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

"A goal worth working toward," he replies, raising his glass in a toast.

Thia drops by unexpectedly, offers Ajax a glass of a green liquor. Ajax's mood shifts as she offers it. "Thank you, my dear, but not tonight."

Once Thia has left, his gaze turns back to them. "I've made arrangements for certain advance warnings. It would appear my oldest brother is on the premises. They'll stall him for a while, but not forever."

He smiles softly. "I have most enjoyed your company, but it would be prudent for you and Kreyu to retire upstairs for the night before he sees you."

Skellig subconsciously makes note of the newest heartbeat that has arrived within the area that he is 'monitoring', files it away for reference.

"Of course." His smile in return is genuine but also shows that he understands what it is that Ajax isn't saying out loud. "Thank you for your hospitality this evening."

He moves to rise, offering his arm again to clasp in gratitude.

Ajax rises with them, offers his forearm to clasp to Skellig again. "I look forward to speaking with both of you again."

"Likewise," Kreyu agrees. Ajax isn't FRIGHTENED, as they leave him, more a man preparing to face a great deal of unpleasantness.

Kreyu leads Skellig up to their room, opens the door. The suite is lavish, if not as lovely as 'their' room at the House of the Blue Lotuses. The artwork on the walls is also far more sexual in nature.

She locks the door behind them, takes Skellig into her arms. "You did so very well, my heart."

Once the door is locked, he allows himself to drop some of the facade he has been hiding behind (it is getting easier and easier to play the part, but this instance of it has been particularly wearing on him) as he wraps his arms around her.

"I am not... not entirely sure what was happening down there," he mutters softly. "It was as if my heart and mind were reacting in ways that I have never known before."

He is pressing against her a bit, working to ground himself, refocus his center to here and now with her.

She makes soothing sounds, runs her fingers through his hair. "Was it that he wanted you that unsettled you so? That he is a Prince?"

"You would outrank him, as they reckon things here," she says in an attempt at reassurance. "And not by a little, either."

"His rank as a Prince had no influence," Skellig says. "I did not...I did not recognize his desires and intentions at first, but once I realized that it was not the art that he was discussing his appreciation for..."

His skin flushes beneath her touch.

"I did not know how to respond. I...I have never been desired in such a way, apart from you, and even that is much different. I know I am still adjusting to accept such things, but it almost felt...wrong?"

He leans back to look at her, catch her gaze. "You know I would never stray from you, betray your heart. I just...became unsettled."

She kisses him softly on the forehead. "Oh, love."

She holds him just that little bit closer. "It is not wrong to want to be viewed as desirable. Not wrong to feel things when one knows one is desired."

"I know you would not hurt me in such a way, but I am not surprised you should attract such attention." Her smile is a bit sappy. "You are lovely, Skellig. Kind, a good listener, a good friend."

She chuckles. "Given what he told us and what he did NOT say, I would be more surprised if he wasn't drawn strongly to you."

There is relief in his energy she will be able to sense when she tells him that it is not wrong to want to be viewed as desirable, not wrong to feel things -positive things - when he knows he is wanted.

"I just did not want to anger you," he says. "I was worried...because I would never wish to hurt you. My heart belongs to you and my soul is yours alone."

"I am sorry you feared angering me, my love." She kisses his forehead. "What we feel is only ever partly in our control. And, and I am pleased that you are learning what it is like to be desired."

"Desired, wanted as you always should have been."

She flushes slightly. "Though I won't deny a certain thrill in knowing that he wants you and can not have you. That you are all mine."

Now it is Skellig's turn to grin a little, laugh under his breath.

"Yes, I am all yours," he muses playfully. "Nobody can have me except my dragon."

He snorts, amused. "Ajax's proposal included you, for what it was worth. Whether you wished to participate or simply observe."

There is more than one art piece on the wall depicting a woman and two men engaged in carnal acts. Kreyu finds her mind inserting Ajax, Skellig, and herself into one of those art pieces. "Oh," Kreyu flushes.

"Well, he has good taste. But I would only share you with YOU, my love."

She shakes her head. "Though it's making me feel a bit...territorial, which is ridiculous," she huffs, annoyed with herself.

"It is not ridiculous."

Skellig glances at the same piece that she is looking at, tilting his head slightly as he studies it. But instead of adding Ajax into the image... he is picturing both of the men as himself.

"If we are being truthful, I actually find it quite arousing when you get a little territorial." He leans in and presses his lips to her ear, whispering. "I know it would only ever be in a fantasy, but what if there were two of me, to pleasure you at the same time in such a manner?"

