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

"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.)

"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?"

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

"Of course."

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

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.

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.

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?"

"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.

It is a very good thing that there are no humans within any reasonable earshot of this hot spring, because whatever noises are not drowned out by the distant ocean are carried and echo throughout the trees as she takes him into her mouth and throat - groans of pleasure and her name moaned loudly as he tips his head back, pulling in a deep breath.

With her eyes turning violet, he doesn't know how long he will last. He is going to try for longer this time...

And then she sucks, and he lets loose with several expletives, in several different tongues. Begs her by name, repeatedly, begging her for more of that, because it is good and perfect and everything he can think of to utter.

He is not close to coming yet, won't be for awhile - if he can survive otherwise, this will be even more mindblowing than the last session. He weaves one hand into her hair, not holding her in place but simply holding her, needing the connection to ground himself.

Oh, she likes his responses, very much. His begging her for more makes her ache with want, his hand in her hair makes her heart race. She sucks a little longer, but then she has to breathe. She pulls back, lets him slide out of her throat. One deep inhale, two deep inhales, then she takes him all the way in again.

This time she hums as she sucks at the base of his cock, giving him just that little bit more...

So close, so very close to slipping off the edge and losing control, but he is fighting against his release with every ounce of his energy, wanting to savor every piece of stimuli that she is introducing to this exercise.

But then she's humming and it's too much to handle. His fingers tighten slightly in her hair and that is all the 'warning' he manages before he gently presses his hips towards her mouth and comes, this time shouting her name - Kreyu - in ecstasy to the skies and trees above.

(Spots do threaten around the edges of his vision as they did the time before when things went a little too intense, but he does not feel himself getting lose this time - he has her Karma woven within him and the threads are an easy thing for his mind to cling to, keep him from wandering.)

She works him through his release, then lets him slip from her mouth. "Easy love," she murmurs. She climbs out of the water, carefully straddles his lap, and kisses him softly.

Kissing helps - kissing keeps him centered, keeps his mind focused just enough - but his responses are delayed and a little weak, as he pants against her mouth between kisses.

"Is good. So good. Can't...want t'last longer but can't...can't hold on when s'good..."

He's rambling and he knows it, but he can't seem to find the 'off' switch for his mouth unless she's kissing him, and when she's kissing him he is still struggling a bit to catch his breath.

"That's alright," she murmurs. "It may be a matter of practice, of getting your body used to such intensity."

"Practice...we will practice..."

Laughing under his breath, he exhales weakly and rests his head against her shoulder.

"Don't like leavin' you wanting, my love," he mutters softly against her skin "Can try...but don't know if I'll be any good."

She runs her hands through his hair. "Just for a little while, darling. We'll head home, get a good meal in us, and you can help me practice the ritual with the Rod of the Sun."

"I might need a lot of practice," she teases.

"I remember now," he nods weakly, presses his lips against her neck. "We had a plan. Is a good plan. I will assist...gladly."

After another few moments of sitting, he feels he is likely good enough to stand up - a quick 'rinse' in the spring once she has climbed off of his lap, and he shakes his wings out once more before going looking for their bag, his kilt and her dress.

"Would you prefer to fly back in dragon form? I am unsure the distance to the Lair, exactly," he asks, as he looks at her dress, and then at her. "My mind hardly knows which way is North, at the moment."

"Dragon shape would be best," she decides after a moment of thought. "I fly far faster in that form."

She changes shape once they are out of the woods and Skellig can take his usual perch.

The trip back is quick and blessedly uneventful. Once they are back inside the lair, the smell of food cooking greets them. "Oh good, it worked," she says, pleased. "I left some food to cook in the coals when we left this morning."

The bread ROSE properly this time, and once it's patted out it will cook fairly quickly. She slices one of the melons they bought yesterday and wraps the melon pieces in paper thin strips of a salty ham, a spiritual cousin of prosciutto. That and wine will tide them over while she cooks the flatbreads and finishes up the dish she left in the coals. It is a mix of eggplant, garbanzo beans, onions, garlic, and other vegetables and herbs, with a bit of the ham in them for seasoning.

Skellig can also smell the food cooking as they enter, and his metabolism quickly reminds him that he is hungry. He does take the time to add the piece of armor he brought back to 'his' pile off to the side that he has started, once it has been wiped clean. And then it is time for wine and 'appetizers'.

"It smells amazing," he comments. "And wise thinking on your part."

It is clear from the way she moves about the space that it would be wisest if he stayed out of the way; he manages to pour them each a healthy glass of wine, then perches in a chair at the table and watches her as she works. She knows what she is doing, she enjoys it, and that brings him pleasure to simply watch her while he snacks on a piece of melon and ham.

"Thank you," she says, pleased. She did put her dress back on, to help protect her skin against any hot splatters or sparks.

Once the flatbreads have cooked, kreyu spreads portions of the thickened vegetable and legume mixture on them, then tops them with cheese. It just takes a little time over the fire for the cheese to melt. The effect is a bit like a bunch of small pizzas.

"My first student, Kirke, taught me how to make these ages ago. Haven't made them in a long time. I'm glad I still remembered how."

"I imagine the toppings could be swapped easily for whatever is local or in season."

Skellig also has taken the time to prepare 'her' place at the table while she has been cooking for them - this he has at least the ability to figure out how to do. Once she is seating beside him with the food and her wine, he lifts his glass in a sort of toast to her.

"For righting wrongs, now and in the future."

Because he knows that they will deal with the slave traders at some point.

"They can be, yes," she replies.

"Thank you, love," she says as she sits down. "To righting wrongs," she says, returning his toast.

Kreyu hadn't realized just how HUNGRY she was until she starts to eat. "It was a disaster, the first time I made these," she recalls. "The fire was too hot, and everything wound up a blackened mess."

Skellig's focus as they start to eat is purely the food for a moment - but he is listening as she speaks and tells her story.

"I can cook...some things," he says, in between bites. "Meats, if I do not just have them raw. Vegetables on a flame." The crust of the 'pizza' crunches in his mouth - not burnt, just right - and he chews before speaking. "I would not have the slightest clue how to make a dough that cooperates."

"I would be glad to teach you," she tells him. "It is tricky, at first. Sometimes it can be stubborn even when you have had plenty of experience." Like the dough she made the other day.

Eventually, dinner and the clean up afterward is finished and she glances at him, flushes faintly. "Should I set up a kind of practice circle? It will let you feel if you are getting too far from the Rod of the Sun."

"I think that would work best," he says. "If it is to be set up on the floor, should I gather some of the pieces of the bed, to make it more comfortable for you? Or would you work on the bed itself?"

He would not mind to fetch some cushions and furs as well as silks, to ensure she is comfortable. But if the bed is an option...that could also work well.

"You will have to remind me of how this version of it should work. The scroll illustration was...distracting."

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