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]

"I was able to find a decent spot to rest upon your scales," he points out. "Even in times when we were not cheating with spells. I would have slept upon you while we were on the beach, if not for fear of my safety should you roll over unexpectedly."

He shoots her a slightly sidelong look.

"You are cute when you roll around, though."

[brave_kreyu]

She snorts in surprised laughter when he tells her she's cute when she rolls around. "Am I? I'm not sure anyone else would describe me that way, love."

[27_53]

"I am..." he lifts his shoulders slightly "...not anyone else."

His accompanying smile is a bit broader, not quite a grin but very close. "It is just...you allowing yourself to be free, move without consideration for what you might look like, just wanting to feel good. I can tell it pleases you to do so...and your energy is quite joyful, in some moments. It is...cute."

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes a little, part pleasure and part embarrassment. "Mostly, what I feel like before I start rolling around is ITCHY."

She snags the blackberry tarts, puts them next to the others. "It feels good, when the itching stops and whatever is drying on my scales is gone. And stretching out is good too. I have to be so careful with how I move. The world, the world isn't built for me at that size."

She touches his cheek gently. "One reason I'm so fond of this shape. So much easier to interact with things without fear of breaking them, like this."

[27_53]

"I will admit I am quite fond of this shape of yours also," he says, bringing his hand up to meet hers and weaving their fingers loosely together. "But for reasons other than being fearful of breaking you."

Now his smirk is a little wicked, playful.

He plucks a blackberry from one of the tarts, it is softened by the baking process but still 'solid' enough to pull free, and pops it into his mouth. A soft sound of pleasure follows from his lungs.

"Perhaps even better than the ones before."

[brave_kreyu]

She flexes her fingers where they are woven with his, an acknowledgment. "No, you have a very gentle touch." In bed and out of it.

She catches the wicked, playful tones in his smirk, matches it with her own. That noise he makes causes her heart to speed up, prompts heat start to coil in her gut. "Heat and honey do lovely things to fruit," she purrs. "I should see if I can get my hands on some figs tomorrow."

She plucks a berry from her tart, offers it to him, brushing the fruit ever so slightly against his lips.

[27_53]

"Figs? I am unfamiliar with those," he says with a curious tilt of his head - and he leans ever so slightly to pluck the blackberry from her fingertips.

If he lightly kisses her fingertips in the process? Purely accidental, of course!

"I would like to try them."

[brave_kreyu]

"All the more reason for me to track them down tomorrow, if you're unfamiliar with them. I would like for you to try them too."

She shivers a little with want when he lightly kisses her fingertips. She plucks another berry, this time from his tart. She offers it to him, but this time not QUITE as close to his mouth.

[27_53]

"If I have had them, then I did not know what they were called," he says. "But I trust your judgement and I am certain I would enjoy them."

He likes that little shiver from her, that look of want that crosses her features when his lips make contact with her skin.

"Gonna make me work for it," he muses playfully. "I see how it is."

The kiss to her fingertips is longer after he plucks this blackberry from her grasp, and he brings up his hand to gently catch her wrist in his grasp - this allows him to suck lightly at the tip of one finger, tease it with his tongue just barely.

[brave_kreyu]

Oh, that feels good! She makes a low whine of want deep in her throat when he sucks at the tip of her finger, teases it with his tongue.

"Should I throw the silks we took from Heka's bolt hole over the bed?" she asks, voice rough with want. "Feed you little tidbits, rub oils into your skin, while you sprawl naked on silk that brings out your eyes?"

[27_53]

"If the oils will not harm the silks, then I would do so gladly," he says softly - deliberately keeping the want and desire out of his voice, trying to play a bit coy.(It's only marginally working.) "My skin is still a bit angered from the sun."

But he looks down at his bare chest, brings her hand down to rest it on his skin. It is still warm from the effects of the sunburn, though it is obvious he is slowly getting a tan.

"Not quite as bad as last time. But would still benefit from your... touch."

[brave_kreyu]

"The silk will be safe enough, so long as I don't use too much," she replies, voice soft. "Your poor skin does need my touch, from the feel of things."

A touch of concern creeps into her tone at the feel of the sunburn. Her poor owl!

[27_53]

Her poor owl indeed.

Keeping her hand in place in his chest, he picks up her tart and offers her an actual bite of it - the flaky pastry and soft berries are a wonderful combination and as much fun as he is having with them feeding each other, they should not waste them.

Also, they're probably going to need energy for later.

"Don't mind any crumbs," he teases. "I can handle...cleanup."

[brave_kreyu]

The tart really IS excellent, as she takes a bite. She makes a pleased noise, savors the taste. Bits of pastry do, of course, go everywhere.

And if her lips tease his fingertips, her tongue darts out to lap up juice and honey, surely she's just being PRACTICAL.

"I'm sure I'll be a mess," she teases back.

