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]

"Will be good to share them with you, my husband, my heart." She nips his throat some more. "So much beauty, so many things to please the senses, so many pleasures to share with you."

The temple will be QUITE well stocked, yes.

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"Your heart," he echoes quietly. "Only yours."

Every time she nips at him he shivers a little, sparks of pleasure running up and down his spine. He rewards her with a shift of his hand from her ass to the front of her hip, where he can better tease her hipbones with his fingertips and tempt her with the 'promise' of more, should he slide his touch further inwards...

[brave_kreyu]

She mouths the area where his neck meets his right shoulder. "Shall I leave a mark on you here, love?" she asks him, voice husky.

Her hips move toward his touch, his delightful teasing. She's sure he will fulfill his 'promise' in time, and she's not desperate for his touch between her legs. Yet.

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Skellig moves his hand from her breast to touch where she is mouthing at his skin, nodding softly (it isn't something she can see easily but she'll be able to sense it) as she works her lips and teeth over him.

"Would like that, please," he asks, oh-so-nicely.

[brave_kreyu]

"So polite," she purrs. He said much the same to her, once. She works on making that mark, sucking on his skin as one hand finds his feathers. The other is still in his hair, touching, running through it.

She's pleased, happy to grant this request, to give him what he desires. The weather outside is frightful, but this little den of theirs is proving MOST delightful!

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Most delightful, indeed!

Skellig groans happily as she works on that mark, squirming a bit beneath her (between the feelings she is stirring with her mouth and those she is causing to grow with her fingers in his feathers) in pleasure as he tips his head back and slightly to the side, giving her better access.

"Yes, yes, feels so good...claimed by my wife. Nobody would dare try to take me from you..." He's rambling a bit, but doesn't care (and he also knows she doesn't mind it) at all.

[brave_kreyu]

She removes her mouth to check her work, runs her fingers over the mark. "All mine," she purrs. "Will keep you safe, take care of you, treat you right." She nuzzles that spot, oh so careful.

His squirming, his pleasure, has caused her own desire to heat up. "Would you like it if I tied you to my altar, straddled you in THAT dress, left marks ALL OVER you until you were hard and aching for me?"

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That image coaxes a whimper that is most definitely a bit desperate out of him.

"Yes, my love. I would like, like that very much. Gods. Just the thought...the light reflecting off those beads, casting sparks around the room, shimmering while you worked your mouth on my skin..."

He pants softly, laughing under his breath. "We would definitely have to ward the temple against sound, because I would be crying out your name in ecstasy...would paint the walls with new echoes..."

[brave_kreyu]

"Will be sure to ward for sound before I tie you up, then," she whispers in his ear. "I think the echoes of your ecstasy will suit my temple VERY well." She is a bit smug, pleased, that her words have had such an effect!

"Would be tricky to get me wet enough to ride you, bound like that," she muses aloud, tone slightly teasing. She knows Skellig is good at that kind of problem solving!

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"Tricky, not impossible," he says.

Looking up at her with a dark gaze (lust and want and so many other things) he smirks,

"Could always have you straddle me in that dress with it pushed up enough to give me access to your cunt with my mouth, turned around so that you could leave marks on my hips and near my cock at the same time."

[brave_kreyu]

"A clever solution," she praises him. Her own gaze is dark, the faintest hint of violet in her eyes. "And one I look forward to employing in a few moons." She nips his neck near his ear.

NOW she is beginning to ache for his attention between her legs.

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With that flash of violet starting to creep into her eyes, he knows she is likely wanting more from him - so he shifts his body beneath hers and moans a little as his hand brushes against his cock on his 'path' to allow his fingers to find her arousal.

(It isn't like he has to search very hard - after all, he knows her body like his own at this point, every curve and detail memorized after careful study.)

"Kiss me," he asks, as he begins to tease her clit, slow and gentle. "Please?"

[brave_kreyu]

His moan makes her heart speed up, her breath catch. And then his fingers are stroking her clit, slow and gentle and SHE'S the one moaning.

