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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It would be fair to call him both bold and foolish, for daring any dragon - but to dare his dragon is another matter entirely! Skellig accepts the 'challenge' and allows himself to be claimed with her kiss, melting into it (while not completely collapsing into a puddle) and groaning happily at the sensations that ripple through his body.

Between her kisses and her touches, this feels good. He tips his head back slightly to press his neck into her strokes, runs a hand up her stomach, his fingertips exploring the layers of the sheer fabric, the alternating warm silk and cool shimmer.

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It does feel good, and his responses only serve to make the flame of her desire burn hotter.

She moans softly into his mouth as his fingertips explore the fabric over her stomach. The silk alters the feeling just enough that the sensation is a novel pleasure.

Her hand that was at his back wanders, will remove any clothing Skellig might still be wearing, then work on 'adjusting' her dress so that none of it is underneath either of them. Silk slides over his thighs as she works.

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They have enjoyed this 'dance' enough times together that managing to get their clothes off/out of the way is a relatively straightforward process; it doesn't take long until she's gotten rid of his clothing and he is as helpful as he possibly can at adjusting her dress to give him better access to her body.

"Much easier for you to move, in this dress," he pants softly between kisses, a shiver running down his spine as the silk runs over his thighs. "And you are right, it is strong."

He can run his hands all over it, all over her body, with no risk of a snag or tear - which he does so eagerly.

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"Much easier," she pants.

She moans, shifts her hips, as his hands run all over her body. "Yes, more," she gasps. "Want your hands everywhere."

She shifts her weight forward to encourage him to lay back on the bed. Her hands are stroking everywhere she can reach. His chest, his belly, his arms, his legs.

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He flares his wings to get them out of the way as he lays back on the bed, moving his body and pulling her along with him to get them closer to the center (not like it is entirely needed, as this bed is plenty big enough for the both of them) of the bed.

"Will touch all that I can reach," he promises.

Which he does, slipping his hands under the silk to stroke over her bare skin - this is an entirely different sensation - feeling the curves of her hips, her waist, the gentle planes of her stomach and ribs, the swell of her breasts.

"My hands are not nearly as smooth as that silk," he adds, leaning up to press a flurry of kisses to her lower jaw. "But I think you do not mind."

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"Not at all," she replies. "Like your hands, because they're yours."

She matches his hands with her own, stroking him where he's stroking her, slow and teasing. Her hands aren't as soft as silk either, but she doubts HE minds!

She rubs her pelvis against his just a little, teasing. "Let you start thinking about how you want to get me ready to ride you," she purrs in his ear. "Do you want me to ride your fingers or your mouth to get nice and wet, all warmed up for your cock?"

She teases his nipples, strokes his stomach slowly. dances her fingers across his ribs.

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Leaning in closer to press his lips against her ear, he growls playfully under his breath.

"Will be easier to slip my fingers under your chiton while we are traveling, if we find we simply cannot resist the need for each other...can bring you pleasure with my hands while kissing you to help you stay quiet..."

He nips her earlobe lightly.

"So I think I would like to warm you up with my mouth, use my tongue while I am able, since we are not at risk of being disturbed tonight."

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She shivers delightedly at the image his words paint in her mind, at his nip of her earlobe. "My husband is wise," she whispers, voice breathy with want.

She kisses his neck, scrapes gently with her teeth. "Let me know when you are ready to devour me, hm?" she purrs. "Will be easy for you to taste your fill when I'm riding your face."

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Skellig does really quite enjoy it when she nips at him - there's some sort of thrill that is primal and basic (probably because he knows she could devour him in a single bite if she wanted to, and yet she chooses to simply enjoy and pleasure him instead) in nature.

"Riding my face and my cock, in one night," he laughs, wickedly. "You are making quite the effort to spoil me, my love. Give me just a moment..."

He skates his hands along the tops of her thighs beneath the dress, slips one between her legs to skim over her arousal - after all, he should see what he's working with to start, right?

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"I would gladly make EVERY effort," she replies, grinning wickedly.

She moans, loud, as his hand skims over her arousal. She's turned on, but it's going to take quite a bit of work with his mouth to get her 'ready'. (Her dance did less for her than it did for HIM, apparently.)

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(Apparently so - this will not do!)

He is already half-hard and highly turned on, simply from watching her dance and her kisses - the fact that she is not as riled up as he is makes him contemplate, briefly, what he might do to fix that.

"One day you will have to teach me to dance for you," he muses, as he teases at her clit with his fingertips, gentle and slow, easing into his touches. "And then I could give you the same pleasure you give to me simply with my movements. Tie you to the bed frame, tease you and touch you?"

