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

"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.

"They are all lovely," she leans in to kiss him. "I am honored that my husband should think of me so often, and that he has such excellent taste."

"The gold first, or the grey?"

"The grey, I think. Your eyes stand out better against it."

He lightly cups her cheek and leans in to kiss her, letting his body come close enough to hers that their skin makes contact just about everywhere possible along their front sides, her breasts against his chest, his cock against her hip.

"I have one more surprise for you," he murmurs when the kiss breaks briefly. It is only a brief pause for air, as he is happy to leave his lips to linger against hers. "It is perhaps the most...unique, of the things I have gathered."

She's glad of his kiss, the contact with his skin, quiet sounds of pleasure murmured against his lips as they kiss.

"You will definitely spoil me," she teases. She double checks for flowers that could get crushed before she lays the grey silk gently on the bed.

"It is just...my nature," he shrugs a shoulder slightly, wings rustling in the quiet as he moves to fetch the last box (which is actually two; one is smaller and contains the two beads he had strung on a cord to form a matching bracelet, the partner to her necklace) and bring it over while she is laying out the silk.

"Now this isn't gold," he says, as he offers it over to her. "And I have not seen a piece like this in your collections, so I do hope you like it. I feel it will suit you nicely," he adds.

(She may detect a hint of hope in his voice, along with a touch of uncertainty - it truly is something he likes for her, and he hopes that she will like it as well, and not just because it is a gift from him.)

The intricate designs on the glass beads (lotuses and knotwork) contrast brightly with the silver pieces between, and the 'statement' piece at the center which has the silver interwoven within the lotus flower itself is bright and sparkles, even in the low light.

"Oh, it's lovely!" she says, clearly delighted. "I've never seen glass work like this before."

She kisses him, deeply. She's so very full of Light right now!

Skellig can feel the Light and Karma radiating off of her, and while he has gotten a bit better at 'self-limiting' what he allows himself to pull from her when they are together and intimate such as they are now, there are also moments where he simply does not care and he wants to be a bit 'greedy' in his own right.

(This is one of those moments, while she's kissing him with such intensity, such love and happiness and delight running through her veins, and it just feels good, feels right, in ways he cannot verbalize.)

So he allows himself to truly just absorb it; allows himself to take it in. And what he cannot verbalize, he will try to communicate in the way he returns her kiss, the way he allows his hands to wander her body, his arms wrapped around her to keep her close to him.

"Never seen anyone as lovely as you before," he whispers, once they finally do break. "One of a kind."

His 'explanation' works just fine for getting his point across!

"So are you, love," she replies, her breath already rough. "If this gift would survive what you have planned, I would like you to put it on me."

She laughs, low. "Then I could lounge upon those silks, my neck adorned with this lovely necklace, let you look upon the fine treasures heaped upon your altar," There's a hint of teasing in her tone.

"It should survive at least the start of what I have planned for us," Skellig confirms, shooting her a look that is laced with plenty of mischief as he motions for her to turn around, so that he can drape the necklace around her neck and fasten it. "We will make certain to remove it before things get too...involved."

As an added bonus, while he is behind her he will have a chance to check over her backside to see if there are any other instances of henna that he might have missed on this side of her...

Kreyu chuckles, turns around gracefully.

There is ONE henna mark, a crude thing of two thumbprints overlapped in such a way as to form a 'heart' at the small of her back.

With sharp eyes, the mark is noticed as soon as she turns around, and the 'image' of the heart is noted easily - he grins (still a little punch-drunk on her Karma surge) and presses a quick kiss to the back of her right shoulder, his fingers fastening the necklace securely.

"It seems," he muses softly. "There is more artwork upon my dragon I have yet to trace."

The volume of his voice matches the pressure of the touch of his hands - soft, gentle - as he slowly sweeps his fingers across the tops of her shoulders to the back of her neck, working his fingertips over her shoulder blades (a moment of massage is spent there, as well as the points where her wings would emerge from her skin) and spine before his path seeks lower.

Once his fingers reach the thumbprints of henna, he covers one half of the heart with his own thumb, before kneeling behind her; his other hand gently cups her ass as he presses his lips against the small of her back, kissing beside that mark.

She leans back into his touch, soaks up the feel of his fingers. "You have such a magical touch," she tells him. Her heart flutters, love welling up, when he kisses beside the henna mark. Her skin shivers under his mouth and she makes a pleased inhalation. "Love you too," she tells him, voice low, but full of emotion, full of love and care.

