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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"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?

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"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."

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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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.

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"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!

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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...

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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.

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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.)

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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.

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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.

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Following her instruction and guidance, he works the pins free and allows the fabric to fall - avoiding landing in their laps - and then mimics her as he folds it neatly and places it aside.

Of course now that she is naked once again, he needs to allow his gaze to wander her body and appreciate it.

"Stunning beauty," he murmurs softly, reaching for her waist with one of his hands - he can't help but touch. "Never could I have dreamed of a woman with such a form. There is nothing on this earth to compare it to."

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She flushes a little at his compliment, clearly pleased and slightly smug, as her wings puff up a little in pride. "I am glad you think so," she murmurs.

She leans forward into him, coaxing him to lay flat on his back. She admires him as he lays beneath her, her eyes dark with want and desire. "You are a feast for my senses," she purrs. She leans forward, her chest pressing against his and she mouths his neck. "Want to taste you, love. You may touch me however you like, taste me if you can reach, but I would have you relax and enjoy rather than worry about pleasing me."

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As he settles back, he has a suspicion of what she might be 'getting up to' in short order, but he is learning quickly that he should not make assumptions when it comes to things she is doing to bring him pleasure.

"I would do as you ask," he replies, bringing his hands up to stroke over her wings, fingertips tracing along the point where they join with her body on her back. "And I have enjoyed all you have done with me so far, so I have no concerns about that."

Her lips wandering across his throat is a pleasant sensation, and he draws in a deep breath, letting his eyes close and focus on what he feels versus what he sees.

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"Feels good, when you do that," she whispers against his skin. She kisses his neck, toys with an earlobe, works her way down to his collarbones.

She lavishes them with kisses, licks at any places that seem especially sensitive. Then, she scrapes her teeth oh so carefully against his skin. Not a bite, but something that will hopefully feel good.

She runs her fingers over the collarbone she isn't working over with her mouth at the moment, so it doesn't feel left out.

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Based on the noises that he makes as she scrapes her teeth over his skin - it definitely is something that feels good, very good! He is trying not to squirm too much underneath her body, but he can't help it...and the friction and contact between their skin is also quite enjoyable, earning her another groan of pleasure for her 'efforts'.

"Never knew this was so good," he mutters. "Makes sense why everyone enjoys it so much."