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"I'd like that," she gasps as he teases her clit. "Might learn, on the road. Something suitable."

Her hips move against his fingertips, slow. "Feels so good. Like, like the first time."

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That comment intrigues him, because it was slightly unexpected, and he cocks his head curiously as he continues to stroke her, slow and steady.

"We take a few days off and it's like we've started over?" Half of his mouth lifts in a hint of a smirk. "Or is it just because we are fooling around like we did in the beginning, before we knew what drove each other wild the fastest?"

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"The second," she tells him. "Reminds me of that first time, learning, that it could feel so good."

Proper sentences are tricky, but she expends the effort. "That someone would want to touch me with such care, such desire for my pleasure. That YOU wanted to touch me like that."

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"You deserve nothing less than such care and such desire," Skellig says bluntly - using one finger to carefully tease her clit before he slips it deeper into her cunt, reacting to the way she presses her hips towards his hand. "From anyone."

A smug grin crosses his features as he teases her a bit, kisses at her neck. "Though I'd be lying if I did not enjoy the fact that I am the only one who gets to touch you like this," he mutters, as he adds a second finger to the first.

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"Yes!" she gasps as his finger slips deeper inside of her, his thumb teasing her clit.

"And I enjoy that you only touch ME like this, want ME."

"Going to make me come on your hands, your mouth, AND your cock if you're not careful," she teases.

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"You are my one and only desire," he confirms, as he brings his other hand up from her thigh to cup one of her breasts in his palm, kneading gently. "Only you."

His grin widens briefly before he shifts his lips to her ear. "Maybe I don't want to be careful," he whispers. "Maybe I want to make you come on my hands, make you come on my tongue as you ride my face, then I'll get to spoil you by laying you down beneath me and claiming you with my cock."

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"Only you," she echoes, because it's true. She makes a pleasured sound when her cups her breast, kneads it gently through the silk.

Every word he speaks in her ear makes her want the vision he is painting more. "Oh, oh I would like to be spoiled," she whispers, voice husky with arousal. She's getting wetter with every stroke of his fingers. "Come on your fingers, your tongue, your cock."

"Such a greedy dragon you have," she teases.

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"I love my greedy dragon," he admits. "You might say I am also greedy, as I would gladly claim you as my mate anywhere, no matter where we happen to find ourselves able to enjoy each other's company," he says. (And they have proven that, with the various locations they have brought each other to release.) "But here within the Lair, where the lines are so very strong...it is special, sacred."

He kisses her on the mouth, lingering, his fingers teasing at her nipple.

"Your owl wishes to take advantage of it tonight as many times as we are able to, before we set out on our next adventure."

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She moans, low, luxuriating in his touch, his kiss. "Then your dragon would have you take advantage as many times tonight as you'd care to." Her voice is husky with desire, rough.

She teases the very outermost tips of his feathers with her fingers, watches them flex and move under her touch.

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Touching his feathers like that earns her a rough groan of pleasure as a reward.

"They are not sensitive like that when I brush them against things while I am simply moving about," he mutters with a weak laugh. "But when you tease at them in the way that you do, it is as if they are extensions of my skin, almost."

Which in a way, they are, but they do not truly have nerve endings at the tips where she is teasing him now.

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"Perhaps your body knows to make you feel good when I am touching you?" she teases. "Remembers how good it feels when I tease your feathers closer to your skin?"

His attentions are definitely getting HER worked up by now. She's wet enough that he COULD take her, but he has other plans in mind first.

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"Anticipation, maybe."

He could take her, but he's not wanting to just yet. She is right - he has other plans in mind. Speaking of which...

"What does my dragon need from my touches to push her closer to the edge," he asks, voice husky as he peppers her neck with another round of kisses. "I know I can get you there on my own easily, but what is it that you want from me?"

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"Wants and words, tricky," she tells him, her hips pressing against his hand. "More, please. More of you."

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Skellig gets the hint: touch me everywhere and works on doing just that, letting his one 'free' hand explore her body and tease her breasts, her ribs, trace patterns up and down her arms, the lines of her neck and the curve of her jaw. All while his other hand increases the rhythm of his movements and motions, his efforts to please her and coax her closer to coming for him.

"Can't wait until I get to see more of the world with you at my side," he whispers in her ear. "I know the places we go may not all be new to you, I would not expect that. But they will be new to me, and I am going to enjoy that. New customs...new dress. New foods. It will be the first time, for so many things...there's a pleasure in that."