OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Seven

[brave_kreyu]

It turns out that 'guarding the lair' involves more than just staying in one place. Kreyu has a goal today of scouting outside their borders, looking for possible trouble.

Given that Skellig can't speak the local language, yet, they're not trying to pass as locals. Skellig is just wearing a kilt as they stalk through the forest.

The wilderness is truly wild here, only barely touched by humans. Beasts of all kinds live in these woods, wolves, deer, boars, birds, rabbits, and more.

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[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu grimaces. "No wonder you were having so much trouble walking." It seems terribly detrimental to humans to be burdened with such sensitive body parts in such an exposed position!

"Do you think it would help if I rubbed the muscles in that area?"

[27_53]

"The tops of my thighs feel as if they are quite tight," he admits. "That is where most of my soreness is held, that and my stomach."

For as good of shape as Skellig has naturally been in, there are still areas that will continue to gain muscle and definition the longer he stays here in this world with her (which he intends to do so) and works. Especially come time for planting and harvest, when they eventually return to their village.

"Once we have both soaked a while, I would likely benefit from your touch, yes."

[brave_kreyu]

She moves to sit next to him. "We shall soak a while, then, and I will attempt to help your soreness in a bit."


After he's soaked enough to loosen up a bit, Kreyu swims to a position in front of him, between his legs. "Does this help?" she asks, rubbing the tops of his thighs and his stomach.

[27_53]

His demeanor when she is working on the sore muscles of his thighs is relatively relaxed - after all, he does ache and what she is doing is easing some of that ache, which he is grateful for.

And then her hands make their way from his thighs to her stomach, he feels a definite pooling of heat in his gut where she's touching that is not related to the warmth of the hot spring's waters, a familiar ache that is all her doing.

(After all - he may not be entirely human, but his very attractive, very wet, very naked wife is floating between his legs and stroking her hands over some of his more sensitive areas of his skin. Even with his mind still being in 'recovery' mode after the mindblowing sex they enjoyed the night before...the body does what it wants.)

Skellig shudders hard as she smooths her fingertips over his abdominal muscles, nodding weakly. "Yeah," he mutters, voice a little raspy. "It does."

[brave_kreyu]

"Do you want me to stop?" she asks, voice soft. The body does what it wants indeed, as Kreyu knows.

[27_53]

"Please don't."

Skellig shakes his head in a firm side-to-side motion, a definite 'no' as he lightly bites his lower lip to regain some self-control.

"Because if you do, I'm just gonna picture myself tied to our bed with my cock down your throat for the entire trip back to the Lair...and that will be...difficult."

[brave_kreyu]

"That would be very difficult," Kreyu purrs, smug.

"How about I keep this up until your muscles stop hurting, then you move to sit on the edge of the pool and I have your cock down my throat right here?"

[27_53]

She has most definitely earned the right to be smug, with the way she is affecting him and the words are not cooperating from his mouth. Already she is working him into a frenzy, with just her hands on his skin.

"That sounds very good," he mutters, nodding rapidly. His heartrate has picked up, she'll be able to feel it in his energy beneath her touches, even as 'innocent' as they are. "Celebrate our victory in battle."

[brave_kreyu]

"The best kind of victory celebration," she agrees. She's seeking out places that ache, that are sore, rather than deliberate attempts at erotic touch, but the fact that her touch ALSO brings him pleasure is quite satisfying.

"Might need to rub you everywhere tonight with that aloe balm, or with oil to soften your skin after so much sun and sea spray," her tone is innocent, but her grin is not. "Rub you down until every bit of you is relaxed."

[27_53]

The thought of her rubbing him down with balm and/or oil everywhere causes him to shudder again, coaxing a soft whine of desire and want from his throat.

"I am very tense," he says. "And possibly burnt as well."

Is he working it a little? Yes. Does he care? Absolutely not.

"I will likely require a great deal of...effort to relax fully."

[brave_kreyu]

She knows he's working it a little, and she doesn't care. She grins at him. "My poor love and your delicate skin."

She keeps stroking his stomach, where he is still a little sore. "I will happily give you all the attention you need to relax, as many times as it takes."

"Then I'll have to take care of my own tension," she teases. "Rub myself down, maybe use the Rod of the Sun for harder to reach spots that need attention.

[27_53]

"I know I will never tan quite as well as you have," he says. "But I would like to eventually get to the point where I can simply exist in the sun without becoming cooked."

He glances down at his arms - which to his credit, have improved in color since his first arrival in the desert. Is he using this as a distraction, to calm himself a bit so he does not get too 'excited' before she has soothed his sore muscles? Possibly.

