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

"Such a difficult decision I face," she teases. "How to make you come for me first."

She shifts down his body, starts kissing and licking his lower legs. "If you come between my breasts, you'll help me clean up, won't you?" she asks, voice rough. "I'll put your mouth right where it needs to be." She strokes the leg she she isn't kissing, not wanting it to feel left out.

She moans softly. "I'll be wet and aching by the time you've cleaned me up, I just know it. Will need to put my cunt right on your mouth, wrap my thighs around your head."

For as many times as they've laid together, enjoyed and explored each other's bodies, she has not spent that much time (compared to other parts of him) lavishing his lower legs with this much attention. He is trying hard to stay still, keep his feet from squirming against the sheets, but it is difficult. Having her kiss and lick at his legs, fingers massaging his calf muscles, teasing at his knees... he feels oddly vulnerable.

(Perhaps enhanced by his current 'position', held bound as he is, his ability to touch taken away, his sight restricted, his wings pinned beneath his body somewhat - he would struggle to escape! Not that he wants to escape, he definitely does not, nor does he want her to stop doing to him what she is doing. But there is a hint of vulnerability there, he is the prey, laid out for his predator to devour...)

His heart rate increases, but that's arousal, not fear.

"Will help you clean up," he echoes. "Will make sure not to leave any mess, then will help when... when you ask me to feast upon you, would... will try to show you just, just how good you are making me feel," he sucks in a breath as she hits a spot on the inside of his knee that sends a wave of pleasure up his spine. "So, so good."

He IS vulnerable, like the man in the story he spun for that prince, bound and being devoured by 'the gray one'.

But she is his wife, his beloved, his Kreyu, and he is perfectly safe. Her goal is pleasure, not sustenance, and she's taking her time about it! (Not going to devour such a fine feast in one bite, not at all!)

"You will," she assures him, voice dark with want and firm with certainty. "You are so very good to me, Skellig." She strokes THAT spot on the inside of his knee, teases its mate on the other leg with her mouth.

His response to her touches is a series of pleasured whimpers and gasps, interwoven with several moans and uttered words of praise yes please don't stop that love that love you perfect and his energy flares bright with Light as she sends more waves of pleasure rippling over his body.

He is so very safe here, with his beloved Kreyu.

At the rate she is pleasuring him, he may not make it until his cock is nestled between her breasts. And though words are a struggle, he understands that, wants to slow down a little.

"Love, need... easy..." He pants. "So good, want... don't want to come early..."

She stops, picking up on what he needs. "We can go as long and as many times as you like, love," she says, tone warm and gentle.

"But I can slow down." She keeps stroking his legs, long, smooth strokes, but doesn't put her mouth back on them yet.

Words are a little easier after a moment, once she slows down, though she can still feel his skin jumping softly beneath her touch.

"How... how did I ever get so lucky?" His question is rhetorical, spoken to nobody in particular as he is just feeling that amazing and it is hard to believe. "To be honored with such... such devotion and pleasure..."

"I could say the same," she tells him. She knows the question is rhetorical, but she's going to answer anyway. "You were yourself, Skellig. The wonderful person that you are."

She moves up his body, speaks her next words with her mouth right next to his lips. "And you found a dragon who saw you for the wonder that you are and dared to lay claim to your heart."

She kisses him, soft to start with, but she'll let him have as deep and thorough a kiss as he desires right now.

His smile as she speaks is soft and genuine, as his heart jumps happily in his chest - so very beloved, he is! And so grateful.

"I have given much of my spirit and my energy to others, in my efforts to heal," he says softly between their kisses. "But the only one I have ever given my heart to is you. You are the only one worthy of it."

His next kiss in response is soft, but only for a moment before he nudges it deeper, silently 'asking' her for more.

Her joy surges as he says she is the only one worthy of his heart. That SHE is the one he has chosen and that he believes he is worthy both mean so very much!

She answers his request without words, deepening her kiss, pressing her body against his. She's smug, pleased with herself, that he's this hard already and she hasn't yet gone anywhere NEAR his cock.

She only breaks the kiss when she HAS to, to let them both breathe. "Do you want your cock between my breasts now love, or shall I keep things slow?"

She should be smug - has every right to be! He is already hard and aching for release, just with what she's done to tease and pleasure him so far. It takes him a moment to catch his breath before he can speak.

"I...I am so very close already," he says, laughing softly between shaking breaths as he works to steady his breathing. (Though it makes sense, with the way she uses her skills so accurately to drive him wild!) "I fear I will..."

He stops, corrects himself. "No reason to fear...I am going...going to make quite the mess to clean up," he smirks. "So I will need to give you attention next...want to keep going. Not slow, please."

She is so very proud, so very pleased, when he corrects himself. He can probably feel it in her energy.

She shifts her position down his body again, her wings mantling over him. "So tempting, you are," she purrs. When she moves to lick his stomach his cock slides between her breasts, rubbing skin to skin.

She gives a pleased laugh at the feel of him. "You can fuck my breasts if you'd like," she adds, grinning wickedly. "Thrust as much as you please." Then she starts kissing his stomach, licking, sucking on the skin. Whether he thrusts or not, there is inevitably some RUBBING going on.

There is definitely some most delightful friction occurring as she starts to lavish the skin of his stomach with attention - and he can sense her wings mantled over him, feathers so very close to his fingertips. He wants so badly to touch her, to stroke her feathers...

