brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Seven

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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"Well, the next time I do it will be buried inside you," he says, matter-of-factly. "Hopefully while bringing you to come alongside me, if I can coax you off the edge."

Which he intends to start trying to do, just now. He teasingly leans closer to her, allows his cock to brush against her ass - but with his hands instead he reaches up to begin tracing letters down along the center of her back, following her spine.

(It is his name spelled out. That much he knows how to write.)

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"I like the sound of that plan," she purrs.

She rubs her ass against his cock, hopefully teasing HIM a little. She can tell that he's drawing letters, but she doesn't recognize the alphabet. "Not a language I know," she tells him. "Would you tell me what it means?"

It feels good, his fingers 'drawing' letters along the center of her back, and she makes little noises of pleasure as he 'writes'.

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"It is my name," he says, tracing the letters over again as he restarts from the top.

S K E L L I G

"It is one of the few things I know how to write." Another word: L O V E "And that is 'love'," he adds once he finishes, with a bit of a flourish - and he allows his hand to trail to her lower back, his cock twitching against her flesh with the way she rubs against him.

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She smiles. "I will try to remember those," she promises. "And I can teach you how to write, let you practice on my skin with your hands or ink."

She grins wickedly as she feels his cock twitch. "I think your cock wants to be buried inside of me right now," she purrs.

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"It does."

K R E Y U is written a bit slower across her hips, hesitating slightly - as it is something he is less familiar with but the letters are pieced together easily enough. "That is your name, Kreyu. I would write them for you sometime on paper. We could both practice."

Then his fingers slide further 'south', reaching between her legs to seek out her arousal. "Is your cunt ready for my cock to be buried inside of it, that is the true question..."

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"I'd like that," she says, sincere, about practicing the writing. NERD.

She moans as his fingers seek out her arousal. She's wet, but perhaps not QUITE wet enough after the mishap with the Rod of the Sun. "It will be, if you rub me a bit with your fingers and your cock."

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Guiding his cock to settle in the curve of her ass, he does just that - rubbing gently as she pushes back against him, adding a second finger to seek out the sensitive spots inside of her that he knows drive her towards ecstasy. He would not want to push her completely over the edge just yet, but close to it would be acceptable.

"Definitely a different angle," he muses to himself, allowing his other hand to grasp her hip, his wings to mantle higher and over the both of them, not fully wrapping closed but more of a 'dominant' position.

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"Oh, that's just right" she moans as he finds a 'good' spot inside of her and strokes it. The feeling of him rubbing up against her is good too, especially since she knows it feels good to him.

"Good angle?" she asks, when he muses aloud. The shadow of his wings over her is a little thrill, that he's confident enough to be more dominant here.

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"Very good," he says softly. "I mean to be fair, I would gladly take you any way you would choose to give yourself over to me..."

For as cocky and brash as he can be at times, dominance is NOT one of Skellig's character traits. But most of that bravado comes from a sense of inadequacy, an underlying fear of being attacked, chastised, put down . Here he does not have that to worry about, because not only with Kreyu is he safe, but within this universe he is also treated as an equal - and by others, as more than such. So his confidence has improved.

"...but this feels quite pleasant."

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She would be so very glad that he feels safe, feels confident. "Would have you any way you wanted me to have you," she replies, voice low and breathy.

She moans and whines in pleasure as his fingers thrust inside of her and rub and his cock rubs against her ass.
It feels good, so good, but she needs more. "Please, please fuck me, Skellig," she begs. "Need you inside of me."

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To his credit, Skellig does not falter much when she begs for him to fuck her. Keyword: much.

Only briefly does his attention break from what his hands are doing to her to shift his focus to the sudden rush of blood and heat that drops into his groin, his heart stutter-stepping in his chest for a beat, then another as his brain rests and his mind pays attention to just what she is asking of him.

With a firm shake of his head and a throaty laugh, he leans down and presses his lips against the side of her neck as he reaches for his cock with his hand, guiding himself into her without any hesitation.

"My dragon queen," he growls softly. "All mine, for the taking."

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"Like your mouth on my neck," she tells him.

She moans, low, loud, as he slides inside of her. He feels bigger from this angle, but it's not painful. In fact, it feels very good.

"My owl king," she growls softly back. "All of you mine to claim." She pushes back against his body, driving his cock just that little bit deeper inside of her. "Perhaps I'll claim you later, once you've had your fill of taking me, hm?"

She chuckles wickedly. "Maybe tie you to the bed and dance for you."

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"Would drive me wild, to watch you dance while tied up, my hands bound tight. Want so badly to touch you when you move your body like that," he mutters, nipping again at her neck - never hard enough to mar her skin with a bruise, but a faint red mark that will fade after a few hours may appear from time to time. "Makes my cock twitch, when you dance for me."

