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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[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.

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"No," he 'admits', laughing a little as he grins and nuzzles closer to her. "Need to save my strength for what you're gonna do to me later."

[brave_kreyu]

Her heart warms at his nuzzling and his grin. She makes a noise of agreement, feeling sleepiness start to creep over her as her fingers keep working.

"Should rest," she murmurs, voice thickening with sleep.

[27_53]

Skellig mutters something that sounds (possibly) like 'yes, we should' but whether or not that is actually what made it out of his mouth is up for debate. Sleep has a firmer grip on him than it does her, so he is the one who 'gives in' first, though she is likely not very far behind!

[brave_kreyu]

She is not far behind, no.

It is....later, perhaps the middle of the night, when Kreyu starts to stir again. She doesn't wake him, yet, just listens to his heart, his breathing, enjoys being curled up with him like this.

[27_53]

It is rare that he continues to sleep once she has awoken - his senses are usually sharper than they currently are, but he will blame the fact that he is not actively 'listening' to anything other than their current surroundings, her body curled up with him in their nest. He is deeply relaxed and it is evident in his body, his muscles loose as he rests with her, safe and secure in this space.

Eventually, something triggers enough of his brain to rouse him out of sleep, but he also does not immediately move or go to wake her - just in case she is still sleeping.

[brave_kreyu]

"Hello, love," she whispers, gently running her fingers over his cheek. "Did you rest well?"

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Surprised, he blinks one eye open - much less coherent than she is - and his mouth pulls into a soft smile.

"Quite." He stretches his body out alongside hers, inhaling deeply. "Don't usually sleep that hard."

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes a little, chuckles. "Probably my fault. I suspect I rather wore you out."

In a FUN way, admittedly, but still!

[27_53]

"I enjoyed the effort I put into it," he mutters, amused. "Very much so."

Skellig leans in and presses his lips to her forehead, brings his hands up to cup her face lightly with his fingertips, stroking her hair back out of her eyes. "Your ecstasy was quite pleasant to listen to," he adds playfully.

[brave_kreyu]

"So was yours," she replies, equally playful. She strokes his hair back with a gentle touch. "Could gladly listen to it again, if you are up to it?"

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"I think I could be persuaded," he quips. "There are still..."

He extends his senses just enough to get a better idea of what 'time' it is, but does not listen outright to the celebrations in any great detail. There are still Winged Folk playing music near the bonfire, and many still choosing to dance and fly! Along with other more private encounters.

"...still several hours before daybreak."

[brave_kreyu]

"Lucky me," she purrs, her voice dropping low and husky.

She nuzzles his neck. "I would claim you, my love, drive you wild with pleasure before I bury my fingers in your wings and ride your cock."

She whispers in his ear, remembering that erotic door panel in the Lost City. "How should the Queen begin to claim her King, hm?"

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"I am comfortable like this to start," he says, pressing his body - mainly, his hips - into hers. "Perhaps you could use your hands to tease me and hint at some of your intentions, while our mouths are otherwise busy?"

He grunts softly as her breath tickles the fine hair on the back of his neck.

"And then if I am not yet sufficiently aroused for you to ride me...I could watch you pleasure yourself, make sure you are ready to take me and claim your King?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Interesting ideas," she says, pulling him just that little bit closer. "I like having my hands all over you, feeling how you like that."

She kisses him, her hands running along his body. "I may be too greedy to stop touching you, but we shall see."

She's gentle, but she knows EXACTLY what she's doing. Where to touch him, how to touch him, to send shivers of pleasure along his nerves. A seemingly innocent touch there to make him moan, a little rub THERE to make his heart race...

[27_53]

"I would not mind it if you cannot quit touching me," he says. "Your greed would be enjoyed by both of us, I'm sure...."

She does in fact know quite well how to pleasure him, where to touch and tease - and his responses are evident by the way he moans and squirms beneath the contact, his hips bucking, thighs quivering when she hits those most sensitive spots.

[brave_kreyu]

She chuckles. "I'm sure it would."

Her words are half spoken, half in his head as they kiss and touch. "My Skellig. My love, my husband, my owl. All that you are, I love."

Slow strokes, hungry kisses. "No other soul like you in a thousand worlds."

[27_53]

A pulse of bright energy flares deep within him as she 'speaks' to his heart and mind, her words of love and praise.

None other like me. And it is me you love. My Kreyu.

She loves him for HIM, no matter if even he isn't quite sure 'what' he is; the what does not matter. It is who he is that matters most, and he is her Skellig, her mate, her husband and her owl.

[brave_kreyu]

My healer, my protector. Her mouth on his, kissing deeply, fingers working their way through his wings.
Her energy, her Light, wraps around him like the intertwining lotuses on her arm that mark their bond.

She rolls her hips against him, just a little tease. In countless ways you have made whole in me what was wounded, broken. Protected my whole being in ways large and small.

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Protector is not one that he has been called often, and while he agrees with what she is 'saying' to him, it still catches him a bit by surprise...as does the roll of her hips. His breath hangs in his lungs as he focuses on her Karma and Light as it weaves around him, through this space they share.

"Yours, whatever you'd desire of me," he moans softly, mouth seeking her lips or her skin, wherever he can find ways to kiss her. "Always everything."

[brave_kreyu]

"You," she breathes against his skin, the words echoing in his soul. What she wants, what she desires, what she needs.

"Wondrous as the stars, you are, and yet you can be touched," she whispers in his ear. She drags her fingers through his feathers slow and careful. "The sound of your heart my drum, your breath my music."

"Shall I claim my wandering star?" Her voice is low, rough, WANTING.

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"Your wandering star..." He echoes her words softly, tipping his head back gently as his mind flashes back to that night on 'their' secluded beach, millions upon millions of stars above them as she laid claim to him.

Him, her wandering star, chosen out of so many souls...

"Touch me," he whispers, nodding gently. "As much as you desire. Claim me as yours, my love."

[brave_kreyu]

His love, chosen out of souls beyond counting!

She lavishes attention on his neck, his collarbones, feasting. More intoxicating than any drug she purrs in his mind.

Her hands caress his body now, and she rolls her hips against his in search of stimulation. Need to be wetter, before I claim you.

[27_53]

Can touch you, if you'd like. It is an offer of assistance and also a desire of his own all wrapped up together. Unless you'd rather I keep my hands to myself.

He can listen!

Squirming slightly beneath her, he offers her that contact, that stimulation, draws his leg up a bit to better angle his body for the taking.