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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As her fingertips explore his chest, he is more vocal than he typically would be with a partner, encouraging her with contented, happy sounds as she hits spots that cause static sparks to crackle in his mind, pleasure welling in his body.

When her touch hits his collarbones, she is rewarded, a low groan escaping his throat as he breaks the kiss briefly to pull in a shuddering breath.

"More of that, please."

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She's enjoying all the sounds he makes, but the groan and shuddering breath make the heat curl tightly in her gut. She shifts a little on his lap, straddling him, the kilt riding up higher on her thighs. There's nothing between him and the most intimate parts of her body now except the linen of his own kilt.

She is VERY pleased with herself at coaxing such a thing from him, and applies a hand to each of his collarbones, the touch firmer, more lingering.

"Like your hand on my breast," she breathes against his lips during a short break for air. There's also a bit of vicious satisfaction that she's giving Skellig what those young men wanted for THEIR pleasure and will never have.

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Obliging, he shifts his second hand from her hip to her other breast, cupping both gently as he drops his lips to the skin on the side of her neck, kissing his way over it, nuzzling softly.

"I am happy to give you what you find enjoyable."

And frankly, what he also finds enjoyable - her body is a well-built form, and one that should be appreciated. His kiss shifts to her throat, mapping her curves with his mouth and tongue.

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"Likewise," she tells him, voice breathy already. Her heart and her breathing speed up as his mouth and tongue map her throat. She moans, it all feels so good, tilts her head back to let him explore as much as he pleases.

One of her hands exploring his collarbones brushes a nipple more by accident than design.

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His senses are normally heightened, but in the case of the blazing sun having beat down on him while he had wandered the road, his skin is extra sensitive in this moment. When her hand brushes his nipple, he groans against her throat - wanting, eager.

It is as if he knows how to allow his hands to slide over her body, as if he has already done this dozens of times, her form so very familiar to his muscle memory.

One of his hands shifts to her knee, sliding under the linen of her kilt to trace patterns on the top of her thigh as he moves his mouth back to meet hers.

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The sound he makes against her throat prompts her to tease both of his nipples, careful little brushes repeated over and over.

She moans into his mouth as his hand slides under her kilt, traces patterns on her thigh. Her hips shift toward his hand, instinct or some echo of memory prompting a desire for more of his hand there.

Her kiss is hungry now, more daring, teasing with her tongue.

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Skellig welcomes her teasing, her touch, and allows her to take control of the kiss. That is something that he enjoys regardless of the fact that he is the one who is supposedly 'teaching' her.

But at the same time, with her hips shifting towards his hand, there also also things he wishes to take control of.

Like his fingertips on her thigh, callouses brushing her smooth, delicate skin as he allows his touch to slide higher, to the curve of her body, to where she is practically begging for him to touch her without having to say a word. His own arousal stirs beneath his wrist, beneath his kilt as she shifts her body weight over him.

Tentatively, ever so cautiously (seeking permission without speaking, as his mouth is otherwise busy) he strokes his fingers over her, touching her in a manner that he somehow knows she desires to be touched.

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She's already aroused when he touches her, when his fingers brush her clit oh so gently, when one finger slips the tiniest bit inside of her to tease. She gasps in surprise at how good it feels, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"Please, please," she begs, her body aching with want. She can't get more words to cooperate right now, so she hopes he understands that she wants his hands there, wants more.

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"Just focus," he urges her, placing one hand (the one that is not busy at the moment) flat on her chest, his palm easily picking up the racing rhythm of her heart. "Breathe with me, as I touch you."

He fully understands, and her arousal and the waves of energy she is putting off as she begs for him is enough to make him feel as if he has just had several shots of strong liquor.

(In his mind, it is familiar, but only in the way that the roles are somehow reversed - as if she should be the one telling him to breathe.)

With his own focus growing stronger, he pulls in a deep breath, holds it briefly, wordlessly trying to coax her to mimic him - before he exhales. With his other hand, he obliges her want, her ache, sliding his fingers inside of her, setting a rhythm with his touch that matches the way her hips desperately move against his hand.

