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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"As do I. Including the wonder that is you."

"Travel might be prudent. My body is healed, now, but a human would take a LONG time to heal naturally from an arrow wound." She laughs. "I fear having to play the invalid at home would drive me stir crazy in short order."

"Given the...circumstances, I think no one will question my not taking visitors while I recover, or you staying so close to me that YOU are not seen either."

"I would not mind playing the part of the doting caretaker, but...you are likely right about going stir crazy." He laughs. "I cannot imagine you remaining bedbound for any length of time. And Taweret would help to cover our absence from the villagers, I'm sure."

Skellig knows there would be questions, but he also knows that the midwife is very smart and she has likely dealt with many things more difficult than explaining why someone has not been seen as they recover from injury.

"Where would you like to go?"

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"Amikaya, perhaps," she muses. "A city on the sea at the mouth of the river. Could pick up some supplies for Taweret there too."

Though even the 'city' will be far smaller than the cities Skellig remembers.

"There are also rumors of a lost city relatively near to our village. Rumors that a dragon was seen there." Kreyu pauses. "Though it would be wise to check in with my brothers before going there. If the dragon is who I THINK it might be..." She trails off, there is fear there, remembered pain.

When she trails off, his hold on her tightens slightly - as if to remind her that he is still here and he will still protect her (even though he knows against another dragon, he would likely be rather useless) - and he presses his lips to her neck.

"Would you have me also meet your brothers, or would you prefer to do that alone?" There is no fear in his voice, merely curiosity. "I would not wish to leave you, but I would understand if there are things I am not welcomed to do."

Just like any relationship, sometimes things must be done where the other simply cannot be there. Even if Skellig will find it very difficult to let her be without him, after coming so close to losing her completely.

"I should not need to leave you," Kreyu replies. "Dragons who are broodmates can speak to one another mind to mind. My range is great enough that I should be able to reach Elihu from our home."

She flushes. "I have been...avoiding speaking to either of them. They were not pleased with my choices, and I have feared being scolded like a foolish child."

"I do not know what it is like, to have siblings," he admits. "I have seen it enough, in passing, to understand the dynamics...though I imagine you and your brothers are likely...more complex."

They have reached higher, come to 'top' of one of the outcroppings of this island, and he carefully turns to use the updrafts to his advantage, a slow circle as his eyes scan the darkness below them.

(With the distance from land, there are not many other mammals here, no real 'prey' to speak of that would be worth hunting.)

"You should speak to them," he adds, though it is not judgmental. "I wonder...would they have been able to sense your wounds?" Another thought, a brief concern - would her brothers be able to sense the grip which Death had upon her, before Skellig had worked to push Them back and release Their grasp? "Or is that something you will have to tell them yourself?"

"More set in our ways, perhaps."

Kreyu shivers. "I do not think they would sense that, no. They did not know when the dragon Heka....took his time, killing me." Kreyu shoves those memories away.

"I would be afraid to tell Revenen, his temper is as fiery as his nature, and he might decide that killing the perpetrator was not enough."

Skellig huffs - though it is partially as if to show his agreement, that Akatan did not receive 'enough' punishment for what he did to her. "I did not let him off easy," he mutters quickly, voice a bit rough as the memory of the man scrambling and begging on his hands and knees flashes through his mind.

But that is not what he wants to think about right now.

That memory gets shoved aside, similar to that of Heka...

"If they would not have sensed it, then there would be no harm in keeping the details sparse," he continues, redirecting his attention to their flightpath - the far side of the island beckons. "We would go to the lost city, if it is safe to do so."

Kreyu would worry more about Revenen taking out his temper on Akatan's family members.

"There might be things there that could be put to better use in service to the living. If we are lucky, perhaps even an item like my necklace."

Kreyu's emotions brighten at the the thought of treasure. Dragon.

"I would go with you to gather things," he cheerfully says. "To add to your hoard."

