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

His low and husky laugh makes the fire of want in her belly surge, makes a bit of violet seep into the color of her eyes.

Her heart skips in surprise at his words, and she flushes at his praise. She is more than a LITTLE smug to find out she's most talented partner he has ever laid with. "I knew they weren't worthy of you, that's only another piece of evidence on the pile."

His kiss over her heart makes her shut her eyes for a moment, and his comment about divinity makes her laugh, low. "THAT kind of divinity I might be wise and skilled enough to claim honestly," she tells him, opening her eyes again. "The winged goddess of your heart, your pleasure." It's said mostly in jest. She has no desire for him to think of himself as LESS than her, to think that she must be appeased or her affections bought with worship and offerings. But on the other hand, she quite enjoys his love, his devotion, his attention, his thoughtfulness, his gifts. There might be reasons dragons often end up worshiped as gods...

The splash of violet that creeps into her eyes makes him smile, not only out of arousal but out of a heartfelt joy that she is able to share that part of her soul with him, just as he is able to share his full self with her - he does not need to hide who he is, what he is.

"You would not be wrong to claim it," he murmurs quietly, trailing his lips lower on her body, working his way over her skin with soft kisses. "Your heart is humble, my love. It is one of the things that I find most attractive of your soul."

He exhales, pressing his forehead lightly to her ribcage, allowing himself a moment to collect his thoughts and straighten his words.

"You have such great powers that you could use in so many ways...and you choose kindness, and caring. You are unafraid to walk alongside those who need the most help, to dirty your hands to lift others. So many others with even lesser gifts than yours would simply turn their heads and look elsewhere...and you do not."

(And he has been the street rat lying in the gutter, the beggar in the alleyway shadows, spat upon and kicked. She could easily have done the same to him as he wandered in the desert, and yet, she did not.)

She sighs in pleasure as he works his way down her body, luxuriating in his soft kisses.

"How could I not? I am not lessened by giving such help, and the world in which I live becomes greater." Her older self would weep and laugh at her naivete, at her innocence. "And it feels good, helping." She flushes, runs her hands through his hair.

Even her older self would be surprised at how Skellig was treated, THIS version of her would be HORRIFIED.

Horrified is not the mood that Skellig is wishing to set, which is why he shifts his attentions (and the subject) to resume his explorations of her abdomen, the muscles of her stomach and the curves of her hips all receiving equal attention from his lips and tongue.

"It is why we are alike," he says. "Helping brings Light into my soul, similar to the way that I feel when I can draw from your Karma. A fire, a surge..."

Her hipbones receive a few moments of 'worship', before he settles lower on the bed, running his palms across the tops of her thighs, fingers mapping out the muscles beneath her skin. Glancing up at her, he smirks wickedly.

"Regarding this 'feast'...would you rather have me kneel at the foot of the bed as you did earlier, your legs over my shoulders? Or would you rather simply lie here and have me ravish you as you are now?"

He would be fine with either option, though his hair would be easier for her to reach with the first versus the second.

She responds to his efforts, pleased gasps, moans, breaths catching in her throat. Her heart is speeding up, her body flushing with arousal.

"The first," she says after a moment of thought. "Would make it easier for me to reach your hair that way, tug on it as you pleasure me."

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His smirk widens into an impish grin, a glint in his eyes that is only slightly feral.

"That is what I hoped you would choose."

With a light 'slap' of his hands against the tops of her thighs (not anywhere near hard enough to cause pain) he moves from between her legs to resettle at the end of the bed, gathering up a few pillows for her to lean against in the process.

Kreyu laughs, pleased with his impish grin, that glint in his eye. When he's gathered up the pillows, she settles into position, legs hanging over the end of the bed.

She eyes the pillow on the floor, still where she left it. "It does go well with your eyes," she tells him, "and I can assure you it's quite comfortable for someone on their knees."

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"That entire set of silks you brought with us does," he agrees. "And the memories of you ravishing me upon it are seared firmly into my mind, quite easy to recall whenever I'd like to."

He settles on his knees, takes one of her legs in his hands, pressing his lips against her calf as he runs his hands over her skin.

"For inspiration, of course."

Or if he'd just like to revisit a very enjoyable several hours of his life. Repeatedly.

