brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 11

They are camped in the woods not too terribly far from a road.

Sometime early in the morning, Skellig hears a horse drawn wagon accompanied by men going down the road. He hears a wheel come off the wagon, hears the guards curse, hears wings the size of his own slam against wooden bars.

The wave of despair from the winged one is almost palpable.

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"Many," Kreyu whispers in his ear, running her hands over his revealed skin, teasing into his feathers. "Many wanted you, or both of us. Heard a few of them gossiping with each other, when you went to get some cider for us."

She licks his neck, slow and teasing. "One wanted you to take her from behind, fill her with your cock, while she devoured me with her mouth between my thighs."

Her voice is low and husky in his ear. "Shall I claim you after you've had your way with me, love, or before?"

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Even though he would never consider taking another woman - or would he want to see another woman take HIS wife in such a manner - the image that is painted by those words is similar to many of the murals and mosaics they have seen on their travels in some of the establishments they've stayed at, and there's a primal part of his brain that can't ignore the fact that the image is a turn-on.

"Probably better if I claim you first," he growls softly. "It's been long enough since I've had you that I likely won't last that long for the first round, anyways. And then you can work me up in to a frenzy before you pounce."

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There's a primal part of Kreyu's brain that finds the mental image a turn on too, even though she has no desire to see him actually take another woman or to lay with anyone other than Skellig!

His growl makes more heat coil in her gut, makes her shiver. She's pressed against him, her breast band the only thing between them now above the waist. "Please claim me, Skellig," she growls in his ear. "Need you."

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Skellig does not need to be asked (or commanded) a second time, and the way that he moves to kiss her, to wrap his hands around her body and sweep her up into his arms - carrying her the short distance to their nest of pillows and cushions - it is unmistakable that his mind has shifted to just that: claiming her.

"My Kreyu," he says firmly as he 'pounces' on her, pinning her body beneath his weight, his mouth on hers in a show of dominance that she doesn't get often from him.

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She laughs, the sound low, husky, and delighted when he sweeps her up into his arms.

"Yours," she says, voice firm as she's 'pounced', pinned beneath his weight. She lets him dominate the kiss, but its very clear that she wants this, wants him, in her body and her emotions! Her hands are in his wing feathers, teasing a little.

In HER opinion, it has been entirely too long since they've had the chance to lay claim to one another in this way!

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He knows that she is well aware of what that does to him, the way she touches and teases his feathers - and he is also pretty sure that she does it on purpose, just to make him groan and shiver with each touch.

He also will not make any effort to stop her. In fact, he flares his wings a bit, encouraging more of it.

"S'wise that you warded the tent," he praises her, dropping his mouth to her neck, sucking gently at her skin as his fingers work to remove the breast band, give him freedom to explore all of her upper body.

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Very much on purpose, yes, as she enjoys his reactions. When he flares his wings, she digs her fingers in more,

She moans in pleasure as he sucks at her skin. "Knew I'd be noisy tonight," she gasps. He won't have any trouble getting the breast band off, which means her breasts will be available for him to explore and tease as he pleases.

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"Enjoy it when you're noisy," he 'admits' with absolutely zero shame or regret in his tone. "Makes my heart beat hard in my chest, the way you cry out when I touch and tease you."

Once he has her upper body naked, he shifts his attention lower - keeping his lips on her throat and the curve of her shoulder, but his hands and his fingertips move to her breasts, kneading and teasing in the ways he knows she enjoys.

(Which to be fair - she enjoys all of his touches.)

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She DOES enjoy all his touches, very much. The noises she makes as his lips work on her throat and the curve of her shoulder and his hands and fingertips knead and tease her breasts are whimpers and gasps of pleasure.

"Oh, oh Skellig," she moans as his thumb brushes a nipple. "So good." She writhes a little under him, still 'pinned' by his weight. Her fingers are seeking pleasurable places in his wings, though she's a bit distracted by her own pleasure.

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Skellig does not mind the current focus resting on HER pleasure - in fact he is actively encouraging it - because he knows that when it is HIM laid out beneath her, she will send his mind into overdrive and be plenty distracting on her own.

"Been too long since I've been able to taste your skin like this," he mutters softly as he works at a patch of her flesh beneath her collarbone, one that makes her moan and arch her body towards him as he sucks and teases lightly with the barest hint of his teeth. "Hidden away from the cold, now it's mine for the taking once again."

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"Yes," she agrees. "Want, want more. Don't care if, if it leaves a mark." Different weather and clothing means such a thing would be easy enough to hide, unlike back home!

"Taste me," she gasps.

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The way she asks him - practically begs him - to taste her sends a sharp bolt of lightning down his spine and he shudders hard. It is definitely a command of hers that he will obey!

Letting his mouth focus on that sensitive patch of skin, he licks, sucks, and nips at her flesh - not sharp enough to draw blood, but firmly enough to cause a mark to blossom beneath the skin. Her moans encourage him; so when he finishes with one side, he allows her just a few seconds to catch her breath before he ducks his head and begins to work on the opposite side.

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She can feel the mark blossoming beneath her skin, but his mouth feels so good she doesn't care. There is even a bit of a thrill in his hungering so for her that he's leaving signs of his passion behind.

"Mhm, yes," she gasps. "Yours, your wife." She's writhing under him again, pressing her body toward his.

