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

"Thank you, love," she says, entirely sincere. What, no one likes it when their knees hurt, surely?

She settles the cushion under her knees, gets herself comfortable. She doesn't immediately put her mouth on Skellig, however.

She smiles up at him, eyes warm with love and darkening with desire. She rubs his thighs gently, almost soothing. "Such a wonder you are, here under my hands, in my heart." She kisses his thighs, light, not lingering too long in any one place.

"My Skellig, my beloved husband, my mate."

She will be able to sense his body relaxing under her touch - most of his body relaxing, at least, though some of it is definitely doing the complete opposite - and his energy shifting to one she is familiar with. Love, desire, content, want. All of those things and more.

Words are difficult, so he responds with glances, touches, bringing one of his hands up to place it over her hand as she rubs her fingers slowly over his thigh.

"Your mate," he echoes quietly. "Forever yours."

So sweet, Skellig is, even when he does not speak. One day, maybe she will believe she is worthy of all she has been given. Her worship as a goddess, the vast depths of devotion from her husband, seem more than she is worthy of.

"Going to kneel before you in my temple, in THAT dress. Give you the fantasy we talked about after my appearance in the capital city."

She licks his thigh, one long slow line from his knee up.

That earns her a groan of pleasure and he allows a bit more of his weight to sink against the bed, flexing his feet against the floor as he steadies his stance, eyes going dark as that image reenters his mind.

"That...that is quite the fantasy I have kept hidden away," he admits playfully. "To have it become a reality will be...most thrilling."

He lightly bites his lower lip, watching her as she works her tongue over his skin. "And that dress...yes, that dress."

"Will be thrilling for me too," she admits, tone playful. "Going to enjoy spending that much time in my temple, for once," she purrs. She's teasing his hip bones with her tongue now, rubbing his thighs.

She gives his cock the lightest flick of her tongue, just to see how he reacts. "Going to make you feel so good, love."

"Already are," he comments.

His stomach muscles twitch and he pulls in a quick breath as her tongue flicks against him, his eyes narrowing. That is a teasing move on her part, and one he knows she did on purpose.

"Just from touching me, already are making me feel so good. Want you to keep doing that, please."

Her hands stroke his hips, his thighs, his ass, while her mouth teases his cock. She kisses all over the head of his cock, lips lingering longer on the places that are most sensitive. Then, her tongue, licking, rubbing, seeking out all the places that he likes the most.

With that much attention and focus being placed on his cock, his ability to speak falters quickly and he is reduced to a combination of delighted groans and moans as she works her lips and tongue over him, teases his skin with her fingertips.

He brings a hand up from his thigh to lightly thread his fingers into her hair (that wild, 'frizzy' mane of hers) and encourages her, coaxes her movements by stroking her scalp with his fingertips, using touch to tell her what he likes the most.

(Everything is wonderful and all of it is mind-blowing, so his 'guidance' isn't really required.)

It all feels wonderful to her too: his fingertips on her scalp, his cock under her lips and tongue, his skin under her hands.

And his pleasure, the sounds he makes, intoxicating!

As his pleasure builds, she takes the head of his cock in her mouth to both change the pleasure she's giving him and cut down on any potential...mess. Licking, sucking, moaning, stroking his shaft with one hand, all combine to give him pleasure.

This is not their 'usual' way of finding pleasure (but then again, neither was their earlier afternoon's escapade of having sex in a tree) but it is certainly working, as she coaxes him closer and closer to his release.

It is a slow buildup, much more relaxed and sedate, but just as enjoyable. He feels the pressure building low in his abdomen, squirms slightly against the bed - he doesn't want to hit his release so soon, but his stamina is already taxed from earlier, so it will not take long. Not with her mouth on him, her hands on him and her moans sending vibrations through his core.

"Kre-Kreyu," is all the 'warning' he manages to gasp quietly, as he feels his control slip and he comes with another soft groan, fingers tightening slightly in her hair as he lets go of the rest.

She keeps working him through his release, sucking him 'clean', then wiping him off with one of the still damp rags.

She's pleased at his pleasure and slightly smug that she can affect him so. However, she's now added 'aroused' to her problems of 'flushed', 'frizzy', and 'sweaty'.

