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

She moans as he strokes her clit, flicks her nipple. She tilts her head back farther as his mouth falls to her throat, so very vulnerable. "I'd like that very much," she gasps.

She buries the fingers of one hand in his hair, the other in the downy feathers of a wing, caresses. "Think you'd like it too. All those little noises I make just for you, because of you," she croons. "And when I'm all warm, wet, frenzied with want and pleasure, you can fill me with your cock again, and again, and again."

She rocks against his fingers. "Unless you want me to beg you to fuck me?"

"No need to beg, my love. Not unless you want to. I am more than willing."

He laughs, his voice dropping low and just a hint wicked, adjusts the angle of his hand so that he is better positioned to use his fingers to 'fuck' her as he would with his cock. Her hand in his hair makes him groan when she tightens it, and he rewards her in turn with his touches.

"As much as I love the lead up to this, when we are fooling around as we are...all I can think about is you straddled across my hips, sinking down to bury yourself around me. Have no doubts the ritual would work with the Rod, but...might make me a little jealous. Might have to make sure you don't...come to prefer it, over the real thing."

For THAT he is definitely teasing.

She can tell he's teasing, so she laughs, low, when he mentions her possibly coming to prefer it. "No fear of that," she tells him. She moans as his fingers move in and out of her. "It can't feel me around it, can't want me like you do."

He crooks his fingers just a little, to rub at THAT spot inside of her, the one that sends sparks right down her spine. "Yes," she whines in want. "So good." Her hand scrabbles for that spot on his shoulder blade that sends a jolt directly to his cock.

Clearly, Kreyu knows what she wants from him, and knows how to get it faster, by reaching for that spot on his shoulder - it elicits a growl from his throat and he nips at her collarbone.

"My dragon is greedy," he mutters playfully. "Wants me hard so she can drive herself onto my cock, my fingers not enough for her. We will have to check..."

He is already hard enough and ready for her, if she is ready enough for him - which based on how his fingers feel inside of her body, she is - so he brings his mouth up to catch her mouth in a kiss. A lingering, deep, full of want and desire kind of kiss - the kind that makes his heartbeat stutter a little in his chest.

"Think we're getting there."

"So very greedy," she answers, her voice breathy after he's growled and nipped at her collarbone. "Greedy for all of you, Skellig."

She meets his kiss, matches his want and desire, and her own heart stutters a little in her chest.

"Getting there," she agrees. "The Queen would like to ride her King, drive herself onto his cock." The hand that was in his feathers moves down his body and around, seeks his cock to stroke it, tease it.

"The Queen will be pleased to find she has been quite inspiring," Skellig groans happily as she wraps her fingers around his cock, lightly thrusting himself towards her hand and her touch. "Hardly took any effort at all to get myself ready for you."

A smirk.

"Perhaps it is my jealousy inspiring my desire to perform," he adds, squirming. "I am also greedy."

"I'm more than happy to give my husband all that he desires." She uses her hand to help herself onto him, slowly. She sinks down onto him, inch by inch.

"Warm and firm, and you fill me up just right," she gasps as she nears taking him in completely. She wiggles her hips a little as she's finally 'seated', playful.

"How do I feel around your cock, my King? Is my cunt satisfactory?" she teases.

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Skellig allows his body to drop back slightly towards the cushions beneath them as she 'settles' herself, pulling in a deep breath as she wiggles her hips - his mind flashes to the images of her dancing for him, watching her move around the room in the space.

"Very much so," he exhales, voice thick with contentment. "So very good."

He allows his hips to shift beneath her bodyweight, his wings flaring out - but careful to keep them within the circle's constraints, even if this is just 'practice', he still wants to do it somewhat correctly. Glancing up at her, he grins widely. "Now...I believe I am supposed to bring you to come on my cock, make sure you are well-prepared for the next field?"

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"Indeed you are, and come yourself, of course."

Luckily, Kreyu drew the circle quite large, so he doesn't have to worry too much about the wings. She rocks her hips a bit, then starts to rise up off of him, slowly. "I would ride you until we both come, find our release."

He allows his feet to slide a bit against the floor, bracing himself to work in connection with the 'ground' (imagining the earth between his toes, his soles pressing into the tilled soil) and her movements.

"I do not expect that to be tough," he admits as he brings his hands up to settle at her waist. "Given that you have already blown my mind once (twice?) today, and this is a bonus..."

He is a very lucky King, indeed!

She laughs, low, slightly wicked. "My pleasure, I assure you."

She starts to ride him a little faster, getting into the rhythm of it. Part of her thinks she can almost smell the soil that 'should' be beneath them, feel the sun on her back.

"Thought about tying you up like I did last night sometime, then put on that dress with all the beads and dance for you."

She rides him harder. "Wondered if that would make you come for me, untouched."

