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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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?)

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Oh, OH, that feels AMAZING! The whimpers of pleasure she's making as she kisses him, her nipple hardening under his fingers, all the changes in her body are likely signaling to him that she likes this very much.

Although he might not NEED those signals with his abilities. She's putting off so much light, pleasure, and joy right now that he can probably feel THAT instead.

She matches the intensity of his kisses with hers, seeks out his wings with her fingers to give him pleasure.

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This young, he is still learning to control just what energies do to his system as they flood across his senses - but with the amount of feelings she is putting into the air and ground around them, there is little he can do to control anything so he chooses instead to soak it in, enjoy the experience as he works to pleasure her.

All his movements are cautious and careful, but she will notice a bit more confidence as he moves to slide a finger inside of her cunt, teasing a bit with his touches.

Her energy flooding his senses, coupled with the spell and their surroundings, has also led to his own arousal starting to recover, his cock stirring slightly as he deepens their kiss - he's a little sloppy with it, but it's eager and excited, because he likes the way she is responding to his touches, her moans and whimpers.

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"Yes!" she gasps between kisses as he slides a finger inside of her. She doesn't mind him being a little sloppy, his eagerness and excitement more than make up for it.

Her hips have started bucking toward him as he thrusts his finger in and out, and she meets his deep kiss with her own, teasing him. By fate or luck, one of her hands wanders to his cock, strokes lightly.

She makes a noise of happy surprise when she finds he's stirring again. If he is recovering, she should stroke him some more! So she does.

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Skellig grunts quietly as she starts to stroke his cock, his breath catching in his chest as his hips press closer to her touch, silently begging more please more because all of THAT feels so very good.

Kissing her feels natural, feels right - so he explores that option by letting his mouth wander from hers, pressing his lips to her jawline, her throat - maybe it is instinct, maybe it is muscle memory taking over once again (who knows and who cares) - and then he allows his mouth to settle at her breast, his tongue circling her nipple before he captures it and sucks gently, while continuing to stroke her clit and thrust a finger inside of her.

With his other hand now free, he reaches down and allows his fingertips to join hers on his cock, and he groans as he feels a wave of pleasure ripple over him - at the rate he is responding, he will he hard enough for her in short order - but that will require him to work her into a greater state of arousal - he adds a second finger to the first inside of her.

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Kreyu is making every sound of pleasure he's ever overheard, ever dreamed, as he pleasures her with his mouth and his fingers. They probably hit differently now, when HE is coaxing them from a goddess who wants him, is begging him with her body for more of his attention.

"Yes!" she gasps as he begins to suck her nipple, her body arches to press her breasts toward him. "My clever Skellig," she tells him, the tone proud, pleased, aroused, and ever so slightly possessive. "Figured out how to please me with your mouth all on your own." Those words take a while, broken up my sounds of pleasure and breaths for air. She strokes his cock more firmly, teases his wing. "Hm, like that," she tells him as he slips another finger inside of her.

(He's amazing, those foolish members of his tribe and others like them have no idea what they're missing. And she doesn't intend to SHARE now that she's gotten a taste of him!)

"Change, change of lesson plan," she gasps. It takes a few moments to marshal the control to speak somewhat normally, her voice husky. "Would you like to fuck me, Skellig? Lay me down on this grass and fill me with your cock?"

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His brain briefly short-circuits when she suggests that he lay her down on the grass and fuck her - mostly because he cannot fathom the idea that a creature like himself could be worthy of such a high honor. It takes him a moment to reset his mind and his words are a little scattered, scrambled when he does speak.

(His fingers do slow inside of her, because his capacity for speaking and moving to pleasure her at the same time is minimal.)

"Would have...you would have me...allow me to..."

He shakes his head to try to straighten his mind, and then glances up at her - and she is the vision of everything he has ever dreamed of as he has wandered these woods, as he has laid awake in his bed in the middle of the night, cock aching in his hand as he tried to practice, make himself 'good enough' for at least one of them to say "yes" if he tried to ask them to lay with him...

"I would..." he nods, short and firm. "I would like that, Goddess."

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She doesn't know exactly what's going through his head, but she can catch pieces of his feelings. "They've hurt you so, my dear, but never again."

She will make SURE of that, if nothing else, with the strength he is giving her.

She strokes him, slow but firm. "Neither of us is quite ready for that part of the dance just yet," she tells him. "Particularly me. It's, it's been a while."

He knows the story behind that, how the god of the Sun broke her heart. Very charming, very lovely, forever unfaithful to his lovers. He'd whispered pretty promises, said she was different than all the others, that he loved her. The Goddess took him to her bed, lay with him. He promised to be faithful, to be true, but the promise did not last a single night. The Goddess awoke to find him gone from their bed, went searching for him only to find him fucking a water nymph.

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"They did not understand...I could not blame them, for casting me aside as they did. I am so different...they did not know what to make of me, when they found me in these woods. They never have understood. I have tried to be like them, tried to make sense of it all..."

He shakes his head, shifts his hips towards her touch.

"I am grateful you are willing to take on such a...being as myself, as a student."

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The Goddess doesn't roll her eyes, but she does raise an eyebrow, open her wings wide. "Mere difference does not excuse such behavior over so many years. At first, perhaps, but your heart and your actions have proved your worth ten times over."

She keeps stroking him, shifts her own hips toward his fingers, aching. "They don't understand me either, for all they worship me."

"Tempted to keep you, all to myself."

She makes a pleasured whimper. She could probably take another of his fingers inside of her.

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Her whimper is what gets his focus snapped back into the 'reality' they have created inside the confines of this spell and ritual, and for an instant he is concerned he has hurt her in some way - but then it clicks that she is not in pain, but actually wanting more from him...

