OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 12

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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 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.

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"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."

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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?

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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.

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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.

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"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."

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"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.

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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.)

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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...

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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.

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"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...

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"Good," she purrs. She has tentative plans for how she'll please him, but it is so very hard to think when he's pleasing her like this.

Her skin shivers, shudders, under his touch, "So lovely," she breathes. Him, the pleasure building in her body, the universe, all could be what she means.

One hand threads itself through the hair of the him who is teasing her thigh and her belly, tugs ever so lightly in encouragement. Her other hand finds some of his feathers as he teases her wrist, feels her pulse pounding under his lips, so very warm and soft.

Will her tugging, her fingers in his feathers, tempt him to explore more of her? She knows she's wet enough for a finger or a mouth already, and she chuckles for a moment at her appetite before the sound turns into a groan of pleasure.

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Her appetite is one thing - but his is another. (Is it doubled, due to the effects of the moly, or whatever else he's had tonight? He can't tell for certain, and honestly... he doesn't seem to really care.) He wants her. He wants ALL of her, to claim her as his own.

"Don't want to take your breath away," he says, as he moves his attention back up to her throat, her jawline. "Thought about kissing you, letting my tongue wrestle with yours..."

And oh, would she want that! He knows it is something they both enjoy. "But had a better idea..." He keeps talking, kissing at her cheek, as his other self repositions himself between her legs. "Always wanted to know what your face looks like when I duck my head to taste you," he murmurs playfully, bringing his gaze to meet hers. "That first moment when I start to bring you pleasure..."

(Which, as if on cue - there will be no words from his 'other' self for awhile, as he ducks his head and gently teases her arousal with his mouth and tongue.)

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His appetite could be doubled, more ravenous than usual, but Kreyu certainly doesn't mind if that's the case!

She tilts her neck back, soaks up his attention, her hands still working to touch him, to hold. "Such wonderful ideas," she gasps. Her gaze and her mood are playful to match his at first. But then, oh then, his 'other' self teases her arousal with his mouth and his tongue. He'll hear her moan in pleasure, low, loud. He'll see bliss and lustful hunger roll over her like a tide. Her eyes are dark with arousal, the violet a thin ring. Her cheeks and lips are flushed red with blood, lips parted in moans and gasps of pleasure.

And through his 'other self', he can TASTE her at the same time, her arousal on his tongue as he rubs at her clit. Warm, soft, EAGER, as he explores with his lips, drives her pleasure higher. He can feel her tugging at his hair, a silent plea not to stop, as she begins to writhe a bit with pleasure.

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All of that is an incredible turn-on for him as well, not only is he able to watch her reactions but he can experience it through all his senses at the same time; hear her gasps and moans, her heartbeat as it hammers in her chest. Smell the way her scent changes as the arousal builds and her hormones kick into overdrive, her lust and want begging him for more. More touches, more kisses, more exploration with his mouth and his hands.

"Incredible," he mutters, voice thick with his own hints of desire and want in his tone. "You are Incredible. Feel so good, taste so good..."

Surely he won't quit what he's currently up to, but he doubts she will complain if he moves his mouth from her cheek to her chest, seeking out a nipple to tease with his lips? After all, she has two hands (he is enjoying this advantage with four) and can tangle her fingers into his hair with each of them, guide him where she wants him to go!

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The way his voice sounds pours fuel on the fire of her arousal. "Yes!" she growls as he teases a nipple with his lips. Her hand on him leaves his feathers, buries itself in his hair to guide him. "So good," she whines, writhing against his mouth.

He's sucking on her nipple and her clit at the same time, even slipping a finger inside the very edge of her cunt to rub teasingly. It would probably be too much in the waking world, but here it just builds ecstasy. She tugs on his hair in rhythm with his mouth. "Please, please. So good. Need you inside." Hands, mouth, cock, she's not feeling picky right now.

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Skellig has another idea - one he suspects will be equally as well recieved as their current 'situation' is! "Don't have to beg, my love," he teases. He (both of him) pauses briefly to allow for a bit of consideration (even in this dream, there has to be some logic that remains intact) and he shifts his body on the bed.

One of him (the one who was pleasing her clit with his mouth and hands) is waiting patiently, kneeling on the cushions with his hands resting on her thighs. While the other is readjusting his position to move behind her, wrapping his arms and legs around her slightly, bringing his wings forward to surround them.

He presses his lips to her ear, voice a low, teasing growl as he brings his hands to her breasts. (Due to the angle, there's a very slight hint of 'restraint' as he's holding her arms to her body, but not in a negative sense.) "There, now... now we can both watch me claim you... see how hungry I am, that look in my eyes?"

She'll clearly recognize the Look that he is giving her, as he slides his hands higher to her waist, leans in and brings his lips to her mouth, one hand moving between them to guide his cock inside her. "That's what you want, isn't it? That's what you need?"

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She leans back into him as he wraps his arms, legs, and wings around her. Oh, that growl, his lips to her ear, his hands on her breasts, all spur her desire to a raging inferno.

"So hungry," she agrees, holding the gaze of the one who is waiting so very patiently. "Want to sate your hunger, my hunger.

"Yes, need you, want you," she gasps against his mouth. "Oh, oh yes!" she moans as he fills her with his cock, slow and careful. The him who is behind her can feel the warm, wet, heat of her cunt wrapping around his cock just as well as the him who is actually fucking her. (Is he as hard as his 'twin', the Skellig behind her? Is his cock pressed against her body, feeling delicious friction as her body moves and is moved against him?)

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He most certainly is, and with the way that it seems as if every nerve ending in his body is extra sensitive right now, the friction between their bodies (all of them) is enough to make him (the one behind her, whose cock is pressed against the curve of her ass) groan loudly.

"Goddess...oh you are amazing," he gasps, breath catching in his lungs. But who needs to breathe? It is an afterthought, the tightness in his chest one he can revel in, that on-the-edge feeling when the world spins a bit around you.

"You will have me. Yours, I am yours." He laughs, a slightly punch-drunk, delirious sound that echoes in the space around them. "And I will have you, will have you, my beautiful... beautiful dragon queen."

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"You too," she gasps. The him in front of her pulls out of her, grins wickedly at the two of them, then rolls his hips as he sinks his cock into her again. The motion hits somewhere VERY lovely inside of her and provides the him behind her with some extra stimulation as she is pressed firmer against his cock, slides against it.

The him in front of her claims her mouth, kisses hard and deep, his hands trailing over her belly. She writhes in pleasure, deliciously 'pinned' between the two of him. "I won't last long like this," she whimpers as they break to breathe.

"Different, different position, could have you in my mouth and my cunt." She doesn't want to leave either of him unsatisfied!

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"Mmm, might last longer than you think," Skellig teases as he kisses her. "Could just give you a little boost of stamina..."

After all, they can trade Karma and Light back and forth when they have needed it before, and he is a healer by nature...yes, technically she does not need healing in this moment, but a brief surge of Light into her senses and her spirit, 'easing' some of that exhaustion in her body. It doesn't knock down her level of arousal, merely relaxes some of the tension that threatens to snap with her release.

"And we can change things up," the him in front of her says, as he pauses his motions to kiss at her jawline. "We'll have him scoot back a bit, you turn around and work at his cock with your mouth and I'll pick up where we leave off?"

It's an oh-so-innocent suggestion, but one neither of him think she'll argue against it.