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]

They are only just getting started - he has plenty that he intends to do to pleasure her tonight!

"Usually when I do this, you have your fingers tangled in my hair," he mutters against her skin. "Every time I kiss your skin, tease my way lower, closer to your nipples, you tighten your grip just slightly."

He tips his head back just a bit, grunts the way he normally does when she's tugging on his hair. "Always sends sparks straight to my cock. Will have to imagine it tonight..." He shifts his hips a little where he sits on his knees between her legs, whining under his breath as his lips reach a nipple. "Imagine your fingers tight in my hair while I lick and suck..."

Speaking of which, he chooses to do so, teasing that nipple with his lips and tongue as he cuts his sentence 'short' with a soft groan.

[brave_kreyu]

"Can't resist the urge when my hands are free," she confesses. "You love it so, and it feels good to have a hold of you."

"Would be so tight in your hair, tugging in rhythm with your mouth..." She groans too, her words cut short by his teasing of her nipple. "Yes, please."

[27_53]

Love it so much, feels like you are saying mine each time you twist it in your fingers, such a rush of pleasure he 'says' to her.

(When his mouth is otherwise occupied - he is going to have to get creative! Because as much as she loves hearing his voice and listening to him praise her - right now he suspects she would much rather his mouth be right where it is - bringing her pleasure.)

Once he has worked one nipple over thoroughly, he kisses and nips his way to her other breast, to repeat the attention on her other side. He knows she is sensitive, and while it is a turn-on, he is paying close attention to her energy, slowing down if needed, to let her catch her breath, calm her heart.

[brave_kreyu]

Her fingers clench as if they were in his hair. "Am," she gasps. "So greedy for you."

Moans, gasps, whines, interspersed with praise.

Will have to repay you, later. Her mental voice is slightly teasing, mostly dark with Want. In my temple, perhaps, when I can be sure to have that dress you like. Tie you to the wall, dance for you in that dress she tempts.

Then let you have a choice in what you want first. Could pleasure you with my mouth in that dress. Her grin turns wicked. Or would you rather I let you watch while I ride my fingers till I'm wet enough for you to fuck me in it?

[27_53]

His groan of pleasure and the surge of lust across his energy should be enough of an answer for her to that question.

Love you in that dress, you know I'd love to fuck you in it his voice is a growl, hungry and full of desire. He repays her for that mental image by slipping a hand between her legs to touch and tease at her arousal, while his mouth is otherwise occupied...

[brave_kreyu]

She is delighted with his response.

"Yes, oh yes" she gasps as his hand teases her arousal.

Will gladly let you fuck me in it, again and again she promises. Your very shiny wife, goddess of your heart.

[27_53]

She DID want to be ravished with both his mouth AND his hands...

Skellig's delight is obvious in his 'response' as he starts to kiss his way down the center of her chest, fingertips of his free hand skating over her ribs.

"My most beautiful, shiny, brilliant goddess."

It is a very good thing that Kreyu warded this space for sound because there is no secret what they are up to tonight in this nest!

[brave_kreyu]

His delight feeds hers, and his kisses and his hands feed her pleasure and arousal.

It is a very good thing she warded for sound, because she is not being quiet at all!

"Yours to touch, to taste, to ravish." She's getting wet, but she wants more. "Please."

[27_53]

His mouth is trailing lower and lower still, his lips wandering across her ribs, her belly, the curve of her hip - he has to adjust his body to settle himself lower between her legs, but there is still plenty of room in their nest for both of them to remain quite comfortable.

"C'mere," he coaxes her legs up over his shoulders, shivering as her calves brush his back, his wings pressing down over her knees. "This'll make things a bit easier for both of us..."

He is 'cheating' most definitely, using his energy to ease the strain on his shoulders (not that she weighs that much to begin with) as he ducks his head to kiss at the inside of her thigh. His fingers are still working, teasing her clit.

"Loved seeing the designs you had painted here for me to discover," he murmurs. "Like a map, hiding the most amazing treasures..."

[brave_kreyu]

She is making all kinds of noises for him as his mouth wanders, skin jumping under his touch.

"Yes, so good," she moans as his fingers work. She shivers as he kisses the inside of her thigh. "Have to paint, more for you."

Not that Skellig isn't QUITE good at finding that particular treasure!

[27_53]

No map is needed for the treasure he is seeking - but the noises she is making as his mouth wanders are quite the prize all on their own.

"Maybe could get you to paint some more on me. Trail lines across my stomach, down along my hip...leave you a path to follow, wandering towards my cock. Though I do love it when you stumble a bit and get lost..."

Like he does, letting his lips move further away from her arousal, down more towards her knee (but he won't go far - he wouldn't torment her that badly) to press more kisses to her skin.

[brave_kreyu]

"Would like that," she gasps. He might be moving away, but the kisses still feel good.

