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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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."

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"I am glad you find them lovely," she tells him. "I, I had hoped you would find them," she admits as she strokes his stomach, shifts her wings where his shoulders are pressed against them to tease. (She will give her attention to those other parts of his anatomy in a minute!)

"I did not wish to intrude uninvited, but you have been good company all the same." If he's not too distracted by what's going on, he might hear the loneliness in her voice, see it in her eyes for a moment, before she pushes it back.

She leans in to whisper in his ear, voice low and rough with want. "A bit wicked of me, perhaps, but I want to take your cock in my hands. Make you feel so good that you will imagine my hands on your cock every time you bring yourself to release from now on."

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His distraction is somewhat of a hinderance when it comes to picking up on her subtle hint of loneliness, but it isn't fully lost on him - after all, when he has also found himself so very lonely at times, it is easier to feel it when she speaks.

There was something else he was going to say, in response to her comment about not wanting to intrude upon him - he might have been startled, but he would not have minded - but then she speaks of her hands taking hold of his cock, and everything in his mind promptly and rapidly evaporates.

"...you can be as wicked as you would like," he mutters, voice breaking roughly (once he manages to find it again from wherever it ran off to) as a shudder runs down his spine. "I would not, not object. Please."

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He might remember what he was going to say later. Maybe a lot later.

Her smile is playful as she reaches for the oil glands in her wings, expresses some onto her fingers. "Will feel so much better with a little lubrication," she tells him. She wraps her fingers loosely around his cock. "So hard for me already," she purrs, pleased. "Come whenever and however you like, my dear."

Whenever might be a problem, particularly if no one else has ever touched him like this before. The preening oil will help a bit with his 'staying power', but she knows how to stroke him JUST RIGHT for all that the strokes are slow....

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Everything is leading him closer to finding his release - he is grateful for her added 'assistance' with lubrication, moaning happily as she touches him - it all feels so good, everything she is doing to him. He will not last long, but he does want to last at least a bit longer, enjoy all of this.

(He would not expect a second round to be blessed upon him by the Goddess, he might hope for it but he is not expecting it.)

With his adrenaline coursing through his body and the connections he is feeling with his energy and hers, this sacred spring and this forest that surrounds them...he is lucky to last as long as he does, to enjoy a few moments of her stroking and teasing at his cock with her fingertips and hand before he buries his face in the crook of her neck.

"Please, Goddess, please..." he begs, unabashed and unashamed as he comes, spilling over her hand as she strokes him through his climax.

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There is no reason for him to be abashed or ashamed, in Kreyu's opinion. She makes soothing and encouraging nonsense sounds as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, holds him close with the hand that isn't stroking his cock.

She won't stop stroking until he's done or he becomes too sensitive to want her touch. She's rather worked up herself, especially after bringing him to climax! Nowhere near enough to come, but more than enough to make her ACHE with want. She will be patient, especially as she has no idea how long Skellig will need to recover or if he can tell just how worked up she is right now.

"There now, my dear Skellig. Just breathe for a bit, darling," she says, soft.

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With the overwhelming amount of energy that is practically vibrating through his body right now, he should be allowed some grace when it comes to noticing how worked up she is - he will focus his attention on her in a moment, but for now he just needs a moment to catch his breath, settle his nerves.

(He might be clinging to her just a bit, with her hand stroking over the back of his neck as he pants, desperate to regain his bearings.)

"Better...better than just my own hands," he finally quips, once he can remember how to talk again.

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She will gladly extend him every grace, let him cling to her as long as he needs. She keeps stroking the back of his neck, soothing, grounding.

She chuckles, low, amused and pleased. "I'm glad. A most successful first lesson." She discreetly wipes the hand she was stroking him with off on some leaves. "Better than I had dreamed it would be for both of us."

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"I will be ready for my next lesson in just...just a few moments."

Once clarity has filtered back into his senses, he turns his head and presses his lips against her neck, soft and a little cautious. "Will work to give you whatever energy you would need and desire, Goddess. Try to do my best, at least." He knows he has to learn (why does this all seem so new and fresh to him?) "I would have you show me."

