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

"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."

"As do I," he admits.

Because while he would not question the work of the Fates or the divine path or whatever cosmic forces are at play across the universe (universes? timelines?) it does not mean that he can't also acknowledge the fact that there have been moments that he can remember (few as they are) that were simply awful.

"But what matters to me most is that you did." His voice steadies, loses some of the hurt and pain that it carried earlier. "And you have accepted me for what I am, who I am. So I am...learning to be proud. I am braver when you are by my side. It...is not simple, nor would I expect it to be. But it will be worth it."

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She nods. "It will take time, but we have time," she tells him. She kisses him again, soft, sweet. "And I will help you with that, as much as I can."

She wraps her body around him, rests her head on his shoulder, spreads her wings like a blanket over them both. "Would you rest again?"

"My body is...slightly confused, being underground," he offers as explanation. "The lack of light."

But despite that, he is clearly grateful for her body wrapped around his, her wings covering them. That is obvious in the way he relaxes into her embrace. "But I would easily do so, I think. I am still quite tired."

"Mine too," Kreyu admits.

She kisses him softly. "Perhaps, after we have rested more, I might claim YOU?" Her tone is partly teasing, but she IS interested in doing that before they leave - if it also strikes his fancy.

They drift off again, and far more hours have passed before they start to stir again. Kreyu is quite comfortable with Skellig as her body pillow, somewhere between asleep and awake.

In most instances, it is a rarity for Skellig to actually sleep, uninterrupted by either outward stimuli or his own mind, for more than a few hours at a time. But this is not one of those instances. Because it is quiet, in this space, only their heartbeats and their breath sounds to give him anything to listen to, which he can do without worry.

He sleeps well.
Very well.

And instead of a nightmare that enters his mind, it is a dream of a much different sort.

Images flicker through his mind: her body pressed firmly into his, her lips on his throat, her hands tracing secret symbols on his chest - sealing his heart and love to hers, binding his soul not to trap it, but to protect it and care deeply for him - and he quite likes it. the energy from the room practically glowing (they still are in this room, atop these silks and furs and piles of treasure surrounding them, her hoard now) as she lays claim to him, kisses his neck once more...

He is still very much asleep, but as he shifts beneath her a faint groan escapes his lips, and it is obvious that this is no nightmare.

It takes a while for his groan to pierce her mind, to stir her to being fully awake. It's quite a nice sound, after all.

She's pleased it's not a nightmare he's having, but she hasn't realized the EXACT contents of his dream yet. A pleasant memory or fantasy, whatever it is. She watches him, pleased to see him well, resting, enjoying a pleasant dream.

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It is most definitely a fantasy, intermingled with the reality they have already written upon these stone walls with the echoes of their pleasure.

"Just...just like that, yes." He whispers, tipping his head to the side (to allow 'her' better access to her neck, as she kisses further down his throat, sucking gently at the skin) as he exhales a shaky breath. "Please, Kreyu my love...don't stop..."

His next sound is that of a whimper, met with the slight arch of his back beneath her bodyweight as she watches. From the evidence of his slowly growing arousal that is pressed against her thigh, the contents of this dream may soon become much more evident.

"Yes...Gods, yes. Touch me." Another soft groan, as he presses his form against hers. After all - she's clearly right there, isn't she? With her body hovering atop his own?

Kreyu freezes, as the contents of his dream become VERY clear. While she would be quite happy to give him any ecstasy he pleased if he was AWAKE, he can't consent to anything right now.

Kreyu's just....going to do things with her limbs that human limbs REALLY should not do and try to ease herself off of Skellig without waking him up. It will totally work. Right? PLEASE let this work.

She manages to at least get off his body before he wakes up, but his dream doesn't stop. In fact, as she brushes her wings over his body as she moves, she grazes his chest and he exhales another sharp, pleased breath.

And then it is...colder.

And she is no longer curled up against him.

Whimpering slightly, mostly out of confusion (still in his dream) he reaches for her in his dazed state, mind stirring enough that he blinks his eyes open and isn't quite sure why she is looking at him like she is, if she was just...

Wasn't she just astride him, ready to claim him as her own?

"...my love?" He narrow his eyes slightly, tilting his head as she is most definitely...not comfortable.

Kreyu is flushing as red as her complexion will allow. "You were dreaming, love." Kreyu explains. "It's not that I wouldn't, but you, you couldn't CONSENT," she babbles.

"I was...dreaming?"

