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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[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, delighted, when he says he won't complain about it taking all night.

Her breath catches, little gasping sounds of pleasure and low moans as he works on her skin with lips and tongue, hands and fingers. Her body is reacting to her arousal, flushing her more pink, as he pleasures her.

"Not at all," Kreyu purrs. She explores his wings, learning them, pleasuring him, for a while longer. Eventually, she runs out of places she can reach. She leans forward, whispers in his ear. "Can't reach all of your wings like this. Will have to take a night sometime where I can reach all of you to see exactly what I can do for you with your wings." Then, while she's still whispering in his ear, she puts her hands on both of THOSE spots on his shoulder blades, the ones he said sent a jolt straight to his cock, and she stimulates both of them at once.

[27_53]

Between a full afternoon of making out, and then this last round of working his mouth and hands over her body (while she has been driving him slowly crazy with her touch, her hands in his wings), Skellig is already quite aroused himself, but so far has managed to 'contain' his desires.

But then--

She whispers in his ear, low and sultry.
Her breath hot on his neck.

And she presses her fingers into THOSE spots.
Together.

The blue streak he curses is loud; words falling from his mouth rapid-fire, voice breathless, and most likely spoken in a few different languages. His grip on his self-control falters and he buries his face in her shoulder, whimpering (or is it a yelp? he's not in any pain, but it's up for debate) loudly as his hips and cock involuntarily press against her thigh, his orgasm hitting him completely unexpectedly. Every muscle in his body shakes, down to the core of him.

That was not at all part of his plan.

(He's not even sure if there was a plan, anymore.
Or if he even exists, anymore.)

He's gonna need a minute.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu is afraid for a moment that she's hurt him, between the cursing and the sound he makes into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt..." she's babbling, and then she feels him come against her thigh.

Oh, OH. That wasn't pain. Or at least MOSTLY wasn't pain.

She holds him gingerly, arms wrapped around him and her hands out of his wings. She's making soothing noises as her heart hammers loudly in her chest.

[27_53]

Once he's recovered enough to blink his eyes open (it takes a minute or two, and he's still slightly panting as his lungs recover from the brief moment of oxygen deprivation when they seized hard in his chest) and laughs.

"Not hurt. Gods no, not hurt. Don't...don't apologize. S'okay."

He weakly presses his lips against her skin, kissing lightly.

"I'm okay. Just...nobody's ever done that--" Disbelief tinges his tone, but it's not negative. In fact, he even sounds a little bit proud - of her. "Gotten me t'come like that. That...that was..."

There are not words to describe what his brain is feeling.

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm so glad I didn't hurt you," she says, her relief palpable.

"No one?" she asks. "Really?" It seems hard to believe. She's not exactly EXPERIENCED where sex is concerned and she's managed something nobody else ever has?


"It was good?" She's very flushed right now, and pleased with herself to boot.

[27_53]

"Oh, it was..." Skellig nods, a little rapidly - his heartbeat is still a flurry behind his ribs. "It was very good. More than good."

"No one." Reaffirming, he nods, slower, stronger - before glancing down at their bodies, then back up to her. "You didn't hurt me."

A pause.

"But I...we're gonna have t'wash laundry before we go out again."

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm glad."

She laughs softly. "At least for you. I have a spare kilt so I can get water from the well."

She kisses him on the cheek. "Do you want to rest?" He did have one hell of an orgasm just now, it makes sense to her that he would be tired.

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"I'm fine..."

He tries to shift his body weight to take a little bit 'off' of her, and notices that his arms and thighs still feel like every touch is legitimately taken from quicksand.

"...maybe rest, for just a minute."

Weakly somewhere, he shifts beside her and flops down, rolling them so that his body is beside hers, beneath hers in what he looks from. With one hand, he undoes the knot of his kilt and tosses it to the floor beneath him.

"Very glad."

[brave_kreyu]

"No rush," she assures him.

"Should I take mine off?" she asks, her hands at her waist.

[27_53]

"You should." He leans back comfortably, blinking to clear any remaining spots in his vision - still in a mild form of disbelief.

