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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His hypersensitive hearing is delighted by the sounds he is coaxing from her - the ones that are obvious, and the ones that are much more delicate. All of them mingle together in a rush; the faint hitch of her breath in her throat between moans of pleasure, the way her heartbeat is hammering in her chest. The rustle of her feathers as her wings tremble above them, the bead of sweat that breaks from her jawline, gliding down her throat and between her breasts.

He takes advantage of the 'amplified volume', and allows it to help him better time his movements and touches to elicit the greatest response of pleasure from her, learning what drives her truly wild.

(What drives him wild is that she is all his. His mate, his dragon.)

He does break his feast occasionally to breathe (and allow her to catch her catch her own breath, not wanting to push her too hard, too fast, he wants to make this last for her as long as she wants to enjoy every second of it, pleasure building in her body) and mutter soft words of praise and encouragement against her skin.

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She is enjoying this immensely, but over time the NEED for release grows, drives her to rock her body against his face, to give voice to a breathless "please" between the other sounds she makes. The coils of pleasure wind tighter and tighter with his words, his mouth, until at last they SNAP and she comes with his name on her lips.

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He does not bother to hide his smugness as she pants breathlessly above him, merely works her through her release; once she is 'finished', he guides her with gentle hands and mildly-delirious (in a good way, because that was incredible for not only her, but him as well) laughter to resettle and sprawl her body partially atop his - the dragon with her treasure.

(His own arousal is aching, pressed lightly against her hip, but he knows she will need a moment of her own to recover.)

"You are a pleasure to all the senses," he sighs happily, stroking a hand down her side to rest on her hip, holding her close.

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"So are you," she murmurs. "So good," She looks up at him, violet starting to fade back into brown as her wilder side has had enough to take the edge off.

"How would you have me, when I've caught my breath?"

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Skellig contemplates this a moment - allowing his mind to wander through different 'scenarios', all of which are incredibly pleasant, and she'll likely be able to imagine what he's thinking given the expression that crosses his features.

"I would have you however you'd like..." He lightly plays with her hair, focusing on her eyes as the violet shifts towards brown, colors mixing. "Although the strongest vision in my mind is of you straddled atop me, driving yourself onto my cock while my hands are free to pleasure you in..."

Wicked smirk.

"Other ways."

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"I like the sound of that," Kreyu tells him. "Have to be careful how hard I ride you, of course."

She laughs, flushes slightly in embarrassment. "Don't know that I could be careful enough if you hadn't made me come already."

She could, but she doesn't know that about herself yet.

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"I may be lighter than most men, but my bones are strong enough to handle a greater level of..." he pauses, nearly using the word punishment, but he would not put that negative thought into this moment, into her mind. "Intensity."

His fingers trace her cheek, the flush.

"I would also tell you if you were ever to cause me discomfort," he adds, seriously. "I trust you, but I also respect your power, and I know you would be upset if you hurt me."

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"Thank you," she whispers, soft. Kisses him gently,

But one hand wanders down to where his arousal is pressed against her, aching, and she touches, strokes.

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"You're welcome."

His kiss is also gentle, grateful - but it deepens when her hand reaches below his waist and touches him, causing him to moan happily into her mouth. He wants her, badly, and it is clearly evident in the way his body squirms under her, his hips pressing to shift against her leg.

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It takes a bit of maneuvering and a false start or two until she feels she's lined up correctly, her mouth still kissing his.

She sinks onto him, slow, feeling the stretch of him. It's easier this time to take him in, to let thrusts of her hips drive him inside of her inch by inch.

When she's taken all of him, she laughs softly. She pulls back from the kiss, her gaze slightly wicked. The violet isn't entirely gone yet from her eyes, some wildness remains.

[27_53]

His gaze is focused on her eyes, briefly captured (entranced, perhaps?) by the violet undertones, the intensity and wildness that lingers in her expression.

(He is the prey, caught by the predator - and he likes it, which is new and unusual for him, with a partner.)

"You...you..." He grins, chest heaving softly as waves of pleasure ripple through his core. He runs his hands up her thighs, her stomach, her ribs. "You are so good. Feel so very...very good."

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There ARE dragons that can affect people with their gazes, though Kreyu isn't one of them. If he is caught by it, the reason must be something older and stronger than magic.

"So do you," she purrs. She basks in his touch, in the feel of him inside of her. She rocks her hips back and forth testing how ready she is to move.

Then she starts to rise off of him, slow, careful. When he's almost completely out of her, she stops, then slides back down onto him almost all at once. It makes her breath catch, on the very edge of TOO MUCH. Right, lesson learned, slower on the rebound next time.

[27_53]

Beauty is timeless, and ageless - stronger and older than magic. He thinks she is beautiful, every inch of her, but if asked to name a favorite part of her - it would be her eyes. That is how he is caught, whenever he looks at her and she looks at him.

Having to restrain himself is slightly maddening, but he feels the way her body tenses around him, hears the way her breath catches in her throat, and he manages to hold his body firmly to the bed beneath him, his hands settling on her hips.

