OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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[brave_kreyu]

"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."

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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?"

[brave_kreyu]

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

She shifts off of him so they can reposition themselves.

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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.)

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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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..."

[brave_kreyu]

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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It is like she's read his mind - drinking in the sight of her laid out before him is a wonderful thing to view.

"Just the sight of you takes hold of the breath in my lungs, threatens to steal it away completely," he murmurs, appreciative. "Causes my heart to beat hard in my chest."

He settles on his knees between her legs, but starts with his fingers stroking equally along the sides of her jaw, her neck and throat before he leans down to kiss her on the lips, gentle.

[brave_kreyu]

"Such sweet flattery," she replies. She likes the fact the she has such an effect on him, though.

She sighs in pleasure at his touch, meets his gentle kiss with a gentle kiss of her own. The afterglow is lovely, and the new arousal building on top of it is...intoxicating."

"Think I could almost get drunk on your kisses."

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"We could try that, sometime." He makes a pleased sound against her mouth. "Could let a little of my energy bleed off, see how much of an effect it has on you..."

Another few moments of kissing her on the mouth, then he shifts to her neck, allows his fingers to lightly slip over her shoulders and into her feathers.

[brave_kreyu]

"A most pleasant experiment to try," she replies. "I look forward to it."

She moans softly as he kisses her neck, lets his fingers slip into her feathers. "Feels so good," she murmurs. "Arousing and comforting at the same time." She moves her feathers to give him easier access to the skin beneath. "Gentle bliss instead of throbbing ecstasy."

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"There is a time and place for both," he says. "I know that you can be quite sensitive after you have found your climax...I could just tell that you were not yet 'done', this time..."

He smiles against her skin. "And while we both will need a rest after this, I do try to avoid leaving you aching for my touch... it is only fair."

[brave_kreyu]

"It would appear my feasting upon you made me quite ravenous," she quips.

"I would not want to leave you aching for me either," she says. "It, it would not feel right."

She sighs in pleasure, closes her eyes behind the blindfold. "Oh, just like that love, please."

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Careful not to leave a mark upon her skin, he continues to lick and suck at the hollow at the base of her throat awhile, until he moves on to her collarbones, the swell of her breasts.

"Need to make certain there is none of my mess left behind from earlier," is all he offers as 'explanation' before he dips his head and begins a slow and meticulous 'inspection' of her skin with his lips and tongue. One hand slides lower to her hip and begins to trace light circles over her hipbone, in rhythm with the way he's working his tongue over her skin.

[brave_kreyu]

She flexes her wrists, the urge to touch him strong. "Seems my hands are bound," her voice is low. "Just have to lay back and enjoy you pleasuring me for a while." There's amusement, pleasure, in her voice.

She arches her body toward his hands, his mouth. "Such power in your mouth, your hands. Divine."

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"It is your turn to rest," he smirks against her skin as she arches towards him. "You will need to conserve your energy for later, when we are both recovered and my focus shifts to filling you with my cock."

(They are most definitely NOT leaving on their travels come morning, at this rate.)

"Since we will want to ensure our Lair has plenty of echoes to last it until we return."

He is busy teasing around the edge of a nipple when he 'slips' with the wording our Lair and he only catches it after the words have fallen from his lips. Briefly, he pauses - the faintest hint of concern flaring in his energy - and glances up towards her face, to gauge any reaction she might have.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, delighted, at his comment about it being her turn to rest. "Then I will gladly save my energy."

Perhaps she feels the hint of concern in his energy, perhaps his 'slip' is something she already believes to be true. "We will ensure the echoes of our Lair are well-fed before we leave," she agrees.

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She will definitely feel the shift in his energy when she agrees with him, replies back with our Lair. It is a bright, brilliant feeling, the feeling of safety and security, of warmth and comfort and belonging. Of Home.

(She has felt similar from him before, but never quite so strong as this.)

He presses his lips to her chest, above where her heart beats firmly beneath her skin.

"Thank you, love." He knows he will not have to explain what for. She will understand.

[brave_kreyu]

"You are most welcome, love," she replies, smiling. She can't see his face, but she can feel his energy.

"Shall we keep celebrating?" Not that this was originally a celebration, but now they have an ADDITIONAL reason for what they have planned!

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"Yes, I think we should."

He 'resumes' his explorations of his mouth over her body, settling back in to kiss along her ribcage, peppering his lips down the center of her body and stomach, stroking his fingers across her abdomen.

"So strong, my mate is. Regardless of the form you choose, watching you move, dance, fight...your strength is beautiful." Even if she is picking up a man and hurling them into a stack of crates - still a sight to behold!

[brave_kreyu]

The little noises she makes let him know just how much she is enjoying his explorations.

"Perhaps we will learn to dance together at a festival somewhere," she muses. "Would enjoy dancing with you very much."

She moans in pleasure as he teases her abdomen. "Though I suspect it will spark other appetites in me. Might have to take you to a deserted corner of the festival and then get up to all kinds of things after the dancing."

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"I would like that," he admits. "All of it. I would love to learn to dance with you..."

His fingertips skate along the sides of her waist. "And you know I'm very good at sneaking off when needed. Can make us less noticeable... we could get into all sorts of things."

[brave_kreyu]

She shivers at his fingertips skating along her waist.

"We could, couldn't we?" she muses. "The idea of getting into things without getting caught is strangely appealing. A dark corner, you pressing me into a wall, kissing me fiercely. Your hands under my dress, teasing, until I'm wet enough to take your cock in my cunt."

She moans as he licks a sensitive spot near her belly button. "Or maybe I'd just move YOUR clothes out of the way, have my mouth on your cock until you came down my throat."

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Working over that spot that made her moan, he shivers a little at her words, the images she's putting into his mind.

"Do like both of those options," he teases. "And we know I can fuck you easily up against a wall, after we tried that in Amikaya..." THAT seems like ages ago, and before they knew each other's bodies like they do now! "Pull you into an alcove, wrap your legs around my waist, arms around my neck while you ride my cock, my hands on your ass pulling you closer to me."

He lightly nips at one of her hipbones.

"Or if we find ourselves at a feast table, could duck beneath the linens...have my face beneath your dress while you stay seated..."

[brave_kreyu]

She's flushing so dark at his words, at the mental images he's painting, especially the second one.

"Could never pass for a normal feast goer with your mouth on my cunt," she gasps. "Would be writhing in my seat."

"Is a ceremony in the temples to me on our island though" she pants. "Holdover from one of the goddesses they worshiped before they came to us. A feast and offerings are put in the temple for the goddess to enjoy, and then the temple is sealed for two days, no one goes in or out, whatever might be going on inside."

The story Skellig spun about 'the gray one' devouring a man bound to an altar has stuck in her head. "Never had reason to do more than drop in briefly before, but....." Her smile is a touch wicked and a touch mischievous.