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]

She flushes quite red as she's resumed her normal complexion by now. "Yes. I do not feel worthy of being a goddess, but if I can use it to help those poor people, I feel I must."

"You don't have to go with me. I understand it's all a bit...much. Even if you can make people not notice you."

[27_53]

Skellig quickly shakes his head.

"No, I would go with you gladly, I would help in any way I could, I just..."

There is also a faint flush rising to his skin, his chest and cheeks taking on a reddish hue that is lesser than hers, but still noticeable. And it is not due to the thought of her in that beaded gown, appearing before her people.

"...Kreyu, if you are a Goddess...and I am your husband...what does that make me?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Whatever you want it to make you, Skellig," she says, voice soft. "They don't know for certain that you exist, not yet. They need never know, though keeping them ignorant of your existence may prove more difficult as the decades go by."

[27_53]

For a long moment, he is silent, his mind clearly deep in thought as he considers what exactly he is feeling as this revelation sinks into his mind, as it becomes reality. He steps closer to her, his body facing hers.

"My entire existence I have been relegated to the shadows," he says quietly. "Simply for who I am as a being. And that is not to say it has been completely in a negative manner, but I have never...I have never felt as if I have mattered, aside from perhaps to those I have helped heal, but even then...I am often nothing more than an illusion once I have left them behind and moved on."

Reaching for her hand with one of his own, he focuses his gaze on them as he interlocks their fingers.

"I would not wish to hide myself from your people," he continues. "I...I am worthy of more than that. I do not...I do not think I am prepared to be...worshipped...but I would not hide my existence fully."

[brave_kreyu]

"I was thinking only of your comfort love, it was never a matter of worthiness, not to me." She squeezes his hand gently.

"I will likely need to make my appearance for their sake in a few days, and it will take more time than that for a...proper introduction to be planned. Would it trouble you, to wait a little while before you are known to them as my husband?"

[27_53]

"I...I did not mean that you felt it was a matter of worthiness," he quickly says, shaking his head once more. "I just...I admit I am a bit overwhelmed at simply...simply by having the option to be seen, at not being forced to hide for my own safety."

He squeezes her hand firmly, smiles at her. "It would not trouble me at all to wait. I know I am not...not at all ready. I do not need to be seen with you...I simply would wish to be there to watch as you work, so that I could learn by observing."

[brave_kreyu]

"I would be glad to have you there," she tells him, smiling. She laughs, low. "Though we will definitely need to work on your reaction to my dress."

"Perhaps if you see me in it enough it will no longer prompt such a strong reaction?"

[27_53]

"Perhaps," he agrees. Though admittedly, if every time he has seen her in the dress has been followed by mind-blowing sex, their efforts towards desensitization may need some 'adjustment'.

He leans down and presses his lips softly to hers. "And while I have never used my power to shift my blood from one area to another within my body in such a manner...it may be something I am able to do, with practice."

Stopping himself from bleeding out beneath the decks of the pirate ship...doesn't really count, he feels. That was much more of a life or death situation.

[brave_kreyu]

She meets his press of lips, soft but intimate.

"That could be a useful solution, although it would need practice." She strokes his face, gently, then starts removing her dress. "Would you like to head back to the Lair?"

[27_53]

Reaching for her dress once she has removed it fully - and making no effort to hide the Look he gives her body in the meantime - he nods.

"I think that would be best."

After all, there are innocent humans within range of their piercing cries here, and he does not feel they need traumatized any further after the events of yesterday.

[brave_kreyu]

He might almost be getting USED to riding Kreyu in her dragon shape by now!

Once they arrive at the Lair, she switches back to her human shape, and pulls him in for a thorough kiss.

Her voice is low, husky. "I would quite like to tie you to our bed and dance for you. Would you like that?"

[27_53]

Nodding softly, he smirks.

"I would. However, before you do that..."

Skellig purposefully does NOT finish his sentence, instead swiftly wraps his arms around her, grabbing her ass and pulling her body firmly against his as he returns her kiss with a reciprocating one of his own.

