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

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."

"Good. Want you, want you with me."

She rides him harder, faster, tugs gently at his hair. The pleasure is winding tight again, making her heart race. If Skellig can hold out long enough, he can drag her over the edge with him when he comes.

There are many factors at play when it comes to Skellig's stamina during sex - this time, he will later find himself thanking the Gods, the Karma that fills this space, the spirits of the King and Queen who once enjoyed similar pleasures within these walls, Kreyu's energy consumed earlier as he devoured her...the list is endless.

But whatever combination it is this time, he will be very grateful.

"All yours," he groans happily. "All of me is yours, yes, yours--"

And then his words cut off abruptly as his release hits him, a wave of energy crashing between his body and hers, pulling her to her own climax and off the edge along with him.

Her body is still quivering when she lowers herself onto Skellig's body, sprawls on top of him while he's still inside of her for the second time in...however long it's been.

She nuzzles against his neck, sleepy, but floating in afterglow. "Best revenge," she murmurs.

Skellig has never felt quite this enveloped and enrobed in afterglow before, so this is a new experience for him. Full of Karma, safety surrounding him (protected by HIS dragon) and enough energy to recharge his stores for months.

"We will do more plundering after another nap," he decides, sounding slightly delirious - but it's not enough to cause alarm. He is just very sleepy, and her body weight on him is an amazing blanket to aid in the cause.

It is less time than the previous that they nap, but eventually they do wake up - his eyes blinking open before hers do. Her spell for light has faded some, leaving the gold and other precious metals to shimmer faintly in the darker surroundings.

Kreyu murmurs an agreement against his neck before she falls asleep.

She's still asleep when he wakes to see the precious metals shimmer. Her heart and breathing slow and steady, right THERE to reassure him.

The room's echoes are full to the brim of THEM now, their feelings for one another, their sounds of pleasure.

The lack of natural light is still a bit disorienting to his senses, but it is less of an issue than it was earlier - his body clock having adjusting to this 'schedule' they have created for themselves.

He can hear the echoes when he listens, and it brings him pleasure to know they have rewritten the history of this place, not erased the past entirely, but simply added their own layer upon it.

Kreyu is a sound sleeper, and he does not mind to simply lie quiet and still beneath her - he is comfortable like this, beneath her dragon 'sprawl'.

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