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]

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."

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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.

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"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."

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"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."

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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"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.

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"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."

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Skellig obliges her 'wants' as she presses her breasts into his hands, more than happy to provide that sensation and contact she is enjoying so very much. Her words filter into his mind and he allows the images the play out before him - her wandering among the tribe during the festival, casting playful glances his direction, choosing him as a 'partner' for some of the dances that occur (those he usually tends to watch from the sidelines), or beckoning him to come sneak away with her.

"I sleep alone," he says, voice quiet. "Having...having you in my bed..."

Someone to curl up with, someone to focus his attention on, someone who would share that space...someone to pin beneath his body and ravish...

"...the things I would do to bring you pleasure, Goddess," he adds, a hint of teasing, a hint of 'promise' in his voice as he slips one hand under the hem of her chiton, seeking out her clit - she's still grinding on him and he's so very close, he'll find his release much sooner than she will - but he wishes to give her a 'preview' of just what those things might be!

[brave_kreyu]

The quiet in his voice gives her some idea of the emotions coursing through him. She kisses his neck, soft. "I would share your bed whenever I can," she promises.

"What things would those be, my Skellig?" she purrs. And then he rubs her clit and she moans. "Oh, oh yes!" She speeds up her grinding on him. "Was just planning, planning to make YOU come, this time."

And it still MIGHT just be him this 'round', but she's already gotten closer to release than she expected to!

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When she speeds up her motions, he whimpers softly, gasping for breath as his muscles tighten - all of it feels so good he can't help but buck his hips towards her motions, press firmly with his fingertips in the way that makes her moan.

"Touch you all over," he says, stuttering slightly as his control slips. "With my hands, my lips--"

His release catches him unexpected (he knew it was close, but his self-control couldn't hold off any longer) and his motions of his fingers falter slightly as she continues to grind on him, but he doesn't quit entirely with his efforts to pleasure her - even if it does make a little bit of a mess, he doubts either of them really care. Not with the way she reacts to his touches...

[brave_kreyu]

Her expression is triumphant when he comes, although that melts into pleasure as he continues his efforts.

She doesn't mind the mess, they can always clean up later. One way or another.

"Need, need your fingers inside of me," she pleads. She's sure she can 'ride' his fingers to her own release relatively quickly.

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He brings his other hand down from her breasts to settle on her hip, shifting their current angle to allow his fingers to slip inside her arousal as 'requested', though with the pleading tone to her voice, he's not entirely sure if it isn't a request or a demand...perhaps a mix of both.

"...would pleasure you in ways I have only dreamed of treating another. Worshipping your body to find every place that makes you shiver, makes you moan..."

Which, it does not take long for him to do in their current configuration; she moans with each thrust of his fingers and it is only another moment before she tightens around him and finds her own release; his expression is pleased as he works her through it, allowing his chest to rest against hers, tremble in his fingertips.

[brave_kreyu]

She kisses him, soft and gentle as she comes down. "So good darling," she whispers.

She lets them both recover for a little while, then she reaches for his kilt. "May I take this off you, love?"

A slip of the tongue, but she means it all the same. She couldn't explain WHY, if asked. (Her soul knows the truth, knows he's her beloved husband, her soul mate.)

[27_53]

Her use of 'love' does not go unnoticed, but he doesn't pay very much heed to it as far as the connotation - after all she is a Goddess, much older than he is...who knows exactly what she is possibly insinuating as far as the meaning of the word goes?

"'Course," he replies, nodding gently as his breathing returns to some form of 'normal' - even though his release was over, he was still excited about hers.

[brave_kreyu]

She's slow and careful when she removes his kilt from his body. Partly to tease him, partly to keep it from getting messy. She folds it carefully, places it carefully out of the way.

She takes his hand, carefully places it near the golden pin on her right shoulder. "Each pin will let one half fall down," she explains.

The gold is textured in a bark pattern, easy to grab and manipulate.