OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

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Kreyu has gathered plenty of henna and even woad, a blue dye, for some experiments with designs on Skellig's skin.

"The blue would look lovely on you, I think," she remarks. "Your fairer skin would show it off quite well. Though I am far more experienced in applying henna."

She's gathered bits and pieces of designs to look at for inspiration. Celtic style knots, viking style abstract patterns and stylized beasts, the mandala and floral type designs he's admired on her, and more.

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His blush spreads when she mentions she would be eager to teach him even if she had no need for the energy, his heartrate quickens a bit, because (as he realizes) that means that she wants him.

(Him! While she is a goddess and he is simply the one born-winged, the outcast, the one they whisper about and tell stories of. She wants him, and that is exciting and makes him anxious all at once.)

"I promise," he says softly. "I would ask the same of you."

He bites his lower lip gently (he is nearly fully wrapped in the spell and the story now, the threads having grabbed hold of him firmly, the parallels are just too similar to ignore) and glances at her lap. "I would not hurt you, if I did so?"

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Perhaps even a goddess can be an outcast. Are there other gods that keep her company or must she live such a lonely existence?

"I promise," she replies, voice soft and gentle. She is relieved that he has made the promise, and pleased that he has asked the same of her.

"Not at all," she assures him. "I am sturdier than I appear to be. And it would bring me pleasure to have you so close."

(She is wrapped in the story too, the threads having firmly grabbed a hold of her.)

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The more important factor in all of this is which circulates in his mind is that she is fully naked, and he is just in a kilt - should he shed his kilt? is it too forward of him to do so? clearly nudity of not a concern of hers, but should it be of his? - and so he is...momentarily stuck as to what exactly he should do.

But she is wanting him on her lap.
And he needs to move eventually (it is not like he expects her to disappear into thin air, but what if she changes her mind?) so he nods, moves closer to her.

"Would you have me disrobe, Goddess?"

(There - he will ask, and accept whatever direction she gives him. It might be cheating a bit to put all the 'control' in her hands in this moment but he is so very scattered mentally that it will help pull him back to focus.)

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"I would have you do whatever you would be more comfortable with," she tells him, smiling. "Although disrobing might save cleaning of your clothing later."

Considering she intends to make him come and it might approach more rapidly than either of them is expecting.

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"I feel safe with you," he says honestly - and while 'safe' is not necessarily the same as 'comfortable', the meaning behind his words should be enough to reassure her. "I always have, in these woods."

His kilt is shed and he settles himself on her lap without further preamble, wrapping his arms loosely around her body as it just makes sense to do so. His heartbeat (he already 'runs' a touch fast, right now it is practically racing) is erratic and she can probably feel it in his fingertips as he touches her skin.

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His heart is racing so fast!

She smiles reassuringly. "There we go. May I kiss you?"

When she has his answer, she presses her lips against his, soft, gentle, as she wraps her arms around him. She will let him set the pace.

(Such a treasure they have scorned, cast aside! She is tempted to keep him just for herself, let them weep when they realize what they have lost!)

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His mouth against hers is only awkward for the first few moments as they kiss - though his mind is firmly entrenched in the spell and the story that they have woven with this 'practice' ritual, his muscle memory takes over and she will notice a wave of 'calm' sweep over his senses, his nervous energy becoming less 'spiky' as he relaxes into the kiss and her touch.

This is Kreyu, this is your partner, your mate, you are safe here, you always have been.

His movements do not fully reflect his inner self, as he moves to settle his hands on her waist, fingers skating nervously over her ribcage. Her breasts are so very close to his hands and he wants so badly to touch her...

(His heartbeat picks up again, as do the nerves.)

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"You may touch me however you like," she whispers as they break for air. "And it would feel good for me, your hands on my breasts as we kiss." Not reading his mind so much as his hands skating nervously over her ribcage.

"Learn how they feel in your hands as you touch them, explore them to your heart's content."

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His focus is solely on working to please the Goddess, to make up for the hurt that his tribe has inflicted upon her, to please her in any way possible in an effort to 'fix' things. (This mindset of his will shift the further they get into this exploration, but it may take some time and encouragement.) So when she asks for him to touch her, to bring her pleasure... he will obey!

