brave_kreyu | OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness?

(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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"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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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."

Edited Date: 2024-03-30 05:18 pm (UTC)

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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."

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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.

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"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?"

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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.

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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'."

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brave_kreyu

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

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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."

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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,

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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.

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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.

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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.)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

Edited Date: 2024-03-30 09:27 pm (UTC)

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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.

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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.

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brave_kreyu

"Yes," she says, the response to both his words and the work of his mouth. She wants him to believe that he is worthy of everyone, of every good thing, and those words give her hope that he is making progress toward belief in his own self worth. That brings her joy, pleasure, as much as the lovely things his mouth is doing to her!

Kreyu is strong, stronger than her physical appearance should allow. This form is small, weak, compared to her draconic one, but he might feel her strength as he trails his lips over soft skin.

"You have such lovely wings," she tells him, voice breathy. "So soft. I want to bury my hands in them." And she does bury the hand that was teasing his spine in one wing. Not near the most sensitive areas, but somewhere that should still feel good.

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27_53

That does feel good - very good, in fact - and her fingers burying themselves into his downy feathers is what causes him to fully flare his wings above her with a gasped breath drawn into his lungs.

(While she might mistake his gasp for apprehension, the way that he exhales a pleasured groan into her shoulder with his next breath should quickly wipe away any thoughts in that regard.)

So very rarely does he let anyone touch his wings. For so many different reasons. They are his lifeline, his escape route, a huge part of who and what he is. And while he has felt great pride in having them, they have also caused him great difficulty.

"You can touch them as much as you want. Please."

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brave_kreyu

She does mistake the gasp for apprehension for a moment, but the pleasured groan into her shoulder reassures her. She takes her other hand, buries it in his other wing. For a while, she just lets her fingers knead the downy feathers where she's buried her hands.

"Going to have my hands in your wings enough that you'll need me to preen you, after," she promises. She knows his shoulder blades are sensitive, but she wants to spend time exploring the less human portions of his anatomy. Her hands are careful not to pull feathers out as she moves them, exploring. The 'inside' of his wings is easier for her to explore from this position, so that's what she focuses on for now. Touching the tips of his longest feathers, the upper edges of his wings, working through feathers to tease the skin beneath. She's meticulous, as if she's mapping out every inch of his wings to find what gives him the most pleasure.