OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Three

[brave_kreyu]

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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[brave_kreyu]

Her head snaps up at his whistle, startled. But then she sees him, sprawled on silk that matches his lovely eyes, an item from HER hoard around his arm, sprawled out like the most sensual of visions.

Her eyes shift to violet, her energy surges with WANT, with Desire. Her tongue darts delicately across her lips, an unconscious motion of hunger. "Such a fine sight you make," she says, voice rough with desire. Her wings shiver, rustle, as if she's about to pounce.

She stalks toward him, slow. "Heka gave me hours of pain. I can think of no finer revenge than for my mate to claim me with pleasure atop his hoard before I take it for myself."

She leaps, wings moving through the air to help her move quickly toward him. Then, she's on all fours over him, wings spread. "Would you have me?" she whispers, voice rough with want. "Here, now?"

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"I would gladly aid in such revenge," he growls, wrapping one arm up around her body, fingertips toying with the base of her wing where it meets her shoulder. "I would have you here. Now."

And then he grins, a little wild and feral.

(Her dragon energy is primal and raw; mixed with the Karma of the hoard, he has no concerns about 'draining' it, allows himself to bleed a bit of it off and mix it within his soul, his own Light surging.)

"Repeatedly."

Skellig leans up slightly, pressing his mouth to hers in a searing kiss. If she relaxes her wings, he'll make an effort to flip them in a show of dominance, but if she'd rather be the one in control (for now), he will not complain. For she is not a trophy, or a conquest to be had.

[brave_kreyu]

She folds her wings and laughs delightedly when he says 'repeatedly'.

She meets his searing kiss with one of her own, hungry, but more than willing to let him take control. She eases her body down onto him, lets her whole weight rest so she can touch him with both hands, caress.

[27_53]

With her hands roaming over his body, it is easy enough for him to 'cheat' a little and roll them over, with plenty of room for them both to stretch out on this pile of exotic furs and silks. If he wasn't already burning with such desire and want for her, he would be most tempted to curl up and sleep - and he would sleep very well, in such a fine nest!

But this is not the time for sleeping.

He has other plans of what he would do with her, in this place. They start with kissing at her neck and throat, teasing the places her knows give her shivers down her spine.

[brave_kreyu]

She's pleased when he 'cheats' and rolls them over, her grin wicked. She sprawls beneath him, her body warm, soft, familiar under him.

She moans in pleasure as he kisses her neck and throat, tilting her head back to give him more access. The shivers down her spine are delightful, make heat coil in her gut. "Going to wrap me in your wings, cover me and claim me as your own?" He DID mention that idea before, after all!

Her hands caress his torso, his sides, tease his wings just a little.

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"That is one of my intentions," he growls playfully. "Among other desires that are stirring within my soul."

With better access to her neck and upper chest, he takes full advantage of it - after all, he would be foolish to waste such an opportunity to worship a goddess such as herself (even if she refuses to claim such a title). Kissing every inch of her skin he can reach, he sinks lower, teeth and tongue grazing the top of her shoulder.

"I would wrap you in my wings and claim you," he continues, words broken by kisses. "Atop such fine silks, the likes of which I have never seen before, soft as your skin..." His hand trails over her ribs, settling at her hip. "Bring you to pleasure, get you to cry my name in this vaulted space, rewrite the energy in these walls..."

[brave_kreyu]

His mind still knows the path of a scar on her shoulder that isn't there. It is sensitive, that path, to his teeth, lips, and tongue.

"Yes, OH yes," she gasps, as he explains his plans. "This silk will have pride of place in my hoard. Would ravish you on it at least one night a moon."

She shivers as his hands trail over her ribs, settle at her hip.

"Want to rewrite it with our ecstasy. Have every dragon and beast who enters this room know we pleasured one another here."

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"I have no doubts we will accomplish that," he says, and it is a promise in his voice, fingers curling lightly around her hip, pulling her body upwards to come into contact with his. "They will wonder...just what a unique pairing of lovers came to find their releases within this space..."

After all, the mixed scents of dragon and...whatever it is, that he is...are quite strange, to those sensitive enough.

"Perhaps I should have brought two extra bags," he comments, wry. "For the amount of treasures that we would take to add to your hoard, to decorate our nest."

[brave_kreyu]

She's glad to have her body pulled into close contact with his. "Indeed." She laughs, soft.

"There may yet be chests in this place somewhere, for carrying out treasure. Or storage vessels of some kind. Will have to bury some of it under the floor, when we get home."

She kisses his neck, then licks, teasingly.

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"I am good at hiding things."

Skellig shudders as she kisses at his neck, happy to have the contact, the exchange of pleasure.

"Once we return, I will see about crafting us a slightly larger bed," he groans as she licks at his neck, his voice dropping to a husky rasp. "Give us a bit more room for...activities."

Plus, he figures he will need something to do with his time, once she has 'healed' and returned to work with Taweret.

[brave_kreyu]

"Such a talented mate, you are," she tells him.

"Hm. Would like that. More room to stretch out."

She mouths at his neck, kissing, licking, sucking gently, though not enough to leave a mark. She presses her body up into him as much as she can.

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"With these silks upon the mattress, your body beneath mine, lit simply by the fire's flicker and the steady gaze of the moon..."

The image is highly erotic and he happily rubs his hips against hers, his arousal building, heat in his chest and his groin. "I would claim you on the bed I made for us."

His wings drape closer around her - not fully enclosing them, not yet - letting her body slide against his.

