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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[brave_kreyu]

She can't really manage words in response right now, but she keeps moaning, groaning, as she teases him with her mouth, as he fills her with his cock and teases her clit.

It's not long before she cries out, body tightening around him, orgasm tearing through her body like a blissful wave.

[27_53]

Oh, that is good. That is so very good, as she tightens around him, and it isn't long before he follows after her as she drags him over the edge, spilling into her as he thrusts eagerly to finish.

That feels incredible. There is something in the enhanced senses that allows him to feel just how good he's making her feel, the way the energy crackles and pulses through her body as that blissful wave of pleasure washes over her (and him) as she gasps and cries out, he (the one on his back) feels his own control slipping.

"Yes, Goddess yes..."

Everything is getting just a bit fuzzy around the edges, but he's not afraid...


Skellig isn't exactly sure when he wakes from the dream, but he feels himself rocked hard by his own orgasm, breath catching in his lungs as he whimpers and feels himself find his release. Everything is blurry in his vision, his face buried against her body, skin soaked with sweat and feathers stuck everywhere.

"Kreyu, Kreyu...Gods, love, yes love," he's rambling and his hands are shaking, his entire body feels like it's on fire - in a good way - as his nerve endings shudder with each hint of movement as he tries to catch his breath. Is she awake? He thinks she is, but then again, he doesn't know for sure.

[brave_kreyu]

She's awake, panting for breath, floating in afterglow, her body trembling in the aftermath of her own orgasm.

"I, that was, that was.." She laughs, drunk on pleasure, delight, a bit delirious.

[27_53]

Skellig is more than just a bit delirious as the blur begins to fade, her pleasured laugh spurring a similar sound from his lungs as his ragged breathing starts to settle into something a hint more 'normal'.

"...was...was something. Lots of...mmm."

He reaches his hands out for her body - his palms skimming her skin, almost a hint frantic as he works to touch her, feel her, ground himself to 'reality' as the friction causes him to whimper and groan a bit, hips rocking towards her in a faint echo of 'his' earlier movements.

[brave_kreyu]

She reaches for his hair to run her fingers through it.

"Vivid and strange, but sweet," she murmurs. She strokes his back with the hand that isn't in his hair, makes soothing sounds to bring them both back down.

[27_53]

"Felt...felt so real."

If he were not so very sure that he was safe here in this space (in her arms) he might feel more of an instinctual 'fight or flight' reflex kick in, as he comes back down. Everything is so very bright and loud, even with his eyes closed and his ears 'focused' on her heartbeat.

"This, this is real. This," he says 'firmly' (he is still very much feeling the effects of the moly and probably also the marijuana combined, so 'firm' is a bit of a stretch). "This, this is my mate."

[brave_kreyu]

"Felt very real," she agrees. She's never had moly affect her like THAT before!

"Your mate, your wife, your Kreyu," she murmurs.

[27_53]

After another few moments of catching his breath and allowing his energy and senses to 'settle', he finally feels confident in attempting to open his eyes - meeting her gaze with a look that is full of Light and love and so much else, intertwined together.

Safe here, with you.

He smiles again, and laughs a little under his breath.

"Made...made a bit of a mess," he mutters, apologetically.

[brave_kreyu]

Her gaze is warm, loving, full of Light.

Will keep you safe.

"A bit," she replies. "I don't mind." She kisses him softly on the forehead.

She chuckles. "Definitely never had anything like THAT happen before."

[27_53]

"I...I suspect perhaps our bond made the connection a bit more...solid."

He can still taste her arousal on his tongue, feel her body tight around his cock in response to 'his' worship, and it is pleasurable while still being just a bit strange.

"I mean, I have dreamed of you...of us..." he flushes slightly, she may not be able to see it in the pale moonlight that fills the room, but she'll likely sense it. "Many times before, but never...never like that...intense."

[brave_kreyu]

"That seems as likely an explanation as any," she replies. She blushes a bit herself. "I've dreamed of us too, but nothing THAT strong."

She nuzzles his neck, relaxing. "Still time to sleep, if you want to? Bit early to be up and about."

[27_53]

Bringing one of his wings up and around her, he is most grateful for the idea of snuggling a bit, and getting some actual sleep - not that their shared dream was not quite enjoyable! But his body could use the rest, and now that he is relaxed, it should be easier to obtain.