Her brightened emotions easily ripple across his senses, and he laughs almost automatically, pleased. So pleased, in fact, he drops a shoulder with delight and sends them into an easy barrel roll.

And if that just means he has to hold her closer to him, to 'make sure' she doesn't fall?

There's no telling where his hands might end up.

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Kreyu laughs with glee as they go into a barrel roll. And she doesn't mind WHERE his hands end up, honestly. He could put some fingers INSIDE of her, if he wanted to!

"There's, there's a piece of jewelry in my hoard that would fit you," she begins. "It would be safer for you to wear it than I, since you can't change shape and ruin it by accident."

"Oh?"

His interest is piqued, but that doesn't distract his focus from their spiral - or from his hands as he cups her breasts carefully, his lips wandering to press against the skin at the base of her ear. He can sense her want, her excitement, and he wants to give the dragon what she desires...

"Tell me about it," he says, as they exit the roll.

She moans softly at his hands on her breasts, his lips near her ear. He's going to get her all hot and bothered when she can't do anything about it, at this rate.

"An armband, gold, about as big around as one of my fingers. Inset with a feather pattern in lapis lazuli, a blue stone with gold flecks. Not YOUR feathers, but I think it would suit you."

"I would gladly wear it, if you would offer it to me," he says. He has so very rarely gotten 'gifts' from anyone, of any sort - so to get one from her, and a valuable one at that, is an exciting concept. "I would like that."

They are nearing their campsite once more, and once his feet hit the sand, he does not immediately release her from his grasp - his hands are still on her breasts, her body close to his.

"I thank you for flying with me," he says honestly. His heartbeat is strong, and she will feel the confidence in his posture, the steadiness in his voice. "I...I fear I would not be up to lay with you again tonight, but I would gladly bring you to pleasure, if you desire it."

After all, he has been a bit of a tease.

She's very pleased when he says that he would like that.

"I would gladly fly with you any time," she replies. "I quite enjoyed it."

She shivers under his hands. "Please. I would like that," her voice is a little rough.

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"I was hoping you would say that," he growls playfully, turning her to face him, a little bit possessive in the motion as he leans in for a kiss.

Coaxing her to wrap her arms around his neck, he easily lifts her off the sand into his arms - ever the 'conquering hero' as he carries her back the short distance to their camp.

He might stumble a time or two (distracted by her mouth on his, breaking only when he has to ensure he won't trip over a rock or divot) but he does not fall, does not drop her - using his heightened senses and 'cheating' to keep her light and secure against him, held in his arms.

Kreyu doesn't mind the possessiveness, not at all. She kisses him, wraps her arms around his neck, presses her body to his.

Her kiss is a passionate thing, tinged with joy. There is no fear in her, even when he stumbles. She trusts him not to drop her.

Their camp is as it was when the left, even the fire doesn't need tending right now.

Not having to tend to the fire is a good thing in this moment, as his focus is entirely elsewhere. On his dragon, and her hunger for his kiss, the thirst for his touch.

"Tell me," he breathes against her cheek. "What would you have me do to bring you to your release?"

Still holding her, one hand is already teasing at her hip, fingertips searching for sensitive spots along her curves.

She swallows hard. "I would have us kiss, while you pleasured me with your hands."

She's flushed, in the firelight. "But if you would like to try something else, I can be persuaded."

She is beautiful like this, skin lit with the glow of the fire.

"It worked well enough the first time," he reminds her (slightly smug), moving to sit carefully - pulling her with him and into his lap in a manner that will still allow his hands to access everything he wants to. "I see no reason to mess with what we know is proven."

Skellig then allows his fingers to tangle lightly in her hair, easing her mouth to his in another kiss - while his other hand slips between her legs, seeking her arousal and what he knows she really wants from him.

She laughs softly at his response. "It did indeed."

She kisses him hungrily, and moans softly when his fingers find her clit. She's in the early stages of arousal, but that just means he has more time to please her with his hands before she comes, right?

"Such clever hands you have."

"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!

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