OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness? -Part Two

[brave_kreyu]

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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[27_53]

"Avoid most all of the mushrooms...got it."

That is simple enough.

As he watches her shift her arms to become covered in scales, he nods, impressed. "That's quite a useful trick." He would have just fought his way through the thorns, and ended up bleeding with much fewer berries than she manages to collect.

The blackberry is perfectly ripe, and he makes a little sound of pleasure after she feeds it to him.

"Now those...those are very good."

[brave_kreyu]

She preens a little at his praise. "It is something I am very good at doing and that most dragons can't do readily. I could take almost any human or animal shape I pleased, if I wanted to expend the energy to do so."

And the sound of pleasure he makes shouldn't make heat coil in her gut, but it does. She may be planning on feeding him MOST of the berries.

"I think we've found most of what there is in this section at least. "Might be more to find along the shore."

She heads back the way they came, which would give him the opportunity to grab some flowers.

[27_53]

Skellig trails along a few steps behind her, allowing her to 'scout' the way - and then once they near the edge of the forest, he quickly selects several of the brightest blossoms, collecting the stems in hand - along with another interestingly colored stone along the cliff's edge.

He might use a bit of cheating to hide her attentions from the flowers, stashing them near their 'camp' before they head to walk along the shoreline where it is easy enough to do so.

Another piece of sun-dried kelp sits upon a stone, fresh baked in the sun - he cracks a piece of it into 'bite sized' bits with his hand, and offers a chunk to her.

"It is salty, from the sea," he cautions. "But has good flavor. It pairs well with the meat you left from the whale. I have also cooked it before, in soup." (Another memory, filtering through the hazy clouds that cover his mind.)

[brave_kreyu]

She takes a bite of it, intrigued. "It's good," she says after she's finished chewing. "Maybe we should take some with us, when we go back. We can try to make a soup with it at home."

Not 'her' home, just 'home'. Because it's their home now, in her mind.

[27_53]

"I will be sure to gather enough to do so, before we return. It is best collected fresh and hung to dry, but on these rocks, it is clean enough."

Her wording is not lost to him, and he smiles broadly.

Home.

There are tidepools nearby, and while Skellig is not a huge fan of seafood, perhaps there is something that might work for her. However, his distraction is quickly caught by a glistening shell at the water's edge, and he hurries over to get it.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu's gaze is caught by his sudden hurry, and she follows quickly. It doesn't seem a 'trouble' kind of hurry, but she's curious.

[27_53]

Skellig has to fight an incoming wave that threatens to steal his 'prize', but with a victorious shout he grabs for - and emerges with - with a shimmering greenish-blue abalone shell, outer coating worn down by the waves to expose the colors underneath, hints of purple and pink also visible.

"Now this --" he turns and looks at her, and presents it to her proudly. "Is what I was looking for earlier."

[brave_kreyu]

"Oh, it's lovely! Thank you."

She takes it very carefully, then stands slightly on tiptoe to kiss him.

[27_53]

The kiss is a welcome 'reward' for the gift, though truly none is needed to be given. But he returns it, happily.

"What else do you think we could find along the shoreline," he asks, once they break and resume walking. "That could be of use?"

[brave_kreyu]

"I don't think the tide's in the right position for us to find many shellfish."

The sun is getting lower in the sky. "We might want to head back with what we have and start working on dinner."

Kreyu is already idly turning over meal prep in her mind, washing the produce they've gathered, cooking methods.

[27_53]

"I am not fond of shellfish," he admits. "But it would not bother me if you ate them."

Walking back towards their 'camp', he stops to gather more driftwood along the way when he finds particularly good pieces that are dry and will burn well. There is also a feather, from a random shorebird, which he tucks behind one of his ears to keep it safe as they walk.

And a few more shells.

"What would you have me do?" He asks, as they return - acting nonchalant and innocent about the flowers which he has gathered, and are laid upon the flat rock he had been using as a 'table' for himself. She will notice them.

[brave_kreyu]

"Anything you think would help. The fire will probably need fuel, things will need to be washed, meat cooked."

She notices the flowers. "I, were those there before?"

[27_53]

Slightly sheepish, he shrugs his shoulders.

"I gathered them on our way back from fetching things from the forest." The wood he's collected is left in the pile he started a few days ago, and the new shells are added to the ones he's got saved aside on another rock. "They remind me of the sunset. And of the way your skin glows, when the sunlight moves across it."

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes in pleasure. "Thank you. You'll spoil me, bringing me all these gifts." She touches them so very gently.

"Do you want to tend the fire while I wash what we've collected?"

[27_53]

Moving to tend to the fire, he grabs a longer stick to stir at the coals, breaking down the bed in preparation for adding fresh fuel.

"You are welcome," he says, also slightly flushed - though it is more from a nervous sort of energy, a mix of emotions that are a bit unfamiliar warring with each other in his mind and in his heart. "It...spoiling you is not a bad thing." (And he doesn't think that she feels that way, he just struggles with his words for a moment.) "You...you are my mate, it is just...right."

That is a very, very basic and broken down way of saying I love you and I want to spoil the hell out of you so get used to it but it is what he can manage for the moment.

