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

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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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."

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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."

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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."

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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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She gently guides him toward her other nipple once the first has reached the point of it almost being too much. His words give her a slow surge of arousal too, making her flush.

"Clever, wicked, images you're putting in my head," she gasps. She presses into his fingers at her hip, body arching a little. "Lovely way to greet the coming sun."

"You'd look so beautiful too, watching the sun caress you as it rises, my beautiful owl." She moans. "Devouring me, or being devoured BY me." Kreyu finds BOTH of those images lovely and compelling. "Writhing under me in pleasure as I tease you with my hands, my mouth, my wings. Let the growing light show me all the details of you in ecstasy."

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Skellig contemplates for a moment the images that she is putting into his mind; the picture of his own body splayed out beneath hers in this bed, basking in the glow of the morning dawn as she works him with her hands and mouth, her feathers grazing his bare skin.

A shudder runs down his spine and he laughs - the sound low and husky, clearly pleasured by the thought.

"You are the most talented partner I have ever laid with," he says, voice honest and full of praise. "Nobody else has ever made me feel the levels of ecstasy that you have brought to the surface with your touch and kiss. Your feathers on my skin..."

Another shudder ripples down his spine, and he kisses the center of her chest, lips over her heart.

"Absolute divinity."

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His low and husky laugh makes the fire of want in her belly surge, makes a bit of violet seep into the color of her eyes.

Her heart skips in surprise at his words, and she flushes at his praise. She is more than a LITTLE smug to find out she's most talented partner he has ever laid with. "I knew they weren't worthy of you, that's only another piece of evidence on the pile."

His kiss over her heart makes her shut her eyes for a moment, and his comment about divinity makes her laugh, low. "THAT kind of divinity I might be wise and skilled enough to claim honestly," she tells him, opening her eyes again. "The winged goddess of your heart, your pleasure." It's said mostly in jest. She has no desire for him to think of himself as LESS than her, to think that she must be appeased or her affections bought with worship and offerings. But on the other hand, she quite enjoys his love, his devotion, his attention, his thoughtfulness, his gifts. There might be reasons dragons often end up worshiped as gods...

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The splash of violet that creeps into her eyes makes him smile, not only out of arousal but out of a heartfelt joy that she is able to share that part of her soul with him, just as he is able to share his full self with her - he does not need to hide who he is, what he is.

"You would not be wrong to claim it," he murmurs quietly, trailing his lips lower on her body, working his way over her skin with soft kisses. "Your heart is humble, my love. It is one of the things that I find most attractive of your soul."

He exhales, pressing his forehead lightly to her ribcage, allowing himself a moment to collect his thoughts and straighten his words.

"You have such great powers that you could use in so many ways...and you choose kindness, and caring. You are unafraid to walk alongside those who need the most help, to dirty your hands to lift others. So many others with even lesser gifts than yours would simply turn their heads and look elsewhere...and you do not."

(And he has been the street rat lying in the gutter, the beggar in the alleyway shadows, spat upon and kicked. She could easily have done the same to him as he wandered in the desert, and yet, she did not.)

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She sighs in pleasure as he works his way down her body, luxuriating in his soft kisses.

"How could I not? I am not lessened by giving such help, and the world in which I live becomes greater." Her older self would weep and laugh at her naivete, at her innocence. "And it feels good, helping." She flushes, runs her hands through his hair.

Even her older self would be surprised at how Skellig was treated, THIS version of her would be HORRIFIED.

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Horrified is not the mood that Skellig is wishing to set, which is why he shifts his attentions (and the subject) to resume his explorations of her abdomen, the muscles of her stomach and the curves of her hips all receiving equal attention from his lips and tongue.

"It is why we are alike," he says. "Helping brings Light into my soul, similar to the way that I feel when I can draw from your Karma. A fire, a surge..."

Her hipbones receive a few moments of 'worship', before he settles lower on the bed, running his palms across the tops of her thighs, fingers mapping out the muscles beneath her skin. Glancing up at her, he smirks wickedly.

"Regarding this 'feast'...would you rather have me kneel at the foot of the bed as you did earlier, your legs over my shoulders? Or would you rather simply lie here and have me ravish you as you are now?"

He would be fine with either option, though his hair would be easier for her to reach with the first versus the second.

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She responds to his efforts, pleased gasps, moans, breaths catching in her throat. Her heart is speeding up, her body flushing with arousal.

"The first," she says after a moment of thought. "Would make it easier for me to reach your hair that way, tug on it as you pleasure me."

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His smirk widens into an impish grin, a glint in his eyes that is only slightly feral.

"That is what I hoped you would choose."

With a light 'slap' of his hands against the tops of her thighs (not anywhere near hard enough to cause pain) he moves from between her legs to resettle at the end of the bed, gathering up a few pillows for her to lean against in the process.

