OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 10

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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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"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."

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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."

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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."

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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.

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"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?"

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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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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.)

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Skellig most definitely is going to cheat at some point in the very near future - it would not be romantic or pleasurable in any way if he were to drop her on the ground - and use his abilities to move them up into the bed in a much more dignified and comfortable position.

Once they are settled, he can work at REALLY showing her how good she makes him feel, how much he desires her.

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Skellig does very good work! The pleasure winds tighter and tighter until it snaps and the orgasm washes over her.

She's panting, trembling a little as she comes down. Words aren't cooperating yet, but she would like to cuddle with him.

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Words are not truly necessary in this situation, as he can somewhat sense her 'want' by the way her body instinctively seeks contact and touch. And after an orgasm like that, he wouldn't be able to talk either!

He's only slightly smug as he crawls his way back up the bed, pulling the blanket with him to drape over their bodies once he's got her cuddled appropriately to his chest.

"Lovely, as always," he praises her.

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She chuckles at his praise. "Likewise." She snuggles into him before drifting off for the night.

Once they have procured their equipment, they fly farther north toward a castle where a sorcerer with an army of monsters is rumored to lair.

It doesn't look much like a castle in the way Skellig probably thinks of them when they see it in the early morning light. There is a high wall of stone around it, but the building itself is as much wood as stone, giving it more of a fortified wilderness lodge vibe.

There are splashes of blood in colors humans don't bleed splattered here and there on the rocks and trees as they approach, echoes of past violence, but the place seems quite calm currently. Skellig is the first to pick up the sound of someone whistling a tune and the sound of an axe swinging, chopping wood.

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"I hear someone," Skellig comments. "Using a blade, though it is not for violence in this case."

The oddly-colored splashes of (mostly) dried blood on the rocks and trees gives him a slight reason to be concerned, but since she does not seem worried about it, he keeps his thoughts to himself for the time being. "I do not sense much of an 'army' about, but they could be hidden from my senses somehow."

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"Could be. Or the army was a lie," Kreyu murmurs. They approach the 'castle' down the dirt track, still hearing only that one person chopping wood.

As they draw closer, the person chopping wood comes into sight. He's a BIG man, more than six feet tall, a giant by the standards of this era! He's more than half that length across the shoulders, powerfully built. He's shirtless, despite the chill of the morning, as he chops wood. This is not the build of a Hollywood action star, but the build you get when you do hard labor and fighting for a living. He's not as pale in complexion as Skellig is with his current tan, but he's closer in skin tone than anyone they've met thus far. His brown curls are cropped close, slightly damp with sweat.

There is vast power in him, equal to Kreyu's, although he 'feels' of earth, the strength and endurance of mountains.

Kreyu smiles when she recognizes who it is. "Hello, Koshchei!" she calls.

Koshchei stops chopping, grins broadly in welcome. "Hello, Kreyu! You missed good party last night!"

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Hanging back (but at the same time, he does not act submissive - if anything, his position as they walk is that of 'defense', keeping guard behind them) as they approach, Skellig is struck a bit at just how...big...Koshchei is.

Clearly, he has been laboring and fighting for quite some time!

However, he does not puff himself up or try to appear bigger himself - while he might be built much leaner than this man, he is still solid, and still quite able to defend himself (and his mate) if needed.

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"Is that why you are out here chopping wood?"

He grunts an affirmative. "Everyone else hung over, or too worn out from festivities after I deal with sorcerer," Koshchei explains.

Kreyu reaches for Skellig's hand, takes a hold of it. "Is anyone hurt? My husband Skellig is a very talented healer, even more than I am." She's so very proud of Skellig, so happy that he is her husband.

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Without even thinking, his fingers shift and automatically interlock with hers - she will be able to feel the faint surge of pride when she speaks of him so highly.

"I would absolutely be willing to lend my assistance if it is needed," Skellig says, with a firm nod. "It would be the least I could do."

He could chop wood, but he would likely be much less efficient than Koshchei.

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Koshchei is a bit surprised to hear Kreyu call him her HUSBAND, but doesn't comment on it, and his smile to Skellig is friendly. "Thank you," he begins, sincere. "No one hurt, not in the body." He scowls. "Sorcerer use MY identity," he growls. There is a rumble like tectonic plates grinding together, the 'dragon' leaking through because he is angry. "Use to gain trust not earned, do much harm, kidnap princesses."

Kreyu frowns too, clearly angry as well. For beings like dragons, one's reputation, one's good name, is VERY important. Most supernatural beings only know one another by reputation, and it is far easier in this age for someone to steal that reputation and use it for themselves. "You will be fixing the damage he has done for decades, at best," she comments. "I'm sorry, Koshchei, that is a dreadful mess."

Koshchei nods. "They hurt in spirit though, he keep them trapped here to look at them, to HAVE, like birds in cages." His voice sinks to that rumbling of stone again with his anger.

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"The princesses...are they still here?"

The idea of them being trapped in cages and mentally harmed, traumatized...Skellig does NOT like that, not at all. And while his abilities to heal are typically more limited to the physical aspect of things, he might be able to help soothe some invisible wounds if given the opportunity.

(And if it would not cause more trauma or concern.)

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Kreyu does not like that thought either, squeezes his hand.

"They are here," Koshchei replies. "Most worried about Ludmilla," he says, voice softening. "Sorcerer fight Sasha, man she love, when he try to protect her. Close to nine moons since she saw him last, and she is getting very...big," he explains. Koshchei is a bit vague on human reproduction after the sex bits are over.

"I might be able to help with that," she tells Koshchei, smiling. "I have been training to deal with such things. Is Sasha alive?"

Koshchei shrugs. "Could be, was still breathing when she taken, but badly hurt."

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"Then we would go to them, if you would allow it."

His focus is already shifting to concentrate his Light where he might need it most, how he can redirect his own reserves to aid others - pieces working in the background of his mind as he follows along with Kreyu and Koshchei.