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]

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[27_53]

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

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.

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[27_53]

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.

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[27_53]

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

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.

[brave_kreyu]

"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!

[27_53]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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?

[27_53]

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.

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[27_53]

"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?"

[brave_kreyu]

"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."

[27_53]

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[27_53]

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.