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Kreyu laughs, pleased with his impish grin, that glint in his eye. When he's gathered up the pillows, she settles into position, legs hanging over the end of the bed.

She eyes the pillow on the floor, still where she left it. "It does go well with your eyes," she tells him, "and I can assure you it's quite comfortable for someone on their knees."

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"That entire set of silks you brought with us does," he agrees. "And the memories of you ravishing me upon it are seared firmly into my mind, quite easy to recall whenever I'd like to."

He settles on his knees, takes one of her legs in his hands, pressing his lips against her calf as he runs his hands over her skin.

"For inspiration, of course."

Or if he'd just like to revisit a very enjoyable several hours of his life. Repeatedly.

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"Mhm, I'm glad. They're certainly seared into MINE." She sighs in pleasure as his hands run over her skin and he presses his lips against her calf. "Perhaps I will decorate around you, love. Arrange our environment to show you to your very best advantage." She's teasing, but only a little.

"And what kind of inspiration are they giving you now?" she asks, breath low, rough with want, with desire.

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"Only if you will allow me to do the same with our space. A mixture, if you will," he replies, voice equally as playful as hers.

(Part of his heart jumps at the words our space and our environment as it has been so very rare that he has shared space with another in the way that he and Kreyu have found themselves in this situation.)

His attentions switch to her other leg for a moment, as fair is fair.

"As for inspirations...they would have me work to cause you to cry out with ecstasy, your voice echoing my name against these painted walls of this space around us..." he drops his voice in volume and in tone, a little dark. "While it is no secret what goes on within these walls of this building, I would hate to disappoint any of those who might overhear us at this late (early?) hour."

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"I'd like that, though I have no idea what you would pick to suit me."

"Would be a shame to disappoint them," she agrees, voice a little dark. "I'm quite sure you can coax me to such ecstasy as to ensure they aren't disappointed." She licks her lips. "And I'll be plenty wet enough by the time you're through with that lovely mouth of yours to have you again, if you'd like to add your voice to the mix."

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"Within the walls of this city? I am certainly I will manage to find something during our explorations that will suit you quite well." Be it while moving together with her, or on his own if she has business she needs to attend to - she will just have to wait and see! "I have a few ideas I am holding in reserve."

"My voice will have to be added later," he agrees, pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh. Teasing, tempting, oh-so-very-close to what she wants of him. "Because I am about to be quite...occupied."

A beat.

"For quite some time."

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"I look forward to seeing what you have planned." With shopping AND with his mouth on her.

She threads her fingers into his hair, tugs gently just to let him know she has a grip. The skin of her thigh jumps under his lips, and her breath catches.

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"I will not keep you waiting any longer," he says.

And that is all that he says, before he coaxes her thigh over his shoulder to rest against his neck, seeking out her heat and arousal with his lips and tongue, not hesitating to give her the attention she has wanted from him for the last while.

(He does give her the courtesy of starting a little slow, though it is not nearly as slow as the first time, when he was careful to seek out what she could handle from him. Now he has the advantage of knowing what she wants, what gives her the greatest pleasure, what causes her breath to hitch in her lungs, what gives her voice reason to catch in her throat with a ragged gasp of delight.)

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Her breath catches in a ragged gasp of delight as he teases her clit with his lips in just the right rhythm to drive her wild. "Yes!" she cries out, tugging harder on his hair. She shifts one hand toward the back of his head, to tug him just that little bit closer.

Her words are rambling, interspersed with hitching breaths, whimpers of pleasure, and ragged gasps of delight. "Oh, oh yes, Love. So good. Devour me, yes! Taste me deeply." Her hips buck against his mouth as he works his tongue inside her as though it were his cock, and her grip on his hair tightens. She's trying to be careful, but it might sting a bit as she gets more worked up.

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He does not mind the slight sting as she tightens her grip - his scalp is tough, and he merely considers it a form of praise and encouragement, using it as motivation to repeat the actions that cause her to twist her fingers in his hair. When it gets to be too much (rarely), he simply backs off his efforts, slows down, gives her a chance to catch her breath before he ramps it up again.

His hands are not idle during this effort either - his fingertips work their way over her knees, her thighs, her hips, each seeking out pleasure points he knows exist on her skin. They move higher to skate across her stomach, to graze his nails lightly over her ribcage, then to cup her breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples gently as he works his mouth and tongue in time and rhythm.

Her rambling words only encourage him further, grow his own arousal, heat building in the center of his chest and pit of his belly. He groans against her skin, vibrations passing between them as she tugs particularly firmly on his hair. He likes that, very much so.

She wants him to drive her over the edge and back again? He certainly will do so with a combination of all efforts, an 'attack' on all fronts.