OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Seven

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It turns out that 'guarding the lair' involves more than just staying in one place. Kreyu has a goal today of scouting outside their borders, looking for possible trouble.

Given that Skellig can't speak the local language, yet, they're not trying to pass as locals. Skellig is just wearing a kilt as they stalk through the forest.

The wilderness is truly wild here, only barely touched by humans. Beasts of all kinds live in these woods, wolves, deer, boars, birds, rabbits, and more.

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"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."

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"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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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.

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"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.

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"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?"

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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."

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"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..."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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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She shifts her body farther down so that she's straddling his legs and farther away from more sensitive places.

Her fingers go to her wings, harvest a little preening oil. She strokes her clit with oil slick fingers, rubs in ways she knows will raise her arousal. "Works better when I imagine it's you touching me," she tells him, voice rough.

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Skellig literally growls under his breath as he exhales, because words are Not Working Anymore as he watches her. It has been a VERY long day, and even with the addition of her preening oils on his cock - probably the only reason he HASN'T already come - he is desperate.

Desperate for his release, desperate to have his hands on her, his own fingertips teasing her clit, fingers buried in her arousal as she thrusts against him. Desperate. Just plain desperate.

His breathing has slowed from a rapid pant, but it is still quite shaky as he watches her touch herself.

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Some bit of his desperation must come through because her breath hitches. "Can ride you another time," she pants. She moves back toward his lap, eyes dark.

"Need your hands on me, my hands on you." Her first stroke of his cock is light, almost not there at all.

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To his credit, by the time she ends up back on his lap with her hand on his cock, he has managed to regain some level of control, that allows him to keep from climaxing the moment she brushes her fingers along his length.

"Warm up."

He slips his hand between her legs, allowing his thumb to find her clit and his fingers to slide inside of her cunt, still slow and careful but clearly they are both wanting each other badly...

"Ride me later. You," he presses his mouth firmly against hers, kissing her hard, allowing the feelings of earlier (self-disgust, hatred, anger) to fade away and those echoes to disappear, replaced by his deep desire and love for her, her love for HIM, she wants HIM and she does not think he is a freak. "You, now."

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She moans when he slides his fingers inside of her, thumbs her clit. "Yes, please." She rocks against his fingers ever so slightly.

She does love him, want him, so much. (And if that so called man were anywhere near here she'd have left him bleeding in the street for what he did to Skellig.) She meets his kiss with her all her love, her desire, and her want. Her hands wrap around his sides, strokes of his skin only somewhat coordinated.

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Coordination isn't required, when they are both making each other feel this good with mutual pleasure. They can be a little out of sync, a bit haphazard - it is still quite enjoyable and fun to be spontaneous, to have to adjust on the fly to what the other person is doing.

Skellig KNOWS what she would do to anyone who would dare harm him, physically or emotionally. He is grateful for it, that feeling of security and protection a huge turn-on. She is HIS dragon, and people had best take notice!

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Skellig is curling his fingers in just the right way to hit spots inside of her that send sparks down her spine. She whines in want, hips rocking against his hand.

Kissing, caressing, his clever hands, are winding her desire tight.

"Wet, wet enough," she gasps. To ride him, unless he wants to make her come with his fingers first.

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"C'mere," he coaxes her eagerly - gathering more self-control from SOMEWHERE (he will pay later for draining his reserves) but what they are doing to each other currently is generating more than a enough Light to make up for it once he finds his release.

It is certainly not the most graceful either of them have ever been with each other, but this is not a concern right now. He wants her, wants her to ride him, fuck him with pure lust and passion and want. They can have grace and elegance and teasing buildups later.

"Loved. So loved."

How exactly it all unfolds doesn't truly matter; she is already straddling his lap so it is easy enough to shift her closer to him, let her sink down on his cock, his breath catching sharply in his lungs when he feels her wrapped around him.

"Loved by my dragon."

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He's not the only one whose breath catches when she sinks down onto his cock. If she had the wit to spare, she'd make a quip about being thoroughly speared by the god of the hunt. But she's past that now, running on primal lust, passion, want.

"Yours," she gasps, heart racing. She kisses him, fierce, possessive. "Mine," she growls, violet bleeding into her eyes. He wants her to ride him, fuck him, and she's going to do exactly that. She rises off of him, plunges back down, rolling her hips. She's careful not to hurt him, but she rides him hard, fast, chasing her pleasure.

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With the violet in her eyes, Skellig could honestly care less if she were to hurt him - he knows she would not do it intentionally - but also knows she would feel terrible, even if she could heal him after they were spent in the pursuit of her pleasure.

(In the back of his mind, he KNOWS that is not the mindset that he should be carrying for their relationship and their sex life, but logic and reason are not at the forefront of thought right now!)

Even with the addition of her preening oils to help with his stamina, he will not last long with her moving like this, with the sounds of their delight and pleasure echoing off of the walls (constantly repairing the cracks and dents left by so many years of her disappointment and anger with herself, he is determined to erase those) sending shivers of arousal down his spine and heat straight to his cock. Tension coiling tighter and tighter in his groin, until it snaps and he unravels underneath her, gasping loudly as he buries his face in the curve of her neck, hands grasping at her body for purchase wherever he can reach.

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They can work on that mindset later.

She would be touched, knowing that he is so determined to erase the cracks and dents left by her past disappointment and anger. His ecstasy, his release, drives her so close to edge that she can TASTE it. Only a few more strokes of her fingers on her clit as she keeps riding him send her after him.

She clings to him, sticky with sweat, flushed with afterglow. She has the BEST husband, yes she does!

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His entire body is surging with energy from their afterglow; his hair is a complete wreck with sweat and static, his feathers definitely strewn across the bed along with several of hers - and he could care less, as he laughs breathlessly against her skin.

"You...you."

A sloppy kiss to her shoulder, then another. He is grinning ear to ear, a little feral and wild even if she can't fully see it.

"Are magnificent."