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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"They used to be plagued with constant pain," he admits. "But since I have found myself here in the desert, it has not been an issue."

His right hand has been completely fine since she took hold of it, bloodied in her own, immediately after he had killed the bandit within a few hours of his arrival. And his left has improved steadily, finding its 'peak' as he worked it over her body to repair her wounds, her blood soaking staining and soaking his skin.

He flexes his fingers, teasing her.

"Lucky for you."

There is a flicker of sadness in her gaze at the news that he used to be plagued with constant pain. But then he flexes his fingers, which washes it away in pleasure.

"Very lucky," she gasps, as his flexing fingers tease her clit and other sensitive places. "Couldn't, couldn't stand you being in pain all the time."

Her hips rock against his fingers. She's sliding more easily against him now that her body is more aroused.

Skellig presses his lips against her throat, his other hand shifting from her hair to her breast, teasing a nipple with his fingertips.

"No longer in pain," he promises. "Thanks to you."

With his kisses, he trails a pattern over her throat, her jawline, sucking lightly (not ever hard enough to mark, with the lack of clothes in this culture he is careful to not leave a bruise) and nibbling as his hands wander her body elsewhere.

Everywhere.

Lingering longer in those places that cause her to moan and shift against him, teasing extra at the spots that make her shudder and whimper.

"Good," she gasps, after he teases her nipple. And oh, his kisses, his sucking, his nibbling, and his hands make her feel SO GOOD! Make her moan, shift, shudder, and whimper loudly for him. She's putty in his hands, under his mouth, her pleasure his to mold and shape as he pleases.

Kreyu is quite convinced that Skellig is the most skilled lover to ever exist, and she won't be hearing arguments to the contrary!

Even without a range of experiences for her to compare him to - Skellig would take the compliment, and be quite smug about it. As it is, he can sense her pleasure and joy quite easily under his hands, her body arching towards his touches, asking and pleading with him for more of that.

Which he gives her. Building her up piece by piece, just to pull back slightly, let her catch her breath, create a greater want and need within her body.

"My beautiful dragon," he praises, once he has again worked his mouth back up to meet hers, his fingers now moving steadily now against her, in her - all in time with her motions against him. "My most fierce warrior."

His hand shifts from her breasts to her shoulder, toying at her exposed feathers she has close enough for him to touch.

"My beloved mate."

His praise, his words, do help the pleasure wind higher, tighter.

The fingers in her feathers, his calling her 'My beloved mate' are what finally tip her over, make her cry out in release, tighten around his fingers buried inside of her.

She's trembling a little as she comes down, but she's sated, relaxed, slightly sleepy.

"I've got you," he murmurs, allowing her to relax against him, her body sagging slightly as her muscles tremble. After a moment of allowing her to catch her breath, he shifts to stretch out on the blanket beneath them, her curled up at his side.

His fingertips will keep stroking patterns over her forearm until either she drifts off to sleep or he does, whichever comes first.

She sleeps soundly until sunrise, safe and warm in his arms.

The rising sun prompts her to shift a little, half way between awake and asleep. She's so comfortable, does she REALLY need to wake up?

Skellig is already awake when she stirs beside him - he had slept well for several hours, but had awoke before the sunrise, finding himself again drawn to stare at the stars above them.

Her words had echoed in his head, the memory met with feelings of safety, security, his body curled up atop her dragon shape, warm scales beneath him as he listened to the tales and stories she wove with her voice. Legend and truth, sometimes intertwined...

...like they are now.

He is not tired, but does not move to wake her further, content to listen to her heartbeat and her breath, feeling both against his skin as she dozes beside him, the sky painting itself a splendid array of colors as he watches the horizon beyond the rocky shore.

The sun is fully up over the horizon by the time her eyes open. "Morning!" she greets him. She stretches those parts of her not entangled with him slowly.

"Packed some dried fruit and nuts that we can have for breakfast, rather than trying to forage."

"Good morning, my love."

As she stretches her body, it allows him to do the same - he is pleasantly comfortable in this space, which for several days sleeping on the ground - even with the added 'cushion' to this blanket - is impressive, for his body. "Wise of you to plan ahead, to save us time on our return journey."

He presses a quick kiss to her temple.

"You slept well?"

"I did," she replies. "Did you sleep well?"

She spies the flowers Skellig picked for her, the shells and stones, and she smiles. "Eating the fruit and nuts will leave more room in the pack for mementos."

