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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A very slight look of disappointment flashes over his features when she mentions that she is going to give his wings a break.

"That...is probably for the best, for tonight."

He reaches to cover her hands, but doesn't stop her movements, simply allows her to lead with his touch lightly 'following' hers.

"But the rest of me is safe to touch." A smirk. "All the rest of me."

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"Is that so," she teases. "So many options to choose from, how could I possibly pick?" She strokes his collarbones with her hands. "Going to work up an appetite, touching you."

She kisses his chest, lips trailing over his skin.

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"I'm sure you will be able to find something that is sufficient to..." He grunts happily as her lips press against the center of his chest. "To satisfy your hunger."

He is not often the one on his back in a bedroom situation (with the wings) -but in this space he is quite comfortable, especially with how she is sprawled across his body.

Claiming him as part of her 'hoard'.

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She keeps her wings open, for balance, but pulls them in a bit. "I'm sure I will," she teases. "We've both found my devouring you quite enjoyable." Her hands explore his arms, trace his muscles, find the places where he's sensitive to her touch.

Her tongue teases a nipple, the lightest flick of her tongue that she can manage.

A small part of her, still, thinks she has no right to claim him. But dragons are hoarders by nature and she can imagine no finer treasure...

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With her mouth and tongue moving across his chest, he relaxes visibly beneath her touch, allowing his hands to roam over her shoulders and neck wherever he can reach. While she may not feel as if she has any 'right' to claim him, he is more than willing to allow her to take hold of him, make it known that he is 'hers' in this space.

She has him 'pinned', but not in a way that is threatening; he draws one foot up slightly to allow his knee to rub against the outside of her thigh, hips shifting subtly underneath her.

"Might not know where I am..." he sighs, content. "But so long as I'm with you, could care less."

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She likes the feeling of his hands on her, of his knee rubbing against her thigh, his hips shifting under her.

"Easier to see where you are from above," she says, words interrupted by kisses as she moves down his chest. "Can throw a spell on us in the morning to conceal us, take us up high so you can see."

Her hands wander his sides, his stomach, his thighs, caressing.

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That is not exactly what he meant, but he doesn't correct her - his mind is already moving onward, focusing on the way his body responds to her touch, skin jumping excitedly beneath her hands. When she caresses his stomach, he groans happily, heat rising to the surface of his skin, flushing his ear tips.

"Would like that very much, to go flying with you."

One of his hands drops from her body to fist his fingertips in the blankets beneath them as she smooths her palms over his thighs.

"Would like that very much."

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"We shall, then." She's pleased to see him responding to her touch.

She kisses his stomach lightly, keeps stroking his thighs. "Shall we court in the air, as eagles do? A chase through the air, then bodies grappling together, plunging toward the ground only to pull apart at the very last moment before hitting the ground?"

Her voice drops low, tempting. "There's an oasis nearby where I gather herbs for Taweret. If we danced in the sky there, you could have me in the shade under the trees, on the warm stone beneath the morning sun."

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If she was pleased to see him responding to her touch, she will be even more pleased to see him responding to her words. The image her words paint in his mind triggers a deep-set primal response, firing off nerve endings and reactions that even he didn't know existed.

Skellig arches his back slightly, his wings trying to unfurl from where they are tucked beneath him, struggling under his bodyweight - but it isn't painful, simply an instinctual response to the idea of flight! with her.

"Dance...I would dance with you, Kreyu. I would have you wherever you would allow it. Wherever you would...you would want me."

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Her wings unfurl in response to his attempt, as if her body is carrying out his instinctual response in his stead.

"Oh yes, I would dance with you," she whispers, voice rough with want. "Should let you save your strength for that, but..."

She licks his stomach, a long, slow, line. "The idea of pleasuring you again tonight, while you're under me, is so VERY tempting."

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He threads a hand into her hair, lightly tangling his fingers in the dark strands, nails grazing her scalp.

"Don't need t'save any strength...flight is easier." He pulls in a deep breath, grounding his senses, refocusing. "Automatic."

A shaking laugh escapes his throat.

"I...I like your ideas. Temptations."

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She shivers as his nails graze her scalp, his fingers tangle in her hair.

She looks pleased at the knowledge that flight is easy for him, automatic.

"I'm glad you like my ideas, my temptations." Her voice is breathy, low. "Since I am practicing seducing you." There's a touch of teasing in her tone, but it is mostly dark with want.

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"You can practice all you'd like." Skellig says. "In fact...I encourage it."

Experience and age may trump youth, but there is an eagerness to youth, a willingness to brave the unknown, a desire to explore.

He is very grateful for youth, right now.

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She laughs, voice low but clearly delighted.

Her hands explore his chest, tease, as she kisses down his stomach. Then she kisses his hips, his thighs, lets her hands stroke across his stomach.

