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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[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.

[27_53]

It's the shift of her eyes that does it, and he swiftly moves (too quick to be entirely human, he's definitely borrowing some of his avian agility) to tackle her, mindful still of her wings and the position of her legs and arms, somehow readjusting their bodies to fit on the bed without either of them falling off.

(It's close at one point, but he doubts either of them would care if they hit the floor.)

And his mouth is on hers, hard, possessive as he pins her underneath his weight, sliding his hand between their bodies, his fingers replacing hers inside her, stroking eagerly.

She wanted more?
She's going to get it.

[brave_kreyu]

She meets his kiss with her own, every bit as hard, as possessive. She moans, loud, when his fingers slip inside of her. (He can feel how wet she is, how much she WANTS.) Her hips buck against his hand, driving every stroke of his fingers deeper.

The noises she's making as she kisses him are obscene, full of want and need. The fingers that she had inside of her, still wet with her arousal, find his cock, stroke him. If he wants to come a third time, she's determined to give it to him.

[27_53]

He's already hard enough that he could take her, but he isn't going to stop her from touching him, not when her hand feels that good on his cock and she's kissing him like that, bucking her hips against his hand.

The only time he stops kissing her is when his lungs scream for air; he breaks away (mildly frustrated at himself) and presses his mouth to the side of her neck beneath her ear, nipping with his teeth hard - enough to leave a faint mark without actually breaking skin.

(She'll be able to hide it with her hair, if she so chooses to do so.)

"My mate."

[brave_kreyu]

The nip makes her gasp in the moment, its sharpness a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. "Yours," she tells him. (The mark is going to fuel some nasty rumors, but neither of them know that yet.)

"Want you," she gasps. Her strokes on his cock become quite insistent, as do her movements against his hand.

[27_53]

His movements to adjust their bodies are much less nuanced and delicate than their previous encounters, but he is still careful (even as turned on as she is, with how desperate she wants him and how eager he is for her, he would never willingly cause her any pain) with pulling her closer to him. He trades his fingers for his cock and enters her, allowing her to rise and shift against him until he feels as if she's comfortable, wanting more from him.

(Her neighbors have no idea how lucky they are that she warded the walls against sound escaping, because neither of them are bothering to even attempt to stay quiet.)

[brave_kreyu]

She moans when he enters her, wraps her legs around him. "Make me feel so GOOD," she gasps in his ear.

She does want more soon enough, violet eyes wild and dark with want. She shifts her body to coax him to thrust in and out of her, to give them both what they want so much.

[27_53]

All he wants is her, and since she is readily giving herself over to him, to pleasure, to ecstasy - he is more than willing to respond in kind, giving everything of himself.

His kiss, his touch, his rhythm one that matches what she is asking him for.

All he wants from her is for her to find her release, her pleasure, wants to feel her come beneath him and around him.

[brave_kreyu]

It's not long before he gets what he wants, feels her body tighten around him, feels her tremble with her release as his kiss swallows the sounds of her ecstasy.

The violet starts to fade from her eyes again as she comes down, as she clings to him.

[27_53]

They're still not 'even', but he feels better about bringing her to climax, allowing his own control to slip once again within a few seconds of her body pressing eagerly towards his, her tremble enough to drive him over the edge himself.

(While his 'stamina' may be better than that of a standard human, he is still subject to the limits of his body, and he is completely and utterly worn out - in a very, very good way.)

He likes the way she clings to him, and he doesn't bother to change that as he settles on the bed with her - though this time, he is doing a bit more of the 'sprawl', content with his treasure, his prize.

"...don't think I'm gonna be up for a fourth anytime soon," he teases quietly, pressing light kisses to her shoulder.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs softly. "Nor I," she relaxes into his kisses. "I am utterly exhausted, but I enjoyed every bit of it."

"Might just fall asleep on top of you."

[27_53]

"I would never complain of that."

A low laugh.

"Unless of course, you are in your dragon shape...but then I still do not think I would be in any shape to complain in that instance either."

[brave_kreyu]

"You wouldn't," Kreyu admits. "But I have excellent control over my shape, so you need not fear an accident."

She snuggles closer, feeling so very sleepy and sated.

[27_53]

Skellig strokes a hand over her hair, settling it behind her ear, and then snuggles his body in as close to hers as he can manage in this space.

"I do not fear you," he reiterates, pressing his lips to her skin once more, before sighing. He is already drowsy and so very comfortable. Sleep will not be difficult to find, in this state.