The sound that he lets slip from his mouth - a sharp exhalation that is nearly a squeak, a whine, and a shout rolled into one - when he pictures that should be evidence enough.

"Would keep me from touching you before you'd finished the dance, for once," he says - voice breaking a little, rough with want. "Gods, love, if you did that, you might have to ensure that spell to keep me upright was well-placed, because I would not be able to stand for long watching you with how hard I would come."

Laughing. "Would make a hell of a mess, but I'm sure you'd help me clean up."

She laughs. "Such a mess, but you'd be beautiful, exquisite, getting so worked up, coming for me," she growls, She shivers at the mental image.

"Might need you to feast upon me, after that. You wouldn't need to be able to stand for me to ride your face."

She's riding him quickly now, a steady roll of her hips as she rises and falls. "Ride your face just like this."

His capacity for speech is quickly diminishing, as she increases her rhythm and the pace which she is dictating (he is matching her with his own motion, certainly not just playing the 'passive' role entirely) builds. But there are still some words he can manage.

"Would gladly feast upon you," he moans softly. "However you would give yourself to me. Any manner is a pleasure."

If she's riding his face or if he has her flipped onto her back and he's allowing her to 'relax' with him in control, it makes no difference to him. "Whatever you would want." He is getting closer now, skin warm (but there is no sun here to warm it, just lamps and flame?) and senses clear, energy weaving throughout the space.

"You, I want you," she gasps, her own capacity for words fleeing. The energy weaving through the space expands and expands as they close in on their release, then contracts as they fall over the edge together, ecstatic cries mingling.

She'll get around to preparing the Rod of the Sun in a minute, just needs to catch her breath.

Even though they are not outside upon the freshly-turned soil, Skellig could swear he can smell the earth within the room around them, feel the texture of it beneath his hands and feet.

With the ley lines running through the Lair, his senses are heightened, so perhaps that is why everything is so vivid, so vibrant.

"Will never get tired of that," he mutters, slightly drowsy - it's the heavy intake of energy in his system creeping into his voice. Allowing his body to relax further into the cushions beneath her weight. "Hearing you cry out like that, just raw Light and Karma...floods everything inside me, makes me feel so good."

She kisses him, soft. "Glad it makes you feel good," she whispers.

"For a PROPER test, I should start the whole circle up again, and the spell, then use the Rod. But that will take an hour at least, and I'd rather try the Rod for the first time when I'm already relaxed from an orgasm and you've worked me into a second frenzy."

She nuzzles his neck, catches her breath.

Stroking her hair, he allows his fingers to slip through the strands, working to avoid any tangles they've created.

"I just need a moment to get my wits back," he says softly. "Then I will be more than eager to help you with it." Smirking slightly, she can't see it but she'll be able to hear it in his voice. "However you'd prefer me to cause that frenzy."

She chuckles. "I've liked every way you've driven me to a frenzy," she murmurs against his skin. "But I can't stop thinking about your mouth on me."

She kisses his neck. "My own fault, for thinking of tormenting you with dancing in that dress while you were tied up, then riding your mouth."

"You in that dress is dangerous, in all the best ways."

Skellig exhales heavily and uses his hands to slide down her sides, over her ribs and belly, her waist, and her hips. "I don't know how I will be able to resist it. Just the thought of you wearing it brings my cock to life," he admits - though without any shame in his voice. "And then if I am kept from touching you...the temptation will drive me wild."

(Even thinking about it now, he can feel heat in his groin, blood rushing through his body ever so slightly.)

She laughs, low, then moans softly at the feel of his hands.

"Could be tricky, since that's the dress I wear when I'm being all...official in these lands."

She smirks against his skin. "I don't think you would want to be away from my side for long, but I doubt you want to come in public either."

"We will have to ensure I am very worn out, before we step into view of the public." His hands slide a little lower, settling at her lower back, where he starts to trace teasing patterns along the edge of her spine. "Might even have to beg you to fuck me twice."

After he pauses a moment, he considers something.

"What exactly do you do to be...official?"

His hands don't stop their motions, and might even wander lower to cup her ass.

"Hm, wouldn't mind that at all," she quips. "Or I could tie you up, dance for you and have you come and come again until you're too tired to rise," she teases.

"Mostly, putting in an appearance at the festivals in our honor, though sometime our advice or presence is requested at negotiations or to sort out vexing political or social issues." She presses her body into his touch, enjoying it.

"You do that, I might be too tired to walk beside you, let alone get my cock up."

He keeps his touches light, teasing, but at the same time he is listening to what her body is telling him, shifting beneath her slightly to let her rub against him as he touches her.

"Do you all go together? Or does it depend on the festival?"

"I would happily carry you," she teases.

"It depends. Revenin is a grudging guest at any festival, he never stays long. Fighting or defending, he likes, so that's when he's around most."

She does rub against him, enjoying how it makes her feel. "We try and show up at least once every few years, Elihu and I."

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