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

"I do not mind you looking like a 'mess'," he counters. "Honestly, this..." He motions with his hand up and down her body. "Is quite appealing. It is you in your true form, nothing to hide. And you are beautiful."

He smiles as she wipes the cloth over his face.

"I will not get that excited," he adds, voice wry. "But I may not be able to resist stealing a kiss or touch."

"You are quite biased my dear, but I enjoy your praise." She kisses him softly on the forehead.

She starts to work on his neck and his shoulders. "Wouldn't mind you stealing kisses or touches," she says, grinning slightly. "I quite enjoy them, after all."

"In that case," he brings his hands up to her waist, spreading his fingers slightly to tease as he smooths them across her skin. "I will continue to praise you, with both words and attention."

He smiles gently. "You did not shy away from me when I stumbled across your path in the desert, and I am certain I looked quite the mess then."

His teasing touch makes her skin shiver, makes the tiniest curl of want start to rise in her gut.

She works on his arms, gentle. "No one would look their best after being lost in the desert," she says. "I was too worried about your well being to focus much on your appearance at first."

She's flustered a bit, as she recalls how she felt. "I wanted you, when you were removing your clothes. Though I would never have asked then, it would have been wrong, to take advantage of you in that state."

"I was quite disoriented," he agrees. "And not truly in my right mind. None of the energy felt right, the lines had been torn and I had no clue of where I was or how I got there..."

And then she rescued him, brought him to safety, gave him shelter and aided in his recovery.

"I was incredibly lucky to have you find me," he says. "And to be treated with respect and dignity as you did in those first hours."

Kreyu still feels a bit flustered, which is ridiculous. "I only did what anyone ought to have done," she replies.

She dips the rag in water again, wrings it out. She knows, of course, that people DON'T always do as the ought to; she's not THAT innocent as to the nature of humankind.

She takes the cloth, wipes his collarbones. "I was lucky too, finding you. Someone else might have taken advantage of my kindness." Or tried too, at least. Kreyu IS a dragon, after all, far stronger than the normal human woman she often appears to be.

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"I think in many ways we were both lucky."

The feeling of the cool cloth against his collarbones causes him to pull in a soft breath as a shiver runs down his spine.

"And in some ways, perhaps also lucky were those who might have tried to cross you with ill-intent," he adds. "We make quite a good team, for handling those who are less than savory."

He has heard the words spoken by other men about women (women who were far-less physically attractive than Kreyu!) in the dockyards and the city squares, the comments about what they would like to do with them if given the chance. And he has seen the way that men have looked at her, the leering from street rats, pirates and rogues that they have fought off.

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His soft breath, his shiver, please her, he can feel it. She is careful as she wipes the sweat off of his chest.

Kreyu's chuckle when he speaks about those with ill-intent being lucky not to cross her has a hint of the predator in it. "Indeed, they would have found a predator and not prey." Her grin turns wicked. "Some DID, before your arrival."

"We are a fine team for dealing with those less savory, fierce, worthy of legend.," She shifts around to his back, to those places not covered by feathers.

As she moves to work the damp towel over his skin on his back, he stretches his wings out to move them out of her way.

"And they got what they deserved, and rightfully so."

Smugly, he laughs a little bit. "Fierce and worthy of legend. I like that."

"They did indeed, and that was how the amulet I gave you the day we met came into my possession."

She starts cleaning off all of his 'back' side. Back, buttocks, legs.

"I am glad you like the sound of it, my love, but it is just the truth." She kneels easily to reach those parts of Skellig lower to the ground.

Skellig is impressed - his amulet is a 'trophy' of sorts, that she has entrusted to him, after winning it in 'battle' against her own adversary. That is a bit of a turn-on, even if the function of the amulet is to hide his wings.

As she wipes down the back of his thighs and his calf muscles, he works his throat, willing himself to behave.

"A truth I am proud of," he says. "I hold it with honor in my spirit."

"A sorcerer who was part of a kidnapping ring. I allowed him to kidnap me, to take me away from the village, so there would be less of a fuss. He was quite surprised, when he took me out into the desert."

He might be able to hear the sharpness in her grin.

She finishes with his legs, stands, and moves around to the front of him. It might be more difficult to behave with the sight of his lovely wife before him. She wets the cloths, wrings them out. Cool water and soft cloth, a gentle touch, as his wife cleans his chest and his belly.

It is much more difficult to behave, though he manages somewhat as she strokes the cloth over his chest, cleans the sweat from his skin, sinks lower to wipe his belly clean.

