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The lost city is carved into stone, even into the earth itself in places. A small oasis remains, and that's where Kreyu lands in her dragon shape, Skellig on her back.

An entire PRIDE of lions was asleep here, this place a den, but Kreyu's arrival sends them all fleeing in terror. THEY know who the most terrible predator in the area is quite well, thank you!

"A bit of luck. Nothing too big should be here, if they had made this place a den." They won't be back while they can still smell her scent.
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Date: 2024-04-19 11:47 pm (UTC)
27_53: (so over this)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
Even as much as he'd like to tease her, tempt her by lingering and just looking at her body...she is something he is unable to resist, especially in the state they are both in.

Skellig walks back over to the bed, crawling up beside her (still slowly) and settles, draping one leg over hers, his arm across her midsection, allowing one of his hands to join one of hers on her breast.

"If I were an artist of any sort, I would wish to capture your image with more than just my eyes," he admits, pressing his lips to her shoulder, his thumb caressing her nipple. "But I am not, so my eyes and mind will have to do."

Date: 2024-04-20 12:06 am (UTC)
27_53: (kiss)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
"I would kiss you for awhile," he responds. "Then we can decide where your mouth would travel next." (Or his, for that matter.)

Kissing is intimate, deeply personal, and something that Skellig enjoys very much on a basic level - especially when it involves her mouth on his, a give and take of control, shared breaths and quiet sounds of pleasure.

And with his ears 'off', his sphere of focus limited to just this room and their shared space (he trusts that this place is safe, because clearly she has made it such and he can sense the Karma that lingers in the walls) and it makes it all that much easier to pay his attentions to her with his mouth, lips, tongue.

Date: 2024-04-20 12:34 am (UTC)
27_53: (bedsprawl)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
He is tempted to reply with I am always ready for that but he does not, instead sighing happily as her lips graze his chest, her wing feathers hovering above their bodies.

"My body appreciates your attention to detail," he says honestly, allowing his head to tip back into the soft pillows of the bed, chest pressing upwards slightly to meet her kisses. And it is obvious with the fire burning in his chest, the heat spreading across his skin, that she is doing just that, making him ready for her.

Date: 2024-04-20 12:54 am (UTC)
27_53: (so over this)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
He is halfway to sitting at the end of the bed (he's moving slowly, simply because he's taking the time to watch her walk away from him) when she retrieves the cushion and her words filter into his brain.

His skin flushes deeper, and he laughs, low and husky.

"I would insist on your comfort above all else," he replies, cheekily as he finishes his move to the end of the bed, bringing with him a pile of pillows to rest his back against if he ends up needing to.

It is clear he is excited at the prospect of whatever it is she intends to do to him, from the light reflected in his eyes.

Date: 2024-04-20 01:16 am (UTC)
27_53: (looking at you)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
Her body language and her energy that she is radiating as she kneels in front of him is nearly as arousing as the feeling of her lips touching the inside of his knee, her fingers on his other. His stomach jumps, a shiver running down his spine, toes curling slightly.

Maintaining the eye contact is a bit tricky, but he manages.

"You will have to forgive the scars," he comments idly - there are none that are too awful (that she hasn't already noticed anyway) but his skin is littered with small faded ones, scratches and pockmarks that serve as evidence of time spent on the ground. There are nothing he is ashamed of, they are simply part of who he is.

(His memory stretches to recall how he got some of them, but it comes up hazed again.)

Date: 2024-04-20 01:34 am (UTC)
27_53: (resolute)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
It is taking him quite a great deal of restraint to keep from squirming wildly beneath her touch; as it is, he shifts beneath as she works her mouth over his inner thighs.

However, all his restraint breaks - briefly, his body jerking and his fingers clenching in the sheets beneath his hands - when her tongue flicks from her mouth and grazes his cock.

He also swears (pleasured) in a foreign language, words grunted from between clenched teeth. If she didn't know how good this was making him feel (because she most definitely knows) she might worry he was uncomfortable, but the underlying laugh in his breath helps with any of those fears.

"My dragon is feeling inspired this evening."

