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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[27_53]

Skellig does not mind her being nude - after all, the first several weeks they spent in the village, she was dressed in just a kilt for most of their entire time there. And during most of the time in the Lair, they chose comfort above the rest of it.

Plus, while his focus is on food (for the most part), he does enjoy studying her form.

"Another advantage," he points out. "Now you can drink wine again."

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She laughs. "One of many."

"Can't properly appreciate the color of your eyes in that shape either," she remarks as she eats. "Your scent, yes, but color is quite different in that form."

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"I will have to allow you to gaze into them after dinner, make up for lost time."

Not that she NEEDS to spend every waking hour of every day they are together staring into his eyes. But it doesn't hurt to allow for a bit of catch-up now and then!

[brave_kreyu]

"I would quite like that," she replies, smiling.

"And to be close to you, touching." She wouldn't say no to sex, but she hungers for cuddling, for touching, more in this moment.

[27_53]

Skellig will likely not be in the mood to initiate sex until they have dropped Kirke and Xenophon off on their way to their next adventure, and they are truly alone...but touch and cuddling would definitely be appreciated. Especially more than waking up with her fur in his mouth.

"I am sure we can make arrangements for that." After another few bites and a drink of wine, he glances at her.

"I did not mean to offer your dragon form as a carry-all transport," he adds. "It just seemed safest. The energy of this city is...unwell."

[brave_kreyu]

"I do not mind," she says, smiling. "This city is unwell, not dying, but sick in spirit. I will feel better knowing they are somewhere safe before we head off on our own adventures."

"And the port will be a fine place to initiate our journey north."

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"I look forward to it," he says. "While I have enjoyed traveling with companions, I prefer when it is just you and I to adventure alone."

He sighs. "And no, I do not think it is dying either. It just needs help to heal. They may find it, eventually." And it doesn't have to be with their help, either. Some things have to find their own rhythm of growth and change.

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"So do I," she admits. "I think they will, in time."

She grins. "And Artemisia will be quite happy to see the 'talking moggy' again, I think. She might even have children by now."

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"It will be much easier to travel with you upon my shoulder with that leather pad," he says. "That was good fortune to stumble upon that seller. I don't mind your claws," he adds, laughing. "But Xenophon is right, I cut a fine figure with my faithful companion upon my shoulder."

He smirks.

"My fierce and faithful companion."

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She laughs, low. "None more faithful and few more fierce," she agrees.

She's almost finished with her meal, she must have been hungrier than she realized!

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Skellig is also nearly done. It doesn't take long for both of them to finish eating and get ready to retreat to the bed. He briefly considers bringing wine with them, but that would just be another thing to hold onto - and all he wants to hold right now is his wife!

"Bed?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Yes," she says, smiling, her energy eager.

They ease into bed, and she wraps herself around him almost immediately. "Missed this," she breathes against his skin.

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"You are quite a cuddler regardless of your form."

Skellig is certainly not complaining! He quite likes it when she wraps him up like this in her embrace.

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She chuckles. "I suppose I am," she allows. "But it feels so good, so RIGHT, with you. I can't bring myself to resist the urge."

She kisses his neck, soft and gentle. "My beloved Skellig."

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There is no hiding or denying the way that he melts under her words and her kisses against his neck.

"Yours, forever and always." He is so very happy in this moment, she will be able to sense the Light in his mood and energy. "You do not need to ever resist that urge."

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She lifts her head to look into his eyes, to admire their colors, their shape. Perhaps it is only because of how well she knows him, but she feels she can see his personality in them too.

"Then I will indulge myself at every opportunity," she teases. "Greedy dragon, and all that."

She could almost get lost in his eyes, so deep, so lovely! But his mouth is lovely too, and the urge to kiss him is growing...

[27_53]

He can sense the urge of want! that is radiating off of his greedy dragon, but he is not worried by it - to the contrary, he has missed the feeling of her mouth on his. And while he is rather tired at the moment - cross country travel is tiring for all parties involved, not just those acting as the mode of transport - he could do with a bit of time spent with her mouth locked with his.

"Would my greedy dragon indulge her soul mate with a few kisses?"

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"Would be happy to," she purrs. (Quite a different 'purr' than her cat shape!)

She kisses him, soft, slow, and sweet. Such bliss, wrapped around him like this, sharing kisses. Better than any liquor, any drug, this is!

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The purr is quite different, but one that he enjoys all the same! He returns her kisses with the same soft, slow, sweet intensity - allowing his lips to linger against hers, teasing gently with a bit of his tongue, a soft tug of her lower lip with his teeth now and again.

At some point when they break for a breath, he brings a hand up to stroke her face.

"How are you doing, energy wise? Enough to get us to the next port city? How long do you think that travel will take, with favorable conditions?"

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It takes a few moments after they break for air for her to be able to THINK clearly again. The way his lips linger, the way he teases with his tongue, tugs gently on her lower lip with his teeth, are all very pleasant but not helpful where thinking is concerned.

"I am doing quite well," she replies. "It will be no trouble to get us to the port city. With favorable conditions we may not even need to camp overnight, though it could be sunset when we land near the port."

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"Is there a place where we might seek shelter for the night, another inn such as this? We could make camp near the outskirts if it would suit us better to go looking for your acquaintance come daybreak," he offers. "Though I would rather not sleep on the ground more than needed."

He laughs, the sound low and faintly self-depreciating. "You seem to have spoiled me to the finer things," he teases as he leans in for another kiss. "Whining about sleeping on the ground..."

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"Plenty of inns in a seaport," she assures him. "And Artemesia was always up late during the time I was traveling with her, so I doubt that habit has changed much."

"I am glad to have spoiled you," she replies. She kisses him softly. "You deserve all the finer things in life."

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"You are leading me to believe that more and more each day that our lives are intertwined." He tells her honestly. "It is not something I ever felt strongly, Before, that I was deserving of such things. But you have changed that."

He allows his mouth to linger against hers a moment, slow, almost lazy kisses before he speaks again.

"I am grateful for the finest thing in my life," he adds. "You, my Kreyu."

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He can probably FEEL her pleasure, her satisfaction, that she has changed how he feels about deserving such things.

"And I am grateful for you, my love." She gives him slow, lazy kisses, runs her hands up and down his back. Her kisses are interspersed with words. "My treasure, my mate, my owl, my Skellig."

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Even in the dim light of their room, she will be able to see him blush a bit, heat rising to his cheeks and his ears.

"You flatter me," he mutters. "But I have learned to accept that as well, your praise."