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

"I know one dream you've had of me that left you half hard, the one you had in Heka's bolt hole," she muses out loud. "Am I drawing magical symbols on your chest in all of them?"

Curious dragon is curious.

Even in the darkness of the bedroom, she might be able to sense his skin flushing brightly.

"Not all of them," he says. "One I have had a few mornings...I am bound at the wrists with one of those scarves I bought for you in Amikaya, and your mouth is.. busy exploring."

"We could make that one come true in the morning if you like?" she suggests. "Or tonight."

"Morning, if you think we will have time before we must set off?" Skellig says. "I fear I may not recover fully even after a nap tonight," he says honestly. "My climax earlier was a bit...intense."

All thanks to her talents!

"There is no set time to leave, love," she tells him. "I even have enough food that will last a long time left stocked here that we could delay our trip by a day or two, if you desired."

"I am sure the village will offer Xenophon sanctuary and hospitality for several more days at the very least."

"Oh," he laughs under his breath. "Then in that case I would...I would greatly enjoy dreaming tonight of you devouring me as I would do the same to you."

And if her brother shows up, he'll be wise to avoid their section of the lair altogether.

He trails his hand from her bicep to her hip, smoothing over her curves along the way. He knows that they SHOULD nap, but he can quite bring himself to do it yet...

"And I would greatly enjoy making your dream come true, come morning," she tells him, smiling softly.

"May need to wear a cat shape while we with Xenophon," she muses, enjoying his touch. "Then you can pet me all the time and no one will think anything of it."

"Even though I have traced your hips a hundred times with my hands, it still brings me a thrill to do so," he says, smoothing her fingers over her skin. "My mind paints the images of you dancing for me, the way you move before me..."

He leans in to kiss her.

"The way you move above me...my hands on your hips as you're riding me... Beneath me as I pull your leg up a bit to help make it easier to fill you." His kisses are lingering but deep, between his words.

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She quite enjoys his kisses and his words.

She laughs softly. "I am glad I am not the only one who still gets a thrill from touching, tracing, your body."

"My mind paints pictures too, although they are never as sweet as reality." She caresses his back, soothing.
"The reality of you beneath my touch, the way you react to me even in the most casual of touches."

"With you, I have learned to enjoy touch again," he admits - there is no obvious sadness to his tone, no regret - it is just a fact. "I am most grateful for that."

He shifts his wing to fold it out of the way, so her hand can caress his back easier, sighing contentedly as she strokes his skin. It is comforting and soothing and relaxes him.

She keeps up her stroking for a while, but eventually both of them nod off for a nap. Apparently the post orgasm feel good chemicals and cuddling were too potent of a combination to resist for long.

They both begin to stir some time later in the night, bodies still close and somewhat entangled.

Skellig is (somehow) very comfortable even as entangled as they have found themselves settled into sleep; his motions as he starts to stir are a bit uncoordinated, but this 'nest'is where he wishes to be.

The faint tease of touch and friction between their skin causes him to exhale a breath that catches just slightly. It's not quite a whine, and he definitely isn't fully awake...

By great good fortune, one of the scarves Skellig bought for her is handy at the bedside.

She trails the fabric gently over his skin to wake him up a little.

His awareness shifts and she'll feel his energy change as he stirs awake, but he doesn't open his eyes - a faint smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Feels good," he murmurs sleepily, playfully. "What if... rather than bind my hands... you were to cover my eyes instead, with that silk?" He's pretty sure the piece is long enough to act as a blindfold... if not that one, they have others. "Or both?"

"We can try both," Kreyu replies, grabbing another scarf. She kisses him as she blindfolds him, the fabric soft on his skin.

She runs her hands over his wrists, teases them with the other scarf, before she binds them. "Comfortable?" she asks.

"Very much so," he says, flexing his wrists gently - his strength and talons aside, he could easily escape if he wanted to - before he settles in on his back in a position that allows his wings to spread out behind him.

Without his eyes - his second most powerful sense - he has to rely on his hearing to figure out what she is up to. And since his dragon can be quite stealthy when she wishes to be...

