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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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.

"It has been...a large amount, in short time...yes," he admits. "But Kreyu, I...I know my memory is fogged and it has always been that way, but there has never been another like you who has taken such care with my heart."

He returns the kiss, equally gentle.

"I cannot even find a hint of a love like yours, no matter how deep I search within my soul. And I know if there was one, I would be able to find it. You...you are special to me. You accept me for what I am, even if...even I do not fully know what I am."

A man, an angel, a beast, an owl. Something like that.

"But I know who I am. I am Skellig. And I am yours."

Kreyu isn't sure how old Skellig is, but even if he ages as quickly as a human....

"I should not have been the first to take such care with your heart. There ought to have been MANY," she tells him, voice slightly sorrowful.

She laughs softly. "A young, foolish, dragon uncomfortable with the worship her brothers take as their due has no business laying claim to such a treasure." She caresses his face softly. Her smile turns wry. "But I would keep you, covetous creature that I am."

"You may think yourself young and foolish..." Skellig tips his face into the touch of her hand, relishing in the contact. "And maybe, you are in some ways correct. But you have a good heart, Kreyu. And a good soul. Kind, and full of Light."

His voice is soft, earnest.

"It is one I am happy to be kept by." And then he laughs, a slight glint in his expression. "One I am proud to be coveted by."

Her heart, her soul, is full of joy at his words. "You say the sweetest things, Skellig."

Another soft kiss, and her eyes are growing heavy. He's so warm, feels so good curled up like this. Her blinks will get longer and longer until she dozes off for a nap.

It is not long after she dozes off that he joins her in a nap, comfortably intertwining her body with his.

After a few hours, he wakes before she does, and carefully untangles himself from her limbs - she protests a bit, but doesn't wake fully. He moves silently in the early afternoon sun, scratching an arrow into the sand near the blanket - pointing towards the direction of the beach.

And then he goes for a 'swim' - though for him it is more wading in the sheltered area of the cove, keeping his wings out of the water as much as possible - washing the sweat and sex off of his skin, the sand out of his hair.

After finishing, he walks back up the beach, returning to their blanket, still dripping wet from his skin and hair - his tan is improving, he thinks to himself, with each day spent in the desert sun...

Kreyu wakes up while he is returning to their blanket. She looks at him like he is quite the loveliest person she's ever seen.

"I am thinking very wicked things, when I look at you," she tells him. She stretches, limbs and wings both. "Dreadfully wicked."

He might be puffing his chest up a little, cocking his head to the side just so, to allow better angulation of his jaw in the dappled sunlight...

"Is that so?" He asks, all innocence in his voice.

Skellig looks himself over, up and down, then looks back at her, before shaking off his wings behind him - careful not to get her (really, their blankets) wet with any droplets.

"Perhaps while we are foraging, you can tell me of them."

"Perhaps," she allows. "Or I might let them sit and simmer for a while, for later."

"The island's quite rocky, difficult to traverse, but we both have wings." She grins. "Looks like a fair stretch of woods right up at the top of this cliff. Could be all kinds of tasty things in there."

She leaps skyward for a few hard wing beats, then alights at the top of the cliff.

There are wild greens growing at the edge of the trees that she makes a pleased sound upon finding. There are even flowers in sunset colors blooming at the edges of the forest.

Kreyu inspects the greens carefully, looking for choice specimens to show Skellig.

Skellig is following along carefully as she inspects things and paying close attention to what she's looking at - after all, he does want to learn what they can eat safely, and what to avoid - but he makes note of the flowers, his heartbeat briefly quickening at the idea that pops into his mind of gathering some for her.

(That is what men do for their lovers, he thinks? It is at least what birds do, to decorate their nests...)

But he will get those perhaps on their way back, when she is not looking...

"I know the kelp from the sea is edible," he offers, as he observes her making selections. "But as far as these plants...I have no idea."

She smiles at him, oblivious to his potential plans re flowers.

"This one here is a wild spinach," she explains. She plucks a leaf, tears it in half, and offers one half to Skellig. "And this one here, I do not know what it is called, but it has a sharper, stronger taste." That one is also offered as a sample.

A mushroom pokes up from the ground near a tree. "That mushroom there, that one is deadly. You don't even want to touch it, if you can help it."

Skellig takes the offered samples and chews them - they taste like 'green' to him, so his opinion as far as if they are 'good' or not is limited, but at the very least he knows they are edible.

And he eyes the mushroom, nodding.

"I will avoid those."

He squints slightly, as if something is triggered in his mind, a memory.

"Do...some of them...cause you to see the unseen, if you drink them in a tea?"

"There are some that are said to open the mind to seeing the spirit world, to unseen things. Others say they just cause the mind to play tricks, perceive illusions. I don't know if either is true, or both."

"Given my power, seeing something that isn't there could be quiet hazardous to whatever is around me."

She frowns as they comb through the forest for mushrooms. "Technically, one CAN eat those, but they taste dreadful. If we were starving, perhaps."

"Ah, a bit of luck!" she says later. There are blackberries still on the vines, hidden among the thorns. She covers her arms in scales to protect them while she digs in for the treats. Once she's retrieved the little jewels, she presses one to his lips, still warm from the sun.

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