brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 12

The drama of fighting and death might even coax a few more patrons to their doors, eager to celebrate still being ALIVE in various ways.

"My imagination paled before the reality," she agrees. "And I am glad we got there in time and that Koschei dealt with Gorgon so quickly and decisively." She sighs. "I do not think it will ever be completely safe, but others should be able to see it, once things have settled here."

"If it was open to the sky, I would be sorely tempted to nest in it for a while," she muses. "Find a place in the branches that would suit us, bring some bedding, then curl up with my mate and discover its wonders from our nest, watch the world below and above go by."

Skellig hums. "That is a thought," he says. "Perhaps in the early stages of renovation of the tower, if they were to do that, we might have the option..."

(A very large stretch of a consideration, yes, but it is one to hold in the back of their mind.)

He refocuses his attention away from the Procession and shifts back to the treasure he has right here in his lap - his beautiful mate! "But no matter where we choose to nest, the greatest wonder is the one I hold right here in my arms," he says quietly. "My dragon, my heart."

She flushes at his words, pleased. "You flatter me, my love. But I feel the same about you. You are the greatest wonder in the world, although the Procession as a setting for you would work quite well."

Her eyes go the basket. "Shall we drink, then rest in one another's arms for a time?"

"I think so," he agrees, his gaze following hers. "Would you like to get it from the basket, or should I?"

Logistically...it makes the most sense for her to move, as she is the one on top of him. But he could also technically probably manage to slither his way out from behind her, so that she does not have to move...

"I will fetch it," she says, smiling. The blanket slips from her body, letting the moonlight taste her skin as she walks to the basket, bends to fetch the moly brew and pour cups for them both. The cups are quite small, very much on purpose.

"It is slightly bitter, but not in an unpleasant way, when it is brewed with honey and salt." A bit like strong, black, coffee in taste. She offers him one of the cups as she resumes her position.

Skellig takes the cup from her hand as she offers it over to him, but it is obvious from his gaze that he was only partially listening to her as she spoke - his attentions were definitely elsewhere.

"Bitter...bitter is not necessarily awful, in moderation," he stammers softly, blinking a few times to refocus his mind as she curls back up against him. He brings the cup to his nose and sniffs gently - yes, definitely a bit 'harsh' to his senses, but not entirely awful.

She chuckles, low, when he stammers and blinks. "Perhaps you are tired already, eager to sleep?" she teases gently.

She sips the moly brew, appreciating the way the honey and the slight bitterness complement one another. "Bitterness can be pleasant, in the right circumstances. I remember being told it was FAR less pleasant to the taste in their homeland."

"Eager to do something," he mutters under his breath, his tone equally teasing.

As he then lifts the cup to his lips and sips - tentatively at first, as even though she is the one who prepared it (and he trusts her) it does not hurt to be cautious - he considers her words. "Circumstances matter greatly," he agrees. "As does mindset."

She chuckles at his muttering. Caution is almost always wise, Kreyu would agree.

"I can not imagine what must have gone through the minds of those high priests," she says, voice quiet. "Offering themselves up, believing that there was a small chance their Goddess would leave them damaged or dead."

"Worship can be...complicated." Skellig brings his free hand up to run his fingers through her hair in a soothing type motion, stroking gently as he sips from the cup in his other hand. The bitterness is fading slightly, though perhaps he is just getting used to it.

"Even for ordinary folk who would attempt to appease their Gods, let alone those who would claim to be entirely faithful and devout in their actions." He pauses, considering. "That is a level of trust - and risk taking - that is not done lightly."

The motion does indeed soothe her a bit. "I hope none of my Wise have felt that they were taking such a risk, when they served me."

She flushes, remembering. "Enkidu was the first, was explaining matters to me during the ceremony. His heart would beat so fast, when I was close. He told me many times that he would be glad to serve me in whatever manner I desired, that his purpose was to see that I was pleased." She flushes darker. "Once, he asked if I would prefer it if he was on his knees."

"My...innocence must have confused him so, I did not even know the scents that follow along with human arousal, then."

Skellig exhales a hint of a laugh - though it is not at her (or Enkidu) outright, more for the situation, her innocence, and how confused the young man must have been when Kreyu did not understand outright.

Then a thought strikes him, and he is curious...

"So...if before you met me, you did not fully understand what it meant...or the ways to find...pleasure..." He ponders this slightly. "Will our encounter in your temple be the first time that the actions have been...completed...within the space?"

"It would be," Kreyu replies, the thought striking HER too. "At least with ME and the ritual involved. I'm sure there have been lovers over the years who've found a spot within the space explore each other's pleasure."

