OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

[brave_kreyu]

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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[brave_kreyu]

She echoes his moan as he cups her breast, massages it. "So good. You're making me feel so good, Skellig," she gasps.

She shivers with want as he begs for her touch. She's more than happy to oblige his want, touching everywhere she can reach. She teases the lines on his chest, his belly, rubs at his nipples. She cups his ass in her hands, massages it lightly like he is doing for her breast, runs her hands up and down his spine. Any place she thinks he might enjoy being touched is fair game.

All the while, she rolls her hips to meet his thrusts. It's a good thing no one is remotely close to them in the forest, because there would be not doubt as to what is going on with the noises they are making!

[27_53]

Skellig has always been the quiet one, trying to fit in when it is already so obviously difficult to do so (because, wings) is not easy, so the fact that he is allowing himself to even MAKE this much noise is a first in itself!

But she's touching him like he asked her, begged her to, and it all feels so good.

He wants to repay her in kind; he allows his free hand to explore her body, roaming her breasts, her ribcage, sliding over her waist - then a thought strikes him and he slips that hand between their bodies, shifting the angle of his hips just slightly (moaning at the sensation as the position changes) to give his fingers better access to her arousal as he continues to thrust - but adding in his fingertips, seeking out her clit, toying and teasing once he finds it - adding another layer of stimulation to the mix. Hopefully she will approve?

[brave_kreyu]

She is a symphony of pleasured sounds as he touches her, pleasure and delight washing over him in waves.

"Yes, yes, yes!," she gasps as he shifts his angle, rubs at her clit.

Does it feel good when her internal muscles start to quiver around his cock as he thrusts in and out of her? She can't manage to get words to cooperate, to tell him that she's close to release.

It won't take much more for her body to tighten around his cock, for her to tumble over the edge with a cry of ecstasy...

[27_53]

It feels good - so very good - better than he can ever recall anything ever feeling in his short lifetime on this patch of earth - and he is so very grateful that the Goddess chose him to take on as her student, to teach these ways of pleasure.

Words are faltering as she pushes him over the edge; her release is close, but his is closer, as his control slips he is hit with an overwhelming sense of Light and pleasure that surrounds him and practically overwhelms every sense in his body.

The way he whimpers and grasps blindly at her as his climax rocks over him could be seen as desperate, if not for the underlying sense of joy and the feelings of content, of belonging, this is just right and he is so very grateful! He can hear her shouting her pleasure also, feel her body tightening around his cock, her arms and legs wrapping firmly around his body, holding him protectively, possessively. He is her treasure and she will not be sharing!

[brave_kreyu]

She's still wrapped firmly around him as they come down, firmly enough that he probably couldn't pull himself out of her if he wanted to.

She nuzzles his neck, shivers. "Best I've ever had," she murmurs against his skin. Which means that he definitely out sexed an actual god.

The effect is too subtle for human eyes to see, but the Forest has been rejuvenated, strengthened.

[27_53]

He lowers the majority of his body weight onto her, but he is making at least an effort to hold himself up on his elbows above her - however that is only until she reaches for him and pulls him closer, she wants him closer, and he doesn't fight her.

Vaguely her words register in his mind, but it takes him a moment before he regains enough self-awareness to even remember where his tongue is, let alone how to use it...

"Best?" He is a bit surprised, but there is just the barest hint of pride, of 'smug' underlying his tone. "Really?"

This is so very perfect here in the forest, he allows one hand to spread out against the ground, curling his fingers softly into the grass - there is a hint of something he does not understand that has changed, but he can feel it.

[brave_kreyu]

"Really," Kreyu replies, smug.

"Raised enough energy to rejuvenate the forest," she tells him as he curls his fingers into the grass. "And gave me enough energy that I can MAKE the tribe see me for a little while if you decide you want to go back to them."

[27_53]

"Best." His heart is still slightly racing in his chest, his lungs working to pull in steady breaths as he returns back to 'normal', slowly. "Wanted. Wanted me."

That is still slightly mind-boggling, but he's accepting it for now.

He shifts his body to get comfortable, and the dull ache of soreness that comes after some really great sex starts to settle into his muscles - he groans softly, pleasured, because all of his nerve endings are still ramped up with arousal despite how tired he is.

"Don't...don't want to decide now," he adds, pressing his lips against her neck, lingering with slow, slightly 'drunk' kisses between his words. "Just want t'stay with you. Can...can I stay? Please?"

[brave_kreyu]

"You can stay as long as you want," she says, voice soft. "I, I was afraid you wouldn't want to." Blame the god of the Sun for that one!

She strokes his back as she enjoys his kisses. "Wanted you for a while. I kept dreaming about slipping into YOUR dreams, talking to you there. And more than talking." She flushes. "Would ache so with want when I woke up that I had to give myself some relief with my fingers."