Lay you out on silk before me, paint you with patterns to suit your form, your nature. Then, when the paint has set, leave marks all over you with my mouth.

[27_53]

Turn me into one of your masterpieces, like the sound of that. Between the paint and your teeth and tongue, I would be a true work of art...

One inner thigh taken care of, he lavishes a fair amount of attention to the other, before he settles himself at the 'true' prize of the evening - replacing his fingers at her cunt with his lips and tongue, to work on getting her truly 'repaid' for the pleasures she brought to him earlier before they went out into the snow!

[brave_kreyu]

She was going to make a comment about him being her finest work, but his mouth on her cunt has driven higher thought out of her head.

His lips tease sensitive places, slow, lazy licks of his tongue drive her wild. She's writhing with pleasure under his attentions, a banquet of pleasured sounds for his ears. There are so many ways he could pleasure her like this, get her ready for him to ravish...

[27_53]

Skellig does not mind if her capacity for higher thought has momentarily left her - right now he is focused on getting her to a frenzied state of arousal (and possibly pushing her over the edge into an orgasm, depending on how she responds to his efforts with his mouth and tongue) and leaving no doubt as to his abilities to pleasure his wife.

During a brief break to catch his breath, he peppers kisses to the top of her thigh, panting softly.

"How far you want me to push you, love?" He shifts his weight on his knees a little, reaching one hand between his legs to lightly stroke himself. "All the way, then work myself up a bit and take you again?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Yes, please," she says, panting. She's well on her way to going over that edge. "Want you."

[27_53]

Entirely yours, he says, as he resumes his 'efforts' with his mouth and his hands - as promised - to ravish her, bring her closer and closer to her peak with one goal in mind at the moment: HER pleasure. Which, thankfully for her state of being, does not take long for him to push her off that edge - she comes with a breathless shout of his name, her fingers fisted in the cushion above her head, thighs quivering as he works her through her orgasm and back down.

Once she has settled slightly, he presses his lips to her hipbone before he speaks.

"Bring your hands down so I can untie you," he 'orders' - there's no heat in the words, just his quiet mutter as he plans his next 'move'. "Want to feel you touch me while I touch myself."

[brave_kreyu]

"Gladly," she says, once she can form words again. She brings her hands down. "I find I want to touch you quite badly."

[27_53]

Carefully he repositions their bodies - he is still between her legs, but brings her legs down off his shoulders - before he unties the knot in the silk and then rubs at her wrists with his hands. There is not even a hint of a mark there, but he would still want to soothe them, if there was...

"Works well for the both of us, as I find that I am quite badly wanting your touch," he quips.

With one hand on her body, he strokes over her stomach, rubbing gently - in time with his other hand, which is lightly wrapped around his cock. His entire upper body is within her reach, as are his wings, once she finds the ability to lift her arms...

[brave_kreyu]

Her hands seek out his wings. "Where do you want me to touch, love?" she asks, voice low and rough as she seeks sensitive skin beneath his feathers.

The skin of her stomach jumps under his touch, and she makes a pleased sound. "So good to me, but I want to be good to you too."

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"That," he hums happily and presses his wings forward towards her touch, ducking his head slightly. "That is a good place to start, always."

His shiver of pleasure extends to his wings with a rustle and he involuntarily flexes them slightly - giving her greater access to that skin beneath.

"Then my chest, always love it when you do that. Reminds me that I'm strong, that I can protect you..." he laughs softly, mostly at himself. "I know that sounds silly," he admits. "But it's nice."

[brave_kreyu]

"Not silly," Kreyu replies. One hand moves to his chest, caresses the space over his heart. "You are strong, my love, and you have protected me."

"Why should you not like, be pleased by, reminders of what you are good at?"

Her hand wanders from his heart to touch other parts of his chest, feel his skin, his warmth, under her fingers.

[27_53]

If he had feathers on his chest, he would puff them up slightly in a show of pride when she says such things, touches him like she is doing so. As he does not, he merely smiles warmly, a hint of a flush rising to his cheeks.

"No reason I shouldn't," he agrees. "Still learning that a bit."

His heart beats firmly beneath her hand, and the rest of his skin shudders and jumps with anticipation as she trails her fingertips over his chest.

[brave_kreyu]

"We are both learning," she says, smiling softly.

She trails her fingers in patterns she hopes will excite, make his heart race. "Would you like one of my hands on your stomach, or your cock?"

[27_53]

His heart does speed up as she teases near some of his more sensitive spots with her fingertips.

"Mmm, a tough choice..." With the hand that he has had on his cock, he reaches up to cover hers - before bringing it back down again to resume touching himself. He is already half-hard, arousal growing with this increased stimulation. "...but I think here will work faster to have me ready to take you again."

And he doesn't want to leave her waiting - even if he knows there is no rush.