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

"Can you write?" she asks the man.

He nods, but he's clearly a bit perplexed at the question.

"When you arrive in port, ask for a message to be sent to Kaya Strongheart at the House of the Rising Sun. She is a friend of mine, and she will help you in making your case for sanctuary."

Relief floods the man's system. "Thank you, kind lady. I don't know that it will be enough, but it is more than I would have expected to be offered."

She glances to Skellig. "We will see what else we can do. It, it is not RIGHT. What has happened, what is happening."

Even with the glance and what she has told the man to say once they arrive in the port city, Skellig has zero clue as to what Kreyu's plan may be at this point. Are they going to meet them there, and offer to 'buy' the men from whoever might make a claim for them, set them free? Bear witness to what happened here in the valley with the prince and these noblemen? Fly straight to Ionika and wipe out a tribe or two of slave traders?

Absolutely no idea.

But he will stand by her side regardless of her plan.

They take their leave, and Kreyu sighs heavily once she's sure they're out of earshot. "He wasn't wrong about it taking divine intervention to get them asylum right now. Which means I'm going to have to be all...official in public."

She doesn't look terribly thrilled about that.

"Although at least I have an excuse to get you more....accustomed to seeing me in THAT dress by repeated exposure." A not insignificant plus!

Skellig is still vaguely confused as to what exactly she means.

Then a part of it clicks - possibly.

"Are the Ring Islands...is that your territory? Where the Lair is?"

Another segment of the plan slots into place when she mentions THAT dress - the one that she has told him that she wears when she is acting as the Goddess - and having to be 'official in public'. "And they are going to sail there in an effort to seek asylum in your lands?"

Kreyu flushes as she realizes how little she's told Skellig. "Yes, the Ring Islands are our territory. I really should have remembered to tell you that."

"That's their plan. It's their best bet, in these circumstances." She smiles. "Of course, they don't know that they're going to GET that divine intervention."

He stares at her with a slightly blank expression for another moment.

Then he remembers the monoliths in the center of the city, the highly detailed carvings of Kreyu and her brothers. Remembers the commentary they heard, the rumors about the Goddess has taken a lover, maybe even a husband! that had spread as they had walked the streets.

"...you are the divine intervention."

She flushes quite red as she's resumed her normal complexion by now. "Yes. I do not feel worthy of being a goddess, but if I can use it to help those poor people, I feel I must."

"You don't have to go with me. I understand it's all a bit...much. Even if you can make people not notice you."

Skellig quickly shakes his head.

"No, I would go with you gladly, I would help in any way I could, I just..."

There is also a faint flush rising to his skin, his chest and cheeks taking on a reddish hue that is lesser than hers, but still noticeable. And it is not due to the thought of her in that beaded gown, appearing before her people.

"...Kreyu, if you are a Goddess...and I am your husband...what does that make me?"

"Whatever you want it to make you, Skellig," she says, voice soft. "They don't know for certain that you exist, not yet. They need never know, though keeping them ignorant of your existence may prove more difficult as the decades go by."

For a long moment, he is silent, his mind clearly deep in thought as he considers what exactly he is feeling as this revelation sinks into his mind, as it becomes reality. He steps closer to her, his body facing hers.

"My entire existence I have been relegated to the shadows," he says quietly. "Simply for who I am as a being. And that is not to say it has been completely in a negative manner, but I have never...I have never felt as if I have mattered, aside from perhaps to those I have helped heal, but even then...I am often nothing more than an illusion once I have left them behind and moved on."

Reaching for her hand with one of his own, he focuses his gaze on them as he interlocks their fingers.

"I would not wish to hide myself from your people," he continues. "I...I am worthy of more than that. I do not...I do not think I am prepared to be...worshipped...but I would not hide my existence fully."

"I was thinking only of your comfort love, it was never a matter of worthiness, not to me." She squeezes his hand gently.

"I will likely need to make my appearance for their sake in a few days, and it will take more time than that for a...proper introduction to be planned. Would it trouble you, to wait a little while before you are known to them as my husband?"

"I...I did not mean that you felt it was a matter of worthiness," he quickly says, shaking his head once more. "I just...I admit I am a bit overwhelmed at simply...simply by having the option to be seen, at not being forced to hide for my own safety."

He squeezes her hand firmly, smiles at her. "It would not trouble me at all to wait. I know I am not...not at all ready. I do not need to be seen with you...I simply would wish to be there to watch as you work, so that I could learn by observing."

"I would be glad to have you there," she tells him, smiling. She laughs, low. "Though we will definitely need to work on your reaction to my dress."