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There is something different, something deeper about your wife than the other things she is to him - yes she is his mate, his dragon, his lover - but wife is a different sort of bond. One they have chosen, one they could break at any time but they will not.

He grins happily against her skin as he leaves a matching mark, then shifts his body to lightly straddle one of her legs, pressing his groin against her thigh as he works his hand to her hip, teasing the waistband on her pants as he rocks lightly against her.

"Already got me wanting you," he whispers against her neck, tone playful and a little rough. "Want to just pounce you and take you, but I think I'll taste you first..."

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"Can feel how much you want me," she gasps. Especially if he's going to rock against her, tease her by pressing his groin against her thigh!

She shivers with want when he mentions tasting her first, moans in pleasure at the thought. "Please," she asks, voice rough.

The pants will need to come off, whatever he wants to do. But with his healed fingers the lacing shouldn't give him any trouble.

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"You cannot imagine the daydreams I have had as we walked through the woods to travel here," Skellig murmurs, sliding his hand around to cup her ass and pull her hips up into his body. "Having to hike behind you, your hips swaying in front of mine? Had half a mind to ask Tyr to go hunt..."

He leans down and nips at her throat.

"...wait until he was out of earshot, then grab hold of you and take you up against a tree."

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Kreyu gasps delightedly at his hand on her ass and being pulled up into his body. "Lovely daydream," she replies, voice rough. "Would have had you, gladly."

"Not the only one with daydreams," she confesses. "Thought many times about using those moments when Tyr was away to unlace your pants, then lick and suck on your cock until you came for me. Or begging for you to make me come with your lovely hands."

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"Mmm, do like the sound of that idea," he admits. His fingers slip to the lacing on her pants and he easily works the ties free, shifting their bodies to get the fabric pushed down off her hips enough that he can slide his hand between her thighs, tease his fingertips across her arousal.

"And you know just how much I enjoy the feel of your cunt around my fingers."

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Her moan of pleasure is LOUD as his fingertips tease across her arousal. "So good, your fingers," she gasps. She's aroused already, though not enough for him to take her comfortably.

She's wriggling a little to help get the pants even lower. "Pants off?" she suggests. "Your dragon-wife is greedy, ravenous," she growls. "Would gladly have you claim me, fuck me, with your fingers, your mouth, AND your cock."

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"Plan to do all of that," he says. "Perhaps not all at once, but the night is still quite young."

Moving his body to sit back on his heels, he moves to work her pants lower (and off) her legs, leaving her naked and laid out before him. He makes no effort to hide his sweeping, appreciative gaze as he looks her over.

"Not sure where I should start," he mutters, shifting his own stance slightly. His cock is already hard in his pants, wanting to be freed. Wanting to pounce, claim what is his. "What does the dragon want most from her owl?"

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"Want to see you, all of you," she murmurs. Her eyes are dark with want, with arousal.

"Want so many things," her voice is low, husky. "Want you, however you would claim me."

But if he's having trouble deciding...."Get me nice and wet with your fingers while you kiss me, tell me just how badly you want me, what you want to do with me?" she purrs.

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"You did mention something about unwrapping piece by piece..."

With her laid out beneath him, it gives him the opportunity to stand up at her feet - after all, it will be easier to work his pants free from his body if he is not having to rest his weight on his legs, or hold his upper body weight on his elbows.

Slowly, ever-so-deliberate, he starts to work at the laces at the front of his pants, picking at the knots, looking at her occasionally as he does so (and as he speaks).

"Been thinking of all the things you do to me that drive me wild with desire, as we've walked the path to this village," he says quietly. "The way your fingertips seem to know just how to caress my wing feathers, how the curve of your waist seems to perfectly fit my hand as I stroke your skin."

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Her gaze and attention are fixed on him, admiring and hungry, as he stands and slowly starts to work at the laces on his pants.

She chuckles, low. "Been thinking of the ways you drive me wild with desire too," she admits. "The way you kiss me like you want me more than air, the noises you make when I've got my fingers tugging on your hair."

She grins wickedly. "Watching you go to pieces for me when I tied you to our bed and danced for you in that dress."

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Skellig huffs a laugh, a shiver running down his spine as he thinks back to that moment, watching her dance in that dress.

"Wanted nothing more to cut those ties free myself," he teases. "I knew I could have freed myself with no trouble. Take you up into my arms, pull that dress from your body, wrap your legs around my hips and pin you up against the wall and fill you with my cock."

Speaking of - the laces undone - he pushes the pants down off his hips, but pauses before he fully exposes himself - there is 'enough' visible that she will be able to see how hard he already is for her. He shifts his jaw and reaches one hand to cup his groin, shuddering and whimpering a little as he rubs himself through the fabric.

"Do love your fingers twisted up tight in my hair. Sends sparks...sparks down my spine."

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She's pleased at that shiver and the words that follow. "When we're in my temple, perhaps," she muses. "Will be wearing that dress, at least to start."

"Could tie you to a wall, or the altar, drive you wild. Maybe ride your face or my fingers for a bit so I'm properly wet before you pin me against the wall and fill me with your cock?"

She moans softly in pleasure and desire when he rubs himself through the fabric. "So hard for me already," she murmurs. "Can take you in my mouth darling, make you come, if you don't want to wait?"