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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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."

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"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.

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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?"

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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?"

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

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"The Queen will be pleased to find she has been quite inspiring," Skellig groans happily as she wraps her fingers around his cock, lightly thrusting himself towards her hand and her touch. "Hardly took any effort at all to get myself ready for you."

A smirk.

"Perhaps it is my jealousy inspiring my desire to perform," he adds, squirming. "I am also greedy."

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"I'm more than happy to give my husband all that he desires." She uses her hand to help herself onto him, slowly. She sinks down onto him, inch by inch.

"Warm and firm, and you fill me up just right," she gasps as she nears taking him in completely. She wiggles her hips a little as she's finally 'seated', playful.

"How do I feel around your cock, my King? Is my cunt satisfactory?" she teases.

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Skellig allows his body to drop back slightly towards the cushions beneath them as she 'settles' herself, pulling in a deep breath as she wiggles her hips - his mind flashes to the images of her dancing for him, watching her move around the room in the space.

"Very much so," he exhales, voice thick with contentment. "So very good."

He allows his hips to shift beneath her bodyweight, his wings flaring out - but careful to keep them within the circle's constraints, even if this is just 'practice', he still wants to do it somewhat correctly. Glancing up at her, he grins widely. "Now...I believe I am supposed to bring you to come on my cock, make sure you are well-prepared for the next field?"

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"Indeed you are, and come yourself, of course."

Luckily, Kreyu drew the circle quite large, so he doesn't have to worry too much about the wings. She rocks her hips a bit, then starts to rise up off of him, slowly. "I would ride you until we both come, find our release."

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He allows his feet to slide a bit against the floor, bracing himself to work in connection with the 'ground' (imagining the earth between his toes, his soles pressing into the tilled soil) and her movements.

"I do not expect that to be tough," he admits as he brings his hands up to settle at her waist. "Given that you have already blown my mind once (twice?) today, and this is a bonus..."

He is a very lucky King, indeed!

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She laughs, low, slightly wicked. "My pleasure, I assure you."

She starts to ride him a little faster, getting into the rhythm of it. Part of her thinks she can almost smell the soil that 'should' be beneath them, feel the sun on her back.

"Thought about tying you up like I did last night sometime, then put on that dress with all the beads and dance for you."

She rides him harder. "Wondered if that would make you come for me, untouched."

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The sound that he lets slip from his mouth - a sharp exhalation that is nearly a squeak, a whine, and a shout rolled into one - when he pictures that should be evidence enough.

"Would keep me from touching you before you'd finished the dance, for once," he says - voice breaking a little, rough with want. "Gods, love, if you did that, you might have to ensure that spell to keep me upright was well-placed, because I would not be able to stand for long watching you with how hard I would come."

Laughing. "Would make a hell of a mess, but I'm sure you'd help me clean up."

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She laughs. "Such a mess, but you'd be beautiful, exquisite, getting so worked up, coming for me," she growls, She shivers at the mental image.

"Might need you to feast upon me, after that. You wouldn't need to be able to stand for me to ride your face."

She's riding him quickly now, a steady roll of her hips as she rises and falls. "Ride your face just like this."

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His capacity for speech is quickly diminishing, as she increases her rhythm and the pace which she is dictating (he is matching her with his own motion, certainly not just playing the 'passive' role entirely) builds. But there are still some words he can manage.

"Would gladly feast upon you," he moans softly. "However you would give yourself to me. Any manner is a pleasure."

If she's riding his face or if he has her flipped onto her back and he's allowing her to 'relax' with him in control, it makes no difference to him. "Whatever you would want." He is getting closer now, skin warm (but there is no sun here to warm it, just lamps and flame?) and senses clear, energy weaving throughout the space.

[brave_kreyu]

"You, I want you," she gasps, her own capacity for words fleeing. The energy weaving through the space expands and expands as they close in on their release, then contracts as they fall over the edge together, ecstatic cries mingling.

She'll get around to preparing the Rod of the Sun in a minute, just needs to catch her breath.

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Even though they are not outside upon the freshly-turned soil, Skellig could swear he can smell the earth within the room around them, feel the texture of it beneath his hands and feet.

With the ley lines running through the Lair, his senses are heightened, so perhaps that is why everything is so vivid, so vibrant.

"Will never get tired of that," he mutters, slightly drowsy - it's the heavy intake of energy in his system creeping into his voice. Allowing his body to relax further into the cushions beneath her weight. "Hearing you cry out like that, just raw Light and Karma...floods everything inside me, makes me feel so good."

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She kisses him, soft. "Glad it makes you feel good," she whispers.

"For a PROPER test, I should start the whole circle up again, and the spell, then use the Rod. But that will take an hour at least, and I'd rather try the Rod for the first time when I'm already relaxed from an orgasm and you've worked me into a second frenzy."

She nuzzles his neck, catches her breath.

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Stroking her hair, he allows his fingers to slip through the strands, working to avoid any tangles they've created.

"I just need a moment to get my wits back," he says softly. "Then I will be more than eager to help you with it." Smirking slightly, she can't see it but she'll be able to hear it in his voice. "However you'd prefer me to cause that frenzy."

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She chuckles. "I've liked every way you've driven me to a frenzy," she murmurs against his skin. "But I can't stop thinking about your mouth on me."

She kisses his neck. "My own fault, for thinking of tormenting you with dancing in that dress while you were tied up, then riding your mouth."

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"You in that dress is dangerous, in all the best ways."

Skellig exhales heavily and uses his hands to slide down her sides, over her ribs and belly, her waist, and her hips. "I don't know how I will be able to resist it. Just the thought of you wearing it brings my cock to life," he admits - though without any shame in his voice. "And then if I am kept from touching you...the temptation will drive me wild."

(Even thinking about it now, he can feel heat in his groin, blood rushing through his body ever so slightly.)