OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

[brave_kreyu]

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.

Comments

[brave_kreyu]

He can hear her shift position, feel her move to straddle his hips. Her breath is warm on his neck as she whispers in his ear, her voice low. "Such a fine breakfast in bed my husband is offering me," she purrs. She licks the skin near his ear, a slow drag of her tongue. "I intend to take my time, savor it as much as I may."

Her heart is speeding up already, her breath a little rougher.

[27_53]

"You may savor as much as you wish to do so," he says quietly, his own voice already a little ragged around the edges (as it tends to get when she's turning him on in such a manner). "After all, you said there is no schedule we need to hold to..."

Plus, it is still quite early, with several hours until dawn yet.

"And I love it when your voice does that," he adds, meaning the 'purr'.

[brave_kreyu]

She kisses the underside of his jaw with slow, lazy, lingering kisses. Her voice is a purr between the kisses. "Then I shall try and have my voice do this often."

She drags her teeth across a spot on his neck that she knows is especially sensitive. "Could spend a whole day doing this," she murmurs. "Exploring you, teasing you with my mouth. With breaks, of course, to feed you the most delicious tidbits, the finest wines."

Her tone turns slightly wicked, teasing, as she kisses his neck. "And to let you cool down a little, couldn't have you coming too often."

[27_53]

That image is one that causes him to moan - the sound faltering slightly as she drags her teeth across that spot on his neck, his breath catching in his lungs as he tips his head to the side to give her unfettered access to his skin.

"It would not be wise to wear me out in one go," he agrees, smirking. "Snacks would be important."

Just what he would snack on, exactly? That could be up for negotiation. Though she holds all the cards at the moment, with him bound like this. He works his wrists slightly and shifts his body beneath hers.

[brave_kreyu]

Whatever he wants, anything he desires, is what he would snack on. She would certainly treat Skellig to anything he desired, if she could procure it.

He can feel her pleasure as he works his wrists, shifts his body. "You want to touch me already and we're only getting started," she says, voice husky. She kisses his collarbones, slowly working her way along them.

"Maybe I'll let you taste my cunt, if you're good," she adds, clearly teasing. "I'm sure to get worked up, feasting upon my Skellig."

[27_53]

"I will be good," he promises. "Very good."

As if to show his commitment to this promise, he groans happily as she kisses at his collarbones, bringing his thigh up a bit to rub against her skin - his hands are not the only thing that can do the touching, after all!

"Love it when my dragon is worked up for me," he adds. "Turns me on knowing that it's my touch, my kiss that does that to you."

His tone is a little proud, a little smug.

[brave_kreyu]

She makes a pleasured sound as his thigh rubs against her skin.

"And I love it when you get worked up for me," she purrs between kisses of his other collarbone. "Makes me flushed, wet, makes my heart race, knowing that it's my efforts that arouse you so." Her tone is a little proud, a little smug too. They are a good match in that way, perhaps, and in so many others.

Her hands tease his feathers as she kisses his chest. "You are a vision, over me or under me. Your wings spread, your skin all flushed, dewy with sweat, your eyes dark. That little tremble in your body when you are working so hard to contain yourself."

[27_53]

Skellig pictures himself based on how she is describing him, and the image is attractive, he can't lie about that. He arches his wings gently, pushing them upwards off the mattress.

"Tough, to contain myself." He whines gently. "When all I want to do is touch you."

He brings his hands together and interlocks his fingers, holding himself back from breaking free. He is going to be good! He promised. And this is highly erotic and he's loving it.

"Sometimes all you have to do is look at me in that way you do and I feel my cock stir," he groans. "Because I'm imagining your hands on my body, your mouth on me, your body wrapped around mine."

[brave_kreyu]

His pushing them up off the mattress gives him a bit more contact with her body, her skin against his. Which is probably welcome with how much he is wanting to touch!

"I know love," she says, voice rough with want but attempting to soothe. "You are being so good for me." She kisses his chest, working her way across between his nipples. "I will make it so good for you, Skellig."

"Sometimes you make me wet just by looking at me, because I'm thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock," she confesses. "Can feel my body reacting to you already." She gently licks one of his nipples, then toys with it with her hands.

"When I'm nice and wet, going to plant my cunt right over your mouth, wrap my thighs around your head, and let you feast," she growls.

[27_53]

THAT gets a rather vigorous reaction from him, and he shudders hard, groaning and writhing a little beneath her - he's being good, not getting up off the bed, not tearing his hands free.

"Keep talking," he begs. "Tell me what you're gonna do with me. Hearing it off your lips, while you touch me that way..."

[brave_kreyu]

His begging her to keep talking makes her shiver, makes heat coil in her belly. She strokes the other nipple with her fingers.

"Going to toy with your nipples for a while," she tells him, voice low. "Twist them a little in that way you like," she says as she does just that. "Maybe I'll even take them in my mouth for a while, suck on them."

She teases one nipple with her fingers, sucks on the other, gently at first. She'll increase the intensity if he indicates that he wants it one way or another.

[27_53]

Behind the blindfold, he tightly squeezes his eyes closed, as his heart hammers in his chest. That is good, very good.

"Yes, Gods yes, that's... that's perfect. You're perfect."

He can hear her kisses, her lips sucking gently on his skin. "Don't stop that, so good. Feels so good, sounds... sounds even better."

[brave_kreyu]

She hums an affirmative sound around the nipple in her mouth, keeps up teasing the other with one hand. That leaves a free hand though, what to do with it?

She strokes down his sides with her 'free' hand, fingers moving carefully over his ribs. She almost thinks she can FEEL his heart hammering as she works.

