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]

"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!

[27_53]

Skellig mimics her and fetches his own linen 'washcloth' and applies soap and water, and starts to clean himself up. The scent is QUITE familiar - has he smelled it before, walking the forest as she followed him? Or is it one he has seen brought back from the city or that has been traded with a neighbor tribe?

(They have never asked or allowed him to go to meetings, for his own "safety" should someone try to snatch him away for their own... at least that is what they've told him. Nevermind he can out-spar most men his age.)

He isn't sure. But it is a lovely scent.
And she wanted to catch HIS attention? That also boggles his mind, just a bit.

[brave_kreyu]

It might be both. The neighboring tribes offer tribute to her too, especially if they dare to go very deep into the forest!

She can tell that her confession has boggled him a bit. "I have wanted you in many ways for quite some time, I could not resist the temptation. I had hoped that even if meeting me in the flesh frightened you into fleeing, the memory of my body might tempt you into coming back."

It doesn't take too long to clean up and dry off. "I probably SHOULD get dressed again," she muses aloud. "If only to give you the pleasure of undressing me later, should you want to," she adds, her grin slightly wicked.

[27_53]

Standing naked in front of her, rinsing the scent of sex from his skin, and she mentions not only that she has wanted him for quite some time but she then follows up with the image of allowing him to undress her body later?

Seriously?!

The flush that blazes across his skin is vibrant even in the afternoon sunlight.

"I, I... yes, want to." His voice is stammering just a little. "Yes."

[brave_kreyu]

She looks quite pleased at his response. She thinks he's especially adorable when he flushes like that, but she doesn't comment on it.

She carefully dries herself off, then unfolds a green chiton. It's short, only knee length, held together at the shoulders with golden pins. She checks her reflection in the water, then she carefully takes some of the wildflowers from his offering, weaves them into her hair.

[27_53]

Once he finishes cleaning himself off, he moves and fetches his kilt and wraps it around his waist - it is just simple linen, not nearly as fine a cloth as she is wearing. He almost feels inadequate when he glances at her again, but he pushes the doubt in his mind away.

She wants YOU, Skellig. She meant that, when she said it. She has seen you as you have walked these woods.

Finding his voice is a challenge.

"You are lovely," he finally manages.

[brave_kreyu]

Her smile broadens at his compliment, her wings flaring just a little. "So are you, Skellig," she tells him.

She takes his hands in her own, leads him to a location not all that far from where they lay together earlier. She retrieves two containers from their hiding places and pulls an amphora of watered wine from where it was cooling in the water.

The food is simple fare: smoked venison, tasty roots that have been roasted in fat and then cooled, in season berries, and nuts that have been dipped in honey and then allowed to dry. The cups she pours the well watered wine into are sturdy things, plain. "I am glad I brought enough for two, I must have been feeling optimistic this morning."

[27_53]

"I am grateful for your optimistic nature," he says, appreciative. "This is a greater spread than I could have asked for in charity."

He settles down on the grass beside her with his wine in hand. "Especially when our tribe has been... not keeping up with our portion of the trade." His tone is slightly apologetic, as he does feel bad.

[brave_kreyu]

"My heart does not want you to go back to them at all," she tells him. "But if you were my intermediary with them when it was necessary, it would be much easier for me to communicate to them what I need."

[27_53]

"They would likely think that I had gone mad, even if all I told them was that you had revealed yourself to me and chosen me to go between us," he says, voice a little sarcastic. "Nevermind if I mentioned any of our other activities."

He is torn - others have disappeared into the forest, deep into these woods, never seen again. On the other hand...his tribe is the only family he has ever known, even if none of them are his true 'kind'.

His fingers tighten on the cup, ever so slightly. This is not a decision he wishes to make now. He wants to enjoy this meal and her company, the rest can wait.

[brave_kreyu]

She nods in agreement with his statement. "But we have raised enough power between us that I can afford to MAKE them see me," she tells him.

Her smile is slightly dark, sharp, for a moment. "If you decide to ever see them again, I will make VERY sure they know you are not mad and that you will carry my words to them." They had best treat him PROPERLY after that, if they know what's good for them!

