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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"Yes, would miss your voice," she agrees. "Want all of you." Her muscles relax under his massage, but tighten where he is licking and teasing.

The growl makes her shiver, makes the ache between her legs intensify. "You're being very thorough," she tells him, pleased. "But if you wanted more to touch, to taste, I'm VERY sure I could provide." Were Skellig a dragon, he could likely SMELL her arousal at this range, but she's not sure just how sharp Skellig's nose is.

His nose is not nearly as sharp as his hearing or his vision, but there are some things that can just be 'sensed' via other ways and means.

"I have had two days to picture you laid beneath me on this blanket, on this beach," he mutters, playfully. "While you devoured your prey...I was left to my own thoughts about all the ways I would devour you, here on this island, if you were to shift back to this form."

This winged goddess that he loves so much, laid out beneath him, her body reacting to his touch.

With one hand, he trails his fingertips over her knee, upwards towards her thigh, towards that ache between her legs.

"In my thoughts...I had you calling so loudly for me, your voice carried beyond the waves."

She shivers at his words, her heart picking up. "It seems as though it would be a shame to waste all that time you spent thinking," she replies, playful. "I think you should put those ways to the test, let thought become reality."

She gasps quietly, skin jumping as his fingertips move up toward her thigh. "I would have my voice carry as it did in your thoughts." Her eyes are dark. "Let every sailor and shore dweller on this patch of sea hear me call for you, hear my pleasure, my ecstasy. Let them carry tales to places far beyond this sea of a man who tamed a siren, made her cry out for him in pleasure rather than crying out to lure him to his doom."

"That would be quite the tale," he mutters, amused at the thought of more rumors and whispers moving through the underbelly of a ship. "To think, sailors fearing not only the siren who captured the man, but then fearing the man who had the power to tame her..."

He laughs under his breath, considering.

"Not that I would ever actually try to tame you," he admits, looking up at her as he allows his fingers to slide further up her leg, tantalizingly close to what she wants him to touch. "I find that I quite enjoy your...nature."

That raw, feral energy that crackles under her skin, the violet flashing in her eyes when she looks at him.

"Might not be fear they'd feel for him," Kreyu suggests. She's also amused at the thought of such tales. "Could be admiration for a bold and clever hero." OR envy for his sexual conquests, though given recent events she's not going to mention THAT.

Her breath hitches as his fingers slide so tantalizingly close. "Lucky for me," she replies, voice low. breathy. "That we fit so well together."

Initially he thinks to protest - no, I am the lucky one - but his mind quickly squashes that thought, replacing it with another: you are both lucky to have found each other.

"Admiration is not something I am all that used to." He kisses his way over her hip bones, allowing his fingers to tease her clit before slipping one inside her. The way she groans and arches closer to him is enough to make all the fine hairs on his body stand on end, and his grin widens. "But I do find I am learning to enjoy it."

Especially when it is coming from her.

"Yes"! she groans as his fingers go where she needs them to be, tease and slip inside of her. Her body arches closer to him, a silent plea for more.

"Will help you, learn. Want, want you to enjoy it." She bucks her hips against his hand, wanting, needing him to tease her clit, to move his fingers inside of her.

More is what she wants, and he is willing to give it.

With his free hand, he settles his palm against her hip, slightly pinning her down with light pressure - if she wants to arch and buck against his fingers inside of her, she's going to have to 'fight' him for it.

"I enjoy everything you do to me," he whispers truthfully, words carrying via that spell to settle at her ear. "The way you feel under my fingers, the way my fingers feel inside of you, the way you move against my hand when I tease you like this. That little hitch in your breath when I brush my thumb--"

He teases at her clit, as described, wanting to provoke her reaction.

She keeps her hips still for now, doesn't fight the pressure of his hand. The way his voice sounds like it's whispering in her ears is more erotic than she would have guessed, turns up the heat, the want.

He knows her so very well, as no one has ever known her before. Her breath hitches when he brushes his thumb over her clit. Then she whimpers in want, in desire, in pleasure.

Briefly he considers asking her, similarly to what she asked him earlier: what would you have me do to you?

Would she rather he simply use his hands and his voice to tease her to the edge, push her over the edge, fall into ecstasy and shout his name at the sea that rages past the rocks? Would she prefer he switch to his mouth and tongue, devour her as he has dreamt about the last two days?

It is clear she is turned on by the sound of his voice, from her reactions. So he continues his previous train of thought:

"--right there, that's it." He sucks softly at the skin over her hip, teasing circles with his tongue that match the motion of his fingers inside of her. "I enjoy the way your skin tastes on my tongue, the way we taste, mixed together..."

Either, both, would be her answer, if he had asked, if she could manage words at the time.

Her hips press up against his hand, just a little, as he sucks at the skin over her hip, teases with his tongue and fingers. She's getting louder now, whimpers and gasps and catching breaths. 'Yes. Taste. You taste so good," she growls.

"Please."

Words are hardly necessary, when she's as vocal as she is otherwise. Her growl is plenty 'directional' as to what she really wants him to do to her.

"As you said...it would be a shame to let go to waste..." his words are broken by kisses pressed across the top of her thigh, shifting further inward. "All that time I spent thinking...of tasting you..."

He shifts his body lower against the blanket, pulling one of her legs up to drape over his shoulder, shuddering as her calf grazes his feathers.

