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

"...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.

Purring (as a cat would do) is not a skill which Skellig truly has in any realistic sense; while some owl calls are similar to a purr, they are certainly not suited for this peace and quiet they have created within the space of her (their?) room here inside the Lair itself.

But as she works her hands over his chest, perhaps she will sense a vibration from his body, pleasure and comfort, the sense of security he feels from her touches. As well as the growing want that is beating beneath the surface, his body stirring - his skin twitching involuntarily as she strokes over sensitive (in a good way) places.

He is still maintaining his 'control', but the more she works him over, the tougher it is becoming.

"I will need to do this often, since you are enjoying it so," she says, feeling the vibrations of pleasure, comfort, and security, seeing his want.

Her touches on his belly are slower, lingering, although she IS making sure to get the balm everywhere it needs to be.

She removes her hands from his skin when she's done, smiles wickedly. "I believe I promised you something special," she purrs. Her hands go to her preening glands, the oil spilling onto her fingers as she presses and strokes them.

"You did," he exhales - his breaths are not yet quite a pant, but are trending in that direction, especially after the work she spent on his belly and his hips. So very close to other sensitive places...

And then she has her hands in her feathers and he knows he is getting what he had hoped for.

"And I intend to hold you to keeping that promise," he adds excitedly. "Please?"

His eagerness, his excitement, make her own desire rise. "Of course," she tells him, voice low and breathy.

She spreads the oil on her hands, then lowers them to those sensitive places, stroking his balls first, and then slowly stroking his cock.

"Got to make sure I get all of you," she murmurs, voice rough. "Going to get you all worked up just for me."

"Thank you."

While the majority of his body (minus what parts she has her hands on currently) relaxes beneath her touch, he sighs and grins, letting his head fall back slightly to rest on the silks.

"All of me is def-definitely gonna get worked up, just for you. Only you make me feel this way..."

Once she's gotten him well lubricated, she wipes what little is left of the preening oil off on his thighs.

She just admires him for a moment, her gaze dark with want. "You are a vision, especially against this silk."

She shifts her weight. "But I can't get the image of my straddling you while you're sitting up out of my head. Touching and tasting each other, feeling you get worked up the whole time..." The arousal that mental image provokes clear in her voice.

Skellig cracks one eye open to look at her - begrudgingly - and then pushes his body up slightly with the use of his elbows. Then he opens the other eye and looks her up and down, glancing at his own lap in the process, then turns his attention back to her.

"I suppose I could manage to oblige your desires to ravish me..."

He scoots himself up a bit more, leaning his back and wings against a ~~truly ridiculously large~~ stack of cushions behind him to better sit up.

Kreyu didn't acquire all of those cushions with this in mind, but they've come in quite handy!

"I'll make it worth your while," she promises. She helps him get situated. Once he's comfortable, she straddles his lap, presses her chest against his as she kisses him THOROUGHLY. Her kiss is hot, sweet, hungry, loving. She wants him breathless with pleasure and want, aching for her.

She's gasping for air, heart racing, when she finally pulls her lips away from his for a moment.

With the intensity of that kiss, she manages to wipe away all the negative thoughts that still were trickling through his mind, his only focus is his need for oxygen (oh but it is so very good when she takes it away from him like this) and his need for HER.

Now she has him panting, hands at her waist, a tremble running through his fingertips.

"Fuck, love."

He laughs weakly, struggling to catch his breath. "Nearly peaked...just kissing you."

THAT he would have been embarrassed by, even as smug as it might have made her!

Kreyu is visibly smug when he says that. "Knew you were nice and hard, didn't realize you were that close."

She tilts her head. "Should I back off of you a bit, let you cool off a little?" She slips her fingers between her legs, strokes. "Not wet enough to ride you yet, but I could work on correcting that." Heat herself up a little while he cools down.

Nodding rapidly, he is still struggling a bit, overwhelmed by the energy running through his veins and his own arousal so strongly effecting his ability to speak, to think, to even know what he is feeling.

"Wasn't. Close. Then...then I was." He swallows hard, working his throat to try to settle himself down a bit, forcing his lungs to expand and contract in a reasonable fashion.

Of course, if she's touching herself while straddling him, he might not last much longer either. A true conundrum. He bites his lower lip firmly, nodding a little slower. A signal she can continue...

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