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

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.

"Squirrels and birds," she gasps, as he slides that second finger in. She grinds harder against him, her heart and breath racing as the pleasure builds.

Once HER pants are far enough down her hips, she has BOTH hands on his cock, stroking him slowly but firmly. "Good?" she asks, grinning. As if she doesn't already know the answer.

His laugh is rough, faltering - she knows what she is doing to him with her touches, and she's just playing him. "Think you can tell," he rocks his hips (and in turn, his cock) firmly towards her hands, whimpering a little. "Just how good you are to me."

A smirk. "Or do you need me to lay out the details for you slowly?" He slows down the teasing of his fingers against her clit. If she wants him to slow down, he will...

Her laugh is a little rough too, when he asks of he needs to lay out the details slowly. She rocks against his hand. "No, I can tell."

"Think about sliding in and out of me, when I do this?" She asks as she strokes his cock faster and more firmly.

Grunting softly, he nods his head and pulls in a deep breath, holding it in his lungs to steady himself a bit - he doesn't want to get too excited, not yet. "S'one of the things that comes to my mind," he 'admits'.

"Driving myself into you, or the way the you look when you're riding my cock in our bed, the energy that runs through our connection..."

"So much between us, in every way," she agrees. "Entangled body and soul."

He curls his fingers just right as he slides them in and out of her, makes her gasp. "Could ride you right here," she suggests. Whether that is safe or a good idea are very different questions.

"Could," he agrees.

With a bit of shifting and fussing, he readjusts his body - taking a hint of the weight off of the tree itself, holding it with a bit of a 'cheat' even though he doesn't really need to, this is a relatively secure spot...

"Should try it," he encourages her. "Claim this nest as ours, the 'right' way..." He adds a third finger, grinning wickedly as she moans and gasps. "You want to?" He is practically hard enough under her touch, and he's pretty sure she's ready to take him.

"Yes," she gasps. "Want you." There's a hint of a growl in her voice that might take care of getting him from 'practically hard enough' to 'hard enough'.

That is a very accurate might take care of in that statement, because she is likely very well-aware of the way his body and his energy responds to that hint of a growl, to that desire and flare of want that he can sense from her. His adrenaline spikes as heat coils deep in his chest and in his gut.

"Good," he replies, voice quiet. "Cause m'gonna have you."

~~Right here in this tree.~~ Skellig shifts his body and reaches between them to better align his cock with her cunt, before he coaxes her to lower herself onto him - giving her what she wants (and he wants) so very badly in this moment.

She lowers herself onto him and it always feels so GOOD. "My Skellig," she growls, shifting her hips to tease them both.

"Such a fine husband, you are. None better," she praises him as she starts to ride him.

"When the time comes, on our way home, going to have so much fun with you in my temple for those two days," she gasps, though there's still that hint of a growl. 'Maybe tie you to my altar, ride your cock just like this. Would you like that?"

That image is one that he likes VERY MUCH as it filters into his mind, and she is rewarded with a loud groan and a full-body shiver of pleasure.

"Would like, yes," he moans. "Would like that very much. Allow you to be worshipped as you are supposed to be. Their offerings, and then me laid out upon that altar, to be feasted upon, ride my cock just like this..."

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"My Wise one will attend to my needs in ways I have never asked another," she gasps. "The Great Lady will ask for her Skellig's presence," she purrs.

Kreyu is blissfully unaware of just how much of a political headache this will cause for her High Priest, as she has requested a specific one of her Wise only a handful of times and the competition to be chosen for one on one time with the Great Lady is quite fierce!

"Just your Wise one," he promises. "Your Wise one, your Skellig. Will work to earn my status as the one you have chosen as your desire."

Which given his hands exploring her body, his fingertips wandering beneath her shirt, he reaches for the spaces that he knows brings her the greatest pleasure. That involves kissing her, as his touch settles to cup her breasts, thumbs toying with her nipples.

"No need to earn it," she gasps. His hands, his kiss, his cock, it all feels so good. "Love you."

She's getting close now. "Will be fun though."

While she is close herself, he is likely closer, especially with the feeling of her body moving over his being somewhat intoxicating.

"Love you too," he breathes. "Very much. Very fun." A hard swallow catches him off-guard, along with a shudder."Very close. Don't... don't want to leave you wanting."

"You won't," she says, riding him. "Feels so good when you come for me," she breathes. And he can always 'finish' her with his hands or or his mouth if absolutely necessary.

"Look divine, when the pleasure washes over you."

Her comment about 'divinity' makes a flush spread across his skin - he has been called many things of that nature (both positive and negative) in his time Before, and perhaps that is a memory subconsciously coming to the surface. But if she is a Goddess, and he is her husband...

"Brings me so much pleasure," he growls softly. "Everything, everything you do..."

He feels the bands of tension in his gut coiling tighter and tighter, until he feels them start to slip as his climax hits him, a rush of energy and Light mixing with her Karma. He feels her body tighten around him, her fingers digging into his wings, teasing his feathers as she comes above him and finds her release.

The afterglow leaves her feeling a bit floaty, as she sprawls on top of him. "Hmm. So good." She kisses his neck. "Could nap again, before dinner?"

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