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

"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.

His senses briefly misfire when she comes, his hearing overwhelmed by the rapid-fire beat of her heart in her chest and the echoes of his name from her lips, reverberating off of all the varied surfaces in the room. But it only takes a moment for him to recover.

He'll let her catch her breath, of course, his hands supporting her body as she presses against him.

But he's kissing her as much as he can manage without depriving her of oxygen, because he also needs. He knows inwardly they just 'discussed' mounting him, claiming him, but plans are subject to change - once he's refocused enough, he easily flips them back over, settling her body beneath his with his bodyweight pressed against hers, regaining 'control'.

Words are still failing him, so kisses will have to do instead. And his wings, which he has brought up higher, covering her, shielding her from the prying eyes that would seek to see them in this private space.

Kisses will do just fine! She meets his passion with her own, wants to sate his NEED.

She laughs in delight when he flips them back over, her grin wicked.

And his wings, OH his wings. She feels protected, safe, with his wings like this. And his feathers brush against her skin, teasing, soft, delicate touches.

As he told her earlier - so rarely has he been free to show his true shape and form to others, let alone with a bedpartner. So the feelings of safety and protection do not only transfer to her, but also to him.

(And there is something erotic and arousing to him about that desire for safety being fulfilled, that he never knew he craved so greatly until he found himself wandering in the desert.)

A thought strikes him, which he did not consider before - and may already have broken unaware, his mind hazy with lust. "Is it safe to speak your name, among these treasures?" He asks, peppering her jawline with his lips. "I would not wish to put you at risk."

She has already called out his name, and he has no qualms of it, for he is an unknown.

"It is safe," she tells him. "It will be a century at least before he is flesh again, years after that before he remembers who he is. I will take steps before we leave, and time will do the rest for us."

She would be glad that she is giving him what he craves, even if he only learned of that craving recently.

"And greedy though I may be, we can not carry off ALL of these coins. That's what acquaintances with a dislike of Heka are good for." Her expression is mischievous, wicked, gleeful.

"Good." He is grateful that they will both be safe, mostly for the fact he would be very unhappy (and likely do something stupid in her defense) if Heka should try to come after her again.

Skellig kisses her cheerfully.

"We could always make repeat trips," he suggests, though he knows that they will likely get 'plenty' from this excursion alone. "Though we would have to find better places to hide things. I will have to work on that once we return home."

Home. It is a comforting thought.

"Ensure my greedy dragon is well satisfied," he continues, allowing his hand to slip lower on her body, teasing between her legs with his fingers - she is already wanting him and ready for him, but he just wants to be certain before he would lay claim to her.

"You are so very sweet," she tells him. The idea of him helping her tend her hoard is an attractive one.

"Mhm, yes," she gasps. "So greedy for you, all of you." Her body arches toward him. "Greedy for your pleasure, for you to claim me."

"Wings feel so good, on my skin. Soft, teasing."

"I have noticed that you seem to enjoy it, when I am a bit of a tease."

Her arching towards his fingers, the tremble in her thighs is enough encouragement that she is wanting more of him; he shifts his body to settle between his legs, replacing his fingers with his cock and pushing inside of her.

He is more than a bit of a tease, as difficult as it is to move ever-so-slowly until he is buried fully in her, lingering in place as he forces his own lungs to settle, his heart to calm down. His wings shift closer, touching her in more places, her upper arms and hips.

"My beautiful dragon," he whispers, lips on her mouth. "My Kreyu."

She laughs. "A bit, yes."

She sighs in pleasure as he fills her. "Hm. Yes, just like that." She shivers when his wings touch her on her upper arms and hips, luxuriating in the sensation. "My beautiful owl, my Skellig," she whispers back.

"You might be able to hold me with your wings alone, especially if you lightened me," she muses. "Enclose me entirely while you claim your mate."

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"Exploring the unknown," he chuckles, wrapping his arms around her as he tentatively 'tests' just that, easily able to lift her off the bed - he has plenty of energy in his reserves right now. "You would dance with me, above these silks."

This is not something he has tried before.
But it should work.

Focusing his concentration for a moment, stilling his mind, before he is able to 'lift' both of them - not far, just simply enough that he can fully envelop her with his wings, his delicate feathers tickling the back of her thighs, her calf muscles, her ass.

Once he's 'steady', he rocks his hips firmly against hers, encouraging her to move - the lack of resistance is a little strange, but he adjusts it to hold them in the space without drifting.

