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

"Like your mouth on my neck," she tells him.

She moans, low, loud, as he slides inside of her. He feels bigger from this angle, but it's not painful. In fact, it feels very good.

"My owl king," she growls softly back. "All of you mine to claim." She pushes back against his body, driving his cock just that little bit deeper inside of her. "Perhaps I'll claim you later, once you've had your fill of taking me, hm?"

She chuckles wickedly. "Maybe tie you to the bed and dance for you."

"Would drive me wild, to watch you dance while tied up, my hands bound tight. Want so badly to touch you when you move your body like that," he mutters, nipping again at her neck - never hard enough to mar her skin with a bruise, but a faint red mark that will fade after a few hours may appear from time to time. "Makes my cock twitch, when you dance for me."

His body responds to hers, matching the rhythm she wants from him with the tempo he desires to claim her with - steady, driving, just a hint of teasing, she could have more from him if she begs for it.

"Your king," he continues. "Would worship you as long as you'd like. In whatever...whatever manner you'd please."

She gasps in pleasure and surprise when he nips like that. "Want to watch it drive you wild," she confesses. "See you come apart for me."

She might want more in a bit, but for right now the pace is very good.

She shivers in pleasure, in want, when he says he would worship her as long as she'd like. "My king," she purrs. "I, I am worthy of that kind of worship from you."

"You are worthy of more than I can give you," he says - but there is no disappointment or sadness in his words, because he knows in his soul that she is truly satisfied by the ways he brings her to pleasure. (And he trusts that if she was truly wanting, she would speak up and tell him!) "But I feel as if I have at least managed a decent job of worshipping my queen, so far..."

That last bit is teasing, as he wraps an arm around her midsection and allows his fingertips to splay across her ribcage, seeking out sensitive spots on her belly and her breasts with his touch.

"Nonsense," she snorts when he says she's worthy of more than he can give her.

"MOST excellent," she gasps, as his fingers find that spot on her ribcage that makes her breath catch, toy with her nipples, as he thrusts in and out of her.

She moans as his fingers drag across her stomach, tease. Words are getting harder, now. "More, please," she begs.

Begging like that will definitely get her what she wants from him - she's difficult for him to resist at any normal time, so when she moans and shifts her body against his in such a manner, it becomes damn near impossible.

"Gladly, my love." He nips again at her neck and increases his tempo, working both of them towards another round of release. "Feels so good, you around me like this," he groans softly against her skin, his own words faltering and falling a bit out of order as his voice wavers. "Very lucky, your king is."

Even with the benefit of the spell to help with his stamina, he cannot last indefinitely moving in the way they are, his body in time and in tune with hers - and as much as he'd prefer to make her come for him first, sometimes it is just not possible to hold off, as it is in this case - his climax gripping hold of him slightly unexpectedly, as he cries her name loudly at the ceiling, erasing those earlier echoes.

Kreyu follows him moments later with a breathless cry.

She collapses onto the cushions, spent, muscles aching a bit, but not in a bad way. She makes a cutting gesture toward the edge of their circle with her hand, and the remnants of the spell part and dissipate.

She turns over, reaches out for him to cuddle right where they are. Without the 'boost' of the ritual, Skellig should find his recovery time is back to normal.

After she collapses, he flops over on his back - managing somehow to tuck his wings enough that they won't cause discomfort for him to lay on them - and pants softly as she works to 'cut' the spell off. His skin is sticky with sweat, and he is completely and utterly exhausted, in a good way.

(A very good way, based on the pleased expression on his face as she turns over and reaches out for him, pulling her closer to cuddle.)

"C'mere, dragon," he drawls playfully, stretching his legs out and adjusting their bodies to settle into the cushions. "Lemme hold you."

She laughs, low. "Always, love," she says as she snuggles into him. She gives a contented sigh, brown bleeding into the violet of her eyes.

"Was good, but I missed seeing your face, seeing YOU," she murmurs.

"Agreed," he reaches up and strokes his fingers through her hair.

"Once we remember how t'move, you'll have plenty of opportunity to see me once you've tied me to the bed." A smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth. "A 'captive' audience."

She sighs in pleasure at his touch, reaches for his hair with her fingers.

She breaks into a giggling fit at his joke. "Captive indeed," she eventually manages. "Though an audience that chooses to be my captive, to be mine."

Her expression turns more serious, but warm and gentle. "It amazes me, sometimes, that you choose me over and over again."

"I know sometimes you may feel as if it was the Fates which led me to your path, the day I stumbled into the desert," he says quietly. "And it may have been, I do not know."

Skellig tips his head slightly to her hand, giving her better access to his hair - which is quite a ruffled mess, but that is the way she likes it best.

