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

She laughs, low. "Hm. I quite enjoy rubbing my hands all over your body, so the pleasure is mutual."

She works carefully on his upper back and shoulders, her body brushing across his feathers as she works.

"My brothers say that in more northern lands there are people with skin as fair as yours, though none with an owl's feathers."

Every time she brushes across his feathers, a small shiver runs down his spine - one she will definitely notice.

"You have lovely hands," he mutters with a pleased sigh, folding his arms under his head and settling into the mattress a bit more - this also helps to keep him from squirming too much, which might lead to an increase in his arousal levels too soon. (Not that he thinks she'd mind that, but he DOES need the balm applied.) "Never been touched before the way you touch me. Can feel your love for me, every time your hands are on my skin."

"I'm glad you can feel that," she says, voice soft. She shivers a little as well when she comes into contact with his feathers.

"Your heart speaks through your flesh, when you touch me," she tells him. She's gotten the worst of the burn areas, but she intends to get all of him that she can before she asks him to turn over!

As she moves across his skin, he adjusts his wings carefully to allow her access to all the areas of his body - as she goes lower down his sides he pulls in a breath, feeling the familiar tickle of her fingers against his ribs, working in the balm carefully. She really is getting ALL of the spots.

"My heart has many things to say," he laughs softly as he involuntarily squirms under her touch. He is not outright ticklish, but that is still sensitive...

"Especially about my love for you. It is limitless...deeper in my soul than I even knew I could carry another heart alongside my own."

"I'll try not to make you squirm too much," she promises. She IS being careful, but hitting all the spots means some squirming is inevitable.

"Does it frighten you, how much you feel for me?" she asks. She's remembering certain things Elihu said to her when Skellig was elsewhere.

"Frighten me?"

Even though she can't see the flash of confusion that crosses his features, she'll likely be able to hear it in his tone. "I do not know why I would be frightened by our love..."

Pausing, he considers. "I will admit that when I first felt our souls bond as they did, I did not understand what was happening, because I had never found another to connect with in the manner that we have. Perhaps I was...a bit nervous? But if anything it was more fear that I might make a mistake and lose you."

"It was, it was something that Elihu mentioned, when we spoke after you had gone," Kreyu explains. "That such an intensity of feeling in so short a span...worried him." She's working on his lower back now.

"That it gave me a great deal of power over you, whether I wanted that power or not."

While her main focus is rubbing the shea butter mixture into his skin, he can sense that she is also working to give him a bit of a massage throughout the process - and he is very grateful for that, as his body is still tense from the stress of the day's events. He groans softly as she hits a tender spot, feeling the muscle twitch before it relaxes and releases.

"I have always known you are much more powerful than I am," he says. "Even just from sensing your Karma when we first met, I knew I could not ever hope to match you...but it does not...I do not fear it. I could sense that your energy was full of Light, of hope and your heart was not Dark...I have not feared you or your power."

He sighs happily as her fingertips dance along his spine.

"I respect your power," he adds. "But I do not fear it, because I trust you."

She is careful in her search for tender spots not to press TOO hard.

"I am grateful for that, so very much." She kisses his lower back, a brush of her lips. "I will try to trust myself as much as you trust me, that I will not turn our love to poison."

Now Skellig is even MORE confused.

"Why...why would our love be turned to poison? Kreyu, I do not..."

He awkwardly shifts to roll his weight onto one side, resting against his hip so that he can turn to look at her.

"I do not understand why he would have said such a thing. Why would he have thought that was even possible?"

"He has seen such things happen before, with humans," Kreyu replies, voice quiet. "And he and Revenin were mortal enemies once, even though their souls were entangled. He feared that if hate could turn to love..."

She shakes her head, as if to clear it. "Just excess caution. It must be." She won't LET it be otherwise.

"...if hate could turn to love, that love could possibly turn to hate?"

Skellig is truly not thrilled that this is a thought which Elihu has put into her mind - one that quite possibly has been plaguing her on and off since that day (it already seems as if it is long ago, when in reality it has not been that long at all) when they met. Not thrilled at all.

"I do not make many promises," he says firmly, voice low. "But that will not happen with us. I am certain that over the years ahead we may have our moments...things which we disagree over...arguments. But that is natural, and our bond...it will not break."

"Yes," she answers, voice just the barest whisper.

