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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[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.

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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.

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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.

[27_53]

He keeps their hands intertwined as he works her through the waves of her pleasure, then once she is finished he shifts his body to crawl up and lay beside her - tucking his wings in to allow her to sprawl on top of his side as she loves to do so much.

(And not-so-secretly, he loves being used as her 'body pillow' after sex.)

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu is more than happy to do just that! Cuddling with Skellig feels GOOD, and it's such an excellent position to fall asleep in, which they do.

Morning leads to a wash, and application of balm to poor Skellig's skin.

"It's best to save a bit of dough, when you make bread, to start the next batch," she explains, adding flour and water to a bit of dough saved from the batch that will be today's bread. "You can make bread without it, but it tends to taste slightly sour and takes much longer to rise." A sourdough, in other words.

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Skellig is perched nearby where she is preparing the dough, watching with interest as she manipulates it.

"It seems simple enough," he admits. "But I doubt that it truly is." After all, he saw the 'failed' attempt from the other day that turned out more like a flatbread versus the 'traditional' bread he is more familiar with. Both tasted good, however!

He is curious as to what the rest of her plans are for breakfast, glancing over the ingredients she's gotten out. He would help, however she would ask him to.

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"It takes experience and practice to tell how much flour, how much water, the dough needs on any given day. It is alive, almost, has its moods."

Some of the leftover vegetable and bean 'sauce' from last night is out, as well as cheese and leftover flatbread. "Would you mind tearing those breads there into little pieces for me?"

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Nodding, he gets to work doing just that, making each piece as relatively 'uniform' in size (but not shape) as he can.

"I am sure in time I'll have enough practice," he says idly as he works. "Once we return to the village and you have women to call upon, I would like to be able to ensure we are both fed without you having to do the bulk of the effort on every occasion. The same goes for planting and harvest."

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"You will likely have your hands full already, with planting and harvest," she tells him. "The village cooks communally during those times, in the central square. Those less physically able to do work in the fields cook for everyone.

She shapes the dough for this morning's bread, which will be used like a spoon to scoop up the vegetable and lentil mixture. "They will be glad for your help in the fields, very glad. We will need as many strong, healthy hands as we can get."

She grimaces for a moment, only a flicker. "And they would be short a man, without you." Akatan had many faults but he was young, strong, put in more than his fair share of work.

[27_53]

"With all the exercise I have been getting, plus the boost from your Karma...I am honestly likely in the best shape I have been in some time. I will be glad to help wherever I am asked to do so."

He does not say and I will work harder than the man they 'lost', but he thinks it to himself. It is not a thought meant to prove a point (not entirely) but simply a fact. He has added abilities, and he will use them as he's able.

Finishing tearing the bread, he hands it over to her.

"It is so...strange to me," he says. "The sense of community that I have witnessed in the village. It truly is an effort to care for all members of the tribe. It is...different." And while he cannot remember all of the details of Before, he knows it was not that way.

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"They will likely be having you dig out the irrigation ditches," she 'warns' him. "The Mother River's flooding keeps the soil fertile, but the mud clogs up the irrigation ditches too."

She'll use the bread to thicken up the bean and vegetable mixture, make it more readily scooped up.

"Is it?" Kreyu asks, surprised. "Everyone knows everyone else, there, and survival depends on everyone working together. Even in the cities, like Amikaya or the capital we visited on this island, the temples and other public places offer food and shelter to any in need, if they have not been taken care of already by those in the neighborhoods they frequent."

She starts placing the dough on a heated, oiled, stone. "Life is precious, precarious. When even a king must expect to see half of his children die from disease or accident before they are grown, to lose a wife in childbirth....."

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Skellig flexes his arms (and wings) slightly when she mentions that he will likely be digging ditches - he is not concerned of it.

"I know that not everyone was on their own," he corrects himself. "I suspect that there was some aid available, to those who were in need. But not to the extent that I have seen it here."

He offers a hint of a smile.

"It is...refreshing to see. Life is precious, precarious," he echoes her, with another nod. "People get a better chance if they are willing to extend a hand to another."

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"Yes," Kreyu agrees, smiling. She fusses with a flatbread that is browning too quickly.

"Dragons, we don't work well together. Except broodmates, most of the time."

Her smile turns wry. "We're very rare, of course, but on top of that we tend to fight with one another, steal from one another. Our hunger for karma is never entirely sated, after all."

