."

[27_53]

It is his turn to sprawl on her a bit, using her body as the 'pillow' in this moment.

"I will continue to work, on the space across the road," he promises - it would be unfair to her efforts to let her lessons go to waste, and he is truly eager to see if he can manage to build himself a place to recharge, allow his Light to linger. "But I think I would much prefer to be in this space beside you."

[brave_kreyu]

She's warm under him, the curves of her body familiar after all of his explorations, softer in some places and firmer in others. "I am curious to see if it will work. I hope it will."

She laughs softly. "I am selfishly glad that you feel that way." She gently brushes some of his hair out of his face with her fingers.

[27_53]

"I am curious as well."

Skellig sighs happily when she brushes her fingers through his hair.

"My heart is glad at that," he says, honestly. He is well-versed in the opposite - rejection, being cast out, wandering - so this is a pleasant change, and one he finds he enjoys very much. "I thank the fates who brought me upon the road, and also for allowing you to find me wandering along it."

Even if he is now sporting a hell of a sunburn to 'pay' for it.

He settles one hand on the curve of her hip. He has vague recollection of what she was up to earlier with the 'wards', but he figures he should ask to be certain.

"...have you ensured that your neighbors would not be disturbed, tonight?"

[brave_kreyu]

"I have," Kreyu replies. "They shouldn't hear a thing, no matter how loud it gets." She doesn't want to PRESUME, but his hand on her hip and his question does suggest a certain direction his thoughts might be heading in.

[27_53]

Skellig would not mind if she presumed - or encouraged this direction of thought and action.

"We would not have to get loud to find pleasure," he admits. "Sometimes, the act of discretion can also be quite...enjoyable."

She can take that however she would like.

"But since you have taken such care to lend them an evening of peace...I would seek to lay with you again." A pause, and he smirks. "See if I can do better than 'very good'."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu flushes. "I would like that, very much."

[27_53]

"Bringing you pleasure brings me great satisfaction."

And if he can go from 'very good' to 'excellent', then he will be satisfied. For the time being.

"I will try, however...to avoid wandering, this time."

[brave_kreyu]

She shivers, flushes at his words, that bringing her pleasure gives him great satisfaction.

She smiles. "That would be a great relief to my heart." She tilts her head up to kiss him,

[27_53]

"I feel as if after your teachings earlier...I have a better grasp on where I need to stay."

Right here.
With her.

Need.

Her kiss is returned, with a greater intensity than the hundreds they shared earlier throughout the course of the afternoon.

"Where I want to stay."

Want.

[brave_kreyu]

She meets his intensity with her own, needing and wanting him.

She laughs, low, when they break for air. "You seemed to enjoy the taste of me this morning, touched with honey." She hasn't forgotten just how good that felt, little waves of pleasure and want running through her as his mouth worked on her hand.

[27_53]

"I always enjoy your taste," he admits easily, reaching for her hand, pulling it up towards his mouth at her prompting. "Touched with honey was simply adding an extra layer to your...complexity."

He 'resumes' where his mouth left off earlier, though his efforts are far more suggestive than before, and not at all innocent.

(She asked for it.)

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu hadn't particularly thought of the hands as erogenous zones, before this morning. But the lesson Skellig gave her this morning was appreciated, and THIS lesson will be appreciated even more without time pressure or other interruptions.

She moans softly as he sucks, takes a whole finger into his mouth and lavishes it with attention. "You'll spoil me," she tells him, voice low, slightly rough.

[27_53]

"Spoiling you is one of my greatest pleasures."

A wicked smirk pulls as he moves along to the next finger of her hand, then two fingers together at once.

"Your hands are merely the start of where I intend on using my mouth to pleasure you, however." That is a promise, and one she should prepare for.

[brave_kreyu]

"I am a very lucky woman," she replies to his first statement. She absolutely means it, and not just for THIS.

She shivers, her appetite and anticipation plain as day to him. "I look forward to seeing your plans unfold," she gets out, words coming quickly between pleasured sounds as he works on her hand with his mouth.

Her other hand wraps around him, strokes up his spine with a delicate touch.

[27_53]

"Luck has little to do with it. Your soul is stunning and you are more than worthy of such treatment." His tone is caring, basic, and matter-of-fact.

(And he knows that his values and morals are 'different' than many other men, but he could care less. He is who is he is, and he feels how he feels. He has been treated so very poorly before, by strangers and by partners - he would not do that to another.)

He shivers as she trails her fingertips over his spine, wings flaring slightly in response.

[brave_kreyu]

"So are you, love," she replies, warmed by his words, by the truth and caring in them.

His shiver prompts her to trail her fingertips over his spine with greater care,teasing, curious if she can prompt him to fully open his wings with just her touch.

[27_53]

Skellig nearly protests her words, but the way that she says them - says them to him - touches something deep and sharp in the hollow space of his chest, giving him a momentary pause. And he decides, that perhaps she is speaking the truth. He is worthy.

Internal thoughts pushed aside, he raises his weight into his elbows and knees, allowing his wings to flare wider - not fully, but close - as she strokes over his spine.

"So am I." He makes a pleasured sound, then shifts his mouth to work over her wrist and forearm, ducking his head to trail his lips along her bicep - strong muscles beneath the skin.