She's finished with his legs and thus this side of him, but she doesn't ask him to turn over yet.

"Thank you, Skellig," she replies. She exhales, relieved, shifts her body so she can kiss him.

Once she has moved and shifted her body, he is able to roll over a bit so she can lie alongside him, bringing his hand to her waist and his wing to drape over her.

"The strongest trees are the ones who have weathered many storms," he says softly, voice calm. "They did not grow to be the protectors that they are without seeing struggle, did not grow to shade us from the sun without having to first endure the wind and the rain."

He sighs.

"And even if perhaps a branch should break and fall, or if leaves should be sent scattering...the tree prevails, because of the roots. The base, sturdy and true, gripping tightly to the bond it shares with the earth. If it builds a good system of roots...it will weather any storm. And we are doing that."

She snuggles up against him, his arm and his wing a comfort. "I am so very lucky," she tells him. "You are wise, as well as kind and lovely."

She kisses his cheek. "We will nourish our bond, that it may grow deep and vast. Care for one another, that we might grow strong and true."

Nodding in agreement, he smiles as she presses her lips against his cheek.

"I have no doubts that we will nourish our bond quite well," he says. "After all, I have seen what power you and I can bring to a field with our energies..."

Smirking. "I can only dream of what we might do to a forest."

She laughs, the sound bright and joyous. "I am tempted to try, see what happens," she muses. One hand reaches for the ointment, then starts spreading it on his shoulders and his chest.

"There are other sacred stories, after all, among those who do not till the earth. A chase, a hunt, that ends not in blood but in a coupling." Her grin turns a little wicked. "Or a seduction, for the God of the Hunt can be coaxed to use the spear between his legs and not the one in his hands."

Skellig laughs as well when she describes the 'hunt' myth, makes her comment regarding the 'spear'.

"You think you would have the power within you to coax the God of the Hunt to use his own spear for pleasure?" He shifts his body and adjusts his wings to tuck them closer behind him, flopping over onto his back - and sprawling against those silks similar to how he had done so on the bed within Heka's lair, a 'come get me' expression on his features. "Would be interesting to find out."

"I do," she purrs. "But I've hardly covered this side of you at all with balm." She starts rubbing the balm on his arms.

"Have to make sure you're taken care of before I play with you too much," she teases. She manifests her wings, feathers rustling. "Might even put something SPECIAL on your spear, if you haven't spent it by the time I'm finished with the balm."

"I will be able to relax throughout," he protests. "Especially with the promise of...something special." Perhaps not relax entirely, but that isn't a requirement.

He has some thoughts as to what it could be, but he would not ruin such a surprise as the one she is tempting him with. He stretches his arms towards her, the muscles grateful for her touch as much as his skin is grateful for the soothing effects of the balm she is applying.

Her hands work to ease aches, to comfort, as she spreads the balm. "One day, perhaps, the Sun will not be so cruel to you."

When she's finished with his arms, she starts work on his feet and his legs. "This is a pleasure for me too, touching you like this. Knowing I am helping you, making you feel good."

"We will have many opportunities to continue to condition my body to the Sun's touches," he offers with a shrug. "I do truly feel as if I will get accustomed to it, eventually."

Stretching his feet, he sighs happily as she works across the arches and tops of each foot. That feels good, as does her fingertips as they work balm into his ankles and calves.

"You spoil me," he protests weakly. "But I am glad to know that it brings the both of us pleasure. You make me feel very good. Knowing that there is someone who...who wants to touch me, simply for the sake of wanting to...means a great deal."

"I will gladly spoil you all day long," she says, tone cheerful. She's careful around his knees, then works up his thighs.

"I fear you will need all this muscle, come planting and harvest. The land in which our village dwells is more fortunate than many, seldom suffering famine or drought, but much labor is required to secure such blessings."

"It is not anything to fear," he says. "I possess the ability to help, and would do so without protest or argument. It will be for the good of everyone..."

He sobers slightly.

"And I would not see anyone go hungry, if I could help prevent it in any form...I would work readily to do whatever is needed with planting and harvest."

"Another way in which we are so very alike," she replies. "Some of my labor will be of an arcane nature, but I will be helping with the physical as well."

She moves back to his chest to finish there after her hands have gone so temptingly high on his thighs.

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