Sex Dream (Open/Especially to Sai)

[Sira]

MATURE CONTENT WARNINGAhem.. So yeah, this is a sex thread. Don't look at it if you're under age. Timestamp: 14th of Fall, 511 AV Sira was flying high through the clouds. It felt oh so good, the wind whipping through her feathers and the cool moisture in the air from the clouds wetting her body ever so slightly. White tendrils of cloud reached up to her as she flew past, caressing her beak, moistening her golden feathers. Sira landed upon a cloud, which felt so soft and cool to the touch, and she shifted into her human form. Sira had no fear of falling, the sky was her home, and the clouds would support her no matter her form. In the distance she spotted Mount Skyinarta, penetrating the clouds even at this height. Perched on it's peak was a wind eagle, Catabasis. On the eagle's back, nestled in his feathers, was the naked and glistening form of Sairque. She beckoned to Sira and Sira came. The clouds lifted her onto the eagles back and sat her down next to the mysterious flight leader. She was beautiful just as her sister was, though in a different way. Sai was fierce. She was commanding. The moisture of the clouds caused beads of water to drip down Sai's face. Sira watched as a droplet fell from her chin, landing between her delicious breasts and slowly trickling down, down. It was caught in her belly button, and Sira bent to lick it out, taking a belly shot off the flight leader. Catabasis took off, diving down through the clouds, but for all his movement neither Sai nor Sira were jarred from their place on the eagle's back. Sai placed her hand upon the kelvic's head as she sucked the water, which tasted like sweet wine, from her navel and gently pushed her lower. Sira happily obliged as her tongue skillfully worked its magic about the tender sensitive flesh between the flight leader's legs. Sai moaned and arched back, lifting her hips off the eagle's feathered back. The eagle swooped down over thunder bay, skimming the choppy water. A wave splashed over the two women, drenching their naked bodies in salt water. Sira's wet hair clung to to her back as she lifted her head and began kissing and nibbling her way up Sairque's body until she reached her neck. There she sucked, drawing a slight gasp of pain as the blood that collected there turned her skin a shade of purple. The scene switched and they were in a room. Sira was on her knees, her hands bound behind her back. Sai was dressed in leathers and had a small whip, which she cracked as she beckoned Sira forward. Sira crawled toward the flight leader like the obedient endal she was and Sai took her chin in her hand. "You've been a bad endal, haven't you Sira? You need to be punished." Sai cracked the whip again and pushed Sira backwards over her knees. The whip cracked down, striking her nipples, and Sira cried in pain. But it was a good pain. Sai straddled her and bent down, biting the kelvic's lip and shoving her tongue inside the kelvic's mouth. Their tongues met like two dancers and performed a sexy samba in their mouths. Sira sucked the air from Sai's lungs, breathing deep of her until Sai had to let go to take a breath of her own. The flight leader stood and yanked Sira up by the rope around her neck, dragging her to her feet. Sira stumbled along behind Sairque as she was led to the bed, where Sai shoved her down face first onto the sheets. The whip cracked down on her ass and Sira squealed as it left long red marks where it struck. Sai straddled the kelvic and yanked up her head by her hair, bending over her and locking her lips once again with Sira's. Sai's other hand reached behind her, sliding down the cheek of her ass and down between her thighs until it reached the moist, tender flesh between her legs. Sira moaned in pleasure as the flight leader's fingers worked their magic, penetrating and massaging her from the inside. Her entire body began to tingle, from her toes to her fingers, and Sira's breathing became harder and harder. Just when she thought she could take no more the scene changed again. Sira licked her lips, staring down at the naked endal beneath her. All around them were pillows filled with soft eagle feather's, and Sira grabbed one and smashed it into Sai's face. The pillow exploded and showered them both in feathers which stuck to their moist skin. Sai reached up and grabbed Sira by the shoulders, pulling her down to meet her lips. Their mouths locked and Sira's tongue danced with Sai's. Her hand's roamed the naked endal's body, cupping her breasts, grabbing her arms, scratching them passionately. Their hips pressed together, grinding back and forth. Neither noticed that they were now on a bed in the middle of the courtyard of the sky, right in the open for everyone to see, and neither would have cared. The pleasure Sira as their bodies grinded against each other was too much for her to worry about onlookers. They could join in for all she cared, so long as the dream never ended. For that is what it felt like, a dream. Nothing real could have felt that good, but it didn't even matter. Sira broke away from Sai's lips and arched her back, her hands touching the hard stone floor behind her as Sai continued to pleasure her. Up in the sky she saw the clouds, waiting for her to return. OOCSo the purpose here is for Sira to have a crazy sex dream about Sai and for Addy to get pissed about it. ..but being that it is Dreamscapes, anyone can join. Especially Sai. So if you've ever wanted to have sex with Sira... Here's your chance. >.>

