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]

"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.

[27_53]

"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.

[27_53]

"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.

[27_53]

"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."

[27_53]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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.

[27_53]

"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'.

[brave_kreyu]

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...