"Should I tie you to the bed then?" she teases when he says he finds her getting a little territorial quite arousing.

Her breath catches when he presses his lips to her ear, when he whispers, and she shivers with want at the image he creates in her mind. "Would ensure both of you were very satisfied," she says, voice a little rough. "Ride one of you while the other you was behind me, touching, teasing. Or perhaps I could take your cock in my mouth while your other self filled my cunt."

"I have no doubt of your ability to satisfy me," he says. "But as you said...I would prefer to keep you all to myself. My oneself."

He allows his hands to wander a little bit, but he doesn't push very far.

"And I would have you tie me to this bed," he shoots a glance at it - there are strategically placed notches in the headboard that likely correspond with whatever might possibly be in a chest near the wall, though Skellig would not know to think of that. "Perhaps not right this moment, as I am...not fully prepared for that level of intensity."

He smiles.

"I just wish to be desired and enjoyed by my wife."

"Tomorrow, perhaps," she muses. "Tonight I would be desired and enjoyed by my husband, would have his hands on me."

She kisses his neck, gentle. "Want you," she whispers against his skin, a hint of a growl in her tone. Her hands seek out the pins that hold his chiton on, deftly maneuver the one on the left shoulder out of the fabric.

"You are much better at working those free," he mutters as she deftly works to get both pins removed (and collect the fabric of his chiton, toss it over a chair) before he even manages to get ONE of hers out.

Which means he is naked and she is not. He abandons his amulet on the table and allows his wings to be freely visible - then glances sharply towards the door.

"Did you ward that at all," he asks, as an afterthought.

Kreyu's face suggests that no, she did not.

"I'll be back shortly," she promises. She's gotten rather good at wards, in her opinion, they only take a few minutes.

"My clever husband, making sure to check such things," she says once she's finished as she stalks back over to him. She steals a kiss, lingering with her lips on his.

"Cautious, moreso than clever," he admits. "After how Ajax's energy shifted once he was given his signal by Thia, and his talk of storms... it may be wise to use an extra layer of protection when we are able."

He does not fight her as she steals that kiss, allowing her lips to linger on his mouth as he works the pins out of her chiton.

"And with your wards so strong, I feel much more secure in allowing my focus to center on my true desire...my wife." Emphasis on my.

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"Caution is often wisdom, particularly when a succession crisis is brewing."

She catches her chiton as it falls with one arm, places it neatly on top of Skellig's chiton.

"All yours," she purrs, slipping out of her sandals. She wraps her arms around his waist, tugs him right up against her body. "I'd tell you all the lovely things I've thought about doing with you the last few days, but I think you'll enjoy them more as a surprise."

"You are likely right about that," he agrees. "However I would tell you what I wished to do to you in that storage hut earlier, hidden behind those crates..."

With her hugged up tight against him like this, it is easy enough for him to take 'control' of their movements, and walk them the few steps it takes to back her up against the nearest wall.

"But I think you'd prefer it if I showed you."

Which means leaning in and kissing her firmly, 'pinning' her up against the wall in a show of dominance, claiming her as his.

She chuckles, low, as he backs her up against the wall. "I would like you to show me."

She meets his firm kiss with a firm kiss of her own, hungry for him, wanting. She presses her body into his, warm and strong, rocks her hips against him ever so slightly.

She doesn't plan to stop kissing him until one of them has to breathe!

It was the subtle rock of her hips against his earlier that nearly caused a 'situation' that would have needed to be dealt with before they could venture back out into public; in this case, he does not bother trying to settle himself down, just meets her with the same want and desire.

He is forced to break first for air, and he does with a shaking gasp, pulling a breath into his lungs.

"I'm beginning to think you like it when I leave you breathless, gasping," she says, breathing hard.

She licks her lips, eyes dark. "I've been thinking about all kinds of ways to leave you breathless, gasping, panting for more."

"Reminds me of that night on the beach," he pants. "When you took my breath away, thought I was seeing stars 'cause I was gonna pass out, but it wasn't... wasn't that. Was seeing different...different stars. Ones I'd never seen before."

His hands are shaking a little, knees already weak, but he's determined to hold her here until she either takes control or he goes down.

"What... what would you do with me?"

She smiles softly at his mention of that night on the beach. His shaking hands, his weak knees, prompt her to take control.

"So many things, Skellig. Can hardly decide." She picks him up in a bridal carry, strong and steady as she carries him to the bed.

"So many ways to please one another at our disposal, but I want to claim my mate."

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