Balance is getting a bit tricky, but that's what WINGS are for! She manifests her wings and Skellig can hear them, feel the displaced air move over him. The rustle of her feathers as she moves her wings to better balance over his body, to better position herself to pleasure him comfortably, might be comparatively loud in the quiet of the room.

[27_53]

His expression brightens and his energy perks up when he senses her wings manifest - the rustle of her feathers is a familiar sound and one he recognizes instantly.

"My beautiful winged-one," he praises her. "Never did I think I would find another soul similar to my own, and then you found me wandering, saved me from the desert."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu pauses in teasing him with her mouth to catch her breath, panting a little.

She flushes, pleased, when he calls her 'my beautiful winged one'. She kisses his chest as she speaks. "My soul knew what my mind did not, that I was needed." The edges of her feathers brush his body as one wing mantles over him. "And you saved me, my love, from less physical dangers."

"Shall I tease your legs with my mouth for a while?" she asks, voice husky. "Then, hm, perhaps I should lavish attention on your stomach, let your cock rub between my breasts?"

[27_53]

The feeling of her feathers on his skin, mixed with her words cause him to moan softly, as he nods his head.

"Might be...might be the first time you get me to come for you tonight," he admits. "If you allow my cock against your breasts, I will not...I will not be able to control myself."

[brave_kreyu]

"Such a difficult decision I face," she teases. "How to make you come for me first."

She shifts down his body, starts kissing and licking his lower legs. "If you come between my breasts, you'll help me clean up, won't you?" she asks, voice rough. "I'll put your mouth right where it needs to be." She strokes the leg she she isn't kissing, not wanting it to feel left out.

She moans softly. "I'll be wet and aching by the time you've cleaned me up, I just know it. Will need to put my cunt right on your mouth, wrap my thighs around your head."

[27_53]

For as many times as they've laid together, enjoyed and explored each other's bodies, she has not spent that much time (compared to other parts of him) lavishing his lower legs with this much attention. He is trying hard to stay still, keep his feet from squirming against the sheets, but it is difficult. Having her kiss and lick at his legs, fingers massaging his calf muscles, teasing at his knees... he feels oddly vulnerable.

(Perhaps enhanced by his current 'position', held bound as he is, his ability to touch taken away, his sight restricted, his wings pinned beneath his body somewhat - he would struggle to escape! Not that he wants to escape, he definitely does not, nor does he want her to stop doing to him what she is doing. But there is a hint of vulnerability there, he is the prey, laid out for his predator to devour...)

His heart rate increases, but that's arousal, not fear.

"Will help you clean up," he echoes. "Will make sure not to leave any mess, then will help when... when you ask me to feast upon you, would... will try to show you just, just how good you are making me feel," he sucks in a breath as she hits a spot on the inside of his knee that sends a wave of pleasure up his spine. "So, so good."

[brave_kreyu]

He IS vulnerable, like the man in the story he spun for that prince, bound and being devoured by 'the gray one'.

But she is his wife, his beloved, his Kreyu, and he is perfectly safe. Her goal is pleasure, not sustenance, and she's taking her time about it! (Not going to devour such a fine feast in one bite, not at all!)

"You will," she assures him, voice dark with want and firm with certainty. "You are so very good to me, Skellig." She strokes THAT spot on the inside of his knee, teases its mate on the other leg with her mouth.

[27_53]

His response to her touches is a series of pleasured whimpers and gasps, interwoven with several moans and uttered words of praise yes please don't stop that love that love you perfect and his energy flares bright with Light as she sends more waves of pleasure rippling over his body.

He is so very safe here, with his beloved Kreyu.

At the rate she is pleasuring him, he may not make it until his cock is nestled between her breasts. And though words are a struggle, he understands that, wants to slow down a little.

"Love, need... easy..." He pants. "So good, want... don't want to come early..."

[brave_kreyu]

She stops, picking up on what he needs. "We can go as long and as many times as you like, love," she says, tone warm and gentle.

"But I can slow down." She keeps stroking his legs, long, smooth strokes, but doesn't put her mouth back on them yet.

[27_53]

Words are a little easier after a moment, once she slows down, though she can still feel his skin jumping softly beneath her touch.

"How... how did I ever get so lucky?" His question is rhetorical, spoken to nobody in particular as he is just feeling that amazing and it is hard to believe. "To be honored with such... such devotion and pleasure..."

[brave_kreyu]

"I could say the same," she tells him. She knows the question is rhetorical, but she's going to answer anyway. "You were yourself, Skellig. The wonderful person that you are."

She moves up his body, speaks her next words with her mouth right next to his lips. "And you found a dragon who saw you for the wonder that you are and dared to lay claim to your heart."

She kisses him, soft to start with, but she'll let him have as deep and thorough a kiss as he desires right now.

[27_53]

His smile as she speaks is soft and genuine, as his heart jumps happily in his chest - so very beloved, he is! And so grateful.

"I have given much of my spirit and my energy to others, in my efforts to heal," he says softly between their kisses. "But the only one I have ever given my heart to is you. You are the only one worthy of it."

His next kiss in response is soft, but only for a moment before he nudges it deeper, silently 'asking' her for more.

[brave_kreyu]

Her joy surges as he says she is the only one worthy of his heart. That SHE is the one he has chosen and that he believes he is worthy both mean so very much!

She answers his request without words, deepening her kiss, pressing her body against his. She's smug, pleased with herself, that he's this hard already and she hasn't yet gone anywhere NEAR his cock.

She only breaks the kiss when she HAS to, to let them both breathe. "Do you want your cock between my breasts now love, or shall I keep things slow?"