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

"I would gladly make EVERY effort," she replies, grinning wickedly.

She moans, loud, as his hand skims over her arousal. She's turned on, but it's going to take quite a bit of work with his mouth to get her 'ready'. (Her dance did less for her than it did for HIM, apparently.)

(Apparently so - this will not do!)

He is already half-hard and highly turned on, simply from watching her dance and her kisses - the fact that she is not as riled up as he is makes him contemplate, briefly, what he might do to fix that.

"One day you will have to teach me to dance for you," he muses, as he teases at her clit with his fingertips, gentle and slow, easing into his touches. "And then I could give you the same pleasure you give to me simply with my movements. Tie you to the bed frame, tease you and touch you?"

"I'd like that," she gasps as he teases her clit. "Might learn, on the road. Something suitable."

Her hips move against his fingertips, slow. "Feels so good. Like, like the first time."

That comment intrigues him, because it was slightly unexpected, and he cocks his head curiously as he continues to stroke her, slow and steady.

"We take a few days off and it's like we've started over?" Half of his mouth lifts in a hint of a smirk. "Or is it just because we are fooling around like we did in the beginning, before we knew what drove each other wild the fastest?"

"The second," she tells him. "Reminds me of that first time, learning, that it could feel so good."

Proper sentences are tricky, but she expends the effort. "That someone would want to touch me with such care, such desire for my pleasure. That YOU wanted to touch me like that."

"You deserve nothing less than such care and such desire," Skellig says bluntly - using one finger to carefully tease her clit before he slips it deeper into her cunt, reacting to the way she presses her hips towards his hand. "From anyone."

A smug grin crosses his features as he teases her a bit, kisses at her neck. "Though I'd be lying if I did not enjoy the fact that I am the only one who gets to touch you like this," he mutters, as he adds a second finger to the first.

"Yes!" she gasps as his finger slips deeper inside of her, his thumb teasing her clit.

"And I enjoy that you only touch ME like this, want ME."

"Going to make me come on your hands, your mouth, AND your cock if you're not careful," she teases.

"You are my one and only desire," he confirms, as he brings his other hand up from her thigh to cup one of her breasts in his palm, kneading gently. "Only you."

His grin widens briefly before he shifts his lips to her ear. "Maybe I don't want to be careful," he whispers. "Maybe I want to make you come on my hands, make you come on my tongue as you ride my face, then I'll get to spoil you by laying you down beneath me and claiming you with my cock."

"Only you," she echoes, because it's true. She makes a pleasured sound when her cups her breast, kneads it gently through the silk.

Every word he speaks in her ear makes her want the vision he is painting more. "Oh, oh I would like to be spoiled," she whispers, voice husky with arousal. She's getting wetter with every stroke of his fingers. "Come on your fingers, your tongue, your cock."

"Such a greedy dragon you have," she teases.

"I love my greedy dragon," he admits. "You might say I am also greedy, as I would gladly claim you as my mate anywhere, no matter where we happen to find ourselves able to enjoy each other's company," he says. (And they have proven that, with the various locations they have brought each other to release.) "But here within the Lair, where the lines are so very strong...it is special, sacred."

He kisses her on the mouth, lingering, his fingers teasing at her nipple.

"Your owl wishes to take advantage of it tonight as many times as we are able to, before we set out on our next adventure."

She moans, low, luxuriating in his touch, his kiss. "Then your dragon would have you take advantage as many times tonight as you'd care to." Her voice is husky with desire, rough.

She teases the very outermost tips of his feathers with her fingers, watches them flex and move under her touch.

Touching his feathers like that earns her a rough groan of pleasure as a reward.

"They are not sensitive like that when I brush them against things while I am simply moving about," he mutters with a weak laugh. "But when you tease at them in the way that you do, it is as if they are extensions of my skin, almost."

Which in a way, they are, but they do not truly have nerve endings at the tips where she is teasing him now.

"Perhaps your body knows to make you feel good when I am touching you?" she teases. "Remembers how good it feels when I tease your feathers closer to your skin?"

His attentions are definitely getting HER worked up by now. She's wet enough that he COULD take her, but he has other plans in mind first.

"Anticipation, maybe."

