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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"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."

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She echoes his moan as he cups her breast, massages it. "So good. You're making me feel so good, Skellig," she gasps.

She shivers with want as he begs for her touch. She's more than happy to oblige his want, touching everywhere she can reach. She teases the lines on his chest, his belly, rubs at his nipples. She cups his ass in her hands, massages it lightly like he is doing for her breast, runs her hands up and down his spine. Any place she thinks he might enjoy being touched is fair game.

All the while, she rolls her hips to meet his thrusts. It's a good thing no one is remotely close to them in the forest, because there would be not doubt as to what is going on with the noises they are making!

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Skellig has always been the quiet one, trying to fit in when it is already so obviously difficult to do so (because, wings) is not easy, so the fact that he is allowing himself to even MAKE this much noise is a first in itself!

But she's touching him like he asked her, begged her to, and it all feels so good.

He wants to repay her in kind; he allows his free hand to explore her body, roaming her breasts, her ribcage, sliding over her waist - then a thought strikes him and he slips that hand between their bodies, shifting the angle of his hips just slightly (moaning at the sensation as the position changes) to give his fingers better access to her arousal as he continues to thrust - but adding in his fingertips, seeking out her clit, toying and teasing once he finds it - adding another layer of stimulation to the mix. Hopefully she will approve?

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She is a symphony of pleasured sounds as he touches her, pleasure and delight washing over him in waves.

"Yes, yes, yes!," she gasps as he shifts his angle, rubs at her clit.

Does it feel good when her internal muscles start to quiver around his cock as he thrusts in and out of her? She can't manage to get words to cooperate, to tell him that she's close to release.

It won't take much more for her body to tighten around his cock, for her to tumble over the edge with a cry of ecstasy...

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It feels good - so very good - better than he can ever recall anything ever feeling in his short lifetime on this patch of earth - and he is so very grateful that the Goddess chose him to take on as her student, to teach these ways of pleasure.

Words are faltering as she pushes him over the edge; her release is close, but his is closer, as his control slips he is hit with an overwhelming sense of Light and pleasure that surrounds him and practically overwhelms every sense in his body.

The way he whimpers and grasps blindly at her as his climax rocks over him could be seen as desperate, if not for the underlying sense of joy and the feelings of content, of belonging, this is just right and he is so very grateful! He can hear her shouting her pleasure also, feel her body tightening around his cock, her arms and legs wrapping firmly around his body, holding him protectively, possessively. He is her treasure and she will not be sharing!

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She's still wrapped firmly around him as they come down, firmly enough that he probably couldn't pull himself out of her if he wanted to.

She nuzzles his neck, shivers. "Best I've ever had," she murmurs against his skin. Which means that he definitely out sexed an actual god.

The effect is too subtle for human eyes to see, but the Forest has been rejuvenated, strengthened.

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He lowers the majority of his body weight onto her, but he is making at least an effort to hold himself up on his elbows above her - however that is only until she reaches for him and pulls him closer, she wants him closer, and he doesn't fight her.

Vaguely her words register in his mind, but it takes him a moment before he regains enough self-awareness to even remember where his tongue is, let alone how to use it...

"Best?" He is a bit surprised, but there is just the barest hint of pride, of 'smug' underlying his tone. "Really?"

This is so very perfect here in the forest, he allows one hand to spread out against the ground, curling his fingers softly into the grass - there is a hint of something he does not understand that has changed, but he can feel it.

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"Really," Kreyu replies, smug.

"Raised enough energy to rejuvenate the forest," she tells him as he curls his fingers into the grass. "And gave me enough energy that I can MAKE the tribe see me for a little while if you decide you want to go back to them."

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"Best." His heart is still slightly racing in his chest, his lungs working to pull in steady breaths as he returns back to 'normal', slowly. "Wanted. Wanted me."

That is still slightly mind-boggling, but he's accepting it for now.

He shifts his body to get comfortable, and the dull ache of soreness that comes after some really great sex starts to settle into his muscles - he groans softly, pleasured, because all of his nerve endings are still ramped up with arousal despite how tired he is.

"Don't...don't want to decide now," he adds, pressing his lips against her neck, lingering with slow, slightly 'drunk' kisses between his words. "Just want t'stay with you. Can...can I stay? Please?"

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"You can stay as long as you want," she says, voice soft. "I, I was afraid you wouldn't want to." Blame the god of the Sun for that one!

She strokes his back as she enjoys his kisses. "Wanted you for a while. I kept dreaming about slipping into YOUR dreams, talking to you there. And more than talking." She flushes. "Would ache so with want when I woke up that I had to give myself some relief with my fingers."

She's hoping he doesn't find that disturbing, disgusting, or weird.

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His skin flushes as she mentions how she has wanted him for quite some time, how she has wanted to speak to him, to touch him in his dreams, and how she has been left wanting and having to pleasure herself...

The image that is put into his head is of her kneeling in front of him, working herself to orgasm with just her fingertips, rocking steady and moaning his name.

"...oh," he says softly, a pleased shiver rippling down his spine. "That...I am...honored, that you felt that strongly."

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His mental image is more accurate than he knows.

"I should have taken the risk, spoken to you when you were awake. Would have eased our loneliness far sooner."

"We can nap here, if you like? Wash up and have a meal when we wake?" She thinks she is soft enough and warm enough for him to rest comfortably upon?

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"I would like that," he murmurs softly, a yawn catching him by surprise. "I am not too heavy?"

(He is lighter than most males of his size regardless, thanks to the 'owl' part of his being...)

Skellig snuggles closer to her regardless of her response - they will find a position that works here upon the grass, protected and secluded.

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"Not at all," she tells him. "You feel nice, comforting, sprawled on top of me." Perhaps in part because his weight on her is proof that he hasn't left her, isn't out breaking her heart, though she's not consciously aware of that.

He is falling asleep in Kreyu's arms, the Goddess's arms! Surely, out of all the possibilities he considered when he set out this morning, this wasn't one of them? And yet, it feels RIGHT, as if this is exactly where he is supposed to be.

They drift off to sleep, safe, sound, wrapped up in one another. Her scent is in his nose, her breath and her heartbeat in his ears, the warmth of her body under his.

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Never in his WILDEST of dreams and fantasy scenarios did this occur...

(It is so nice to not be lonely, for once...)

The sun has shifted towards the other side of the forest, colors changing as the light goes from morning to afternoon. Once he starts to stir in her embrace, a hint of disbelief running through his mind when he 'realizes' that it is not just another dream that has occured; she is still here, still with him.

Very sleepy and still sore from their earlier escapades, he stretches his body and sighs, content.

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She feels him shift, opens her eyes, and he can hear her heart lurch in surprise. "Oh, you're real!" she says, voice soft. "I didn't dream you this time." She runs her fingers through his hair, so gentle, so careful, as if she is afraid he'll disappear and she'll be all alone again. (So very lonely again.)