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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Skellig is confused by the familiar feeling of her scales - but this is not like any creature that he has seen before? How could this be something his brain seems to recognize? He is not certain...

He strokes his fingertips gently over the scales, then shakes his head softly. "I would not be troubled. I am honored by any form you wish to appear in, Goddess."

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Kreyu rolls her shoulders and her wings vanish. "I shall permit myself to be a little greedy, take more of the sensation of your feathers on my skin than I would have in the shape of my soul.

She chuckles slightly when he says he is honored by any form she wishes to appear in. "Such a sweet treasure you are." She cups his face with her non-clawed hand, lets the 'changed' hand revert back to normal. "I grow more and more tempted to keep you all for myself."

Her voice drops low, sultry. "Would you like that, Skellig? Belonging to me alone?"

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He brings his wings around her body, wrapping them 'snug' but still leaving room for airflow and movement. This way, he can shift them, stroke over her bare shoulders and back with his feathers.

"I would commit myself to you as yours," he says readily.

A pause.

"To be honest, it is not as if...it is not as if I have had any admirers previously," he admits. "So while the competition would not be great, I would devote myself as one of yours."

(The idea that he would be HER only lover has not even crossed his mind - because she is a Goddess! Clearly she must have many at her beck and call!)

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She shivers at the sensation of his feathers against her skin, moans in pleasure at the feel of them. "So very soft, but even better than I imagined."

Joy floods her being at his response, and desire. "Then I would have you, Skellig. Have you be mine."

She places a hand over his heart, wraps her other arm around him and kisses him hard. She's careful, so careful, not to hurt him, but there's a feeling of primal NEED, wildness, in her kiss.

"Until today, it had been decades since I had gotten any relief other than at my own hands," she tells him, eyes dark. She mouths at his neck. "Invisible to mortals, shunned by the other gods, all alone."

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Decades?

That is longer than he has even been alive. That is much longer than the thoughts of finding pleasure, enjoying release, desires of partners and sex and all that surrounds it have even filtered through his mind.

And she wants HIM.

Skellig groans into her kiss, his heartbeat kicking up a notch as the thrill courses through his body; when they break he slides a hand between their bodies and settles it between her legs, teasing the edges of her arousal with his fingertips - she's still wet and wanting him, he's not quite ready himself yet but he has other options.

"Won't have to use your own hands again, unless you want to," he mutters firmly in her ear, as he slips two fingers into her heat, thumbs at her clit. "Never will I shun you. My Goddess."

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His groan and racing heart spur her own arousal.

"Skellig", she moans as he slips two fingers inside of her. "Yours," she gasps. It feels so good, his fingers, his feathers, his voice in her ear. She rocks her hips against his fingers, just a little.

"Could come on your fingers, then come on your cock?" she offers, pleads. "Women can often, often recover faster than men."

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"So I am learning," he muses playfully. With the hand that is not currently 'busy', he strokes over her shoulder, trailing his fingers up and down her spine as he sets a lazy, easy rhythm of 'thrusting' which matches the way she's rocking her hips towards his hand.

"You can set the pace," he adds. "Though I should caution you..."

He leans in and presses a kiss to her skin below her ear, before he drops his voice a little deeper. "...once I have you mounted on my cock, I plan on making sure you know just how good you make me feel...so you may want to go easy this round."

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She exhales, rough and ragged with want as he strokes over her shoulder, trails his fingers up and down her spine.

She shivers, chuckling low at his 'warning'. "In that case, I will take my time riding your fingers."

"So good," she gasps. The slow, lazy, rhythm is winding her up slowly, not putting much strain on her body.

She doesn't speed up as she can feel the pleasure building, not this time. He can tell she's close though, by her heart, the myriad of pleasured sounds she's making, by how the muscles of her cunt are quivering around his fingers.

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"My beautiful goddess," he whispers gently. "Never before in even my most vivid dreams, have I ever come close to picturing this..."

He presses a flurry of kisses to her neck and throat, nips the underside of her jaw playfully as he works at coaxing her closer and closer to her climax; this one builds gently, but he 'listens' to her heart, her sounds, the tension in her body as she grows nearer to finding her release.

"Never before have I felt such a connection as this one between us," he says. "Never did I even understand what this--"

He feels her body tighten around him and he pauses his speech to allow her a moment to focus on the feelings in her body as she comes - once she's relaxed a little he continues. "--what this could feel like. And I am so very, very grateful to be yours."

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She soaks up his attention, his worship, lets it fill places inside her heart, her mind, that are achingly empty.

"Nor have I," she confesses. "Never been anyone like you before, not for me."

She leans in to kiss him, run a hand over his belly. "I am a small goddess in the grand scheme of things, for all that I loom large in the lives of your people."

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"While to others you may be a small goddess, to me you are the only Goddess," he points out, shivering as her hand grazes his stomach, so very close to his cock. "And I am yours. Your lover, your partner, your mate."

He grins widely, reaching down for her hand, bringing it up to rest on his chest.

"Your heart."

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"Mine," she breathes against his lips. She flexes her fingers on his chest, grins. "My heart."

"Would my heart like me to ride his cock?" she asks, mischief in her eyes. She noticed that shiver when her hand grazed his stomach.

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Nodding slowly (yet eagerly) his grin shifts to match hers, mischievous and playful (and just a bit naughty) as he steals another kiss.

