brave_kreyu | 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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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."

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"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.

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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."

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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."

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"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."

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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."

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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....

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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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?"

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"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.

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"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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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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Skellig looks over at the bag, which could truthfully easily be reached by just a bit of a lean and stretch. He pretends to consider his options, sighing (extra) dramatically, as if his choice is such a hardship.

"Leaving this blanket would mean getting sand upon my skin," he muses. "And I am in no mood to bathe in a cold stream, at the moment."

So, it's decided. He shifts his weight onto one side, haphazardly throwing an arm and a leg over her - pressing his lips to her shoulder, her collarbone. Gentle kisses to start. His tongue will get its chance momentarily.

"So I will clean up my own mess."

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She makes a pleased noise deep in her throat as he presses his lips to her.

"So kind of you," she replies, eyes dark with want. She tilts her head back, lets him kiss anywhere he pleases. She's rather aroused already from taking him over the edge, so even gentle kisses make her shiver with want.

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Up and down either side of her neck and throat, across her collarbones, above the curve of her breast - he kisses slow and tenderly, teasing her and drawing out every little motion in a way that he knows will drive her nuts.

"It is the least of many things I could do for you, in return for the pleasures you have given me."

The taste of her skin and of his release is something different, but not unpleasant, not with the way it gives her pleasure - he laughs low against her skin as he elicits a particularly strong reaction from her, his tongue circling one of her nipples, toying and teasing.

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She soaks up his attentions, every little motion and sound she makes a clear sign to him of how she is enjoying this.

She laughs too. "Can't help it if your mouth feels so good on me," she tells him, voice low and breathy.

(And she might be pondering where to ask him to put his mouth, his hands, after he's done cleaning up. Should she come yet, though? She wants to be aroused enough to have him inside her of her, later, while she explores his wings, but he'll need to be hard for that... So many decisions to be made.)

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He might cheat, moving one of his hands to begin massaging the muscles of her forearm and bicep, her shoulder, as he intensifies his efforts to lick and kiss every inch of her skin clean that he can reach.

"Another way we are equals. I would have your mouth on me always, if it did not mean I would miss your voice in my ears."

He nips playfully at her ribcage (is there mess this low? not really, but he wants to be extra certain he has not missed anything) with a growl.