OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

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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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"I would be most honored," he says as he takes her hand - the surge of energy that passes between them is palpable, enriched perhaps by the strength of the spell, the lines he can already feel pulsating through the earth, wrapping around and snaking through the trees that surround them.

The grass near the spring is soft, comfortable as they settle in. He is as close as he will allow himself to get, with her naked form just right there, so very near him.

"What would it take to work to fix the wrongs they have committed? I have heard stories," he admits. "Of sacrifice."

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She smiles as the energy passes between them, feels refreshed.

She is close, relaxed, skin still slightly damp enough that water droplets sometimes catch the sunlight that filters through the canopy and sparkle, draw the eye.

Kreyu frowns for a moment when he mentions stories of sacrifice, then shakes her head. "It is not for pride alone, or even fairness, that a god wants prayers, offerings, rituals, and sacrifices. They are ways of raising and exchanging energy, energy that we NEED as you need food and water."

"This forest is in many ways a part of me, when something is taken from it, that saps my energy, my strength. Humans have taken more from me than I have recovered from their worship for many years now, and I can not sustain such a loss forever."

"I need more energy, on a regular basis, than I have been getting." "I would not wish you sacrificed, or your tribe," she reassures him. "But there are other ways energy can be raised for my sake."

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"I would not have you take any more losses, if I could help it in some way or form, I would gladly do so."

She is right there and the sparkle and glitter of the water droplets does catch his attention - after all, he does care fondly for things that shimmer and shine. (It is the bird in him, perhaps?)

Skellig traces his fingertips over her hand, cautiously feeling her skin beneath his touch - how did he expect het to feel? Different, because she is a goddess? He isn't sure.

"You give so much of yourself, of your strength and energy to all those who would wander and dwell within it. I would work to help build that back up." He only needs direction.

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Her skin is warm, soft, under his touch.

"There are many ways that you could help me build up my strength and my energy, some easier, some more difficult. The most potent and reliable..." She pauses.

"Were I not a goddess, had you met me at a gathering of the tribes for a festival, would you find me desirable as a mate, a bed partner?" He can feel that the question is important, and that he needs to be truthful.

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With the flush that starts in the tips of his ears and spreads to the rest of his head (and his body) his 'answer' should be pretty evident, without him having to speak.

(Which is a good thing, as his words catch and stumble in his mouth as he tries to stutter them out - he is so very nervous, now he is a little fearful, even scared?)

"Don't...don't go much to festivals," he stammers. "Hard to watch from the outside, the rest of them. Should be there, alongside. Not that different," he protests. His gaze is away from her face, his focus firm on their hands. "I would, would be a good mate. I am desirable. Worthy of another."

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"You would be a very good mate," she tells him. "If they can not see that, they do not deserve you." She is so very sure, so very certain.

"You are so very lovely," she tells him, her voice dropping low, roughening with desire. "Body and soul. I would gladly teach you what I know of sharing pleasure."

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That surprises him (why?) slightly, and he lifts his gaze to look at her. She will see the desire in his own eyes, the want and the lust and everything else filtering through his system as he senses the same building in her own spirit.

(This is a total role reversal and he is unsure of how to react, but it all seems...natural? Even though he has laid with her many times now at this point during their relationship, this...is different?)

"I would appreciate your kindness, Goddess. And your guidance and knowledge, and perhaps I can help restore some of the energy that has been taken from you."

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"I would be eager to teach you even if I were full of energy to bursting," she assures him. She suspects he has never lain with anyone before, and with her being a goddess on top of that, he might accept actions and behaviors from her that he should not. The thought of that makes her heart ache. "You must promise me that if at any point, anything that I do is unpleasant, or makes you unsettled...you will speak up. I do not think that will be a concern...but if it is, I would stop, without argument."

( Almost word for word what he asked her to promise him, not so long ago. They have lain with one another many times, and yet this feels different. The story seeping in, the spell, her own wish that she had been there for him from the first?)

"I would like for you to sit on my lap, if you would feel comfortable doing so?"

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His blush spreads when she mentions she would be eager to teach him even if she had no need for the energy, his heartrate quickens a bit, because (as he realizes) that means that she wants him.