"Perhaps come planting season I will be closer to my goal."

Then his focus turns back to her, and her words, his eyes growing a little darker as he pictures just what that might exactly entail.

"We do still need to...practice that ritual."

[brave_kreyu]

She chuckles. "Most of my color has nothing to do with the sun, it is something this shape makes on its own."

"With luck, you will be. Careful sun exposure may be the key, before planting season."

"A great deal of practice," she says as she rubs his stomach. "Will need to test how far you can be from the Rod of the Sun as a participant, if you wish to help during the ritual." Her eyes darken a little as SHE imagines what that might entail. "After all, magically and symbolically, the Rod of the Sun will BE your cock"

"When we get home, perhaps? You will be in a recovery period after spending yourself down my throat in much the same way you would be after a round of the ritual."

[27_53]

"When we get home," he says, nodding in agreement. "And perhaps after dinner. I am going to need to keep my strength up, with the way you are continually working me over..."

He shifts his hands beneath the water to cover hers, shift them from his stomach to settle on his cock, arousal growing as he 'guides' her to gently stroke him.

"I do not believe I have ever had an effigy in my 'image' before," he whispers playfully. "This will be a first."

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs. "Of course, and I will need to keep mine up as well."

She strokes his cock gently. "It is a fair likeness," she tells him, playful, eyes glinting wickedly. "Especially considering the maker had never seen the original. Making a mold of an erection is quite tricky, she told me. Sometimes the model can not get hard at all, but even if they can they tend to....wilt before the plaster has set."

[27_53]

Based on her description of the crafting process...Skellig has several questions that spring quickly to his mind. His head tilts curiously, bird-like.

"I do not remember a mold being taken," he mutters quietly. "Unless you perhaps...brought me...no, I could not have been sleeping, I would not have slept through your touch. But then how...?"

[brave_kreyu]

"They made a model in wood based on my descriptions of your cock, then made a mold of that," she explains. "Much easier, and what they do most of the time."

"I would not have tried to take a mold of any part of you without telling you, love," Her strokes are getting just a little bit firmer on his cock.

[27_53]

"I did not think you would have, or that I would not have noticed, but I just...did not think of how else you might have managed it."

With her firmer strokes and the thought of her describing his cock to another craftsperson, ensuring that the details were just right...he pulls in a little bit of a shaking breath, squirms beneath her touch in the water.

(Her touches are intoxicating, and the heat of the spring soothing to his tired muscles - what should be relaxing is well on the way to it, and what should not be relaxing is also responding as desired.)

[brave_kreyu]

"Are your muscles relaxed enough to get out of the water? Or should I lighten my strokes a little, give you a little longer before you are ready for my mouth?"

[27_53]

"I think I would like to kiss you for a few moments," he says. "Before your mouth is otherwise...occupied with other tasks."

[brave_kreyu]

"Of course."

She shifts her position, climbs into his lap carefully. Then, she leans forward, kisses him deeply, wraps her arms around him.

[27_53]

Having her in his lap with her arms around him is exactly what he wanted and needed, her mouth on his welcomed eagerly. Even though the stresses of the day have been much less than other skirmishes they have been involved in, having her mouth on his still is a balm to his skittish nerves.

(She is unharmed, she is here with him, she is giving him great pleasure - all things he needs right now in this moment.)

Once they have kissed for several moments and they break for air, he leans his head back slightly and grins at her, smile a bit lopsided as it is when she makes him feel the way she does.

"I think I would have my cock down your throat whenever you would like it."

More kissing works as well, though.

[brave_kreyu]

She grins, climbs off his lap. "You'll need to sit on the very edge of the pool, as far forward as you can."

That SHOULD work, she hopes.

[27_53]

With his wings a bit wet, getting them shook off once he's out of the pool is a priority - but then he settles at the edge, just barely perched (he's cheating for an assist with his balance, taking some of his weight off his body) seated with his feet back against the 'wall' of the pool. There is plenty of room for her between his legs, and she should be able to get the angle relatively close.

And she is a sight floating and waiting for him to get situated, once that causes his pulse to quicken even more - which she'll notice.

"This good enough?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Perfect," she purrs as she slips between his legs. He is a sight too, all ready and waiting for her.

She licks the head of his cock for a moment, then takes him into her mouth. It's much easier this time, no false starts as his cock slides down her throat. Her eyes are turning violet as her chin presses against his balls, her gaze on his face.

In the spirit of experimentation, she wraps her lips as tight as she can around the base of his cock and SUCKS while he's fully down her throat.