"Devouring you..." He doesn't withdraw his fingers from her just yet, merely adds his tongue to the mix of things.

The moan he drags out of her when his tongue teases her clit is relief, pleasure, and want all rolled up together. This, THIS is what she needed, his mouth and his fingers between her legs, winding the threads of pleasure tighter.

Her taste is familiar to him by now, intoxicating. Could he ever get enough of her taste? Of her pleasure? She writhes a little under his palm holding her down. She's trying to be good, be still, but it's so difficult!

His dragon, his winged goddess, begging him without words to worship her with his mouth, his hands. A pleasure and a privilege afforded to no other living being.

Could go to a man's head, something like that. EITHER head.

While he has been called many things before in regards to his self-confidence arrogant, jaded, cocky, bitter most have been negative, spoken by those who have not truly known him for who and what he is.

She is different.

His hand that is holding her down shifts to her side, allowing her 'freedom' to move as she would please against him, with him. Her moans send ripples of pleasure down his spine heat rising in his belly, inspiring him to work her over more intensely with his fingers and his tongue.

"Just this is making me ache for you," he whispers. "Can't wait to be on my back beneath you. Your hands in my wings. Begging you to touch me."

His hands and his tongue feel like heaven, make her writhe and buck with pleasure. The noises she's making now MUST be carrying over the water.

But his words, that he's aching already that he can't WAIT for what she's planning, that brings her close, so very, very close.

"Skellig!" she shouts, muscles trembling.

His name shouted from her lips like that is a massive turn on, and he rewards her handsomely for it - working her through the edge of her release, encouraging her cries and shouts of pleasure as she comes behind him - shorebirds scatter, loose rocks along the far side of the overhang crumble and fall to the sand below a safe distance away, and at the far edge of the horizon, sailors upon a passing ship pause, concerned for the sounds that suddenly come skipping across the water to their ears from the direction of the island they can only just barely see.

A warning! We should avoid that place!
There is danger there!
Sirens tempt us but we will not fall prey to their traps!

Once her body has stilled beneath his touch, he slides his way up her body, possessively wrapping his arm over her midsection and bringing his wing up to cover them.

"My Kreyu," he says firmly, pressing his mouth to hers.

She meets his kiss with her own, softer now that her need is no longer so overwhelming.

Oblivious to the rumors they've spawned, she cuddles him. "Yours," she replies.

"Should we rest a while, before I take you to pieces with pleasure? Would you have the stars over your head when you are crying out in ecstasy?"

Skellig sucks in a sharp breath when she mentions taking him to pieces beneath the stars, holding it in his lungs as the thought briefly overwhelms his senses. His voice wavers slightly (in a good way) when he speaks.

"I...I would like that, very much."

He exhales, cuddling closer.

"And yes, we should rest awhile." He nods softly. "And eat...perhaps after a rest, we could explore this island further, a bit?"

She smiles, pleased.

She loves cuddling with him like this. "We should. Now that I can be smaller and I'm less...feral, we may find some wild foods to supplement what we've packed and what remains of the whale."

"But right now, staying right here sounds so good." Curled up, feeling him, basking in his presence.

"You will have to teach me how to forage," he says. "What is safe, here. I am sure things are different than what I am used to."

Even though he does not really 'remember' what he is used to. And even if they do not intend to stay on this island forever, he knows there will be things in this world he will encounter that he will need to learn.

"And I wish to learn all I can from you, since I intend to stay by your side."

Her smile when he says he intends to stay by her side is a brilliant thing. "I'll gladly teach you all I can, about anything."

She shifts her body so he can more easily hear, feel, her heartbeat. "Foraging can be tricky, especially mushrooms."

"There are many things in the plant world which can cause strange effects," he agrees, settling his hand over her heart in her chest, using it to 'ground' him subconsciously. "Or cause harm."

He huffs a laugh, amused.

"Taweret spoke of a tea she brought with her, the first night she came to check on you. She was ready to offer it to me, in case she felt I needed to swim with the crocodiles. But she deemed me no threat to you."

Since they were cuddled together so closely, as they are now.

Kreyu looks worried, for a moment. "I'm glad she realized. I could have LOST you." She hugs him tightly.

"It didn't even occur to me that she might have worried you were a threat. Perhaps it was the echoes between us, or, or the depths of my want."

She laughs softly. "She had me sat down in her house within an hour of my arriving in the village for the first time. She must have seen how naive I was, how the young men looked at me, felt that she had to educate me on certain matters IMMEDIATELY." She flushes in embarrassment.

"I am grateful to her for doing so," he says honestly, moving his hand to trace idle patterns over her chest - in reality he is mapping the lines that follow her major blood vessels which carry her blood, her life throughout her body with each solid, strong beat. "And now that I am by your side, that will not be a concern any longer."

A subtle smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth.

"I believe it was word of the raid which we prevented...followed by the echoes between us. Once she realized I had allowed you to lay claim to me, and that you were safe...she felt comfortable." He sobers slightly. "I swore to her that no harm would come to you, so long as there was breath in my lungs."

And he has clearly proven that since.

"No," she agrees. "I have no need to search, for I have my heart's desire. And I am sure you will be a very effective deterrent of unwanted attention, should I require such."

"You have risked so much for me, in so short a time," she says, voice soft. She kisses him, gentle.

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