(Him! While she is a goddess and he is simply the one born-winged, the outcast, the one they whisper about and tell stories of. She wants him, and that is exciting and makes him anxious all at once.)

"I promise," he says softly. "I would ask the same of you."

He bites his lower lip gently (he is nearly fully wrapped in the spell and the story now, the threads having grabbed hold of him firmly, the parallels are just too similar to ignore) and glances at her lap. "I would not hurt you, if I did so?"

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Perhaps even a goddess can be an outcast. Are there other gods that keep her company or must she live such a lonely existence?

"I promise," she replies, voice soft and gentle. She is relieved that he has made the promise, and pleased that he has asked the same of her.

"Not at all," she assures him. "I am sturdier than I appear to be. And it would bring me pleasure to have you so close."

(She is wrapped in the story too, the threads having firmly grabbed a hold of her.)

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The more important factor in all of this is which circulates in his mind is that she is fully naked, and he is just in a kilt - should he shed his kilt? is it too forward of him to do so? clearly nudity of not a concern of hers, but should it be of his? - and so he is...momentarily stuck as to what exactly he should do.

But she is wanting him on her lap.
And he needs to move eventually (it is not like he expects her to disappear into thin air, but what if she changes her mind?) so he nods, moves closer to her.

"Would you have me disrobe, Goddess?"

(There - he will ask, and accept whatever direction she gives him. It might be cheating a bit to put all the 'control' in her hands in this moment but he is so very scattered mentally that it will help pull him back to focus.)

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"I would have you do whatever you would be more comfortable with," she tells him, smiling. "Although disrobing might save cleaning of your clothing later."

Considering she intends to make him come and it might approach more rapidly than either of them is expecting.

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"I feel safe with you," he says honestly - and while 'safe' is not necessarily the same as 'comfortable', the meaning behind his words should be enough to reassure her. "I always have, in these woods."

His kilt is shed and he settles himself on her lap without further preamble, wrapping his arms loosely around her body as it just makes sense to do so. His heartbeat (he already 'runs' a touch fast, right now it is practically racing) is erratic and she can probably feel it in his fingertips as he touches her skin.

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His heart is racing so fast!

She smiles reassuringly. "There we go. May I kiss you?"

When she has his answer, she presses her lips against his, soft, gentle, as she wraps her arms around him. She will let him set the pace.

(Such a treasure they have scorned, cast aside! She is tempted to keep him just for herself, let them weep when they realize what they have lost!)

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His mouth against hers is only awkward for the first few moments as they kiss - though his mind is firmly entrenched in the spell and the story that they have woven with this 'practice' ritual, his muscle memory takes over and she will notice a wave of 'calm' sweep over his senses, his nervous energy becoming less 'spiky' as he relaxes into the kiss and her touch.

This is Kreyu, this is your partner, your mate, you are safe here, you always have been.

His movements do not fully reflect his inner self, as he moves to settle his hands on her waist, fingers skating nervously over her ribcage. Her breasts are so very close to his hands and he wants so badly to touch her...

(His heartbeat picks up again, as do the nerves.)

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"You may touch me however you like," she whispers as they break for air. "And it would feel good for me, your hands on my breasts as we kiss." Not reading his mind so much as his hands skating nervously over her ribcage.

"Learn how they feel in your hands as you touch them, explore them to your heart's content."

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His focus is solely on working to please the Goddess, to make up for the hurt that his tribe has inflicted upon her, to please her in any way possible in an effort to 'fix' things. (This mindset of his will shift the further they get into this exploration, but it may take some time and encouragement.) So when she asks for him to touch her, to bring her pleasure... he will obey!

There is only minimal hesitation in his motions as he leans in for another kiss and moves his hands higher on her body, cupping her breasts gently as they kiss, allowing his fingers to explore and tease her nipples, moves his palms to knead softly against the flesh.

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The Goddess moans in pleasure at his touch, his kneading and teasing of her nipples! It's been so very long since any touch other than her own has brought her pleasure, not since the Sun betrayed her and broke her heart!

