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 glad," Kreyu replies. She kisses him on the cheek. "There is more power in touch, in holding hands, than I would ever have guessed."

[27_53]

"Your heartbeat is strong for me to focus on." He smiles when she presses her lips to his cheek. "I've gotten good at finding it with my ears, but having it beneath my fingertips is less effort."

[brave_kreyu]

"You can pick out my heartbeat specifically?" She's curious.

[27_53]

Even with the low level of light in the room (the fire has been long-starved of fuel) she may be able to see - or at least feel - the flush rising to his face.

"I...I can," he admits, sounding a bit sheepish. "It is the rhythm that drives your life, and I found it comforting last night, when I was still feeling...lost, not knowing where I had found myself, if this was real or simply the afterlife..."

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm glad it gave you comfort," she replies. "I just didn't know my heartbeat was specific enough that it COULD be picked out so readily."

[27_53]

He's still mildly embarrassed with his next admission:

"Well, it takes...some practice," he admits. "But I was listening, as I worked to pleasure you, and I could hear...your heart's response to my actions, and it allowed me to focus closer on it, commit it to memory."

A pause.

"And I don't always listen, but when I did tonight...I used it to better pleasure you."

(Is that cheating? He's not entirely sure.)

Skellig swallows and looks over at her.

"I can tell you're still...wanting."

[brave_kreyu]

"Oh, I wondered how you read me so well." Some of the mystery is revealed!

"It's alright, Skellig," she reassures him. "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. WANTING is hardly going to kill me."

She flushes. "And I have other options, if I'm desperate. I'm relatively sure I could please myself, now that you've taught me so much about what pleases me." She glances away. "You could even watch, if you wanted to." She's gone as red as her complexion will allow.

[27_53]

"It's not that I don't want to do..."

And then he trails off, momentarily distracted by the image she has just put into his mind. He's forced to clear his throat to snap himself back into focus. That is something that he actually had not considered as an option, with her.

Raising one eyebrow playfully, he keeps his voice at a low grumble.

"...just how lucky would I have to be for you to be really desperate?"

[brave_kreyu]

"If you WANT to watch me pleasure myself, not very lucky at all." She's flushing so dark. "I didn't think you'd want to look and not touch."

[27_53]

"Honestly? Neither did I, until you put the image in my head, and now I can't get rid of it."

It is obvious that he is NOT complaining. He does 'touch' however, by drawing his hand up the curve of her hip, settling his fingers against the small of her back.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs. "I'm glad I can give you new ideas."

She leans into his touch, trails the fingers of her hand that isn't holding his over her chest. "Should I stay right here or position myself so you have a better view?"

[27_53]

His contemplation is brief, but his answer is clear - as he untangles his fingers from hers, releasing her hand from his grasp.

"Better view," he says. "If I want you closer again, I'll ask...I'll tell you."

[brave_kreyu]

She kisses him after he lets go of her hand, and nods in understanding.

She settles down at the other end of the bed,facing him, with her wings spread for balance. Her legs are open wide, her body on display, Her eyes half close as she cups her breasts with both hands. "Good enough view?" she asks, voice low and breathy.

[27_53]

Skellig adjusts on the bed as she moves, shoving a pillow behind his back to give him an easier angle to 'observe' from, resting his weight on his elbows.

"Perfect." His smile is honest and encouraging, but his eyes are dark with want. "Better already, than the vision in my head."

[brave_kreyu]

It feels strange at first, to be touching herself in front of him. She kneads both of her breasts gently, strokes her thumbs lightly across her nipples again and again. It is not too difficult to imagine that he's behind her, that the Skellig she sees through half lidded eyes is a reflection.

"Mhm, Skellig," she moans. "Like your hands on my breasts" She gently 'pinches' her nipples between her fingers and twists them a touch. It DOES feel good, imagining that he's touching her. Her breath catches in her throat for a moment as she rubs a nipple. "Just like that, darling."

[27_53]

It feels strange to him as well, watching her touch herself in ways that he knows he has touched her and driven her to ecstasy, caused her to cry his name with pleasure.

Laying back on his elbows isn't good enough; he moves to sit up - moving slightly further from her, but it is a better 'perch' for him, drawing his legs up so that he can wrap his arms around them, elbows resting on the outside of his knees and chin resting on his folded hands.

It also allows his wings to be free, as he watches her. Studies her every movement, every motion. Making note of what brings her the greatest pleasure.

[brave_kreyu]

She notices she has his attention now, can see him change position through half lidded eyes. She rubs her breasts, kneads them, her nipples firming up from growing arousal.

She accidentally brushes a finger across a nipple, makes a small sound of pleased surprise. "Yes. oh yes."

One hand drags down her stomach, slow and teasing while the other keeps stimulating her breast.

[27_53]

When she makes the sound of surprise, Skellig shivers, a hard shudder running down his spine.

She may not be touching him, but she's still turning him on, adding to his desire and want with every movement of her hand and fingers over her body. He is torn between focusing his gaze on the hand she has at her breast versus the one she is trailing down over her stomach, because he knows where that one is headed.

He huffs, a pleased sound, smirk growing on his lips.

[brave_kreyu]

His huff makes her shiver as one hand moves to her other breast and the other strokes her inner thigh. "Such a tease," she tells imaginary Skellig. Then her thumb runs across her clit and she moans, loud. "Yes, yes Skellig. Need you to touch me like that."

Her breath comes faster and she makes little whimpering noises of pleasure as her thumb circles her clit. She tilts her head back, as if to offer more of her neck to someone standing behind her.

[27_53]

His attention shifts behind her - briefly picturing himself standing there, his hands wrapped around her breasts and his mouth pressing lingering kisses to her throat as she offers herself up to him, asking for 'more, please more'.

Shifting his jaw, he allows his chin to fall to rest on his knees, one hand sliding between his legs to touch his cock, stroking lightly - while he said he was simply going to watch her, he never made any claims about not touching himself.

"Love touching you," he mutters, voice thick. "Love feeling the way your skin jumps under my fingertips."

[brave_kreyu]

She notices his voice first, the sound of it makes her moan. "Going to jump under your fingertips plenty tonight," she replies, her own voice thick. The hand that was on her breast drags across her rib cage, her skin jumping under her fingertips.

Then she sees him touching himself and her breath catches in her throat.


She adds another finger to the one circling her clit. "So wet already," she exhales a deep breath.

[27_53]

"Wet enough for me to drive my fingers into you, make sure you're ready for me to lay you back and take you as my own?"

(It's mingled statement; a question, a suggestion, a promise, all mixed together.)

"Or do you need more?" Now he's teasing her, with his voice. "Do you want me to touch you until you're right at the brink of release, then take you as my own? Lay claim to my dragon?"

[brave_kreyu]

She WHINES in want, in pleasure, at his questions. "More, please MORE." She slips a finger inside of herself, strokes.

[27_53]

Skellig exhales again, though this time there is a definite hint of a growl in it as he watches her touch herself, working his hand over his cock in time with her motions, his arousal growing eagerly. He wants her. Wants to touch her, but not just yet...

"I want you ready for me," he says. "I want you so very close, so very wet--" He moans, a little breathless, before he shifts his body forward, moving onto his hands and knees now in front of her. Stalking. Waiting to pounce. "You've already made me come twice. Do you think you can make me come a third time?"

That might be a challenge.

[brave_kreyu]

"Yes, yes, want you to come inside of me again," she gasps. She adds a second finger, bucking her hips against her hand like she's riding him.

She adjusts her gaze to meet his and her eyes are violet again. He can hear all the little noises her fingers make as they slide in and out of her, the little gasps, the breaths that catch, her thundering heart.