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

"Oh-" He gasps, loud and startled when her feathers touch his cock - that is another thing he was certainly not expecting her to do to tease him, and he has to force back the growl that threatens to escape his throat, lest she see just how good that makes him feel so quickly.

(Little does he knows, hiding it does no good, based on how the rest of his body reacts - his skin shuddering, a greater flush rising to his skin beneath her fingers on his chest, hair standing up on end on his arms and neck. She will be able to clearly tell that's a turn-on.)

"Is it too much, love?" she asks. She can tell that it's a turn on from his body, but he's trying to hide his reaction, which isn't something he's done before.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I don't want you to stop," he says, shaking his head rapidly. "I just...I wasn't...expecting such a strong...reaction..."

He shifts his eyes to her face, and there is a dark, nearly feral look in them. It is not a dangerous expression, but simply one that is on the edge of 'wild', a little darker and thicker with lust than what she may have seen from him before.

"I was afraid...if I growled with pleasure...I would scare you. And I don't want you to stop."

As soon as he says what he is thinking, part of his brain clearly realizes just how stupid it sounds.

Kreyu is TRYING not to laugh, she really is. "You would not frighten me by growling, love," she tells him, affection and laughter in her voice. "I know I have growled in pleasure, before, with you."

"Sounds of pain, of distress, those would frighten me. Anything else is likely to have the opposite effect."

"Shall I touch more of your body with my wings, including your cock?" She drags her wing, slow, up his cock, his stomach, his chest, then reverses direction.

"You have, but you are a dragon, I am not..."

His protest is cut short (which is his fault - after all, he did tell her he didn't want her to stop what she was doing to him) as she drags her wing over his body, her feathers rustling as they move over his skin, the sound filtering through the air to his ears.

It is such a fine, delicate, nuanced sound.
And when combined with such feelings of pleasure in his body.
Something triggers his primal brain.

something like you, something like a beast

And then Skellig does growl, and then leans up to catch her mouth in a hard, claiming kiss, very similar to the one she planted on him just a moment earlier that put stars in his eyes.

She matches his hard, claiming kiss, growling into his mouth. She wraps an arm around his waist, shifts her body weight onto his legs so she can pull him into 'sitting' upright. That lets her wrap BOTH wings around him in a feathery embrace, tease his neck, his back, his wings, the top of his ass, with strokes of her feathers as her wings move. If she had to give her wings a few more joints to accomplish this, Skellig is unlikely to notice.

Her hands wander his chest, his stomach, sometimes tease his cock with the lightest brush of fingers.

With the way she is touching and stroking her wings and hands over his body, Skellig pays absolutely zero mind to the 'logistics' of how exactly her wings are moving over his skin - not noticing at all.

(Every nerve ending in his body feels incredible and he allows himself to just let go and truly enjoy it. Sitting up like this also makes it much easier for him to run his hands over her body as well, and he does so eagerly - only breaking their kiss when his lungs protest the lack of oxygen.)

"Don't know how I lived before without this," he mutters against her shoulder. "Without you. You are so good to me. So very, very good to me."

"I could say the same," she whispers in his ear. "You are so very good to me, Skellig."

She teases his collar bones as her wings stroke, caress his body. "Pity I can't get your cock in my mouth like this," she muses aloud. "Have to save pleasuring you with my mouth for hours for another occasion."

She moans and gasps at his touches.

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"It is a pity," he mutters, a bit of amusement in his tone. "Because I do quite enjoy the image of you with your lips around my cock."

He leans closer, kisses her.

"But now...I would have you ride me here, claim me fully in this space." A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "We will save pleasuring me with your mouth for when I am dressed in those fine linens, adorned with the golden treasures you have chosen for me to wear."

She answers his wicked smirk with one of her own. "On my knees before you until I bring you to YOUR knees in pleasure?" she asks, half tease, half promise.

She slips a finger between her legs, checks her own readiness. "Need a little more, love."

"Would you mind if I rode your face for a bit, before I rode your cock?" Her tone is innocent, her grin is NOT.

The expression that crosses his face is a bit blank, briefly - mostly startled surprise at the idea and image that has just been put into his head by her request.

"I..."

He licks his lips softly, biting the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he raises his eyebrows, slightly mischievous grin taking over his features. This is not something he has considered, and now he wonders what took so long.

"I would not mind at all," he mutters, voice strained with pleasure.

The sight of him licking his lips, biting the tip of his tongue between his teeth, makes her shiver with desire.

She removes her wings from around him. "Lay back for me?" she asks, soft. "And don't let my pleasure do you mischief, please." A flicker of nerves, that's all. This, ALL THIS, is still so new to her.