"I bet he was surprised," Skellig laughs. And his own grin is sharp, a hint predatory as well - though it is mixed with other feelings, as her hands and that cloth graze the bottom of his stomach, getting closer to his hips. He rocks his feet slightly, his breath catching a little in his throat.

His heartrate quickens slightly, and he clears his throat.

"M'doing my best to not get too excited, love," he teases. "But if your hands wander much further south, I make no guarantees..."

She grins as she kneels, naked, before him. "You may get as excited as you like," she assures him. "Plenty of heat and water available for bathing," she adds, teasing.

Her touch over his hips is light, although she avoids his groin for the moment. "Unless you'd rather I clean you up in other ways?"

"You are a vision," he mutters, voice rough around the edges. "And yes, I can think of some other ways I could be cleaned up..."

Even with as light as her touches are over his hips, as she wanders lower to his upper thighs, it is quite obvious that his own arousal is starting to take over his focus.

"Maybe with your hands first, then your mouth?" His suggestion is 'innocent', as least as much as he can manage.

That particular kind of roughness in his voice always makes her own want grow. "Hm, yes, I think that would be best." She cleans his thighs, his calves.

"Might need a bit of a cleanup myself, after," she suggests. She is so very sweaty, after all.

Once she's done with everywhere else, she takes a clean, damp, rag, then wipes the most sensitive areas of his body.

"It might be prudent for you to at least brace yourself against the bed, as I intend to make you quite weak in the knees," she purrs.

"I will be happy to return the favor," Skellig says, moving backwards slowly towards their bed. "However you would desire me to do so."

Once he is settled and 'braced' appropriately - it is convenient that the height of the mattress is easy enough for him to rest his weight against without being too high for her to 'reach' him - he cheats the system by 'grabbing' a pillow and handing it over to her.

"For your knees, love."

"Thank you, love," she says, entirely sincere. What, no one likes it when their knees hurt, surely?

She settles the cushion under her knees, gets herself comfortable. She doesn't immediately put her mouth on Skellig, however.

She smiles up at him, eyes warm with love and darkening with desire. She rubs his thighs gently, almost soothing. "Such a wonder you are, here under my hands, in my heart." She kisses his thighs, light, not lingering too long in any one place.

"My Skellig, my beloved husband, my mate."

She will be able to sense his body relaxing under her touch - most of his body relaxing, at least, though some of it is definitely doing the complete opposite - and his energy shifting to one she is familiar with. Love, desire, content, want. All of those things and more.

Words are difficult, so he responds with glances, touches, bringing one of his hands up to place it over her hand as she rubs her fingers slowly over his thigh.

"Your mate," he echoes quietly. "Forever yours."

So sweet, Skellig is, even when he does not speak. One day, maybe she will believe she is worthy of all she has been given. Her worship as a goddess, the vast depths of devotion from her husband, seem more than she is worthy of.

"Going to kneel before you in my temple, in THAT dress. Give you the fantasy we talked about after my appearance in the capital city."

She licks his thigh, one long slow line from his knee up.

That earns her a groan of pleasure and he allows a bit more of his weight to sink against the bed, flexing his feet against the floor as he steadies his stance, eyes going dark as that image reenters his mind.

"That...that is quite the fantasy I have kept hidden away," he admits playfully. "To have it become a reality will be...most thrilling."

He lightly bites his lower lip, watching her as she works her tongue over his skin. "And that dress...yes, that dress."

"Will be thrilling for me too," she admits, tone playful. "Going to enjoy spending that much time in my temple, for once," she purrs. She's teasing his hip bones with her tongue now, rubbing his thighs.

She gives his cock the lightest flick of her tongue, just to see how he reacts. "Going to make you feel so good, love."

"Already are," he comments.

His stomach muscles twitch and he pulls in a quick breath as her tongue flicks against him, his eyes narrowing. That is a teasing move on her part, and one he knows she did on purpose.

"Just from touching me, already are making me feel so good. Want you to keep doing that, please."

Her hands stroke his hips, his thighs, his ass, while her mouth teases his cock. She kisses all over the head of his cock, lips lingering longer on the places that are most sensitive. Then, her tongue, licking, rubbing, seeking out all the places that he likes the most.

With that much attention and focus being placed on his cock, his ability to speak falters quickly and he is reduced to a combination of delighted groans and moans as she works her lips and tongue over him, teases his skin with her fingertips.

He brings a hand up from his thigh to lightly thread his fingers into her hair (that wild, 'frizzy' mane of hers) and encourages her, coaxes her movements by stroking her scalp with his fingertips, using touch to tell her what he likes the most.

(Everything is wonderful and all of it is mind-blowing, so his 'guidance' isn't really required.)

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