She has every right (and then some) to be smug and pleased in regards to his pleasure - she is the only one who can make him feel this good, the only one he wants to make him feel this good.

Once she's finished, and he's caught his breath, he shifts his position slightly on the bed and coaxes her up to her feet.

And then his smile turns to a smirk and he gently 'flips' their positions, pouncing on her so that she is leaned back against the bed, and it is him that is positioned between her legs.

"Your turn."

She laughs, delighted, when he pounces. "I'm going to be all salty with sweat," she 'warns' him. "Though at least I've broken the pillow in for you already." He should be careful of his poor knees!

She shivers a bit with anticipation, looking down at him. She can imagine a great many things he could do from that position that she'd quite enjoy!

"Don't mind a little salt," Skellig drawls playfully as he leans down and presses his lips to her belly, kisses as light as a feather. "And I appreciate the help with the pillow."

He allows his touches to linger, tracing his fingertips up the inside of her calves. "You always think of the little things."

Her skin jumps under his kisses, under his fingertips tracing up the inside of her calves. So light, and yet they are winding the heat in her gut tighter.

She touches his hair, lightly runs her fingers through it. Her voice drops lower, slightly husky. "I try," she drawls playfully. "Especially as they relate to you, my love."

He laughs - that laugh, the one that is privately hers - and presses his lips to her hipbones, the tops of her thighs.

"You do a good job," he says, praising her. He can sense the shift in her energy, her arousal growing brighter as he peppers his way across her skin with kisses. "Especially love your fingers like that in my hair."

Oh, she loves that laugh, loves his praise!

"I quite enjoy having my fingers in your hair." She runs her fingers through it. "Could spend entirely too many hours getting nothing else done."

"Kisses feel so good," she tells him. "Not likely to keep my feet the whole time, even with the bed," she estimates. "You're likely to be taking at least some of my body weight, one way or another." Probably one of her legs over his shoulder.

"Can hold as much of you as I need to," he says, matter of fact. "Even without aid from my abilities."

And to encourage that, he slips his fingers between her legs while he works his mouth over her hip, lowering his voice to a husky whisper as he starts to tease her clit with his fingertips. "What else do you enjoy from me, my love?"

She moans as he teases her clit, spreads her legs a bit for easier access. "Everything," she says, voice breathy. "Your fingers and your kisses on my clit or exploring between my legs. Your fingers and your tongue teasing my cunt, fucking me."

"The way you look at me, speak to me, hold me close. The way you LOVE me."

"The strongest force that drives my soul is my love for you, and the way you love me," he says. "Your passion when you look into my eyes, the way our connection is so strong...all of that is what feeds my energy, gives me my greatest strength."

He tips his head towards her hands, as her fingers tease at his hair (and subconsciously coax him closer) and her breath quickens in her lungs.

"Going to taste you, tease you, bring you all kinds of pleasure."

"You make me stronger too, my heart," she tells him. "No better mate for me could there be than you."

Her fingers tug at his hair a little more firmly and she laughs breathlessly. "Looking forward to it."

"You keep goin' at my hair like that, we might both find ourselves breathless and our desires fulfilled," he teases, a hint of a growl in his voice. "Enjoy being 'guided' by your hands."

He is a faithful mate who can take direction!

His mouth wanders to her inner thigh, his hands guiding one of her legs over his shoulder as he ducks his head to tease her with his mouth.

That growl in his voice, the one he has just for her, spurs her desire higher. "Wouldn't mind that," she teases back.

She moans in pleasure at his mouth on her inner thigh. "Your mouth feels so good," she tells him, voice rough and breathy with arousal. "Knowing that you want to taste me, that you enjoy it, is quite the turn on."

"I enjoy it very much," he admits - though there is no shame in his voice, just desire, pleasure and lust creeping in around the edges of his words. "And knowing that it turns you on does the same for me..."

Which, there is plenty of teasing and talking he could continue to do. But actions speak louder than words.

So he focuses his attention onto her arousal, allowing his mouth to busy itself with pleasuring her in other ways than speech.

"Yes!" she gasps as his mouth teases her arousal. "So good, please." It won't be long at all before the one leg that is touching the ground is very shaky indeed, before he needs to hold her upright. (Or lay her down on the bed, whichever he would prefer.)

Edited 2024-10-05 01:13 (UTC)

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