brave_kreyu | OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness? -Part Two

OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness? -Part Two

Kreyu intended to dance in the sky with Skellig the very next day, but events have conspired to prevent that from occurring. A raid on the village by former soldiers meant many wounded to heal and much damage to fix. Akatan's sister, Neferet, has a definite crush, an infatuation, with Skellig. She hasn't done anything but look and exchange some friendly words, but it still makes her brother FURIOUS.

For all that Euripedes was from a different time and place, a line he had Medea speak in the play of the same name still rings true: "I would rather stand three times in the line of battle than once bear a child." Even with Kreyu's magic, with Taweret's skill, childbirth is incredibly dangerous. There are reasons why Taweret's goddess image of She Who Is Great has elements of the hippo, the lion, and the crocodile, a fearsome appearance to drive off the many threats facing a woman giving birth. The second birth in a week began this morning and was still going on when the sun began to set. Not a good sign.

Skellig, trying to burn off nervous energy while Kreyu was working, happened across a few of the village men drinking. They said things about Kreyu they should not have said. That he was FEEDING on Kreyu, drinking her blood. There...may have been a fight. At least they don't think he's a demon anymore, you can't give a demon a black eye in a brawl with your fists!

It is truly night now, and Skellig can hear Kreyu's tired footsteps on the road...

(OOC: Warning for explicit adult content starting around tag 194.)

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His wings are not made for as much of this type of flight as hers are, so it takes him a bit of extra time to get back to her 'level' - which is no matter, as that just means he has more time to appreciate the view of her as she circles above him.

He might also cheat by calling on some of his ability to lighten himself, so that he is using less energy to catch her.

"That was not fair!" His voice is a bit rough, pitch changing and words cracking as his vocal cords are confused a bit by the sudden transition they just had to deal with. But there is delight in his words, even as he shouts them at her.

His spiral falls into time with hers, waiting and watching for the moment that he wishes to 'strike', to move in close, to catch hold of her. When he sees his opportunity, he shifts directions and takes it!

She laughs in delight when he catches hold of her, and she grabs him in return! She wraps her arms and legs around him, spreads out her wings so that they can spiral together slowly down toward the sea.

He'll feel how to hold his own wings to balance them out soon enough, if he wants to.

"You've caught me," she tells him, breathless and full of joy.

Adjusting his wings to hold the spiral 'steady' takes a bit of trial and error, but he gets it quickly enough.

Holding her close, he grins. He is paying no heed to the sea below them - they are plenty high, and he knows she would not let him drown even if they did fall into it.

"It seems I have!" A laugh. "Whatever should I do with my prize, I wonder?"

"I have a few ideas," she purrs. Her legs are around his waist, her arms around his neck, and she is more than close enough to kiss him, so she DOES.

Gentle, at first, but growing wild, HUNGRY, until she HAS to pause for breath.

It is that HUNGER of hers that gives him the most pleasure in this kiss, because even though she is far more powerful and wild than he could ever be, there are parts of him that awaken when the dragon shape of her soul is allowed to emerge. He can kiss her just as hard, until he is just as breathless, knowing that he will not hurt her.

With her body this close to his, it is almost automatic (familiar) as he he slides a hand between them and cups one of her breasts (the one which was struck by the arrow, the one he had his hands on in a much different manner only days prior) in his palm, kneading gently in the manner he knows brings her pleasure as he leans in to rekindle another wild kiss.

It is good to know that he can 'take' this, that she won't hurt him. That she can let this part of her self out to play and they will both enjoy it.

She moans as he kneads her breast, her legs tighten around his waist, pressing her most intimate places up against his cock.

"Mine," she growls the next few sentences between kisses. "Mine to please, to satisfy. Want to make you hard for me, straddle your cock and fill myself up with you. Then, just stay still on your lap, tease your wings with my hands, and see how long it takes until you come for me."

Their flight pattern is disrupted against during the middle of that string of kisses, her sentences and growl causing his focus to break from keeping them level as they are falling to an almost desperate NEED to kiss her until he feels his lungs scream for oxygen.

"Yours." Fierce and breathless. "Want you to claim me."

This part of her can come out to play and he will take it readily, gladly. A tiny voice in the back of his head protests a cautionary 'do not forget the other parts of your soul' but it is ignored as the more primal, basic parts of him take over.

He still isn't trying to balance or slow their fall. He doesn't care right now. He may have 'caught' her, but she has him trapped right now, and his mind has no concerns other than the feeling of her legs and arms and hands wrapped so very firmly around his body.

Kreyu will hold on to him, make sure he doesn't lose himself. Even feral as she is right now, she wants ALL of him.

She returns his kiss, as hungry as he is. But she angles her wings, slows their fall into flight. She CAN carry him like this, if she needs to.

"Will claim you, yes. Lair, our lair." By fate or luck, they were relatively close to the island when he caught her.

Once they get closer to the ground, his brain triggers a bit of an automatic response of 'you should be flying' but she has hold of him well-enough that he doesn't fight to break free of her grip to 'save' himself.

However, once her feet touch the ground, he raises an eyebrow as somehow, it is he who is caught in her 'grasp', while she stands upon the sand.

"...are you now going to carry me off to our lair to...consume me?"

He's definitely 'helping' to make himself lighter. He also definitely sounds hopeful.

"If you like," Kreyu purrs. She puts one hand under his ass, to better support him. She strides toward the campfire, decides it doesn't need tending. She shifts his weight in her arms to free up a hand, gestures at their blankets. A platform of light appears underneath the lowest blanket, providing a bit more cushion.

She straightens the blankets with another gesture, sets him carefully on the now softer blanketed platform. Her eyes are nearly glowing, a bright violet, as she kneels between his legs.

