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]

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.

[27_53]

In some ways, Skellig is grateful for the less frenetic pace of her movements, because it allows him to tamp down the slowly-rising (but oddly in this instance, not negative or full of panic?) instinct of fight or flight that is bubbling underneath the surface of his energy in this moment.

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.

[brave_kreyu]

Her head tilts sideways, and he can feel her surprise when he hums, but it's PLEASED surprise!

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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Owls are not known for their true ability to practice mimicry, and that is not what Skellig is doing here - he is simply using his instincts to echo what she is doing, allowing his voice to 'aid' hers in song.

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.

[brave_kreyu]

Her sharp inhalation of breath and the stutter of her heart suggests that he did indeed touch her. The touch, as light as it is, makes her ACHE between her legs.

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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She is...speaking to him. With words. In a language that he usually can understand.

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...

[brave_kreyu]

She steps close, light on her feet, thinking she's got a sense of what he's intending.

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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The previous connection to the living world is a large part of what makes this ability work - as he strokes his feathers over the inside of her wrist, careful and calculated energy is sent from his stores of Light (he currently has an over-abundance built up in his system, he would be a beacon and distraction to anyone SEEKING it) to her dress, lifting some of that weight from it. Not all of the weight of it does he lift, as it would be unnatural for it to be entirely weightless, or to match even the sheer of a silk chiffon. It would not move correctly. But then again, she is the Goddess...

He can see by her reaction that it works, and he grins widely, withdraws his feathers from her arm.

"Better?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Much. Thank you, love."

"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.

[27_53]

Skellig manages to watch her dance for another few moments without saying another word - after all, he is caught again in the trance of the sounds the beads and shells are making to go along with her singing to him. But eventually he 'breaks' and it is too much for him to bear.

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"You won't, love," she tells him, voice rough with want. "I want to see you come for me."

She chuckles, low. "And you've proven more than once that you don't need to be hard to bring me to ecstasy."

[27_53]

Even with his legs bound, he can still adjust his footing slightly and shift his feet beneath him, which allows him to 'ground' himself and tap into the ley lines that are running beneath the Lair and the mountain - take hold of the energy pulsing beneath them, allow it to center him a bit.

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

"You do, and I've enjoyed them all," she purrs as she sways tantalizing close but just out of reach before retreating.

"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."

[27_53]

Narrowing his eyes as she retreats from him, he huffs out a low whine - he is TRYING to resist his urges, but it is becoming VERY DIFFICULT to do so, especially when she is talking like she is, putting the images of her tongue on his cock into his mind.

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

She moans, low but loud, as he comes. "Yes, oh yes," she purrs.

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.

[27_53]

The feeling of her tongue on his cock is even better than he imagined, and he struggles to stay relatively still as she touches him, pulling a bit against the bonds. He is not truly trying to free himself, because he could easily do so if he really wanted it (and he also knows that she would also cut him free or untie him at his first request or the instant she felt concerned) but he is grateful for the assistance from her 'gravity' spell to help keep his weight upright.

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

She makes a noise of acknowledgement as she works to clean his skin of every bit of his release that spilled on it.

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!

[27_53]

That was not entirely what he expected her to do in that instance, but he is beginning to learn that since he has chosen to partner for life with a shapeshifter mage, it is likely better for him to simply 'expect the unexpected' in most cases and work to prepare himself for anything.

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?"

[brave_kreyu]

She shivers with want as he stalks toward her. She is 'caught' by him, but there is no fear in that for her.

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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He can quite easily sense her state of arousal, given his own state of hyperawareness at the moment, so he does not hesitate in giving her what she wants from him.

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.

[brave_kreyu]

"Properly" will be nice, but for right now she's more than content with this. Skellig is very good at kissing, and she enjoys it very much! She clings to him with her whole body, pressing up against him like she needs him that close for her heart to keep beating in her chest. Her kisses are passionate things, desire cut with love, her lips warm and soft on his. She has no intention of pausing until one of them has to breathe.

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.

[27_53]

Her scent (and the additions to it with the perfumes) has caught his attention and he is relishing it as they kiss, working to commit the different 'pieces' of it to memory so that it can be called upon later if he so desires.

Eventually, his knees hit the bed and he lays her back carefully, breaking the kiss so he can catch his breath and refocus his mind from where it has wandered off a bit.

"You are complex," he mutters, appreciative. "It is like a gift, the more I unwrap, the more I discover..."

He sniffs lightly at the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder, likely where she will dab on some more of either the same or a similar perfume before she steps out on 'official business', trying to untangle the 'layers'.

[brave_kreyu]

"So are you, Skellig," she tells him. She tilts her head back, to let him sniff as closely as he likes, or taste.

"Can't recall precisely what's in it," she murmurs, running fingers through his hair. "Different than the incense in the temple, as I recall. Something in the formula of this smelled DREADFUL when it was burned." There's laughter in her eyes, which suggests a funny story there. "Cinnamon, cloves, some kind of tree resin." Probably frankincense.

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"I feel as if I am familiar with the cloves, and the cinnamon," he says softly, inhaling deeply to allow it to filter across his senses and trickle over pathways in his mind. "I am not...not entirely certain why."

Perhaps she has cooked some of their meals with it before; perhaps they had had it in some of their teas, the chai from the market?

One of the most common combinations of flavors in certain Asian dishes is 'Chinese Five-Spice' - a blend of cinnamon, cloves, star anise, fennel, peppercorns. Pork char siu - number 53 on the takeaway menu, food of the gods - uses 'five-spice' in the sticky, rich sauce.

"I quite...I quite like it, mixed upon in such a way, on your skin." He kisses the area lightly, then glances up at her, curious. "Will you wear it again, when we go to the village?"

Although he has gotten momentarily sidetracked, he has not lost the entire train of thought - his hands still working to slide up and down her ribcage, avoiding her breasts (she's sensitive, so very sensitive, wants to give her a moment to relax) for the time being.

[brave_kreyu]

"They've both been in our Chai," she tells him. "That might be where you know it from."

"I will wear it in the village, if you like it," she tells him. "Not in public much, it would stand out, but in private is another matter. And I will wear it when we go into the city to help, when I am being official."

Being the goddess Kreyu!

She sighs, arches her back as he strokes up and down her ribcage.