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

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."

She laughs, low. "I don't mind your kisses wandering, so long as your self stays with me." She knows Skellig isn't afraid to lose himself in too much Light, but it worried her!

She shifts to better meet his body, runs her lips over whatever bits of him she can reach. And she runs her fingers through his hair because they both enjoy that.

Another shiver ripples down his spine as she grazes his scalp with her fingernails, a pleasured sigh escaping his throat as she runs her fingers through his hair.

"I am much more aligned with you than I was before," he says, voice low. "Your Karma is brighter...a beacon in the dark. I would not lose myself again, no matter the depth of my wanderings..."

He brings his mouth up to meet hers, looking into her eyes.

"It is with you that I belong and with you that I intend to stay."

He can feel her relief, SEE it, when he says that he would not lose himself again. "I'm so glad," she tells him.

She meets his kiss, warm, sweet, gentle. But there's a touch of hunger in it, want, NEED, that grows as they kiss. One hand stays in his hair, but the other wanders his body, caressing whatever she can reach. Wings, chest, arms, neck, back, all are fair game as they kiss.

"Want you to stay, so much," she says, between kisses. "Want you to be mine, want to be yours."

Skellig nearly says there is no need for want, when it is what you already have but part of him does truly appreciate feeling wanted and desired, as it is a feeling that he is unaccustomed to and one that he finds he enjoys. Especially from Kreyu.

"I am yours," he says firmly, voice reassuring. "And you are mine. And it is with my mate that I will stay. I will not stray from you, no matter the temptation..."

(Nevermind that Kreyu would likely swiftly put an end anyone who tried to steal him from her.)

"...you are all that my soul desires."

Kreyu has picked up on him enjoying being wanted and desired by her, so she tries to give him that feeling often!

"My mate," she kisses him deeply. "I am yours, so long as you wish to be mine. Don't want anyone else to kiss me, caress me, have me, but you."

(She would definitely scare them off, if he wasn't interested in them. Actual murder might be reserved for those who couldn't take the hint to buzz off. If Skellig WANTED them she'd be busy sobbing her eyes out instead.)

"My soul desires all of you, every facet," she tells him. Her kisses, her touches, are getting more lingering, teasing, meant to help fan his desire for her to a roaring blaze. "Make me feel so GOOD, my heart, my mind. And you give my body such pleasure on top of all of that."

What she is doing to him with her touch and her kisses is definitely working - even if he is somewhat unaware of her underlying intentions, his attentions focused on tracing patterns across her skin (drawing lines that mirror her scales, in smaller form) wherever he can reach with his fingertips.

"I still do not know what fates brought me to this desert," he admits, as he shifts his body over hers to settle on his knees and elbows above her, allowing his mouth better access to her neck and throat, his lips brushing those before he moves lower to her collarbones. "But I am grateful it was you who found me wandering. No other would compare."

Using a wing for balance (and to mantle slightly over her), he trails his kisses lower, to the swell of her breasts, one hand settling against her ribs.

Kreyu hasn't realized that the patterns mirror her scales, but it feels good, his fingers tracing patterns. That he would be so comfortable with ALL of her, is not something she would ever have dared expect of ANYONE!

"So grateful I found you too," she echoes. Her body arches toward his lips, pressing into his mouth a little. "No one else could compare to you either, love." There is a certain thrill to his wings mantling over her, it sends a tingle down her spine. She doesn't understand why. Maybe it's the fact that she knows he COULD hurt her combined with the CERTAINTY that he won't? (A predator over her, but one she need not fear for she is his mate.)

He might feel her heartbeat under her ribs, speeding up in pleasure, arousal. Or feel her shiver in anticipation when his mouth nears the swell of her breasts.

He can see far more clearly in this dim light than she can, but she can FEEL his efforts just fine!

Not only can he feel her heartbeat with his hands, but he can also hear it easily (his ears are 'tuned' to only this room and their bodies, blocking out the rest of the building) without taking any extra effort to listen. And the way it speeds up when he touches and kisses her makes him grin, knowing that it is him that is making her feel this way.

(And she is right, in that he would most definitely NEVER hurt her.)

With his mouth on her skin, he kisses over the swell of her breasts - paying equal time and attention to both - before he settles his lips and tongue on one of her nipples, teasing gently in the way he has learned she enjoys most.

She moans, low, as he teases her nipple. She gently digs her fingers into his hair, rubs his scalp. Mute encouragement to stay right where he is AND something to give him pleasure at the same time.

"Such a lovely, clever, mouth you have," she praises him, voice low and rough with want. "Gentle, but feels so GOOD," she adds, the last word shifting into another low moan.

"Would let you feast on me all night."

He is more than willing to let her 'guide' him with her hands in his hair, giving her the ability to control where he pays the most detailed attention to her body. (Plus, the encouragement and the praise she gives him is a turn-on, giving him a slow surge of arousal.)

"Clever...I like that," he whispers, catching his breath briefly. "Also like the idea of feasting upon your body...tasting every inch of you..." His hand at her ribs slides lower to her hip, fingers curling gently against her skin. "Watching you writhe beneath me with pleasure as the sun rises, warm glow lighting your skin...my beautiful dragon."

It is quite a lovely image, painted in his mind.

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