OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 10

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu has taken a different shape than is usual for her. A dragon, yes, but one of quite different build and coloration!

This shape is more serpentine, although it still has four legs and wings. Her body and her wings are covered in feathers that are all the colors of the rainbow. She fusses with some of her wing feathers, the claws of this shape far smaller, as dexterous as human hands.

"How do I look?" she asks, a little nervous about her appearance.

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[brave_kreyu]

"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.

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"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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"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.

[brave_kreyu]

"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."

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"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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!

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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.

[brave_kreyu]

"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."

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"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?"

[brave_kreyu]

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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There is a oh so very brief moment when she picks him up that he considers protesting - but he also knows better than to argue with her, especially when she's got hold of him like this.

"Once again... it is the dragon who rescues her valiant knight," he quips playfully, leaning up to press kisses to her jawline as she brings him to the bed and lays him down. He moves his body to the center of it, spreads his wings out beneath him in his best 'come hither' pose.

"He would do whatever his mate desires to ensure her claim is well-staked."

[brave_kreyu]

She would always listen to his protests, ALWAYS.

She makes a pleased hum at his quip and his kisses to her jawline. "Her valiant knight who so graciously satisfies her appetites," she quips back.

His 'come hither' pose works very well indeed. She crawls onto the bed after him never looking away once. "Such a sweet temptation you make, sprawled like that," she speaks, voice low and rough.

She's on her hands and knees over him, mouthing his neck, 'nipping' him ever so lightly on the throat.

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The mouthing and nipping of his throat earns her a soft groan of pleasure in response - he is careful to keep relatively quiet as he is not quite sure yet of just how soundproof these walls are in this establishment - and he brings his hands up to hover just below her breasts, fingertips barely grazing her skin.

"Am I allowed to touch, love?"

Because he wants to, very much so...

[brave_kreyu]

He can feel her pleasure when he makes that soft groan. "Touch as much as you please, love," she tells him.

"And you can be as loud as you like," she adds, a wicked grin on her face. "The wards will muffle things."

She teases all over his neck, licks, little nips, kisses. "Feel like I could pleasure you for hours," she whispers in his ear.

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"Wouldn't object to you doing that," he growls playfully. "The sun has only just set below the horizon, and the evening is still quite young...especially for this establishment's clients."

With permission granted, he raises his hands up higher to cup her breasts in his palms, eagerly massaging them - wanting to coax the same pleasured sounds from her that she is getting out of him with those nips and kisses.

[brave_kreyu]

"Very true," she purrs. "And your pleasure is more intoxicating than wine."

She moans as he cups her breasts, massages them. "Oh, yes. That feels good."

She rests her lower body against his, rocks her hips a bit. "Shall we see how hard you get just from my hips and what my mouth is doing to the rest of you?" she teases.

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That earns her another gasp and a louder groan, as well as a shaking nod of his head. "Yes, please." He squirms slightly against the bed beneath her, which only creates more friction.

He works his throat.

"Was very tempted to have you use those beautiful hands of yours on my cock while we were back there behind those crates," he mutters. "I had enough of a buffer around us that nobody would have interrupted..."

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[brave_kreyu]

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."

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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.

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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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..."

[brave_kreyu]

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?"