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

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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"It would likely be beneficial, yes."

Skellig is also not all that sleepy, simply comfortable and relaxed.

"That way if there is anything else that we may need to get here in Amikaya before we leave, we could do so, if this place would not be along our eventual route home towards our village in time." His sense of direction is still quite limited, and he knows not only is their a great amount of travel they must do, but also they will be spending time at the Lair, and then perhaps other adventures will call to them. A teasing smirk crosses his mouth.

"Though if we do much more in the form of shopping, I am afraid we will have to come up with some sort of system to rig bags upon your dragon form."

There already is quite a bit they will need to move - but surely she has a way to do this. Skellig has heard about the statue.

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"We should be able to pass through here on our way back," she says after a moment of thought. "Though if there is anything else in the scrolls I will need to....practice with, we'd best get it now."

She blushes.

"I have rigged bags to hang on my dragon shape before," she tells him. "It took a lot of rope, but I managed it well enough."

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His mind wanders to just what she might be thinking about that is causing her to blush - and a hint of heat rises to his own cheeks, as he wonders what else might be within those scrolls.

They will definitely have to read them, in a few moment's time.

"I only bring it up because if the pirates are defeated, and if they have been any good at pirating...there may be more things we would wish to take from them, carry onwards to the Lair."

Plundering!

"And I would help, with the ropes."

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At the moment? Practicing with the 'Rod of the Sun'. There will surely be more within the scrolls to make her blush.

"That is a good point." Treasure, dragons like treasure.

She beams when he says he would help with the ropes. "That would be lovely. I'm sure you'd be so good at tying me up with ropes, especially since you can fly. And you are gentle too, would make sure they didn't catch anywhere sensitive."

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Ever since arriving in the desert, Skellig's memories have been hit or miss when it comes to Before. There is no true rhyme or reason to dictate what it is that he can remember or what he cannot - and most of it truly has been blacked out or overridden by haze and static, and when he tries to push himself to think of Before, he is met with firm resistance.

(He has been trying less and less, the longer he has been here with her. Because truly now, he feels as if he has no need to remember, no desire to know where he came from Before, because all that matters is here now with her.)

But there is something in her words you'd be so good at tying me up with ropes that causes him to blush a bit. Perhaps his knowledge comes from overheard whispers within these walls at the House of Blue Lotuses, discussion down at the docks as sailors unloaded their ships? Where his knowledge comes from, he will not know. But his mind contemplates her words, and the image of her (not her dragon form, but of her here on this bed, bound before him) briefly flickers through his mind.

Even if the image of her is not one of her in any sort of distress, it is one that unsettles him slightly, causing him to stutter and pause before he speaks.

"I...I would be careful to ensure they did not catch anywhere sensitive," he manages. "Gentle. I would be gentle."

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Kreyu has no idea what she said that is making him blush, making him a little unsettled.

"I know you wouldn't hurt me, Skellig." She pats him on the arm, careful. "And my scales are quite tough, so we should be fine."

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"I would just want to ensure you were comfortable, above all," he says, clearing his throat and shaking off his mind, refocusing on the present and her body wrapped up in his embrace and beneath his wing.

He presses his lips to her shoulder.

"And keep your dignity. I would not have you feeling as if you were some...pack animal."

They're already working to rewrite the scrolls in some regard to livestock.

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"I appreciate that," she tells him, then kisses him gently. "Shall we tackle another scroll, see if they get any better at naming things?"

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"I will gather the next one," he says. "I believe I remember where you left them." Truthfully, there are not many places in this room that he would have to look. He kisses her, then moves to stand and fetch the scroll - stretching his arms and wings in the process.

And if that gives her a better look at him...so be it.

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She does look at him, and enjoys watching him stretch, move about. He's real, here with her, so lovely, so gentle, so kind, so wonderful.

It won't take him long to find the collection of scrolls, and if he turns to look she is still watching him, smiling softly.

"You can choose whichever scroll you like."

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"They do not need to be read in any sort of order?"

When he asks, he turns to look at her - and sees that she is watching him, which causes a small hint of a flush to rise to his skin as she shakes her head in regards to the scroll.

Once one has been picked, he returns to the bed (and makes an effort to ensure the violet and yellow silks have been moved somewhere 'safer', the grey one is fine for the time being) and hands it over before resettling himself beside her.

"I will be curious to see if they have improved or if they will require us to come up with new names for everything," he teases.

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She laughs. "Some of the scrolls are rumored to have different authors, so perhaps we will find one that is better at names."

She settles in next to him, opens the scroll. "Hm. Knots and bindings, this one. They do have a long history in magic and myth." She points to the tattoo on her arm.

She sees bound hands where the scroll is rolled, frowns. "I didn't think this was the type of text that went in for sacrifices."

She unrolls it the rest of the way, and sacrifice is most definitely NOT what is happening. The man's hands and feet might be bound to a an altar of some kind, but from his face, his body position and his very erect cock, it's quite clear that he's enjoying himself. As well he might, with two lovely women, naked and painted with lunar symbols licking his cock, touching him everywhere!

