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

She chuckles at his teasing, makes a pleased sound as he cups her ass with his hand.

"Then perhaps you should take me, satisfy your craving?" she suggests. One hand seeks what feathers she can reach, the other strokes his side.

"A thoughtful suggestion," he replies. "Of course, now that we are both wearing more clothes...that might prove slightly more difficult...but I am up for the challenge of it."

His skin jumps beneath her fingertips as she runs her hand over his ribs, his feathers rustling against the leaves.

"We will have to be careful to not get too rowdy..." He muses, leaning up to catch her mouth in a kiss, this one deeper than the others they've shared so far.

"A fun challenge," she replies.

"Slow and steady," she suggests before he catches her mouth in a kiss. Then, she's much too busy kissing him deeply to speak.

Her hands stroke his sides, tease his feathers, as they kiss, bodies pressed together. She feels quite warm, despite the chill in the air.

Even though feathers themselves do not have nerve endings, he can feel when they shift and are touched when the shaft moves against his wings - and that feels very good. Her touches and teasing are so very pleasant, and he rewards her with more kisses, more touches of his own as he allows his hands to wander.

Breathing...while important, means less time to kiss. So he only breaks when it is absolutely necessary, and as he pants softly he allows his fingertips to wander, slipping beneath the hem of the soft wool shirt she picked out to seek out her breasts.

"Slow and steady."

She moans softly when his fingertips find her breasts, knead and tease them. "Mhm, Yes," she pants between kisses.

Her hand slips under HIS shirt, to run her fingers over his skin along his ribs Is she teasing his feathers a little more too? Maybe.

Deep, lingering, kisses feel better than speaking right now.

There are moments when he deeply enjoys lavishing her with praise and adoration, kind words and compliments flowing freely from his lips like water from a wild, untamed mountain stream. And then there are times like this, when he would readily agree with her - deep, lingering kisses feel better than speaking.

Her fingertips on his ribs earn her a soft growl of pleasure in response, a shudder running through his body as she teases at his feathers. (Yes, she IS teasing them a little bit more!)

She gently catches his lower lip between her teeth, tugs gently on it while she strokes his ribs and his feathers some more.

She lets his lip go, kisses him deeply again. Her hand wanders from his ribs to his pants. She has a feeling that they're going to be tricky to deal with, and she's not sure WHERE that feeling comes from. (They just lace up, it's quite straightforward!)

She loosens the lacing on his pants, just a bit. More getting ready for later when they're both more....heated.

Smart thinking on her part, to plan ahead. His mind is elsewhere - mostly just on where he can touch her to bring her the most pleasure without having to really move his hands off her skin, because he is quite enjoying the feel of it. And kisses. He is enjoying those very much, and desires more of them, especially when she's nipping at him like that.

He is also making sure that they are still stable (they are) in this 'nest' up in this tree.

"More layers t'peel off," he breathes between kisses. "Will get easier as we get used to it."

She hums in agreement. "Easier, will learn all the fun ways," she agrees. She nips his throat carefully, moves a hand up to tease at his collarbones under his shirt. Maybe his nipples too, when she's done teasing those.

And Skellig can still toy with her breasts, rub and tease to bring her pleasure. He knows all of the best places to touch by now, how to touch them. Like a slow drag of his fingertips over her nipple to make her gasp, make heat coil in her gut.

One thing that Skellig is very good at is observing; this applies to all aspects of things. The environment around them, or the subject directly in front of him - his dragon and what makes her moan, makes her gasp and squirm with pleasure. He has taken many, many mental notes over the last few moons since he has found himself in her company...and he accesses that information when needed.

Such as now, when they cannot get too wild (being up in a tree) and he needs to focus on the details. Her nipples, her ribcage, that spot along her side that makes her shiver and shift atop him, the curve of her waist and her hipbones.

Working the laces open on her pants is much easier with fingers that are 'fixed' as well. Then he can slip his hand inside, slide it between her legs, find those other areas that are sensitive.

Moaning, gasping, squirming, shifting, and shivering with pleasure. Both of her hands go to his feathers as she kisses him hard, moaning into his mouth.

His hand slips between her legs, teases her folds, her clit. She's getting wet already, but she'll need more of his lovely fingers before she's ready.