"I would be tempted to say 'do your worst'," he laughs. "But I am not in a position to dare a dragon."

He can hear her shift position, feel her move to straddle his hips. Her breath is warm on his neck as she whispers in his ear, her voice low. "Such a fine breakfast in bed my husband is offering me," she purrs. She licks the skin near his ear, a slow drag of her tongue. "I intend to take my time, savor it as much as I may."

Her heart is speeding up already, her breath a little rougher.

"You may savor as much as you wish to do so," he says quietly, his own voice already a little ragged around the edges (as it tends to get when she's turning him on in such a manner). "After all, you said there is no schedule we need to hold to..."

Plus, it is still quite early, with several hours until dawn yet.

"And I love it when your voice does that," he adds, meaning the 'purr'.

She kisses the underside of his jaw with slow, lazy, lingering kisses. Her voice is a purr between the kisses. "Then I shall try and have my voice do this often."

She drags her teeth across a spot on his neck that she knows is especially sensitive. "Could spend a whole day doing this," she murmurs. "Exploring you, teasing you with my mouth. With breaks, of course, to feed you the most delicious tidbits, the finest wines."

Her tone turns slightly wicked, teasing, as she kisses his neck. "And to let you cool down a little, couldn't have you coming too often."

That image is one that causes him to moan - the sound faltering slightly as she drags her teeth across that spot on his neck, his breath catching in his lungs as he tips his head to the side to give her unfettered access to his skin.

"It would not be wise to wear me out in one go," he agrees, smirking. "Snacks would be important."

Just what he would snack on, exactly? That could be up for negotiation. Though she holds all the cards at the moment, with him bound like this. He works his wrists slightly and shifts his body beneath hers.

Whatever he wants, anything he desires, is what he would snack on. She would certainly treat Skellig to anything he desired, if she could procure it.

He can feel her pleasure as he works his wrists, shifts his body. "You want to touch me already and we're only getting started," she says, voice husky. She kisses his collarbones, slowly working her way along them.

"Maybe I'll let you taste my cunt, if you're good," she adds, clearly teasing. "I'm sure to get worked up, feasting upon my Skellig."

"I will be good," he promises. "Very good."

As if to show his commitment to this promise, he groans happily as she kisses at his collarbones, bringing his thigh up a bit to rub against her skin - his hands are not the only thing that can do the touching, after all!

"Love it when my dragon is worked up for me," he adds. "Turns me on knowing that it's my touch, my kiss that does that to you."

His tone is a little proud, a little smug.

She makes a pleasured sound as his thigh rubs against her skin.

"And I love it when you get worked up for me," she purrs between kisses of his other collarbone. "Makes me flushed, wet, makes my heart race, knowing that it's my efforts that arouse you so." Her tone is a little proud, a little smug too. They are a good match in that way, perhaps, and in so many others.

Her hands tease his feathers as she kisses his chest. "You are a vision, over me or under me. Your wings spread, your skin all flushed, dewy with sweat, your eyes dark. That little tremble in your body when you are working so hard to contain yourself."

Skellig pictures himself based on how she is describing him, and the image is attractive, he can't lie about that. He arches his wings gently, pushing them upwards off the mattress.

"Tough, to contain myself." He whines gently. "When all I want to do is touch you."

He brings his hands together and interlocks his fingers, holding himself back from breaking free. He is going to be good! He promised. And this is highly erotic and he's loving it.

"Sometimes all you have to do is look at me in that way you do and I feel my cock stir," he groans. "Because I'm imagining your hands on my body, your mouth on me, your body wrapped around mine."

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His pushing them up off the mattress gives him a bit more contact with her body, her skin against his. Which is probably welcome with how much he is wanting to touch!

"I know love," she says, voice rough with want but attempting to soothe. "You are being so good for me." She kisses his chest, working her way across between his nipples. "I will make it so good for you, Skellig."

"Sometimes you make me wet just by looking at me, because I'm thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock," she confesses. "Can feel my body reacting to you already." She gently licks one of his nipples, then toys with it with her hands.

"When I'm nice and wet, going to plant my cunt right over your mouth, wrap my thighs around your head, and let you feast," she growls.

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