There is only minimal hesitation in his motions as he leans in for another kiss and moves his hands higher on her body, cupping her breasts gently as they kiss, allowing his fingers to explore and tease her nipples, moves his palms to knead softly against the flesh.

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The Goddess moans in pleasure at his touch, his kneading and teasing of her nipples! It's been so very long since any touch other than her own has brought her pleasure, not since the Sun betrayed her and broke her heart!

"Feels so good," she breathes against his mouth, then kisses him again. She tests the waters a little, daring to deepen the kisses just a bit. One hand wanders to his collarbones, the other teases a little where it is resting at his waist.

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She can dare to push the boundaries and intensify things however she would wish to - he would not protest a thing from her, in this moment (something that does fall into the grey area of control and power, but it will not be a concern here and now) with how good she is making him feel with her kisses and her hands on his skin.

His collarbones have always been sensitive and this is no exception; when her fingertips trace over them he swallows back a pleasured groan, breath hitching hard in his lungs.

"Please," he begs, his voice a little desperate (now that he knows that touch from another can bring such feelings and emotions racing through his mind, he finds he wants more of it) and ragged. "Kiss me again, like that?"

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"Make as much noise as you like," she purrs. "It helps me know I'm doing a good job pleasing you, my dear."

For all they have never met face to face before, he is so very dear to her. So eager to understand her mysteries, to explore the forest. His existence has been company when she has been so VERY lonely.

His tone, his words, make her eyes darken with want, make her shiver with pleasure. She does as he asks, kisses him 'like that' while she strokes both of his collarbones with her hands. Slow, lingering, meticulous exploration of what gives him the most pleasure.

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His response to her touch and her kiss is to whimper eagerly into her mouth - that is nice, very nice to feel her fingertips running over his skin in such a manner - and he takes a hint of charge, using his own energy to deepen the kiss; allow his tongue to wrestle with hers.

(Oh, he has dreamed of this for so long - not with her exactly, for he has had no image of her in his mind to play out this scene - but the visuals do not truly matter in this moment, her mouth on his, their hands exploring each other's bodies with such pleasure.)

His skin is twitching beneath her touches as she traces lines on his chest, and it is not the only thing 'twitching' between their bodies as his arousal stirs, heat pooling in his stomach and his groin, causing him to shift and squirm a bit on her lap.

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She's pleased at him taking a hint of charge, 'rewards' him with a deepening kiss, her tongue teasing his and with one hand moving farther down his chest to tease a nipple.

"That's it, let your body do as it pleases, Skellig. Going to make you feel so very good, my dear," she pants between kisses.

(She has been tempted so many times over the years to see if she could slip into his dreams, speak with him that way. And, though she feels guilty about it, she's dreamed about doing more with him in HIS dreams than TALKING.)

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"You already are," he admits with a laugh, voice a bit breathless with a hint of the nerves creeping in once again as he strokes his hands over her body - running his fingertips from her breasts to her stomach to settle at her hips, making notes of the way that she moves in response to his touches.

(He already knows all of the ways to drive her wild, but this feels truly like it is the first time he has touched her, touched anyone in this manner.)

"And I am. I...I don't think I could stop anything my body is doing, Goddess," he adds, with another laugh. "It all feels so good."

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The noises of pleasure she makes as he moves his hands might spur his arousal even more. "And you are making me feel so good, Skellig," she tells him.

She moves a hand down to his belly, slowly traces the lines she dyed on his skin earlier, the blue a clear path to follow. The other hand touches his wings, ever so gentle. "Such lovely feathers," she croons. "So soft compared to mine." Her wings rustle, 'reach' out to wrap around him.

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Many others have touched his feathers before: children, curious as he grew up alongside them, wondering if those of their 'friend' were truly the same as birds, comparing feathers he would drop when molting to those found in the wild (or plucked off the evening's hunt before it was roasted upon the fire). Adults, who would stare at him, poke and prod and debate for hours about if he was a beast or perhaps something greater, nobody could ever seem to decide...

But their touches were not the same as her touches.

Instinctively, his first reaction as she touches his wings is to pull away - but it is brief, quickly replaced by his reassurance that he is alright - and he arches his body slightly to lean into her as she wraps her wings around him, pressing his shoulder into her feathers.