"If I remembered how my hands work, I'd offer to help."

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles, strips off her kilt, shifts her position so she's on top of him. "Is this alright?" She rests her chin on his breastbone.

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"That is perfect."

He settles one hand at the back of her shoulder, and another at the middle of her spine, beneath her wings. Once his fingers have quit trembling, he resumes tracing absent patterns over her skin.

"I had such intent..." he adds, keeping eye contact with her as he speaks. "To ravish you for hours until you had come several times...I thought I could wait, but apparently not."

He's not COMPLAINING, by any means.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu flushes, shivers, at his description of his plans. She's clearly imagining what that might be like.

"Perhaps you will, some other night." She kisses his breastbone softly. "I don't mind a change of plans, especially when it resulted from my making you feel so good."

Her muscles relax under his fingers.

[27_53]

"Perhaps I will - but I would not leave you wanting, tonight."

He stretches his body beneath hers, adjusting to get a bit more comfortable, though he feels very good with her sprawled atop him like she currently is. His fingers keep up their motions, turning their attention to her shoulders, the back of her neck.

"Just need a little bit to recover."

[brave_kreyu]

"Hm, that feels good," she remarks as his fingers move. She's clearly in no rush for anything, does not expect or DEMAND anything of him.

"Like laying on you MUCH better than laying on my hoard," she murmurs.

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"I envy your hoard, to be laid upon in such a manner."

Slow, smooth strokes with his hands and fingers, up and down her neck and across the tops of her shoulders, wherever he can reach. Similar to how she applied the aloe tincture to his burns, earlier.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, low. "Metal, stone, and fabric, when I am with my brothers in our lair. It can not feel me when I lay upon it."

The strokes feel good, leave her making a purring sort of noise. "The Karma is thick there, as thick as it can be made, for they've both lived a long time."

[27_53]

"I would be overwhelmed, I'd think." Not to mention the obvious - that he would NEVER expect to be allowed into that sort of sacred space. "By the Karma. This..."

He motions at the air around them.

"This is even a bit much, but I have learned how to hold fast among it, over the last day."

[brave_kreyu]

"Is it?" she asks, curious and a touch concerned. "Humans don't generally notice it at all, and it just feels NICE to a dragon. It never even occurred to me that it might be difficult for you."

"You've been through so much in so little time." She kisses his chest again, softly.

[27_53]

"It is not at all negative," he reassures her. "The complete opposite, actually."

Skellig laughs under his breath.

"If anything, it feels as if I have had many glasses of the finest drink, and everything is just that perfect...blur, around the edges. A joyful celebration. It is what Light feels like, when it is strong around me. I am grateful for it, I just...so rarely have I been fully charged in it, my mind is unsure of what to do."

[brave_kreyu]

"Oh, I see." She kisses his chest again. "Unfamiliar, but pleasantly so."

She stretches her wings. "My mind isn't sure either, the last day or so." She holds his gaze. "I've never felt like this before, didn't know I COULD."

[27_53]

Skellig feels his heartrate surge with her words, and she'll be able to feel it beneath her kiss. With her wings outstretched above him, her hair falling to his chest, and her gaze on his - she is a vision of beauty that is unmatched.

"We are both...learning very much, about each other and ourselves."

[brave_kreyu]

"Learning together," she agrees. As Skellig told her yesterday that they would learn how to please one another sexually.

Her hand strokes idly down his side.

[27_53]

He sighs happily, before pulling in a deep breath as her fingers stroke over his ribs.

"Like it when you touch me with those hands of yours," he murmurs, still holding eye contact. He is still obviously sated from earlier, but there is an underlying burn of 'want' in his look to her. "Strong, beautiful, delicate hands."

[brave_kreyu]

The want in his gaze sparks heat in her gut, starts ardor that had been cooling heating up again.

"I like touching you, so that works out very well for me." She runs both hands up his ribs, slow and careful.

She likes it when he touches her too, tastes her.

Her eyes are warm, with a hint of mischief. "Going to give your wings a break for a while though."