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]

"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."

[27_53]

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

She chuckles. "I think you're right."

"Like the way you feel under my hand, knowing that I'm the one making you hard." Her other hand is still teasing in one of his wings. She tightens her fingers a little as his hand guides hers over his cock, then relaxes them again.

[27_53]

"This...this is all you, my love," he praises, as his hips slowly press towards her hand, his body wanting and needing more of her touch. "Just listening to you as you moaned my name, as I found ways to bring you pleasure..."

His movement of his hand is slow and deliberate - he is still in 'control' of what he wants, but at the same time, she could reclaim that at any moment.

[brave_kreyu]

She gives him more of her touch, but lets him keep control. "You were quite inspiring to me too."

She leans close, whispers in his ear. "Want to kiss me?" she asks, voice low and husky.

[27_53]

"Would like that."

Reaching up to cup her face with his 'free' hand, he turns her so that her lips brush against his. She will able to feel his smile, his energy, his love for her (as well as his desire, his lust and his want running beneath the surface).

"Would like that very much, to kiss my wife."

Which he does - slow and soft, lingering kisses - which knowing them, will soon lead to much deeper.

[brave_kreyu]

Most likely, yes. It's hard to say who goes for a deeper kiss first, perhaps they both make that decision at the same time. Lingering kisses, oh yes, but deeper, harder. One hand in his wings, one hand stroking his cock.

Could put my mouth on your cock, she whispers in his mind.

[27_53]

Would like that very much, he replies, whispering back to her across their connection. Your mouth on my cock, get me hard and ready for you.

It will be easier for her to work her mouth over him if he is on his back, so eventually - between rounds of kisses, of strokes to feathers and skin, breaks for laughter and maneuvering of tangled limbs - he ends up 'flipped' and sprawled back in the nest, wings splayed wide open beneath him.

Panting, a little breathless, he grins up at her.

"Least here we don't have to worry about feathers all over the place."

[brave_kreyu]

She's on her hands and knees between his legs, gaze dark and tinged with violet. "No need to worry about feathers," she agrees.

She puts her hands on his thighs, leans forward to lick his cock, then takes the head of it in her mouth. Her head bobs, lets him slide in and out of her mouth.

You feel good in my mouth, but you'll feel even better once you're ravishing me, she purrs in his mind.

[27_53]

"Nothing better than the feeling of ravishing you," he says, his voice catching and faltering slightly as he speaks - his attention is drifting quite rapidly elsewhere and finding words is growing more difficult by the moment. "Of our bodies moving together, skin against skin..."

He reaches one hand down to cover one of her hands on his thigh, intertwines their fingers.

"So good."

[brave_kreyu]

She hums her agreement around his cock in her mouth, her energy loving, teasing, hungry for his pleasure.

So very good she says in his mind. Getting closer aren't you, love? Almost ready to fuck me.

[27_53]

He has to be careful to maintain his self-control, not let himself slip too far off the edge just quite yet - while he does greatly enjoy her working him with her mouth all the way to his release, that is not on his agenda for tonight!

Closer he 'agrees'. Almost ready.

Another moment or two of her working her magic with her lips and tongue, and then he's pulling at her hand, coaxing her up his body, up off her knees.

"Get back up here," he growls playfully. "More I want to do with you."

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs in delight at his growl, allows herself to be coaxed up his body. She steals a kiss, and he flips them, pounces her.

"Hm, hungry for me?" she teases. It feels good, his weight on her, his body pressing against her, skin to skin.