"Mhm, I'm glad. They're certainly seared into MINE." She sighs in pleasure as his hands run over her skin and he presses his lips against her calf. "Perhaps I will decorate around you, love. Arrange our environment to show you to your very best advantage." She's teasing, but only a little.

"And what kind of inspiration are they giving you now?" she asks, breath low, rough with want, with desire.

"Only if you will allow me to do the same with our space. A mixture, if you will," he replies, voice equally as playful as hers.

(Part of his heart jumps at the words our space and our environment as it has been so very rare that he has shared space with another in the way that he and Kreyu have found themselves in this situation.)

His attentions switch to her other leg for a moment, as fair is fair.

"As for inspirations...they would have me work to cause you to cry out with ecstasy, your voice echoing my name against these painted walls of this space around us..." he drops his voice in volume and in tone, a little dark. "While it is no secret what goes on within these walls of this building, I would hate to disappoint any of those who might overhear us at this late (early?) hour."

"I'd like that, though I have no idea what you would pick to suit me."

"Would be a shame to disappoint them," she agrees, voice a little dark. "I'm quite sure you can coax me to such ecstasy as to ensure they aren't disappointed." She licks her lips. "And I'll be plenty wet enough by the time you're through with that lovely mouth of yours to have you again, if you'd like to add your voice to the mix."

"Within the walls of this city? I am certainly I will manage to find something during our explorations that will suit you quite well." Be it while moving together with her, or on his own if she has business she needs to attend to - she will just have to wait and see! "I have a few ideas I am holding in reserve."

"My voice will have to be added later," he agrees, pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh. Teasing, tempting, oh-so-very-close to what she wants of him. "Because I am about to be quite...occupied."

A beat.

"For quite some time."

"I look forward to seeing what you have planned." With shopping AND with his mouth on her.

She threads her fingers into his hair, tugs gently just to let him know she has a grip. The skin of her thigh jumps under his lips, and her breath catches.

"I will not keep you waiting any longer," he says.

And that is all that he says, before he coaxes her thigh over his shoulder to rest against his neck, seeking out her heat and arousal with his lips and tongue, not hesitating to give her the attention she has wanted from him for the last while.

(He does give her the courtesy of starting a little slow, though it is not nearly as slow as the first time, when he was careful to seek out what she could handle from him. Now he has the advantage of knowing what she wants, what gives her the greatest pleasure, what causes her breath to hitch in her lungs, what gives her voice reason to catch in her throat with a ragged gasp of delight.)

Her breath catches in a ragged gasp of delight as he teases her clit with his lips in just the right rhythm to drive her wild. "Yes!" she cries out, tugging harder on his hair. She shifts one hand toward the back of his head, to tug him just that little bit closer.

Her words are rambling, interspersed with hitching breaths, whimpers of pleasure, and ragged gasps of delight. "Oh, oh yes, Love. So good. Devour me, yes! Taste me deeply." Her hips buck against his mouth as he works his tongue inside her as though it were his cock, and her grip on his hair tightens. She's trying to be careful, but it might sting a bit as she gets more worked up.

He does not mind the slight sting as she tightens her grip - his scalp is tough, and he merely considers it a form of praise and encouragement, using it as motivation to repeat the actions that cause her to twist her fingers in his hair. When it gets to be too much (rarely), he simply backs off his efforts, slows down, gives her a chance to catch her breath before he ramps it up again.

His hands are not idle during this effort either - his fingertips work their way over her knees, her thighs, her hips, each seeking out pleasure points he knows exist on her skin. They move higher to skate across her stomach, to graze his nails lightly over her ribcage, then to cup her breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples gently as he works his mouth and tongue in time and rhythm.

Her rambling words only encourage him further, grow his own arousal, heat building in the center of his chest and pit of his belly. He groans against her skin, vibrations passing between them as she tugs particularly firmly on his hair. He likes that, very much so.

She wants him to drive her over the edge and back again? He certainly will do so with a combination of all efforts, an 'attack' on all fronts.

She reaches the point where she can't manage words, where she's writhing in pleasure under his mouth, thigh pressed against his neck, fingers tightening in his hair in that way that makes him groan. His 'attack' on all fronts winds her pleasure tighter, stokes her want to an inferno.

She's whimpering, gasping, in pleasure as her body quivers, tightens, and then she comes with his name on her lips, the first word she's managed in a WHILE.

