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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[27_53]

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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!

[27_53]

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?

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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."

[27_53]

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?"

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

"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?"

[brave_kreyu]

"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."

[27_53]

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[27_53]

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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.

[27_53]

"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...

[brave_kreyu]

"I will need to pick up the Rod of the Sun I ordered in the morning, then some provisions, and packing."

"There are rumors the pirates are summoning unnatural storms, to damage ships, make them easy prey. Should make them easy to find, if they are hunting."

She snuggles into him. "But if they have caught prey already, it will be tricky. Merely landing on the boat in my dragon shape would sink or destroy it, and I would not kill innocents."

[27_53]

"How long a journey would we need provisions for? I could fetch enough for our travel, plus some bags and ropes while you fetch..." He feels the heat rise again to his skin, his ears burning hot as he speaks. "...the Rod of the Sun."

"Perhaps we may get lucky, and they will be near a shoreline," Skellig suggests. "Close enough to drop our gear on land, stow it away safely, and give you the ability to shift to your eagle form before we would go after them."

He also does not wish to harm or kill innocents - it would not only be wrong, but it would hurt his soul greatly. Even the thought of it is mildly distressing, so he is grateful for the contact of her body against his as she snuggles close to him.

"If they are summoning storms, there is at least one amongst them with magic, then."

[brave_kreyu]

"A week, for safety, in case we must detour around a storm." She huffs. "Elihu proved the trip can be made in less than that, with good weather." SO RUDE!

"Or they are allied with some creature with power over storms. I think a human who knows a spell is more likely."

"It might be wisest to drop our gear off first even if they are not near land, we could always go back for it later."

[27_53]

"I think you are right about our gear," he agrees after a moment's consideration. "It would be safest for it. I will gather a week's worth of provisions in the morning, as well as anything else you would have me collect."

Skellig smirks at little at her comment about her brother.

"Perhaps we will catch a tailwind, and you will prove him that the journey can be done faster? I do not know if he took any breaks to rest, or if that is even something you must do, on longer flights..."

Regardless, he will find ways to entertain himself!

[brave_kreyu]

"Thank you, Skellig, that will be very helpful."

"I will need to rest on land at night, and hunt every other day when I am in dragon shape. Not for such great prey as a whale, but things like deer or boar."

"

[27_53]

Nodding, he makes a note of that - while he does not mind settling in for the duration of the trip (he has been stationary for longer periods in much worse conditions than atop her scales in the 'nest' they will manage to create for him) it will be good to have a chance to break each night.

"I will help as I am able with hunting," he offers. "You have far greater abilities, but I will do what I can."

He traces her tattoo on her skin once again, before leaning in to press his lips against hers.

"I will always do what I can."

[brave_kreyu]

"As I will for you," she promises. She's getting a little sleepy now. "Time to rest, I think."

He is so very comfortable, to snuggle with!

[27_53]

"You always have the best suggestions," he muses, yawning as he stretches out once again. First he plucks an errant flower blossom from somewhere on the bed and gently tucks it into her hair, before he wraps his arms around them (as well as makes certain that his wing is positioned to best cover them both) and leans in for another kiss.

"We will bathe, come morning." Since it would be a shame to not take advantage of the ability for a good soak one final time. "Then after breakfast, gather what we need and prepare."