brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 10

Lovely, lovely, friction. She works her way across his collarbones with her mouth, slow and teasing.

"Would have been lovely," she purrs. "Like the way you feel under my hands." She grins at him between kisses of his chest. "When you were thinking of that, I was thinking of having you close your eyes and imagine me in that beaded dress. Then, when you'd pulled your chiton aside, I'd kneel on those bags of grain, take your cock in my mouth."

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His heartrate increases as she kisses his chest, surging to a rapid pace much like it did earlier when Ajax had leaned in closer and proposed a tryst between the three of them.

"You know that dress is one of my weaknesses," he laughs. "Which is exactly why you'd suggest it, get me raging hard before you wrapped your lips around my cock."

Totally cheating. And at the same time...he would not care one single bit.

She laughs with him. "Of course, your wife is a cunning dragon."

Her hips are still rocking gently, rubbing against him. "Another idea for later, perhaps."

She moans as his touch sends sparks of pleasure through her body. "Tonight, I want to ride your cock until you come inside of me."

That mental image causes him to whimper with pleasure, earns her another gasp from him.

"The most cunning dragon," he praises her. "With the most wonderful touches. Oh yes, please my love, yes. More of that."

He responds to her hips rocking gently by arching his body beneath hers, grinding a little to increase the contact and the friction.

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His praise makes her heart flutter. She has such a sweet husband.

She decides she doesn't care WHERE the cleaning staff think all of the feathers came from in the morning, and manifests her wings with a snap and a rush of displaced air. She flexes them forward to support her upper body weight so she can touch him too.

Her mouth and her hands are all over his chest, his arms, the top of his abdomen. Caressing, kissing, rubbing, seeking out sensitive places.

She chuckles when his body arches, when he grinds against her, wanting more. "I'll give you more, gladly," she purrs. Rocks her hips a little faster, harder, shifts her position just slightly so he's teasing just the edges of the sensitive places between her legs.

The cleaning staff of this establishment have probably dealt with 'messes' consisting of things that are much, much worse than feathers - they may have questions, but they are also well-trained to mind their business.

And she told him that he could be louder, so he is. He does not shout (not yet) but with her mouth and hands added to the mix of touches and friction already between their bodies, it all feels so very good.

"Want all of it," he groans quietly. "Like, like having you close to me. S'cute when you're perched on my shoulder, my talking moggy," he says. "But your hands...hands are good. Your hands are good, touches and kisses..."

She likes his rambling, even if she's never said as much. It's SKELLIG, unfiltered, not curated for her to hear.

Her fingers stroke, tease his arms, linger over the tattoo. "Liked being on your shoulder, but hands are better."

She kisses his sternum, slow and lingering, rocks her hips. Her hands stroke his belly as she rubs and rocks with her hips. "Hands to touch, to tease, to explore your body. Hands to make you ache with want, hard for me."

She moans in pleasure "Friction is so good, but makes it tricky to touch you where I want to."

"Would you like to taste me, darling? Should I ride your lovely face while I'm looking at your cock, put my hands and my mouth on you while you're getting my cunt so very wet?"

There is a connection point between them with that tattoo on his arm, and as she traces it with her fingers it is enough to trigger and send a ripple of sparks up and down his spine.

"Would love to taste you," he replies, voice eager and willing. "Could practice some of the positions from the art on these walls, pleasure each other in unison..."

(Which is indeed what she is proposing they do.)

As a thought strikes him, he laughs, the sound husky and low. "Did not think this would be the FIRST stop on our journey... but I am not complaining."

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"Perhaps the art is inspiring me," she teases. She starts to shift her position, is moving when she hears him laugh. THAT laugh, low and husky, makes her desire stir and her heart warm.

"Love it when you laugh like that," she tells him, her own voice husky. Getting into position is trickier than it looks, so he has time to respond before she settles her cunt over his mouth.

When she has settled into position on his mouth, she reaches toward his cock, strokes it with both of her hands, slow and lingering. "Bet that feels good," she purrs.

"You are the only one that can make me laugh that way," he replies, keeping his voice low as he runs his palms up the back of her thighs. "That laugh is yours, and yours alone."

Once she is settled over him and has her hands on his cock, his ability to 'respond' is limited as his mouth is otherwise...occupied. So instead of words to say yes, so very good she is rewarded with a gentle moan and the flick of his tongue against her, teasing and tempting her with the hint of more.

There is a surge of Light, pride, and joy from her when he says that she's the only one who can make him laugh that way. That that laugh is HERS, that it is a part of him only she gets to see, is a thrill.

She moans, low, as he teases her. It feels so good! She echoes his actions against his cock, a gentle flick of her tongue. "So good, want more," she gasps, rocks her body a little against his face.

In a sense, he is mimicking what she is doing to him, her responses to his touches work to inspire his next actions, the movements of his lips and tongue against her cunt. It is a way for her guide him, tell him what she finds most pleasurable, tell him what she desires him to do to her.

