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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Skellig does NOT laugh, wisely.

"You're kind of cute when you sulk," he comments playfully. "You do this thing with your mouth that just sorta makes me grin, as long as you at not truly hurt by whatever is happening..."

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"I do, hm?" she replies. "I have come to love all of your grins, so perhaps I will allow myself to sulk a bit, should the circumstances call for it."

"Ah, the stones are hot enough to put water on, for the steam."

She does just that, steam pouring off of the rocks as she ladles water onto them.

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The sensation of steam filtering over his skin and his feathers is an interesting one as it rises from the hot rocks and fills the space of the sauna. His wings rustle involuntarily, as he watches the trails rise from the hot stones.

"It is...hydrating, for the skin." He comments.

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"Most likely," she agrees. "And we'll sweat more." She's already flushing from the heat as her blood vessels dilate.

"Almost finished with this wing." She's crouching down now to get to the tips of wings.

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This is a an interesting and strange custom for certain - making yourself sweat on purpose? Skellig has questions, but he will have to learn more about these people and their habits to answer them.

"Your fingers are swift, they feel good against my skin as you work them." He stretches the wing she is finishing up, adjusting its position against his body - showing it off slightly. (Yes she is the only one watching, but he knows she likes the view.)

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Kreyu isn't sure about their reasoning either!

She's pleased at his praise, he can feel it. She stands as she finishes the wing, runs her fingers delicately over his shoulder on that side.

"Should I start on the other side now?"

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Instinctively, Skellig tips his head towards the shoulder she is touching, silently asking for her fingers to tease through his hair - after all, it's right there and she knows how much pleasure it brings him when her fingers trace patterns on his scalp!

"Whenever you feel like it," he says. "I do not mind if you need to rest your hands a moment."

Not that preening him takes that much effort, especially when he is in relatively decent shape.

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She does run her fingers through his hair at his unspoken request.

"I think I might need to step out for a moment," she says, realizing just how MUCH she's sweating. "Cool off a bit before I go back in. That's how it's supposed to work, I was told."

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Skellig's core body temperature is also a little bit higher than the 'standard' for normal human beings, but he is not sweating as much as she is - not yet, anyway. Though the steam has caused his feathers to stick together just slightly.

"Interesting," he muses. "I will step out with you, then."

As he rises up, he leans in and presses a kiss to her forehead, before offering her his hand.

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There is a flare of delight from Kreyu at his kiss and offered hand.

She takes it, leads him back into their room. The comparative coolness is almost shocking.

She huffs in annoyance at his feathers sticking together, works with her fingers to try and get them unstuck automatically.

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Flaring his wing out, he shakes it lightly to get the feathers to free themselves - with her help and the downward shift in humidity in their much-drier room - it does not take that much effort to get them unstuck.

(Not-so-secretly, he enjoys watching her work her hands through them, even if she is mildly annoyed. Her faint 'glare' and huffs are somewhat adorable, though he won't admit it out loud.)

"I can see why they consider it cleansing," he says. "Do we wipe ourselves down again, before we go in? Or just take a break?"

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"It would probably cool us down faster, washing off with the water," she muses. "And I would never object to the chance to get my hands on you," she teases.

She's sure she's ridiculously flushed and sweating and probably looks a MESS right now. All....frizzy.

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Her skin flushed and sweat, her hair wild in 'frizzy' curls, her body in front of him on full display for him to gaze upon? She may think she is a mess, but Skellig thinks otherwise.

She is hot. And not just literally.

His gaze as he looks her over is definitely not a chaste one. "I will not object your hands on me," he murmurs, voice low. "Might cause a bit of...excitement, though."

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She chuckles softly at his comment. "Even after our activities earlier and the mess I must look right now?"

Still, she dips a cloth in water, wrings it out. "If you get excited, I won't mind at all." She wipes his face gently with the cloth. Surely from the top down makes the most sense?

