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]

"I would wake you," Kreyu replies. "As you may wake me, should I have such dreams."

"I would, yes, since you were enjoying it so." She's intrigued.

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Skellig makes note of her wording, and nods.

"We were in this space," he starts. "Though it was more lively, perhaps as if I were the King and you were my Queen, in the time before the city was lost."

He motions with a hand at the room. "Though, the treasures remained. Glittering crystal, silver, gold...surrounding us. I do not know what we had reason to celebrate, but we were clearly...happy. You were astride me, pleasuring me with your lips and tongue."

His mind flashes to the next moment in the dream.

"You were tracing...my chest, with your fingers. As if to sear a ward upon my skin, to seal...to bind me, for protection, to lay claim to my heart. Not to trap me...I was not afraid...I desired it greatly." He swallows at the thought, the 'feeling' of her fingers on his skin still fresh in his memory. "And then you were laughing, we both were, as you were just about to mount yourself..."

She can fill in the rest of that sentence, as his skin flushes once more.

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes. "You were not afraid, you desired to be bound to me by magic?" That confuses her a little. "I know of no such spell, do not think I would trust myself with such a thing even if I did."

"But the physical, I could give you. Trace patterns on your skin, pleasure you with my lips and tongue, mount you."

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"There is no spell I know of either," he admits. "I would trust you, but it would not be something I would seek unless you felt comfortable."

Part of him still feels as if 'something' happened the night on the beach, with her hands buried deep in his wings, the stars in his eyes reflecting upon his soul as they came to ecstasy. But it is a feeling he still has not pinned down, or been able to clarify. So he does not mention it...

He stretches his body out beside her.

"And I would desire you," he says, playfully. "I do desire you. I seem to recall before I fell asleep, that you mentioned perhaps YOU claiming me, atop this treasure hoard of yours?"

[brave_kreyu]

"I did," she murmurs. She puts her mouth on his throat, sucks gently. "Would claim you, take my time driving you to ecstasy."

She shifts her body, straddles him, leans down to put her lips so close to his. "Kiss you until you're breathless," she whispers.

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"I like all of these ideas," he says. "Even moreso now that they are a reality, and not just a glimpse in my mind's eye."

Leaning up slightly, he gently presses his lips to hers, in a tender and chaste kiss. Unusual, yes, but he's in a teasing sort of mood. "I would like to see you try to take my breath away."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu's eyes are dark with want, twinkling with mischief. "Is that a challenge?" she purrs.

Her kiss on his lips is not chaste, not at all. Tender, passionate, deep, HUNGRY. She...can probably go between breaths longer than he can. Longer than the average human, for a certainty! She kisses him like she needs him more than air, like she's trying to distill every drop of desire, of want, she's ever felt into her lips on his.

[27_53]

He manages to return the kiss with an equal amount of ferocity and desire - and for a fair length longer than an average human, also. After all, when one flies at high altitudes, their lungs are more adept at consuming oxygen on a measured basis.

But she is so very hungry. And the lungs of a dragon are much, much stronger than those of an owl...

Skellig holds on as long as he possibly can before he weakly taps his hand against her shoulder, distracting her attention away from the kiss - which he drops back from, a vivid display of sparks and spots crackling across his vision, the room dark around the edges. He's panting, hard, desperate for air - and for her to do that again, once his heartrate comes back down and his lungs quit spasming in his chest.

"Win," he gasps out. "You. Win."

[brave_kreyu]

She looks slightly concerned. "Did you enjoy it, love? I don't want to hurt you...."

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"Not hurt," he says. He is still gasping for air, though it is slowly coming down from 'mild panic' to 'light desperation' and eventually will settle to 'pleasured arousal' as he forces his lungs to relax.

He is slightly punch-drunk sounding, when he speaks.

"Very good. Can't...can't do that again for...awhile. But yes...very good."

As an added bonus, his blood is now coursing rapidly through his veins, which has caused other areas of his body to become much more ready for her to take hold of him.

[brave_kreyu]

She can feel him against her thigh, and she grins. One hand traces patterns on his chest, words of love in a dozen tongues. The other hand takes hold of his cock for a moment, supports him with her palm. Bringing her wing over is a little tricky, but she manages to 'catch' his cock between her fingers stroking the underside of his cock and her wing feathers teasing the top.

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"Oh-" He gasps, loud and startled when her feathers touch his cock - that is another thing he was certainly not expecting her to do to tease him, and he has to force back the growl that threatens to escape his throat, lest she see just how good that makes him feel so quickly.

(Little does he knows, hiding it does no good, based on how the rest of his body reacts - his skin shuddering, a greater flush rising to his skin beneath her fingers on his chest, hair standing up on end on his arms and neck. She will be able to clearly tell that's a turn-on.)

[brave_kreyu]

"Is it too much, love?" she asks. She can tell that it's a turn on from his body, but he's trying to hide his reaction, which isn't something he's done before.

