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]

Little noises of pleasure are coaxed out of her with his lips, that growl in his voice. She starts to laugh at his quip, but it turns into a moan of pleasure.

"Better keep me right here in the nest then," she gasps. "Get your wife melting with pleasure, so very wet for you."

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While his fingers trail lower, he shifts the weight of his hands lower to lightly 'pin' her beneath his touches as he traces another heart. He's nearly to the end of the design now, almost at her hips and the small of her back.

"Little bit of a smudge here," he teases, painting a broader 'smear' with his thumb. "Must have gotten impatient earlier."

[brave_kreyu]

She doesn't mind him pinning her at all, enjoys it even!

"We were both a bit impatient," she purrs. "Though I may bear more of the blame."

"Hard to be still, behave, when you touch me."

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"There is no expectation for your behavior," he points out. "You are free to do as you please, especially when it comes to times when we are together in our bed. I would never expect otherwise."

He smirks - she won't see if, but she'll hear it in his tone.

"Unless of course I've asked you nicely to lie still." Because he does know she enjoys being told what to do on occasion.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, low, when he speaks of asking nicely. "Asking nicely does tend to work," she quips.

She stretches one arm back behind her, toward him, working blind to stroke her fingers across some part of his skin. "Could touch you as you touch me, or would you rather I touch myself instead?"

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Humming his approval (for both options as well as the feeling of her fingers on his body), he considers his choices as she's laid them out before him.

"Either would be desirable," he mutters. "Though the idea of you touching yourself is quite a turn-on."

[brave_kreyu]

She grins, leaves the hand that's touching him where it is, tucks the other under her body to touch her breasts. "Before we met, I never would have imagined anyone finding me touching myself such a turn on."

She strokes her breast slowly, teases a nipple. "What is it about my pleasure that makes you hunger so?" she asks, voice breathy.

[27_53]

"Besides the taste of your arousal on my tongue?"

Skellig snickers, muttering under his breath. "What makes me hunger...hmm. I would say it is knowing the way your pleasure makes your body respond...your skin reacts to my touches, your heart races when I make you feel so good...perhaps it is a bit of the more primal nature of us creeping in around the edges."

[brave_kreyu]

"Will be plenty for you to taste in a bit, if you care to," she breathes as she twists a nipple, makes her own breath catch.

Then she drags that hand down her abdomen, toward the growing heat between her legs. "Primal like the stars, like the sky, like the beginning of all things."

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"Like our beginning, beneath the stars," he praises. "Those moments we shared as it seemed like my soul shattered and then reassembled itself, my eyes bright with the glow from the heavens."

He finishes tracing the design and shifts his hand to her hip - not interfering with her touches. (There is plenty of skin on her body for both of them to tease!)

[brave_kreyu]

"You were so very lovely in those moments, even if I didn't understand what was happening to you."

She strokes her clit, just a tease, and her hips rock ever so slightly, a begging kind of motion. "Felt so good, riding you, touching you."

She chuckles, low, licks her lips. "Especially after getting you all worked up just by touching your wings."

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"It is one of your many talents, making me fall apart with just your fingers in my feathers," he says. "I don't know if it is because if Before...if I did not allow myself, could not allow myself to show them, let alone have them touched in such a way..."

Skellig shivers, the memory of that night on the beach filtering back through his mind.

"Then to fall apart and be put back together with you riding me like you were..." he grunts softly, happily. "Perfection."

[brave_kreyu]

She's teasing herself now, exploring, but it's HIS hands she really wants.

"We should try for an encore, make it a yearly tradition," she purrs.

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"I like the sound of that idea," Skellig says, giving her what she wants (a bit) by shifting his hands to cover hers, guiding her touches.

"Something to mark the anniversary."

[brave_kreyu]

"Yes," she gasps, both at his hands over hers and his response.

"Our anniversary." She presses her body back against his, bringing a henna heart temptingly close to his mouth. "Our secret place."

[27_53]

He is smart enough to follow the 'prompts' and based on how she reacts to his touches, he knows that a kiss to her spine will be even greater!

"Our anniversary," he echoes. "I would quite enjoy getting to spend it with you in that spot, listening to the waves crash over the sand...the stars above reflecting in my eyes."

A smirk pulls at one corner of his lips.

"Though I'd like to perhaps switch while we are there, see the reflection in yours." He adds.

[brave_kreyu]

His kiss makes her heart surge, sends a jolt down her spine. His hand over hers feels so good, arousal building up, making her WANT.

"Gladly," she pants. "Let you see all the stars."

"Want you, just, want you."

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"I can tell," he murmurs playfully, shifting his hand from where he has simply just been covering hers to assume 'control' and take over touching her arousal, teasing her. "Love the way your heart beat jumps when you start to get worked up like this."

[brave_kreyu]

"Oh, yes," she moans as he touches her, teases.

"Only you, only you make my heart beat so. Dances for you, leaps."

She's quite wet as he slips a finger inside of her, teases. Won't be long at all before he could take her, if he wants to.

[27_53]

He most certainly wants to, and his own arousal is growing quite rapidly, heat building in his groin.

"Feels good to touch you like this," with his free hand he draws along the designs on her spine as he slips a second finger inside of her, thrusting gently to further build her want for him. "Knowing that this is all because of me, the way I drive you wild..."

His lips find a spot on the back of her neck and he sucks gently, just enough to leave a faint mark that will fade within a few hours.

[brave_kreyu]

Oh, oh it feels so good! His fingers thrusting, his gentle touch on her spine, his sucking on her neck. She is a symphony of pleasured noises, hips 'begging' against his thrusting fingers.

"Yours, your wild dragon," she gasps. "Your little goddess." Her hands scrabble at him, careful not to hurt, but NEEDING to touch him.

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"All mine, so beautiful," he says, curling his fingers slightly inside her as he shifts to rub his cock gently against the back of her thigh, another tease that elicits more sounds of pleasure from her lips. "Such a treasure, finer than gold or silver or the most exotic spices..."

He nips her skin softly, growls.

"My wild dragon, who likes it very much when her owl touches and teases her, doesn't she?"

[brave_kreyu]

She's whimpering, shuddering, with pleasure, with want.

"Yes, so much. MY owl."

Her fingers find some of his feathers and she teases the sensitive skin beneath them. "Want your cock inside me when I come. Please?"

[27_53]

Skellig hums, appreciative.

"Well when you ask so nicely..." His words are low and soft, knowing that drives her wild. "I suppose I could oblige."

Another moment of kissing and teasing with his hands, and then he considers if he would take her just like this, or if he would flip her beneath him so she is on her back...

"You ready for me, my love?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Yes," she growls, low. "Very ready."

She turns her head as far as she can, to look over her shoulder. Her eyes have gone violet. "Would see your eyes," she adds, tone husky, dripping with want.

One hand leaves his feathers, cups his cheek. "See you as we come apart together."