"Forgive my distraction with my words," he apologizes, leaning closer, pressing his lips to her shoulder as he bows his head. "When I am nervous, I find I chatter..."

She is wanting more from him and he will give it to her, adding a third finger to the stroking he is doing, teasing her clit with his thumb as he resumes his earlier 'rhythm' he had set.

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"Quite alright, darling," she gasps. Then she moans as he adds that third finger. "Oh, oh yes."

She strokes him and she teases his wings and oh, his fingers feel so good. Her hips are driving against his fingers with a steady rhythm.

It's HARD to force her mind to plan ahead. "Might, might be a good idea to lay me down now, darling. You can slick up your fingers and your cock with my wing oils, practice the angle you'll be using with your cock with your fingers while you finish getting hard."

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Skellig glances around the area they have at their disposal - the grass is plentiful and appears comfortable, the ground free of any sharp stones or sticks (which would make sense, as this is her sacred spring they are near and if she spends time here, she would want it free of debris) that might cause injury.

With her fingertips in his wings and on his cock, it is hard to move his position - and since he has never had to do this before, there is definitely a fair amount of awkward fumbling on his part as they get settled and then resume their activities, only pausing to do as she suggested and run his fingers over her oil glands, adding lubrication to the equation.

"Are you comfortable?"

She certainly looks it, sprawled beneath him on the grass, his fingers hovering over her cunt as he pauses his 'efforts' to ensure he is not doing anything wrong - this feels right, and he knows he will be hard enough soon to take her, but he wants to make sure...

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"Very comfortable," she purrs. "Just need your fingers working their magic again until you're ready to take me."

She looks a bit like an erotic dream, all flushed, sprawled beneath him on the grass, her wings as open as they can be with her on her back.

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It is hard for him to not simply stare at her form beneath him, and he takes another moment to appreciate her beauty, the way the sunlight is filtered through the leaves and falling upon her skin, the flush to her body and her wings visible.

(Never could he have imagined getting to do this with another with wings, another like him - even if he is nowhere near 'similar' to her, because she is a Goddess!)

Nodding eagerly, he resettles himself and resumes the pleasure he was giving her just moments ago - remembering her words my clever Skellig as he found her breasts with his lips, so he leans up and repeats that again as well, letting his tongue and lips find a nipple to tease - she seemed to enjoy it earlier, so he suspects she will again!

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Oh, she does, very much! This is possibly the loudest moan of pleasure yet. She's a bit smug about her training, and a bit smug about her EXCELLENT choice in Skellig, because he is already outperforming the god of the Sun as far as HER pleasure is concerned. (It has been a long time, of course, and her memory of HIM is soured by his betrayal, so she might be misremembering his competence at pleasing her.)


"Please," she gasps, bucking her hips toward him. "Want you."

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Even with her possible 'misremembering', Skellig is going to work quite hard at earning her favor and will do his best to provide her with as much pleasure as possible! Her moan sends a chill down his spine and heat straight to his cock, which he takes in his hand (that is already so wet, between her oils and her arousal) and he has to force himself, calm down because while he has only just gotten fully hard again, he would not want to come too quickly.

This part...this part perhaps he remembers, this part muscle memory can assist with; he is still nervous a bit as he presses himself against her, because part of him cannot believe this is happening! and another part is working very hard to keep his excitement contained so he does not just go wild.

His motions are slow and careful; she adjusts as he pushes himself inside her, and he is cognizant of that; he gasps a few times as she tenses around him, because that feels oh so very good. Rhythm and movement will come in a moment, but he just wants to feel this, savor it a few seconds, put it to memory...

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Her smile as he fully sheathes himself in her is proud and slightly smug. "Just like that, Skellig. My clever darling," she purrs.

Violet is creeping into her irises, faintly glowing. A color he knows well. (The most precious resource his tribe trades with is a mushroom just that color that grows only in the darkest and most secret places of the forest. With the Goddess so angry of late, none but Skellig have dared to gather it. Those places like a wonderful secret between himself and the Goddess.)

She looks up at him, unconsciously licks her lips, her eyes dark with want and desire. (So kind, so strong, so clever, so lovely, is her Skellig.) "Such a wonder you are, my dear, and you're all mine." There's the slightest hint of a growl in her voice.

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The growl in her voice and the underlying possessiveness in her tone, her energy sends a shiver down his spine; nobody has ever wanted him like this before, made an effort to lay claim to him - and here is the Goddess, her eyes dark and wanting, that faint violet glow.

All of it is a thrill and a turn-on and he's not entirely sure how to react to the sensations running through his body. But instinct takes over and he starts to move against her, with her - his pace easy as he gets used to how it feels, how his body responds to all of it.

With one particular thrust and roll of her hips to meet his, a loud moan of pure pleasure escapes him, followed by another before he laughs, flush spreading to his cheeks. "Forgive... forgive me Goddess," he pants softly against her skin, pressing his lips against her throat. "You just feel... this is so good."

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She is so VERY smug right now. "Nothing to forgive, Skellig," she assures him. "I like it when you make those noises, they help me know I'm pleasing you."

She grins, wickedly. "And they make me wetter, make me want you even more."

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His response to that is another moan, as he nuzzles at her neck, brings a hand up to cup one of her breasts, massaging lightly.

"Never been wanted before," he says (it isn't sad, just fact). "Never knew what it was like. This... this is..."

There are not words to describe what he is feeling, how special and real and vivid all of this is. This is AMAZING. And be it a 'gift' from the gods, but his usual stamina is holding, which means they're both going to enjoy themselves fully.

"Touch..." A pleasured gasp escapes him as another shiver runs down his spine. "Touch me, please. Anywhere. Everywhere."