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]

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.

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"...but we could certainly find a few ways to make use of their offerings for two days, nothing to disturb us?" He finishes her sentence for her, and dips a hand between her legs to start to rub and tease.

It's certainly not out of the realm of possibility!

"What kind of offerings? Things we might wish to bring home with us, add to our hoards?"

Sex AND treasures?

[brave_kreyu]

She moans in pleasure as he starts to rub and tease between her legs. She's not as hypersensitive now, so he can touch and tease more firmly.

"Would expect a great many pretty stones, after, after my last visit to the city. Beautiful things, art. Many potential treasures."

Sex AND treasures!

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"We will have to put this on our list, for certain." He continues to work his mouth over her hip, reaching up with his free hand to gather one of his "interior" feathers that was getting ready to molt from his wing, tucking it neatly behind his ear for safekeeping. He will need that, in a moment...

"Would love to get more stones for you. Perhaps I could learn how to wrap them, craft you a necklace or another piece..."

His touch between her legs grows slightly more insistent, coaxing her to relax and shift her body to give him greater access.

[brave_kreyu]

"Would adore anything you made for me," she whispers.

His coaxing works, and she relaxes and shifts her body to allow him greater access. She knows her arousal is building again, winding up toward another release, although she isn't close yet.

"Feels so good," she gasps.

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Once he settles between her legs, he removes that feather from behind his ear and uses it to start to trace patterns on the inside of her thigh.

His heart is full at her words that she would adore anything he made for her - his mate would enjoy his gifts! A very important thing for a bird!

"Like making you feel this way," he says. "Like finding new ways to get you to moan." The feather trick isn't 'new', but he doesn't use it often...

[brave_kreyu]

The feather takes her by surprise, but she moans in pleasure and her skin shivers under the feather's touch.

She might have trouble accepting him giving her gifts of insects to eat, but arts and crafts will be loved!

"Like finding new ways to make you moan too," she admits. She's the one moaning when he hits a particularly good combination with the feather and his fingers, her body arching a bit toward his touch.

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Skellig will stick to arts and crafts - for both their sakes - and avoid bugs.

"You seem to find new ones each time you take me to bed," he admits, chagrin in his voice. "I...I never knew that I had it within me to be so... vocal." He laughs softly, almost nervously, a flush rising to his cheeks.

He alternates his touch over to the other side, see if he can coax that reaction from the same spot... yes, he can!

[brave_kreyu]

He has nothing to feel nervous about!

"You've been denied so much for so long," she says, tone soft but serious. "I would not have you be nervous, or chagrined, that you are at last free to discover and express your pleasure."

She was going to say more, but his touch on the other side makes her moan even louder, whimper in pleasure.

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"I know that," he says honestly. "And I am grateful for it."

To display that gratitude (not that he needs an excuse to do so) he shifts his body lower and moves to replace the feather and his fingers on her thighs with his lips and tongue, maybe even a light graze with his teeth if he gets frisky...

"Still learning that I no longer have to hide. Grateful to have you as my teacher..."

[brave_kreyu]

"Glad, glad to teach you," she gasps, pleasure rolling through her at his mouth on her thighs.

The hidden henna marks here have faded almost to the point of illegibility, but he could probably still trace the Tjes knots if he wanted to.

"So good, when you touch, when you taste." She knows she must be wet again ALREADY.

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It is interesting, he thinks, that their roles in some ways have reversed. Where he was her teacher when it came to sex, now she has been teaching him about sex in other ways - the connection, the pleasure, the freedom that comes with allowing yourself to feel and enjoy without hesitation or guilt attached.

(That is the dragon's influence. Not necessarily greed, but just the uninhibited sense of 'want' that can be applied to not only treasures, but pleasure itself, desire for more than just physical things.)

"You are very well-versed," he praises her. His tongue finds those fading lines of henna, his fingers seeking out her clit.

[brave_kreyu]

She is very glad to be able to teach him these things, for he has given her so much! In the centuries to come, they will undoubtedly keep trading places as teacher and pupil as they discover more about the world and each other.

Dragon culture, such as it is, does not teach dragons to inhibit their wants, hide their pleasure. If anything, it tends toward the opposite!

Which is why Kreyu easily and loudly expresses her pleasure at his fingers on her clit, his tongue tracing those lines on her thighs. "Yes, yes! So good!" It's hard for her to keep still, writhing a little, pressing her body towards his hands and his mouth.

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After another several long moments of teasing her with his fingers, he adjusts his position slightly to replace his fingers on her clit with his tongue, knowing that is what she REALLY wants and needs from him right now.

He starts slower with his intensity, but he will build it as she urges him to, with her cries of pleasure and her body moving beneath his touches.

He likes hearing her praise, her pleasure - it spurs him to work harder to earn it again!

[brave_kreyu]

She moans loudly in pleasure when he works her clit with his tongue, pressing her thighs against his head because she can't put her hands in his hair.

"Please, yes, More!" she pants, back arching. She's so wet, aching for him. His lips tease her clit while he slips his tongue inside her cunt, finds that place inside that drives her wild and stimulates it again and again.

Writhing, whimpering, gasping and panting in pleasure, she must be a sight! Eventually, he can feel her quivering under his mouth, so very close...