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The text is still completely unreadable to his eyes, as the language is not one with he is at all familiar. But the images...are perfectly clear.

Skellig pulls in a deep breath and holds it an extra-long moment (she will likely even hear the way his lungs struggle to hold that breath, maybe even sense the way his heartrate shifts) before he exhales.

"That," he mutters, feeling a furious flush rise to his skin - it is nearly as if he has been caught out in the sun again, burnt and reddened. "That is why when you spoke of ropes, I...I was...unprepared."

Wordlessly, he works his throat as his eyes wander the illustration. What is there to say, to that kind of image?

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He's not the only one who's flushing very red, and that's BEFORE he speaks.

"Oh, OH," she laughs, startled. "You were picturing me something like the sun mage here, in this picture?"

"Moon Binds the Sun," she says, reading the caption.

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"That is at least an acceptable description of...of what is...happening."

Though it is certainly more than just binding occurring, based on the way that the women are 'behaving' in the picture.

"And yes. I...yes. I have never been bound, nor have I bound another. But when you spoke of it, tying you with ropes, I know we were discussing carrying bags for travel but my mind..."

He motions at the image.

"Went elsewhere."

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"I do not think I would mind, if you wished to bind me as the sunpriest is bound," she tells him, still flushed. "You would untie me the instant I felt uncomfortable, likely before I could even voice it. And if the circumstance somehow arose where you COULDN'T untie me, I could escape quite easily."

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All of the things she is saying make sense to his mind, and are correct - he most certainly would untie her if she felt uncomfortable or threatened, and with her talons (among other magic) she could easily free herself if she desired to do so.

"The same would apply to me, I would think," he says. "Even though I believe it would be harder to free myself...I cannot shift my talons quite as freely as you are able. But if I was uncomfortable...I would trust you to free me."

Trust is clearly a large portion of the entire exercise.

"What does...what does it say their reasoning is?"

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Kreyu scans the text. "Correction of an imbalance, an excess of sun influence during a drought. The sun is ritually bound and its potency harvested and thus reduced. Most readily accomplished when the Moon Swallows the Sun."

She unrolls the scroll further and there is another picture. The Sun Priest is bound differently in this illustration, standing up against a vertical slab. The Moon priestess is on her knees, has taken his entire erect cock into her mouth.

"Oh, that looks tricky," Kreyu murmurs. But she looks intrigued too.

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"Ritually bound and its potency harvested..."

It is probably a good thing that the lighting in the room is lower, because his flush only grows darker and spreads across his skin when he notices the way Kreyu is studying the Moon priestess with such interest and intrigue.

Skellig rubs absentmindedly at his wrists.

"...has there been a drought, of late?"

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"No, not lately," Kreyu replies. "The Mother river brings us water to irrigate the crops."

She glances sideways at him. "But it wouldn't need to be for magic, me taking you in my mouth like that. I know you like it when I put my mouth on your cock." She turns to look at him, properly, and he looks so adorable all flushed like that. "And I might be able to make it easier for me to do, with my shape changing, adjust my airway."

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"I...I do quite like it," he admits, a hint of a stammer to his voice. "Your mouth on me is quite pleasurable."

Even with the layers of 'tan' he has built up over the last few weeks spending time in the sun, there is no way to avoid the color of the flush to his skin peeking through - damn his pale complexion.

And then he looks over at her, somewhat sheepish. "I had not...considered you shifting your form, to do such a thing. I would not require it, it is not as if I have been unsatisfied," he adds quickly, firmly. "But I would also always want you to be comfortable."

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She leans in to kiss him, soft, gentle.

"My sweet owl, so very good to me. I would like to try it sometime, practice with you." She flushes. "Wouldn't need to tie you up either."

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"I would be more than willing to practice, with you," he says softly. "Either tied up or not."

Skellig returns the kiss, not pushing it any deeper (for now) in intensity. Once they break, he rests his forehead against hers, trails his fingertips along her jawline.

"I trust you, Kreyu. I know we are both still learning what...techniques...bring the greatest amount of pleasure to each other. And I have enjoyed greatly all of what we have discovered so far."

He kisses her forehead softly.

"I just would remind you, if at any point if I were to do something or suggest anything that would make you uncomfortable, you should not fear to speak up against it. I would not object." He does not need to bring up the subject of what happened to the last man who made Kreyu uncomfortable. "This life, our relationship...it is still young, and I look forward to what we might discover together."

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"I would speak up," she assures him. "We will discover so many things together, you and I."

"Enough reading for tonight, perhaps?" She smiles softly.

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"We can save the others for when we have reached the Lair," Skellig says. "We will have plenty of time to work through them."

He stretches out beside her.

"What is it we need to finish here in the city, before we set out," he asks, moving his fingers to trace the designs on her forearm, overlapping his attentions also to her tattoo. "So that I may think of how we might need to plan?"

They will need to pack of course, and he suspects gather provisions, plan for an encounter with the pirates...