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]

His movements to adjust their bodies are much less nuanced and delicate than their previous encounters, but he is still careful (even as turned on as she is, with how desperate she wants him and how eager he is for her, he would never willingly cause her any pain) with pulling her closer to him. He trades his fingers for his cock and enters her, allowing her to rise and shift against him until he feels as if she's comfortable, wanting more from him.

(Her neighbors have no idea how lucky they are that she warded the walls against sound escaping, because neither of them are bothering to even attempt to stay quiet.)

[brave_kreyu]

She moans when he enters her, wraps her legs around him. "Make me feel so GOOD," she gasps in his ear.

She does want more soon enough, violet eyes wild and dark with want. She shifts her body to coax him to thrust in and out of her, to give them both what they want so much.

[27_53]

All he wants is her, and since she is readily giving herself over to him, to pleasure, to ecstasy - he is more than willing to respond in kind, giving everything of himself.

His kiss, his touch, his rhythm one that matches what she is asking him for.

All he wants from her is for her to find her release, her pleasure, wants to feel her come beneath him and around him.

[brave_kreyu]

It's not long before he gets what he wants, feels her body tighten around him, feels her tremble with her release as his kiss swallows the sounds of her ecstasy.

The violet starts to fade from her eyes again as she comes down, as she clings to him.

[27_53]

They're still not 'even', but he feels better about bringing her to climax, allowing his own control to slip once again within a few seconds of her body pressing eagerly towards his, her tremble enough to drive him over the edge himself.

(While his 'stamina' may be better than that of a standard human, he is still subject to the limits of his body, and he is completely and utterly worn out - in a very, very good way.)

He likes the way she clings to him, and he doesn't bother to change that as he settles on the bed with her - though this time, he is doing a bit more of the 'sprawl', content with his treasure, his prize.

"...don't think I'm gonna be up for a fourth anytime soon," he teases quietly, pressing light kisses to her shoulder.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs softly. "Nor I," she relaxes into his kisses. "I am utterly exhausted, but I enjoyed every bit of it."

"Might just fall asleep on top of you."

[27_53]

"I would never complain of that."

A low laugh.

"Unless of course, you are in your dragon shape...but then I still do not think I would be in any shape to complain in that instance either."

[brave_kreyu]

"You wouldn't," Kreyu admits. "But I have excellent control over my shape, so you need not fear an accident."

She snuggles closer, feeling so very sleepy and sated.

[27_53]

Skellig strokes a hand over her hair, settling it behind her ear, and then snuggles his body in as close to hers as he can manage in this space.

"I do not fear you," he reiterates, pressing his lips to her skin once more, before sighing. He is already drowsy and so very comfortable. Sleep will not be difficult to find, in this state.