brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Three

She moans in pleasure at the images he paints in her mind, at his hips rubbing against her, his wings.

"Yes. Want that," she tells him, shivering from pleasure and arousal. Her hands grasp at his kilt, attempt to unfold it, get it off of him.

She kisses his collar bones, his shoulders, seeking to grow that heat in his chest and groin.

"Want you," he says to her, shifting his hips to allow her better access to his waist, letting her strip his kilt off before he switches and does the same with hers - moaning softly as she trails her hands over his body.

It is an ebb and flow of control, which he appreciates greatly. The same as he appreciates her, and her power, and the things she does to him with her touch and kiss. And so many other things.

(Their kilts tossed aside, there is now nothing between them and these silks, and it is a sensory experience that he has not had before - his calloused hands almost feel unworthy of it, but he pushes that thought aside for now.)

She will try to teach him that he is worthy of every good thing, every pleasure, but it may take a while.

"Want you too," she gasps. Her hands run across his back high and low. Her mouth kisses every bit of him that she can reach from this position. She can't quite reach his nipples. "Every bit of you."

She rubs her hips against his, no fabric in the way now, skin rubbing on skin.

Skin on skin is a glorious thing, and Skellig has also come to enjoy the fact that what he knows as 'traditional' clothing guidelines do not yet exist, in this time and space - minimal clothing is more of his basic nature, and should be embraced, in his opinion.

Also, he gets to look at nearly every inch of her whenever he pleases. (Which is often.)

He shifts his body to settle his weight above her onto his elbows, giving her better access to his chest with her hands.

"Every bit of me is delighted by your touch," he murmurs, smirking against her skin. "Some parts clearly more than others."

That would be evident by his cock, pressed firmly against her thigh, already hard and wanting her - but he wants more foreplay, first, and she deserves more worship.

Skellig will likely be a bit disappointed when the climate in the city requires Kreyu to wear something above the waist.

She runs her hands over his collar bones, teases his nipples, traces his ribs with gentle fingers. She loves touching him, giving him pleasure.

She laughs when he smirks against her skin. "Indeed. I wouldn't have thought I'd have you this hard so soon."

"It is usually not quite so quick," he admits, laughing. "But apparently, I quite enjoy being pounced upon by my dragon with her wild, violet eyes."

Nevermind the fact that he was flaunting his body for the taking, begging her to tackle him upon these silk sheets.

"You teach me new things about myself each time we lay together."

"I shall have to pounce upon you more often, then," she teases.

She grins. "It's only fair, since you teach ME new things about myself every time." Her hands wander his chest, stroke across his stomach, tease his thighs.

"Can't take you in me, yet, but I could put my mouth on you?" she offers.

"I would come too quickly, with your mouth on me - you deserve more worship," he counters. Though her hands on his thighs are quite wonderful, and he cannot resist the groan that escapes his throat as she strokes her hands over his body. "After all, it is I should be laying claim to you upon this hoard, is it not?"

He doubts Kreyu really cares about the 'rules' in this scenario. If she wishes to take him, then he would let her with minimal protest.

However, with what he can manage with his hands as he balances above her - he works to caress every curve he can reach, his fingers trailing over her breasts, her ribcage, his mouth working her throat and neck.

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"You raise a some very good points," she replies, smiling.

She moans, gasps, as his hands and mouth give her such pleasure. "And how would you claim me, Skellig?" she asks.

"I will have to leave your mouth free," he says, sliding his body down over hers. "So that your moans and cries are able to echo throughout this room without being held back."

And if she's not kissing him, then he's free to let his mouth wander elsewhere, he takes one of her hands in his own, bringing her fingers to his lips, kissing at her palm before he takes one of her fingers in his mouth, sucking gently.

Much like he would like her to use her mouth on him, later.

"And then I would have your legs around my body, pleasuring you in every which way you would desire with my lips and tongue."

The tiny noises of pleasure she makes as he sucks on her finger seem to echo, somehow. "Oh, yes," she gasps. "Want your lips and your tongue all over me. Hands, breasts, belly, between my legs."

She shudders, eyes dark with desire. "Licking, kissing, rubbing, sucking, all over. Thrusting that tongue of yours inside me like it was your cock."

He laughs loudly at that - clearly delighted and aroused by her words, because this is a side of her that he hadn't quite managed to coax out yet, and he likes it.

"I like this side of my dragon," he teases, wickedly. "Like it very much so. And since you have asked so kindly..."

He shifts the attention of his mouth from her hands to her breasts, as 'instructed', teasing at her nipples with his tongue and lips, working them over with great care and detail before he trails a path down her midsection, nipping gently at her ribs with his teeth, tracing the soft swell of her belly with his lips.

Learning what she wants, learning HOW to ask for it, has been an ongoing process.

Her cries of pleasure are echoing in this chamber, already drowning out the silence, the loss, the slow death of the city. Given the decor on the door, it is likely that the King and Queen would approve of the use to which the room is currently being put!

She moans, gasps, whimpers, in pleasure as he works, her body arching toward him. She has given herself over completely to the pleasure he is giving her. Her soft skin is flushed with arousal, damp with sweat, rich with the taste of her that he knows so well.

Her hipbones are his next target, followed by the tops of her thighs, and then he changes up the 'game' and shifts his attention lower, trailing his kisses over her knees, her calves, alternating which leg gets the attention of his mouth and which gets the attention of his hands.

There is the dust and grime of their 'explorations' on her skin, mixed with sweat and her taste, but the 'dirt' does not bother him - it is simply how she is, and he enjoys pleasuring her without worrying about those sorts of details.

