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

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."

Part of him is slightly smug at her comment, but the other is vaguely bewildered - it was only an afternoon.

"I am sore," he says. "But it is not from sex. Which you are right...I had no idea I was capable of that much in such a short timespan."

He stretches his wings out and then resettles them against his back, before dipping his cloth again into the spring to refresh the water and work on getting the rest of his skin washed up.

"It was quite enjoyable, though," he adds. "Even if it did not play out exactly as we had intended."

She moves to touch him, concerned, when he says he is sore. She's not sure she dares to FIX that, after what happened earlier.

"You enjoyed it?" She seems relieved at that. "Not just physically, I mean." She flushes. "His situation, his emotions, at least before he met Her, I feared they might open old wounds."

Skellig does not shy away from her touch - he actually leans slightly into her hand - and nods slowly.

"It would be a lie to say that there no emotions stirred up that did not rekindle some unpleasant...I would not call them memories, because there is nothing...attached." He glances at her face. "But I would not hide those parts of my feelings from you anyways. I would share them with you, work to heal them with your aid."

After all, they are partners. And that is what partners do.

"I would be glad to help you with that." She gently kisses his forehead. Partners forever.

"I am...unnerved by some of the things I felt as well," she admits.

Kreyu is almost finished cleaning herself off.

Skellig also takes another few minutes to get the rest of the 'outside' off of his skin, and then once he is finished and she is as well, they make their way back to the main room.

"I think we should maybe...hydrate?"

He glances at her. "And if you are willing, would you take some of this..." He motions at himself. "I am a bit sore from just...I think it is my muscles, while I am not a stranger to the motions and positions we enjoyed... he was, and so my body did not know how to respond?"

"Hydration and perhaps a light meal would be wise," she agrees.

"Of course," she says. The pain is easy to get rid of, all things considered. "Just muscle soreness," she confirms after it is gone.

She fetches them some wine, bread, cheese, and fruit. The bed feels WONDERFUL to curl up with him in, and they can have their drinks and snacks there. Once they're settled, she flushes. "If it affected how your body responded as well as your emotions, your memory...it would seem that you experienced what it was like to have sex for the first time, in a way."

"I think you are right," he reaches for a piece of cheese, everything is within easy reach on their shared plate she's put together, and sips at his wine. "He felt...I could sense how nervous he was, the longing and desires rippling through his system."

Skellig might be cuddling just a touch closer than he 'usually' does with her.

"And it definitely... felt as if I had nothing to base my, his actions on," he adds. "It was her guidance taking the lead."

Kreyu is perfectly fine with close cuddling!

"I have wished that I could have been your first," she confesses. "That you would have never known a lover that did not accept, desire, ALL of you."

"Perhaps that is part of why the story pulled me in so deeply." She sips some of the wine. "I didn't want you to be afraid, wanted to give you pleasure, wanted to teach you as you taught me." She runs her fingers through his hair. "She wanted not to frighten you, him, too. Wanted his pleasure and her own with a ravenous intensity."

"I mean technically..."

Skellig is quiet for a long moment as he contemplates a few thoughts that are running through his mind - and his distraction is not due to the fact that she has her fingers running through his hair in the way he loves so much - before he speaks again.

"Technically, while you were not my first...and I do not remember my first in any detail...but you were my first who loved me," he says softly. "Who accepted me, desired and wanted me. So in some ways, I would call you...my first who was...meaningful? Meant something?"

"Oh," she buries her face in his neck, full of so many emotions. Her heart aches that none of his prior partners loved him, meant something. There is joy as well, that she has given him something wonderful, that she MEANS something in ways no one else ever has.

"They should have loved you, treated you like the treasure that you are," she says against his neck. "And yet I am selfishly glad that they did not, that they have no claim on you, no hold. I, I am not so sure where my own possessiveness, my greed for you, stops and HERS begins. SHE was so possessive of Him, would have killed that girl He kissed had the girl not been with another already and HE thoroughly caught by HER beauty."

