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

"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'.

She stirs to awareness, kisses his neck softly. "Sleep well?"

She stretches her wings, refolds them against her back.

"Very well."

Once she has stretched, he does the same with his arms and then wraps them gently around her body, hugging her.

"You make a most excellent blanket."

Kreyu laughs softly. "I do, hm?"

"Something to add to my list of accomplishments, perhaps," she teases.

"They will etch it alongside the other words to describe your legend," he comments. "Might not be quite at the top, but it will be near it."

Skellig stretches again, though with this one he does notice that they are...both quite sticky, and he's sure there are feathers like everywhere surrounding them. They'll have to deal with that sooner rather than later. He yawns, not particularly in any hurry to do so.

"Will we need to find clothes for me before we reach Amikaya or do you think we might find something here that would work well enough?" He is pretty certain that she packed finer things, at least for herself. And there are plenty of coins here that they will take, to be able to buy whatever they wanted or needed once reaching the city.

"Amikaya will be our best bet, for you," she replies. "Had I known you were coming, I would have picked something up for you the last time I was there." Her smile is soft, warm.

"The coins should change hands often enough before Heka is flesh again that he should not be able to trace them, and they will be useful for buying things for us."

"I figured as much."

He presses a soft kiss to her mouth, tender and sweet, gratitude.

"Will I need to stay...hidden, until I look as you would wish me to?" He asks, with very little hesitation. "If we need to keep up...appearances?"

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Kreyu enjoys the kiss very much, returns it with every bit of gratitude, sweet and tender.

"You shouldn't," Kreyu replies. "I have a friend in Amikaya whose establishment I stay at when I'm in the city. It's in one of the entertainment districts, and caters to the wealthy with some frequency. It wouldn't be the first time they've gone and gotten clothing for a customer when...circumstances necessitated it."

Skellig is relieved, though he won't outwardly admit it (at least verbally - she will likely notice a hint of ease entering his posture, even as boneless and relaxed beneath her as he currently is) that lodging will not be an issue. Same with procuring clothing that will help him blend in.

"Will speaking your name be an issue in the city?" He assumes not - she hasn't bothered to hide it elsewhere.

She shakes her head. "No, I use the same name there as here."

"I'm known as a mage there, a foreigner." She smiles. "Being foreign was a useful excuse while I was learning how to be, how to be HUMAN."

"Learning to be human is...difficult." It is clear from the expression that crosses his face that there was likely some 'trial and error' involved with his attempts to do so. "It took me some time. Also...my world..."

He has to pause and think hard to try to pull those memories back to the front of his mind, and what he manages with the effort is nothing but crackles of static and sparks that fight back like sticking a fork in a light socket. He huffs, mildly irritated.

"Was complicated." Was, not is.

She runs her fingers through his hair. "I'm glad things are simpler for you, now."

She shifts her weight slightly, and their stickiness once more makes itself obvious. "We ought to deal with the mess, I suppose. That vinegar that used to be wine might be a start, since I packed some rags in our bags."

"Does your friend's establishment have a bathhouse," he quips, though it isn't entirely joking. He knows neither of them are fit for any real form of company at the moment, and if they have to look upscale...things could get tricky.

As she works to peel her body off of his, he plucks errant feathers from her skin and his, laughing under his breath at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

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