His tongue teases the inside of her ankle, hands massaging the soles of her feet and her toes as he explores new areas of her body he hasn't yet paid attention to.

She gasps in pleased surprise when his mouth moves lower on her legs. They're not areas she would have thought about him touching, but it seems even more of her body can provide pleasure than she thought.

His touch is both soothing and arousing, and her skin shivers and jumps under his attentions. The trace minerals in the dust on her skin MIGHT even be good for him, you never know! "So good to me," she murmurs, voice low and rough.

"I would worship every inch of your body," he whispers. "Every piece of you is beautiful."

(He does avoid her feet, if only because he has other plans for his mouth in the very near future that it would be better if he was 'clean' for. Those explorations he will save for another time.)

But with his attentions shifted to her other leg, he wanders his way back up her body, settling at last to rest with his mouth against her hip, his chin on her thigh.

"I can feel your pleasure running through your veins," he mutters, smirking proudly, unabashed and smug. "Your want wound tight throughout your body."

He has every right to be smug and unabashed! She shivers at his words, which fill her heart with love and her body with pleasure.

"Yes," she gasps. "All you, all for you, Skellig." Her eyes are dark with arousal, the violet a much thinner ring than it was before.

The silk beneath them might not match HER eyes, but it does contrast with her skin in color, make her stand out so very clearly against it. It's so smooth, like the most protected pieces of her skin. Their bodies slide on it so easily as they give each other pleasure.

"I am a very rich man," he says, voice light. "For out of all the treasures in this room...the greatest is right here beneath my hands."

He skates his fingertips over her belly, her ribs, her waist. The tone of his voice shifts a little darker, possessive (but not greedy) and full of desire, gratitude. "And it is all mine."

And he intends to claim it here, let no one question just what energy will remain in the echoes of these walls for those who may stumble upon this hidden city next. He coaxes her leg over his shoulder, ducks his head to kiss at the inside of her thigh, before his lips and tongue move to where she really wants him to be - her arousal between her legs, working her eagerly towards ecstasy.

"Yours," she confirms. "Your mate."

The sounds he drags out of her when he puts his mouth on her arousal are loud, wild, primal things. He can feast, glut himself on her arousal, her pleasure, as he kisses, licks, sucks gently on her clit. So many sensitive places to touch, to rub, to tease! And if he thrusts his tongue inside her like his cock, he'll make her buck against his mouth, pull such sweet whimpers of pleasure from her, have the taste of her all over his tongue.

He can tell she's close, feel her body quivering. Just a little more, and she'll come. Or he could back off, make this last longer...

As much as he would gladly hear her cries of release echoing through the empty space of these vaulted ceilings, he knows that the pleasure will be even greater multiplied if he backs off, allows her to relax slightly.

"Should remember to breathe," he mutters, wickedly as he pulls in a shaking breath, lifting his head from her body, smirking up at her. His fingertips skate patterns along the inside of her thighs, the tops and sides. "Wouldn't do for me to pass out in the midst of devouring you..."

But his attentions do not return to her clit or her arousal - instead he shifts his focus to other parts of her body, crawling his way back up over her, his wings wrapping closer around them. He's actively teasing her now, drawing out every touch, keeping things featherlight and tantalizing, not giving her what he knows she wants of him. He can sense her 'frustration', and he plays off it, his lips just barely grazing the curve of her breast, taking care to avoid her nipple.

She writhes under him, WHINES in want, when he just barely grazes the curve of her breast. "Tease," she gasps. "Going to drag it out, next time I have my mouth on you!"

"I am simply catching my breath," he 'protests', laughing against her skin. His tongue flickers over her nipple, eliciting a groan from her - he'll give her a little of what she wants of him. "Love it when you get wound tight like this, every touch of mine creating sparks."

His mouth wanders to her other nipple, then moves higher, tongue tracing that echo of a scar she has not yet gotten, teeth grazing her collarbones, lips settling in the hollow of her throat. His eventual goal is her mouth, so she can wrestle with him in an effort to 'ease' her frustrations, but he takes his sweet time in getting there.

Also as a 'hint', he presses his cock against her thigh, moaning happily at the contact - he wants to be buried within her, but not yet, there is still more pleasure he will coax from her first.

At her lips, he hovers, pausing so very close but not kissing her. Waiting to see what she would do.

For all that he's on top of her, that doesn't mean she can't pounce again! She seizes his mouth, her kiss deep, hungry, as she rolls them over, mindful of his wings. Once he's on his back, she rubs her entire body against his, growling low in want.

She shifts her hips a little, makes his cock rub between her legs, across her arousal. Yes, that's better!

That was NOT at all what he was expecting her to do, but it is a welcome surprise, evident by the way his laugh shifts to a deep, throaty groan of want.

Even with her now in 'control', he can still play the part of the tease.

"That's what you want from me, is it?" He gasps, playfully. "To sit astride me, like the Queen once did here in her chambers with her King? To claim me...and all this treasure, this hoard as yours?"

Dragons like treasures. And there are many in this room.

"Yes," she growls, sucking and licking at his throat. "Will, ALL mine."

Her grin turns wicked. "After mate claims me, wrapped in his wings."

She rubs his cock across her arousal, hips bucking. "So close, NEED. NEED to come."

She sticks her fingers inside of her self, slicks up his cock with her arousal. Then, she rubs her arousal against his cock, and rubs, motions getting faster, wilder, until she comes with his name on her lips! The cry echoes in the space.

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