"I did," he confirms, yawning happily as he stretches once again - his stomach growling at the thought of 'food', though he follows her gaze to the small pile she is looking at.

He glances at her.

"You would wish to keep all of them?" He asks, clearly a little surprised - and touched at what he suspects will be her answer.

Kreyu blinks in surprise at his question. "Of course, YOU gave them to me."

"They will make fine additions to my hoard." She pauses. "Well, I would have to dry the flowers for them to last and even then they would be so fragile, but the stones and the shells will keep."

Skellig practically beams when she confirms - of course, YOU gave them to me - and presses a delighted kiss to her cheek, not caring that the energy surge he just took upon himself has made him look briefly like a fool.

"I will make a habit of keeping fresh flowers when I can find them," he promises.

And her hoard of rocks and shells will definitely be growing, now.

Kreyu is pleased with the kiss and more delighted with his happiness.

"I would like that."

Breakfast is simple, Almonds and dried dates with spring water. Kreyu carefully packs everything away, helps Skellig remove the evidence of their presence.

She resumes her dragon shape, casts the spells they used on the trip out here. It should be an easier journey back, more sedate.

Without having the urgent need to hunt for prey, Skellig allows his senses to focus on other things as they make the journey back from the island towards the mainland, then following along the river. They are still high enough that no human eyes could gaze upon them, and he relishes in the stillness, taking in the view.

(At one point, he might even fall asleep, warmed by the sun and kept safe in the 'bubble' she has created to ensure he does not get cold, does not run out of oxygen, is not hit by fierce winds as she glides through the air. Though he would never admit to it outright.)

Once they have landed far from the outskirts of the village, he offers her back her kilt, his own in place prior to starting their trip home.

"I should be able to keep any prying eyes from us easily enough," he says as they begin to walk, taking her hand in his. "I could go to fetch Taweret, if you would like to speak with her once we return?"

(He would keep his presence discreet, of course. He realizes there is still grief within the walls, and there could be fresh rumors, though he truly hopes not.)

"That would be lovely, if you could," she tells him.

There is grief in the walls, still, although they hear no new rumors as they make their way home.

The karma within her home is a welcome she will never tire of.

"I will begin putting my new treasures away, while you fetch her." And finding something to put the flowers in.

"So long as she is at home, I will return shortly."

Skellig also notices he can sense the karma better than he had before, now that their connection has changed. But he doesn't mention it. He presses a kiss to her cheek before setting off, tracing his previous path.

More villagers are out, he sidesteps them easily, using his power when needed to cause distraction. He believes (based on sound) that Taweret is home this afternoon, and alone... but still, he knocks.

"Come in," Taweret calls. "The door is open."

Taweret is visibly relieved when she sees him. "Thank She Who Is Great," she says. "I had hoped you would be back today."

Unsure of just what exactly Kreyu had told Taweret they were going to be up to while gone away, Skellig simply nods.

"She is well," he says. "Quite well, actually. She would wish to have you come visit her, when you have a chance. I told her I would fetch you now that we've returned, to keep up the appearance of her recovery."

He pauses.

"I thank you again for...everything."

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"I would be glad to come and visit right now."

Taweret pats Skellig gently on the hand. "You are most welcome, dear."

By the time they get back, Kreyu has found a container to put the flowers in and has the gear put away, although the rocks and shells are still all together in a pile.

"Taweret, it is good to see you!"

Skellig notices the flowers in the container, and he smiles broadly to himself - letting Kreyu and Taweret greet each other. After all, it was just a few days ago that Kreyu was clinging to life upon the midwife's table, and even though he had healed her...she's looking much better, now.

He decides on pouring beer, enough for all of them.

They catch up a bit while Skellig pours the beer.

"I am so very relieved to see you well, my dear, but I would imagine you'll want to be off again as opposed to playing invalid for the next few moons?"

Kreyu laughs. "You know me too well, Taweret. Yes, we have some tentative plans. Is there anything you need from Amikaya, other than the usual?"

"Just the opium, if you can get it. Everything else, I can make do."

The batch of beer Kreyu had fermenting when they left is...not in a good way, judging by the color. But the earlier batch is still good!

Skellig makes certain to choose the good batch of beer to pour from. The second is...definitely going to simply be fertilizer, at the state it looks.

"I have faith we would be able to find most of what you'd ask for," he offers as he passes over a mug to each of them. "Between her knowledge of the city, and my senses."

A helpful shrug.

"It would be the least we could do, to repay your kindness from the other day." Yes, he still feels a debt is owed.

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