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]

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."

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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?"

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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."

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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.

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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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."

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"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?"

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"I would kiss you for awhile," he responds. "Then we can decide where your mouth would travel next." (Or his, for that matter.)

Kissing is intimate, deeply personal, and something that Skellig enjoys very much on a basic level - especially when it involves her mouth on his, a give and take of control, shared breaths and quiet sounds of pleasure.

And with his ears 'off', his sphere of focus limited to just this room and their shared space (he trusts that this place is safe, because clearly she has made it such and he can sense the Karma that lingers in the walls) and it makes it all that much easier to pay his attentions to her with his mouth, lips, tongue.

[brave_kreyu]

They spend quite a while kissing, touching, stirring the embers of their desire. Her hands wander all over him, his chest, his stomach, his wings, his arms, his hair.

At some point, they roll one another over so that he's underneath her. "Would like to get you ready for me to put my mouth on your cock," she whispers against his lips, between kisses. She kisses his collarbones, his nipples, licks and explores his chest, her wings mantled over him.

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He is tempted to reply with I am always ready for that but he does not, instead sighing happily as her lips graze his chest, her wing feathers hovering above their bodies.

"My body appreciates your attention to detail," he says honestly, allowing his head to tip back into the soft pillows of the bed, chest pressing upwards slightly to meet her kisses. And it is obvious with the fire burning in his chest, the heat spreading across his skin, that she is doing just that, making him ready for her.

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She laughs, low. "I'm glad," she purrs. She teases his abdomen, licks, kisses, gently scrapes her teeth across his hip bones.

She's kissing his thighs when she has an idea. "Would you move down to sit on the end of the bed for me? I'll be right back."

She sashays over to the trunk with their loot bags in it, and retrieves a silk cushion taken from Heka's hoard. "I intend to be on my knees a while, best to be prepared, no?"

[27_53]

He is halfway to sitting at the end of the bed (he's moving slowly, simply because he's taking the time to watch her walk away from him) when she retrieves the cushion and her words filter into his brain.

His skin flushes deeper, and he laughs, low and husky.

"I would insist on your comfort above all else," he replies, cheekily as he finishes his move to the end of the bed, bringing with him a pile of pillows to rest his back against if he ends up needing to.

It is clear he is excited at the prospect of whatever it is she intends to do to him, from the light reflected in his eyes.

[brave_kreyu]

She clearly likes his cheekiness, and that fact that he's brought pillows to rest his back against. "As I would insist upon yours," she replies, equally cheeky.

She struts back over to him, a wicked gleam in her eye. She judges positioning carefully as she stands before him a moment, then places the cushion in the best spot on the floor. She kneels, slowly, never breaking eye contact.

Kneeling is often considered a position of subservience, of vulnerability, of lesser before greater, but there is none of that in her body language, in her energy, as she kneels before him. She spreads her wings, for balance, mouths the inside of one knee while one hand strokes the other.