OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Five

[brave_kreyu]

In the morning, after they've both bathed, eaten, and they are finally dressed, she's explaining her plans for the morning to Skellig.

"I'm going to be doing two things at once," she explains. "A very overbooked artist has graciously squeezed me in for some henna work, so I'll be gone for a few hours. I'd bring you along, but she's not comfortable around men." Kreyu has her SUSPICIONS as to why, but she doesn't know.

"And since chatting is very much a part of the process, I'll be seeing what I can find out about any recent pirate attacks."

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[brave_kreyu]

"It is," she tells him. Her skin shivers, jumps from time to time, under his touch. "The longer they last and the darker the color, the happier the marriage is supposed to be."

Kreyu grins. "I helped the artist make VERY sure they would be as dark and long lasting as possible, just in case."

The patterns are intricate things, flowers and vines suggesting knots and other potent symbols of fortune.

"I applied some of them myself, the less visible ones."

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"I am eager to find those," he says softly, glancing up at her with a devious grin. "In due time, of course."

Skellig continues to trace the patterns as they twist and wind up her arm, working carefully to follow every line as best he can, not afraid to double back if he thinks he's 'missed' a pathway.

His voice grows a bit more serious, but his mood is still positive.

"Our marriage will be filled with happiness," he says. "I have no doubt of that. We both bring such joy to the other simply by being near one another and by sharing the most basic of experiences. I think our foundation is strong. I am sure there may be times when we will be tested..." he thinks briefly of his conversation earlier with Elihu. "But I have belief that no matter the storms we may face, we would weather them with strength, grow from the experience."

He presses his lips against her palm again, before bringing her hand to rest against his chest.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, low, when he says he is eager to find those.

She can feel his heartbeat under her hand. "We will weather the storms together, grow stronger, wiser," she echoes. "But we will enjoy the times the skies are clear too," Her expression is a little impish. "Celebrate our union beneath sun, moon, and stars."

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"I will hold you to that," Skellig says seriously. "As you know...I am quite fond of crying your name out in ecstasy, with the moon and stars as my witnesses..."

He laughs wickedly, and shifts his body to better angle himself on the couch to allow him to reach over and lift her legs up, draping them over his lap. This gives him better access to her feet with his hands, and there are more designs here to trace.

"I would use some of my preening oils to work into your skin, but I do not wish to disrupt the henna ink until it has set fully," he says, as he reaches for her feet and begins to rub over the soles with his fingertips, a gentle massaging touch. "I would not risk our happiness."

Plus, she has said before she does not mind his hands being slightly 'rough'.

[brave_kreyu]

"I will be glad for you to hold me to that, or hold me in so many other ways," she replies, eyes sparkling with mischief.

She lets her body sprawl back on the couch, lounge, as he lifts her legs over his lap.

Kreyu makes pleased noises as rubs the soles of her feet. There are patterns even here, Roses mostly, here and there with a hint of thorns. "Only the ones that are readily visible to all are for happiness," she explains. "You could rub preening oils into the other ones, if you like." When he finds them, of course.

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"Are you preparing me for encountering pirates...by having me follow a map to seek out buried treasures?"

His fingertips move up her ankles, the bottoms of her calves, working slowly upwards towards her knees - grinning each time she sighs or makes one of those pleased sounds he loves ever so much.

(But as slow as he is working, it is obvious that he is playfully teasing, drawing it out on purpose.)

"I did run across some stalls selling oils today," he says. "I did not buy any, though, as yours are much more potent."

[brave_kreyu]

At his mention of pirates and buried treasure, she's a bit confused. "Why would pirates bury treasure? They're usually quite eager to spend it."

"But I suppose the patterns on my skin are a kind of map." She grins. "You'll have to wander off the map to find the treasure, though," she teases. The 'hidden' pieces are far higher and more centrally located than anything done by the artist!


"Would take a bit of karma to manifest my wings enough times, but I bet I could rub ALL of you down with my preening oils." She ponders the idea briefly. "Wonder what effect that would have on you..."

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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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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...

[brave_kreyu]

"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.

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"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.

[brave_kreyu]

"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.

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

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."

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"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?

[brave_kreyu]

"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.

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"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.

[brave_kreyu]

"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?"

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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,"

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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."