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]

"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.

[27_53]

"It may be that," he agrees, nodding gently. "I do like it."

"I know there will be much to learn about your role as Goddess," he admits, lavishing the attention of his mouth on her neck with lazy, lingering kisses. "And it will take time to learn them, but I look forward to it. I would like to support you as best I can, in all aspects of our life."

After all, they are partners.

Carefully, he trails his mouth to the center of her throat, his lips seeking out her collarbones, the swell of her breasts. He pauses before he sinks any lower, glancing up at her.

"You are not too stimulated?"

[brave_kreyu]

She moans softly as he gives her neck lazy, lingering kisses. "Would like to support you too," she tells him.

She shivers with want. "Not now, no. Would have hurt earlier, to drag the dress off over my head, why I changed shape."

She chuckles. "Seeing you come for me was very...inspiring."

[27_53]

"Never come before like that, without having any touch to push me to the edge," he laughs, voice low and a hint wicked. "Never doubted that I would, with you in that dress..."

His lips close gently on a nipple, and he teases with his tongue a moment, giving her what he knows she wants so badly from him.

"...but was nice t'have something between just you and I."

[brave_kreyu]

She makes a little whimpering noise of pleasure and want as he teases her nipple with his tongue.

"Glad I could give you something new, something just for us," she whispers. She runs her hands up and down his back, caressing.

Her grin is a hint wicked. "I wasn't sure it would be enough, on its own, my dancing. Do you want to know what my back up plan was?"

[27_53]

Skellig flexes his wings a little above them, which in turn stretches out the muscles in his back, shivering slightly as her hands caress them - he is faintly sore (in a good way) and her touch his soothing to him.

"Absolutely."

He might not be looking at her face, but he can hear her wicked grin in her tone.

[brave_kreyu]

She wants to touch him, so very much, and that the touch is soothing to him is a lovely bonus.

"Was thinking I could tell you what I was imagining in my head as I touched myself in front of you." She chuckles, low. "Thought it might take the sight of me fucking myself with my fingers and gasping for more to make you come for me," she purrs.

[27_53]

Briefly, his mind flashes to that image - and with her hands on his body, she will easily be able to feel the white-hot wave of pleasure that image inspires as it crackles across his energy like lightning.

He's forced to clear his throat harshly to find his voice. When he does find it, he still is a little raspy, a little ragged.

"...almost disappointed I didn't try harder to resist." He swallows hard, glances up at her and grins. "We'll have to save that for the next time you tie me up."

[brave_kreyu]

"If you like," she agrees, pleased at his response. "But right now, I want you to be the one touching and tasting me,"

She shivers. "And I want to touch you, please you. There were a few moments where I almost gave in to the temptation to touch you, kiss you, while I was dancing."

[27_53]

"I would not have minded either way," he says. "I know that sometimes we start our...activities...with a plan set in our minds..."

Using the combinations of his abilities and just natural, instinctive movement, as he kisses at her skin he works to get them better positioned near the 'center' of the bed. Which for the size that this bed is, does not have to be truly the center - there is plenty of space, should they end up rolling around, to avoid falling to the floor accidentally.

"But ultimately the goal is pleasure. If the plan changes, if you wish to give into temptation...I would never be disappointed. My desire is purely you, however the goal is achieved."

Speaking of goals, his was to 'properly' worship her once they were settled. So he chooses to quit talking and turn his mouth's attention once more to her breasts, and allow one of his hands to lightly stroke the inner feathers of her wing.

[brave_kreyu]

"Likewise," she tells him.

She moans when his mouth starts working at her breast, his lips and his tongue teasing a particularly sensitive spot. Her wing and body arch toward him when he strokes the inner feathers. "More, please." She can't put what she feels when his hands are in her feathers into words. It's not like the pleasure she gets when he touches her anywhere else, but it's SO GOOD.

[27_53]

Bracing his body weight above her on his knees as he straddles her body, he slips his other hand into the feathers of her opposite wing, a mirror image of the first as he mimics the gently teasing and stroking.

(She does not need to try to put it into words - he understands! It is the same as the way it feels to him when she buries her fingers beneath his feathers and teases him. It is just GOOD.)

"Like that?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Just like that," she exhales, eyes half lidded with pleasure. "So good to me."

This isn't the best angle for reaching HIS wings, but she threads her fingers through what feathers she can reach, mirrors his touch.

[27_53]

Slowly and carefully (he would rather work her back up to climax deliberately versus just throwing every 'trick' he has at her at once) he teases at her feathers and her skin, listening to the sounds she makes and the way her body responds to him.