He could take her, but he's not wanting to just yet. She is right - he has other plans in mind. Speaking of which...

"What does my dragon need from my touches to push her closer to the edge," he asks, voice husky as he peppers her neck with another round of kisses. "I know I can get you there on my own easily, but what is it that you want from me?"

"Wants and words, tricky," she tells him, her hips pressing against his hand. "More, please. More of you."

Skellig gets the hint: touch me everywhere and works on doing just that, letting his one 'free' hand explore her body and tease her breasts, her ribs, trace patterns up and down her arms, the lines of her neck and the curve of her jaw. All while his other hand increases the rhythm of his movements and motions, his efforts to please her and coax her closer to coming for him.

"Can't wait until I get to see more of the world with you at my side," he whispers in her ear. "I know the places we go may not all be new to you, I would not expect that. But they will be new to me, and I am going to enjoy that. New customs...new dress. New foods. It will be the first time, for so many things...there's a pleasure in that."

She likes his voice, likes listening to him even in non sexual contexts. With his hands working to drive her to ecstasy, with his whispering in her ear, the excitement and eagerness in his voice pours oil on the fire of her arousal.

"Yes. So much pleasure. Show you," she gasps. She wants to show him everything, lay the world at his feet. Every beauty, every joy, every pleasure, every wonder.

His fingers hit THAT spot inside of her, the one that sends sparks right down her spine, and she bucks against his hands, whines for MORE. "Please," she begs.

He is so very eager - so very excited! Not only to travel with her, but also to find ways to pleasure her, which he suspects perhaps he will also get to do while they are out in the world...

"Greedy dragon," he murmurs in her ear, but it is not admonishing her with his tone - it is praise. He likes it when she's like this, wanting and whining and begging him for MORE. "Wants all of this for herself."

He obliges her willingly, thumbing at her clit, curling his fingers again a little firmer to hit that special spot, send more sparks down her spine.

"Doesn't want to share it with anyone. Only hers."

"Yes, yes," she gasps, writhing in pleasure. It feels so good when he strokes that spot, thumbs her clit, murmurs in her ear.

Violet bleeds into her eyes when he mentions the word share. "MINE," she growls. "MY mate. Want."

His world didn't want him, treated him terribly, it can't have him back!

Skellig knows that even with this level of 'dragon' creeping into her energy, he is still at no risk, so he relishes in her 'wild' side a bit - allowing just a hint of his own 'beast' energy to seep through around the edges of his touches, a little rougher with his kiss.

"Not gonna share you with anyone," he nips the underside of her jaw gently. "All mine. Will make sure they know that."

(Who exactly 'they' are does not matter because they'll be kept well-informed regardless!)

She relishes his wildness, that he is comfortable enough to express this part of himself.

"Yours," she breaths. She meets the increased roughness of his kiss with her own, rocks her hips in an almost demanding way against his hand. She's so close, her muscles are quivering around his fingers.

Very rarely does he let the 'wild' nature show through his soul, and even more rarely does he let it show through in a POSITIVE situation. She is a special instance (and rightly so) in so many ways.

"There's my dragon," he praises her softly, growling playfully between their kisses. "My most magnificent creature."

Coaxing her with his hands and his words, he works to get her even closer to the edge of her release; as tempted as he briefly is to back off and make her wait for it, he knows that isn't fair... so he increases his kisses and the rhythm of his fingers, meeting her 'demands' as he feels her tighten around him and moan loudly against his lips as she comes.

Her hands are everywhere as she comes down, half holding, half caressing. The silk teases his skin as she moves, a reminder that he brought her to release without even undressing her!

She nuzzles his neck. "Such a good husband," she murmurs.

A fact he is very aware of without needing reminding, and smug about!

"With a good wife," he mutters happily, stroking his hand over her spine, a soothing motion. (She's more than ready for him to take her now, and he's half tempted to skip round two and move right to round three...)

"Feels good when you touch me all over like that."

In Kreyu's opinion, he has every right to be smug!

She makes a pleased sigh as he strokes her spine. "I'm glad it feels good," she murmurs as she strokes, holds. "Feels so good to touch you, always does, whatever the circumstances."

"My darling, my treasure." She kisses his neck gently.

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