OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Eight

[brave_kreyu]

They spent yesterday helping curtail an outbreak of the White Death and doing a bit of shopping. Luckily, or not, depending on your point of view, they ALSO found out that today is the day the former slaves they plan on helping go before the judge.

That means this morning has involved a lot of preparation on Kreyu's part, because if she is appearing in an Official capacity, she must look just so. She is very grateful that Skellig is willing to help her make the small braids and decorate them with beads that match the dress.

"You can see part of why I don't do this very often," she quips.

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[brave_kreyu]

"We will be careful," she promises. "Even if it means a delay. I would not lose you, even temporarily, for all the world."

By now, he's gotten her hands very relaxed and pain free. Soft and scented with the oil he purchased.

She shifts her body, the robe's fabric rearranging to gape in a teasing sort of way. He knows what she looks like naked very well, but there is something to the idea that what is hidden can be more erotic than what is clearly displayed.

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The hint of what is hidden beneath her robe is indeed erotic; once he finishes with her second hand, he settles his body and braces himself with one hand on other side of her torso, hovering over her as he works to press kisses to her exposed skin.

Her jawline, her throat, the curve of her breast, right along the edge of the fabric - teasingly close to her nipple which is so very close to his reach.

"We will be very careful." He whispers against her skin. "I am not going to be lost."

[brave_kreyu]

She makes tiny noises of pleasure as he kisses her, heart picking up.

Her eyes are darkening with arousal. "You'll stay with me." She shifts slightly, wanting. "You can remove the robe, if you like," she suggests, voice husky. "Or I can remove it, bare my body for your appreciation?"

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"I will remove it when I'm ready."

He cups her breast through the fabric, rubbing her nipple through the fine silk - feeling it harden under his touch, her body arching towards him.

"I would not wish to...rush in my worship of you. After all, if the celebration of our marriage is to take at least a week...I can spend a few moments ensuring you are well satisfied."

[brave_kreyu]

She chuckles, low, when he says he will remove it when he's ready.

The chuckling becomes a low moan of pleasure as he rubs her nipple. "No, no need to rush your worship," she agrees. Her body arches toward him as he teases some more.

"Perhaps your worship tonight will be enough to banish the last of my old echoes." Frustration, shame, anger, and disappointment.

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"We have nearly gotten rid of them." Skellig grows a little bit serious and cocks his head to the side, as if he is listening to a far-off sound. "To be honest, I had hoped they would have been gone some time ago... but a few of them have been stubborn."

(Which makes him a bit sad, that she had such strong negative energy within this sacred space.)

"But yes...perhaps tonight we will get rid of them for good."

He teases her through the silk for another moment, then allows his hand to slip beneath it, touching her bare skin as he opens the robe, his eyes sweeping over her.

"Will you get more henna? For our party?" He traces the fading lines on her skin.

[brave_kreyu]

"I am glad they are nearly gone, even if I can't sense them the way you do."

She gasps in pleasure when he slips his hand beneath the silk, presses her body toward him. "I would like to, if I can," she replies. "Especially since you like tracing the lines so."

"You would look lovely, with henna. They'd stand out even more on your skin than mine." Her eyes darken and her heartbeat quickens a little at the thought of what he might look like.

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"I would have to be certain to have some hidden away for only you to find," he teases, voice dropping a little in pitch, tempting her. "One of the many gifts I would seek to give you, in honor of our union..."

He works more of her robe off, the silk falling to her shoulders - and then leans down to kiss at the hollow of her throat, her collarbones, the smooth skin between her breasts.

"After all, there is not much else I could give to a dragon than myself."

[brave_kreyu]

"I would like that," she replies, voice husky. Where would he hide henna markings, she wonders...

Her hands reach around his body, touch his wings, tease her fingers into his feathers. She tilts her head back, arches her body toward his mouth, offering her body up for his explorations.

"There is no finer treasure, no greater gift, than that," she tells him, serious. "I am the most fortunate of all my kind."

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His skin flushes a bit when she calls him no finer treasure, no greater gift and his smile against her skin is sheepish, chagrined as heat burns in his cheeks.

"You make your husband feel things that he has never felt before," he mutters quietly. "Every time I think that my mind has been through the gamut of emotions, you surprise me with another layer, lighting another facet of love and unlocking more self-worth."

His wings flare slightly as she teases his feathers with her fingers.

"I think that is just proof that we belong together."

[brave_kreyu]

"So long as they are good things, I am quite proud that I can do that for you," she replies. Her smile is soft, warm.

His wings flaring make her heart and her breath quicken, reminds her of when they courted in the air, played chase.

"Yes, more proof. Not that we need it, since that night under the stars." When he found a missing piece of himself in her.

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There is a surge of Light in his energy that she may be able to sense when she mentions 'that night', a rush of positive emotions hitting him - aided in part by the fact that he is already riding a Karma rush from the overwhelming positive nature of the day's activities.

"It is not needed," he agrees. "But it is appreciated, to solidify the truth I know in my soul."

He presses a kiss to her chest over her heart.

"You should be proud. You have healed many parts of me that I did not even know were broken. I am grateful for it."

[brave_kreyu]

"And you have healed me, my love." She moves the fingers on one hand from his wings to his hair. "I feel as though our souls called to each other, across the Void. That some part of you heard my heart, was called to me."

She shivers a little under his kiss, wondering where else his lips might choose to wander.