Is this cheating? Absolutely. Does he care? Absolutely not.

[brave_kreyu]

She presses her body against his, returns every bit of fervor and want until she simply MUST break to breathe.

"Grabbing me while you can?" she teases. "I'll let you touch me as much as you please, after I've gotten you to come for me," she purrs.

Once they're inside 'their' room, Kreyu smirks. "You can strip yourself, if you like, or let me do it once I've tied you to the bed." She has the cords in her hands now, so very smooth.

[27_53]

"Would you prefer me standing at the end as I was before, or do you want me lying down?"

Skellig makes no effort to untie his kilt just yet, though his hands do wander to his waist - inwardly, he is forcing his breath to remain steady, his heartbeat to stay as calm as possible. He knows once she slips that dress onto her body that he will face a struggle, so it is going to take all he has now to maintain control.

[brave_kreyu]

"Standing at the end please, you'll have a better view that way." She sings a few syllables and the light in the room takes on a warm, romantic, low glow. She checks on the fire, makes sure it's not going to go out.

She's so very careful when she ties his hands and legs to the bedposts, gives him plenty of give in the rope. The platform she made the last time materializes behind him, eases any strain on his body from gravity.

[27_53]

He checks the bonds once he has been tied up - he trusts her methods, and there is plenty of room for 'give' if he should need it - and then shakes his wings out behind him, allowing them to rest easily partially opened behind him.

"I can understand why this dress is one you use for your acts as Goddess," he mutters softly as she moves to pull the dress from the chest where it is stored safely away. "It is quite awe inspiring simply to see you in it. And then to be able to watch you dance in it, as you allow me to do so..."

He shivers gently, flexes his feet against the ground.

"...definitely inspiring."

[brave_kreyu]

"It fits the role," she agrees. "And they were so happy, the first time I wore it."

She removes her linen gown, lays it carefully on the chest. The beads make little noises as they rub against each other as she puts it on. Gold, stones, shells, a little symphony of sounds. In the lower light, it's much easier to look at her, but she still shines, still sparkles.

Her hips sway as she walks over to him. She touches his cheek, a featherlight touch, then trails her fingers down his body to where his kilt is fastened. It won't take long for her to get it off of him. "Want to see how every bit of you reacts to me," she tells him, voice rough with desire.

[27_53]

"I do not know if I should even bother attempting to resist," he admits. "I would not wish to become discouraged in my efforts, knowing how...strongly I am likely to react to seeing you."

And already, his heartbeat is quickening in his chest, skin flushing slightly as her hands settle to his waist, work to remove the kilt from his body. He works his throat in a silent swallow, gathering his wits about him as her fingertips graze across his stomach.

So badly does he want to touch her already, and she has not even started to dance yet!

"They will be most delighted to see you again, I am certain," he says. "When was the last time you made yourself known to them?"

[brave_kreyu]

"I would say do whatever you think would increase your enjoyment," she tells him. "Though if you 'resist' longer, I would need to dance more for you, this time."

"Ten years ago, maybe?" she replies, as his kilt slips off of him at last. "Perhaps a bit less than that. The years tend to run together a bit."

She moves several feet away from him, into a nice, open, space. "Oh, you are so lovely," she tells him, voice low. She manifests her wings, as the dress was made with slits to allow them to come 'out'. She stretches her wings, once, twice.

[27_53]

Skellig growls under his breath when she manifests her wings, stretches them out into the open space that surrounds her. For some reason, he had not considered the possibility that she may introduce her wings into this scenario, and it has just upped the ante significantly.

"Not as lovely as you," he mutters. "My Goddess."

He readily soaks in the image of her standing there, appreciating every inch of her as she stands in front of him - the firelight mixing with the low light in the room to cast shimmers and reflections on the walls surrounding them.

[brave_kreyu]

"Yours," she replies.