His body responds to hers, matching the rhythm she wants from him with the tempo he desires to claim her with - steady, driving, just a hint of teasing, she could have more from him if she begs for it.

"Your king," he continues. "Would worship you as long as you'd like. In whatever...whatever manner you'd please."

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She gasps in pleasure and surprise when he nips like that. "Want to watch it drive you wild," she confesses. "See you come apart for me."

She might want more in a bit, but for right now the pace is very good.

She shivers in pleasure, in want, when he says he would worship her as long as she'd like. "My king," she purrs. "I, I am worthy of that kind of worship from you."

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"You are worthy of more than I can give you," he says - but there is no disappointment or sadness in his words, because he knows in his soul that she is truly satisfied by the ways he brings her to pleasure. (And he trusts that if she was truly wanting, she would speak up and tell him!) "But I feel as if I have at least managed a decent job of worshipping my queen, so far..."

That last bit is teasing, as he wraps an arm around her midsection and allows his fingertips to splay across her ribcage, seeking out sensitive spots on her belly and her breasts with his touch.

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"Nonsense," she snorts when he says she's worthy of more than he can give her.

"MOST excellent," she gasps, as his fingers find that spot on her ribcage that makes her breath catch, toy with her nipples, as he thrusts in and out of her.

She moans as his fingers drag across her stomach, tease. Words are getting harder, now. "More, please," she begs.

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Begging like that will definitely get her what she wants from him - she's difficult for him to resist at any normal time, so when she moans and shifts her body against his in such a manner, it becomes damn near impossible.

"Gladly, my love." He nips again at her neck and increases his tempo, working both of them towards another round of release. "Feels so good, you around me like this," he groans softly against her skin, his own words faltering and falling a bit out of order as his voice wavers. "Very lucky, your king is."

Even with the benefit of the spell to help with his stamina, he cannot last indefinitely moving in the way they are, his body in time and in tune with hers - and as much as he'd prefer to make her come for him first, sometimes it is just not possible to hold off, as it is in this case - his climax gripping hold of him slightly unexpectedly, as he cries her name loudly at the ceiling, erasing those earlier echoes.

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Kreyu follows him moments later with a breathless cry.

She collapses onto the cushions, spent, muscles aching a bit, but not in a bad way. She makes a cutting gesture toward the edge of their circle with her hand, and the remnants of the spell part and dissipate.

She turns over, reaches out for him to cuddle right where they are. Without the 'boost' of the ritual, Skellig should find his recovery time is back to normal.

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After she collapses, he flops over on his back - managing somehow to tuck his wings enough that they won't cause discomfort for him to lay on them - and pants softly as she works to 'cut' the spell off. His skin is sticky with sweat, and he is completely and utterly exhausted, in a good way.

(A very good way, based on the pleased expression on his face as she turns over and reaches out for him, pulling her closer to cuddle.)

"C'mere, dragon," he drawls playfully, stretching his legs out and adjusting their bodies to settle into the cushions. "Lemme hold you."

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She laughs, low. "Always, love," she says as she snuggles into him. She gives a contented sigh, brown bleeding into the violet of her eyes.

"Was good, but I missed seeing your face, seeing YOU," she murmurs.

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"Agreed," he reaches up and strokes his fingers through her hair.

"Once we remember how t'move, you'll have plenty of opportunity to see me once you've tied me to the bed." A smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth. "A 'captive' audience."

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She sighs in pleasure at his touch, reaches for his hair with her fingers.

She breaks into a giggling fit at his joke. "Captive indeed," she eventually manages. "Though an audience that chooses to be my captive, to be mine."

Her expression turns more serious, but warm and gentle. "It amazes me, sometimes, that you choose me over and over again."

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"I know sometimes you may feel as if it was the Fates which led me to your path, the day I stumbled into the desert," he says quietly. "And it may have been, I do not know."

Skellig tips his head slightly to her hand, giving her better access to his hair - which is quite a ruffled mess, but that is the way she likes it best.

"But it was of my own volition that I did not flee. It was by my free will that I decided to stay, it was my choice that I would eagerly be claimed by you as your husband, my desire to gladly claim you as my wife."

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"That does not make it any less amazing, or wondrous," she tells him, voice soft. Her fingers run through his hair. "Might make it a greater wonder, in truth. No grand design, no path set by some higher power, only the choices of two hearts."

Her lips quirk in a grin, and she kisses him on the lips, soft. "Two very unique hearts, lost and lonely."

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"They were lost and lonely, those two very unique hearts," he agrees. "But now they are neither, for they have found their mate."

He returns the kiss gently, nuzzles her a bit.

"I would make the same choice over and over and over, if needed. You are the one I will always choose to hold my heart in your hands."