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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[brave_kreyu]

"I'm beginning to think you like it when I leave you breathless, gasping," she says, breathing hard.

She licks her lips, eyes dark. "I've been thinking about all kinds of ways to leave you breathless, gasping, panting for more."

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"Reminds me of that night on the beach," he pants. "When you took my breath away, thought I was seeing stars 'cause I was gonna pass out, but it wasn't... wasn't that. Was seeing different...different stars. Ones I'd never seen before."

His hands are shaking a little, knees already weak, but he's determined to hold her here until she either takes control or he goes down.

"What... what would you do with me?"

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles softly at his mention of that night on the beach. His shaking hands, his weak knees, prompt her to take control.

"So many things, Skellig. Can hardly decide." She picks him up in a bridal carry, strong and steady as she carries him to the bed.

"So many ways to please one another at our disposal, but I want to claim my mate."

[27_53]

There is a oh so very brief moment when she picks him up that he considers protesting - but he also knows better than to argue with her, especially when she's got hold of him like this.

"Once again... it is the dragon who rescues her valiant knight," he quips playfully, leaning up to press kisses to her jawline as she brings him to the bed and lays him down. He moves his body to the center of it, spreads his wings out beneath him in his best 'come hither' pose.

"He would do whatever his mate desires to ensure her claim is well-staked."

[brave_kreyu]

She would always listen to his protests, ALWAYS.

She makes a pleased hum at his quip and his kisses to her jawline. "Her valiant knight who so graciously satisfies her appetites," she quips back.

His 'come hither' pose works very well indeed. She crawls onto the bed after him never looking away once. "Such a sweet temptation you make, sprawled like that," she speaks, voice low and rough.

She's on her hands and knees over him, mouthing his neck, 'nipping' him ever so lightly on the throat.

[27_53]

The mouthing and nipping of his throat earns her a soft groan of pleasure in response - he is careful to keep relatively quiet as he is not quite sure yet of just how soundproof these walls are in this establishment - and he brings his hands up to hover just below her breasts, fingertips barely grazing her skin.

"Am I allowed to touch, love?"

Because he wants to, very much so...

[brave_kreyu]

He can feel her pleasure when he makes that soft groan. "Touch as much as you please, love," she tells him.

"And you can be as loud as you like," she adds, a wicked grin on her face. "The wards will muffle things."

She teases all over his neck, licks, little nips, kisses. "Feel like I could pleasure you for hours," she whispers in his ear.

[27_53]

"Wouldn't object to you doing that," he growls playfully. "The sun has only just set below the horizon, and the evening is still quite young...especially for this establishment's clients."

With permission granted, he raises his hands up higher to cup her breasts in his palms, eagerly massaging them - wanting to coax the same pleasured sounds from her that she is getting out of him with those nips and kisses.

[brave_kreyu]

"Very true," she purrs. "And your pleasure is more intoxicating than wine."

She moans as he cups her breasts, massages them. "Oh, yes. That feels good."

She rests her lower body against his, rocks her hips a bit. "Shall we see how hard you get just from my hips and what my mouth is doing to the rest of you?" she teases.

[27_53]

That earns her another gasp and a louder groan, as well as a shaking nod of his head. "Yes, please." He squirms slightly against the bed beneath her, which only creates more friction.

He works his throat.

"Was very tempted to have you use those beautiful hands of yours on my cock while we were back there behind those crates," he mutters. "I had enough of a buffer around us that nobody would have interrupted..."

[brave_kreyu]

Lovely, lovely, friction. She works her way across his collarbones with her mouth, slow and teasing.

"Would have been lovely," she purrs. "Like the way you feel under my hands." She grins at him between kisses of his chest. "When you were thinking of that, I was thinking of having you close your eyes and imagine me in that beaded dress. Then, when you'd pulled your chiton aside, I'd kneel on those bags of grain, take your cock in my mouth."

[27_53]

His heartrate increases as she kisses his chest, surging to a rapid pace much like it did earlier when Ajax had leaned in closer and proposed a tryst between the three of them.

"You know that dress is one of my weaknesses," he laughs. "Which is exactly why you'd suggest it, get me raging hard before you wrapped your lips around my cock."

Totally cheating. And at the same time...he would not care one single bit.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs with him. "Of course, your wife is a cunning dragon."

Her hips are still rocking gently, rubbing against him. "Another idea for later, perhaps."

She moans as his touch sends sparks of pleasure through her body. "Tonight, I want to ride your cock until you come inside of me."

[27_53]

That mental image causes him to whimper with pleasure, earns her another gasp from him.

"The most cunning dragon," he praises her. "With the most wonderful touches. Oh yes, please my love, yes. More of that."

He responds to her hips rocking gently by arching his body beneath hers, grinding a little to increase the contact and the friction.

[brave_kreyu]

His praise makes her heart flutter. She has such a sweet husband.

She decides she doesn't care WHERE the cleaning staff think all of the feathers came from in the morning, and manifests her wings with a snap and a rush of displaced air. She flexes them forward to support her upper body weight so she can touch him too.