Skellig is something like a bird, something like a beast, something like a man, and something like an angel. Her dance, right now, is something that resonates with every part of him.

She leaps, wings coming down with powerful strokes. She glitters like the treasures with which birds line their nests, court a mate. She's displaying for him, showing her grace or skill. Beasts display for each other too, show grace, strength, power. And humans, OH humans, they do all the things birds and beasts do, and more! She starts to shimmy, shake her hips, turn her body, a dance meant to tease, to seduce, a human invention. (Do angels court one another? Perhaps. They ARE often depicted with wings and gold and shiny things are often offered to divine beings...)

[27_53]

Her display of courtship is resonating firmly in his soul, his body responding to the actions as she moves throughout the space, close enough to tease and seduce him but not close enough that he can lean and touch her (though oh, he tries!) with his body as she shimmies in front of him. The air moved by her wings ruffles his hair and his feathers as she leaps and turns, and he feels as if every fiber of his being is entangled with hers as she moves.

It is nearly enough to entrance him, with the intensity that he remains focused on her, though some part of his mind is smart enough to remind him to breathe, not to let himself slip fully under her 'spell' she is creating as she moves.

Skin flushing, heat pooling in his stomach and groin, goosebumps rising across his neck and arms, cock stirring between his thighs - all parts of him are alive and reacting as she dances. He flares his wings somewhat 'aggressively' as she teases him, getting tantalizingly close to him during one pass without touching.

[brave_kreyu]

The 'aggressive' flare of his wings makes her grin wickedly, turn away from him and bend forward to place her hands on the floor. Her wings splay low, submissive, and if she were actually a bird or a beast this would be an invitation to mount her. But then she shakes that ass, teasing, for a little while before she raises her hands from the floor and turns back around.

Her heart and her breath are fast from exertion, she's flushed, sweating already.

[27_53]

There are very few situations in which Skellig's 'feral' nature tries to overtake his energy - even in the moments where his chest is filled with rage and discontent (like when he stood over Akatan's form as the fool begged for mercy at his feet) it is not simply his feral, primal self that tries to take control. Choosing to let his anger and vengeance free is a calculated decision, as he knows he will suffer the consequences later of allowing the Dark to take hold of him, for however brief it may be.

But this is different.

There is no rage here, no discontent or anger, no need for vengeance. This is simply nature, his mind and body responding to what she's doing to him (teasing, taunting, begging) with her movements as she dances.

That dress covers just enough that he cannot see everything, and that is almost more tantalizing than if she were naked; the flashes of light from the reflections as they bounce off of the jewels and bits of glass catch his attention as they scatter across the walls that surround them. And his hearing most of all - every shimmy, every shake, every rapid breath she takes, every beat of her heart in her chest - he can hear all of it and it is opening his senses up wide. Eyes dark, head cocked to the side, wings quivering at his back. He can feel the faint bite of the silk cords at his wrists and ankles, but it is no more than an afterthought with everything else he is focused on.

Now she has him entranced, her net cast over him, the beast 'caught' in her trap.

[brave_kreyu]

Her eyes are violet, when she turns around, though her pupils are dilated enough that the purple is a relatively narrow ring.

Her dance transitions to something less wild, less frenetic. She's not used to dancing this much, especially with this much weight on her shoulders! But mostly, she slows because she wants to watch HIM. If this is a trap, perhaps they are both caught in it?

She unconsciously licks her lips as she meets his eyes, swaying slowly side to side. He looks so lovely, so wild, with his head cocked, his wings quivering, his eyes so dark, cock fully erect and flushed with blood.

She sings, her voice low, sweet, tempting. The language isn't one he knows, but it's a woman calling for her lover. The phrases are oblique, and not so oblique, references to ways they might enjoy one another's bodies. He can't understand the words, but her tone, the ways she moves her body for him, might be enough for him to get some notion of what it MEANS.

She shimmies, she shakes, she bends and sways, her wings trace patterns in the air, but she can't bring herself to look away from him.