brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

"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.

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.

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."

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."

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.

"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."

"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.

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.

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."

"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.

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.

(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.

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.

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...

They come together, their release a wild, ecstatic thing, leaving them shaking and spent as the last waves of pleasure fizzle out.

The sun just touches the horizon, and the last of the spell unravels. Clarity comes back, sharp, like a punch in the gut. "Skellig! Oh, oh love, I'm so sorry." She clings to him. "The spell, I didn't. I didn't realize...."

As the spell breaks and the world shifts around them, back to the present moment, he is left momentarily stunned - still short of breath as he comes down from his release, his body still reacting in all the ways it 'should' when they've just enjoyed a wild afternoon of pleasure. But everything is just a bit out of balance, the ground beneath his body feels 'wrong' and the ley lines are briefly foreign and unfamiliar.

"Is...is okay."

He leans in close to her, eyes closed tightly as he tries to center himself, refocus on what is here, what is now, what is right.

"I am okay," he manages after what seems like several moments, but in reality is only several seconds, maybe half a minute at most. "Are you...are you okay? That is...was...stronger."

He is still vaguely dizzy.

"Too strong, I think." She nuzzles his neck. "It worked, the physical effects on the forest. But the story pulled us under far too deeply."

She huffs. "She had no right to be so possessive of you." She pauses. "Him. She had never even met him face to face."

"Him," he reaffirms. "He...he was inexperienced. I do not think I was ever...he was ever in any danger...but he was a bit blinded, by her power."

Skellig is grateful for the physical contact of her face in his neck, and reaches up to stroke her hair. After a moment of relaxing, he speaks again.

"I know that if I ever wanted to leave, you would let me," he says softly. "Not without great protest and heartbreak," he adds quickly. "But you would not bind me if I did not wish to stay."

He leans back slightly, looks at her and lifts her chin. "Not that I will ever leave, because you are my soulmate, my stars upon the sky," he whispers softly. "And I want to stay with you, completely of my own desires."

"I don't think she would have hurt HIM, but anyone she thought might try to take him away from her..." Kreyu shudders. "Some of the stories are bloody for a reason, I fear."

"And you are mine, the beat of my heart, the blood in my veins, the breath in my lungs. I would stay with you as long as you would have me."

Skellig thinks to himself: And I have seen what you have done to those who have tried to take me away from you... But he does not verbalize it, as it is an unspoken understanding - and also an entirely different situation. That is hypothetical, myth, stories from generations past. This is reality...

"Then it is settled," he mutters gently, pressing his lips to her forehead. "We are to remain together for all time." And that is that.

He sighs gently and then shifts to allow his forehead to rest against hers - he is growing exhausted, and a faint headache is pulling at the back of his skull, overexertion and after-effects of the spell beginning to creep in.

"Shall we go back to the Lair, love? I can carry you in my eagle shape, if you are weary."

"My reserves are not...they are not that low," he says quietly, reaching into his own 'self' to sense how he is truly feeling. "But I am quite weary. My mind is...I am a bit overstimulated," he admits. "I would take you up on it, if you truly do not mind and I would not be too heavy."

Nevermind the fact that he is already 'light' as it is.

It takes a few minutes to pack up what they brought with them into something that can be carried in her eagle shape, but it's not too much trouble.

The setting sun paints the golden feathers of her eagle shape with color as they soar back to the Lair. She's careful with him, so careful, as they fly. She's feeling guilty about what happened, you see.

Is the Lair starting to feel like 'home' to him by now? They arrive without incident, and she leads him to the hot spring to wash off the bits of forest clinging to them both.

Once they have passed through the wards that protect the Lair, he visibly relaxes - she will notice he is acting more comfortable as they pause at the hot spring to clean their bodies.

"The lines are making better sense again," he tells her, as he wipes himself down with a clean rag and some herbal-scented soap. "With the last spell, the one in the field we attempted here, I did not become as disoriented as I did with this one."

How long were they even in the forest? Has it truly been two (three?) days? Or did time flow differently once they entered the glade and slipped within the story and the ritual? He cannot tell, and that bothers him, vaguely.

"I am glad they are making better sense now," she says, voice soft and slightly guilty.

She flushes as she wipes the forest and sex from her thighs. "I would not have thought I COULD have that many orgasms in one long afternoon and not be sore afterward."

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