"Would you like me to give you a release with my mouth first, before I start on your wings?" she asks, voice husky.

Skellig sprawls on the blanket once she sets him down, very much a ravish me and do what you will expression on his face, his arms folded carefully behind his head.

"It would be wisest," he says honestly, glancing down at his cock - it's already evident that he is aroused from their 'flight' and the idea of her mouth closed around him, those violet eyes staring up at him only adds to it - before he looks up at her.

One corner of his mouth lifts into a devious grin.

"That way, later..." his hips lift slightly, already wanting, aching for her body around him "...while you are mounted on my cock with your hands buried in my wings, it will take much longer to bring me to release."

"An excellent point," she purrs. She stretches her body out over him, wings mantled, claims his mouth with a passionate kiss.

One hand teases his collarbones as they kiss, a light scraping of her nails, not enough to leave a mark.

As she stretches her body and moves over him, he shifts his hips beneath her weight to allow for the greatest amount of skin-to-skin contact below the waist that he can manage while she claims his mouth.

He groans, happily as she teases his collarbone.

"Amazing what you can do to me with just a touch," he mutters when they break. "I am so very lucky a creature to have found you."

She moans happily at the skin contact, pleased at his initiative.

She kisses her way down his neck, the hollow of his throat. "As lucky as I am to have found you," she says between kisses.

One hand teases a nipple. "You gave me the first release I ever had using your hands almost exclusively," she recalls fondly. "So I'm hardly the only one who's amazing with touch."

"We are both--" his breath hitches as she teases one of his nipples - never did he think that was a turn on for him, but she's proven him wrong about many things since he's been here. "We are both amazing creatures."

He's forcing his hands to stay behind his head for now, curling his fingers into his hair. While he wants to touch her, pleasure her - he is also greatly enjoying being the center of attention, and she is obviously more than willing to give it.

"Every time you touch me it is like...tiny sparks alight upon my skin." He rambles a little, breathing ragged as she hits certain places on his chest. "Stars, falling from above to sear across my soul. Feels so good."

She's so very pleased to hear him say that they are both amazing creatures. She wants him to believe in himself the way she believes in him.

"I would not have thought 'searing' a good thing" she muses aloud. Her mouth teases his collarbones, teeth scraping gently across his skin, tongue and lips seeking sensitive spots. Her hand caresses, teases his chest.

"You have already put your mark upon my heart," he replies without hesitation, sighing happily as she shifts her lips over his collarbones, trails her fingers down the center of his chest. "I would gladly wear it elsewhere with pride. Be it upon my skin for all to see. Or kept private, secreted away on my soul."

He truly means that.

"And you have left your mark upon mine," she tells him, meeting his eyes. "I don't know that a mark would stay on my skin, inked or scarred, when I change shapes. But I would try, for you."

She places butterfly kisses on his chest, almost not there at all, teasing.

He would easily get lost in those violet eyes, if she would allow it.

His skin jumps beneath her lips, anticipating her next 'move', relishing in the fine details of her touch.

"You are beautiful in your dragon shape," he says to her. "And I was happy to be close to you as I could be, last night beneath the stars. But this...I did not realize how much I craved this, until now."

She laughs, soft. "I began to crave this earlier, but the craving is even sharper, now."

She lavishes his chest with attention, from her mouth, her hand. Licking, sucking, scraping with her teeth, kissing. Trying to find every spot that drives him wild.

She sucks one nipple slowly, gently, while her thumb circles the other. She holds his gaze, violet eyes dark. She remembers that this drove him wild, before, made him beg for more....

Skellig has managed to somehow both keeps his hands to himself, and keep his gaze fixed upon her own, encouraging her (not that she needs much direction at this point, he's also more than willing to let her find his spots) with verbal direction and simple sounds of pleasure.

But this.

He exhales roughly, tipping his head back as his hips press upwards towards hers, having to break eye contact briefly with his focus moving to the trees above them, the sky endless beyond his gaze.

"I know now this is real, this space," he murmurs. "But if for some reason it was not, I would wish to make it so. Never...never have I felt this way."

This loved and protected, this safe and secure. This wanting and wanted, equal parts. He moans happily - there is no need for wards here to hide his voice, his cries of pleasure and passion. He is free to be himself, and he is glad of it.

"Nor have I," she whispers. The remnants of her spell from earlier carry the words to his ears, as if she's whispering there. His joy, his light is intoxicating.

Her mouth moves down to his stomach, licking near his navel, kissing her way across the muscles of his abdomen. DEVOURING, but in ways that bring only pleasure. By cunning plan or divine coincidence, her breasts press on either side of his erection as she teases his stomach with her mouth.

It is likely a little of both and he simply cannot handle his reaction as she sinks her mouth lower down his body - his hips rise to press against her chest, 'begging' for more, his cock already aching with want and need.

And with her voice at his ear (how is she doing that, he isn't sure, he doesn't care) whispering to him in that manner...

The muscles of his abdomen tighten as she teases him - he is strong and lean, and while he may not look as if he is built of stone...

"Kreyu," he begs softly, fingers twisting into the blanket beneath him as he rocks his hips against her. "Kreyu, please don't stop, that is...that is so good. You are so good to me."

She flushes at his praise, pleased. "Do you want me to put your cock in my mouth, love? Or should I keep doing this until you come outside of me?"

"Don't...don't stop this."

His tone is still a bit ragged (from his earlier 'squawks' during their airborne wrestling match) and his voice cracks as he speaks, still begging.

"Close...please don't, I am already so close." He draws one knee up, allowing his foot to get better purchase on the blanket beneath them, better align his hips. "I did not...never..."

He had no idea that this was so erotic, so pleasing. Her lips on his stomach, tongue teasing his hip bones as he arches and bucks beneath her, her fingertips exploring his chest and sides.

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