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

Skellig considers her question and confusion. "I have always thought that they hid it, to keep it from others? At least that is how I have heard it in stories..."

He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes slightly - because now he is a bit confused now at himself - because this is a memory, but he is not quite certain where it has come from within his mind. Is it from a past experience? From something he has learned or heard from Before he arrived here, in the desert?

Shaking his head, he refocuses his attentions on her legs.

"I have never been much for following maps," he admits. "I prefer to wander."

"Perhaps they do, somewhere." The world is a big place.

Her breath catches with pleasure as he hits a sensitive spot near her knee. The lines are running out, when he gets this high up her leg.

"I've never been much for following maps either," she admits. "So much better to discover as one goes."

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Even with the lines running out, Skellig does not allow his explorations to cease - once his fingertips have reached the end of the 'map' he has to work with, he allows his hands to skim higher, working up her thighs, beneath the fabric of her dress. He is nearly at the edge of what he can reach, with the way they are sitting and he can't see through fabric.

So his fingertips will have to do the discovering.

"There are a few things that would make this easier..." he mutters playfully, teasing at her skin on the underside of her thigh. "But I am in no desire to rush."

If she were to straddle his lap, for starters. Or if she got rid of this dress and most of her jewelry to avoid damage, also. But he does like the way she looks, adorned in it all, kohl dark around her eyes...

"I should probably take all this jewelry off, to keep it safe." She sits up, straddles his lap, and starts removing jewelry.

There's a playful look in her eyes as she slowly removes jewelry, shifts just a little on his lap. "I can always put it back on later, if you want to admire me in it some more.

"That is an option to consider," he says quietly, his voice a little rough around the edges as he watches her remove the pieces she has on. (And shifts just a little in a way she knows will send shivers straight to his core.) "I may have you do that, once I have found some of these hidden pieces of artwork..."

While she is still working on the jewelry, he slides his hands up underneath her dress, settling them at her hips.

"I do have another idea, for once we have shifted our...endeavours...to the bed," he continues. "One of my other gifts for you will pair quite nicely with these flowers I have gathered and strewn about..."

Skellig bites his lower lip, thinking of her and those silks beneath her body, surrounded by delicate petals (he would move them to ensure none would crush and stain the delicate fabric but just to look at her a moment in all her glory...) and with that smoldering look in her eyes, flashing violet with desire.

"I like the sound of that," she purrs. Dragon is intrigued.

She can feel his hands on her hips under her dress, his touch comforting and arousing at the same time. She lifts her dress gently over her head, pulls it off. Then, she drapes it carefully over the end-table.

Some of her hidden Henna work isn't hidden, now. These designs are far simpler, done by Kreyu herself. Her nipples have been darkened with henna, turned into the stigmas of flowers with their 'petals' drawn circling her areolas.

"And I like the look of that," Skellig replies in response the reveal of the artwork she has added to her body.

His hands skim upwards from her hips, dancing briefly along her ribcage before coming to rest as he lightlys cup her breasts in his palms. These designs may be simpler, but there are still lines to trace with his fingertips, which he intends to do - and he does, gently outlining the 'petals', to start.

"The merchant at the flower stall asked me today, which type I wanted. Which type my wife liked best," he clarifies. "I told them that we were only recently married...I do not know what flower is your favorite. But I wished for the widest variety he could give me of the most rare and exotic types...because that is what best reminds me of you."

She gasps softly in pleasure as he cups her breasts, starts to trace the 'petals'.

She blushes at his story. "Why the rare and the exotic ones?"

"I don't know that I have a favorite," she adds after a moment of thought. "Any flower you gave me, I would adore."

"Why the rare and exotic ones?"

Skellig tips his head, looks at her with a slightly crooked smile on his face as he contemplates his response. On one hand, he could argue that she is a rare and exotic creature herself - a dragon - the first he had ever met, in a faraway land! On the other hand, he could debate with her how he is also a rare creature, the only one (except maybe the Winged Folk on this side of the sea...he needs to ask her about them, sometime, can't forget that) of his kind. And it just makes sense...

Instead he simply sighs and laughs a little under his breath.

"My mind is wandering tonight," he whispers, somewhat apologetically as he leans in to press his lips against hers. His kiss is gentle at first, lingering and soft - as his fingertips curl around her nipples, teasing. "I just have so much running through it, I cannot seem to focus."

Perhaps kissing her deeper will help?

"I don't mind if your mind wanders," she tells him. He has done nothing he needs to apologize for!

She returns his kiss, lingering and soft, until his fingertips curl around her nipples and tease. That makes her moan in pleasure, nipples hardening under his attentions. "Feels good."

"Might need to move me to the bed to see the other pieces, though," she teases. Her hands are wandering over his chest, his stomach, working at getting that kilt off of him.

"I eventually plan on having you laid out beneath me on that bed of ours," Skellig tips his head in the direction of the bed. "So I can fully explore your body, inch by inch...trace those lines with more than my fingertips..."

Her efforts to work his kilt free will eventually be successful, but he is not making it easy for her - not with the way he shifts his mouth to kiss down the side of her neck and the top of her shoulder, doing his best to be distracting.

While one hand remains on her breast, he drops the other back to her forearm, fingertips trailing over the vines and knots.

"Do you know how hard it was for me not to trace these lines beneath our table in the tavern, while you were sat beside me?" He whispers.

"I look forward to your leisurely explorations," she replies, voice slightly rough with want.