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"That moment I opened my eyes and found myself wandering in the desert...I thought that I was lost, hopelessly lost." Skellig gratefully tips his head towards her hand as she strokes it through his hair. "But the longer I have been by your side, the more I have come to realize that I was not lost at all. I was right where I was meant to be, with you."

Her touches to his wings and his hair are encouragement to continue his explorations of her body - this means that he sinks a little lower with his kisses, allowing his lips and tongue to trace over the swell of her breasts, worship her nipples, alternating attention between each of them as to work up her arousal without overstimulation.

[brave_kreyu]

"Was lonely without you, so very lonely," she breathes.

When he starts to trace the swell of her breasts, she puts both hands in his hair, tugs just a little. "Yes, oh yes," she moans as he rubs her nipple with his tongue.

Then he moves to the other nipple, kisses and sucks and she makes a breathless noise of pleasure. "Such sweet worship from your mouth, your hands."

She tugs on his hair, still gentle, her voice drops low. "Is your goddess making you hard already, my love? Making you ache to fill me with your cock?"

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"It is the loneliness that is the hardest to erase," he mutters, voice rough. (He may be speaking from personal experience, but it also applies to the few remaining echoes that are scattered throughout her space. Their space.) "But never will either of us ever be lonely again."

Even if they are not standing side by side - because he knows there will be moments when one of them may have to do things on their own, be it mundane chores or official business - neither of them will be alone. Not with the connection they have, their bond unbreakable.

He reaches a hand between their bodies, pushing aside more of her robe - and allowing his fingertips to skim over her waist and hip.

"I am aching," he admits, though there is no shame in his voice, just desire and want. "It is probably a good thing I am still wearing this kilt, or I might have buried myself inside of you already..." Not that it would be a bad thing, for that to happen. But he is enjoying the foreplay. "I may need your help to undress me, if you would..."

[brave_kreyu]

"Never again," she echoes.

Her smile turns to one of slightly wicked delight. "Gladly," she purrs.

Deft hands work at his kilt for a little while, then pull it aside and off of his body.

"So very lovely," she whispers.

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Now that he is naked and free of the kilt, he presses his groin against her upper thigh, letting her understand just how turned on he already is.

"All your doing," he murmurs, rubbing his cock lightly against her skin. "You make me feel this way. Just from your touch and the images you put into my mind when you speak to me..."

He glances up at her, eyes glinting slightly in the low light of the room.

"And now that I do not have to worry about causing a scene, I can replay the image of you in the dress...over and over again."

[brave_kreyu]

She likes feeling him rub his cock against her like that.

Her own eyes glint a little. "What would you have done earlier, if you didn't have to worry so much about causing a scene?" she asks, voice low. "Find an alcove where you could see me, but not be seen? Put a hand in your mouth to muffle your cries, stroke yourself to completion with the other?"

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A hard shudder works down his spine at that image as it plays out in his head.

"I am very good at hiding," he grunts softly, slipping one of his hands between her legs, tracing the henna that he knows still remains on the inside of her thigh, even if it has faded a bit. "Keeping the attention away from me. I would have found someplace to hide. An alcove...a rooftop...an abandoned window ledge..."

He smirks. "Nudge people if I had to, but my focus would be on you...and my hand on my cock, picturing instead it was your mouth wrapped around me."

[brave_kreyu]

She moans softly in pleasure as he traces the henna on her skin, soft and so very sensitive to his touch. "Something to try next time, perhaps," she purrs.

"How would I be, in your mind's eye?" she asks, voice low and rough with want. "On my knees before you in that dress? Tasting you oh so delicately, most of my attention on the head of your cock? Or would I take all of you deep in my throat, perhaps wrap my lips around the base of your cock and suck?"

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Skellig whines under his breath, his fingertips curling slightly against the inside of her thigh, pressing firmly against her skin as another shudder runs across his body. He tips his head towards the hand of hers that is still in his hair, encouraging her to keep stroking through it.

"Delicately," he mutters. "Your tongue is so good, love it when you tease me. And that way I could...could arch my hips," he presses himself closer to her. "Not hurt you."

[brave_kreyu]

She works her fingers through his hair, tugs gently. "So pretty when you arch your hips," she tells him.

"Glad you like my tongue, feels good to me too, stroking you with it."

"There are dragons who can use their tongue like another limb, prehensile. Never tried to copy that before, but now I'm wondering if I could wrap my tongue around your entire cock. If I could manipulate every inch of it like it was my fingertips while I had it wrapped around you."

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With that thought in his mind, his brain momentarily falters - but not necessarily in a negative way. Not in the slightest. He swallows hard, working his throat silently.

"...we might have to test that theory." A pause, before he adds an important clarification. "Not tonight, and perhaps...not on my cock, first."

He works his hand a little higher between her legs, fingertips pressing against the edges of her cunt, stroking gently.

"But if you could...imagine how fast you could get me to come for you," he moans softly. "Just with your tongue around my cock."

[brave_kreyu]

"Not tonight," she agrees, "and not on anywhere so delicate at first." (Sadly, the experiment will produce either ENTIRELY too much spit or a VERY dry mouth in a hurry. But it's an appealing IDEA.)

She moans, arches toward him as he strokes gently. "So long as it wasn't too fast for you to enjoy it properly, I would be fine with you coming very quickly indeed."