Skellig runs his hands over the tops of her thighs, stroking softly before he leans in and presses his lips gently against hers. "I am not concerned about that," he whispers softly. "But you do not have to worry...regardless of the circumstance, I would object if needed."

Trust is important to each of them, as is the safety and comfort of the other.

Another quick kiss, another stroke of his hands across her thighs, and then he moves to settle himself into the cushions and silks, making himself comfortable in a languid sprawl.

The kisses, the gentle strokes, his words, all help settle her nerves.

Maneuvering herself into the right position takes a bit of doing. She's careful as she lowers herself down onto his face. She just sits for a moment, letting them both get used to this.

Skellig finds it difficult to sit still, like this - after all, everything he wants (and she wants him to do to her) is literally right there.

So he allows for that moment of adjustment. Briefly, before he shifts his mouth and works to pleasure her as he knows she wants (needs) him to do, to aid her in being ready for him. This is quite different from the times they've done this before, but he isn't about to complain.

Quite the opposite, if anything.

When he shifts his mouth, starts to work to pleasure her, he drags a LOUD moan out of her.

She rocks her body a little, slow. "Oh, oh, yes!" she gasps. "Going to make me so very wet, aren't you, love?"

She spreads her legs a little wider, rocks a little more against his face.

He would answer her, if his lips and tongue were not currently occupied with other Very Important Matters. But be it that they are, he settles for a soft grunt in response, and simply encouraging her to rock against him harder by increasing the intensity of his efforts.

His fingertips are touching wherever her can reach on her body, stroking in soothing, encouraging motions along her skin, pressing firmer when she groans and squirms above him.

Briefly, he entertains the thought that he might get her to come for him like this, and then she could mount him, ride him until he comes to his own climax (and maybe she could come again?) and shouts her name in ecstasy. He likes that idea, and encourages it by shifting his tongue inside her, working it like he would his cock.

Oh, she's groaning and squirming a LOT, especially once he starts working his tongue inside her like it was his cock. She's passed the point of words, rocking against him harder, moaning, whimpering, getting wetter and more aroused.

She MEANT to stop when she was sufficiently aroused to ride his cock, she really did! But it feels so GOOD, and the combination of feeling his face pressed against her most intimate places as well as the wonderfully WICKED pleasures he's giving her with his mouth pushes her toward climax faster than she was expecting!

Her body tightens around his tongue and she comes with a breathless cry.

"Didn't, didn't mean to come that soon," she apologizes as she slides off of him. Her legs are a little wobbly.

"There's no need to apologize for any of that," he reassures her, panting softly - slightly breathless from the effort he just put forth to coaxing her to come for him, and from the ache of his own arousal in his groin. But that can be dealt with in a moment. "I would gladly repeat that any time you'd desire it."

He might be a little punch-drunk on 'dragon', too.

Skellig sighs happily and stretches against the silk (he really cannot get over how good this feels against his skin) while rubbing one of his hands against her lower back, palm skating over her spine. The taste of her arousal on his lips and tongue, the scent of her so close...so very good.

"Was very good, but I like being able to see your face, put my fingers in your hair."

She leans into his touch against her back. "Going to ride you till you come for me as soon as I can get my legs to cooperate." She laughs softly.

"Your fingers in my hair..." He shudders involuntarily, a wave of pleasure running down from the base of his neck at just the thought of it. "...is one of my favorite things you do to me."

With his touch, he might be cheating just a little to help with her 'recovery', but it is minimal - he simply likes having his hands on her skin.

"I knew you liked it, but I hadn't realized it was one of your favorite things." Kreyu is definitely taking mental notes..

She tests a leg, finds it steady. She shifts, moves to straddle his hips. "You really DO look fantastic on this piece of silk, brings out your eyes."

She puts a hand on his cock for a moment, slides herself on to him. Then she laughs, low, runs a hand into his hair. "Ready?"

"We will have to do as you promised," he groans as he speaks, pulling in a hard breath as she slides down onto his cock. "Have you ravish me at least once a moon, upon it."

Tipping his head towards her hand, he grins in response to her question, subtly shifting his hips upwards, dropping his shoulders back slightly.

"Claim me as yours, dragon."

"Yes, we will," she purrs.

She grins, rocks her hips, then starts to ride him. Slow at first, but increasing in speed, in intensity.

"My mate," she growls. "My Skellig. Fools, threw you away. Won't give you back."

He allows his wings to open as much as they can, shifting his body beneath her to stretch them out, feathers grazing the silk as she sets her rhythm, skin relishing in the softness.

"Their loss," he sighs, laughter tinging his voice. "Wouldn't go back. Not leaving my mate."

A grin. "You're stuck with me."

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