OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 11

[brave_kreyu]

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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[brave_kreyu]

"Yes, please!" she gasps. "Want to come on your fingers, your mouth, your cock."

Greedy, perhaps, but she IS a dragon and its been ENTIRELY too many weeks in her opinion!

"So good to me." Her fingers tug on his hair as her body rocks against him and her desire rises.

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Skellig will be MORE than willing to help her give her whatever he can to help fulfill her desires and satisfy her needs. So he settles his mouth against her hip and keeps his kisses light, works his tongue over her skin in rhythm with his fingers thrusting inside her - he knows she is already relatively close to finding that first release, just needs a bit of coaxing closer to the edge.

"Only giving my queen what it is she deserves," he says softly. "Everything I have to give is yours, and I know how good I make you feel. The way you feel when I kiss you, touch you...stroke you..."

Now he offers her that curl of his fingertips inside her cunt, seeking out 'that' spot...

[brave_kreyu]

He knows her so very well, knows what she wants, NEEDS.

That curl of his fingertips inside her cunt sends sparks down her spine and combined with his tongue over her skin...exquisite.

She won't last as long as SHE thought she would either, coming with his name on her lips and a whole body shudder as the orgasm washes over her!

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Pleased (and only the slightest bit smug) he works her through the orgasm and then mimics her earlier soothing strokes of her hands on his skin with his own touch on her body, easing her back 'down' a bit.

"Need a rest, love? Or want me to continue my feasting?" He asks, once he feels she has gained enough 'clarity' back into her mind. He hasn't moved from his spot at her hip, and is still teasing her skin with gentle, soft kisses.

[brave_kreyu]

"Could rest, or a slow feast," she replies after she rounds up enough clarity. "Depending on your appetite."

She smiles up at him, smug. "They'd be so jealous of me, if they knew," she purrs.

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"I am famished," he proclaims after a moment of quiet contemplation, glancing at her and flashing her a bright grin, just a hint wicked.

(Skellig is not entirely sure of who 'they' is, but he doubts it truly matters in this sense.)

"And I know that my dragon is also hungry for more," he trails his palm over one of her thighs as he settles his body between her legs. "I can sense it in your energy, when you find your climax. It is like electricity and fire mix together, sparking and burning through your veins, and then it seeps into my Light and spreads to me..." He lightly nips a patch of delicate skin on the inside of her thigh - not enough to leave a mark, just tease. "...and it fuels my own pleasure."

[brave_kreyu]

Oh, she loves that grin, bright and just a hint wicked!

"Then I would have you feast upon me, sate our hungers," she purrs. Not that she isn't still planning on claiming her husband later, but he'll definitely need more recovery time before she does THAT.

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"Thank you, for indulging me my desires."

Before he ducks his head to get to 'work', he glances up and her and grins again, even a bit more wicked and prideful (a bit of the dragon rubbing off on him, as he expands his hoard perhaps) as he laughs. "And I'll have you know, I intend to give them something to be quite jealous about," he growls playfully.

[brave_kreyu]

"My pleasure," she quips, grinning, when he thanks her.

"I know you will," she replies, certain and full of excited anticipation.

She shifts her body position just a little - for comfort, to ease his access to her body, and partly to tease him with the sight of her displayed before him.

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"So beautiful, my dragon is." He does not bother to hide (why would he need to?) the fact that he allows his gaze to sweep across her entire body as she shifts and reposition herself - once she has settled, he himself settles back in and ducks his head to kiss at her folds, taste her arousal as he has so desperately desired to do so for weeks.

Reminding himself to go slow, to tease, to let the pleasure build back up - all of that may be difficult for him to remember. But she can guide him, as needed, with her moans of pleasure or her body pressing towards him, her fingers tangled in his hair if she wants to do that. They have many ways to communicate that don't require words.

[brave_kreyu]

The noises she's making are LOUD as he kisses her folds, tastes her arousal. Those wards are coming in VERY handy tonight.

She threads her fingers in his hair to guide him, her body pressing toward his mouth, her pleasured gasps and moans laying out a path for him to follow.

Eventually, she's close again, right at the edge. Just a little more and she'll come for him again...

[27_53]

This is what he wants, what he desires most - to bring her such joy and pleasure that he has no doubt that he is doing things 'right' by her, worshipping her as a goddess should be treated, praising his queen, his dragon, his deepest love by giving her what his own heart also desires. Unbridled passion and attention, he is listening to her cues, her guidance. They are comfortable enough with each other to give 'direction' without it coming off as commanding or overbearing - it is just who they are. Partners.

