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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"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..."

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"We may find a dance and a teacher that suits you, on our travels."

She wouldn't judge him, no. Merely making the attempt would melt her heart.

So many moans and delighted sounds, his dragon makes. "Very clever, so very clever," she gasps, genuine praise. And not just for his bedroom skills.

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"Love your fingers in my hair," he says happily as she twists the strands gently between her fingers. (Briefly he had considered taking it a little shorter, but he is glad he didn't - it gives her better grip this way!) She guides him across her chest, and then he sinks lower to the center of her ribcage.

With one wing to balance on the bed, he brings the other up to where she can toy with it, if she wants to...tease his feathers...

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Oh, she definitely wants to tease his feathers, sinks her fingers in right away! She's working almost blind, but she knows his wings quite well. There's a spot just a little further that gets a good reaction...and she strokes it, nice and slow.

He finds a spot on her rib cage that makes her shiver, a spot a little lower that makes her moan loudly. The coil of desire is building up again, twisting tighter.

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His earlier plan to make her come a second time with his mouth alone is getting pushed further and further to the edges of his radar, with the way she is stroking his wing like that, slow and gentle.

"Was gonna taste you on my tongue," he 'protests'. "But now all I want to do is fill you with my cock."

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"Could always make me come on your tongue after you've filled me with your cock," Kreyu points out.

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Momentarily he is stunned- because that never even occurred to him. Then he laughs and slides back up her body (peppering with kisses along the way) to settle above her, press his lips against hers in a kiss that says "thank you" in a BIG way.

"Now, who is the clever one?"

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His 'thank you' is very much appreciated, judging by her energy and her return kiss!

"Both of us, of course," she replies.

"Do you want to fill me, Skellig?" she asks, voice husky. "Hard and aching for your mate?" She knows the answer, of course.

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The answer is a most resounding yes, but his response is not in words but instead in actions; another firm and wild kiss, ever so slightly rougher touches. He is nowhere near hurting her and would never dream of it - but he also knows how strong she is, what she can handle. With one hand he reaches down and strokes her cunt with his fingers, then shifts and teases his cock a bit.

"Want my mate," he murmurs. "You. Want to pleasure you."

His body is practically already aligned with hers. Just a bit of adjusting and he'll easily be able to slip himself inside of her. "Please, my love?"

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"Want you, love. Take me," she tells him, eyes dark with arousal.

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With that dark look in her eyes, he doesn't hesitate to "pounce" a little and enter her, even though they have done this many times before it is always a very pleasurable sensation as he fills her.

"Perfect," he groans softly, leaning in for another kiss. This one is not as rough, but it is deep and passionate; words are going to be difficult for him to manage for a while, but kisses will more than make up for it as he starts to move with her.

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He's not the only one who finds it very pleasurable even though they've done it many times before. "Yes," she groans, echoing him. It is perfect!

They don't need words, especially with their kisses, with the way they move together. Both of her hands are in his wings, seeking pleasure and connection.

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His wings almost move of their own volition, coming up higher to give her better access to the most sensitive places that bring him the greatest pleasure, his downy feathers on the 'inside'.

(Only SHE gets to touch THOSE feathers in such a way.)

Having her on her back like this beneath him is also advantageous because it gives her greater freedom to let her hands wander, her legs shift to hug the outside of his thighs, all of it feels so very good. And Skellig is not being quiet about it, using the breaks between kisses (when he should be catching his breath) to mutter random words of praise and adoration.

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She digs her fingers into those downy feathers on the inside, aware of the privilege in that access and grateful for it and what it means.

Every motion he makes with Kreyu now is privileged, his alone. No one else has ever felt these deep, hungry, kisses, the curves of this shape of her soul skin to skin. No one else has ever felt her body eager all around them as they fill her with their cock again and again.

His praise and adoration only wind the pleasure tighter until she's quivering around him.

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Everywhere she touches and kisses his body triggers little sparks of joy, pleasure, arousal, Light, Karma, all of it good which is a much-needed boost after the last few days. Her fingers in his wing feathers are the strongest source of their connection, as he allows her so very close to him, not only physically but emotionally as well.

Typically he would want to last longer for her, get her to tighten and come around his cock before he finds his release - but the growing coil of desire in his belly is a silent signal that isn't going to happen...

His breath hitches and catches with one particular thrust and he whimpers roughly in her ear. "Yes, yes Kreyu, my heart--" Until his voice breaks as his climax overtakes him, waves of pleasure crashing through his system.

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His whimper, his words, his voice BREAKING as his climax crashes through him, push her right to the very knife edge of release. A discreet finger over her clit a time or two while he's recovering sends her after him with a glad cry.

Her touch turns soothing and she nuzzles his neck. "My owl, my heart," she murmurs.

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It takes a moment for his brain to catch up - his first instinct is to ensure that she also has 'finished', but it's only a moment later that she's crying out in pleasure and nuzzling close to him. So she's good... for now...

"Incredible." He shifts his body weight slightly so that he's draped over her (but not fully on top of her) and brings an arm up to wrap around her torso.

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"Yes," she replies, voice soft. She just cuddles close for a bit, then runs her fingers through his hair. "Always feel so good...after," she murmurs.

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If he sounds a little drunk...that's just the bonus!Karma coursing through his veins in the afterglow.

"Mmm, is nice, after." He huffs a breath, shifts his hips a little and grunts as a faint wave of pleasure courses up from his cock - he's spent but still sensitive, in a good way. "And during. Definitely...during. After..."

He presses his lips to her skin. "My heart s'always little fast...but just feels right, after. Reset my system. Nerves good. Don't hurt."

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"Don't hurt," she echoes, concern creeping into her voice. "Do you hurt when we haven't just had sex?"

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He picks up on the concern in her voice, but it takes a moment to bring his brain back to 'coherent' before he can try to address it a little more clearly.

"Not... hurt isn't accurate," he says. "No pain. Just... all of it is... loud, sometimes tough to focus. For my body. The bird... always listening, watching." He blinks a few times to clear his mind. "Wears my nerves down. But with you... this...I don't have to worry. I am not prey... no danger. I can relax all of it."

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"Oh, I think I see," her relief is a palpable thing. "Safe, quiet, a controlled space."

She nuzzles him softly. "Thank you for explaining."

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"Always safe with you," he confirms. "And here within the Lair, I know that there is no risk of...unexpected visitors."

At least not without the levels upon levels of wards being triggered beforehand!

"I...I cannot remember such a place, from Before. Where I felt that secure."

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There is a pang of sorrow at his words about Before. "That does not surprise me, with what you have told me. Your position was precarious, and that leads to insecurity."

She hugs him, breathes in his scent. "I can put up wards when we camp at night," she offers. "Not as layered as these, but enough to slow an intruder and give us warning."

Her energy is fierce for a moment. "And THEN they will have to deal with ME," she growls.

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"I have never felt unsafe in our camps," Skellig says - just to clarify. "Between the locations you have chosen and your nature, I have felt safe."

But he has always slept a bit lighter than he does here in this bed, or in their bed back in the village...

"And I do not expect that to change. But a ward might aid in cutting out some of the noise," he agrees, motioning idly at the thin air above them.