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

She moans, low but loud, as he comes. "Yes, oh yes," she purrs.

She eyes his twitching cock in a hungry, lustful, way, as she stalks toward him. She kneels before him, wraps the head of his cock in her mouth and lavishes it with attention with her tongue.

Edited 2024-07-02 03:20 (UTC)

The feeling of her tongue on his cock is even better than he imagined, and he struggles to stay relatively still as she touches him, pulling a bit against the bonds. He is not truly trying to free himself, because he could easily do so if he really wanted it (and he also knows that she would also cut him free or untie him at his first request or the instant she felt concerned) but he is grateful for the assistance from her 'gravity' spell to help keep his weight upright.

"Can't...can't get enough of your mouth on me," he groans softly, stuttering over his words a little. Hips bucking gently towards her mouth as she pleasures him further, working her lips and tongue over his skin. "So good. Very good. Want...want it."

She makes a noise of acknowledgement as she works to clean his skin of every bit of his release that spilled on it.

His bucking hips, his groans, his desire, make HER desire grow. It is beginning to become insistent!

When she's finished cleaning him, she decides that taking the dress off properly is too much trouble, especially with how aroused she is right now.

She steps back, turns her shape into that of a dove, and the dress falls to the ground around her pigeon shape. She flaps and flutters a little way through the air to get clear of the dress, then resumes the shape he knows so well.

She's clearly quite aroused, flushed, ACHING, as she picks up the dress, takes it carefully back to the chest and places it safely within. That done, she comes to stand just outside his reach and makes a gesture, causing all of the ropes to untie. He's free!

That was not entirely what he expected her to do in that instance, but he is beginning to learn that since he has chosen to partner for life with a shapeshifter mage, it is likely better for him to simply 'expect the unexpected' in most cases and work to prepare himself for anything.

Even her using the guise of a pigeon to get out of her dress.

After she tucks away the dress and approaches him, he braces his feet firmly against the ground as she gestures to free his hands and legs from the bonds - he knows he still has the 'benefit' of the other spell to keep him steady, but it is still a bit of an adjustment, knees wobbling slightly (but he does not fall) as he steps towards her.

Stalks towards her might be the better term, in this instance. He pauses with his body just inches from hers, looking down at her. Part of his primal mind wants to simply sweep her off her feet and take her straight to the bed...but another part of him thinks it is his turn to tease, at least for a moment.

With one fingertip, he lightly presses his touch to the hollow of her throat, trailing that finger upward underneath her jaw to lift her face.

"May I kiss you, my queen?"

She shivers with want as he stalks toward her. She is 'caught' by him, but there is no fear in that for her.

Her eyes flicker closed briefly as his finger trails up underneath her jaw and she makes a sound of WANT. "Please kiss me," she replies, voice breathy.

He can quite easily sense her state of arousal, given his own state of hyperawareness at the moment, so he does not hesitate in giving her what she wants from him.

However, he does cheat a little bit.

Using his own abilities to his advantage, he wraps his arms around her body (mindful of her wings) and lifts her up into his arms, supporting her weight with one hand beneath her ass, her arms and legs instinctively winding around his body to hold onto him.

And then he kisses her, while at the same time walking them closer to the bed. Once he backs her into it, he'll lay her down beneath him and get to worshipping her properly. But for now, his focus is on her mouth and their kiss.

"Properly" will be nice, but for right now she's more than content with this. Skellig is very good at kissing, and she enjoys it very much! She clings to him with her whole body, pressing up against him like she needs him that close for her heart to keep beating in her chest. Her kisses are passionate things, desire cut with love, her lips warm and soft on his. She has no intention of pausing until one of them has to breathe.

She worked up quite a sweat dancing, enough to leach the remnants of sacred perfumes from her Goddess dress and onto her skin. Whatever it's made of, it's warm, spicy, rich, a compliment and enhancement to Kreyu's own natural scent. He can smell it as they kiss, as he carries her toward the bed.

Her scent (and the additions to it with the perfumes) has caught his attention and he is relishing it as they kiss, working to commit the different 'pieces' of it to memory so that it can be called upon later if he so desires.

Eventually, his knees hit the bed and he lays her back carefully, breaking the kiss so he can catch his breath and refocus his mind from where it has wandered off a bit.

"You are complex," he mutters, appreciative. "It is like a gift, the more I unwrap, the more I discover..."

He sniffs lightly at the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder, likely where she will dab on some more of either the same or a similar perfume before she steps out on 'official business', trying to untangle the 'layers'.

"So are you, Skellig," she tells him. She tilts her head back, to let him sniff as closely as he likes, or taste.

"Can't recall precisely what's in it," she murmurs, running fingers through his hair. "Different than the incense in the temple, as I recall. Something in the formula of this smelled DREADFUL when it was burned." There's laughter in her eyes, which suggests a funny story there. "Cinnamon, cloves, some kind of tree resin." Probably frankincense.

"I feel as if I am familiar with the cloves, and the cinnamon," he says softly, inhaling deeply to allow it to filter across his senses and trickle over pathways in his mind. "I am not...not entirely certain why."

Perhaps she has cooked some of their meals with it before; perhaps they had had it in some of their teas, the chai from the market?

One of the most common combinations of flavors in certain Asian dishes is 'Chinese Five-Spice' - a blend of cinnamon, cloves, star anise, fennel, peppercorns. Pork char siu - number 53 on the takeaway menu, food of the gods - uses 'five-spice' in the sticky, rich sauce.

"I quite...I quite like it, mixed upon in such a way, on your skin." He kisses the area lightly, then glances up at her, curious. "Will you wear it again, when we go to the village?"