[Ronan]

Three nights after the fires in Endrykas, Ronan found himself in a peculiar dream. His head was in a funny place, and he found himself walking in a bright and airy courtyard. Everything was transient, like his eyes would fall upon one thing, and within a twist of the head, it had changed again. In the centre was a bed. A soft, white bed. And on top... Ronan blinked. He turned away, hoping this was just another transient thing. Heat flushed in his cheeks as he realised what he had just seen. His face grew even redder when he turned around to see the scene unchanged. Two figures were wrapped around each other, entwined in their heated passions, unaware of what was going on around them. Ronan stood, and felt compelled to watch. His head turned to watch them on the bed, and heat rose in the lower parts of his body. Dream and reality melded into one... it had been so long.... oh by the sacred web, it had been so darned long. One moment he was standing watching. The next his clothes had vanished and he was striding towards the bed. OOCMy first time doing this "sort" of writing lol - please forgive me!

[Sira]

The Chavena was a large and mysterious place, a realm where minds often touched but usually only those that were close to one another, physically and emotionally. But there were times when stranger's chavi would coil around one another even as far away as the windswept plains of Cyphrus, though to a realm as large as the realm of dreams such distances were miniscule in comparison. And when such minds touched one another the reaction was an instant, one might even say violent, reaction. The Sairque of Sira's dreams was nothing but the dream manifestation of some inner lust Sira held in the depths of her mind, but she was not real, she was not Sai's chavi touching Sira's. When Ronan's mind wrapped around Sira's and worked it's way, accidentally or intentionally, into her dreams Sira's own mind knew it. Ronan's desires influenced her dream as did Sira's own desires, and their lust merged to become a new dream of their own creation. Sai became an afterthought, though she still remained a part of the dream, as Ronan's real chavi was far more attractive, far more desirable than the Sai of Sira's own creation. But... Ronan enjoyed what he saw, and his enjoyment worked its way into Sira's actions. She leaned back, her hair dangling behind her, her glistening breasts pointed skyward as her back arched in convulsions of pleasure. Sira leaned back down over the imaginary flight leader, lips locking passionately and their breasts pressing into one another. Sira broke away from Sai's lips and moved to her breasts, sucking and licking her nipple as he flightleader moaned in ecstasy. Sira worked her way down lower, biting the bottom of the breast and sucking hard until she left a mark. Sai clawed at Sira's back, still moaning in pain and pleasure, and Sira moved back to the flight leader's lips. Her hair fell over their faces, concealing their lips and tongues from view, but their bodies rubbed together in a most erotic way. Sira rolled, and when she landed on her back she actually found herself standing, her body pressed close to Ronan's, their faces just parting as if they had kissed, and they were now in Sira's bedroom in her old aerie rather than in the middle of the Courtyard of the Sky. Both of them were clothed once more, an affect of Sira's desires. She liked to undress her men. Sira reached with her right hand and slid it up Ronan's shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his abs and chest beneath, and licked her lips. She pulled the man in close, cradling her head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his warm, grassy scent, so different from the scent of the mountain. Sira's arms slipped around his waist and pulled on the hem of his shirt from behind, pulling it up and over his head. She shirt was tossed aside as Sira ran her hands down his chest and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. She didn't know this stranger's name, and his looks were so different than any man she had ever been with. She could feel his hard desire in the bulge under the fabric of his pants as her hands stroked his penis through the clothing and Sira darted her tongue in and out his mouth. Sira moaned with desire. She wanted it so bad, she wanted him so bad. She could feel that he wanted her too, and it would have given her no small pleasure to tear off his clothes and let him fill her right then and there, but neither mind had any real control over their own dreams and dreams would do as they pleased. Sira continued to kiss the man, this stranger from another land, and dream-Sai joined them from behind, kissing the man's neck as her hands slipped down his pants to pleasure him as Sira's dream would allow her not. Although technically she must have wanted in that way, otherwise why would her dream be taking it's time with things? OOCFeel free to manipulate Sira and dream-Sai as you please. This is our dream now, not just Sira's. Both minds influence it. Word Count678 Words

[Ronan]

If this had been in the waking world, Ronan would not have been able to control himself. He hadn't been... touched... by a female since Siyana. And that was forever ago. And now two women were around him, tearing off his clothes, touching him in places that had become forgotten. He was blushing intensely, and in this dream world he was sure his face was as red as the burning sun. He found himself touching the red haired woman in front of him, hands on her breasts. And she touched him back, female flesh on his. He trembled. She was beautiful. Dreams could shift quickly, to the whim of the out of control mind, and that was when Ronan found himself on top of her, pinning her to the ground. He hadn't moved, yet the dream had changed their positions instantaneously. He was hard below, hard and warm. A sensation like no other, and he wondered how he could have lived so long without the lust inside him. He reached for her breasts again, and she clawed at his back. He slid his fingers against her, shaking. And then suddenly cool rain began to fall onto his back. The Chavena was an odd place...

