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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[brave_kreyu]

"Thank you," she says, pleased. She did put her dress back on, to help protect her skin against any hot splatters or sparks.

Once the flatbreads have cooked, kreyu spreads portions of the thickened vegetable and legume mixture on them, then tops them with cheese. It just takes a little time over the fire for the cheese to melt. The effect is a bit like a bunch of small pizzas.

"My first student, Kirke, taught me how to make these ages ago. Haven't made them in a long time. I'm glad I still remembered how."

[27_53]

"I imagine the toppings could be swapped easily for whatever is local or in season."

Skellig also has taken the time to prepare 'her' place at the table while she has been cooking for them - this he has at least the ability to figure out how to do. Once she is seating beside him with the food and her wine, he lifts his glass in a sort of toast to her.

"For righting wrongs, now and in the future."

Because he knows that they will deal with the slave traders at some point.

[brave_kreyu]

"They can be, yes," she replies.

"Thank you, love," she says as she sits down. "To righting wrongs," she says, returning his toast.

Kreyu hadn't realized just how HUNGRY she was until she starts to eat. "It was a disaster, the first time I made these," she recalls. "The fire was too hot, and everything wound up a blackened mess."

[27_53]

Skellig's focus as they start to eat is purely the food for a moment - but he is listening as she speaks and tells her story.

"I can cook...some things," he says, in between bites. "Meats, if I do not just have them raw. Vegetables on a flame." The crust of the 'pizza' crunches in his mouth - not burnt, just right - and he chews before speaking. "I would not have the slightest clue how to make a dough that cooperates."

[brave_kreyu]

"I would be glad to teach you," she tells him. "It is tricky, at first. Sometimes it can be stubborn even when you have had plenty of experience." Like the dough she made the other day.

Eventually, dinner and the clean up afterward is finished and she glances at him, flushes faintly. "Should I set up a kind of practice circle? It will let you feel if you are getting too far from the Rod of the Sun."

[27_53]

"I think that would work best," he says. "If it is to be set up on the floor, should I gather some of the pieces of the bed, to make it more comfortable for you? Or would you work on the bed itself?"

He would not mind to fetch some cushions and furs as well as silks, to ensure she is comfortable. But if the bed is an option...that could also work well.

"You will have to remind me of how this version of it should work. The scroll illustration was...distracting."

[brave_kreyu]

"The base of the Rod has to rest on the ground, but we can use pieces from the bed to make things more comfortable," she explains.

She blushes. "Yes, it was quite distracting. I can explain how it works as we set up."

It is, in essence, the same ritual, although the King's part is usually played by a facsimile rather than a person. "Though there's no reason you couldn't lay down as you would for the usual ritual. I would kiss you and we would begin to arouse one another."

She has left a space in the chalk circle she is drawing for Skellig to enter and leave the circle. "I THINK so long as you are touching me and the ground at the same time you will be able to stand and move however you like once we've started, but this test will let us know for sure."

She's blushing, which is ridiculous, when she takes the Rod of the Sun out of the bag it was packed in. It is heavy bronze, meant to be utilized with a wooden platform with a hole in it to hold the bronze member in the correct position. The likeness is quite good, all things considered.

"Let me see, this goes through here..." At least it assembles easily!

[27_53]

As he walks through the gap in the circle with an armful of things from the bed to arrange on the floor, she is unpacking the Rod of the Sun from the bag and it is...certainly impressive.

And very bronze.

Skellig glances at Kreyu, cautiously.

"I will...I will work to ensure you are well-prepared for this ritual," he promises seriously. "Very well prepared."

[brave_kreyu]

"The craftswoman gave me lubrication to apply to it, to help." The jar of lubricant is sitting near the rod of the Sun. "But I do suspect you will need to make sure I'm very well prepared."

She eyes the Rod. "It will be difficult to pretend it's your cock, but perhaps if you are touching me, kissing me, whispering naughty things in my ear, helping me ride it..."

[27_53]

"I suppose I could maybe even sit with it between my legs and still keep it on the ground, have you nearly in your normal position..."

He is still a little suspicious, but for the sake of the ritual (and the villagers) he is willing to try it. At least once. Inwardly, he is thinking about possible herbs they could mix up that might help with his recovery time, or spells for his stamina...

Since this is just the "practice" attempt, he does not feel bad about wandering over and putting his hand onto the Rod as she holds it. The likeness is...impressive.

"You did a fine job of describing me," he compliments her.

[brave_kreyu]

"I think that would help me, if we could manage it."

The spell itself might help him recover, as it's purpose IS fertility.