Date: 2024-04-20 02:02 am (UTC)
27_53: (resolute)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
Skellig shifts a little closer to the edge of the bed, his stance widening in response to her touch on his thighs. (He can see the violet in her eyes, and it only helps to further his want from his dragon's touches.)

She is driving him absolutely mad with pleasure, and she's barely just started with her mouth on him - he knows he's doomed. His grin in response however shows just how unworried he is.

"Love the things you spark in my body with your tongue," he whispers. "It's like lightning on my skin. Crackles."

Date: 2024-04-20 02:10 am (UTC)
27_53: (so over this)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
"That is wicked--" He sucks in a sharp breath, holding it briefly in his lungs before he exhales with a hint of a groan alongside. "--so very wicked and I, I love that. Love you."

Rambling is going to become more common, the more she works to tease him with her tongue - which she really is quite skilled with.

Date: 2024-04-20 02:25 am (UTC)
27_53: (not looking)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
It isn't too much, in comparison to some of the ways she has rapidly brought him to climax (and sent his mind into a hard reset) previously during their escapades, but it is a lot of stimulation. His self-control wavers briefly, and given the pleasured cry that escapes his mouth...it is good that there is solid soundproofing of these walls, and that any sounds that might escape will not cause nearly as much of a stir as they would in their village back home.

Here, they are expected and encouraged!

His heartrate quickens and his breathing increases to more of a pant, and he brings one hand up to allow his fingertips to brush her feathers, teasing softly (and grounding himself with something familiar).

Date: 2024-04-20 02:44 am (UTC)
27_53: (so over this)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
Skellig rewards her efforts with several other near-breathless cries, his voice nearly pleading at some points for her to keep doing what she is doing...which she does not.

He does not hesitate to growl playfully in 'frustration' as she backs off, even though he knows what she is wanting to do to him - and he also wants to make this last, let this wave of pleasure cascade over him for longer. He gets it, he truly does. But that does not mean that all the parts of his brain have to agree with it.

His muscles are well-defined in his legs, and he appreciates the attention they get - even before arriving in the desert, wandering on foot, most all of his travel has been under his own power. When one does not drive, and one cannot simply step sideways between worlds, or he has been unable to fly...he walks.

Sometimes, he just walks for the sake of it.

"I deserve this," he mutters, knowingly, as she flicks her tongue across his skin. "I cannot blame you for it."

Date: 2024-04-20 02:58 am (UTC)
27_53: (things i have seen)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
"Your hands in my hair are one of the things that arouses me the most," he points out. "I will have to let it grow a little longer, for you to get a better grip of it when my mouth is against your clit, teasing you to climax with my tongue acting as my cock."

He smirks, leaning back slightly.

"And that cushion you are kneeling on does match the other silks that you would ravish me on, as they match my eyes so well. I wonder what they look like in this moonlight, with my face between your legs, looking up at you?"

Date: 2024-04-20 03:18 am (UTC)
27_53: (resolute)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
"You make me wild with desire," he admits. "The passion your touch stirs within my soul brings out parts of me that I have not been able to access for...quite some time."

This is not a bad thing. Neither is the image that he now has in his own mind, of her body writhing beneath his mouth. It causes his own breath to catch, and he strokes his fingertips over her wings in response. He wants more of her touch, more of her mouth on him.

Date: 2024-04-20 03:38 am (UTC)
27_53: (not looking)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
Gasping for a breath, he bucks his hips beneath her mouth lightly before he groans, fingertips curling softly into her wings that are grazing over his cock in such a way that he did not think was possible to cause him this much pleasure, but it is.

(It does not take him nearly as long to get wound up as it did the first time, mostly because he hardly truly backed down from his earlier level of arousal.)

"Kreyu, Gods--" He starts rambling again as she works him over. "My lover, my love...please yes please--"

Another cry of pleasure, of praise is pulled from his lungs, and then he feels himself slipping off the edge - gently he brings his hand to cup her cheek, fingers tangling lightly in her hair as he comes in her mouth as she so wanted him to do earlier. His entire body trembles, energy coursing and surging though his veins.
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