He blinks several times, rapidly, and then notices that the room is not quite the same as the one he was just picturing, nor is she straddled over his body. And then he notices the other thing that is different - he is only half-hard, not ready and wanting for her to mount him as she was 'about' to do...

And he laughs, a little breathless, dropping his head back to the cushions as his own body flushes (though not quite as red), motioning for her to move back towards him.

"Come here, my love. Please," he asks, kindly.

She is more than glad to come to him while he's awake! She wraps herself around him again, as she was before. "I didn't mean to wake you, but...." she shrugs helplessly, unable to find the words for what she wants to say.

"I would have likely woken on my own," he reassures her. "And you are right...I could not have consented, in my state that I was. I appreciate you respecting that, and I would do the same for you."

Her bodyweight against his once again is pleasant, and he swallows back the groan of desire that threatens.

"But in the future...if I am so obviously...wanting...as I am." The ache in his groin has not faded. "I would not object to you touching me, to bring me pleasure. Or waking me, to continue it on this plane."

A smirk crosses his features.

"...would you like to hear of my dream?"

"I would wake you," Kreyu replies. "As you may wake me, should I have such dreams."

"I would, yes, since you were enjoying it so." She's intrigued.

Skellig makes note of her wording, and nods.

"We were in this space," he starts. "Though it was more lively, perhaps as if I were the King and you were my Queen, in the time before the city was lost."

He motions with a hand at the room. "Though, the treasures remained. Glittering crystal, silver, gold...surrounding us. I do not know what we had reason to celebrate, but we were clearly...happy. You were astride me, pleasuring me with your lips and tongue."

His mind flashes to the next moment in the dream.

"You were tracing...my chest, with your fingers. As if to sear a ward upon my skin, to seal...to bind me, for protection, to lay claim to my heart. Not to trap me...I was not afraid...I desired it greatly." He swallows at the thought, the 'feeling' of her fingers on his skin still fresh in his memory. "And then you were laughing, we both were, as you were just about to mount yourself..."

She can fill in the rest of that sentence, as his skin flushes once more.

She flushes. "You were not afraid, you desired to be bound to me by magic?" That confuses her a little. "I know of no such spell, do not think I would trust myself with such a thing even if I did."

"But the physical, I could give you. Trace patterns on your skin, pleasure you with my lips and tongue, mount you."

"There is no spell I know of either," he admits. "I would trust you, but it would not be something I would seek unless you felt comfortable."

Part of him still feels as if 'something' happened the night on the beach, with her hands buried deep in his wings, the stars in his eyes reflecting upon his soul as they came to ecstasy. But it is a feeling he still has not pinned down, or been able to clarify. So he does not mention it...

He stretches his body out beside her.

"And I would desire you," he says, playfully. "I do desire you. I seem to recall before I fell asleep, that you mentioned perhaps YOU claiming me, atop this treasure hoard of yours?"

"I did," she murmurs. She puts her mouth on his throat, sucks gently. "Would claim you, take my time driving you to ecstasy."

She shifts her body, straddles him, leans down to put her lips so close to his. "Kiss you until you're breathless," she whispers.

"I like all of these ideas," he says. "Even moreso now that they are a reality, and not just a glimpse in my mind's eye."

Leaning up slightly, he gently presses his lips to hers, in a tender and chaste kiss. Unusual, yes, but he's in a teasing sort of mood. "I would like to see you try to take my breath away."

Kreyu's eyes are dark with want, twinkling with mischief. "Is that a challenge?" she purrs.

Her kiss on his lips is not chaste, not at all. Tender, passionate, deep, HUNGRY. She...can probably go between breaths longer than he can. Longer than the average human, for a certainty! She kisses him like she needs him more than air, like she's trying to distill every drop of desire, of want, she's ever felt into her lips on his.

He manages to return the kiss with an equal amount of ferocity and desire - and for a fair length longer than an average human, also. After all, when one flies at high altitudes, their lungs are more adept at consuming oxygen on a measured basis.

But she is so very hungry. And the lungs of a dragon are much, much stronger than those of an owl...

Skellig holds on as long as he possibly can before he weakly taps his hand against her shoulder, distracting her attention away from the kiss - which he drops back from, a vivid display of sparks and spots crackling across his vision, the room dark around the edges. He's panting, hard, desperate for air - and for her to do that again, once his heartrate comes back down and his lungs quit spasming in his chest.

"Win," he gasps out. "You. Win."

She looks slightly concerned. "Did you enjoy it, love? I don't want to hurt you...."

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