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

"Your hands in my hair are one of the things that arouses me the most," he points out. "I will have to let it grow a little longer, for you to get a better grip of it when my mouth is against your clit, teasing you to climax with my tongue acting as my cock."

He smirks, leaning back slightly.

"And that cushion you are kneeling on does match the other silks that you would ravish me on, as they match my eyes so well. I wonder what they look like in this moonlight, with my face between your legs, looking up at you?"

The mental image of him with slightly longer hair as he teases her clit, thrusts his tongue inside of her, of him being aroused when she pulls on it, makes her breath catch. She swallows. "Such stunning images your words paint in my mind," she says, breath rough. "And you will be a vision, I'm sure, looking up at me. Divine, wild." She shivers. "Eager to feast upon me." There is a touch of amusement in her tone, as she remembers that not all THAT long ago when he mentioned feasting upon her she didn't understand what he meant.

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"You make me wild with desire," he admits. "The passion your touch stirs within my soul brings out parts of me that I have not been able to access for...quite some time."

This is not a bad thing. Neither is the image that he now has in his own mind, of her body writhing beneath his mouth. It causes his own breath to catch, and he strokes his fingertips over her wings in response. He wants more of her touch, more of her mouth on him.

She's clearly pleased at his words, and she can feel how much he wants her touch, her mouth, when he touches her wings. She puts her wings, her hands, and her mouth back into the positions they were when she was driving him so wild. This time, she won't stop, will give him EXACTLY what he wants, what he needs, for his pleasure. She intends for him to have every bit of pleasure from this that she can give him.

Gasping for a breath, he bucks his hips beneath her mouth lightly before he groans, fingertips curling softly into her wings that are grazing over his cock in such a way that he did not think was possible to cause him this much pleasure, but it is.

(It does not take him nearly as long to get wound up as it did the first time, mostly because he hardly truly backed down from his earlier level of arousal.)

"Kreyu, Gods--" He starts rambling again as she works him over. "My lover, my love...please yes please--"

Another cry of pleasure, of praise is pulled from his lungs, and then he feels himself slipping off the edge - gently he brings his hand to cup her cheek, fingers tangling lightly in her hair as he comes in her mouth as she so wanted him to do earlier. His entire body trembles, energy coursing and surging though his veins.

His hands cupping her cheek, tangling in her hair, only add to the power, the pleasure, of the moment. She sucks gently as he comes, pulls every last bit of pleasure from this release for him. When she removes her mouth from him, she stands up slow, stretches. Her body is aroused, but she can wait.

"Something I should try again on another occasion?" she asks, tone slightly teasing

As she stretches, he allows his own wings to flare out beneath him, his weight resting back on his elbows and the pillows behind him - he'll move once he thinks his legs might remember how to work.

"I'd like that," he says, voice a little ragged - but he's also amused. "Your mouth and the feathers...that was very good."

"I'm glad," she replies. She is a BIT smug, at having come up with that. She's pretty sure no one else has ever done that for him.

She kisses him, soft, gentle. "Want to cuddle for a bit?"

There is still a tremor in his limbs, but he nods, slowly coming down from the peak of ecstasy into the level of afterglow where having her body wrapped around his is what he desires most.

"I would, before I make an effort to repay you in kind."

His movements to get back to the center of the bed, entangle his body with hers are only slightly like those of a newborn foal who is just learning to walk.

Once they settle, he laughs.

"At least...we do not have to worry about bothering your neighbors, here."

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Kreyu giggles. "Very true. The noise we are making is entirely expected."

She nuzzles him gently. "Always feels good, being entangled with you."

Skellig allows his body to sink into hers. "It does," he agrees. "It is like we are one being, almost. Just with...a mess of extra parts."

It is an odd explanation, but he could be forgiven - his brain is a bit of a jumble, right now.

He yawns, and drags a light blanket over their bodies, covering them both. "I may sleep awhile, before I feast upon you," he warns. And that is likely the only warning she will get before he does drift off, content and safe in her arms.

She chuckles at his explanation. Odd, but it fits.