Her mouth and her hands are all over his chest, his arms, the top of his abdomen. Caressing, kissing, rubbing, seeking out sensitive places.

She chuckles when his body arches, when he grinds against her, wanting more. "I'll give you more, gladly," she purrs. Rocks her hips a little faster, harder, shifts her position just slightly so he's teasing just the edges of the sensitive places between her legs.

[27_53]

The cleaning staff of this establishment have probably dealt with 'messes' consisting of things that are much, much worse than feathers - they may have questions, but they are also well-trained to mind their business.

And she told him that he could be louder, so he is. He does not shout (not yet) but with her mouth and hands added to the mix of touches and friction already between their bodies, it all feels so very good.

"Want all of it," he groans quietly. "Like, like having you close to me. S'cute when you're perched on my shoulder, my talking moggy," he says. "But your hands...hands are good. Your hands are good, touches and kisses..."

[brave_kreyu]

She likes his rambling, even if she's never said as much. It's SKELLIG, unfiltered, not curated for her to hear.

Her fingers stroke, tease his arms, linger over the tattoo. "Liked being on your shoulder, but hands are better."

She kisses his sternum, slow and lingering, rocks her hips. Her hands stroke his belly as she rubs and rocks with her hips. "Hands to touch, to tease, to explore your body. Hands to make you ache with want, hard for me."

She moans in pleasure "Friction is so good, but makes it tricky to touch you where I want to."

"Would you like to taste me, darling? Should I ride your lovely face while I'm looking at your cock, put my hands and my mouth on you while you're getting my cunt so very wet?"

[27_53]

There is a connection point between them with that tattoo on his arm, and as she traces it with her fingers it is enough to trigger and send a ripple of sparks up and down his spine.

"Would love to taste you," he replies, voice eager and willing. "Could practice some of the positions from the art on these walls, pleasure each other in unison..."

(Which is indeed what she is proposing they do.)

As a thought strikes him, he laughs, the sound husky and low. "Did not think this would be the FIRST stop on our journey... but I am not complaining."

[brave_kreyu]

"Perhaps the art is inspiring me," she teases. She starts to shift her position, is moving when she hears him laugh. THAT laugh, low and husky, makes her desire stir and her heart warm.

"Love it when you laugh like that," she tells him, her own voice husky. Getting into position is trickier than it looks, so he has time to respond before she settles her cunt over his mouth.

When she has settled into position on his mouth, she reaches toward his cock, strokes it with both of her hands, slow and lingering. "Bet that feels good," she purrs.

[27_53]

"You are the only one that can make me laugh that way," he replies, keeping his voice low as he runs his palms up the back of her thighs. "That laugh is yours, and yours alone."

Once she is settled over him and has her hands on his cock, his ability to 'respond' is limited as his mouth is otherwise...occupied. So instead of words to say yes, so very good she is rewarded with a gentle moan and the flick of his tongue against her, teasing and tempting her with the hint of more.

[brave_kreyu]

There is a surge of Light, pride, and joy from her when he says that she's the only one who can make him laugh that way. That that laugh is HERS, that it is a part of him only she gets to see, is a thrill.

She moans, low, as he teases her. It feels so good! She echoes his actions against his cock, a gentle flick of her tongue. "So good, want more," she gasps, rocks her body a little against his face.

[27_53]

In a sense, he is mimicking what she is doing to him, her responses to his touches work to inspire his next actions, the movements of his lips and tongue against her cunt. It is a way for her guide him, tell him what she finds most pleasurable, tell him what she desires him to do to her.

And when she rocks her body against him, he responds in kind by running his fingertips over the bare skin of her legs, tracing patterns on her calf muscles, letting his nails lightly graze her thighs. Any way that he can add stimulation, add pleasure, he is going to do it. Lips, tongue, fingers, voice - all of it.

[brave_kreyu]

"Yes, oh yes," she moans as his hands move over her body, as he increases his stimulation.

She takes the head of his cock in her mouth, sucks, licks, moans around him. She's substantially less...coordinated and consistent in her efforts than she is when he ISN'T pleasuring her at the same time. Bit taxing on the old brain when he's being so very pleasurably distracting!

[27_53]

Regardless of just how coordinated or consistent her efforts are at the moment, they are still quite pleasurable and enjoyable on his end - and given her moaning around his cock, she is enjoying his efforts quite a bit as well. They also are not quite up to their usual 'standard', as it is difficult to focus on finding all those exact places that drive her wild when she has her lips around his cock and her tongue teasing him, causing his heart to jackhammer wildly in his chest.

At some point he has to catch his breath, panting softly as he pulls in oxygen to his lungs.

"Not sure if it's just 'cause it's been...few extra days...or what," he mutters. "But everything you, you're doing...feels really...really good." Which will be evidenced by the way he can hardly keep still beneath her, and how he twitches and groans as she sucks on him.

[brave_kreyu]

She has to take a breathing break too. "Likewise," she pants. "So good. Hard, hard to concentrate."

"Wanted, wanted to come on your cock." Her thighs are trembling. "But, your mouth is so good. And the way you twitch and groan when I've got your cock in my mouth is..."

She shivers. "Feel powerful, irresistible."