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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.
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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Date: 2024-07-01 04:00 am (UTC)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...)
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Date: 2024-07-01 04:13 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-07-01 12:05 pm (UTC)Her heart and her breath are fast from exertion, she's flushed, sweating already.
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Date: 2024-07-01 10:42 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-07-01 11:13 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-07-01 11:53 pm (UTC)If he were to choose 'fight', it would be to fight FOR her, for the right to claim her as his own, as his mate, his dragon, his lover. If he were to choose 'flight', it would be a flight TO her, to take her into his arm and grab hold of her tightly, perhaps whisk them both off to a location far away where they could simply be themselves, wild and feral as their minds (or at least, his mind) wish to be in this moment.
He may not understand the words, but the meaning is clear enough from the look in her eyes, the way she keeps her focus locked on his gaze, the feelings he can sense pulsating beneath the tone of her words as she sings to him.
Skellig does not trust himself to speak in this moment - doesn't even know if his mind remembers how to speak, in this moment. So he does not. But he can still breathe, so his lungs are still working, and as she repeats a 'verse' of the song he picks up the melody and hums the low parts very softly, almost as if in response.
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Date: 2024-07-02 12:16 am (UTC)She dances closer to him than she has in a while, when he starts humming. He might, with as much of a lunge as he can manage and stretching his wings as far forward as he can, be able to brush the tips of his longest wing feathers against her body.
Her whole body sways like a tree in the wind, her muscles flexing. He catches glimpses of the flesh he knows so well through the beads, the sight a tease.
The song is richer, fuller, when they work together, makes her shiver with want.
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Date: 2024-07-02 01:02 am (UTC)During her next 'pass' of him he does indeed lunge forward, straining against the bonds and flaring his wings towards her body in an effort to touch her - there is a firm resistance from her knots (she tied them well!) that holds him back, but he feels as if maybe, just maybe, he manages to brush her skin with the tips of his wings.
(Whether it is real or imagined as part of this 'spell' she has him under, he isn't sure - but he also doesn't really care.)
And while his feathers themselves do not have nerves running through them, they lead to nerves within his wings, and the sensation of contact after being denied (he pulls firmly again against the cords - no luck!) is enough to send a hard shudder down his spine, want and desire flaring sharply in his mind.
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Date: 2024-07-02 01:10 am (UTC)She's moving slow now, lazy rolls of her hips. "I can come closer, but if I do, the dress has to come off," she tells him. Pausing in her song for a moment. The dress is one of a kind and won't clean easily if something...sticky gets all over it.
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Date: 2024-07-02 01:32 am (UTC)Skellig cocks his head sharply to the side, attempting to get his ears to refocus on words, but currently all he can hear is the soft symphony of the beads and stones as she lazily rolls her hips as she dances for him, her stuttering heartbeat in her chest, her breath catching in her lungs. She wants him badly, as much as he wants her. And she is speaking to him...
He relaxes back slightly in the bonds, shakes his head 'no'.
His eyes dart rapidly to the reflections on the walls, then his gaze comes back to her, looking her up and down unabashedly in that dress...he can sense a slight growing fatigue in her muscles, can practically hear her body as it works to carry the weight of it.
Then a thought strikes him, and his eyes flash with excitement, a shiver running down his spine and extending all the way out into his feathers, fluttering briefly and rapidly behind him before he extends one wing, reaching it out towards her. He nods his head towards the wing tip, encouraging her to at least get close enough to let that touch her skin...
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Date: 2024-07-02 01:36 am (UTC)She lets his wing tip touch her wrist, her bare skin, curious about what will happen. The dress is a heavy thing, but he CAN make it lighter. Perhaps because the shells and the silk and the leather were once part of living things?
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Date: 2024-07-02 01:53 am (UTC)He can see by her reaction that it works, and he grins widely, withdraws his feathers from her arm.
"Better?"
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Date: 2024-07-02 01:59 am (UTC)"I think I could go leaping about all over the place, but that would mean taking my eyes off of you," her voice is a little rough with want.
She dances and twirls, shakes her hips, flaunts her body, but her eyes are never off of him for more than a moment or two.
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Date: 2024-07-02 02:18 am (UTC)"My love," he whispers, voice low and harsh. "I fear if I continue to watch you dance for me, I may find myself..."
He bites his lower lip hard to pull his attention away from the growing ache in his cock.
"I do not wish to leave you unsatisfied."
