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]

His kisses are lovely, and she sighs in pleasure.

"I like the sound of that," she whispers. "We could go and find a place to hide now, if you wanted? Plenty of hours left before it gets dark."

[27_53]

He ducks his head lower, nips lightly along her jawline.

"That sounds like a lovely way to welcome ourselves, get adjusted to this climate..." He raises his body off hers, offers a hand to help her up.

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles in thanks as she takes the offered hand. There are leaves in her hair, but she doesn't care about that right now.

They wander a while, following a deer trail through the forest, until they reach a truly massive oak tree. It must be very old indeed, to have grown this big.

She peers up through the branches. "I think there's a kind of hollow in the middle of those branches if we wanted to hide up there?"

[27_53]

"It has been... longer than I can recall, since I climbed a tree..." He somehow knows that he HAS done this, in the past. Regardless of how hazy (nonexistent) his memory is from Before.

Skellig glances up. "But that will not stop me. A fine place for a nest..." He 'hops' up to the first branch, the feeling familiar beneath his hands of rough bark to grip.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu climbs up after him, more careful with her movements. There is a relatively flat space that both of them could stretch out on in the middle of the branches, over the trees central trunk. Old it may be, but the wood is still vital, strong, will readily support their weight.

They are ALSO far enough from the city and high up enough off the ground that they are quite hidden from any outside observers.

[27_53]

With the soft breezes comes a quiet symphony of sound, leaves shifting and moving in unison, rustling softly.

"It's as if it were made for us," he says, settling down and shifting his body to get comfortable - it can be her turn to sprawl on him.

[brave_kreyu]

She sprawls on him once he's settled, carefully. "Perhaps it was," she suggests. "Or maybe we are the latest in a long line of lovers who have found this little hideaway."

The sound of the rustling leaves is soothing, and with Skellig warm, beloved, and familiar beneath her, she could quite easily nap here. She nuzzles his neck, inhales the scents of his new clothes mixed with Skellig's own scent.

[27_53]

"Regardless of if we are the first or the latest, it is ours for the time being," he says smugly. "And we will enjoy it."

A nap is definitely one thing that they could manage to start off with...especially after all her effort expended in getting them here. "I would hold you, we will not fall from here, if you would rest with me a while. The sun is just right, and your body against mine..."

[brave_kreyu]

"I would like that, if you are comfortable?" It IS a tree, after all.

[27_53]

He shifts his body and wings beneath him, better settles himself into the hollow and the branches. "I am comfortable. We should rest. I know that I could use it," he says honestly. "And I did not do nearly as much flying as you."

[brave_kreyu]

"I could use a nap," she admits. She snuggles into him, nuzzles his neck. "No sweeter place to rest than in your arms, Skellig."

The wind rustles through the leaves, birds call to one another. Somewhere, two squirrels are quarreling over some acorns.

It won't be long before she drifts off to sleep for a bit of a nap.

[27_53]

Skellig is listening to all of it (faintly amused by the squirrels) as he allows his body to become more in 'tune' with this area, these surroundings, this climate - all of it needs to be adjusted to, and it takes a bit of time to allow his senses to get aligned properly.

Her body weight against him is a familiar waypoint, as is her heartbeat, her breathing pattern. At some point, he allows himself to drift, but it is very, very light - he is stable here in the tree, but he is also on 'watch' duty in this new environment.

He does rest, though.

[brave_kreyu]

Nothing troubles them as they rest. At some point, a herd of deer come to the base of the tree, linger for a while as they devour what acorns they can get at. She starts to wake, shifts slightly on top of him, her breath and heartbeat shifting closer to waking.

She kisses his neck before she opens her eyes. "Hello, love. I had a good rest, thanks to you."

[27_53]

Smiling as she kisses his neck, he lightly 'hugs' her with the arm that he has wrapped around her body. "Mmm, was a good rest. Nothing to bother us up here in our nest."

An advantage to being able to follow faint deer trails and sense which trees might be best suited for a hideaway!

"Will still need a real bed to fully recover, but this is a very nice start."

[brave_kreyu]

"A very nice start," she agrees.

She shifts her position enough that she can kiss him on the lips, gentle and lingering. "More intoxicating than wine, sweeter than honey," she whispers against his lips when she has to pause for breath.

[27_53]

"Glad to hear you talking about yourself in such a way," he teases, as he allows his hand to drift lower on her body, lightly cupping her ass as she shifts her position - for safety reasons, of course. No sense in risking her falling out of this tree, hurting herself...

"My dragon is the finest drug, one I crave constantly..."

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

"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.

[27_53]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

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!)

[brave_kreyu]

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.

[27_53]

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."

[brave_kreyu]

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.