"The Ring Islands might be QUITE fertile, this year." Her gaze turns teasingly coy. "With all the unrest in the region, it would be wise to shore up supplies against hardship however we can."

"We will have no difficulties doing so," Skellig says. "With the rituals we have already practiced (even those accidentally, like the unintended effects of their 'practice' with the Rod of the Sun) and those going forward, it will be a prosperous year on many fronts."

He rests his chin gently on the top of her head, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of her - the soaps and oils on her body, the sweat from their efforts today with the fight against Gorgon, hints of the herbs, food and drink from earlier...all of it is just a hint clearer to his senses, more vivid.

"Look forward to our time in the temple space," he mutters playfully, kissing her hair. "Finding our own spaces to explore and pleasure each other."

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"We do seem to be adept at such things."

Things are a bit brighter, more vivid for her too, though the drug isn't affecting her as much.

"Will be fun," she agrees, a slight purr in her voice. "Tempted to soak up your attention right here until we both fall asleep."

Skellig lifts the cup to his mouth - there isn't much left, so he downs the rest of it in a swallow - and then sets it aside.

"Like that idea," he says. "No desire to get on my knees, though," he quips. "So maybe now that both my hands are free..."

He wraps one arm loosely around her body, bringing his hand up to settle on her breast, kneading gently. "Could stay just like this for awhile?"

Kreyu finishes her own cup, sets it aside. "Love your hands one me," she whispers.

She gasps in pleasure as he gently kneads her breast. "Yes, just like this." Her hands reach backward, wanting to touch him.

"I have the very best husband," she purrs, slightly smug. "All to myself."

"All yours," he agrees, smirking gently. "And you are all mine. It is perfection."

Skellig draws one leg up to rest his inner thigh against the outside of her leg, giving her easier access to his skin. He is still quite relaxed and sated - an interesting effect of the moly, perhaps? But quite comfortable, and a different sense of arousal is humming beneath the surface of his senses.

(He wants to focus on the little things - his fingertips on her breast, her heartbeat in his ears, the way her breath hitches when he teases her nipple with a fingertip.)

"The things I will do to you when we are in the temple..." he muses softly. "The ways I will find to worship you, my most precious Goddess...the Ring Islands will be most grateful, when we are through with our rituals."

"Sweetest perfection," she breathes, tilting her head back to expose her neck. Her hand finds his thigh, traces delicate abstract patterns across his skin.

It COULD be the Moly, given that Skellig is neither human nor dragon, or the Moly in combination with what remains in his system from earlier. It's not doing much of anything for Kreyu, it never has, but she's quite content to enjoy these little things he's doing. She moans softly after her breath hitches as he teases a nipple. "Look forward to your worship, and to rewarding such worship thoroughly," she purrs.

Her voice drops low, wicked, tempting. "Should be able to have me in THAT dress at least twice. The Goddess at your mercy, perhaps? Or you at hers? Both?"

"I would like both, will have both," Skellig says, thoughtfully. "Would have my Goddess at my mercy, allowing me to pleasure her in all the ways that I desire and dream of, her in that dress beneath me..."

With her neck exposed, he shifts his body slightly and leans down to press his lips against her skin there, kissing along the side while he trails his fingertips down her throat.

"Crying out my name in ecstasy as I bring her to her release, her shouts echoing off the walls of that sacred space. Then I would turn myself over to her, let her do as she pleases with me. Maybe bind my wrists above my head, while she teases me in all the ways she knows make my knees quiver, my cock hard for her?"

She gasps as he kisses along her neck, trails his fingertips down her throat.

"All lovely plans to sate our appetites," she breathes. "Might dance for you, when I have you tied up, just a little appetizer. Won't make you come without my hands, my mouth, my cunt, will be too hungry for that."

"Watching you dance makes me nearly ravenous," he 'admits', though there is no shame in his words or tone. "Can drive me wild with just those hips of yours, the way you move through the room in front of me..."

A hard shiver runs down his spine and he laughs, a little surprised at just how visceral his reaction is to merely the image in his mind.

She laughs with him, pleased that it tempts him so and amused at the shiver down her own spine at the thought of him ravenous, watching her.

"I shall give you plenty of my hips, then," she promises.

Is he starting to feel a bit sleepy? Surely not.

"Hips, ass, all of it..."

Surely he is not feeling sleepy, when he has her right here in his lap, basically a puddle under his fingertips? Surely not. And that is definitely not a yawn that escapes him, and another shiver that threatens his spine.

"Never can get enough of you, full of desire always."

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"Might be time to rest, darling," she says when he yawns, voice soft. "Curl up in bed together for some sweet dreams."

Not that she wouldn't enjoy more touches, but rest is important!

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