"Yes, yes," she pants, praise and answer to his request all at once. She kisses him, slow and hungry, as if she needs him more than air.

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Technically speaking, the two of them are likely more adept than standard humans at surviving without breathing - though it has been proven that she can literally push him to the brink, and it isn't something that they try to do on purpose.

But she is hungry, and so is he - hungry for passion, for pleasure, for each other. So he returns the kiss, slow and passionate, while still working with his fingers to coax more moans out of her.

[brave_kreyu]

He coaxes enough moans out of her that she MUST breathe, pull in air in gasps, when she breaks their kiss for a moment.

Her eyes are completely violet now, dark with desire for him. "Want you," the slightest hint of a growl in the words.

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"Was just, just gonna pleasure you with my hands," he mutters between kisses - pressing his lips against her cheek and jawline, allowing both of them to breathe for a moment. "But now I'm thinking that henna is probably dry enough to let you ride my cock without smudging it too badly..."

And if it smudges just a touch, Skellig could honestly care less - tracing over the smudge would simply remind him of her straddled across his hips, moaning his name against his mouth.

[brave_kreyu]

"Probably," Kreyu says, tone absolutely certain despite her lack of experience in this area. She kisses his cheek, his jawline, draws in breaths. (She doesn't really care if it smudges either.)

One hand shifts from his hair to his wings, the other wanders down his body, slides across his stomach to toy with his hipbones.

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Her touch on his hipbones startles him slightly (in a good way) and he sucks in a sharp breath, laughing faintly - he is just the faintest bit ticklish there, and his skin jumps under the contact.

"Probably s'good enough for me."

He angles his hips a little bit different, pressing closer (and giving them both some much-desired friction) and moaning gently. "Want you too."

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, low, then moans at the friction. "Feels good, but inside me will be better."

"How much do you want me, love?" she whispers in his ear, half hungry and half playful teasing.

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That whisper in his ear is enough to break his 'focus' and allow the more primal side of his nature to creep through the edges. It is only a brief moment, but his hands wander her body (he is hungry, he desires his mate, wants to claim her as his own) and he kisses at her neck.

"Much," he replies, voice a soft growl. "So much. Want to feel your cunt around my cock, your hands on my chest, fingers in my wings to tease my feathers."

[brave_kreyu]

One hand moves to explore his chest as the other teases his wings. "Then I would have you HAVE me," she replies, voice husky and rough with want.

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Skellig does not need much more 'encouragement' than that husky tone (she has to know that drives him wild when she speaks to him like that) to do just as she desires - he of course is careful to check with his fingers that she is ready for him as he would not want to hurt her, and that also allows him to tease her a bit more.

But even as eager as he is as he angles their bodies, shifts them to guide his cock into her, he is gentle and easy - while the wild side of his mind is screaming at him to pounce and ravish her, she is his mate and that Means Something Very Important to him.

[brave_kreyu]

They share that Meaning Something Very Important to one another, a love that binds them together like the knots tattooed on their arms. Part of them is Wild, but they would never allow that Wild to go so out of control as to hurt one another!

She gasps in pleasure as he slides into her, then claims his mouth in a deep kiss. Her mind touches his, sharing everything she is feeling for him in this moment: love, trust, joy, desire, pleasure, connection.

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As her mind reaches and touches his, she will sense tiny sparks and crackles of energy that he simply is not fully able to control or contain (not that he's exactly trying, he feels no need to hold them back from her) as she kisses and pleasures him. Her Karma still makes him feel vaguely punch-drunk, especially in these moments when they are as close to each other as they are right now - and he is happy, safe, loved.

Between an eventual break in their kiss when they both part to catch their breath, he exhales a shaking laugh, bright Light energy bubbling at the surface of his soul.

"Never knew how happy I could feel, 'til I found my dragon."

[brave_kreyu]

"I didn't either, until I found my owl," she confesses. "My husband, my love, my mate."

Both hands are in his wings now, teasing, holding. "A wonder fit to outshine the crystals below that chooses to be mine." She nuzzles at his neck.