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

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."

"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.

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.

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."

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."

"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.

"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..."

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.

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