OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Three

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The lost city is carved into stone, even into the earth itself in places. A small oasis remains, and that's where Kreyu lands in her dragon shape, Skellig on her back.

An entire PRIDE of lions was asleep here, this place a den, but Kreyu's arrival sends them all fleeing in terror. THEY know who the most terrible predator in the area is quite well, thank you!

"A bit of luck. Nothing too big should be here, if they had made this place a den." They won't be back while they can still smell her scent.

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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.

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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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.

[brave_kreyu]

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."

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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?"

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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."

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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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.

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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As turned on as he already was having brought her to her own release just a few moments earlier, it will not take long for her to bring him to his own, despite his efforts to get it to last as long as possible. Occasionally he breaks his mouth from hers to catch his breath - it only leads her to kiss at his neck and throat, another thing she does so well to add to his arousal - before he allows himself to fall back into another round of kissing her, his mouth claiming hers for a moment before he relinquishes control back to her, allowing her to claim his in the same manner.

Time has no relevance in this space, her wings wrapped around him, so he has no idea how long he lasts beneath her touches (nor does he think it even matters to either of them, when the goal is pure pleasure, which she is giving him in spades) before he comes, breaking his lips from hers to bury his face in her neck, gasping her name against her skin.

His entire body is trembling, but it is not from fear or nerves, just arousal and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

[brave_kreyu]

She leaves her wings wrapped around him, places one hand in his hair and the other around his waist.

She holds him close, cuddles him while he recovers. She's perfectly fine with his weight on top of her as they sprawl on the bed. With her wings wrapped around him, they could almost pretend that she is the entire world, that nothing exists beyond the two of them.

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"Didn't get lost," he eventually murmurs against her neck, snuggling his body close to hers - the tremble in his body stops as the adrenaline surge fades, and he knows that he is safe here within her grasp, covered by her wings.

(Even though she is not currently in her dragon form, he knows it would be damn near impossible for any harm to come to either of them in this moment, in this space, and the reassurance in his mind is a welcome feeling.)

He lightly presses his lips to her skin, looking up at her. He is quite comfortable like this, and she doesn't seem to mind that it is him lightly sprawled atop her.

"You good? M'not too heavy?"

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"I'm good, you're not too heavy at all," she murmurs. She strokes his head, his back, gently.

"Only fair that the treasure lays upon the dragon once in a while," she quips.

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Skellig huffs a laugh at that comment, and nuzzles his face into her shoulder, grinning against her skin.

"This is true," he points out. "I am certain the dragon will make up for it soon enough."

Stretching slightly, he settles his body in against hers and wraps himself around her frame, not quite the 'dragon-sprawl' that she is so good at, but close enough to make a reasonable approximation of it.

"Her mate looks forward to it," he adds, voice a low whisper that is broken by a yawn.

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm sure I will," she replies, voice soft.

She yawns when he does, sleep creeping up on her. She's worn out in a very nice way and she's so comfortable.

It won't take long for both of them to drift off to sleep.