"Your heart would like that very much," he says, not-quite-begging but awfully close.

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She takes her other hand, strokes his cock once, slowly. Then, she maneuvers to align their bodies, slide slowly onto him.

She moans softly as she takes the head of his cock inside of her. "You feel even better this time," she purrs. Slow, so slow, she sinks down all the way onto him. She sighs in satisfaction as she takes him to the hilt. "You fill me up just right, my heart."

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Having her settled atop him is enough to nearly send him over the edge, but he manages to pull himself back and focus on the moment - after all, he promised her that he would try to make her come three times when it was his turn to do so, and he intends to stick to that promise if he is able.

Bringing his wings up around their bodies, he wraps them snugly around her back.

"Like we were destined for each other."

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She shivers at the feeling of his wings wrapped snugly around her, wraps her own arms around his lower back, presses her body up against him as much as she can.

It feels so very RIGHT to have him all around her, to be wrapped up in him, in ways that aren't just physical.

"Perhaps we were made for each other," she muses aloud. "Two puzzle pieces that only fit with one another."

"How does it make you feel, me being like this with you?" she whispers in his ear. He could show her, perhaps.

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"It makes me feel as if I am...as if I am watching the stars, and while there are groupings of them I am familiar with, it is as if I have discovered an entirely new set by which to navigate..."

He arches his body towards hers, shifts his hips beneath her, starts to move a little bit.

"...and while I would be scared of losing my way, with you...I am not scared, because I know I am not lost. I am right where I am meant to be, with you." He turns his head, presses his lips to her earlobe, kissing softly as he breathes in the scent of her. "My Goddess."

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"Stars. Yes, so many stars upon your heart." Bits and pieces of things are 'breaking through' the story of the spell now.

She moans in pleasure as he starts to move and she moves with him. "My Skellig, my Mate," she gasps as he breathes in her scent. "You feel so good all around me, inside me." She kisses his neck. "Feathers like silk, teasing, cool across my skin. Your cock blood hot and firm, solid, as you move inside of me."

"Want you to have your way with me, take me," she whispers against his lips. Then, she kisses him, hot, hungry, and wild.

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There is not much he has to say when she kisses him like that, leaving no question as to her intentions and her desires as to what she'd like him to do with her. Having her on top of him is an adjustment he has to make, but somehow they manage to figure it out; perhaps it is muscle memory triggered by the emotions and the arousal that are coursing through his veins.

"Will take you," he groans happily, reaching up to run his fingers through his wing, finding a feather that is loose enough to easily pull free - then he leans back slightly and brings his hand near her breast, using that feather to tease at her nipple, biting his lower lip as she reacts to his touches.

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She gasps in surprise as the feather teases her nipple, wriggles in pleasure. Which makes his cock shift inside of her, prompting MORE pleasure.

"Clever darling," she pants. "Going to, going to have me writhing on your cock."

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"Part of my plan," he mutters, laughing low and 'wicked' as he nips playfully at her neck, eliciting another gasp from her. "Start to rebuild your energy levels, going to take a lot of effort on my part..."

With her arms wrapped around him and steadying her body, it allows him to put the hand that is not toying with the feather at her waist, prompting gently for her to rise and fall on his cock - driving herself onto him in a steady rhythm he knows that he will be able to maintain (and also take up a notch in short order once things get a bit more frisky) and that brings them both pleasure.

He shifts his attentions with the feather to her other breast - wouldn't do to be unfair, after all.

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She laughs, low. "A lot of effort," she agrees. "But you will be well compensated with pleasure."

Words are becoming more and more difficult. "So good," she gasps. Little pants, noises of pleasure as she rides him.

Her hands toy with his lower back, exploring.

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(One 'version' of his 'self' will carry scars there, both visible upon his skin and unseen from damage at the hands of others who wished to harm him, mock him, wound him for simply being who he is. This version does not, and it is a good thing in this instance.)

Her touch against his lower back is a delight, and he rolls his hips towards her, groaning loudly as she teases her fingers along the edges of his spine; that is a sensitive spot, and one he enjoys very much.

"A most, most generous goddess," he stammers. "You give me so much pleasure."

Words are difficult, and so is thought, his mind swirling as his arousal builds and his focus narrows to the things she is making him feel, the way his body responds to her touches and how she reacts to his.

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Goddess and dragon would both want to tear those who did him harm to pieces with bloody enthusiasm. Another thing they have in common.

She works at those sensitive spots, wants to drive him wild! She knows she's getting closer, can feel the pleasure winding tighter.

The world has narrowed to just the two of them, the roll of their hips, their touches, their sounds, the energy building between them. Pleasure, power, life.

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He can sense that she is getting close to finding her release, using the indications he has picked up on after their first few rounds of pleasuring one another - very helpful in so many ways - and he also knows that he is close to losing himself to his own release, and likely sooner than she will attain hers.

"Don't stop, please," he says, pleading a little as she teases his lower back, runs her hands up and down his spine, around the front of his stomach, tracing the patterns drawn on his stomach of the bird - how did that get there - and his hips. "Please, Goddess. I'm..."

I'm so close he 'says' to her without speaking, burying his face in her neck, kissing her wherever he can reach. But I don't want to leave you wanting. Please, oh please, I need...need you, want you...