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brave_kreyu) wrote2024-06-22 03:54 pm
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OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Seven
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.
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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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."
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"I might need a lot of practice," she teases.
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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."
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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.
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"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.
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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."
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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.
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"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."
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"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."
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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."
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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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She blushes. "Yes, it was quite distracting. I can explain how it works as we set up."
It is, in essence, the same ritual, although the King's part is usually played by a facsimile rather than a person. "Though there's no reason you couldn't lay down as you would for the usual ritual. I would kiss you and we would begin to arouse one another."
She has left a space in the chalk circle she is drawing for Skellig to enter and leave the circle. "I THINK so long as you are touching me and the ground at the same time you will be able to stand and move however you like once we've started, but this test will let us know for sure."
She's blushing, which is ridiculous, when she takes the Rod of the Sun out of the bag it was packed in. It is heavy bronze, meant to be utilized with a wooden platform with a hole in it to hold the bronze member in the correct position. The likeness is quite good, all things considered.
"Let me see, this goes through here..." At least it assembles easily!
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And very bronze.
Skellig glances at Kreyu, cautiously.
"I will...I will work to ensure you are well-prepared for this ritual," he promises seriously. "Very well prepared."
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She eyes the Rod. "It will be difficult to pretend it's your cock, but perhaps if you are touching me, kissing me, whispering naughty things in my ear, helping me ride it..."
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He is still a little suspicious, but for the sake of the ritual (and the villagers) he is willing to try it. At least once. Inwardly, he is thinking about possible herbs they could mix up that might help with his recovery time, or spells for his stamina...
Since this is just the "practice" attempt, he does not feel bad about wandering over and putting his hand onto the Rod as she holds it. The likeness is...impressive.
"You did a fine job of describing me," he compliments her.
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The spell itself might help him recover, as it's purpose IS fertility.
Kreyu is still a little flushed as he puts his hand on it. "I'm sure I was so very red as I was giving her the description," she confesses. "But I have been paying close attention, and she was quite good at prompting me for detailed information."
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Skellig leans in close, kisses her gently on the mouth as he reaches up to gently cup her face in his hand - allowing his forehead to rest against hers once he breaks the kiss to speak.
"I have never felt more cherished by another soul as I have felt in my time since I have arrived here. You make me feel as if I matter, Kreyu, and there are no words to truly describe just how good that makes me feel. The way you take note of things, pay attention to quirks and details, it...it has meant a great deal to me."
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She kisses him softly. "I should not have been the first to show you that, but I will not be the last either." Her confidence in that is absolute. She's certain he will make friends, given time, and Taweret is already quite fond of him.
"The way you cherish me, I have never felt so happy."
Her muscles twitch a little, as the open circle wants to be completed. She exhales sharply. "The spell is getting a bit impatient, do we have what we need?"
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Skellig kisses her again quickly, as he can sense the 'edge' to her energy - and then moves to settle himself on the ground - with the cushions beneath him and lightly leaves his legs parted to allow for her to 'position' the Rod of the Sun between them, as close to his own anatomy as it will allow reasonably.
He knows the part of the spell he will have to play to start is easy enough - lie there, as she closes the circle and works to 'find' her husband...
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She touches him, as she did before, in all the places the King of the Gods was severed, and then the Breath of Life, the kiss. Warmth and life flood back into him, but he might sense something else he couldn't the last time. He was 'fresh' when he laid with her before, had not spent himself recently. His previous experience suggests that he shouldn't be capable of getting hard again right now, but he can FEEL his cock start to respond to her body pressed against him, her mouth on his.
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This is different. Much different. Not unpleasant, but simply...a surprise.
Skellig groans softly against her mouth as she's kissing him, trying to somehow 'signal' to Kreyu that something is different this time, his arousal growing, his want and desire surging through his veins now that she has given him the Breath of Life again and washed away the cold from his veins.
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"My love, my king," she breathes against his lips. Her want and desire are surging too. She has as much of her body in contact with him as she can right now, and her hands are everywhere. She kisses him deeply, thoroughly. "Going to make you so very warm," she assures him when she has to breathe. "Chase the chill away."
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Eventually he slips a hand between their bodies - the back of his knuckles graze the Rod as he moves to seek out her arousal, the chill of the bronze something they will have to address - and his own cock is already half-hard just from the way she is kissing him. This is certainly an interesting shift!
"I will make sure you are ready," he whispers against her lips, before working to start stroking his fingertips over her cunt, teasing softly. "Work you to the edge of your release before we must play with toys."
If they need them at all!
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It's an appealing fantasy.
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"You'd like that?" He 'asks', trying his best to keep a somewhat serious tone in his voice - she wants him to talk dirty to her, he'll certainly try - as he works to get her to moan again with just the touch of his hands. One hand stays focused on the efforts between her legs, teasing at her clit with a fingertip before he tempts her with just the hint of sliding them inside of her. The other hand shifts to her chest, fingers flicking lightly at a nipple, and he allows his mouth to fall to her throat. "Have me work you into a frenzy and then have you come on my cock?"
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