[27_53]

"Are there any...active threats to this hoard, your Lair? Or are you and your brothers known to be strong enough to not mess with, generally?"

There is a hint of genuine concern in his voice - mostly because he knows that he would be practically useless if another DRAGON attempted to barge into this territory and would seek to battle with Kreyu.

He would try to fight, of course, but it would likely...end badly.

[brave_kreyu]

"Heka has attacked us before, many times, but he's dead at the moment. There are dragons who might try to steal from us, if they thought they could get away with it. That's why we try and have at least one of us in this area all the time."

"We should be safe enough, at least until Heka is flesh again."

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Skellig knows she mentioned that Heka should not be able to outright tell that it was them who raided his hoard, since such a long time will pass before he becomes flesh again. But the threat is still there, and he will hold it in the back of his mind.

"Sound logic," he says.

His attention shifts to the flatbread, which is stubbornly threatening to singe at one edge again. He signals at it with his eyes, which she picks up on to keep it from burning.

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"Must not have gotten the coals quite right," she mutters. That one, the less perfect specimen, will be hers.

"And done, though we should let these cool a few minutes so we don't burn our mouths. Would you like some cheese?"

There's melon left too, and wine. It's a very...domestic morning.

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Domestic can be and is very much appreciated, especially after the night previous - Skellig personally is still very much in 'recovery' mode from their escapades.

"Cheese would be good with it, I think." He hops up, moving to where he believes it is kept, finds it (and the wine) after minimal searching and returns with it to the table. "Although it would be fine as it is also, I have never had a bad meal cooked by your hand."

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Kreyu blushes at his comment about her cooking. "Thank you. I'm glad you missed the utter disasters that marked my first forays into cooking. I had to bury more than one pot, meals got burned so badly."

"I'm thinking about rummaging through Elihu's stash here at the Lair, he mentioned something about a new spell to help with learning languages. Won't help with the written portion, but might help you be able to understand the spoken."

[27_53]

"I would appreciate being able to understand better, even if it was only partially."

Not-so-secretly, Skellig finds it cute when she blushes, especially over the 'little' things such as normal comments as this one. "I am certain that once I am set free to attempt to prepare some meals, we may need to...have a reserve of pots on standby."

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"I shall be sure that we have more than a few to spare," she assures him.

Breakfast is eaten and cleaned up after. "A light lunch today, I think. We have some fruit leftover, nuts, cheese, that ham." She's already shaped the dough that will rise for tonight's dinner. She's investigating a shelf. "Why DID I stockpile this much cheese? I'm sure I must have had a reason."

She shakes her head. "No matter, it will work quite well for tonight's dinner." She kisses him, softly. "Not sure how long it will take me to rummage, but you can poke at anything in here that you like, or take a nap."

[27_53]

"Cheese is good on most everything," he shrugs a shoulder. "Who is to say what your plan may have been, but we will find ways to enjoy it."

It also goes good with honey, which he is sure he will have a 'craving' for at some point, eventually.

Even with his fast-metabolism, she is also ensuring that he eats more than he is used to, so the idea of a light 'snacky' lunch is fine with him. He returns the kiss. "I am sure that I will be able to find something to entertain myself suitably until you return from your rummaging." A smirk. "I promise not to have too much fun without you."

In all reality - he will likely tidy up the bedroom, tend to the fire, and then curl up amid the blankets and silks in a 'nest' of his own making and fall asleep for a well-earned post-breakfast nap.

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He's sound asleep when she comes back, so she commits the spell on the scroll she 'borrowed' to memory. It's simple, in principle, allow someone to pick up a language quite quickly if they hear it. Another trip to the capital tomorrow, perhaps, do a bit of shopping, let Skellig acquire the local language while they're there.

When he wakes again, she will have put THAT dress on again, in an attempt to get him used to it. She's also rigged a small container of sand and set it on the table with a writing brush sized stick for Skellig to practice writing with.

[27_53]

Without the benefit of natural light to wake his body clock, he is a bit groggy once he stirs from his nap - though he stirs easily enough once his 'ears' pick up on her heartbeat within the room.

Yawning, he stretches his limbs and wings and cracks an eye open - and realizes she's wearing the dress. To his credit, he does not immediately feel a rush to pounce on her - merely smiles gently.

"It stay light or do I need to repeat that spell?"