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 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...

[27_53]

With her mouth and tongue moving across his chest, he relaxes visibly beneath her touch, allowing his hands to roam over her shoulders and neck wherever he can reach. While she may not feel as if she has any 'right' to claim him, he is more than willing to allow her to take hold of him, make it known that he is 'hers' in this space.

She has him 'pinned', but not in a way that is threatening; he draws one foot up slightly to allow his knee to rub against the outside of her thigh, hips shifting subtly underneath her.

"Might not know where I am..." he sighs, content. "But so long as I'm with you, could care less."

[brave_kreyu]

She likes the feeling of his hands on her, of his knee rubbing against her thigh, his hips shifting under her.

"Easier to see where you are from above," she says, words interrupted by kisses as she moves down his chest. "Can throw a spell on us in the morning to conceal us, take us up high so you can see."

Her hands wander his sides, his stomach, his thighs, caressing.

[27_53]

That is not exactly what he meant, but he doesn't correct her - his mind is already moving onward, focusing on the way his body responds to her touch, skin jumping excitedly beneath her hands. When she caresses his stomach, he groans happily, heat rising to the surface of his skin, flushing his ear tips.

"Would like that very much, to go flying with you."

One of his hands drops from her body to fist his fingertips in the blankets beneath them as she smooths her palms over his thighs.

"Would like that very much."

[brave_kreyu]

"We shall, then." She's pleased to see him responding to her touch.

She kisses his stomach lightly, keeps stroking his thighs. "Shall we court in the air, as eagles do? A chase through the air, then bodies grappling together, plunging toward the ground only to pull apart at the very last moment before hitting the ground?"

Her voice drops low, tempting. "There's an oasis nearby where I gather herbs for Taweret. If we danced in the sky there, you could have me in the shade under the trees, on the warm stone beneath the morning sun."

[27_53]

If she was pleased to see him responding to her touch, she will be even more pleased to see him responding to her words. The image her words paint in his mind triggers a deep-set primal response, firing off nerve endings and reactions that even he didn't know existed.

Skellig arches his back slightly, his wings trying to unfurl from where they are tucked beneath him, struggling under his bodyweight - but it isn't painful, simply an instinctual response to the idea of flight! with her.

"Dance...I would dance with you, Kreyu. I would have you wherever you would allow it. Wherever you would...you would want me."

[brave_kreyu]

Her wings unfurl in response to his attempt, as if her body is carrying out his instinctual response in his stead.

"Oh yes, I would dance with you," she whispers, voice rough with want. "Should let you save your strength for that, but..."

She licks his stomach, a long, slow, line. "The idea of pleasuring you again tonight, while you're under me, is so VERY tempting."