"Do you want me to stop?"

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"I don't want you to stop," he says, shaking his head rapidly. "I just...I wasn't...expecting such a strong...reaction..."

He shifts his eyes to her face, and there is a dark, nearly feral look in them. It is not a dangerous expression, but simply one that is on the edge of 'wild', a little darker and thicker with lust than what she may have seen from him before.

"I was afraid...if I growled with pleasure...I would scare you. And I don't want you to stop."

As soon as he says what he is thinking, part of his brain clearly realizes just how stupid it sounds.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu is TRYING not to laugh, she really is. "You would not frighten me by growling, love," she tells him, affection and laughter in her voice. "I know I have growled in pleasure, before, with you."

"Sounds of pain, of distress, those would frighten me. Anything else is likely to have the opposite effect."

"Shall I touch more of your body with my wings, including your cock?" She drags her wing, slow, up his cock, his stomach, his chest, then reverses direction.

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"You have, but you are a dragon, I am not..."

His protest is cut short (which is his fault - after all, he did tell her he didn't want her to stop what she was doing to him) as she drags her wing over his body, her feathers rustling as they move over his skin, the sound filtering through the air to his ears.

It is such a fine, delicate, nuanced sound.
And when combined with such feelings of pleasure in his body.
Something triggers his primal brain.

something like you, something like a beast

And then Skellig does growl, and then leans up to catch her mouth in a hard, claiming kiss, very similar to the one she planted on him just a moment earlier that put stars in his eyes.

[brave_kreyu]

She matches his hard, claiming kiss, growling into his mouth. She wraps an arm around his waist, shifts her body weight onto his legs so she can pull him into 'sitting' upright. That lets her wrap BOTH wings around him in a feathery embrace, tease his neck, his back, his wings, the top of his ass, with strokes of her feathers as her wings move. If she had to give her wings a few more joints to accomplish this, Skellig is unlikely to notice.

Her hands wander his chest, his stomach, sometimes tease his cock with the lightest brush of fingers.

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With the way she is touching and stroking her wings and hands over his body, Skellig pays absolutely zero mind to the 'logistics' of how exactly her wings are moving over his skin - not noticing at all.

(Every nerve ending in his body feels incredible and he allows himself to just let go and truly enjoy it. Sitting up like this also makes it much easier for him to run his hands over her body as well, and he does so eagerly - only breaking their kiss when his lungs protest the lack of oxygen.)

"Don't know how I lived before without this," he mutters against her shoulder. "Without you. You are so good to me. So very, very good to me."

[brave_kreyu]

"I could say the same," she whispers in his ear. "You are so very good to me, Skellig."

She teases his collar bones as her wings stroke, caress his body. "Pity I can't get your cock in my mouth like this," she muses aloud. "Have to save pleasuring you with my mouth for hours for another occasion."

She moans and gasps at his touches.

[27_53]

"It is a pity," he mutters, a bit of amusement in his tone. "Because I do quite enjoy the image of you with your lips around my cock."

He leans closer, kisses her.

"But now...I would have you ride me here, claim me fully in this space." A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "We will save pleasuring me with your mouth for when I am dressed in those fine linens, adorned with the golden treasures you have chosen for me to wear."

[brave_kreyu]

She answers his wicked smirk with one of her own. "On my knees before you until I bring you to YOUR knees in pleasure?" she asks, half tease, half promise.

She slips a finger between her legs, checks her own readiness. "Need a little more, love."

"Would you mind if I rode your face for a bit, before I rode your cock?" Her tone is innocent, her grin is NOT.

[27_53]

The expression that crosses his face is a bit blank, briefly - mostly startled surprise at the idea and image that has just been put into his head by her request.

"I..."

He licks his lips softly, biting the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he raises his eyebrows, slightly mischievous grin taking over his features. This is not something he has considered, and now he wonders what took so long.

"I would not mind at all," he mutters, voice strained with pleasure.

[brave_kreyu]

The sight of him licking his lips, biting the tip of his tongue between his teeth, makes her shiver with desire.

She removes her wings from around him. "Lay back for me?" she asks, soft. "And don't let my pleasure do you mischief, please." A flicker of nerves, that's all. This, ALL THIS, is still so new to her.

[27_53]

Skellig runs his hands over the tops of her thighs, stroking softly before he leans in and presses his lips gently against hers. "I am not concerned about that," he whispers softly. "But you do not have to worry...regardless of the circumstance, I would object if needed."

Trust is important to each of them, as is the safety and comfort of the other.

Another quick kiss, another stroke of his hands across her thighs, and then he moves to settle himself into the cushions and silks, making himself comfortable in a languid sprawl.

[brave_kreyu]

The kisses, the gentle strokes, his words, all help settle her nerves.

Maneuvering herself into the right position takes a bit of doing. She's careful as she lowers herself down onto his face. She just sits for a moment, letting them both get used to this.