"Yours are lovely also," he breathes. And oh, her hand is right there on his stomach, tracing the bird 'tattoo' he carries upon his skin - so close to other parts of his anatomy that are begging for her attention. "I have...I believe I have found a few of your feathers, before, while walking these woods."

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"I am glad you find them lovely," she tells him. "I, I had hoped you would find them," she admits as she strokes his stomach, shifts her wings where his shoulders are pressed against them to tease. (She will give her attention to those other parts of his anatomy in a minute!)

"I did not wish to intrude uninvited, but you have been good company all the same." If he's not too distracted by what's going on, he might hear the loneliness in her voice, see it in her eyes for a moment, before she pushes it back.

She leans in to whisper in his ear, voice low and rough with want. "A bit wicked of me, perhaps, but I want to take your cock in my hands. Make you feel so good that you will imagine my hands on your cock every time you bring yourself to release from now on."

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His distraction is somewhat of a hinderance when it comes to picking up on her subtle hint of loneliness, but it isn't fully lost on him - after all, when he has also found himself so very lonely at times, it is easier to feel it when she speaks.

There was something else he was going to say, in response to her comment about not wanting to intrude upon him - he might have been startled, but he would not have minded - but then she speaks of her hands taking hold of his cock, and everything in his mind promptly and rapidly evaporates.

"...you can be as wicked as you would like," he mutters, voice breaking roughly (once he manages to find it again from wherever it ran off to) as a shudder runs down his spine. "I would not, not object. Please."

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He might remember what he was going to say later. Maybe a lot later.

Her smile is playful as she reaches for the oil glands in her wings, expresses some onto her fingers. "Will feel so much better with a little lubrication," she tells him. She wraps her fingers loosely around his cock. "So hard for me already," she purrs, pleased. "Come whenever and however you like, my dear."

Whenever might be a problem, particularly if no one else has ever touched him like this before. The preening oil will help a bit with his 'staying power', but she knows how to stroke him JUST RIGHT for all that the strokes are slow....

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Everything is leading him closer to finding his release - he is grateful for her added 'assistance' with lubrication, moaning happily as she touches him - it all feels so good, everything she is doing to him. He will not last long, but he does want to last at least a bit longer, enjoy all of this.

(He would not expect a second round to be blessed upon him by the Goddess, he might hope for it but he is not expecting it.)

With his adrenaline coursing through his body and the connections he is feeling with his energy and hers, this sacred spring and this forest that surrounds them...he is lucky to last as long as he does, to enjoy a few moments of her stroking and teasing at his cock with her fingertips and hand before he buries his face in the crook of her neck.

"Please, Goddess, please..." he begs, unabashed and unashamed as he comes, spilling over her hand as she strokes him through his climax.

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There is no reason for him to be abashed or ashamed, in Kreyu's opinion. She makes soothing and encouraging nonsense sounds as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, holds him close with the hand that isn't stroking his cock.

She won't stop stroking until he's done or he becomes too sensitive to want her touch. She's rather worked up herself, especially after bringing him to climax! Nowhere near enough to come, but more than enough to make her ACHE with want. She will be patient, especially as she has no idea how long Skellig will need to recover or if he can tell just how worked up she is right now.

"There now, my dear Skellig. Just breathe for a bit, darling," she says, soft.

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With the overwhelming amount of energy that is practically vibrating through his body right now, he should be allowed some grace when it comes to noticing how worked up she is - he will focus his attention on her in a moment, but for now he just needs a moment to catch his breath, settle his nerves.

(He might be clinging to her just a bit, with her hand stroking over the back of his neck as he pants, desperate to regain his bearings.)

"Better...better than just my own hands," he finally quips, once he can remember how to talk again.

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She will gladly extend him every grace, let him cling to her as long as he needs. She keeps stroking the back of his neck, soothing, grounding.

She chuckles, low, amused and pleased. "I'm glad. A most successful first lesson." She discreetly wipes the hand she was stroking him with off on some leaves. "Better than I had dreamed it would be for both of us."

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"I will be ready for my next lesson in just...just a few moments."

Once clarity has filtered back into his senses, he turns his head and presses his lips against her neck, soft and a little cautious. "Will work to give you whatever energy you would need and desire, Goddess. Try to do my best, at least." He knows he has to learn (why does this all seem so new and fresh to him?) "I would have you show me."

He is so very eager to please, to pleasure her!