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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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.

"Won't stop," she promises, the spell carrying the words to his ears.

She works his stomach over with her mouth, teases his hip bones, lets him arch and buck beneath her to rub his cock between her breasts. Her hands wander his sides, his chest.

His ecstatic cry as he comes, spills his release over her breasts, is music to her ears. She keeps going until she's sure she's wrung every last bit of pleasure out of this release for him.

Then, she stills, just stays where she is and breathes.

It takes him a few moments before he can form a clear thought in his mind, then another few after that to translate his thoughts into words.

"First time...never...never done that before."

Drowsy and just a touch 'intoxicated' on the Light and Karma in his veins, in this space, he grins as he looks at her, reaching down to touch her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear.

"Afraid I've made a mess of you, my love."

She's clearly QUITE pleased and a little smug when he says he's never done that before.

"A bit," she replies. "You could help clean me up, if you wanted?" In several potential ways, judging by the look in her eyes.

One hand traces idle patterns on his thigh.

Seeing the pleasure and smugness in her expression causes his own grin to widen, just the barest hint of teeth flashing.

"I would be glad to."

He would like to hear her suggestions on how to do so.

The skin on his thigh is still sensitive and flushed, jumping beneath her fingertips.

She shifts her body to lay down next to him on the blanket, on her back. "You are rather fond of the taste of me, although this is no honey on my skin."

"There are also rags in the bag I packed, but that's all the way over THERE." It's...not that far.

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