He offers her 'more' of his wings, by shifting his higher, mantling over and bringing them down to cover their bodies.

"Only the best for my mate," he whispers.

Once he has teased her breasts to the point where he feels it may be getting 'too much', he shifts his attention lower, kissing at her ribcage.

"I will be certain to lighten your dress for you when you must wear it in the city," he adds. "I do not know why I did not think of it before."

[brave_kreyu]

She is most definitely responding to his touches, her arousal building, her body and the sounds she makes will tell him that.

She eagerly threads her fingers through more of his wings, moans softly when he kisses at her ribcage.

"Never really noticed the weight much before, but I've never danced in it before either," she tells him.

[27_53]

Skellig perks up slightly when she mentions that she has never danced before in that dress, grinning as he works his kisses across her midsection, lower to her hipbones.

"You are a most talented dancer," he says. "I am honored to be your private audience with your body in that dress. The way you have control of your body, every muscle in your core...you are so very strong, my love."

[brave_kreyu]

She wriggles a little, unable to be still because of the pleasure building in her body. Her skin jumps under his kisses.

"Never felt strong," she admits. "Always been the weakest one." Of the brood, that is.

[27_53]

"Nonsense," he scoffs. "Strength is not purely physical - though you have it in abundance, in your dragon shape. But there is so much more where you are strong..."

His kisses follow the path that brings her the most pleasure, coaxing the motion from her body as he nibbles and sucks at her skin.

"You are strong mentally, your fortitude. Your commitment to your brethren and your friends...your love with me," he adds. "That is not to be overlooked. You are so very, very strong. I look up to you for it."

[brave_kreyu]

He can hear her breath catch, her heart speed up, as he follows the path of greatest pleasure. She's gasping often, now, it's hard to do proper sentences.

"Flattery," she tells him. (That's not a complaint, though. She's finding she likes praise from Skellig.) Her reply is interrupted by a low moan as he sucks at a particularly sensitive spot on her right hip. "You, strong soul, strong heart. Light after Dark."

If he wasn't working to drive her toward an orgasm, that explanation would probably be more coherent.

[27_53]

"You fill me with Light," he continues lavishing on the praise alongside the worship of her skin. "Overflowing rivers of it. Helps banish away the Dark, the things you do to me."

His goal is most definitely coaxing an orgasm out of her, so her coherency is not his priority. He sucks again at that spot on her hip before kissing his way down along the topside of her right thigh, settling his body between her legs and his face near her cunt. He knows where she'd like his mouth to work at her body, and he'll get there, eventually...

[brave_kreyu]

As he works his mouth over her thigh, he can see the henna patterns painted in the inside of her upper thighs, echoes of the tattoo on his arm. He's undoubtedly making the henna wear off faster every time he kisses, licks at it, but can he resist the temptation? SHOULD he?

There are no words now, just the sound of her heart, her breaths, the noises of pleasure she's making.

[27_53]

The henna work can always be reapplied - there is no sense in holding back in his efforts to pleasure her simply to keep the dye on her skin! At least, he doesn't think so.

He can tell her mind is drifting slightly off towards the bliss of ecstasy, so he does not hesitate much longer in giving her what she truly wants from him - his mouth on her arousal, using his lips and tongue to pleasure her - and his wings coming up to rest on her upper body (and within reach of her hands, should she choose to bury her fingers in his feathers instead of his hair) possessively.

[brave_kreyu]

Yes, oh yes, she needs his mouth right there! She needs his lips around her clit, his tongue teasing the edges of her arousal, then diving deeper inside of her.

She buries her fingers in his wings where they rest on her upper body, to hold herself steady in the rising storm of pleasure and to give HIM pleasure too.

"Skellig," she gasps, body beginning to quiver under his mouth, his wings.

[27_53]

Him 'giving her' access to his wings was no small choice - he wanted pleasure and she's giving it to him freely as he works to build her tension and push her closer to climax.

Groaning his acknowledgement, his gratitude - knowing that the vibrations of that groan will work to push her further towards orgasm - is all part of his plan. (Granted: His plan is simply 'pleasure her', and fucking her with his mouth and tongue is a big part of that plan.)

He knows she is close, he can feel it in her muscles, so he reaches up one of his hands to take hers in his grasp, interlocking their fingers.

Together.

[brave_kreyu]

Together, forever.

She squeezes his hand a little as she can feel the orgasm coming. She comes with a wordless cry, waves of pleasure rolling through her body.

She's panting, sweaty, flushed with afterglow.