She doesn't think he's capable of getting hard again, not yet, but so long as it feels pleasurable to him she doesn't care.

[27_53]

Logically, his recovery time should take a bit longer. (But in this space he has found himself, borderline overwhelmed by her pool of stored Karma and the visions she has created with her words, her touches, and her image atop his body - she might find herself surprised.) Every stroke of her hands brings him great pleasure, blood rising to flush his cheeks and his chest, heat and arousal building in the pit of his stomach.

Ache, desire, and want seeping into his thoughts and his voice.

"It is no wonder why I was looked upon with envy," he mutters, amused. "I am so very lucky."

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"We are both so very lucky," she agrees.

Is he harder than he was just a bit ago? She's not sure. Clearly, some experimentation is required!

She grins wickedly at him, then takes as much of his cock in her mouth as she can. On the plus side, she can fit a lot more of him in her mouth at this stage of arousal.

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That earns her another string of swear words - though his tone will make it obviously clear that these are not words of pain, but words of pleasure and delight - and his grip tightens slightly in her hair.

Encouragement, indeed.

"Let them...let them call me a demon..." he laughs. "I would gladly let you do all the wicked things to me that you'd desire."

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She makes a 'hmmm' sound of inquiry with her mouth still around him. It is a sound that seems to ask 'And what wicked things would you like to do to me?'

Her hands wander his thighs while her tongue teases him in her mouth.

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The vibration of her mouth on his cock sends shockwaves up his body, which spike hard into the center of his spine.

"I'd fly with you--"

His heels dig into the linens of the bed, as he tries to 'catch' himself from falling (even though he is not falling at all, his body feels as if it is carthweeling through the sky) through space.

"Lay claim to you, make certain that all of them--"

The hand that isn't in her hair grips the blanket beneath them for 'balance'.

"Make certain that they all know -- know I am yours."

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Her eyes are dark with want when she lets his cock slip out of her mouth. "How would you make sure they know that you're mine?" she asks, voice breathy.

She aches with want, with arousal. Just a little satisfaction, that's all, to take the edge off. She straddles his leg, letting her body sink down onto him enough to give her a little friction where she needs it between her legs.

She kisses his thigh, teases his cock with her hands.

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"I would have them hear my voice in the dark, crying your name in ecstasy." For starters. "Not bother with wards to conceal my pleasure with your actions...my calls of bliss, as you would ravish me."

Putting her in control is another experiment, and he pushes it a bit - shifting his jaw as she sinks her body down against his leg. A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, eyebrows raising slightly as he shifts his leg subtly beneath her. Pressing closer, increasing contact (and friction) between them, adding subtle muscle movements which match in time with the way she's teasing him with her hands, the way she's building his arousal with her fingertips, cock hardening under her touches.

"I would make certain they know just exactly who they'd have to go through, if they wanted to have their way with me."

His grin widens, briefly showing a wicked flash of teeth. (Maybe there is a hint of a demon in him after all? Or at the very least, a primal beast who desires his mate's attentions.)

"I am no exhibitionist...but I would let them see you kiss me."

And he highly doubts Kreyu would take kindly to someone trying to have their way with him - part of her 'treasure'.

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She shivers as he speaks, heart thundering at his words, at the images they paint, eyes darkening with WANT.

A moan tears from her as he shifts his leg, increases contact, adds those muscle movements. "YES!" He can feel the early evidence of her arousal against his leg as he moves it.

"Mine!" she growls, the sound too deep for a human throat, her eyes gone violet. "My mate, won't let them touch you, get the least taste of you." She shudders. "They can only have you if you go," For a moment she looks lost, heartbroken at the idea of him leaving.

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With her straddling his leg, he's able to sit himself up a bit - finally convincing his arms and his abdominal muscles to cooperate - and reaches one hand around the back of her shoulder, pulling himself closer to her.

Staring right into those endless, beautiful, stunning violet eyes.

(He could get lost in those eyes.)

"Yours," he says firmly, conviction strong in his tone. He is not going anywhere.

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Relief comes into violet eyes when he speaks, and she claims his mouth with her own. The kiss is a wild thing, hard, hungry, as she ravishes his mouth with her tongue.

One arm wraps around him, holds him close, while her other hand keeps stroking his belly, his cock, teasing.

Her wings mantle over them both, golden feathers spread wide.

[27_53]

The intensity of the kiss is enough to cause his lungs to scream in silent protest for lack of oxygen, but Skellig ignores them as long as possible, because it is wild, and primal, and raw, and real and his brain refuses to allow him to break until it is absolutely necessary to keep from passing out.

Stars threaten the edges of his vision, but he steadies himself by pressing his lips to her cheek, her jawline, the edge of her ear.

Whispering low: "I give myself to you, Kreyu. All of myself, willingly. In whatever...whatever space this is, wherever space I may find myself. I am your mate."