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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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles, warm and slightly wicked. "Then I am the most fortunate of beings, for you are my greatest desire, Skellig."

She shifts her body slightly, beckons him with a crooked finger to come aboard the pile with her. "This is quite a comfortable place to talk about what pleasures we might experience together. Or not talk at all, if you'd rather."

Actions can speak much louder than words, after all.

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Actions do speak much louder than words - so he does not hesitate in the slightest when she invites him to join her. The pile of cushions, furs, and silks is quite luxurious! Possibly the softest bed that he can ever recall having been on - and yet, it does not swallow him whole, somehow. Interesting, how that works...

It is not quite a 'pounce' when he reaches her body, but he again does not hesitate in taking what he wants. In this case, it is a trail of kisses peppering over her body, eventually ending with his lips on her mouth.

"We might argue over who is the most fortunate between us," he muses. "Unless we can agree that the benefit is equal?"

Talking, however, takes up oxygen...which distracts from kissing her. Then again, it seems as if he can kiss her for longer than usual, without seeing the spots behind his vision...who needs to breathe, truly?

[brave_kreyu]

She presses her body toward his mouth as he kisses, and when his lips are on her mouth she returns the kiss with equal enthusiasm!

"Will gladly agree that the benefit is equal, if you keep kissing me," she quips. His kisses are so good, intoxicating. Why would anyone ever need to breathe, to stop sharing that sweet pleasure of kissing? Perhaps she can even press her body against his, greedy for contact, for MORE of him.

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"Won't stop kissing you," he promises. Nevermind that he has to stop - eh, not going to count four words muttered under his breath as a stop, he will just consider that a pause - to speak.

Their first kisses together were hesitant, tentative, a hint awkward. But not these. He knows what he's doing, now, what she wants, how she likes to be kissed. How she likes it when he claims her with his kisses, how she not-so-secretly loves it when he gets just a bit greedy, how it thrills her when his heartrate jumps in his chest and his breath comes in quiet pants as his lungs fight to catch up. Being wanted, desired, lusted after - those are all basic, primal needs, and he works hard to fulfill them when they are together like this.

[brave_kreyu]

He is so VERY good at fulfilling her needs, her desires. She kisses him hungrily, lovingly, eager to be claimed by the one she loves. Her heart pounds and she's panting too, lungs fighting to catch up.

She wraps her arms and legs around him, fingers roaming over his body as if she's painting him with her touch.

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"Touches feel...so very good," he mutters, when he finally is forced to pull his mouth away from hers, to allow his lungs to quiet down and quit screaming in protest - he is breathless but at the same time he is not exhausted, not wavering at the edge of darkness like he has been in the past. How strange that is!

"I want to touch you," he continues. "Everywhere."

As much as he does not want her to stop touching him, he will need her to quit so that he can be the one in control! Or at least, loosen up her grip a bit, so his hands can wander to her chest, cup her breasts in his palms, tease her nipples with his fingertips while his mouth roams her neck and throat.

[brave_kreyu]

"Good," she mutters, her own lungs protesting. She's not exhausted either, there is no dark or grey at the edges of her vision. Very strange, but she's hardly going to complain!

She does relax her grip with her arms and her legs so he can touch her all over as he pleases, her skin sliding over his as space opens up between them. Space for him to do lovely things with his hands!

She moans in pleasure as he cups her breasts, teases her nipples. "Yes, oh yes!" Her pulse thunders under his mouth, her skin so very warm and soft to his touch. "Want you to touch, to taste."

[27_53]

"Will do all of that," he promises. "All of it for you, my heart."

It would drive her wild if you could do all of it at once he thinks to himself. (Does she hear it? Perhaps.) If you could kiss her, taste her, work your hands over all of her body in unison. Tease her mouth, her breasts, her cunt all at the same time.

There is a shimmer, perhaps, out of the corner of his eye. Or perhaps that is the shift in the energy in the room, as he kisses at her throat. An additional presence - not a threat, not someone to fight. Familiar, with similar desires, and a rustle of wings as he (he? how can he be over there, when he is here in the bed?) approaches the pile of bedding.

[brave_kreyu]

He can feel the other presence, as he draws closer. His self in two places at once, perhaps? There is no fear from Kreyu at the other's approach, for he feels like Skellig to her senses. In this moment, it does not feel strange to her that they are three instead of two.

He can feel what the other feels, a ghost of sensation as they (he?) touches the silks as they reach the bedding. He does not need to speak to communicate with the other, to guide him. (It is perhaps slightly more complicated that directing each of his hands to do a different task.)

[27_53]

It is instinct, almost - because he (they?) have done this dozens of times before, brought her great pleasure and a plethora of sensations of delight, it is almost natural. Some small part of his mind, yes, does have to direct his attentions, but it is no more effort than simply thinking where he would like to be teasing and touching with his fingertips, what areas on her body he would like to work over with his lips and tongue.

So one set of hands remains at her breasts, one mouth on her neck, kissing and sucking gently.

The other settles on the bed beside her, opposite himself, and allows his hands to fall to her waist, fingers teasing across her hipbones, lips wandering over her stomach and abdomen with soft kisses - less intense than what is happening on her 'upper' half, as he lowers his head and lightly nips at her collarbone - but it makes sense to start slow...

[brave_kreyu]

Pleasure sparks down her spine as the other begins to tease, to kiss. "Really going to spoil me," she whispers as she catches his gaze, her eyes dark and violet starting to creep in. Little gasps, noises of pleasure, as he kisses and sucks, as he touches in ways meant to drive her wild.

She's quite flushed, aroused, already and he's hardly gotten started!

"Want to spoil you later, all of you," she moans as he sucks at a sensitive spot on her hipbones as he also sucks gently at her neck.

[27_53]

"Will allow you to spoil me, gladly." He says. "You'll know I'll enjoy it, every moment of your attentions."

One hand snakes to her midsection, teasing and tracing patterns around her belly button that were once marked with lines of henna; another hand wanders to the inside of her thigh, touching the sensitive patch of skin that he knows hides just above her knee. Another finds a nipple, as his mouth teases the skin on the inside of her wrist, humming melody he's heard somewhere before but can't recall the words...