[Sira]

Sira wasn't thrown off by the sudden shift, it seemed a most natural thing to her and her mind didn't even give it a moment’s thought. The kelvic closed her eyes and lifted her waist, pressing it against Ronan's naked crotch, wanting him to waste not time and begin already. She was ready for him, more than she had ever been for a man, staring up at the man with strange colored hair and tattoos that reminded her of the sky. He was mysterious, he was different, he was like no Inartan man she had ever been with for he was not from the mountain, but a far away and vastly different land of grass and horses and birds that cannot fly but deadly as a wind eagle. Sira could not imagine what sort of place that was, for she knew little of the outside world, but she imagined whatever place he was from to be grand and full of beautiful and exotic men and women just as was he. Finally she would take it no longer, their dreams were done playing with them, and in her impatience Sira reached down and guided him in herself. He was so warm, so hot and hard, Sira yelped in pleasure as he entered her. He was large too, larger than most men she had been with though whether or not this was a trait of the drykas or a manifestation of one of the pairs dream mind was not known, or perhaps known only to the drykas himself. Sira’s mouth fell open as he thrust in and out of her, her head rolling to the side as she let out a moan of pleasure. Her dream providing her with the best she had ever experienced, she was not disappointed in Ronan’s skill as a man. Sira’s head rolled back to center and she stared at him, watching the muscles of his abdomen flex as he pushed in deeper than any man before and out tauntingly slow or sometimes fast. Sira reached out with both hands and let them feel his waist, his abs, as they worked to fill her with pleasure. She held on and rubbed them softly, enjoying the rippling feeling of the tensed muscles. Inside her she felt his warmth grow, though she hoped it wasn’t a sign of climax, but just an increasing passion. Sira pulled his face down to hers and locked their lips together, her tongue darting into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his back pulling his chest down close to hers until her breasts pressed into his, their nipples rubbing against each other as he awkwardly moved back and forth, still filling the endal with more pleasure than she could imagine. Or apparently not, since the entire dream was imaginary. Sira held that position for only a moment before they shifted once again, they were now standing, and he was behind her just about to enter her once more. Sira had her hands pressed against the bed as she leaned over it and once again she gasped when he thrust hard inside her. His hips smacked against her ass as he pumped harder and harder, faster and faster, and Sira let out a wail of pleasure. Sira didn’t always like being taken from behind, but this man could do no wrong in her dream and the sound of their bodies clashing over and over as he rammed her harder and harder turned her on in a way she hadn’t thought possible. Sira stood up a bit more straight, forcing him to continue with more upward motions rather than straight forward, and let her hands slide behind her back and his as she loosely tried to press him up against her body. His arms wrapped around her as well, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples until Sira impatiently reached up and guided one hand down between her legs. It wasn’t until he started pleasuring her there as well that Sira did lean back down and make it easier for him to continue, though not by much since she still held his hand in place forcing him to bend over as he thrust. Sira didn’t care though, she wanted it and it was he who was getting the treat of tasting her body, so Sira would have him pleasure her in any way she wanted. After a while she let him stand straight and the pounding began once again, more furiously, until Sira was no longer holding herself up but leaning on the bed by her chest, her head turned to the side as she reached down with one hand and did the job the man’s hand wasn’t able to do itself. He had one hand on her back, pressing her down into the bed, while another hand held the cheek of her ass to give him support. And all the while Sira moaned in pleasure, wanting the night to continue on forever, dreading the moment that she knew would eventually come but secretly desiring that final moment of climax and the ecstatic scream of ultimate conclusion. The dream that was Sai had vanished, and it was just Sira and Ronin, the bed was large and plush and the two naked bodies worked together in perfect harmony. Sira, her red hair splayed on the bed, her body bent over the edge, and Ronin, standing tall as his hips thrust forward and back and forward again. The smacking sound as their bodies collided with each other filled the room and the halls outside, and the entire scope of their dream together. Sira wondered briefly where Addy was, and why she wasn’t there to enjoy this god of a man with her, but that thought passed by only a brief instant as she was taken to a new height of pleasure by the man behind her. She could feel her body tensing, feel the muscles between her legs tightening, and she could feel with more sensitivity than ever before the man that was inside her. Sira’s scream was orgasmic, her hands reaching out to claw the bed. “Don’t stop! Harder, faster!” She hoped that he would oblige, that he would continue through her climax and not finish himself so that she could have many more climaxes to come. Sira gripped the sheets with a passionate fury and moaned again as he continued to pump into her. Eventually her body relaxed, and the continued motion of the man behind her left her trying not to giggle. She hoped that he would not take the laughter the wrong way and stop, for she was only giggling because every slight movement felt so good that she could barely take it. Sira closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased with her, completely satisfied at that moment, and even if it did end there and she woke from her wonderful dream she would not feel despair, but only elation that she could have had such an experience with such a man, even if it was all just a dream. Word Count1180