"Never tried this before." He kisses her. "I think it might become a favorite, you wrapped up in my wings."

"Feels so good," she tells him. "Having you wrapped around me, INSIDE me."

She rocks her hips against him, moves. And the feathers stroke her, drag across her skin as they move. Her breath catches in her throat every time.

She kisses him, deeply. Her love, her mate, her Skellig.

With her breath catching in her throat, her body moving against his as he bucks his hips against hers - he wonders if he can bring her to climax a second time before he loses his own control? (He isn't sure, but he's damn sure as hell going to try.)

Some of his focus shifts to maintaining his thought process required to keep them aloft, but the majority remains on her body beneath him, his hands free to wander, sliding to her chest and toying with her nipples, massaging her breasts.

"So very good," he agrees, shuddering as her hips meet his in just a certain way, shockwaves radiating in his stomach. "I am s-so very lucky."

Lucky to have found her, lucky to have been able to claim her. Lucky to be privileged to call her his mate, his love.

"We're lucky," she tells him.

She tries to have her hips meet him every time in the way that makes him shudder, sends shockwaves radiating in his stomach. This much stimulation, here atop this treasure, in this space, is winding her pleasure tighter VERY quickly.

He just might manage to make her come AGAIN before he loses control. And with luck, well, maybe they won't land ON his wings when he achieves his own release.

"We're lucky," he echoes, correcting himself.

His own wingfeathers brush the silk beneath them, and even though he doesn't have true nerve endings in those places, he can still hear just how smooth of a surface it is beneath their bodies. And he knows what it feels like, because it is the same as the curves of her most protected and intimate areas of skin, the places where his hands are the only ones (besides her own) to touch.

Keeping his wings out of the way if he loses control is in the back of his mind, but the tighter the knot coils in the pit of his stomach, the less he even cares about falling. The cushions are soft! The furs are luxurious! They're not that high - and she's not that heavy, even if he cannot hold her 'lighter' when he comes.

He's not sure what slips first as he moves faster against her, harder, more erratic and slightly desperate with his touch and his kiss - his control or hers, but regardless, he comes hard with a shout, a gasp of her name that would have left no question to the activities taking place within these closed doors, should the servants (who might have been listening closely from the other side) still remained in this palace.

And he does lose control, dropping them both - avoiding landing on her body too firmly, or doing any real damage to his wings.

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She's not sure if she comes first or he does, but it hardly matters. They BOTH get their release, and it's so GOOD. Her shout of his name mingles with his cry of hers, the energy reverberating in the space, drowning out any echoes of emotions which might have remained from long ago.

She hardly notices the drop, body trembling, mind floating on a sea of afterglow and pleasure. She rolls them over, oh so careful, so he's on his back. Then she sprawls over his body as best she can while he's still inside of her.

"So good," she murmurs. "Going to just lay on you, right here. My mate, my treasures, right here under me." She's rambling a little.

Skellig mutters a sleepy reply that sounds something along the lines of perfect idea to me as he melts into a sprawled puddle beneath her, barely even noticing that she's rolled them over until he feels her sprawl over him.

After a brief moment of recovery, he finds coherent speech.

"Not goin' anywhere ever," he 'agrees', contentedly wrapping one arm around her - the armband on his bicep brushing over her back, where it comes to rest, metal warm against her skin. "My mate and my treasures, right here in our nest."

Which is so damn comfortable, and he is so very worn out (in a very, very good way) that he doesn't take long to drift off into sleep, relishing in the afterglow bliss.

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She's not sure how long she sleeps on top of him, it's impossible to tell the time this far underground. She awakes refreshed, but quite...sticky from their earlier activities. She slides off of him, careful not to wake him up.

She counts the armor pieces out as loot almost immediately. It's bulky, takes up far too much room, and it will likely be difficult to trade for anything else. The jewelry though, that holds promise!

Her breath catches as she finds a long string of carefully matched black pearls, long enough to reach the middle of her breasts even when wrapped twice around her neck. It's potent, very potent, as strong as the necklace she lost. She'd never be able to WEAR it in the village, but she only needs contact with it to draw karma from it. And if she puts it on to show Skellig what it looks like on her, that's her business.

The lapis scarab pin is weaker, will take longer to recharge, but will be easier to conceal on her person.