Kreyu is still a little flushed as he puts his hand on it. "I'm sure I was so very red as I was giving her the description," she confesses. "But I have been paying close attention, and she was quite good at prompting me for detailed information."

[27_53]

"I have been most grateful for your attention to detail," he comments. "Your efforts have not gone unnoticed."

Skellig leans in close, kisses her gently on the mouth as he reaches up to gently cup her face in his hand - allowing his forehead to rest against hers once he breaks the kiss to speak.

"I have never felt more cherished by another soul as I have felt in my time since I have arrived here. You make me feel as if I matter, Kreyu, and there are no words to truly describe just how good that makes me feel. The way you take note of things, pay attention to quirks and details, it...it has meant a great deal to me."

[brave_kreyu]

Her heart fills with warmth, with joy, at his words. "Oh, Skellig. You matter so very much."

She kisses him softly. "I should not have been the first to show you that, but I will not be the last either." Her confidence in that is absolute. She's certain he will make friends, given time, and Taweret is already quite fond of him.

"The way you cherish me, I have never felt so happy."

Her muscles twitch a little, as the open circle wants to be completed. She exhales sharply. "The spell is getting a bit impatient, do we have what we need?"

[27_53]

"I believe all we need is each other."

Skellig kisses her again quickly, as he can sense the 'edge' to her energy - and then moves to settle himself on the ground - with the cushions beneath him and lightly leaves his legs parted to allow for her to 'position' the Rod of the Sun between them, as close to his own anatomy as it will allow reasonably.

He knows the part of the spell he will have to play to start is easy enough - lie there, as she closes the circle and works to 'find' her husband...

[brave_kreyu]

He can feel a kind of pressure change against his skin as the circle closes. Her voice and the spell don't pull on him so strongly here, laying on stone instead of a planted field, but he can still feel it as he did before.

She touches him, as she did before, in all the places the King of the Gods was severed, and then the Breath of Life, the kiss. Warmth and life flood back into him, but he might sense something else he couldn't the last time. He was 'fresh' when he laid with her before, had not spent himself recently. His previous experience suggests that he shouldn't be capable of getting hard again right now, but he can FEEL his cock start to respond to her body pressed against him, her mouth on his.

[27_53]

He is unsure if it is perhaps the additional Karma in this space (but it shouldn't be, with the way the spell works) within the stone walls of the Lair, but whatever forces or magic are at work...he is definitely responding to her touch, her kisses, her weight pressing against his.

This is different. Much different. Not unpleasant, but simply...a surprise.

Skellig groans softly against her mouth as she's kissing him, trying to somehow 'signal' to Kreyu that something is different this time, his arousal growing, his want and desire surging through his veins now that she has given him the Breath of Life again and washed away the cold from his veins.

[brave_kreyu]

She'll surely notice eventually, especially if his body keeps responding.

"My love, my king," she breathes against his lips. Her want and desire are surging too. She has as much of her body in contact with him as she can right now, and her hands are everywhere. She kisses him deeply, thoroughly. "Going to make you so very warm," she assures him when she has to breathe. "Chase the chill away."

[27_53]

"You are doing just that," he pants, laughing under his breath a little as she squirms her body against his. And more that you have yet to realize, he thinks to himself (though does not 'share' the thought) as he returns the kiss.

Eventually he slips a hand between their bodies - the back of his knuckles graze the Rod as he moves to seek out her arousal, the chill of the bronze something they will have to address - and his own cock is already half-hard just from the way she is kissing him. This is certainly an interesting shift!

"I will make sure you are ready," he whispers against her lips, before working to start stroking his fingertips over her cunt, teasing softly. "Work you to the edge of your release before we must play with toys."

If they need them at all!

[brave_kreyu]

She shifts her weight as he strokes her cunt and she notices he's half hard as she moans in pleasure. "Half hard for me so soon," she gasps. "You could make me come on your cock, get me nice and loosened up, THEN prepare me for the toy while you're recovering from fucking me?"

It's an appealing fantasy.

[27_53]

The fantasy is an appealing one, and he knows she is still wanting from earlier, can feel the ache in her body as he touches her.

"You'd like that?" He 'asks', trying his best to keep a somewhat serious tone in his voice - she wants him to talk dirty to her, he'll certainly try - as he works to get her to moan again with just the touch of his hands. One hand stays focused on the efforts between her legs, teasing at her clit with a fingertip before he tempts her with just the hint of sliding them inside of her. The other hand shifts to her chest, fingers flicking lightly at a nipple, and he allows his mouth to fall to her throat. "Have me work you into a frenzy and then have you come on my cock?"

[brave_kreyu]

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?"

[27_53]

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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.