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

"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.

Skellig has no urgent need for her to move, can breathe just fine where he is - so he works her through those aftershocks, coaxing her to enjoy and savor everything that she is feeling and experiencing. The benefit is that he is able to freely absorb back some of that unbridled joy and exuberant pleasure that she has put out between them, and it works to top up his reserves...

He is in no rush.

(Plus, he knows to be gentle as he works at her, and she still is making happy little noises as he does so; if it gets to be too much he will sense it and quit.)

Oh, that does feel good! "Do you want me to untie your hands or take the blindfold off?" she manages, sounding almost drunk from the endorphins rushing through her body.

She shifts her body enough that he could speak, although a tiny part of her mourns the loss of his mouth on her cunt.

He can sense that she is still wanting more from him, so he brings his hands down to within where she should be able to easily reach his wrists.

"Just my hands," he asks, voice a little rough as he works to catch his breath. Once his wrists are unbound and his hands are free, he stretches his fingers before reaching out and smoothing them up the tops of her thighs, settling them at her hips.

"Not done feasting, yet," he growls playfully, tugging her gently back to straddle his mouth. "Want to taste more of you."

She's quick and careful as she unties his hands.

She gives a pleased chuckle when his hands run up her thighs and settle at her hips. She's surprised at his playful growl, at him tugging her back to straddle his mouth, but not in a bad way. "You'll spoil your Queen, my King," she tells him, voice rough. "May forget how to do anything but straddle your mouth, your fingers, your cock, and beg for more," she adds, teasing.

"My Queen deserves to be spoiled," he counters. "And if that is all you remember how to do...I think I would manage."

Before he has her settle back into position, he first reaches up - still 'blind', he has to work by feel alone -:and seeks out her clit with a fingertip, rubbing very gently - he knows she is still aroused, and the way she reacts proves it.

She makes a pleased whimpering noise when he gently rubs her clit. "Suppose you would," she quips. "Didn't, didn't think it would still feel so good, after I came," she admits.

"Would be too much, but you, you are so careful." If he is slow enough, careful and gentle long enough, could he have her come on his mouth AGAIN? she's not sure.

"Still learning each other."

Pausing briefly to bring his fingertips to his mouth, he sucks on them gently before moving back to resume stroking at her clit, teasing her folds. (She is already plenty wet, but to add his own 'lubrication' will help keep the friction from growing too quickly.) "Will be very careful, my love."

"So careful with all of me," she whispers. "My whole being."

She moans softly as he explores, teases oh so carefully with the lightest of touches. "So very good." She chuckles. "Later, later you can be less gentle. Take me hard, if you want."

Her whisper is loud across his heightened sense of hearing, and so is her soft moan, her laugh.

"Might take you up on that offer," he says. Considering something...he cocks his head to the side. "For this...would you be more comfortable to rest on your back? Could use your hands in my hair to guide me when you are ready for more?"

"I think I would be," she admits. "Do you still want the blindfold on?"

She shifts off of him so they can reposition themselves.

Sitting up carefully, he shakes his head. "I think I would have it off now," he says as he leans forward towards her slightly to allow her to untie it.

(He knows he could easily reach up now that his hands are free and remove it himself, but since she was the one who put it on him, it feels more appropriate for her to remove it.)

She takes the blindfold off, and she's smiling when he can see her again. She looks rather flushed, disheveled, from what they've been doing.

"Such lovely eyes," she tells him, cupping his cheek for a moment. She settles herself on her back, wings outstretched, a copy of his position from earlier. "You could tie my hands and blindfold me, if you want," she offers.

It takes him a moment of blinking to allow his eyes to readjust to the light (even as low as it is) but he smiles broadly as she cups his cheek in her hand. "Can say the same for you, my love."

Once she has settled onto her back, he toys with the silk in his fingers. "I quite enjoyed it," he says. "It made things much more...sensitive, in a good way."

He reaches for her wrists, carefully wrapping the scarf around them, before doing similar with the blindfold as she did to him. "Even with your hands bound, feel free to guide me with your fingers if you need to, while I work to pleasure you..."

The blindfold muffles her senses less than it did Skellig's, but it's still a change. "I will," she promises.

A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine as she relaxes, spreads her legs for easier exploration. Her body is bare before him and he's been denied the sight of her, the ability to touch her. He doesn't have to limit himself to her cunt if he doesn't want to!

"You may touch and taste as you please, my love," she tells him, voice husky.

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