Although he has gotten momentarily sidetracked, he has not lost the entire train of thought - his hands still working to slide up and down her ribcage, avoiding her breasts (she's sensitive, so very sensitive, wants to give her a moment to relax) for the time being.

"They've both been in our Chai," she tells him. "That might be where you know it from."

"I will wear it in the village, if you like it," she tells him. "Not in public much, it would stand out, but in private is another matter. And I will wear it when we go into the city to help, when I am being official."

Being the goddess Kreyu!

She sighs, arches her back as he strokes up and down her ribcage.

"It may be that," he agrees, nodding gently. "I do like it."

"I know there will be much to learn about your role as Goddess," he admits, lavishing the attention of his mouth on her neck with lazy, lingering kisses. "And it will take time to learn them, but I look forward to it. I would like to support you as best I can, in all aspects of our life."

After all, they are partners.

Carefully, he trails his mouth to the center of her throat, his lips seeking out her collarbones, the swell of her breasts. He pauses before he sinks any lower, glancing up at her.

"You are not too stimulated?"

She moans softly as he gives her neck lazy, lingering kisses. "Would like to support you too," she tells him.

She shivers with want. "Not now, no. Would have hurt earlier, to drag the dress off over my head, why I changed shape."

She chuckles. "Seeing you come for me was very...inspiring."

"Never come before like that, without having any touch to push me to the edge," he laughs, voice low and a hint wicked. "Never doubted that I would, with you in that dress..."

His lips close gently on a nipple, and he teases with his tongue a moment, giving her what he knows she wants so badly from him.

"...but was nice t'have something between just you and I."

She makes a little whimpering noise of pleasure and want as he teases her nipple with his tongue.

"Glad I could give you something new, something just for us," she whispers. She runs her hands up and down his back, caressing.

Her grin is a hint wicked. "I wasn't sure it would be enough, on its own, my dancing. Do you want to know what my back up plan was?"

Skellig flexes his wings a little above them, which in turn stretches out the muscles in his back, shivering slightly as her hands caress them - he is faintly sore (in a good way) and her touch his soothing to him.

"Absolutely."

He might not be looking at her face, but he can hear her wicked grin in her tone.

She wants to touch him, so very much, and that the touch is soothing to him is a lovely bonus.

"Was thinking I could tell you what I was imagining in my head as I touched myself in front of you." She chuckles, low. "Thought it might take the sight of me fucking myself with my fingers and gasping for more to make you come for me," she purrs.

Briefly, his mind flashes to that image - and with her hands on his body, she will easily be able to feel the white-hot wave of pleasure that image inspires as it crackles across his energy like lightning.

He's forced to clear his throat harshly to find his voice. When he does find it, he still is a little raspy, a little ragged.

"...almost disappointed I didn't try harder to resist." He swallows hard, glances up at her and grins. "We'll have to save that for the next time you tie me up."

"If you like," she agrees, pleased at his response. "But right now, I want you to be the one touching and tasting me,"

She shivers. "And I want to touch you, please you. There were a few moments where I almost gave in to the temptation to touch you, kiss you, while I was dancing."

"I would not have minded either way," he says. "I know that sometimes we start our...activities...with a plan set in our minds..."

Using the combinations of his abilities and just natural, instinctive movement, as he kisses at her skin he works to get them better positioned near the 'center' of the bed. Which for the size that this bed is, does not have to be truly the center - there is plenty of space, should they end up rolling around, to avoid falling to the floor accidentally.

"But ultimately the goal is pleasure. If the plan changes, if you wish to give into temptation...I would never be disappointed. My desire is purely you, however the goal is achieved."

Speaking of goals, his was to 'properly' worship her once they were settled. So he chooses to quit talking and turn his mouth's attention once more to her breasts, and allow one of his hands to lightly stroke the inner feathers of her wing.

"Likewise," she tells him.

She moans when his mouth starts working at her breast, his lips and his tongue teasing a particularly sensitive spot. Her wing and body arch toward him when he strokes the inner feathers. "More, please." She can't put what she feels when his hands are in her feathers into words. It's not like the pleasure she gets when he touches her anywhere else, but it's SO GOOD.

Bracing his body weight above her on his knees as he straddles her body, he slips his other hand into the feathers of her opposite wing, a mirror image of the first as he mimics the gently teasing and stroking.

(She does not need to try to put it into words - he understands! It is the same as the way it feels to him when she buries her fingers beneath his feathers and teases him. It is just GOOD.)

"Like that?"

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"Just like that," she exhales, eyes half lidded with pleasure. "So good to me."

This isn't the best angle for reaching HIS wings, but she threads her fingers through what feathers she can reach, mirrors his touch.

Slowly and carefully (he would rather work her back up to climax deliberately versus just throwing every 'trick' he has at her at once) he teases at her feathers and her skin, listening to the sounds she makes and the way her body responds to him.

He offers her 'more' of his wings, by shifting his higher, mantling over and bringing them down to cover their bodies.

"Only the best for my mate," he whispers.

Once he has teased her breasts to the point where he feels it may be getting 'too much', he shifts his attention lower, kissing at her ribcage.

"I will be certain to lighten your dress for you when you must wear it in the city," he adds. "I do not know why I did not think of it before."

She is most definitely responding to his touches, her arousal building, her body and the sounds she makes will tell him that.

She eagerly threads her fingers through more of his wings, moans softly when he kisses at her ribcage.

"Never really noticed the weight much before, but I've never danced in it before either," she tells him.

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