"Easy, love..." He urges. "Just...go easy, s'okay."

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She nods in understanding and takes a breath to steady herself. Then she rises again, slow, and descends only slightly faster. And again, and again, and it's a rhythm now, steady. Perhaps not as fast as he wants it, not yet, but she's riding him.

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Truthfully, with as good as she feels wrapped around him - she could sit still, straddled upon him and he would find a way to satisfy his needs and wants. Anything extra is just a bonus, and one he is very grateful for.

But her moving on him, riding him, feels very good.

Where it was her who was making the majority of the noise earlier as he devoured her with his lips and tongue, it is now him who makes the noise, groaning happily as she sinks upon him, pulling in a deep breath with each shift of her hips and roll of her pelvis, praising her as she runs her hands over his stomach, bracing her weight against him. He keeps one hand on her hip to guide her rhythm (and to feel her reaction as he allows his hips to buck upwards, unable to completely hold back his wants) and trails the other to her chest, cupping one of her breasts in his palm, fingers toying with her nipple gently.

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Oh, she loves the noises he makes, his praise, his bucking hips.

"Mmmm, just like that," she tells him as he cups her breast, toys with her nipple, bucks his hips in one particular way.

She speeds up their rhythm, gives him more. "Feel like I could ride you all night," she purrs. "Would you like that, me riding you until the sun comes up?" She...probably can't ACTUALLY do that, however good it feels right now.

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"Would love that," he grunts, pulling in a deep breath as she sinks down and grinds against him. "I'd have you take me right here, until sunrise..."

He bites his lower lip, eyes dark with want - he knows he couldn't actually do that, but the image is still quite appealing in his mind's eye.

"Then we could hide from the sun, resting here in each other's arms...find other ways to entertain ourselves."

(He knows she has obligations, but his brain doesn't care about them right now, not with the way she's giving herself over to him.)

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She moans, grinds against him. "You paint such lovely pictures in my mind, Skellig."

She speeds up a little more, goes a little harder. "One night, when I have no obligations the next day, I want to ride you just like this, but with my hands everywhere on your wings."

Her grin is wicked, hungry, "I bet they'd hear your ecstasy in Amikaya on the sea."

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Skellig groans loudly at that image, obviously aroused by the thought in combination with the way she's moving against him.

"I would say...let them hear me," he laughs, low and dark. "I'd care not, what they would think of my cries."

It is for the best that for now, her fingers are out of his feathers, because she is already driving him closer and closer to his edge without even having to touch them. His breath hitches as she presses against a sensitive spot on his ribs, but it is pleasure, not pain.

"I am...I am not usually so vocal..." he stammers, though it is simply a statement, not an apology. And one that is cut off short by a loud groan that is pure pleasure and want mixed with lust, passion, and dozens of other things. She is making him feel so very good and he cannot stand it, his grasp on control slipping.

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Her hips drive her down onto him, a little faster. "Come whenever you like, love, don't worry about me."

"Want to see you come apart for me."

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Part of him would protest her words of don't worry about me, but he knows she is merely speaking with more logic than his brain would prefer in his moment, this space. He wants to make her come apart for him, but she is in control, riding him in such a way, giving him pleasure in a manner that he has never found with another partner (that he can remember) before.

"Won't take much--"

And it doesn't. Letting himself relax beneath her, he allows himself simply to feel her body, allows himself to listen - there are no distractions in this space, his focus entirely on her body and his body - and then he lets his control falter, slip further.

"Yours--" is all he manages to gasp out, the rest of his words lost in a pleading, desperate cry with his release, waves of pleasure overtaking him as he falls apart beneath her.

(He has the enough presence of mind to quickly bring his one of his hands up to his torso, covering one of hers that she has firmly braced against him. Tangling their fingers together, grasping for something solid to hold - something to keep him here.)


Your mate.

[brave_kreyu]

The look on her face is very satisfied when he comes apart for her. She doesn't come with him, but she can feel that she's close.

She keeps their fingers intertwined, leans down to kiss him. She's sure she could make herself come quite easily, as worked up as she is, with the sight of him thoroughly fallen apart from pleasure underneath her. But she decides to forgo that, for now.

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He works to return the kiss when she leans in close to him, but his 'effort' is much more lazy than his usual intensity, muted by the haze of the afterglow and endorphins that are pulsing through his veins.

(If he sounds a little drunk when he speaks, it's just the Karma and Light talking.)

"You--" he lightly squeezes her hand. "Are incredible."

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Kreyu laughs softly. "And you are incredibly biased," she replies.

She curls up with him, her heart and her body still thrumming with arousal. She's in no hurry to satisfy herself though, not right now. There is a certain pleasure in delaying gratification. (And if he is too tired to be able to give her another release, perhaps he might like to watch her give herself one? Time will tell.)

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"This helped...kept me from wandering off," he says as he lightly taps his chest with their still-joined hands, over his heart. "Will have to remember that for next time."

Because there will most definitely be a next time.
And a time after that.

Skellig sighs happily as she curls up against him, though the fact that her body is still wanting is not lost upon him.