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Date: 2024-07-02 02:23 am (UTC)She chuckles, low. "And you've proven more than once that you don't need to be hard to bring me to ecstasy."
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Date: 2024-07-02 02:39 am (UTC)"Have many...many other ways to achieve that."
His self-control is still threatening to falter, especially as she keeps up with the dancing in front of him - her rhythm has increased now with the weight of the dress 'lifted' - and in turn, so has his own heartrate and breathing increased.
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Date: 2024-07-02 02:49 am (UTC)"Once I've watched you come for me, I'll even help with the cleanup," she offers, voice low. "I wonder how my tongue will feel on your cock while you're softening, spent."
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Date: 2024-07-02 03:09 am (UTC)"Keep...keep me tied up while you're...cleaning," he 'cautions' her. "Because by the time I have come for you, I am going...going to want to pounce on you so badly, and I would not want to make a mess of your dress..."
His toes curl slightly against the ground beneath them, and he whines again - he is so very desperate but trying to hold out as long as possible, watching her dance for him. Her swaying reminding him of the way her body has moved in tandem with his before, the subtle movements of her hands so very desired on his chest and abdomen in this moment. If only she would touch him...
...but she will not, so he will be 'forced' to handle this himself. Which he does in short order, with another few swivels of her hips and torso to tease him off the edge - he fights the bonds a bit if only because he is not used to being held still while he comes, his cock twitching as he squirms in place, panting rapidly.
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Date: 2024-07-02 03:18 am (UTC)She eyes his twitching cock in a hungry, lustful, way, as she stalks toward him. She kneels before him, wraps the head of his cock in her mouth and lavishes it with attention with her tongue.
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Date: 2024-07-02 03:28 am (UTC)"Can't...can't get enough of your mouth on me," he groans softly, stuttering over his words a little. Hips bucking gently towards her mouth as she pleasures him further, working her lips and tongue over his skin. "So good. Very good. Want...want it."
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Date: 2024-07-02 03:35 am (UTC)His bucking hips, his groans, his desire, make HER desire grow. It is beginning to become insistent!
When she's finished cleaning him, she decides that taking the dress off properly is too much trouble, especially with how aroused she is right now.
She steps back, turns her shape into that of a dove, and the dress falls to the ground around her pigeon shape. She flaps and flutters a little way through the air to get clear of the dress, then resumes the shape he knows so well.
She's clearly quite aroused, flushed, ACHING, as she picks up the dress, takes it carefully back to the chest and places it safely within. That done, she comes to stand just outside his reach and makes a gesture, causing all of the ropes to untie. He's free!
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Date: 2024-07-02 03:55 am (UTC)Even her using the guise of a pigeon to get out of her dress.
After she tucks away the dress and approaches him, he braces his feet firmly against the ground as she gestures to free his hands and legs from the bonds - he knows he still has the 'benefit' of the other spell to keep him steady, but it is still a bit of an adjustment, knees wobbling slightly (but he does not fall) as he steps towards her.
Stalks towards her might be the better term, in this instance. He pauses with his body just inches from hers, looking down at her. Part of his primal mind wants to simply sweep her off her feet and take her straight to the bed...but another part of him thinks it is his turn to tease, at least for a moment.
With one fingertip, he lightly presses his touch to the hollow of her throat, trailing that finger upward underneath her jaw to lift her face.
"May I kiss you, my queen?"
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Date: 2024-07-02 11:19 am (UTC)Her eyes flicker closed briefly as his finger trails up underneath her jaw and she makes a sound of WANT. "Please kiss me," she replies, voice breathy.
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Date: 2024-07-02 02:00 pm (UTC)However, he does cheat a little bit.
Using his own abilities to his advantage, he wraps his arms around her body (mindful of her wings) and lifts her up into his arms, supporting her weight with one hand beneath her ass, her arms and legs instinctively winding around his body to hold onto him.
And then he kisses her, while at the same time walking them closer to the bed. Once he backs her into it, he'll lay her down beneath him and get to worshipping her properly. But for now, his focus is on her mouth and their kiss.
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Date: 2024-07-02 10:39 pm (UTC)She worked up quite a sweat dancing, enough to leach the remnants of sacred perfumes from her Goddess dress and onto her skin. Whatever it's made of, it's warm, spicy, rich, a compliment and enhancement to Kreyu's own natural scent. He can smell it as they kiss, as he carries her toward the bed.
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