She's hoping he doesn't find that disturbing, disgusting, or weird.

[27_53]

His skin flushes as she mentions how she has wanted him for quite some time, how she has wanted to speak to him, to touch him in his dreams, and how she has been left wanting and having to pleasure herself...

The image that is put into his head is of her kneeling in front of him, working herself to orgasm with just her fingertips, rocking steady and moaning his name.

"...oh," he says softly, a pleased shiver rippling down his spine. "That...I am...honored, that you felt that strongly."

[brave_kreyu]

His mental image is more accurate than he knows.

"I should have taken the risk, spoken to you when you were awake. Would have eased our loneliness far sooner."

"We can nap here, if you like? Wash up and have a meal when we wake?" She thinks she is soft enough and warm enough for him to rest comfortably upon?

[27_53]

"I would like that," he murmurs softly, a yawn catching him by surprise. "I am not too heavy?"

(He is lighter than most males of his size regardless, thanks to the 'owl' part of his being...)

Skellig snuggles closer to her regardless of her response - they will find a position that works here upon the grass, protected and secluded.

[brave_kreyu]

"Not at all," she tells him. "You feel nice, comforting, sprawled on top of me." Perhaps in part because his weight on her is proof that he hasn't left her, isn't out breaking her heart, though she's not consciously aware of that.

He is falling asleep in Kreyu's arms, the Goddess's arms! Surely, out of all the possibilities he considered when he set out this morning, this wasn't one of them? And yet, it feels RIGHT, as if this is exactly where he is supposed to be.

They drift off to sleep, safe, sound, wrapped up in one another. Her scent is in his nose, her breath and her heartbeat in his ears, the warmth of her body under his.

[27_53]

Never in his WILDEST of dreams and fantasy scenarios did this occur...

(It is so nice to not be lonely, for once...)

The sun has shifted towards the other side of the forest, colors changing as the light goes from morning to afternoon. Once he starts to stir in her embrace, a hint of disbelief running through his mind when he 'realizes' that it is not just another dream that has occured; she is still here, still with him.

Very sleepy and still sore from their earlier escapades, he stretches his body and sighs, content.

[brave_kreyu]

She feels him shift, opens her eyes, and he can hear her heart lurch in surprise. "Oh, you're real!" she says, voice soft. "I didn't dream you this time." She runs her fingers through his hair, so gentle, so careful, as if she is afraid he'll disappear and she'll be all alone again. (So very lonely again.)

[27_53]

The smile that spreads across is face is genuine, as well as a hint bashful.

"I thought the same," he admits.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, low, amused. "We have more in common than I thought." She kisses him on the lips, soft, gentle.

"Are you hungry?" she asks. "Thirsty?" He did get a fair amount of exercise, after all!

[27_53]

Considering her question, he nods slightly. "A bit of both," he says. "But...I would like most to kiss you, first?"

(Asking permission, and also wanting to commit her kiss to memory, in case he 'wakes up' once they move and this is all just a dream...)

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles. "I would like that."

She moves in to kiss him again. She intends for the kiss to be soft, gentle, but she could be encouraged to something stronger, deeper.

[27_53]

Skellig keeps it light at first - but his underlying energy of want creeps in after a moment and he pushes it a little deeper, taking a hint more control, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek.

This feels good, very good.

[brave_kreyu]

It does feel good! She lets him lead, but she meets his kiss with equal fervor as she runs her fingers through his hair, leans into the hand cupping her cheek.

"Could kiss you for hours," she whispers as they break to breathe.

[27_53]

"I would be so lucky, if you would."

He tips his head towards her fingers in his hair, then sighs happily - this is a beautiful moment of perfection, and one he does not wish to interrupt. But she mentioned a meal, and his body is hungry...

[brave_kreyu]

"Perhaps I will, in a bit." She smiles. "Would you like to wash up, then have a meal? I am getting a bit hungry."

And they're likely a bit...sticky after their activities earlier.

[27_53]

"If my wings get wet, I may need to preen them a bit after, or they will dry oddly." Carefully, he adjusts his body, peeling himself away from her - thankfully nothing is too firmly 'glued' together - and rising to his feet. He offers her his hand, as one should to a Goddess. "But I would be honored to both bathe and dine with you."

[brave_kreyu]

She takes his offered hand, squeezes it gently. "I think we can keep our wings dry, but if it turns out we can't, I will gladly help you preen."

She leads him over to a small side pool and moves some low branches aside to reveal a basket packed with scraps of linen and a small tin. She opens the tin and a smell that seems strangely familiar hits his nose, soap scented with cinnamon. She flushes slightly. "I don't usually go all the way into the pool, not for every day bathing, but I wanted to catch your attention."

She takes one of the pieces of fabric, wets it in the water, and then applies some of the soap to it. It will be easy enough to clean up, she thinks!