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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[brave_kreyu]

"Even so," she says. She smiles, leans in to kiss him, tastes the wine on his lips.

"I have a few thoughts about what we might do once we have eaten," she offers as she finishes eating.

[27_53]

Skellig is nearly finished with his meal, nodding as she speaks. "I would be honored to hear your thoughts, Goddess."

Last bite of food swallowed, and safely washed down with some wine that is also finished. He smiles at her, eager. "Now that my strength has recovered."

[brave_kreyu]

"I thought we might kiss for a while, and then I could give you another lesson?"

"One I had originally intended to give you earlier before your skill and our circumstances convinced me to change up my lesson plan."

"You might have heard that there are other ways to bring a partner to release than ones hands, cock, or cunt?"

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He exhales heavily and shifts a little where he is sitting, nodding gently.

"I have...yes. When there have been festivals in our camp, I know that when some of my friends have snuck off together...activities have...occurred."

His gaze flickers quickly over her lips to her throat, then wanders lower to her breasts, her torso and stomach, then lower still to her lap - before he glances back up to meet her eyes.

"That have brought great pleasure to both parties."

[brave_kreyu]

She is relieved that he has friends, that he is not completely without support! She grins. "A most pleasant form of devouring, that brings pleasure instead of harm."

"I would quite like to teach you what my lips and my tongue can do for you, my dear. And then perhaps you could show what you have learned on me?"

A thought strikes her. "Although you got to enjoy our second lesson far longer than you did the first. Would you mind a quicker lesson first, to give you a release, before my longer lesson?"

[27_53]

Would he mind?

Skellig just blinks at her, an amused expression on his features, and that familiar flush begins to rise into his cheeks.

"I... it would be a dream to be spoiled in such a manner."

Answer: No he would not mind.

[brave_kreyu]

Her grin widens, pleased and enthused about his response. "Oh good, we shouldn't even need to get undressed for this one."

"May I sit on your lap?" When he gives his answer, she straddles his lap. Her clothing gives the illusion of modesty compared to being fully naked. Her breasts and belly are hidden behind the linen of the chiton, but he can see the curves of her body through the fabric, would easily feel the heat of her should he run his hands over her form. The chiton's fabric is pushed up on her legs by her position, giving tantalizing hints of her upper thighs. The truth is that there is nothing but air between his hands and her most intimate places and nothing but the linen of his kilt between her cunt and his cock. And the fabric of his kilt can easily be moved 'out of the way'.

"Reminds me of the dream I had last night," she admits as she leans in to kiss him, soft and lingering.

[27_53]

"The dream..." His words are interrupted by her kiss, and he does not protest it as she leans in; tentatively, he snakes an arm around her midsection to pull her closer to his body.

She is the one doing the 'teaching' so he will let her lead him, but he still wants to be an active participant in the lesson!

Once they break for breath, he glances at her. "Did you dream of me?"

[brave_kreyu]

She wraps her arms around him, makes a pleased noise when he pulls her closer.

"Yes," she admits. "I dream of you most nights." She runs her hands up and down his back.

"In the dream, I had never lain with anyone before, never even managed to bring myself to release." It's not a dream that she's remembering, but her first time with Skellig! "You showed me how to please you, how to stroke your cock to make you come." She shivers in pleasure at the memory. "But before that you used your hands on me and your kisses on my mouth, my neck, my shoulders to give me my first release."

[27_53]

Sighing happily - he cannot believe that SHE would dream of HIM most nights - he nuzzles his lips against her neck, pressing kisses (as she describes what he did for her to coax her to climax) to her skin softly while she tells him of her dream.

"That sounds lovely," he mutters playfully, letting his fingertips skate along her ribs, tracing lines on her body through the chiton. "I am honored to know that you have had me on your mind so often, Goddess. Perhaps it helps to explain why I am so drawn to these woods, find them such a sanctuary..."

[brave_kreyu]

"That feels lovely," she tells him, sighing in pleasure, leaning into his touch.

She laughs playfully. "Perhaps it does. I wanted your company so much, how better to secure that than by your feeling drawn to the forest, safe here, comfortable."

She whispers in his ear as her hands stroke all over his body. "Though this may be better bait, if I wish to keep you," she teases.

[27_53]

"You would not have to bait me," Skellig says. "I would stay of my own volition, if you would have me do so."

Part of him - a slight part of him - would feel guilty for leaving his tribe. After all as much of an 'outsider' as he is, he does have friends, and he does contribute to the overall work that is needed to maintain their survival. (And perhaps he has done more than he has realized by allowing himself to wander these woods, leave offerings for her?)

Everywhere she touches, she brings goosebumps to his skin. Clearly he likes what she is doing to him, so he tries to repay her in kind!