"The only one who can make any sort of true claim on my soul is you," he says softly. "My dragon, My Kreyu. My mate," he presses a quick kiss to the top of her hairline as she nuzzles against him. "I know you are possessive, but it is not anything that I would be...afraid of."

He contemplates for a moment.

"I do not feel trapped or roughly bound by our agreements and arrangements," he adds. "Certainly there is a linkage to those moments we have shared and made our union stronger, but it is what I have desired, what I love. Which is you."

"That is a great relief to my heart," she tells him. "It frightened me, how possessive I, She, was."

She laughs, low. "Though I enjoyed our unions very much. When He discovered so many pleasures for the first time..." It was more erotic than she would have expected it to be!

Unable to hide the flush that naturally rises to his skin, his color reddens gently as he sips at his wine.

"She...you..." he waves vaguely with his hand - clearly she KNOWS what he means - and smirks. "...quite the high level of arousal and fuss was stirred up. It was...invigorating." ~~And exhausting!~~ He leans over to catch her cheek with a kiss. "I think eventually my muscles remembered what it was that brings you the greatest pleasure...but he was lucky to have such a good teacher in her to show him the way until that happened."

"And I was lucky to have such a good teacher in you, Skellig." She kisses his cheek. "I tried to teach him as you taught me, with utmost kindness and gentleness."

"I would say you did very well in that regard."

He smiles broadly when she presses her lips against his cheek, laughing gently. "Any young man would be lucky to have you as their first, but I will admit it gives me a bit of smug pleasure knowing that you are mine, and I get to keep your talents all to myself."

She is HIS mate.

She's visibly pleased when he says she did very well, feathers puffing up a little in pride.

"Your mate, no matter who else might look, might want, might beg for me to please them." She nuzzles his neck.

"That is the greatest treasure of all, greater even than all those things we gathered from Heka's hoard, and all the things I know you and your brothers have stashed here within the Lair."

He lifts a piece of fruit from the tray and offers it to her, then grabs another for himself.

"You are my greatest discovery."

She takes the offered piece of fruit with her lips rather than her fingers, makes a noise of satisfaction while she chews and swallows.

"And you are mine," she assures him.

"You have explored your greatest discovery quite thoroughly," she teases. "Found all the hidden places, settled yourself quite firmly in the heart."

Skellig hums a little himself as she plucks the fruit from his fingertips with her lips, pleased. (See, they CAN be responsible. Eating AND hydrating, at the same time!) "I hope that I have not found every hidden place," he says playfully. "Because I do enjoy finding surprises to pleasure you."

He leans his body a little closer to hers, grateful for the contact - familiar and safe - as they snuggle.

"If I have found them all, then I will just have to invent new techniques."

"I enjoy finding surprises to pleasure you too," she replies, tone equally playful. "Like my dress, and dancing for you."

Familiar, safe, loved, as they snuggle.

"I will be glad to see your new techniques, help you name them." She offers him a piece of fruit, so healthy and hydrating!

Following her lead, he takes the fruit from her fingertips with only his mouth - and might let his lips linger just-slightly against her touch.

"And if I am making up new techniques, I'm sure you will be keen to do so yourself...I am happy to be experimented on."

Speaking of...he glances down at his stomach, the bird design painted blue. "The woad has held up well," he comments. "I am pleased with it."

She shivers a little in pleasure at his lips on the sensitive tips of her fingers.

"Very keen," she replies. He might be able to tell that she has some ideas brewing in the back of her mind already.

"I am too," she says, gently stroking the design. "Though I think I will wait until after tomorrow to put more designs on you."

Her grin sharpens. "I had a hunt in mind for a hero and his eagle companion."

Breathing out a laugh, he nods.

"Taking a bit of a break...may be wise," he says honestly, allowing his legs to stretch out in front of him, rolling his ankles and feet, wiggling his toes a bit. "While the mind of the young one who was born-winged may have been where I was...my body...not so much."

She has already rid him of his soreness and his headache, and now that he's eating and drinking, he feels much better. But he is still...not a teenaged boy.

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