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

Stroking her hair, he allows his fingers to slip through the strands, working to avoid any tangles they've created.

"I just need a moment to get my wits back," he says softly. "Then I will be more than eager to help you with it." Smirking slightly, she can't see it but she'll be able to hear it in his voice. "However you'd prefer me to cause that frenzy."

She chuckles. "I've liked every way you've driven me to a frenzy," she murmurs against his skin. "But I can't stop thinking about your mouth on me."

She kisses his neck. "My own fault, for thinking of tormenting you with dancing in that dress while you were tied up, then riding your mouth."

"You in that dress is dangerous, in all the best ways."

Skellig exhales heavily and uses his hands to slide down her sides, over her ribs and belly, her waist, and her hips. "I don't know how I will be able to resist it. Just the thought of you wearing it brings my cock to life," he admits - though without any shame in his voice. "And then if I am kept from touching you...the temptation will drive me wild."

(Even thinking about it now, he can feel heat in his groin, blood rushing through his body ever so slightly.)

She laughs, low, then moans softly at the feel of his hands.

"Could be tricky, since that's the dress I wear when I'm being all...official in these lands."

She smirks against his skin. "I don't think you would want to be away from my side for long, but I doubt you want to come in public either."

"We will have to ensure I am very worn out, before we step into view of the public." His hands slide a little lower, settling at her lower back, where he starts to trace teasing patterns along the edge of her spine. "Might even have to beg you to fuck me twice."

After he pauses a moment, he considers something.

"What exactly do you do to be...official?"

His hands don't stop their motions, and might even wander lower to cup her ass.

"Hm, wouldn't mind that at all," she quips. "Or I could tie you up, dance for you and have you come and come again until you're too tired to rise," she teases.

"Mostly, putting in an appearance at the festivals in our honor, though sometime our advice or presence is requested at negotiations or to sort out vexing political or social issues." She presses her body into his touch, enjoying it.

"You do that, I might be too tired to walk beside you, let alone get my cock up."

He keeps his touches light, teasing, but at the same time he is listening to what her body is telling him, shifting beneath her slightly to let her rub against him as he touches her.

"Do you all go together? Or does it depend on the festival?"

"I would happily carry you," she teases.

"It depends. Revenin is a grudging guest at any festival, he never stays long. Fighting or defending, he likes, so that's when he's around most."

She does rub against him, enjoying how it makes her feel. "We try and show up at least once every few years, Elihu and I."

"Oh yes," Skellig rolls his eyes, laughing. "That would be quite the entrance I would like to make as the husband of the Goddess. Carried in your arms, dropped off somewhere to recover in public," he shakes his head. "No thank you, I would walk. Perhaps I could find...something to help."

Herbs. Undergarments. Spellwork. Something.

"I would like to spend more time with Elihu. I do feel as if we got along well, he and I."

"The dress MIGHT lose its efficacy over time, we shall have to see.Taweret might know of something that would...decrease your desire."

She rubs against him some more. She DEFINITELY doesn't want to DECREASE desire right now!

"I'm glad you got on with him," she glances up at him, clearly relieved. "I was worried that things might go badly."

Skellig thinks back to his conversation in the tavern with Elihu. There are parts of that conversation and initial meeting that he has still NOT discussed with Kreyu - and he is not certain as if this is the best moment to do so, with her hips rubbing slowly against his, his hands seeking all the sensitive spots upon her skin.

"Our conversation was interesting to start," he admits. "I would tell you more of it another time, when we are not...otherwise occupied."

In an effort to 'refocus' her attentions, he shifts one hand to slide between their bodies, letting her rub against his fingers versus simply his thigh. She is still obviously wet and wanting, sensitive to his touch as he toys with her clit.

She moans as he toys with her clit. "Yes, another time."

"Should lubricate the rod now, before you have me all worked up, so I don't have to stop and do it later."

She grins cheekily. "Wouldn't mind if you wanted to pleasure me while I was working though."

She shifts her weight, turns around to sit facing the rod. Her hand reaches for the jar of lubricant.

Sitting behind her also gives him the advantage of position - with her wings hidden, he has an easier time pressing his chest up against her back, cupping around the front with his hands to tease her breasts, fingertips toying at her nipples.

His mouth he focuses at the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder, sucking gently and licking with his tongue.

He is making an effort to be distracting, unabashedly so.

Kreyu has gotten the lid off of the jar of lubricant, gotten some on her hand, when he starts to be very distracting.

"Mhhm, love your hands on my breasts, your mouth and your tongue on my neck."

She puts her lubricated fingers on the Rod of the Sun, starts to apply the lubricant. "Cold, compared to you. Might need to warm it somehow, next time."

She shifts her position seated on his body, restless, wanting, as his mouth and his hands work. She reaches for more lubricant. "Would rather be slicking up YOUR cock, stroking you with my preening oils. Or you slicking YOURSELF up with my preening oils, like that night on the beach."

