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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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.

[27_53]

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.

[27_53]

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...

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She is quite a sight indeed - a stunning vision, his beautiful goddess laid out before him - and he pauses his efforts only VERY briefly to glance up and study her image, commit it to his memory.

(He debates backing down, letting her linger at this level of arousal...she might find it enjoyable, even if she might make him 'regret' it later...wisely he keeps his pause very brief, only a moment to have her catch her breath.)

When he resumes his efforts, he doesn't hold back - he knows she's so very close, can feel it in her energy, hear it in her cries and gasps.

Let go, love. Fall off the edge, he 'urges. I will catch you.

[brave_kreyu]

She lets go, lets the orgasm take her, lets the waves of pleasure ripple through her body as she cries out something that might be his name.

They are BOTH going to need a nap after this!

[27_53]

They are most definitely both going to need a nap. And for as disheveled as she may think she is? He is similar in his appearance, his hair damp with sweat and skin flushed.

Once she has quieted a bit, he deftly moves back up her body, unties the scraf from her wrists and undoes the blindfold, mirroring her earlier motions of cupping her cheek in his hand.

"So beautiful," he whispers, admiring her eyes (there is a fair amount of violet glowing within then) and stroking her face soothingly as she settles.

[brave_kreyu]

"So are you, love," she murmurs. She reaches out to pull him closer. "We should rest for a while. before we try anything else."

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"I agree." Skellig allows himself to be pulled closer, nestling his body into the space where he fits comfortably beside her, one of his wings up and draped over their bodies.

A vaguely wicked smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. "After we rest, I may require something a bit more... filling, to feast upon." He pauses, reaching up to lightly rub at his jaw. "That doesn't require much chewing."

Someone's facial muscles are well-worked over!

[brave_kreyu]

"I think I have just the thing," she says, kissing his cheek.

Curled up together they can get a nice nap before sunrise!