[27_53]

"We can raise much more power," he offers. "Whatever you would ask for, I would help as much as I am able."

His smile in response is tight.

"It may take your persuasive nature to convince them, so I would be most grateful for it."

[brave_kreyu]

A dangerous promise to make, that one! But he's...probably safe making it to her?

"I would be glad to," she tells him, sincere. "I, I am ashamed I did not notice how they treated you long ago," she confesses.

[27_53]

"I have hidden it well, I did not wish to burden these woods with my troubles or sorrows. That is not what I wished to think about as I walked among these trees."

This forest has been his place to wander and explore, to marvel in the details of the petals on wildflowers, the crystal clear waters of the spring, the sounds of the wildlife. There is no room for negativity here.

[brave_kreyu]

"Even so," she says. She smiles, leans in to kiss him, tastes the wine on his lips.

"I have a few thoughts about what we might do once we have eaten," she offers as she finishes eating.

[27_53]

Skellig is nearly finished with his meal, nodding as she speaks. "I would be honored to hear your thoughts, Goddess."

Last bite of food swallowed, and safely washed down with some wine that is also finished. He smiles at her, eager. "Now that my strength has recovered."

[brave_kreyu]

"I thought we might kiss for a while, and then I could give you another lesson?"

"One I had originally intended to give you earlier before your skill and our circumstances convinced me to change up my lesson plan."

"You might have heard that there are other ways to bring a partner to release than ones hands, cock, or cunt?"

[27_53]

He exhales heavily and shifts a little where he is sitting, nodding gently.

"I have...yes. When there have been festivals in our camp, I know that when some of my friends have snuck off together...activities have...occurred."

His gaze flickers quickly over her lips to her throat, then wanders lower to her breasts, her torso and stomach, then lower still to her lap - before he glances back up to meet her eyes.

"That have brought great pleasure to both parties."

[brave_kreyu]

She is relieved that he has friends, that he is not completely without support! She grins. "A most pleasant form of devouring, that brings pleasure instead of harm."

"I would quite like to teach you what my lips and my tongue can do for you, my dear. And then perhaps you could show what you have learned on me?"

A thought strikes her. "Although you got to enjoy our second lesson far longer than you did the first. Would you mind a quicker lesson first, to give you a release, before my longer lesson?"

[27_53]

Would he mind?

Skellig just blinks at her, an amused expression on his features, and that familiar flush begins to rise into his cheeks.

"I... it would be a dream to be spoiled in such a manner."

Answer: No he would not mind.

[brave_kreyu]

Her grin widens, pleased and enthused about his response. "Oh good, we shouldn't even need to get undressed for this one."

"May I sit on your lap?" When he gives his answer, she straddles his lap. Her clothing gives the illusion of modesty compared to being fully naked. Her breasts and belly are hidden behind the linen of the chiton, but he can see the curves of her body through the fabric, would easily feel the heat of her should he run his hands over her form. The chiton's fabric is pushed up on her legs by her position, giving tantalizing hints of her upper thighs. The truth is that there is nothing but air between his hands and her most intimate places and nothing but the linen of his kilt between her cunt and his cock. And the fabric of his kilt can easily be moved 'out of the way'.

"Reminds me of the dream I had last night," she admits as she leans in to kiss him, soft and lingering.

[27_53]

"The dream..." His words are interrupted by her kiss, and he does not protest it as she leans in; tentatively, he snakes an arm around her midsection to pull her closer to his body.

She is the one doing the 'teaching' so he will let her lead him, but he still wants to be an active participant in the lesson!

Once they break for breath, he glances at her. "Did you dream of me?"

[brave_kreyu]

She wraps her arms around him, makes a pleased noise when he pulls her closer.

"Yes," she admits. "I dream of you most nights." She runs her hands up and down his back.

"In the dream, I had never lain with anyone before, never even managed to bring myself to release." It's not a dream that she's remembering, but her first time with Skellig! "You showed me how to please you, how to stroke your cock to make you come." She shivers in pleasure at the memory. "But before that you used your hands on me and your kisses on my mouth, my neck, my shoulders to give me my first release."