"That was..." A shudder runs down his spine, and he grunts happily as he feels heat pool in his belly as she mentions the preening oil on the beach. "...a most pleasant experience."

With her constantly shifting her position just so on his lap, his cock is pressed up against her ass and the friction is something that he can't ignore; neither can he ignore the fact that he is already feeling 'ready' for another go-round, his arousal building in his veins as he's working to touch her.

His hands shift to move from her breasts; one reaches to 'cover' her hand that is near the lubricant, willing to 'help' if she'll let him. The other he uses to touch himself, reassure his mind that he is not going crazy, he actually is already starting to get a bit hard again...

(But how?)

He nibbles at her neck. "We'll find a way to warm it..."

"It was," she purrs.

"Feel free to help yourself," she tells him. He's free to apply as much lubrication to the Rod as he likes!

She moans. "Might, might actually be able to fill myself with it soon. Get accustomed, before I start moving."

More lubricant is definitely warranted - Skellig is still feeling a bit unsure of this entire part of the endeavor, but he knows for them to be able to fully work the ritual over the numerous fields that will need it done during planting season...there is simply no way she could bring him to orgasm repeatedly in such a short time frame.

So with one hand, he does just that.

With his other, he reaches from touching himself to wrapping his arm back around her front and touching her - seeking her cunt with his fingers, stroking over the edges to 'test'.

"Think you are...close," he muses. (She is MORE than ready, but he would of course want to be most certain.) He slips a finger inside of her, curls it slightly to seek that spot that drives her mad with want.

It won't be long until the rod is quite slathered with lubricant.

Her hips buck and she WHINES in want as he rubs that spot inside of her. "So good. Please, more of that."

"Figured I will have to give you something to think about while you're riding that Rod like it is my cock," he says 'innocently' - while working his fingers inside of her again, coaxing more whines from her in a manner that is most definitely not innocent.

He presses his lips against the curve of her earlobe, dropping his voice low.

"What else do you want from me?"

"Talk to me, while I'm riding it," she gasps.

Eventually, she reaches the point where she KNOWS she's close, pulls away from his fingers OH SO RELUCTANTLY. She positions herself over the Rod of the Sun. She's so wet, so slick, this should be easy.

She grimaces a bit at the cold feeling of it, but soldiers on. She's about halfway 'on' the Rod when something goes wrong. Bronze doesn't flex, not like his flesh, and she moves in such a way as to drive the mass of the Rod into her vagina in such a way that she bruises herself.

A cry of pleasure at his touch, at her arousal, warps into a small cry of PAIN. It hurts, and she pulls herself off of the Rod, breath too fast and with pain having dulled her arousal considerably.

That is not what Skellig was truly expecting to happen during this experiment, but his reaction time is swift, and once she has risen from the Rod (he helps, unnaturally quick in his movements to lift her as best he can) he shoves it to the far side of the circle in front of them, brings her back down to the cushions as she is still in the 'straddled' position in front of him, body tight with discomfort.

"Breaths, slow and easy--"

One hand of his falls to her hip, the other to the top of her thigh, and he presses his chest firmly against her back, wrapping one of his wings around her protectively.

Typically he would ask permission before using his abilities to heal a person; this is not one of those instances. He simply shifts his hand from her thigh to low on her belly and 'reaches', listening to where her body is protesting her pain and working to send his energy - he has plenty of it to spare, and is in no danger - to fix it.

"More of a learning curve than I anticipated," she pants.

She leans back into his embrace, wanting the contact. It's 'only' bruising in the vagina, but given that she was aroused and thus even more sensitive than normal, it packed a punch. He'll easily be able to fix it, with as much Light as he has on board.

The fix will be easy, and he works on it immediately - but he is still displeased with the echo of her sharp cry of pain that is resonating in his ears, bouncing off the walls in the space around them.

"We will find other methods," he grumbles (not directed at her, his displeasure is in fact at the scroll and whoever thought using bronze for this sort of activity was a decent substitute) firmly.

Other methods that might involve his own cock, which despite the shift in the mood, is already half-hard again and pressed firmly against her ass; though his attention is not there at the moment, but at soothing her with his touches and working to heal her.

She relaxes, her muscles soothed by the healing and the absence of pain.

"I'm not sure we have other options with the amount of area we'd need to.." She pauses, as the last of the pain leaves and she notices him pressed up against her. "You're half hard again. It hasn't been that long, has it?"

"It has not," he confirms.

Once he is satisfied she is no longer hurting, he presses his lips to the top of her shoulder, hugging her close to him.

"I seem to be...recovering much faster than I typically do," he continues. "Even as you started to work with the Rod, I could feel myself stirring just...just from the things I was doing to help prepare you. And now..." He shifts his hips slightly and rubs against her, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. "I feel as if it would not take much effort to coax me fully again."

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