Three other items are weaker still, only capable of offering her energy once and then never again, but still valuable: An egg shaped piece of amber, a wicked looking obsidian blade, and a delicate looking golden bracelet. She packs the pin, the amber egg, and the obsidian blade away, slips the bracelet on for Skellig to see.

Karma clings to the rest of it, but not enough that it's too valuable to trade away, if necessary. An elaborate amphora that USED to contain precious wine proves to contain vinegar now when she opens it. The smell is quite strong.

Even with his heightened sense of hearing and sight, Skellig manages to sleep easily through her moving off of his body and stays asleep as she works her way through the piles of jewelry that are scattered about the treasure hoard. The lack of natural light in the space does throw off his internal body clock, but it is simply more the sheer exhaustion from the combination of fantastic sex and the use of his powers that keeps him from waking as she moves about the room.

The scent of the wine-turned-vinegar is what stirs him, and he is mildly disoriented (where did she go? why are there feathers stuck to his cheek?) at first when his eyes flutter open, his body shifting as he stretches out on the silks beneath him.

That is a good stretch.

Once he lays eyes on her, he flops back down in a contented pose, still hazy around the edges with afterglow and bliss.

"Should I be jealous you've gone shopping without me?" He drawls, teasing.

"Not when I'm shopping for you too, dearest," she teases back. "Found a few items that are karma magnets. I've packed a pin away that you could conceal easily enough, for use in an emergency if you needed power.

"These," she gestures to the pearls around her neck, "are as strong as the necklace I had before. Nowhere near as subtle, but one can't have everything." She does look quite good in pearls. She snags another golden arm ring from the pile, saunters over to him, hips swaying.

She eases herself down onto the silk next to him, proffers the ring. "I think you might like this one." The pattern repeating on the arm ring are stylized owls, stooping down upon some unseen prey.

Drinking in her image as she saunters back over to him, he smiles widely.

"Those, are stunning," he comments, eyes tracking over her form as she moves closer, settles on the bed beside him - he moves a little closer (but doesn't touch, he knows what happened the last time he touched one of her Karma items) to study the pearls, and also the design on the arm ring that she shows him. "That is also nice. I do like that."

And that is not simply because it has owls in the motif, or that she picked it out - which he would like anything she chose, either for herself or for him.

His eyes wander back to the pearls, then up to her face. (He can't help it! Even if he is too tired to do anything, anytime soon.) "We can be subtle when we need to be. Other times...we can splurge."

Like these silks, that she is also planning on taking home. And some other things that he is sure they have yet to find amongst the treasures.

"That was my thought," she replies.

Her eyes twinkle with mischief and fondness. "I look forward to seeing you in fine linen, proper sandals, and some gold accessories. The climate is cooler in Amikaya, even in the Dry season. I'll need to wear a gown instead of just my kilt. You'll likely want something too, we can adjust it to take your wings into consideration."

"I would gladly wear whatever you would think appropriate, that we can manage to get our hands on. I would not want to look out of place."

He leans over and presses his lips to her upper arm, before nuzzling slightly against her, a familiar gesture to him at this point. There is no anxiety to his words, no sadness, simply understanding.

"I am...used to having to blend in," he says. "It is in my nature, to avoid being noticed, unless I want to be. Though with such a beauty as yourself upon my arm...I would wish to be seen," he adds.

"Truly?" she asks, surprised, when he says that he would wish to be seen. "I had noticed that you prefer not to be the center of attention, to pass unnoticed. But with me upon your arm you would wish otherwise? Why such a great change?"

Skellig is quiet for a moment (one that will feel to Kreyu as if it is just a hint longer than what he would normally take to respond to her) before he speaks.

And he does not bother to hide the deep sense of hurt that tints his voice, the evidence of the wound that has ached for so very long in his soul.

"For so long I have been cast out, spit upon, cursed at. Not all have done so, but so very many have simply worked to avoid me, it just...after awhile, I simply...believed their reactions as truth, as what I deserved. And it became easier to pass unnoticed, avoid their scorn."

He pauses.

"I was not at all proud of myself as I am, before I met you. That is what has changed."

The words HURT, like a knife twisting in her flesh, like an arrow in her shoulder. "Oh, love," the sorrow and the pain for him in her voice clear as she wraps her arms around him. The pearls are warm against his skin, though not as warm as Kreyu.

"It is not right that ANYONE be treated so, certainly not one such as you." She kisses his cheek softly. "I wish I had found you before the world wounded you so."

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