[27_53]

The way that he inhales a little deeper, the way his eyes darken slightly when her tongue grazes over that stray honey and errant juice - is enough to tell her that he greatly appreciates her...practicality.

"Quite a mess."

He takes a bite of the tart, chewing - and getting the crumbs of the pastry, along with an errant drip of juice that runs down from the corner of his mouth everywhere.

"As am I."

He does NOT wipe it off. Purposefully? Who's to say.

[brave_kreyu]

"Possibly I should take this outfit off, before I get any stains on it?" she suggests, her smile a blending of innocent and wicked.

She kisses the corner of his mouth, cleaning up a little. "Will save getting the drops that have wandered farther for later."

[27_53]

"Might be wise," he admits. "I should also consider getting rid of this kilt - I have already ruined one today."

He laughs harshly, shaking his head.

"Tomorrow when we go back into the city, I should buy more. I seem to be destroying them at quite the clip."

[brave_kreyu]

"Another thing to add to our list, although I have a few spares that would fit you." The kilts are a bit one size fits most, after all.

She sets the tart down, since he's still holding her other hand to his chest. She reaches for the pin at her left shoulder holding the chiton in place. Dexterous fingers work the pin loose, and the fabric falls away, leaving her breast and part of her belly bare as the 'front' on that side pools in her lap.

[27_53]

Now with some of her skin exposed, Skellig releases her hand from his chest - after all, there are better things he could be doing with his hand - for instance, cupping her breast gently in his palm, while he leans in to kiss her.

"The list grows longer by the moment, but I will admit my focus right now is solely on you, my love," he murmurs softly. "And the things my mind wishes to enjoy."

(As well as the things he would like to push away from the forefront of his thoughts - which to be fair, she has already done a good job of just with dinner and 'dessert' so far.)

[brave_kreyu]

She gasps softly as he cups her breast in his palm, leans in to kiss her. Her hand, now free, pulls the pin out of the other side, sending all of the fabric down to 'pool' around her hips.

She kisses him, deep, loving, just a little heated. "Tempted to recreate the first time you had your hand like that on my breast," she confesses, voice low and breathy. "Straddle your lap in that chair, sate your appetites thoroughly."

She chuckles. "What's a little more laundry, after all, in the pursuit of pleasure?"

[27_53]

"Not afraid t'help with laundry," Skellig offers cheerfully, teasing her nipple with his fingertips. "Or whatever you would have me do as far as 'chores' go." Someone believes in equal distribution of labor, and she's already a much better and more frequent cook than he is...

"And it was a good time," he continues, bringing his other hand up, cupping the other breast and giving it the same attention. His lips wander to her neck and throat, leaving tiny kisses on her skin.

(He knows he is moving 'slowly compared to his usual habits and methods of driving her arousal higher, but his mind is still just a hint scattered from earlier...he will make it up to her.)

"You did a fine job of ensuring I was well-sated. Always do."

[brave_kreyu]

"May take you up on that." Guess who doesn't like doing laundry? She moans, low, when he teases her nipple.

Somehow, she's suddenly straddling his lap, naked, the chiton left trailing from her chair onto the floor. Who knows what she had to do physically to accomplish that, but she did. "Hm. I like this seat much better," she purrs as his lips wander, and his hand cups the other breast.

Kreyu is perfectly content with slow, no need to make anything up to her! She chuckles. "I did, didn't I? Quite well for a beginner, I think." She is still a bit smug about that. "Though it helped that you showed me how you wanted to be touched."

Her hands wander his sides, creep up into the edges of his feathers. "You knew what I needed even when I didn't."

[27_53]

Momentarily he is slightly startled, when she somehow shifts her position on his lap quicker than he can even truly understand what is happening (but he doesn't need to complain about it, because he likes it) but her fingers are weaving gently into his feathers.

He likes that, too.

"Always willing to help teach you what I like," he mutters playfully. "Though by this point, you have leaned most of what drives me wild..."

There may be a few secrets yet to be discovered - some he likely doesn't even know himself, yet. He nibbles lightly on her neck as she twirls one of his feathers with her fingertip, exhaling happily.

[brave_kreyu]

"And you've learned most of mine," she replies, playful. "We are well matched."

Kreyu makes a happy sound in response to his exhale. His nibbles, her touches and his, all feel good. "Could explore you for hours, but this isn't the best place for that. On the other hand, I quite like this position we're in right here. Such a dilemma."

[27_53]

"You could straddle me while I was sitting on the bed," he offers. "It would not be quite the same, but it would give you an opportunity to fetch those silks from Heka's hoard, and we could continue to claim them as our own treasures..."

He leans up, kisses the underside of her jaw, her chin, then her mouth before he nuzzles lightly and rests his forehead against hers.

"I know how riled up you get when you see my eyes matched with them."