"Should at least try," he answers honestly. "With no need for an early morning, no sense in taking one."

[brave_kreyu]

"Exactly," she murmurs against his skin. "Will be plenty of early mornings once we're back in the village."

She snuggles just that little bit closer. "Love you, just as you are."

[27_53]

His initial response (aside from making sure their bodies are situated for maximum contact and comfort) is a sigh, content and full of happiness. It is a few moments of quiet before he speaks, voice soft.

"I've never doubted that," he says honestly. "But I am always glad to hear it."

[brave_kreyu]

"Then I will be sure to tell you often," she replies. She kisses his neck, soft and gentle.

"If your dreams when you are alone in my temple the night before the ritual are that intense... Well, I suppose we'll cross that bridge if we come to it."

[27_53]

"I wonder if our proximity to each other also aided in the intensity," he says, yawning. "Perhaps it will be different if you are not actually in the temple sleeping beside me."

Which...the thought of that is a bit strange, because there have been so few instances where they have not slept within arm's reach of each other. (Barring the times when she has been in dragon form, and it was for his own safety - but he was still nearby.)

"We will deal with it as it occurs."

[brave_kreyu]

"It could be," she allows.

"I may need to sleep in my dragon shape," she muses. "In this one, I do not know that I could sleep without you by my side."

She chuckles. "We may be taking a nap first thing after breakfast the day the ritual begins instead of more strenuous activities."

[27_53]

"If it is your ritual, then I would believe you are free to be worshipped by your Wise however you deem appropriate. And if that includes a nap..." He stretches his body slightly, sighing. "Then I would nap with you, gladly."

Sleep is pulling at him, but he is not quite there just yet.

He gently trails his fingertips in an idle circle against her skin. "I would not wish to keep you from rest, simply because I am not curled up beside you," he says softly. "Although I feel I would likely struggle without you with me as well."

[brave_kreyu]

"An excellent point, my love."

"Will try and reach for you, with my mind," she murmurs. "Might help both of us sleep, if our minds are touching as we drift off."

[27_53]

"Good plan," he agrees.

Which, speaking of drifting off - it is not long before he does just that, safe and content in her embrace. Thankfully, his dreams are quiet, his mind relaxed - and he will not make a total mess of their bed a second time!

[brave_kreyu]

They wake a little after sunrise, but are in no great hurry to get out of bed. Surely she can cuddle with her husband just a LITTLE longer?

One hand is idly stroking through his feathers, her eyes half closed. She makes a contented noise, pleased with the world for the moment.

[27_53]

There are things that they will need to do at some point today - a bath would be ideal, as would breakfast eventually. But other than that...Skellig knows that they have no critically pressing commitments, and he doubts that Koschei and Ajax will be 'free' anytime soon either.

(They all deserve a break, after yesterday!)

Yes, there will be chaos and confusion as the sun rises higher in the sky and the city awakens, but that is not their problem - and for as much of a 'healer' as Skellig may be, he is also aware that sometimes, self-care matters just as much.

His eyes are fully closed as she strokes his feathers, mind just barely awake, blissfully happy.

[brave_kreyu]

She's not sure how long they stay like that, her fingers stroking through his feathers, but it's nice.

Eventually, her body protests, begins to make demands that will require getting up, bathing, devouring something OTHER than Skellig.

She shifts her weight, stretches.

[27_53]

At some point as she's stroking his feathers, he drifts back off into sleep and naps a while longer in the early morning hours - it is only when she shifts her weight and stretches that he stirs.

And even that is minimal movement, on his part.

Grunting quietly, he burrows his face into a pillow and tugs the blanket over his shoulder and wing, burying himself back into their bed with a sigh. He doesn't want her to move, but he won't stop her.

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles softly, amused, at his burying himself in the bed. She's quiet, careful, as she gets out of bed. She had the forethought last night to set a basin of water by the dying fire last night, so it is warm-ish for washing up. Washing with a cloth and a basin is not as luxurious as a bath, but it will do.

There ARE baths available here, but only of the communal, everyone in one big pool, variety. Neither she nor Skellig have dared to try them yet. She wipes her skin with a wet cloth and some soap, cleaning her body for a new day.