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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"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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brave_kreyu

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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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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."