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]

"Possibly. But you could get away without it, especially since I'm known as a foreigner here." She fiddles with the pot of kohl, the lid is stuck. "My husband may wear what pleases him."

[27_53]

His hands freeze in their efforts to tie the strapping of the sandals, when her words meet his ears.

my husband

His heart jumps in his chest, an odd-flutter overtaking his senses briefly (a similar wave of emotion ripples across his senses, akin to that which hit him when she had her fingers buried in his wings) before he clears his throat.

Quietly: "...you would consider me that?"

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu is not sure what to make of his reaction.

"Presumptuous of me, I know," she says, almost babbling. "But it's, it's the closest thing to 'mate' that they'd understand."

[27_53]

"It is not presumptuous," he shakes his head. "It makes sense, and I do not mind it. I just meant...I felt as if you would rather just introduce me as...lesser."

Skellig is NOT used to being treated as an equal, and he's unsure of how to respond to it in this situation. He looks up at her.

"I am honored to be your mate," he says firmly. "I would be just as honored to be your husband."

[brave_kreyu]

She shakes her head. "It would feel WRONG, to introduce you like that. You're my equal, my mate."

Her joy is a bright fire as she wraps her arms around him in an embrace when he says he would be just as honored to be her husband.

[27_53]

Skellig returns the hug, wrapping her snugly in his arms - and even with his wings 'hidden', they are still there, secure and strong around her body. His armband, the one she gave to him, is pressed against her bicep, warmed by their skin.

"Perhaps we will have to consider this our honeymoon," he muses, lips pressing against hers lightly. "If you would give me the honor of being my wife...I am certain in this city, we could find a priest."

Make it official.

He kisses her deeply.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu was about to explain that priests aren't involved in weddings here, but then Skellig is kissing her deeply.

She presses her body to his, returns his kiss with equal fervor. When she HAS to break for breath, she laughs, the sound bright and joyous. "There's no real ceremony for a wedding, here," she explains. "It's a matter of living together and letting your community know that you are married. Those who are spouses goes to every house in their village, introduces themselves as husband and wife. There is often a celebratory feast too."

[27_53]

Her laugh is a welcome addition to the noise, the echoes in this room, and his voice is breathless (both from the kiss and from relief) when he speaks.

"I am not much for ceremonies," he replies, reaching up to brush her hair back from her face again. "Though I will admit, the night that we laid together beneath the stars, on the beach...I felt as if something changed, then. With us, your hands in my wings...everything became sharper. More focused. It was if our souls..."

He intertwines their fingers, looking down at how her hand fits in his.

"Joined. I could hear, better. I did not mention it before, as I could not...explain. Still cannot explain it. But perhaps..."

Perhaps that was all the ceremony needed.

[brave_kreyu]

"Perhaps no other marriage ceremony would fit such as you and I," Kreyu muses. Her hand brushes his cheek. "A joining in flesh to join our souls together."

"I do not mind, if we can never explain it." She kisses him gently. "Shall we go back up to our room, for our honeymoon?" There is hunger in her gaze, but no DEMAND.

[27_53]

"If I knew better where exactly our room was, I would be tempted to sweep you from your feet, carry you to our bed."

His energy is practically electric at this point, Light beaming brightly within his soul. And he's certain that much more dramatic and romantic gestures have been made within the halls of this establishment.

"But as I am unfamiliar, I suppose we could walk."

[brave_kreyu]

"I could give you directions from your arms," Kreyu offers. "It's almost a straight shot from here. Take a left out the door, go up the stairs, then take your first right, go to the end of the hall."

[27_53]

With that, Skellig quickly gathers up the things they have left strewn about, gathering them up into the bundle with a clean cloth, and hands it to her.

"Hold this, my love?"

And then once she takes it, he does just as described, laughing as he sweeps her up into his arms, one of hers wrapped firmly around his neck (even though he would never drop her) to steady herself as he navigates out the door and into the hall.

[brave_kreyu]

She takes the offered bundle and is positively gleeful when he sweeps her up into his arms. If need be, she'll give him directions.