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"I do not mind you looking like a 'mess'," he counters. "Honestly, this..." He motions with his hand up and down her body. "Is quite appealing. It is you in your true form, nothing to hide. And you are beautiful."

He smiles as she wipes the cloth over his face.

"I will not get that excited," he adds, voice wry. "But I may not be able to resist stealing a kiss or touch."

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"You are quite biased my dear, but I enjoy your praise." She kisses him softly on the forehead.

She starts to work on his neck and his shoulders. "Wouldn't mind you stealing kisses or touches," she says, grinning slightly. "I quite enjoy them, after all."

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"In that case," he brings his hands up to her waist, spreading his fingers slightly to tease as he smooths them across her skin. "I will continue to praise you, with both words and attention."

He smiles gently. "You did not shy away from me when I stumbled across your path in the desert, and I am certain I looked quite the mess then."

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His teasing touch makes her skin shiver, makes the tiniest curl of want start to rise in her gut.

She works on his arms, gentle. "No one would look their best after being lost in the desert," she says. "I was too worried about your well being to focus much on your appearance at first."

She's flustered a bit, as she recalls how she felt. "I wanted you, when you were removing your clothes. Though I would never have asked then, it would have been wrong, to take advantage of you in that state."

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"I was quite disoriented," he agrees. "And not truly in my right mind. None of the energy felt right, the lines had been torn and I had no clue of where I was or how I got there..."

And then she rescued him, brought him to safety, gave him shelter and aided in his recovery.

"I was incredibly lucky to have you find me," he says. "And to be treated with respect and dignity as you did in those first hours."

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Kreyu still feels a bit flustered, which is ridiculous. "I only did what anyone ought to have done," she replies.

She dips the rag in water again, wrings it out. She knows, of course, that people DON'T always do as the ought to; she's not THAT innocent as to the nature of humankind.

She takes the cloth, wipes his collarbones. "I was lucky too, finding you. Someone else might have taken advantage of my kindness." Or tried too, at least. Kreyu IS a dragon, after all, far stronger than the normal human woman she often appears to be.

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"I think in many ways we were both lucky."

The feeling of the cool cloth against his collarbones causes him to pull in a soft breath as a shiver runs down his spine.

"And in some ways, perhaps also lucky were those who might have tried to cross you with ill-intent," he adds. "We make quite a good team, for handling those who are less than savory."

He has heard the words spoken by other men about women (women who were far-less physically attractive than Kreyu!) in the dockyards and the city squares, the comments about what they would like to do with them if given the chance. And he has seen the way that men have looked at her, the leering from street rats, pirates and rogues that they have fought off.

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His soft breath, his shiver, please her, he can feel it. She is careful as she wipes the sweat off of his chest.

Kreyu's chuckle when he speaks about those with ill-intent being lucky not to cross her has a hint of the predator in it. "Indeed, they would have found a predator and not prey." Her grin turns wicked. "Some DID, before your arrival."

"We are a fine team for dealing with those less savory, fierce, worthy of legend.," She shifts around to his back, to those places not covered by feathers.

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As she moves to work the damp towel over his skin on his back, he stretches his wings out to move them out of her way.

"And they got what they deserved, and rightfully so."

Smugly, he laughs a little bit. "Fierce and worthy of legend. I like that."

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"They did indeed, and that was how the amulet I gave you the day we met came into my possession."

She starts cleaning off all of his 'back' side. Back, buttocks, legs.

"I am glad you like the sound of it, my love, but it is just the truth." She kneels easily to reach those parts of Skellig lower to the ground.

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Skellig is impressed - his amulet is a 'trophy' of sorts, that she has entrusted to him, after winning it in 'battle' against her own adversary. That is a bit of a turn-on, even if the function of the amulet is to hide his wings.

As she wipes down the back of his thighs and his calf muscles, he works his throat, willing himself to behave.

"A truth I am proud of," he says. "I hold it with honor in my spirit."