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]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs. "Of course, and I will need to keep mine up as well."

She strokes his cock gently. "It is a fair likeness," she tells him, playful, eyes glinting wickedly. "Especially considering the maker had never seen the original. Making a mold of an erection is quite tricky, she told me. Sometimes the model can not get hard at all, but even if they can they tend to....wilt before the plaster has set."

[27_53]

Based on her description of the crafting process...Skellig has several questions that spring quickly to his mind. His head tilts curiously, bird-like.

"I do not remember a mold being taken," he mutters quietly. "Unless you perhaps...brought me...no, I could not have been sleeping, I would not have slept through your touch. But then how...?"

[brave_kreyu]

"They made a model in wood based on my descriptions of your cock, then made a mold of that," she explains. "Much easier, and what they do most of the time."

"I would not have tried to take a mold of any part of you without telling you, love," Her strokes are getting just a little bit firmer on his cock.

[27_53]

"I did not think you would have, or that I would not have noticed, but I just...did not think of how else you might have managed it."

With her firmer strokes and the thought of her describing his cock to another craftsperson, ensuring that the details were just right...he pulls in a little bit of a shaking breath, squirms beneath her touch in the water.

(Her touches are intoxicating, and the heat of the spring soothing to his tired muscles - what should be relaxing is well on the way to it, and what should not be relaxing is also responding as desired.)

[brave_kreyu]

"Are your muscles relaxed enough to get out of the water? Or should I lighten my strokes a little, give you a little longer before you are ready for my mouth?"

[27_53]

"I think I would like to kiss you for a few moments," he says. "Before your mouth is otherwise...occupied with other tasks."

[brave_kreyu]

"Of course."

She shifts her position, climbs into his lap carefully. Then, she leans forward, kisses him deeply, wraps her arms around him.

[27_53]

Having her in his lap with her arms around him is exactly what he wanted and needed, her mouth on his welcomed eagerly. Even though the stresses of the day have been much less than other skirmishes they have been involved in, having her mouth on his still is a balm to his skittish nerves.

(She is unharmed, she is here with him, she is giving him great pleasure - all things he needs right now in this moment.)

Once they have kissed for several moments and they break for air, he leans his head back slightly and grins at her, smile a bit lopsided as it is when she makes him feel the way she does.

"I think I would have my cock down your throat whenever you would like it."

More kissing works as well, though.

[brave_kreyu]

She grins, climbs off his lap. "You'll need to sit on the very edge of the pool, as far forward as you can."

That SHOULD work, she hopes.

[27_53]

With his wings a bit wet, getting them shook off once he's out of the pool is a priority - but then he settles at the edge, just barely perched (he's cheating for an assist with his balance, taking some of his weight off his body) seated with his feet back against the 'wall' of the pool. There is plenty of room for her between his legs, and she should be able to get the angle relatively close.

And she is a sight floating and waiting for him to get situated, once that causes his pulse to quicken even more - which she'll notice.

"This good enough?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Perfect," she purrs as she slips between his legs. He is a sight too, all ready and waiting for her.

She licks the head of his cock for a moment, then takes him into her mouth. It's much easier this time, no false starts as his cock slides down her throat. Her eyes are turning violet as her chin presses against his balls, her gaze on his face.

In the spirit of experimentation, she wraps her lips as tight as she can around the base of his cock and SUCKS while he's fully down her throat.

[27_53]

It is a very good thing that there are no humans within any reasonable earshot of this hot spring, because whatever noises are not drowned out by the distant ocean are carried and echo throughout the trees as she takes him into her mouth and throat - groans of pleasure and her name moaned loudly as he tips his head back, pulling in a deep breath.

With her eyes turning violet, he doesn't know how long he will last. He is going to try for longer this time...

And then she sucks, and he lets loose with several expletives, in several different tongues. Begs her by name, repeatedly, begging her for more of that, because it is good and perfect and everything he can think of to utter.

He is not close to coming yet, won't be for awhile - if he can survive otherwise, this will be even more mindblowing than the last session. He weaves one hand into her hair, not holding her in place but simply holding her, needing the connection to ground himself.

[brave_kreyu]

Oh, she likes his responses, very much. His begging her for more makes her ache with want, his hand in her hair makes her heart race. She sucks a little longer, but then she has to breathe. She pulls back, lets him slide out of her throat. One deep inhale, two deep inhales, then she takes him all the way in again.

This time she hums as she sucks at the base of his cock, giving him just that little bit more...

[27_53]

So close, so very close to slipping off the edge and losing control, but he is fighting against his release with every ounce of his energy, wanting to savor every piece of stimuli that she is introducing to this exercise.

But then she's humming and it's too much to handle. His fingers tighten slightly in her hair and that is all the 'warning' he manages before he gently presses his hips towards her mouth and comes, this time shouting her name - Kreyu - in ecstasy to the skies and trees above.

(Spots do threaten around the edges of his vision as they did the time before when things went a little too intense, but he does not feel himself getting lose this time - he has her Karma woven within him and the threads are an easy thing for his mind to cling to, keep him from wandering.)

[brave_kreyu]

She works him through his release, then lets him slip from her mouth. "Easy love," she murmurs. She climbs out of the water, carefully straddles his lap, and kisses him softly.

[27_53]

Kissing helps - kissing keeps him centered, keeps his mind focused just enough - but his responses are delayed and a little weak, as he pants against her mouth between kisses.

"Is good. So good. Can't...want t'last longer but can't...can't hold on when s'good..."

He's rambling and he knows it, but he can't seem to find the 'off' switch for his mouth unless she's kissing him, and when she's kissing him he is still struggling a bit to catch his breath.

[brave_kreyu]

"That's alright," she murmurs. "It may be a matter of practice, of getting your body used to such intensity."

[27_53]

"Practice...we will practice..."

Laughing under his breath, he exhales weakly and rests his head against her shoulder.

"Don't like leavin' you wanting, my love," he mutters softly against her skin "Can try...but don't know if I'll be any good."

[brave_kreyu]

She runs her hands through his hair. "Just for a little while, darling. We'll head home, get a good meal in us, and you can help me practice the ritual with the Rod of the Sun."

"I might need a lot of practice," she teases.

[27_53]

"I remember now," he nods weakly, presses his lips against her neck. "We had a plan. Is a good plan. I will assist...gladly."

After another few moments of sitting, he feels he is likely good enough to stand up - a quick 'rinse' in the spring once she has climbed off of his lap, and he shakes his wings out once more before going looking for their bag, his kilt and her dress.

"Would you prefer to fly back in dragon form? I am unsure the distance to the Lair, exactly," he asks, as he looks at her dress, and then at her. "My mind hardly knows which way is North, at the moment."