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 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."

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She likes his voice, likes listening to him even in non sexual contexts. With his hands working to drive her to ecstasy, with his whispering in her ear, the excitement and eagerness in his voice pours oil on the fire of her arousal.

"Yes. So much pleasure. Show you," she gasps. She wants to show him everything, lay the world at his feet. Every beauty, every joy, every pleasure, every wonder.

His fingers hit THAT spot inside of her, the one that sends sparks right down her spine, and she bucks against his hands, whines for MORE. "Please," she begs.

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He is so very eager - so very excited! Not only to travel with her, but also to find ways to pleasure her, which he suspects perhaps he will also get to do while they are out in the world...

"Greedy dragon," he murmurs in her ear, but it is not admonishing her with his tone - it is praise. He likes it when she's like this, wanting and whining and begging him for MORE. "Wants all of this for herself."

He obliges her willingly, thumbing at her clit, curling his fingers again a little firmer to hit that special spot, send more sparks down her spine.

"Doesn't want to share it with anyone. Only hers."

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"Yes, yes," she gasps, writhing in pleasure. It feels so good when he strokes that spot, thumbs her clit, murmurs in her ear.

Violet bleeds into her eyes when he mentions the word share. "MINE," she growls. "MY mate. Want."

His world didn't want him, treated him terribly, it can't have him back!

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Skellig knows that even with this level of 'dragon' creeping into her energy, he is still at no risk, so he relishes in her 'wild' side a bit - allowing just a hint of his own 'beast' energy to seep through around the edges of his touches, a little rougher with his kiss.

"Not gonna share you with anyone," he nips the underside of her jaw gently. "All mine. Will make sure they know that."

(Who exactly 'they' are does not matter because they'll be kept well-informed regardless!)

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She relishes his wildness, that he is comfortable enough to express this part of himself.

"Yours," she breaths. She meets the increased roughness of his kiss with her own, rocks her hips in an almost demanding way against his hand. She's so close, her muscles are quivering around his fingers.

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Very rarely does he let the 'wild' nature show through his soul, and even more rarely does he let it show through in a POSITIVE situation. She is a special instance (and rightly so) in so many ways.

"There's my dragon," he praises her softly, growling playfully between their kisses. "My most magnificent creature."

Coaxing her with his hands and his words, he works to get her even closer to the edge of her release; as tempted as he briefly is to back off and make her wait for it, he knows that isn't fair... so he increases his kisses and the rhythm of his fingers, meeting her 'demands' as he feels her tighten around him and moan loudly against his lips as she comes.

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Her hands are everywhere as she comes down, half holding, half caressing. The silk teases his skin as she moves, a reminder that he brought her to release without even undressing her!

She nuzzles his neck. "Such a good husband," she murmurs.

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A fact he is very aware of without needing reminding, and smug about!

"With a good wife," he mutters happily, stroking his hand over her spine, a soothing motion. (She's more than ready for him to take her now, and he's half tempted to skip round two and move right to round three...)

"Feels good when you touch me all over like that."

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In Kreyu's opinion, he has every right to be smug!

She makes a pleased sigh as he strokes her spine. "I'm glad it feels good," she murmurs as she strokes, holds. "Feels so good to touch you, always does, whatever the circumstances."

"My darling, my treasure." She kisses his neck gently.

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"I know I have mentioned before that my prior experiences with touch were often...less than favorable," he says. "But it is worth repeating that yours are a welcome thing, regardless."

He tips his head to the side, gives her mouth better access to his neck and throat.

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"That world did not deserve you," she murmurs between kisses of his neck. "But you are home, now."

She chuckles, low. "If more people knew how wonderful you were, I would have to fight to keep you," she says, tone slightly teasing. She knows he wouldn't LEAVE her!

She scrapes her teeth slightly over his throat, just enough for him to feel it.

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He feels it, and it earns her a soft grunt of pleasure as a reward.

"While there would be no reason you would have to fight to keep me...it would be kind of hot to watch," he teases. "My dragon, defending her treasure."

Her most PRECIOUS treasure!

"Want this dress off you," he says gently, reaching to her hips to work it up her body.

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She chuckles. "Shall I growl at any pretty men and women who look your way with too much interest?" she teases.

She reaches down to help him work the dress off of her.

"Show my claws to any who plead and beg for your kiss, your caress, to take you to their bed?"

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Rolling his eyes, he laughs.

"Unless we find ourselves in a very strange place, I doubt that I will be having to fend off any of those ravenous types who wish to beg and plead for my kiss and to share my bed," he says.

As the dress comes off and now more of her skin is exposed, available for touching with his bare hands, kisses with his mouth!

"But your stare is quite fierce on its own."

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She is pleased with his laughter, but she's not as convinced as he is about the place needing to be very strange.

"Good to know," she purrs as he hands touch and his mouth kisses. "My brothers are far more intimidating than I, good to know I have at least one method available to me without changing shape."

She grins once the dress is completely off. "The dress is lovely, but I find I like it better when there's nothing in your way."

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"It is a lovely dress," he says honestly. "While we are out exploring the world, I look forward to finding new dresses for you to dance for me in, wrap in our own echoes and energies."

Now with the dress off, he can urge her body over, flipping them so she is on her back. And that means it is easier for him to explore with his mouth, which he does eagerly - letting his lips fall to her breasts, tongue seeking out a nipple which clearly is in DESPERATE need of attention...

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"I'd like that," she says, full of joy. "And perhaps you will dance for me some day."

She is easily urged onto her back, laughing in delight. Although that laughter will turn into a moan of pleasure as his tongue gives that nipple some attention.

"Mhhhm, such a clever mouth," she praises him. She runs the fingers of one hand through his hair while the other wraps around him, holds him close.

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"You will have to teach me to dance," he says. "Or at least, I may have to practice first, as to not look a total fool."

Not that he really thinks she would judge him for his awkwardness - the attenpt alone, and the thoughts and desires behind it, wanting to please her would be enjoyable. But still.

He works the one nipple over thoroughly, then shifts his attentions to the other, wanting to be fair!

"I am a clever creature, he says. "More than just my mouth..."