Want which is not helped at all by his mouth on her neck and the top of her shoulder, so deliciously distracting,

"Was it?" she whispers back, a bit surprised. "Even with my brother there?"

"Your brother was likely the only reason I did not," he says. "During our earlier conversation, before you arrived...he had spoken to me about the fact that anything I told him would not offend his...sensibilities."

Skellig pauses his lips against her shoulder briefly, as well as the movements of his fingertips along her arm.

"But regardless of that, I did not wish to put you in a position where you might have been uncomfortable. It would not have been appropriate. This..." he strokes lightly over her skin. "This is for us alone."

"I appreciate that," she replies. She kisses him, gentle. "These things, they are for us alone."

She's very sure she doesn't want to know how her brother's 'sensibilities' came up, although she has her suspicions.

"You can trace them all you like, here. And more,"

"I intend to fulfill all of today's fantasies, this evening." Skellig smiles. "And perhaps a few others I have been holding in reserve."

Her straddled across his lap like this is lovely, but it does limit exactly where he can reach with his mouth and hands. Yet, he has no desire to move them just quite this moment. Not when she is so close to him, and her hands are so close to sensitive parts of his anatomy.

"The first of those is kissing you until I can see a hint of that violet flash across your eyes," he adds. "Let a bit of the dragon out to play."

She laughs, low, at his statement about fantasies. "That sounds like a very pleasant evening."

She kisses him, deepening it almost immediately. Her hands wander his lower back, his belly, his thighs, teasing strokes across his skin.

Pleasured shivers ripple down his spine when her fingertips wander across his lower back, an automatic response (even if this 'version' of his soul does not understand why exactly he reacts that way) to being touched with such care and desire in a place where only she has done so with her hands. It is a pleasure that he would struggle to explain to her why it feels so good, but it just does.

"More of that," he mutters softly against her lips during a 'break' for air.

(At least they are remembering to breathe, this time. For now.)

"Just cannot get enough of your hands on me," he adds. "No matter where they are."

"Gladly," she purrs. She strokes his lower back with varying pressures, patterns, looking to find the one that drives him wildest.

She shifts her weight so that her thigh rubs ever so slightly against his cock while she kisses him deeply, thoroughly.

When next they break for air, there's violet in her eyes. "Bet I could get you to come for me like this. Kiss you, touch your back, rub every now and again against your cock to keep you interested."

"Plenty interested," he sucks in a short breath - pleasure, not pain, just unexpected - when her hand hits a spot over his spine. "Regardless of if you're touching my cock or not."

Pausing briefly as he considers his words, he laughs at himself, the sound low and husky.

"Not saying you should stop," he adds. "Because I think you're right...you could get me to come for you like this. Don't know what it is about that spot on my spine," he grunts softly as she teases it again with her fingers. "But I like it when you touch me there, very much."

Her eyes flash solid violet at his last admission and her grin is wicked as she strokes that spot so slowly, rubs her thigh against his cock.

"This is lovely, but your dragon is feeling greedy," she purrs in his ear. "Want your cock inside of me every time you come tonight."

The violet in her eyes combined with her wicked grin and the purr in his ear causes his heartbeat to spike. An eager flush spreads through his body as his arousal grows, his wild energy slipping through his emotions, that spark in his eyes that she loves so much.

While she's kissing and touching him, he slides a hand between their bodies, brushing first over her thigh and his cock before he seeks out her clit with his fingertips, teasing at her skin.

"My dragon can be as greedy as she'd like to be," he growls, playfully. "Tell me how you would like me to spoil you first, tonight?"

She moans in pleasure as he teases her clit.

"You mentioned something about me on the bed beneath you, exploring me thoroughly," she replies. "Though perhaps I should call it an altar, decorated as it is with flowers," she teases.

She rubs her thigh over his cock, teases that spot on his back. "I have heard tales of a land where maidens are offered to the chief of their gods as brides. They lay down upon his altar in the temple, clad only in sacred paint and jewelry, and spend the night waiting for their god-husband to come and fill them," she whispers in his ear.

Skellig considers this and laughs under his breath.

"You are already clad in sacred paint," he points out (helpfully) as he bucks his hips slightly towards her touch, rubbing his cock against her thigh. "And I have something else with which to decorate the 'altar'..."

Another kiss, and then he nods to her.

"As much as it pains me to have you move from this space...I could do so, but only if you are not on my lap as you are."

She likes his cock rubbing against her thigh, but she's also curious about his 'decoration'. She slides off his lap, reluctantly.

"Will you need some help decorating?" Curious dragon is curious.

"I may," he teases, a bit coy. "In a moment."

First, he moves to arrange of the flowers and petals he has strewn about the bed as to have them 'out of the way', before he motions for her to join him at the beside, standing with the package before them that contains the silks he purchased earlier.

"Each of these I chose for a different reason," he explains as he watches her unwrap them.

First is the golden yellow: "I know how greatly my dragon desires gold, and to see you wear so many pieces of it over the time we have been here in Amikaya made me realize how lovely it looks upon your skin."

Then the darker grey, which shifts between charcoal and slate in the light of the candles and oil lamps, depending on how you look at it: "That one reminded me of your scales. They are a beautiful shade of grey...one might think it a plain color, but to me, it is not."

And last (but definitely) not least is the silk which has been dyed in the violet, a brilliant piece, which should need no explanation as she unwraps it.

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