And when she rocks her body against him, he responds in kind by running his fingertips over the bare skin of her legs, tracing patterns on her calf muscles, letting his nails lightly graze her thighs. Any way that he can add stimulation, add pleasure, he is going to do it. Lips, tongue, fingers, voice - all of it.

"Yes, oh yes," she moans as his hands move over her body, as he increases his stimulation.

She takes the head of his cock in her mouth, sucks, licks, moans around him. She's substantially less...coordinated and consistent in her efforts than she is when he ISN'T pleasuring her at the same time. Bit taxing on the old brain when he's being so very pleasurably distracting!

Regardless of just how coordinated or consistent her efforts are at the moment, they are still quite pleasurable and enjoyable on his end - and given her moaning around his cock, she is enjoying his efforts quite a bit as well. They also are not quite up to their usual 'standard', as it is difficult to focus on finding all those exact places that drive her wild when she has her lips around his cock and her tongue teasing him, causing his heart to jackhammer wildly in his chest.

At some point he has to catch his breath, panting softly as he pulls in oxygen to his lungs.

"Not sure if it's just 'cause it's been...few extra days...or what," he mutters. "But everything you, you're doing...feels really...really good." Which will be evidenced by the way he can hardly keep still beneath her, and how he twitches and groans as she sucks on him.

She has to take a breathing break too. "Likewise," she pants. "So good. Hard, hard to concentrate."

"Wanted, wanted to come on your cock." Her thighs are trembling. "But, your mouth is so good. And the way you twitch and groan when I've got your cock in my mouth is..."

She shivers. "Feel powerful, irresistible."

"You are powerful," he praises her. "So, so irresistible. Can't get enough of you."

To demonstrate the point, he shifts and teases her clit with his tongue for a brief moment, before breaking away again. "M'already close. So are you. Maybe...maybe we just...get each other over the edge...then we'll work on you riding my cock in a bit?" He suggests, as he swallows roughly, breathing nearly back to 'normal' - or as close as it is going to get, with her thighs trembling above him and her breath warm on his cock.

"So clever," she praises him. "Yes, yes. Make you come in my mouth, ride your cock later."

Speaking of coming in her mouth, she sets out to 'make' him to do just that. Sucking, licking, moaning around him.

The sounds that she manages to coax out of him as she lowers her head and wraps her mouth back around his cock are definitely some that the employees within this establishment are used to hearing. Skellig groans, loud and rough (and a little feral), as his body sinks into the mattress while at the same time his back and hips arch towards her. His body is begging for more as he allows the parts of his brain that are focused on the simple, the basic, the primal and wild things - sex, pleasure, desire - to take over.

"Fuck yes, yes..."

His words falter and cut off as he shifts his mouth to resume pleasuring her in kind - wanting to ensure that she knows just how good she's making him feel by showing her with his own actions towards her.

She's very pleased at the reactions she's provoking in him.

She gives him more, gladly, eagerly. Their pleasure winds tighter and tighter in their bodies until they both snap at once, tumble over the edge. She rolls off of his mouth, onto his shoulder, but can't quite muster the energy to do more than that just yet.

It also takes him a few moments before he can pull himself together (to be expected after an orgasm like that) enough to adjust and shift his body beneath hers.

"We are a mess," he teases, grinning foolishly as they work to situate themselves. "A beautiful mess." Shaking legs, quivering arms, her hair wild and untamed, his skin sticky with sweat, feathers everywhere... "And I love it. Love you."

Eventually they get settled with her body draped across his, her head on his chest and his fingers slowly raking through her hair.

"Such a mess," she murmurs, tone slightly teasing. "Love you, Skellig."

"Like your fingers in my hair, feels good." She's gotten rid of her wings for the moment, for ease of cuddling.

"Like making you feel good," he says softly, letting his eyes close as he relaxes beneath her. "Touch is important. Connection... matters."

He sighs. "Dunno how I made it so long without you. Without this. Without my Kreyu. Doesn't... doesn't matter, 'cause you're here now."

"Connection matters so very much," she agrees.

"I am here, and only Death will keep me from you," she promises. "And even Death may only delay me for a time."

"I would have many words for Them, if they tried to separate us," he mutters, huffing softly and wrapping his arm around her, pulling her a little closer in his embrace subconsciously (sleep is threatening to grab hold of him, but he is winning that fight for now) when she mentions Death.

He pauses briefly. "And I know that time may come, but for now I do not want to think about it. I want to live," he says softly, earnestly. "For too long I have not truly allowed myself that pleasure, and I want to focus on here, on us, on what we have."

"So do I," she agrees She nuzzles him a bit. "I want you to have all the pleasures life can offer, want to experience them with you."

"See the world's wonders, its joys, its blessings."

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