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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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."

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"Can be very good with the right partner," she murmurs. "Patient, wants your pleasure as much as their own."

There's a growl in her voice, the beast, the dragon. "Want all the pleasure for my Skellig. Every good thing you've been denied."

She licks the dyed design on his skin, slow and teasing, rubs at the nipple on the other side of his chest. "I've dreamed so many nights about pleasuring you with my mouth," she tells him. "The noises you'd make, how you'd ask for more."

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"Still can't believe you've dreamed of me," he says, voice catching in a laugh, a hint of disbelief in his tone. "I'm not anyone special, m'just Skellig."

Deep down he knows that isn't true, but he hasn't quite found he fully believes it yet, though she's helping change that with the attention she's paying his body with her mouth.

His chest shifts to press towards her hand, goosebumps breaking out over his skin as he shivers - all of that feels very good.

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"One day you will believe me," she whispers against his skin. Her eyes are going violet, if he was looking at them right now.

She chuckles, low and wicked, then wraps her lips around one nipple and gently sucks on it while her hand teases the other.

She makes a kind of rumbling sound, pleased, as she works. (She can't TRULY purr, after all, at least not in this shape.)

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Eventually once he has 'settled' his other senses down a bit (the forest is so very LOUD and full of so much life, so much potential, all the Karma running through it wild and free) he does reopen his eyes to look down at her, quite pleased with the image.

"Might... might take more convincing."

If she's up for the challenge?

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Oh, she's definitely up for the challenge! "I can be very convincing," she quips. She gets up off of him, though she leaves a hand touching him to reassure him that she isn't leaving. She settles between his legs, leans back toward him to continue her 'convincing'.

Her mouth works its way down his chest, across his ribs, teeth scraping gently at sensitive places, tongue licking, lips kissing. She lavishes the dyed bird of prey on his belly with attention while her hands stroke his hips. Not coincidentally at all, his erection will be right between her breasts once he reaches a certain point of arousal.

She shifts her wings forward, mantling over HER prey. "My treasure, my mate," she growls as she kisses his belly.

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Even with as wonderful as she is making him feel with all the attention, it is going to take awhile for his body to 'recover' enough to produce enough energy to bring him to arousal and full hardness.

(This will just give her more time to spoil him, claim him as her own!)

"Like your hands on my stomach," he says. "Didn't...didn't think I would find that so hot, but it is."

Perhaps it is the innate trust of letting him touch his more 'tender' areas, the 'squishy bits' where the vital organs are more easily accessed, his natural instincts as not-quite-human kicking in to protect himself. But he does not feel that fear with her hands on him, her mouth, even as she growls and nibbles at his skin.

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Kreyu is pleased at having more time to spoil and claim him, honestly!

"Glad you like it," she tells him. "Feel so MUCH about you," she confesses, violet eyes meeting his. "Like it won't all fit inside of me."

She kisses his thigh, soft, gentle. "I have always asked the forest creatures to watch out for you, around the festivals, when I thought you might come into the forest with, with someone else. To keep you safe, if they turned out to be a danger to you." It is not uncommon for the youth to take their lovers into the forest, after all, even as "angry" as the Goddess has supposedly been.

"I was afraid to watch out for your well being myself at those times." Her hands caress his stomach and hips. "Of how I might react to seeing you with a lover."

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That admission is a bit of a surprise, but he finds her possessive nature appealing and a turn-on, the feeling of being so strongly desired and craved...

"Never had a lover, as I told you," he says. "Kissed, once. It was..." he ponders his choice of words carefully, reaching to run his fingers through her feathers. "I think she and I both were simply curious, and then once we had finished...we agreed to never speak of it again."

He laughs. "She is with another now, has been for a few seasons." That does not particularly bother him. "I am grateful that you have kept me safe, when I have walked these woods. I have always...always felt at peace, here. Probably why I have ventured here so often..."

He breaks off his words as she hits a particular spot on his upper thigh with her lips that sends a spark running down his spine, white-hot pleasure glowing across his nerve endings.

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She feels jealousy surge, but only for an instant. That girl is with another, and Skellig wants HER. SHE is sending sparks running down his spine with her mouth. And HIS hands are in her feathers, soothing and arousing all at once.

She teases that spot again, and again. "HE made a coward of me, should have come to you seasons ago." HE being the God of the Sun. "Will have to make up for that somehow." She strokes the same spot on his other thigh with her fingers while she teases the original with her mouth.

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"We will have plenty of time to make up for it," he promises, groaning happily as she works her fingers and mouth over his skin. "Not going anywhere. Want to aid...aid in your...recovery. Build your strength."

He shudders, a full-body shudder that sends waves of pleasure surging through his system.

"Staying with you. If you'll have me."

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"Always," she murmurs. "Never want to give you up. Don't want another, just you."

She likes it when waves of pleasure surge through his system, wants to prompt more of them!"Going to be so very strong, with you at my side," she murmurs when she has to pause to breathe. And she doesn't just mean because of the energy they're raising together!

"Left you a bit of a mess," she teases. "That won't do." She gives his groin an experimental lick. He might be too sensitive yet to want her mouth there, but if he isn't....

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He is sensitive, but he is not going to object to having her tongue tease his groin and cock - that is somewhere that no other's mouth has ever been on his body, and she is the first to claim it.

"Won't do...at all," he pants softly, letting his thighs relax (as much as he can) and give her better access to tease and stimulate him. "Need cleaned up."

Only in his dreams has he ever imagined this, and they were not this good as he had nothing to base it on except for whispered stories and rumors!