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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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"I am...unnerved by some of the things I felt as well," she admits.
Kreyu is almost finished cleaning herself off.
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"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?"
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"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."
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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."
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"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."
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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?"
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"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."
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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."
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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!
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"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."no subject
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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.
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"Your mate, no matter who else might look, might want, might beg for me to please them." She nuzzles his neck.
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He lifts a piece of fruit from the tray and offers it to her, then grabs another for himself.
"You are my greatest discovery."
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"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."
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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."
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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!
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"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."
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"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."
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"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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"We shall only hunt in the morning if you feel up to it," she promises. "If you need to rest, we will."
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Not saying there are ways he can't make himself 'useful' in bed!
"But I feel I have done a fine job of keeping you satisfied so far?"
(He is not actually concerned about this - but then again, is there a tiny fraction of a shred of worry buried way back in the depths of his brain - is he really good enough for her, a Goddess?)
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"Not that I would ever let them even TRY. You are the only one I want, the only one I NEED."
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He smirks when she kisses him. "And I will admit I do feel a bit smug when you say it, as I never imagined that I would be able to satisfy the desires of a Goddess. Not even in my wildest dreams and fantasies."
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