When they arrive, she gives him the key to the door so they can go in. The feel of the Karma is lovely, and she sighs in pleasure.

The full moon's light is shining through slits for air flow near the ceiling, painting the bed with silver.

[27_53]

He does not set her down when they enter - closing the door, he spins her once (gleefully) and instead takes the bundle from her with one hand, places it on a chest as he walks her to the bed.

And then he lays her down upon it, her skin lit vividly by the moon's light as it paints patterns on the fine sheets beneath her.

"I know you just got me dressed," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss her throat. "But I would have you."

[brave_kreyu]

"I would like that," she replies, tilting her head to let him have better access to her throat. "How would my husband have me?" she asks, voice breathy.

Her tone turns dark with desire and ever so slightly teasing. "On my knees, with your cock in my mouth?"

[27_53]

Allowing himself to channel some of the Karma that is threaded through the room, Skellig smirks against her skin as she puts that image into his mind.

"I would not ask my wife to kneel before me," he breathes the words against her skin. "But the vision of your lips around my cock is...quite pleasant."

As if to 'reward' her for that, he cups one of her breasts in his palm, tenderly rubbing it through the linen of her dress.

"So I suppose if it was what my dragon decided she wished to do to me...I would feel it acceptable."

[brave_kreyu]

She moans in pleasure at the feeling of him rubbing her breast, the linen adding to the sensation of his touch.

"I wish to pleasure you for hours with my mouth, my hands," she gasps. She might not ACTUALLY be able to make things last that long.

[27_53]

Playfully, he growls and nips at the hollow of her throat - leaving no marks, of course - and then laughs.

"I do not know if I am yet recovered enough to last for hours, though I am certain your efforts will make it pleasurable regardless. You always manage to coax more from me than I am expecting," he praises her. "I am a very lucky man to take such a wife."

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes at his praise, but she's clearly pleased. "And I am a very lucky woman to take such a husband."

Her hands wander his chest, tease his collar bones. "Might be prudent for this dress to come off, before I rumple it thoroughly pleasuring you," she suggests.

[27_53]

"Thankfully that was the next item on my list," he says cheerfully. "I would help you do so at once."

And he does that, sliding the linen from her skin - and he does move away from her to carefully drape the dress over a chair, to keep it from wrinkling in the overnight hours. And when he turns back to look at her...well, he just studies her, pleased.

"A vision, you are."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu kicks off her sandals.

She flushes further at his gaze upon her, then stretches temptingly. "You might want to remove your kilt too, while you're there."

[27_53]

Skellig works on both his sandals and his kilt in short order, taking his time to fold the kilt linen oh-so-carefully before placing it on the chair with her dress. After all, it wouldn't do for his clothing to be wrinkled either...

He's definitely lingering on purpose.

[brave_kreyu]

"Almost forgot," Kreyu says. She stretches again, and her wings manifest, stretching with her.

She can tell that he's lingering on purpose. If he wants to look as opposed to touch, that's fine. She sprawls, moonlight shifting over her skin, cups her breasts in her hands, spreads her legs wide.

[27_53]

Even as much as he'd like to tease her, tempt her by lingering and just looking at her body...she is something he is unable to resist, especially in the state they are both in.

Skellig walks back over to the bed, crawling up beside her (still slowly) and settles, draping one leg over hers, his arm across her midsection, allowing one of his hands to join one of hers on her breast.

"If I were an artist of any sort, I would wish to capture your image with more than just my eyes," he admits, pressing his lips to her shoulder, his thumb caressing her nipple. "But I am not, so my eyes and mind will have to do."

[brave_kreyu]

"There you are," she says, smiling, as he crawls up beside her. One arm wraps around him immediately, caressing his back. The other leaves her breast when he caresses her nipple, runs through his hair.

"Your eyes and mind will more than do, Skellig." She luxuriates in the feel of his hands, his lips, on her.

"Shall we kiss for a while, let our hands wander where they will?" she asks. "Or would you rather have my mouth somewhere else first?"