Rubbing lazy circles on her clit with his thumb while his other fingers explore her folds, kissing her like THAT. It's probably a good thing she can't reach THOSE spots on his shoulder blades, or she might try for them just to 'turn the tables' a bit.

She may not be able to reach THOSE spots on his shoulder blades (and it is a good thing, otherwise they might actually risk falling to the ground in a heap) but she can reach plenty of other places on his body - her fingers stroking through his feathers, teasing him in all the right spots.

"Love that," he gasps during one of their 'breaks' to regain oxygen. "Love touching you. You touching me. All of it."

"Yes. Love touch, yours, mine."

One hand leaves his feathers, but she thinks he'll like where it's going! She slips her hand inside his pants, searches for his cock with her fingers. Just a light tease, for now. At least, that's the PLAN.

His reaction should be plenty of an answer for her - the way his hips lift slightly, pressing his cock towards her grasp. Yes she has to 'search' for it, but it isn't as if it has moved from where it usually is just because he's wearing pants! Her plans are most pleasant, he wants more of them.

And once she is able to touch and tease him, his groan of pleasure is another reply, another way to say yes.

"Like that noise," she tells him, panting. "Tempted, tempted to just stroke and stroke your cock until you come for me."

Her hips buck toward his fingers, aching for him to slip a finger inside of her, get her ready for his cock.

"Would be messy," Not a point in its favor since new clothes.

"Don't want to make a mess," Skellig admits. "Can move...can move them enough won't get dirty."

(To be fair - they're in a tree, to begin with. Dirty is...relative.) He whines a little as she strokes teasingly over his cock, but rewards her with a finger slid inside her cunt, thinking maybe if he gives her what she wants, he'll get rewards also...

"Will make all kinds of noises for you."

"Yes!" she gasps as he slides a finger inside of her. She grinds a little against his hand as one of her hands works on getting HIS pants opened enough that they won't get messy.

She keeps stroking him with one hand as she works, and when HIS pants are finally open enough to be 'clear' of any mess, she starts working on HER pants with that other hand.

Skellig shifts and wiggles his body a little bit to help her work his pants open and down off his hips enough to free his cock, and then while she works to loosen her own pants, he adds a second finger, coaxing her to grind harder against him.

"It is a good thing we followed this trail deep into the forest," he quips. "We are secluded enough that it is only the squirrels who might hear us."

And even they have gone elsewhere, sensing the hunger of these two 'predators' in this tree.

"Squirrels and birds," she gasps, as he slides that second finger in. She grinds harder against him, her heart and breath racing as the pleasure builds.

Once HER pants are far enough down her hips, she has BOTH hands on his cock, stroking him slowly but firmly. "Good?" she asks, grinning. As if she doesn't already know the answer.

His laugh is rough, faltering - she knows what she is doing to him with her touches, and she's just playing him. "Think you can tell," he rocks his hips (and in turn, his cock) firmly towards her hands, whimpering a little. "Just how good you are to me."

A smirk. "Or do you need me to lay out the details for you slowly?" He slows down the teasing of his fingers against her clit. If she wants him to slow down, he will...

Her laugh is a little rough too, when he asks of he needs to lay out the details slowly. She rocks against his hand. "No, I can tell."

"Think about sliding in and out of me, when I do this?" She asks as she strokes his cock faster and more firmly.

Grunting softly, he nods his head and pulls in a deep breath, holding it in his lungs to steady himself a bit - he doesn't want to get too excited, not yet. "S'one of the things that comes to my mind," he 'admits'.

"Driving myself into you, or the way the you look when you're riding my cock in our bed, the energy that runs through our connection..."

"So much between us, in every way," she agrees. "Entangled body and soul."

He curls his fingers just right as he slides them in and out of her, makes her gasp. "Could ride you right here," she suggests. Whether that is safe or a good idea are very different questions.

"Could," he agrees.

With a bit of shifting and fussing, he readjusts his body - taking a hint of the weight off of the tree itself, holding it with a bit of a 'cheat' even though he doesn't really need to, this is a relatively secure spot...

"Should try it," he encourages her. "Claim this nest as ours, the 'right' way..." He adds a third finger, grinning wickedly as she moans and gasps. "You want to?" He is practically hard enough under her touch, and he's pretty sure she's ready to take him.

"Yes," she gasps. "Want you." There's a hint of a growl in her voice that might take care of getting him from 'practically hard enough' to 'hard enough'.

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