"Feels so good," she breathes against his mouth, then kisses him again. She tests the waters a little, daring to deepen the kisses just a bit. One hand wanders to his collarbones, the other teases a little where it is resting at his waist.

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She can dare to push the boundaries and intensify things however she would wish to - he would not protest a thing from her, in this moment (something that does fall into the grey area of control and power, but it will not be a concern here and now) with how good she is making him feel with her kisses and her hands on his skin.

His collarbones have always been sensitive and this is no exception; when her fingertips trace over them he swallows back a pleasured groan, breath hitching hard in his lungs.

"Please," he begs, his voice a little desperate (now that he knows that touch from another can bring such feelings and emotions racing through his mind, he finds he wants more of it) and ragged. "Kiss me again, like that?"

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"Make as much noise as you like," she purrs. "It helps me know I'm doing a good job pleasing you, my dear."

For all they have never met face to face before, he is so very dear to her. So eager to understand her mysteries, to explore the forest. His existence has been company when she has been so VERY lonely.

His tone, his words, make her eyes darken with want, make her shiver with pleasure. She does as he asks, kisses him 'like that' while she strokes both of his collarbones with her hands. Slow, lingering, meticulous exploration of what gives him the most pleasure.

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His response to her touch and her kiss is to whimper eagerly into her mouth - that is nice, very nice to feel her fingertips running over his skin in such a manner - and he takes a hint of charge, using his own energy to deepen the kiss; allow his tongue to wrestle with hers.

(Oh, he has dreamed of this for so long - not with her exactly, for he has had no image of her in his mind to play out this scene - but the visuals do not truly matter in this moment, her mouth on his, their hands exploring each other's bodies with such pleasure.)

His skin is twitching beneath her touches as she traces lines on his chest, and it is not the only thing 'twitching' between their bodies as his arousal stirs, heat pooling in his stomach and his groin, causing him to shift and squirm a bit on her lap.

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She's pleased at him taking a hint of charge, 'rewards' him with a deepening kiss, her tongue teasing his and with one hand moving farther down his chest to tease a nipple.

"That's it, let your body do as it pleases, Skellig. Going to make you feel so very good, my dear," she pants between kisses.

(She has been tempted so many times over the years to see if she could slip into his dreams, speak with him that way. And, though she feels guilty about it, she's dreamed about doing more with him in HIS dreams than TALKING.)

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"You already are," he admits with a laugh, voice a bit breathless with a hint of the nerves creeping in once again as he strokes his hands over her body - running his fingertips from her breasts to her stomach to settle at her hips, making notes of the way that she moves in response to his touches.

(He already knows all of the ways to drive her wild, but this feels truly like it is the first time he has touched her, touched anyone in this manner.)

"And I am. I...I don't think I could stop anything my body is doing, Goddess," he adds, with another laugh. "It all feels so good."

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The noises of pleasure she makes as he moves his hands might spur his arousal even more. "And you are making me feel so good, Skellig," she tells him.

She moves a hand down to his belly, slowly traces the lines she dyed on his skin earlier, the blue a clear path to follow. The other hand touches his wings, ever so gentle. "Such lovely feathers," she croons. "So soft compared to mine." Her wings rustle, 'reach' out to wrap around him.

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Many others have touched his feathers before: children, curious as he grew up alongside them, wondering if those of their 'friend' were truly the same as birds, comparing feathers he would drop when molting to those found in the wild (or plucked off the evening's hunt before it was roasted upon the fire). Adults, who would stare at him, poke and prod and debate for hours about if he was a beast or perhaps something greater, nobody could ever seem to decide...

But their touches were not the same as her touches.

Instinctively, his first reaction as she touches his wings is to pull away - but it is brief, quickly replaced by his reassurance that he is alright - and he arches his body slightly to lean into her as she wraps her wings around him, pressing his shoulder into her feathers.

"Yours are lovely also," he breathes. And oh, her hand is right there on his stomach, tracing the bird 'tattoo' he carries upon his skin - so close to other parts of his anatomy that are begging for her attention. "I have...I believe I have found a few of your feathers, before, while walking these woods."