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brave_kreyu) wrote2024-07-27 01:01 pm
brave_kreyu) wrote2024-07-27 01:01 pm
OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine
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.
"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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Violet is creeping into her irises, faintly glowing. A color he knows well. (The most precious resource his tribe trades with is a mushroom just that color that grows only in the darkest and most secret places of the forest. With the Goddess so angry of late, none but Skellig have dared to gather it. Those places like a wonderful secret between himself and the Goddess.)
She looks up at him, unconsciously licks her lips, her eyes dark with want and desire. (So kind, so strong, so clever, so lovely, is her Skellig.) "Such a wonder you are, my dear, and you're all mine." There's the slightest hint of a growl in her voice.
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All of it is a thrill and a turn-on and he's not entirely sure how to react to the sensations running through his body. But instinct takes over and he starts to move against her, with her - his pace easy as he gets used to how it feels, how his body responds to all of it.
With one particular thrust and roll of her hips to meet his, a loud moan of pure pleasure escapes him, followed by another before he laughs, flush spreading to his cheeks. "Forgive... forgive me Goddess," he pants softly against her skin, pressing his lips against her throat. "You just feel... this is so good."
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She grins, wickedly. "And they make me wetter, make me want you even more."
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"Never been wanted before," he says (it isn't sad, just fact). "Never knew what it was like. This... this is..."
There are not words to describe what he is feeling, how special and real and vivid all of this is. This is AMAZING. And be it a 'gift' from the gods, but his usual stamina is holding, which means they're both going to enjoy themselves fully.
"Touch..." A pleasured gasp escapes him as another shiver runs down his spine. "Touch me, please. Anywhere. Everywhere."
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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!
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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?
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"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...
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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!
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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?"
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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.
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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."
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"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?
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(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.
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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.
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(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.
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"I thought the same," he admits.
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"Are you hungry?" she asks. "Thirsty?" He did get a fair amount of exercise, after all!
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(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...)
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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.
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This feels good, very good.
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"Could kiss you for hours," she whispers as they break to breathe.
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