Hearing his name spoken like that ignites a fire deep in his soul, in a way that only she has ever managed - he works her through the waves of her climax and then eventually settles himself down as she relaxes. Once he's taken a few deep breaths to settle his own heartbeat, he moves from his knees to climb up beside her, pulling her up a bit on the bed and into his arms - remembering that she prefers it if he holds her as she comes down from the peak of her ecstasy.

Her skin is sticky with sweat (so is his) and she fits against him just perfectly, a tangle of limbs and one of his wings slightly draped to cover their bodies - he has no desire to wrestle with blankets at the moment.

Eventually, there will be words spoken again. But he is in no rush for anything other to enjoy this moment, the glow between their energies nearly palpable in the room.

She leans into his touch when he takes her in his arms, fits herself against him as if it's instinct. She does love it when he holds her, especially when she's coming down from an orgasm. She feels safe, loved, when they are like this, his wing draped over them.

She basks in the moment, the glow between their energies, the lovely endorphins. She nuzzles his neck as her hands idly wander his skin.

She speaks, eventually, as she can feel how hard he is quite easily when they're entangled like this. "How would you have me, love?"

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Skellig sighs as she nuzzles at his neck, tipping his head back slightly to allow her better access to his skin. His own heartrate settles, his breathing evens to match that of her own, as he considers her question.

"How would I have you..." he lightly clicks his tongue against his teeth, picturing the options in his mind. "...I would have you however you would prefer it. With you laid beneath me as you are..."

He looks down at her, knowing that she is still rather 'spent' from her own orgasm, and that he is unlikely to 'last' all that long given their activities earlier over the course of the evening. He reaches for one of her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"...or perhaps even if you would just like to kiss me, use your hands to coax me to come...I would enjoy that as well. You are quite talented with your fingers, after all."

She laughs, low. "I'm glad you think so." She kisses his neck, whispers in his ear. "I would like to kiss you while I coax you with my fingers. Might even be able to get my wings around your body for some extra stimulation."

Her grin is wicked. "Since you quite enjoy my feathers on your skin." She shifts his position just a little, shifts her wings to wrap around him, touch the back of his thighs, his wings, the back of his arms. "Shall I stroke your cock with my hands and your skin with my wings while I kiss you breathless?"

With the extra stimulation from her feathers against his bare skin an added turn-on to his already aroused state, it takes a moment of effort for him to find his voice, his ability to form a sentence leaving him as she grazes her wings over his body, shifting beneath him.

"Yes. I would...I would quite enjoy that." He looks at her, eyes dark with want. "Kiss me. Please."

A shiver runs down his spine, and he focuses his gaze, nodding softly. "I...I will not get lost."

Her eyes are dark with want, but she's visibly relieved when he says he won't get lost.

She kisses him, gentle at first, but quickly deepening. She tries to put everything she feels for him into it: love, desire, trust, and emotions she can't even name. She lets her kiss and her stroking wings heat his blood while her hand slides down his chest and stomach toward his cock.

Then she strokes him exactly the way he showed her when he was first instructing her on how touch him to bring him pleasure.

Her touch is so very simple, so very basic...and yet it is everything that he needs and wants from her all at once as it comes to him accompanied by such power in her kiss.

The emotions and feelings she is putting into it are very easy for him to pick up on in his current state of mind, their connection sharp and strong. At first for a brief moment, it is nearly a bit overwhelming. But her Karma is a bright, shining point of connection - a star in the dark that he can use to navigate, keep his direction true.

I will not get lost, he promised her. And he meant it.

His hips shift involuntarily towards her hand as she strokes his cock, and his quiet moans of pleasure against her mouth will be clear evidence that this is perfect. His hands move to settle on her waist, holding her loosely in his grasp - another valuable connection point as she kisses and touches him, his blood rushing eagerly throughout his body beneath his skin.

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She's clearly quite pleased by his response, growls in satisfaction as she kisses him, strokes his body with her wings and his cock with her hand.

So bright, so warm, her Karma a beacon, her love a balm, her touch driving him to ecstasy. Could he have even IMAGINED something like this in his wildest dreams and fantasies a month ago? She'll coax him to his release just like this, keep stroking him as he spills his release over her hand until he's finished.

OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Three

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