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Pleasing a partner should be easier on him than it has been in some time, with no stiffness, no pain, in his hands, his wrists, his forearms.

It takes a few tries before she manages to breathe with him, deep breaths held briefly followed by an exhale.

His fingers stretch her, but it doesn't hurt, feels so good as he starts to move them that she whimpers in pleasure. She's getting wetter, more aroused, with every motion of his hand.

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"There you go," he lifts his hand from her chest to lightly caress her jawline, voice a low murmur of encouragement - albeit one that is tinted heavily with want and a fair amount of lust.

Coaxing her to shift against him, he increases his pace slightly, allowing his body to rock slightly in time with his fingers, his chest pressing to meet hers.

my dragon

His mouth wanders to the top of her shoulder, and he traces an invisible line (there is a memory in that space, a trail he knows to follow even though there are no marks on her skin, no scars) with his tongue. Every sound she makes sense a ripple of pleasure down his spine, entices him to up the ante, increase the stimulation, give her what she wants.

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Her eyes are dark with desire, skin so very flushed as she moves against him. Wordless noises and whimpers of pleasure as she moves against him. She doesn't know what's waiting for her, she just knows that this feels so good and she doesn't want it to stop.

The pleasure winds tighter and tighter and his tongue is tracing that trail on her shoulder when the first release she's ever had takes her. She makes a surprised inhalation, her muscles quivering, tightening around his fingers as they move inside of her.

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Skellig groans softly against her skin as her body trembles and tightens around him, the waves of raw pleasure and joy that she allows to slip from her grasp on her emotions are strong enough that they easily 'recharge' his internal reserves that were depleted by the earlier fight with the bandits.

It takes him a fair bit of self-control to refrain from pushing her further off the edge of her release, but he manages to refrain, somewhat. He can't help himself from continuing to work his fingers inside her, his pace slowing - not wanting to overstimulate her - but still gently coaxing her as she comes down from her climax.

He allows his lips to press lightly to her throat, before he leans back and tries to catch her gaze with his eyes.

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It takes a minute for her gaze to focus on him again. She giggles, high on endorphins. "If it feels like that for a man, it's no wonder young men want to stick their cock in everything. Thank you, for that."

And she really should have noticed Skellig's reaction to her earlier, but she was QUITE distracted. "Oh. I, what should I do for you?" she asks.

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Skellig cannot help but laugh under his breath at her innocence, given the 'situation'.

"You are welcome - and yes, it is quite pleasurable," he agrees, before he contemplates just how to best explain what he'd like her to do for him. He suspects that once she starts touching him, he will lose his ability to speak clear sentences as the ache grows in the pit of his belly. "Here...I will show you."

Reaching for her hand, he wraps his fingers around hers and then brings them up under his kilt, pushing the fabric aside before he places her hand to rest against his inner thigh. "It would please me to be touched, by you..."

And the most straightforward way to explain just how, is to demonstrate. With his hand, he lightly strokes his fingers over his cock, a shiver running down his spine as he touches himself. He wants his hand to be replaced with hers, but that will happen momentarily - after a brief moment of 'demonstration' of what he likes best, he reaches for her hand on his thigh, bringing their hands together to stroke over his length.

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"You are bigger than I would have thought," she tells him as he moves the kilt aside. She can see how it would hurt a woman to lay with a man the first time, with that inside of her. Skellig's given her so much pleasure already that whatever pain she has when he takes her will be more than worth it, so she's not worried.

Her whole being is intent on what he's doing as he demonstrates, her hand resting on his thigh. She strokes over his length, guided by his hand. She's grinning already, pleased at the idea of pleasing him. "I like how you feel, under my hand," she tells him. "That you're like this because of ME."

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"This is entirely your doing," he says happily, squirming a bit under her touch as he relinquishes 'control' for a moment, moving his hand to rest on his thigh and give her freedom to do as she would wish with him. "You have...a fantastic touch."