But instead he chooses to 'stroke' her where he is 'allowed' to touch, with what he can stroke with - so instead of his fingertips across the leading edge of her wings, it is his cock between her breasts, slow and lingering as he thrusts against her.

"That is...you are....oh, so good." His words trail off into a series of incoherent utterances as he firmly presses his hips upwards, begging for more without using words. It is a good thing that she would not call him greedy, because obviously - dragon!

She gives him more, gladly, putting her hands in his wing feathers. She licks, kisses, sucks at the skin of his abdomen.

"Feels good, you stroking nice and slow," she tells him in between kisses. "Can't decide whether to have you come in my mouth or my cunt next," she purrs.

Maybe she can have BOTH, not like they NEED to go anywhere today!

"Mouth...because after this, probably... gonna need a break. You can get me to come with your mouth... and then... will have enough energy back to fuck you like you want me to..."

His tone is DEFINITELY not innocent when he says that.

He whimpers a little as heat coils in his belly, warmth spreading slowly as she teases his skin. This is so very, very good. And her fingers in his wings...

"I like the sound of that," she says, voice rough, dark with want. She's more than a little wound up, shivers in anticipation of his mouth on her.

"Come any time you want, love," she tells him. "Clean up will be fun. And since you've been so very good for me I'm going to ride your mouth until you make me come."

"I like the sound of that," he says eagerly as he rolls his hips towards her, quickening his pace, reaching with his fingers to grab hold of one of their pillows (he needs to touch SOMETHING or he will break and go for her wings) as he nears his release.

Which given how highly aroused he is and how long he's been hard and aching, it isn't much longer before he comes, spilling himself against her skin as he loudly moans her name towards the ceiling, another GOOD layer added to these echoes.

"That's it," she says encouragingly, rubbing soothing circles on his belly as he comes.

When he's finished, she moves back up his body, straddles his chest, and gently takes a hold of his hair. She guides him to a messy spot on her breasts, moans gently when his lips brush the skin there. "There, please," she sounds a little wrecked.

Her hands in his hair AND she's asking him to help clean her breasts after just coaxing him through an incredible orgasm? His mind cannot fully comprehend what exactly is happening, but he can follow directions!

"Yes," he pants softly, before ducking his head and moving to lick and suck at her skin - his actions are a little sloppy and haphazard, but he doubts she'll mind the eager efforts of his lips and tongue on her skin. He somehow finds a nipple (whether she guides him there or it is instinct, who knows) and he settles on it, teasing with his tongue.

(Has to get warmed up for what he's going to do to her when she's riding his face, after all!)

She moans loudly when he starts licking and sucking because it feels so good! It doesn't FEEL sloppy and haphazard, not to Kreyu.

She whines in pleasure as he sucks on her nipple. "Please, please," she begs. "Need your mouth all over them, but that feels so good."

Her breasts are probably pressed against his face enough that he can't 'miss', even blindfolded, if his mouth wanders.

No, he is definitely not going to miss - not with how she's pressed against him, and his familiarity with the 'subject' - so after he 'cleans' one off enough, he shifts his attention to the other.

"Know it's your nipple I'm teasing," he growls playfully. "But can't help but picture your cunt under my tongue, hitting all your spots, making you shout my name to the stars above..."

His words make her shiver, moan in pleasure and want. "You will, soon," she gasps.

"Just, just have to finish this breast first." She'll guide him to the last few spots, if he needs her assistance.

When he is finishing up, she moans. "Need to ride your mouth, please."

Positioning is a little tricky, especially since she doesn't want the blindfold to come off, but they manage. She presses her cunt to his mouth, already wet, and gasps in a combination of pleasure and relief at the feeling.

Without his eyes and his hands to aid him, he has to take extra time in figuring out just exactly how his mouth is positioned beneath her; they manage well enough and as she presses down against him, he groans softly.

Since talking is basically impossible in this situation, he opens his 'voice' to her instead.

Already desperate for me, like that. Smug, definitely smug, as he gets to work. He keeps it slow at first, building himself a steady rhythm; he likes to hear her gasp with each little change in motion and technique he does. And he knows she's already tightly wound, and he wants this to last awhile...

"Yes, so desperate," she gasps. He has every reason to be smug!

She rocks against his face, writhes in pleasure as he teases her clit with his tongue, explores her folds. "So good. You make me feel so good."

By the time he thrusts his tongue inside her cunt, words aren't something she can manage. Just gasping, pleading, pleasured noises as he works her over.

They don't need words, not when they have enjoyed this 'dance' together so many times before, the ebb and flow of her tension and pleasure building, winding and climbing tighter and higher as she gets closer to finding her release.

When he senses that she is gripping the edge of her self control, he gently nudges her ever so slightly closer with his energy, letting a little of it free into the space surrounding them. (They're not floating outright, but she'll definitely feel a little lighter, a bit more freedom in her body and her movement.)

Let yourself go, love, my Queen. Want to feel your energy, need to feel your pleasure.

She doesn't consciously notice that it's easier, freer, to move, but she does take advantage of it!

She rocks against his mouth, rolls her hips a little as he pleasures her. (And OH, he is so good at pleasuring her. His mouth on her cunt is bliss, the noises of pleasure she's making are obscene, and she doesn't CARE.)

When the coil of pleasure snaps, her cry of his name has inhuman edges to the sound. She's trembling with the aftershocks, still perched on his mouth. It's going to be a little bit before she can manage moving off of him.

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