OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 12

[brave_kreyu]

They wind up staying two full cycles of the Moon with Tyr's tribe.

Time enough to learn the various dances, share recipes, race through the Teeth, make friends, share stories, BELONG.

It might even be enough time for Skellig to sort out how he feels about being among other people with wings!

Tyr clasps Skellig's forearm in farewell. "I would call you my brother, if you would permit it?" he says, voice soft.

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

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."

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

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."

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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?"

[brave_kreyu]

"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."

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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."

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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?"

[brave_kreyu]

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."

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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?"

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"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?"

[brave_kreyu]

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."

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"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.

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"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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Skellig huffs a protest - but it's mild at best - and slides his hands up to cup her breasts in his palms, whining under his breath at the prospect of sleeping in this moment.

"But you feel so very nice," he mutters playfully, pressing a kiss to her jawline. "Know I should, but don't want to move, 'cept to touch you."

(For as much as he's protesting, he won't argue the subject, especially if she pulls him along to bed with her.)

[brave_kreyu]

She makes a pleased sound as he cups her breasts. "Could carry you?" she offers. "You wouldn't have to move, that way. Then you could touch, feel me, in our bed?"

She grins. "Wrap yourself around me, dream of all the ways you'll make me cry out in pleasure after we've had a nap?"

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"Mmm, but if you carry me, I'll have to let you go..."

It is like every inch of his skin suddenly has extra nerve endings, because when he touches her it is as if tiny, bright flashes of energy crackle towards his core - these hands have mapped her body dozens, hundreds of times, but never has it felt quite like this beneath his touches.

His sigh is slightly dramatic as he shifts beneath her, presses a kiss to the back of her shoulder.

"...will wrap myself around you in our bed."

[brave_kreyu]

She picks him up, careful, carries him to bed. She smiles at him as they settle, pull the blanket over them. She's happy to be HIS body pillow tonight, let him wrap himself around her however he pleases.

She touches him now, touch meant as much to soothe as to give pleasure. "Feels good, you wrapped around me like this."

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"I would hope it does," Skellig says playfully, nuzzling his face lightly against her shoulder, pressing his lips against her skin. "Because it feels good to me too. Everything is...is just...louder," he adds. "But not overwhelming. I can hear all of it, all that I want to hear."

He snuggles into her body, and it is not long before his breathing evens out and he relaxes into sleep, and into a dream - a shared dream, that they will find themselves in together.

It is somewhere that is perhaps the temple? Perhaps the Lair? It is familiar in some senses, but in other areas, not so much - but Skellig does not seem to mind not knowing fully where he is. All that matters is that she is there as well, and she is looking at him like that.

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm glad it's not overwhelming you," she says, nuzzling him back. She had been worrying a bit about what effects it might have on him!

She's sprawled on a pile of silks, cushions, and furs, naked, giving him her most sultry look. (There is a platform of some kind under all of the bedding. It might be an altar, it might be the bed platform in the Lair. It might even be changing its nature from time to time, as things in dreams sometimes do.)

"What is your desire, hm?" she asks, her voice a low purr.

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"I have many desires," Skellig says, as he stalks slowly closer to her in the 'bed', the hunter making his way towards his prey. "Many things that I wish to do with you, many pleasures I wish to experience together..."

His knees hit the edge of the pile and he pauses, bracing his hands against the edge.

"But my main desire, my greatest desire...is simply you."