"Perhaps if you see me in it enough it will no longer prompt such a strong reaction?"

"Perhaps," he agrees. Though admittedly, if every time he has seen her in the dress has been followed by mind-blowing sex, their efforts towards desensitization may need some 'adjustment'.

He leans down and presses his lips softly to hers. "And while I have never used my power to shift my blood from one area to another within my body in such a manner...it may be something I am able to do, with practice."

Stopping himself from bleeding out beneath the decks of the pirate ship...doesn't really count, he feels. That was much more of a life or death situation.

She meets his press of lips, soft but intimate.

"That could be a useful solution, although it would need practice." She strokes his face, gently, then starts removing her dress. "Would you like to head back to the Lair?"

Reaching for her dress once she has removed it fully - and making no effort to hide the Look he gives her body in the meantime - he nods.

"I think that would be best."

After all, there are innocent humans within range of their piercing cries here, and he does not feel they need traumatized any further after the events of yesterday.

He might almost be getting USED to riding Kreyu in her dragon shape by now!

Once they arrive at the Lair, she switches back to her human shape, and pulls him in for a thorough kiss.

Her voice is low, husky. "I would quite like to tie you to our bed and dance for you. Would you like that?"

Nodding softly, he smirks.

"I would. However, before you do that..."

Skellig purposefully does NOT finish his sentence, instead swiftly wraps his arms around her, grabbing her ass and pulling her body firmly against his as he returns her kiss with a reciprocating one of his own.

Is this cheating? Absolutely. Does he care? Absolutely not.

She presses her body against his, returns every bit of fervor and want until she simply MUST break to breathe.

"Grabbing me while you can?" she teases. "I'll let you touch me as much as you please, after I've gotten you to come for me," she purrs.

Once they're inside 'their' room, Kreyu smirks. "You can strip yourself, if you like, or let me do it once I've tied you to the bed." She has the cords in her hands now, so very smooth.

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"Would you prefer me standing at the end as I was before, or do you want me lying down?"

Skellig makes no effort to untie his kilt just yet, though his hands do wander to his waist - inwardly, he is forcing his breath to remain steady, his heartbeat to stay as calm as possible. He knows once she slips that dress onto her body that he will face a struggle, so it is going to take all he has now to maintain control.

"Standing at the end please, you'll have a better view that way." She sings a few syllables and the light in the room takes on a warm, romantic, low glow. She checks on the fire, makes sure it's not going to go out.

She's so very careful when she ties his hands and legs to the bedposts, gives him plenty of give in the rope. The platform she made the last time materializes behind him, eases any strain on his body from gravity.

He checks the bonds once he has been tied up - he trusts her methods, and there is plenty of room for 'give' if he should need it - and then shakes his wings out behind him, allowing them to rest easily partially opened behind him.

"I can understand why this dress is one you use for your acts as Goddess," he mutters softly as she moves to pull the dress from the chest where it is stored safely away. "It is quite awe inspiring simply to see you in it. And then to be able to watch you dance in it, as you allow me to do so..."

He shivers gently, flexes his feet against the ground.

"...definitely inspiring."

"It fits the role," she agrees. "And they were so happy, the first time I wore it."

She removes her linen gown, lays it carefully on the chest. The beads make little noises as they rub against each other as she puts it on. Gold, stones, shells, a little symphony of sounds. In the lower light, it's much easier to look at her, but she still shines, still sparkles.

Her hips sway as she walks over to him. She touches his cheek, a featherlight touch, then trails her fingers down his body to where his kilt is fastened. It won't take long for her to get it off of him. "Want to see how every bit of you reacts to me," she tells him, voice rough with desire.

"I do not know if I should even bother attempting to resist," he admits. "I would not wish to become discouraged in my efforts, knowing how...strongly I am likely to react to seeing you."

And already, his heartbeat is quickening in his chest, skin flushing slightly as her hands settle to his waist, work to remove the kilt from his body. He works his throat in a silent swallow, gathering his wits about him as her fingertips graze across his stomach.

So badly does he want to touch her already, and she has not even started to dance yet!

"They will be most delighted to see you again, I am certain," he says. "When was the last time you made yourself known to them?"

"I would say do whatever you think would increase your enjoyment," she tells him. "Though if you 'resist' longer, I would need to dance more for you, this time."

"Ten years ago, maybe?" she replies, as his kilt slips off of him at last. "Perhaps a bit less than that. The years tend to run together a bit."

She moves several feet away from him, into a nice, open, space. "Oh, you are so lovely," she tells him, voice low. She manifests her wings, as the dress was made with slits to allow them to come 'out'. She stretches her wings, once, twice.

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