[brave_kreyu]

He has done more than he realizes, with his wandering and his offerings.

For a moment, her eyes are full of surprise at his answer. She shivers. "Please, please stay with me," she begs, voice soft.

His touch feels so good, leaves goosebumps on her skin, starts arousal stirring. "I could go with you in the guise of a mortal back to your tribe, even, if I can regain my strength for a few seasons. .They found you here, after all, it would not sound too impossible that you should be able to find another of your kind. A mate."

[27_53]

"I would help you build your strength," he says. "As much as I am able to do so."

Skellig would do whatever he was able to aid her - even if he was not to stay with her at all times, he would visit often, would work to convince the others of his tribe that they need to 'up their game' and improve their offerings, their gifts to her.

He swallows hard at the idea of finding his 'mate', another of his kind. For so long, he has wondered...are there any more, like him?

[brave_kreyu]

"I know I'm not your kind," she whispers between kisses of his neck. "But I could be something close, winged as I am." Her hands are in his wings now, finding spots to give him pleasure there. "And I would gladly share my home and my bed with you, or share yours."

"But those decisions can wait. Right now, we need only concern ourselves with pleasure and the strength that sharing it with you will grant me."

[27_53]

With her fingers in his wings and teasing at his feathers, he is making all sorts of pleasured sounds as she coaxes them out of him - he can't avoid making noise when she is touching him like this.

Words, however, might become more and more difficult as she builds his arousal. Which she is doing, with great ease.

"No need for decisions," he agrees. "Just pleasure."

[brave_kreyu]

She shifts his kilt out of the way so it won't get messy, then reaches for her wings to get some preening oils on her fingers.

She grins wickedly as she rubs a generous amount of preening oil on his groin and his cock. It isn't difficult to align her cunt and clit with his cock and groin. She rubs against him, rolls her hips, moans in pleasure at the sensations.

[27_53]

That is certainly NOT what he had expected her to do to him, and for a brief moment his brain misfires, thoughts and words catching in a jumbled mess in his head, a total tangled web of hyperarousal and overstimulation.

To keep himself from falling completely apart, he reaches aimlessly for her body, his hands settling on her waist just above her hips, using her motions to ground himself to 'this' reality, this moment in time and space.

"Never...never heard friends do anything...like this," he gasps, shuddering.

[brave_kreyu]

She pauses in her motions. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks. "Or slow down?"

"I can stroke you instead, if you'd prefer that?"

[27_53]

Swallowing back a moan, he nods, then shakes his head, laughing under his breath.

"Dunno what I want," he mutters, voice wry. He forces himself to pull in a few slow and steady breaths, working to center himself in this space. "Maybe...maybe just slower," he says. "Slow down, please?"

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles softly at him, kisses him gently. "I can do slower."

She rocks against him just a little this time, hardly moving at all. Hopefully, it will be less overwhelming!

"Can feel you getting harder for me," she says, voice breathy. "My Skellig."

[27_53]

"Better," he exhales, sounding steadier. "That's better. Can go faster in a bit, just...need to...want to go slow."

With her grinding slowly against him, speech is easier and so is processing what she is saying to him - and he beams, his smile brilliant as she calls him my Skellig.

"Feels so good, you do. Just want it to last."

[brave_kreyu]

She is visibly relieved when he says that's better. "I'm glad." She kisses him, slow and sweet, as she grinds against him, teases his wings.

"Glad to make it last, feels so good, want to make you feel so good."

She's making pleasured sounds of her own, little moans and gasps. Her hardening nipples are becoming noticeable through the thin linen of her kiton.

[27_53]

"Can't explain it," he mutters in her ear. "I...I know I am not experienced, but this...it is like I can almost taste the air, feel the energy from the ground, your woods. It is all connected, and it...overwhelms my senses. In a good way."

He's rambling a little as she pushes him closer and closer towards his own release - everything feels amazing - but he doesn't care. His hands seek out her breasts, moving to massage them, tease her nipples through the linen.

[brave_kreyu]

"Karma is what you are sensing," she purrs in his ear. "Power. Invigorating."

She moans, loud, thrusts her breasts farther into his grasp, 'begging' for his touch. The linen rubbing on them as his fingers massage and tease adds another layer to the sensation that she finds quite enjoyable!

"Would have come to the tribe in the days before the Spring Festival this year, if I was strong enough," she whispers in his ear. "In mortal guise. Sought you out, to spend time with you however you wished." Everyone knows, and expects, that people will slip off to have sex during the Spring Festival, as it is supposed to encourage fertility in the Earth. "As silent company, a conversation partner, or more."

She moans again, keeps her hips moving slowly. "Might have begged you for a kiss." She gasps as he rubs some more. "Or to spend the night naked in your bed, pinned under you as you ravished me."