Skellig has not let his ears 'listen' outside the heavy canvas walls of their space, and has no intention of doing so...there is much celebrating happening in other homes and spaces around them, much bright energy flowing throughout the cavern. He could lift threads of it easily, take as much as his body would handle - but he does not want it from others, only wants hers.

(Call him greedy, for being so selective.)

She is right at the edge, so very close - he adds his fingertips to tease at her clit while he fucks her with his tongue, intent on pushing her over that edge and then just a hint further, to truly 'feast' as he has wanted to all night.

[brave_kreyu]

How far he has come in such a short span of time, with her as his partner. He, who once had to scrounge for scraps of Light to help keep his constant pain at bay, now sups as a god!

Her Light has filled him over and over again, grown a sea of it inside of him. Rich, strong, heady as the finest honey, the finest wine. The sweetest temptation, to those who can sense such things.

She cries out in ecstasy as he teases her clit with his fingertips and fucks her with his tongue. Her arousal clear to taste on his tongue as her orgasm rolls over them both. Her love, her joy, her pleasure, the finest of all possible feasts for her owl.

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Feast he does - working her through her orgasm and the shuddering 'aftershocks' of ecstasy that flow through her veins as her energy ebbs down - and at some point he actually has to stop himself from absorbing that Light, that sweet temptation, as he himself feels a bit drunk and lightheaded from it all.

Sated and satisfied, he moves from his position and settles to sprawl beside her, one arm draped over her midsection (and eventually he will drape a wing over their bodies to rest - but first, both of them need to cool off!) and his head on a cushion beside hers.

His breath is a little ragged, a soft pant, as he grins and laughs when she makes eye contact with him after she's caught her own breath enough to see somewhat-straight.

"Quite the pair, we are."

[brave_kreyu]

"We are," she replies. Her breath is still a pant, a bit ragged. "The very best pair."

Once they've cooled off a bit, there will be a great deal of cuddling. Right now, she's not up to moving that much.

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Skellig is not up to moving much either - and there is something to be said for appreciating the 'quiet' that surrounds them in this space. An occasional rustle of feathers as their wings shift, the sounds of their breathing as they both come down off their 'high', the fabrics that make up their nest moving beneath their sweaty skin.

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, a faint smile crossing his lips.

"It is safe, here," he says after a moment of 'listening' to their breath, their heartbeats. "Always safe with you."

[brave_kreyu]

"Yes," she agrees. "Safe with you, in every way."

She chuckles. "I expect there will be much sleeping in tomorrow."

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Without opening his eyes, he lifts a hand and motions idly at 'around' them.

"I have not dared to listen past your wards," he admits, laughing under his breath. "But I suspect that your expectation is correct."

[brave_kreyu]

She grins. "I know I will be sleeping in, after tonight." Especially since she's not finished 'celebrating' yet!

"Maybe break our fast very late with some of that cheese, honey, and nut pastry."

[27_53]

"We were smart to bring a second back with us."

Skellig stretches out alongside her and moves one of his wings to drape over their bodies - purposefully shifting his position as he does so to allow his feathers to lightly graze over her nude form, touching her in all the places he knows drive her wild. But still remaining 'innocent' - even as he opens his eyes and looks at her.

He can't help it!

[brave_kreyu]

She sighs in pleasure as his feathers graze over her skin. "Such lovely touches," she tells him. She snuggles up, close, kisses his neck.

"Could claim you later, after a nap," she suggests. "Make it very clear that you are my husband."

[27_53]

The sound that he makes as she kisses at his neck and suggests that she would like to claim him, make it clear that he is her husband - should be a good enough answer that she'll know he likes the idea very much.

"Giving me thoughts to fill my dreams with visions," he says happily, snuggling his body around hers. "Of all the things you might do with me once we wake."

[brave_kreyu]

"Good," she says, pleased, as she snuggles closer. "That was the general idea," she adds, teasing just a little.

She makes a sound of contentment, runs her fingers through his hair.

[27_53]

Birds can't purr like cats can, but owls can do something similar - and the blissful sound that he makes as she begins to stroke her fingers through his hair is awfully damn close.


"Gonna put me t'sleep if you keep that up," he mutters, voice thick and heavy.

[brave_kreyu]

"Would that be such a bad thing?" she asks, voice soft and amused as she keeps up the strokes.