He is so very eager to please, to pleasure her!

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"No need to rush so my dear, take all the time you need," she assures him. "I want you to enjoy everything between us and not strain yourself."

It's been a long time, especially as humans measure things, since she's taken a sexual partner. She is finding his eagerness to please, to pleasure her, hot as hell!

"Much as I enjoy having you on my lap, we will need to shift position when you are ready for the next lesson. You will need to be able to see what you are doing, at least until you can tell what you are doing by touch alone."

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Once he feels steady enough to move from her lap, he does so - his limbs are still a little shaky, as he kneels beside her, head bowed slightly.

"Whatever you would ask of me, I would be glad to do it," he says softly. "I have never...never brought a woman to release, so I may stumble, but I am no stranger to taking direction."

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She should tell him to be wary of so open ended a promise....later.

"I will be glad to show you how to please me." And the thought of him doing that is enough to excite her all by itself.

"Feel free to move however you need to in order to see better." She opens her legs as wide as she can, giving Skellig a view of anatomy he might not have seen before. She uses her fingers to spread her folds apart, to let him see her most sensitive places. "This right here," she rubs her clit, makes a small moan of pleasure. "Is a little like your cock. Feels very good when it is touched, rubbed."

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Swallowing hard, he nods as he watches her touch herself, listens carefully as she moans, as her heart rate jumps a little and the surge of arousal and pleasure works through her body.

"I...I have heard others," he admits. "My hearing is...sharper than most. I try not to listen, find other things to focus on, but some times it has been...unavoidable."

He cringes slightly, embarrassed by how that sounds. He would not wish to be seen as a voyeur, that is not ever his intention - he would rather walk away, find a place to hide, some place where there are other sounds (like these woods) to listen to, than those having pleasure he has felt he would never attain himself.

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"A difficult burden to bear," she says sympathetically. "I too have sensed intimacy I would have preferred not to. A surprising number of humans decide to come to the forest for activities of a carnal nature."

She flexes a wing, offers it to him. "If you press where my wing bends there, you will get some of my preening oils on your fingers. Will help when you touch me." She puts her own hands on her other wing, slicks them with oil.

"Usually work myself up a little more, before I do this, but I didn't want to have to interrupt once I have you start touching me." She strokes her clit three times, moans in pleasure, then slips a finger inside of her cunt. "Not as big as a cock, but it still feels good when it thrusts in and out, rubs. She demonstrates the thrusts a few times, removes her finger reluctantly.

Her eyes are dark with desire. "Can take more fingers as I get worked up, or a cock." She takes a deep breath, lets it out. "Would you like to try?"

Please touch me, she doesn't say out loud.

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The laugh that escapes him - would you like to try, he thinks to himself - is one of nervous excitement, a hint of disbelief that a legitimate GODDESS is showing him the ropes to pleasuring another. The smile that accompanies it is brilliant as he reaches for her wing, to graze his fingers over the oil gland and slick up his fingers.

"Very much so," he says, voice gone a little husky and rough around the edges, as his eyes darken with want.

He adjusts his position to better kneel his body between her legs, bringing himself closer to her as he allows his fingertips to slide lightly over her folds, seek out her clit to begin rubbing it gently.

"Could I kiss you, while I touch you like this?"

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Oh, that laugh, that smile! He is a treasure. And the change in his voice, the darkening in his eyes, sends a shiver of arousal down her spine.

She moans in pleasure, low, loud, when he starts to gently rub her clit. "Yes, kissing would be good," she tells him. Her voice is rough with want, husky

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He rises up to give himself a better angle to reach her to lean in for a kiss, catching her mouth with his and matching the 'pace' of his kisses to the rhythm he is setting with his fingertips on her clit.

And after a moment, a thought strikes him - with his 'free' hand that is not busy, he moves it to cup one of her breasts gently, those fingertips tentatively reaching to toy with her nipple as he continues to stroke at her arousal and kiss her.

(More is better, right?)