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

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."

"Each day as the sun breaks above the horizon...even if I do not see it rise..." Because they are often busy doing something else...or each other. "...I know with it comes promise of discovery."

He leans down and gently kisses the top of her head, lips pressing to her hair.

"I would experience this world with no one other than you, my mate."

"I am so very glad it was my village you wandered near, that I chose to show my wings to you, that you have chosen to stay over and over again," she says, voice soft.

"It is you I would have at my side, wherever I might go."

"We truly were made for each other," he says. "As unlikely a pairing that we are."

(After all - if he had not stumbled across her, as he wandered through the heat of the desert sun - who knows where he might have ended up? Another village? Taken by another with powers greater than his own, an oddity for study? In chains as a plaything? Or simply lost to the sand and sun, left for dead on the ground?)

Better not to think about what might have happened, there are so many terrible options.

"Made for you," she murmurs as she drifts off to sleep.

Morning will come and with it, perhaps, a journey on to find a dragon.

While the accommodations here are not quite as lavish as those at The House of Blue Lotuses, the bed is comfortable (very important, for this type of clientele!) and there is a modest breakfast spread waiting for them outside their door once they have risen and bathed.

Eating is straightforward enough.

Cleaning up the feathers...less so. As they are preparing for the next leg of their journey, Skellig is looking at his options as far as clothing...

"Do you have an opinion, love," he asks, in regards to some of the chitons she has packed for him for this journey. "As to what you'd rather see me in?"

"It is a difficult decision," she says, smiling. "You look so lovely in either of the blues, but the gray is better suited for the rigors of travel."

"Then we will choose the gray for now, save the blues for later."

He repacks the blue ones, chooses more basic pins to secure the one they have settled on - even with the amount of practice that he has had so far, he is not quite fully able to get the drape 'right' given his wings, even with them concealed via the spell from the amulet. He will need help, once she is finished with her own.

(This also gives him time to watch her dress - which he appreciates, even in a non-sexual way.)

She dresses slowly, partly to give him more time to appreciate the view and partly to help him learn how to 'drape' the outfit properly.

"Almost," she says encouragingly as she moves to help him get the drape right. "Not designed for wings, I fear."

She kisses him when she's finished, careful not to rumple him.

"Thank you, love. I am getting there..."

He smiles. "And no, it is not, but the way it is able to be worn makes it easy to adapt as needed." Plus, if it is that 'off', he will just shift the attention of anyone who might look at him elsewhere.

He takes a moment to don his sandals, before he finishes securing their bags - it is a slight bit more gear than one might expect a wealthy couple such as themselves to be carrying (especially without 'help') on a route, but he has learned to live (and pack) minimally, and they will get warmer clothes as needed when they head north.

"Do you wish to fly once we have cleared the city, again?"

She ponders this for a moment. "Yes, I think so. It will be much easier to reach where Koschei was last spotted by air than by road. Quicker too. He was hunting monsters in the area, strange and dangerous beasts."

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