He allows his thumb and lips to linger a moment longer while he soaks in the emotions rolling off of her body, topping off his 'reserves' (which were already overflowing - perhaps he is gaining more space, the more he is with her and strengthening their bonds) a bit before he pushes himself back to his feet and stands.

Usually, when she is standing with him (with her wings exposed) he cannot get as close to her as he can now - so he does not turn her around to face him. Instead, he steps closer to her body, wrapping one arm around her midsection and bringing his hand to cup one of her breasts, teasing at the nipple while his other hand wanders to her hip, pulling her back against him in a hug.

His wings wrap around his shoulders and enclose her against him, as his lips fall to the side of her neck, kissing his way towards her ear.

"You are the piece of my soul I did not know I was missing," he whispers. "The piece I did not even know I had lost, until I was bound to you as we are."

Oh, she LIKES this, more than she expected! She relaxes back into him, moans softly as he teases her nipple, encloses her with his wings, and kisses his way along her neck. "Might melt if you keep that up," she whispers, breathy, rough with want.

"I am almost glad you didn't know it was missing," she whispers. "I ached so, before I found you. Not just my body, but my heart. I NEEDED, and I didn't know what it was, WHO it was, that I needed."

While Skellig has never been one to very strongly believe in the Fates or divine intervention or anything of the sort - something pulled their souls together, intertwined his heart with hers, brought her breath to fill the void of air in his lungs, guided his footsteps to walk along her path. He suspects he will never know the full details of it, and he does not care.

"Even if you melt, won't let you fall," he mutters. Allowing his hand on her hip to stray lower, he slips it around the front of her thigh, walking them one step closer to the edge of the bed. (This way, she can draw a knee up, rest it against the mattress, balance her weight...and also give him better access.) She wants him to touch her; he can sense it in her voice and in the way she presses her body against his, and it is intoxicating and arousing all at once.

His fingers find her clit again, stroking softly, his motions in sync with the rhythm set by his other hand teasing her nipple, his lips against her jawline.

"Never in my wildest dreams, could I have pictured you, my beautiful dragon," he adds. "And yet the moment I laid my eyes upon you in the desert, somehow my soul just...knew you were the one I sought." To be fair, his mind briefly panicked. But his soul...his soul knew.

She does draw a knee up to rest against the mattress, balance her weight. She whimpers in pleasure as he adds stroking her clit to what he is doing with her.

"Wanted you, from the moment I saw you," she gasps. "Didn't want to take advantage..." She moans in pleasure, long and low.

Exhaling a laugh, he keeps up his touches, adding in his feathers from his wing against her leg wherever he can manage to reach her - without contorting himself into a jumbled mess, as well as a finger to coax inside of her arousal to add more pleasure for her.

"I must have looked like a street rat," he mutters playfully, picturing in his mind briefly the moment he looked up and saw her walking towards him on the road - his skin reddened with sunburn, soaked with sweat, dirty hair and missing his boots and coat (and most of everything else) with his feathers askew, wings full of sand. "I am glad to know I am good looking even at my worst."

She laughs. "Going to make me fall apart for you before you even get me on the bed?" she teases. It does feel good though, the coaxing, the feathers. She buries her hands in what feathers she can reach, the urge to TOUCH him overwhelming.

"Not a rat," she tells him, between gasps. "Just, lost, uncertain, in need of a friend." Something CLICKS now that didn't occur to her, consciously, at the time. "Like me."

She moans as his fingers tease her arousal, inside and out. "You feel so good when you stroke me."

"Was careful to just look at your face, when you took your pants off that first time. If you hadn't been so nervous, so uncertain, don't know that I would have been able to resist looking."

"Considering it," he says honestly, stretching his wing around further to give her something more 'substantial' to bury her hands into, allowing her a much larger portion of his wing to touch - which in turn, causes him to moan happily as she finds spots that drive him wild.

lost, uncertain, in need of a friend.
like me.

Skellig nuzzles at her neck as she says those words, and a small part of his heart aches because he knows that loneliness, that longing that comes with the lack of companionship. And to think that she had been feeling the same way that he had been hurts.

"I was very nervous," he admits. "Had no idea what was going on, I still...still felt like I might need to run," he admits. "But my soul told me that I was safe, and I am so very glad I listened."

He hugs her a little closer to his body, which in turn presses his cock against her ass, sending a shudder down his spine. He knows from his touches that she is more than close enough to take him, if he wanted to lay claim to her just like this. It is a consideration...he adds another finger to his stroking.

"Would not have minded if you looked," he adds. "Could rewrite the scroll," he mutters against her neck. "Come up with a better name for this." Nothing about mounting livestock or the breeding of farm animals. "Dragon worshipped by rod of the sun..."

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