Even though he is the far more experienced partner in this situation, there are still some things a novice can do that will drive the other wild.

"Clearly those fools have other issues that cause their weaknesses."

Impotence is not an issue, for one who chooses to lay with a 'witch' like Kreyu. Quite the opposite. But Skellig is content to let them harbor their beliefs - more for him to enjoy on his own.

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She's visibly pleased, flushing, when he says she has a fantastic touch. She tries to recreate the strokes he demonstrated as best she can. slowly at first.

"Intimidated, perhaps, or too much drink." She grins wickedly. "That's what the midwife told me, at least, that both of those can make a man unable to rise."

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"Those are definite factors which can tend to limit one's performance."

Full sentences are tougher, with her hand moving along his length, the friction nearly maddening. He has to pull his mind back into focus, allow his heartrate to settle a bit.

(At one point, he spits into his hand and reintroduces some lubrication into the equation. He would not be so forward as to coax her to put her mouth on him, not this soon in their 'lesson plan'. She is doing plenty well with just her fingers matching his.)

"Attraction is another factor..." he swallows hard as she brushes her fingertips over the head of his cock. "I...I had to resist quite firmly, the urge to take you earlier, when we first kissed."

Before they were so rudely interrupted by the roving band of fighters.

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"That soon?" she's intrigued by that. "I wanted you then too. I wouldn't have dared to ask you to even touch me though, not then."

She remembers how Skellig's fingers moved so easily inside of her. While she strokes him with one hand, she reaches between her legs with the other. Yes, still some slickness there, that should help!

She rubs some of her arousal on his cock giving some more lubrication and perhaps some OTHER benefits. There is POWER in all of a dragon's body after all, even if blood is the most potent.

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That elicits an unexpected, visceral reaction as she rubs him, his breath catches hard in his lungs. The wave of dragon power is strong as it washes over him, a feeling of compression on his ribs causing his heart to stutter-step a beat in his chest.

"Gods--"

He's not in any pain - so she shouldn't worry about that. The furthest thing from it, actually. His words leave him completely, so he settles for kissing her instead.

Forcefully.

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Kreyu wasn't expecting a reaction THAT intense, but she enjoys the outcome very much!

His forceful kiss sends a shiver down her spine, stirs the heat at the base of her spine to a more vigorous flame. She tries to match his kiss while continuing to stroke him, but this is trickier than it seemed in her head. Her strokes are likely to slow a bit, become less coordinated.

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After the initial 'surge' washes off of his energy, he breaks the kiss and inhales a soft, shaking breath as he works to align his focus back to the present, to her hand on his arousal and the fire burning in the pit of his belly.

A voice echoes in his headspace 'settle down, featherduster' and he laughs to himself, feeling a bit foolish at having such a strong reaction.

"Forget the gods..." he mutters, voice breaking with a bit of a pleasured groan as he covers her hand with his, 'helping' her to resume the rhythm she had set earlier. He is falling apart in pieces, and he knows he will not last much longer. "...much prefer to be touched by the dragon."

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"I'm glad to hear that," she purrs. Her focus is intense, all of her concentration on him like a predator watching her prey.

"Will touch you as much as you want, whenever you want," she tells him, voice rough. "Want to give you what you gave me, Skellig."

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He can feel her focus, and while typically he would feel threatened or fearful with that much attention being paid to him (he does not handle feeling as if he is prey easily, having had too much experience with it) he does not in this case, as there is an underlying current of something greater (safety) that settles his nerves.

"A lucky soul, I am." He whispers. "However I found myself in this oasis."

It is not long before he feels himself slipping entirely, and he presses his lips to hers once more, this kiss less intense, but still very deep. (There is a connection, somewhere, that he feels pull from a thread but he still can't understand why it feels that way.) "Kreyu, my dragon."

With his hand over hers, he guides her touch, thrusting his hips involuntarily as he reaches his peak, the knot in his stomach tightening firmly before he relaxes and finds his release, spilling his climax over their hands with a soft whimper of pleasure escaping his throat.