OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Seven

[brave_kreyu]

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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[27_53]

"Better rested," he sighs, content. "I did not mean to drift off, but with the sun and the sound of the waves, this rock..."

He is certain she will understand. He stretches his body and cringes slightly at the soreness that pulls at his muscles - though at least the pain in his groin from falling off the horse has mostly eased - and grunts.

"I think the only creature I would like to ride in the future is you," he drawls.

[brave_kreyu]

That makes her laugh out loud. "I understand the feeling, I am a bit sore myself."

She grins, impish. "I believe I also desire to ride no other creature than you, if I can avoid it.

She stretches. "I thought about last night, when you mentioned someone bound to an altar and devoured in a single bite," she confesses.

[27_53]

Slightly smug, he drops his voice tone a bit lower.

"I have not stopped thinking about last night since I woke up this morning," he admits, as he moves to shift his body upon the rock and settle himself closer to her, his wing feathers brushing against hers.

(The idea that he does not have to HIDE himself out in the open is still foreign and strange for some reason.)

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu is clearly quite pleased with herself at his admission. She shifts ever so slightly closer to him.

"Shall I tie you to our bed tonight, see if I can swallow your sword more than once?" she asks, tone only slightly teasing.

[27_53]

"If I have recovered sufficiently by the time we return to our Lair, then I may be able to be persuaded to attempt such a feat."

The question will be if he has recovered.

He glances over at her playfully. "You are quite inspiring as an aid to my recovery efforts, you should know."

[brave_kreyu]

"I am glad to hear that," she replies, playful. "If you haven't recovered, I could always try out the Rod of the Sun, will need to do that at some point in any case."

She stretches, stands. "I'm sure you'd be a great help in figuring out how to best use such a tool."

[27_53]

"I would be most willing to help in that regard," he says - moving just a little too quickly to make an effort to stand up, where every muscle in his body reminds him that not only did he just ride his first horse ever but he also got thrown off it and then fell asleep on a rock.

Skellig reaches an arm out and grips her shoulder to steady himself, as his legs do not wish to cooperate just yet. He can sense her concern flare, and he shakes his head.

"Just need t'soak. Not hurt."

[brave_kreyu]

"I can carry you to the soaking pool from here," she assures him. "It's just in there a little ways," she points toward the forest.

"Unless you feel that would make the stiffness worse?" She doesn't think it would wound his pride for her to carry him, but that is also a consideration.

[27_53]

It would not wound his pride outright - after all, he knows she is much stronger than he is, and she's carried him easily before when he was injured far worse than just residual soreness from his first time on horseback. But he shakes his head.

"I think walking would ease it a little, honestly, but I would use your arm to hold my balance."

He laughs hoarsely at himself as he gathers up their bag and they set off across the sand. His gait does improve slightly once he 'reminds' his legs of how they should function. "I do not hurt, but I feel as if I have just...climbed a mountain with no experience. This is ridiculous."

[brave_kreyu]

She does offer her arm, keeps pace with him. "I also felt very odd, the first time I got off of a horse after riding one. Muscles being used in new ways is...unpleasant."

As promised, the hot spring is not all that far. Kreyu helps him into a relatively shallow spot where they can sit and soak. "Ahhh, much better."

[27_53]

"Much better," he agrees - sinking down as far as he can stand to do so in the spring, not giving a damn if his wings get wet and need preened after. They will survive, and he will manage.

After a moment of soaking in silence, he huffs under his breath.

"If we should ever have to ride again, I think I would prefer something more...supportive, to wear."

If she gets his 'hint', she may understand why he was walking with such difficulty.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu grimaces. "No wonder you were having so much trouble walking." It seems terribly detrimental to humans to be burdened with such sensitive body parts in such an exposed position!

"Do you think it would help if I rubbed the muscles in that area?"

[27_53]

"The tops of my thighs feel as if they are quite tight," he admits. "That is where most of my soreness is held, that and my stomach."

For as good of shape as Skellig has naturally been in, there are still areas that will continue to gain muscle and definition the longer he stays here in this world with her (which he intends to do so) and works. Especially come time for planting and harvest, when they eventually return to their village.

"Once we have both soaked a while, I would likely benefit from your touch, yes."

[brave_kreyu]

She moves to sit next to him. "We shall soak a while, then, and I will attempt to help your soreness in a bit."


After he's soaked enough to loosen up a bit, Kreyu swims to a position in front of him, between his legs. "Does this help?" she asks, rubbing the tops of his thighs and his stomach.