"With the memories of this moment, in this place, running through my mind..."

[brave_kreyu]

She moans in pleasure at the images he paints in her mind, at his hips rubbing against her, his wings.

"Yes. Want that," she tells him, shivering from pleasure and arousal. Her hands grasp at his kilt, attempt to unfold it, get it off of him.

She kisses his collar bones, his shoulders, seeking to grow that heat in his chest and groin.

[27_53]

"Want you," he says to her, shifting his hips to allow her better access to his waist, letting her strip his kilt off before he switches and does the same with hers - moaning softly as she trails her hands over his body.

It is an ebb and flow of control, which he appreciates greatly. The same as he appreciates her, and her power, and the things she does to him with her touch and kiss. And so many other things.

(Their kilts tossed aside, there is now nothing between them and these silks, and it is a sensory experience that he has not had before - his calloused hands almost feel unworthy of it, but he pushes that thought aside for now.)

[brave_kreyu]

She will try to teach him that he is worthy of every good thing, every pleasure, but it may take a while.

"Want you too," she gasps. Her hands run across his back high and low. Her mouth kisses every bit of him that she can reach from this position. She can't quite reach his nipples. "Every bit of you."

She rubs her hips against his, no fabric in the way now, skin rubbing on skin.

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Skin on skin is a glorious thing, and Skellig has also come to enjoy the fact that what he knows as 'traditional' clothing guidelines do not yet exist, in this time and space - minimal clothing is more of his basic nature, and should be embraced, in his opinion.

Also, he gets to look at nearly every inch of her whenever he pleases. (Which is often.)

He shifts his body to settle his weight above her onto his elbows, giving her better access to his chest with her hands.

"Every bit of me is delighted by your touch," he murmurs, smirking against her skin. "Some parts clearly more than others."

That would be evident by his cock, pressed firmly against her thigh, already hard and wanting her - but he wants more foreplay, first, and she deserves more worship.

[brave_kreyu]

Skellig will likely be a bit disappointed when the climate in the city requires Kreyu to wear something above the waist.

She runs her hands over his collar bones, teases his nipples, traces his ribs with gentle fingers. She loves touching him, giving him pleasure.

She laughs when he smirks against her skin. "Indeed. I wouldn't have thought I'd have you this hard so soon."

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"It is usually not quite so quick," he admits, laughing. "But apparently, I quite enjoy being pounced upon by my dragon with her wild, violet eyes."

Nevermind the fact that he was flaunting his body for the taking, begging her to tackle him upon these silk sheets.

"You teach me new things about myself each time we lay together."

[brave_kreyu]

"I shall have to pounce upon you more often, then," she teases.

She grins. "It's only fair, since you teach ME new things about myself every time." Her hands wander his chest, stroke across his stomach, tease his thighs.

"Can't take you in me, yet, but I could put my mouth on you?" she offers.

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"I would come too quickly, with your mouth on me - you deserve more worship," he counters. Though her hands on his thighs are quite wonderful, and he cannot resist the groan that escapes his throat as she strokes her hands over his body. "After all, it is I should be laying claim to you upon this hoard, is it not?"

He doubts Kreyu really cares about the 'rules' in this scenario. If she wishes to take him, then he would let her with minimal protest.

However, with what he can manage with his hands as he balances above her - he works to caress every curve he can reach, his fingers trailing over her breasts, her ribcage, his mouth working her throat and neck.

[brave_kreyu]

"You raise a some very good points," she replies, smiling.

She moans, gasps, as his hands and mouth give her such pleasure. "And how would you claim me, Skellig?" she asks.

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"I will have to leave your mouth free," he says, sliding his body down over hers. "So that your moans and cries are able to echo throughout this room without being held back."

And if she's not kissing him, then he's free to let his mouth wander elsewhere, he takes one of her hands in his own, bringing her fingers to his lips, kissing at her palm before he takes one of her fingers in his mouth, sucking gently.

Much like he would like her to use her mouth on him, later.

"And then I would have your legs around my body, pleasuring you in every which way you would desire with my lips and tongue."

[brave_kreyu]

The tiny noises of pleasure she makes as he sucks on her finger seem to echo, somehow. "Oh, yes," she gasps. "Want your lips and your tongue all over me. Hands, breasts, belly, between my legs."

She shudders, eyes dark with desire. "Licking, kissing, rubbing, sucking, all over. Thrusting that tongue of yours inside me like it was your cock."

[27_53]

He laughs loudly at that - clearly delighted and aroused by her words, because this is a side of her that he hadn't quite managed to coax out yet, and he likes it.

"I like this side of my dragon," he teases, wickedly. "Like it very much so. And since you have asked so kindly..."

He shifts the attention of his mouth from her hands to her breasts, as 'instructed', teasing at her nipples with his tongue and lips, working them over with great care and detail before he trails a path down her midsection, nipping gently at her ribs with his teeth, tracing the soft swell of her belly with his lips.

[brave_kreyu]

Learning what she wants, learning HOW to ask for it, has been an ongoing process.

Her cries of pleasure are echoing in this chamber, already drowning out the silence, the loss, the slow death of the city. Given the decor on the door, it is likely that the King and Queen would approve of the use to which the room is currently being put!

She moans, gasps, whimpers, in pleasure as he works, her body arching toward him. She has given herself over completely to the pleasure he is giving her. Her soft skin is flushed with arousal, damp with sweat, rich with the taste of her that he knows so well.