"But it was of my own volition that I did not flee. It was by my free will that I decided to stay, it was my choice that I would eagerly be claimed by you as your husband, my desire to gladly claim you as my wife."

"That does not make it any less amazing, or wondrous," she tells him, voice soft. Her fingers run through his hair. "Might make it a greater wonder, in truth. No grand design, no path set by some higher power, only the choices of two hearts."

Her lips quirk in a grin, and she kisses him on the lips, soft. "Two very unique hearts, lost and lonely."

"They were lost and lonely, those two very unique hearts," he agrees. "But now they are neither, for they have found their mate."

He returns the kiss gently, nuzzles her a bit.

"I would make the same choice over and over and over, if needed. You are the one I will always choose to hold my heart in your hands."

"And I would choose you, to hold my heart in your hands."

She reaches for one of his hands, brings it up near their faces. "Such strong, gentle hands. Hands for healing, defending, bringing Light."

"And sometimes for the giving of great physical pleasure," she adds, teasing.

Skellig's relationship with his hands has changed greatly over the course of his time since meeting Kreyu, so as she takes his hand in hers, she may notice a slight shift in his mood (not negative, just perhaps a bit more serious and contemplative) and tone of voice.

"They have always been strong and capable," he says quietly. "And I never hesitated to use them when needed. I have always known that I should feel proud of my abilities...but they would bring me such pain, Before. It was difficult to separate the two sides. But now...I do not have the pain as a distraction, and I can use them freely as I would. Thanks to you."

"I am so very glad I could heal you," she says, voice soft. "I could see the pain in how you moved, when I first found you. No one should hurt like that."

"My blood is yours, should you need it again," she promises. She laughs softly. "So much happened, that first day we met."

"We were quite busy," he agrees, laughing with her as he thinks back to it.

Tipping his head forward slightly, he encourages her to keep up with the 'petting' she is doing to his hair - it is very relaxing, and in this afterglow haze they are in he is enjoying it very much.

"In the few memories that I could remember from Before...I have always hurt the way I did," he admits. "Once you took care of that, it was as if I had been freed from a prison of my own making...that I did not even know I was in. It took some adjustment." Some of which she noticed, some she likely did not. "I have felt fine since, aside from a few instances. I would hope I would not need it again, but if I truly found myself in pain...I know that your strength is much greater than my own, so I would ask for help."

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She is more than happy to keep up with the petting!

There is a flicker of sorrow from her at the confession that in the memories he has of Before, he was always hurting. "I am glad you would feel comfortable asking, although I would not say my strength is much greater than your own."

She pauses. "Well, it is greater in SOME areas, but that's hardly everything."

Skellig contemplates his response a moment.

"Our areas of strength...vary," he says after a moment. "I meant that your strength is greater than mine in your...lifeforce. Your resistance to harm. Mine has certainly improved...but you have more Karma within your reserves than I could ever dream of holding."

He presses his lips to her shoulder.

"And you would be most upset with me if I did not ask for help when I truly needed it." A beat. "And I have seen you...angry."

"I would be angry, yes," she says after a moment, combing his hair with her fingers. "But however angry or upset I become, I will never love you any less."

"I would be ashamed beyond words should I ever give you reason to truly FEAR my anger."

"I respect your power and your ferocity," he says softly. "But I do not fear it."

Skellig reaches up to take her hand in his, intertwining their fingers as he brings them to his mouth before pressing his lips against her skin.

"I cannot...I cannot fully explain it, how my soul and heart simply just..." He shakes his head gently, trying to piece his words together in some form of 'sense'. "I know with my entire self that our bond and our love for each other is the strongest thing. I trust that. It outweighs everything else. I simply...know...that I would never have reason to truly fear your anger or your wrath, because your love for me is the strongest of all."

She shivers a little with pleasure as he presses his lips against her skin.

"Yes," she says, visibly relieved as he finishes his explanation. She presses her lips against the skin of his hand where they are intertwined.

"I am so glad you know that. I, I imagine many would not take my nature as in stride as you have, particularly after having been...intimate with me." Some part of her KNOWS that, which makes no sense, as she's never taken anyone but Skellig to her bed.

When he senses her emotions shift from concern to relief, he allows himself to relax a little bit more and shifts to better allow her body to curl around his. His tone also lightens.

"They would be fools," he mutters quietly. "For you would not just give your heart and body to anyone, and those who you do choose to let see your true nature should be grateful, honored...should accept all of you."

He kisses their hands again.

"My brothers would say the world is full of fools," Kreyu quips. She snuggles into him. "But I will never have reason to find that out,"

The words about accepting ALL of her, resonate. "Part of me wishes that I had been your first. That you would never have known the pain of being with a partner who did not accept all of you."

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