[27_53]

His demeanor when she is working on the sore muscles of his thighs is relatively relaxed - after all, he does ache and what she is doing is easing some of that ache, which he is grateful for.

And then her hands make their way from his thighs to her stomach, he feels a definite pooling of heat in his gut where she's touching that is not related to the warmth of the hot spring's waters, a familiar ache that is all her doing.

(After all - he may not be entirely human, but his very attractive, very wet, very naked wife is floating between his legs and stroking her hands over some of his more sensitive areas of his skin. Even with his mind still being in 'recovery' mode after the mindblowing sex they enjoyed the night before...the body does what it wants.)

Skellig shudders hard as she smooths her fingertips over his abdominal muscles, nodding weakly. "Yeah," he mutters, voice a little raspy. "It does."

[brave_kreyu]

"Do you want me to stop?" she asks, voice soft. The body does what it wants indeed, as Kreyu knows.

[27_53]

"Please don't."

Skellig shakes his head in a firm side-to-side motion, a definite 'no' as he lightly bites his lower lip to regain some self-control.

"Because if you do, I'm just gonna picture myself tied to our bed with my cock down your throat for the entire trip back to the Lair...and that will be...difficult."

[brave_kreyu]

"That would be very difficult," Kreyu purrs, smug.

"How about I keep this up until your muscles stop hurting, then you move to sit on the edge of the pool and I have your cock down my throat right here?"

[27_53]

She has most definitely earned the right to be smug, with the way she is affecting him and the words are not cooperating from his mouth. Already she is working him into a frenzy, with just her hands on his skin.

"That sounds very good," he mutters, nodding rapidly. His heartrate has picked up, she'll be able to feel it in his energy beneath her touches, even as 'innocent' as they are. "Celebrate our victory in battle."

[brave_kreyu]

"The best kind of victory celebration," she agrees. She's seeking out places that ache, that are sore, rather than deliberate attempts at erotic touch, but the fact that her touch ALSO brings him pleasure is quite satisfying.

"Might need to rub you everywhere tonight with that aloe balm, or with oil to soften your skin after so much sun and sea spray," her tone is innocent, but her grin is not. "Rub you down until every bit of you is relaxed."

[27_53]

The thought of her rubbing him down with balm and/or oil everywhere causes him to shudder again, coaxing a soft whine of desire and want from his throat.

"I am very tense," he says. "And possibly burnt as well."

Is he working it a little? Yes. Does he care? Absolutely not.

"I will likely require a great deal of...effort to relax fully."

[brave_kreyu]

She knows he's working it a little, and she doesn't care. She grins at him. "My poor love and your delicate skin."

She keeps stroking his stomach, where he is still a little sore. "I will happily give you all the attention you need to relax, as many times as it takes."

"Then I'll have to take care of my own tension," she teases. "Rub myself down, maybe use the Rod of the Sun for harder to reach spots that need attention.

[27_53]

"I know I will never tan quite as well as you have," he says. "But I would like to eventually get to the point where I can simply exist in the sun without becoming cooked."

He glances down at his arms - which to his credit, have improved in color since his first arrival in the desert. Is he using this as a distraction, to calm himself a bit so he does not get too 'excited' before she has soothed his sore muscles? Possibly.

"Perhaps come planting season I will be closer to my goal."

Then his focus turns back to her, and her words, his eyes growing a little darker as he pictures just what that might exactly entail.

"We do still need to...practice that ritual."

[brave_kreyu]

She chuckles. "Most of my color has nothing to do with the sun, it is something this shape makes on its own."

"With luck, you will be. Careful sun exposure may be the key, before planting season."

"A great deal of practice," she says as she rubs his stomach. "Will need to test how far you can be from the Rod of the Sun as a participant, if you wish to help during the ritual." Her eyes darken a little as SHE imagines what that might entail. "After all, magically and symbolically, the Rod of the Sun will BE your cock"

"When we get home, perhaps? You will be in a recovery period after spending yourself down my throat in much the same way you would be after a round of the ritual."

[27_53]

"When we get home," he says, nodding in agreement. "And perhaps after dinner. I am going to need to keep my strength up, with the way you are continually working me over..."

He shifts his hands beneath the water to cover hers, shift them from his stomach to settle on his cock, arousal growing as he 'guides' her to gently stroke him.

"I do not believe I have ever had an effigy in my 'image' before," he whispers playfully. "This will be a first."