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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[brave_kreyu]

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!

[brave_kreyu]

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...

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

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!

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[brave_kreyu]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

"So are you," she replies, grinning ear to ear. "My magnificent husband."

Her hands stroke across his back.

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He grunts happily as she touches him, and eventually settles them back down into bed where she can lay sprawled atop him (like the treasure that she would claim him as) and her hoard he knows is beneath this mattress and these cushions.

"Not quite the same as before," he comments idly. "But still very fun."

[brave_kreyu]

"Very fun," she murmurs as she sprawls all over him. "Though I may just fall asleep right here."

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He slings an arm around her body, tucking it beneath her wings, allowing his fingertips to lightly press against her feathers.

"It is my favorite way to find rest," Skellig admits, voice already a bit thick with the threat of sleep. "Your body sprawled atop mine."

She is the BEST security blanket.

Tomorrow they will deal with the White Death, and shop. But tonight is for rest and recovery, which will come with much-needed sleep for the both of them.