She yawns when he does, follows him down into sleep.

As they sleep, he dreams of flying - though not over desert and hot sand. Of flight over wild, untouched northern coastlines, cold wind and waves crashing upon rocks below. She is with him, and he is not scared of falling, even as the weather rages.

The moonlight has shifted from the bed to the mural painted upon the wall, nothing but a thin sliver left to illuminate the room once he does finally stir, his fingertips idly tracing a pattern over the skin of her arm that is wrapped around him.

(He doesn't want to wake her from her sleep, but at the same time he cannot help but touch her, using the contact to ground his senses and establish a firmer grip on the lines of this world.)

It has been a very long time since he has been this utterly comfortable and relaxed, and he is grateful for it.

Maybe they will fly together in that place, someday, could be a nice adventure!

She stirs at his touch,eyes fluttering open. The hand of the arm wrapped around him echoes the patterns he is tracing over her skin.

"I'd say good morning, but it isn't, yet." Her smile is warm, soft, relaxed.

"It is not," he says, glancing over at the beam of moonlight on the wall. "I did not mean to wake you so soon, but I could not help myself."

Skellig sighs softly.

"It is...becoming easier, each time that I wake beside you. To feel grounded and connected to this world. There is less haze in my mind." His fingertip traces a long, steady line over her forearm. "The lines are stronger."

"I'm glad it's becoming easier for you," she says, voice soft. "I can't imagine how disorienting it must be."

She touches his face, gentle. "Though you have found some comforts, some pleasures, here, the whole world is a strange place."

She enjoys his touch, luxuriates in it.

"Travel has also helped," he admits. "Though I still would not know which way would lead back to any given place, I am sure I will learn enough over time to allow for navigation without getting lost."

He tips his face lightly into her touch.

"There are a few comforts I have managed to find, yes." A smirk tugs at one corner of his lips. "And pleasures."

"We'll have the opportunity to travel quite a bit while I'm 'healing' and shouldn't be seen in the village. I'd like to show you a bit of my world, OUR world."

She keeps up her touch of his face, his hair, since he's tipping his head into it.

"Would some of those pleasures involve me, perhaps?" she asks. A smirk tugs at one corner of her lips.

"Our world," he echoes. "I would like that, very much so."

He nuzzles his face into her touch, pressing his lips against her palm.

"Most all of them." He 'admits', freely. "Though honey is another."

Her heart speeds up with joy when he says he would like that very much.

She sighs in pleasure as he nuzzles her, presses his lips against her palm. "Honey should be readily available here," she muses aloud. "If you wanted to help me get it off my fingers some time." She's not thinking about OTHER places honey could wind up.

She might not be thinking of those other places, but he is - though he keeps the thoughts to himself, holding them in reserve for later use.

"I would assume from the sheer size of this city compared to our village, that there are many markets and sellers who would be able to procure whatever we would desire."

He slowly allows his lips to trail from her palm to her wrist, along her inner forearm.

"Though it is you that I desire most."

She nods, confirming his assumption.

She makes a small, pleased, sound as his lips trail from her palm to her wrist, teasing the sensitive skin there. The embers of her desire, her want, are stirring to life again. "And how do you desire me?" she asks, voice low, husky.

He likes it when her voice drops low like that - sending a shiver trickling down his spine.

"Any way you would let me take you," he muses. "Though I do seem to remember earlier we discussed a feast, with my mouth and tongue...and your hands in my hair, if I am not mistaken?"

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She likes that she can send that shiver down his spine with nothing but her voice.

"We did," she replies. "The thought of such a feast stirs my appetites, if you would care to indulge me." Although since he enjoys it too, it might be as much indulging himself as her?

"Shall we whet our appetites with kissing, or would you prefer to begin the feast with other fare?"

"I would think at least starting with a kiss or two would seem most proper..."

Though his opinions on the ideas of 'propriety' are likely highly skewed, when compared to those of others. He shifts his body slightly to stretch out against her, pressing his lips to the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder.

"Though I may wander a bit."

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