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

"There is nothing to forgive," she tells him, between kisses up his thigh. "You are lovely, to me, just as you are."

When her mouth has ALMOST reached his balls, she stops, switches to working her way up his other leg. "I think I can almost taste the honey that was in the soap, on your skin, and the cinnamon. Another layer of complexity to your taste."

When she's worked her way up almost to his balls on the other leg, she stops for a moment, grins. Then she flicks his cock with her tongue ever so lightly.

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It is taking him quite a great deal of restraint to keep from squirming wildly beneath her touch; as it is, he shifts beneath as she works her mouth over his inner thighs.

However, all his restraint breaks - briefly, his body jerking and his fingers clenching in the sheets beneath his hands - when her tongue flicks from her mouth and grazes his cock.

He also swears (pleasured) in a foreign language, words grunted from between clenched teeth. If she didn't know how good this was making him feel (because she most definitely knows) she might worry he was uncomfortable, but the underlying laugh in his breath helps with any of those fears.

"My dragon is feeling inspired this evening."

"Very inspired," she purrs. Is there a hint of violet in her eyes? it would be hard for human eyes to see it, in moonlight, but it's there.

She places one hand on the inside of each of his thighs, then puts a gentle kiss on the underside of the base of his cock. She traces the blood vessels with little flicks of her tongue, keeping eye contact with him as much as she can.

Skellig shifts a little closer to the edge of the bed, his stance widening in response to her touch on his thighs. (He can see the violet in her eyes, and it only helps to further his want from his dragon's touches.)

She is driving him absolutely mad with pleasure, and she's barely just started with her mouth on him - he knows he's doomed. His grin in response however shows just how unworried he is.

"Love the things you spark in my body with your tongue," he whispers. "It's like lightning on my skin. Crackles."

Kreyu makes an inquiring sort of noise as she licks his cock from base to tip. Wouldn't lightning hurt? Well, unless you're Elihu who just finds it invigorating.

She teases the head of his cock with her tongue, licking everywhere, searching for the most sensitive places on a place that is already quite sensitive to begin with.

"That is wicked--" He sucks in a sharp breath, holding it briefly in his lungs before he exhales with a hint of a groan alongside. "--so very wicked and I, I love that. Love you."

Rambling is going to become more common, the more she works to tease him with her tongue - which she really is quite skilled with.

She likes his rambling, so that's just as well. And hearing him say that he loves her makes her heart beat a little faster, makes her feel warm. (She KNOWS he does, of course, but words are important.)

She takes the head of his cock in her mouth at last, bobs her head a few time, testing the water. But she's not done with wicked ideas, not yet. She folds her wings in front of her body as if they were her arms. She strokes the parts of his cock that aren't in her mouth with her wings, feathers sliding up and down his shaft. Her hands touch his balls, light, not sure if this will be too MUCH on top of everything else.

It isn't too much, in comparison to some of the ways she has rapidly brought him to climax (and sent his mind into a hard reset) previously during their escapades, but it is a lot of stimulation. His self-control wavers briefly, and given the pleasured cry that escapes his mouth...it is good that there is solid soundproofing of these walls, and that any sounds that might escape will not cause nearly as much of a stir as they would in their village back home.

Here, they are expected and encouraged!

His heartrate quickens and his breathing increases to more of a pant, and he brings one hand up to allow his fingertips to brush her feathers, teasing softly (and grounding himself with something familiar).

Oh, Kreyu LIKES that cry of pleasure, the sounds he makes, she moans around his cock in an encouraging sort of way. She shivers at the feel of his fingers in her feathers, a tingle of want going down her spine. She keeps going, keeps doing what's she's doing with her wings, her mouth, her hands.

She wants to get him close enough to climax that he can almost taste it!

When he's close, she takes her hands away, folds her wings back behind her, lets him slip out of her mouth. She draws a few deep breaths. But she doesn't go back to his cock. One hand works on his right calf while her mouth kisses his left calf. Light, teasing, touch while he drops back from the edge a bit.

Skellig rewards her efforts with several other near-breathless cries, his voice nearly pleading at some points for her to keep doing what she is doing...which she does not.

He does not hesitate to growl playfully in 'frustration' as she backs off, even though he knows what she is wanting to do to him - and he also wants to make this last, let this wave of pleasure cascade over him for longer. He gets it, he truly does. But that does not mean that all the parts of his brain have to agree with it.

His muscles are well-defined in his legs, and he appreciates the attention they get - even before arriving in the desert, wandering on foot, most all of his travel has been under his own power. When one does not drive, and one cannot simply step sideways between worlds, or he has been unable to fly...he walks.

Sometimes, he just walks for the sake of it.

"I deserve this," he mutters, knowingly, as she flicks her tongue across his skin. "I cannot blame you for it."

"Mhm," she agrees as she tastes his calf. "But it will feel so very good when you come in my mouth."

"And if you wanted, you could turn the tables later, put me where you are now." She teases the sensitive spots behind his knees. "I could get my hands everywhere in your hair, if you were before me like this. Tug on it while you drive me wild with your mouth."

"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.

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