[brave_kreyu]

It might be basic and broken down, but she understands it. She smiles brightly. "Then we'll spoil each other, when we can."

Once the greens are washed, they'll wind up getting wrapped, uncooked, around thin slices of whale tenderloin seared on hot rocks by the fire. The berries are fine just as they are, and she takes a certain pleasure in feeding them to him directly.

She's leaning against him as the stars start to come out, plotting exactly how she plans to drive him to ecstasy.

[27_53]

He is completely and utterly relaxed in this moment, her body leaning against his as they sit together by the fire. And while the majority of his mind believes that this is real, this place he has found himself called to...a small portion is still unsure, and thinks that perhaps he has died.

He is not religious. Does not believe in any one god or pantheon.
But if this is heaven, if this is the afterlife, or wherever 'good' souls end up going...

He is grateful he ended up here.

Tracing delicate patterns on her skin with his fingertips, he is watching the stars pop out as the light fades, looking for ones she spoke to him about the night before. He knows she has 'plans' for him in her mind, but those are not his focus right now.

[brave_kreyu]

A real place, an afterlife, or could it be a dream? A long, STRANGE, dream, but one so sweet he would never want to wake from it? Who knows.

She hums as he traces patterns on her skin, enjoys the quiet with him. When the last of the daylight has faded, he can see some of the stars she spoke about the night before.

She kisses his neck, soft. "I would give you pleasure," she whispers in his ear. "Shall I slip behind you right here, coax your wings open, then find every sensitive spot I couldn't reach last time? Or would you prefer to lay on your belly in our bed, let me pleasure you there?"

[27_53]

"I would sit here," he says after a moment of consideration. He adjusts his positioning slightly, moving to settle on the blanket in front of her, his knees drawn up to his chest.

Carefully, he stretches his wings out - fully - allowing the muscles and tendons to flex, working any lingering soreness away. There are only a few patches on the wing where he tore the feathers out to cover her wounds, new pin feathers already growing in.

[brave_kreyu]

"So lovely," she whispers in his ear as she slips behind him.

She runs her hands over the leading edges of his wings, so careful, especially where the pin feathers are growing in. Then she works from the leading edges in, teasing fingers carefully under his feathers to find sensitive spots beneath.

The spell carries words to his ears still, regardless of where she happens to be working on him, so she keeps whispering. "So soft, quiet feathers, for a silent hunter." She's meticulous, thorough, as if she wants to find EVERY spot that gives him pleasure.

Whispered words of praise, for his soul, his heart, his mind, his body, arrive at his ears as she explores every bit of the 'back' of his right wing, strokes, teases, rubs, to build his desire higher.

[27_53]

There is a healing power in her touch, which when combined with the words she whispers as she touches him, works her fingers through his feathers, across the thin layer of skin that covers the bone and muscle beneath - works to not only heal him physically and to bring him pleasure, but also to soothe his soul and mind.

(It has been a very long few days, and there are still cracks beneath the surface.)

A particular spot near a joint causes his breath to catch when she strokes over it - a positive sound, a bit of surprise.

"You are so good to me," he murmurs, folding his arms across his knees and bowing his head to rest his chin, exposing more of his back to her.

[brave_kreyu]

She teases that spot near a joint again, looks for its kindred elsewhere on the wing. "Want to be good to you," she whispers.

"Good to you in every way." She brushes her lips across the back of his neck where his head is bowed. Her left hand wanders across the part of his back that's newly exposed to her. She doesn't touch THOSE places on his shoulder blades that send a jolt directly to his cock. Those, those she's saving for....later.

[27_53]

He arches his back towards her touch, groaning softly when she rubs her hands over the muscles along the side of his spine - she isn't actively giving him a massage, so the pressure isn't as firm as it could be, which actually works better in this situation.

"Part of me still doesn't know how to react to being touched in ways like this," he says, sighing contentedly. "Not saying everyone has tried to hurt me, but...it's been a long time since I've felt this good being touched."

Shuddering when she hits a particularly sensitive spot with her lips on the back of his neck, his words break off, heat growing in his belly and a flush rising to his skin, which she will be able to feel under her hands. "...that's a good spot there on my neck."

[brave_kreyu]

Part of her grieves when he says 'Not saying everyone has tried to hurt me..', puts an emphasis on the word EVERYONE that isn't there in the way he spoke the words. But most of her is glad that NOW is better, for him. "I'm glad it feels good, now," she whispers.

She switches hands, putting her right hand on his back and exploring his left wing. "This spot?" she asks, breathing against his skin. Then, she licks that spot, light, quick, to see what happens.

Her right hand keeps working on the muscles along his spine, the left seeks out that 'good' spot she found near a joint on the right wing.

[27_53]

"Yes." Another hard, pleased shudder runs down his spine as her tongue runs over his skin, goosebumps breaking out over his neck and shoulders as she sets off all the right triggers in his senses. "That spot."

He's both melting under her touch and getting more aroused by the moment, doing his best to keep from squirming under her fingers - but it's obvious that he's losing the battle overall. His right wing flares slightly when she hits the spot near his joint, a pleasured groan escaping his lips.

"Wasn't sure you'd be able to drive me crazy with just my wings," he admits, though he's teasing a bit. "Clearly I was very wrong."