[Ronan]

Ronan fought embarrassment away as he thrust into her, pleasure cradling his body. She moaned in pleasure, and he rubbed his fingers at her nipples, touching her breasts as he did so. And then suddenly he was behind her. Shock emanated through his body. This was... shameful. The Drykas did not take their women like dogs! Yet what he thought made little difference to the whims of the Chavena. This dream like world... so surreal, yet so powerful, his body a force unto itself. He was moving faster and harder, this red haired beauty crying out to him. The moment lasted forever, but then the scene was changed again. They were on the bed, walls appearing around them. Yet this time he was below, the woman on top. He pulled her onto his member, and she began to ride him. That's better... His eyes widened. What... what was that? Did I think that? Could I...? He felt a little scared, as this world became out of control. But here he was. His hands stroking her pale flesh as she moved up and down, face contorted in pleasure. Her own hands rubbed at his body. Am I more muscular than usual? And that wasn't the only difference. His windmarks were more prominent than usual, almost glowing in the strange amber light of this world. His eyes were locked only on her though. By the God's she was beautiful... exotic to him, since he had never left the Cyphrus Grasses. He watched her breasts move with her body, he watched her breathing rise, her passion growing into a furious flame. Surely he would have finished now? The excitement, the fluttering in his heart. This experience with a woman... so new, so foreign. Yet the call for release was so faint and distant. This was not reality. This was something else entirely. What had brought him to this place? His dreams were always so vivid, but not so... sexual. Never had he dreamt of women like this. Siyana's death had changed him, and he had noticed female's less and less. But recent events had begun to hint at his lust. His meeting with Khiara came to mind... "What is your name?" he asked in between breaths, her lovers zone colliding with his own hard penis. His voice was echoey, and he began to smile at her, tensions fading away.

[Sira]

Sira was on top, her back arched and her hair dangling behind her as she bobbed up and down on the man beneath her. The moment of climax had already come for Sira, but she felt it building again in this new position and she couldn’t wait. Her breasts bounced with every thrust of the man’s hips, and glistening sweat covered her entire body causing her to almost glow. Sira leaned forward and stared down at the man once more appreciating the view of his chest and the tattoos unlike any she had ever laid eyes on before. He was so handsome, so exotic, so not of Wind Reach. Somewhere in the back of Sira’s mind it reminded her that she wanted to travel one day, as horrifying as that thought might sound to her, even if only for short periods of time. Sira wanted to see men like this in person, to see other cultures, to share her body with people and races that she had never even heard of. It wasn’t just about sex, but with a dream like this her mind could only relate her desires to one thing, though Sira would certainly enjoy sleeping with strange men while on the road. She wasn’t a slut, that’s just how many of the women of Wind Reach were. They enjoyed their bodies, and enjoyed sharing with others. Sira rocked back and forth, sliding all the way down onto the man, enjoying the feel of his full length inside her. Sira closed her eyes and simply enjoyed it, letting him spend himself in her no matter how long it would take. She didn’t want it to end, but she knew he likely wouldn’t be much longer. His hands were all over her, so strong, and calloused from gripping the reins of his horse. It reminded her of the hands of a young endal she had once made love to, still new to flying that he gripped the reins constantly for fear of falling off. A grin swept across Sira’s face and she reached down, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it down between her legs so he could pleasure her doubly. Sira leaned back until her hands touched the sheets of the bed to support herself, only her labored breathing signifying the pleasure she felt as both his hand and his penis did their job. Was she using him? Probably. Would she even remember his face after that night? Probably not. He was just a body to her, but she would remember him even if she didn’t care to know who he was, she would remember the experience and Sira knew he would remember her too. And then, between labored breaths, he voiced a question. “What is your name?” The pleasured sounds coming from Sira’s mouth stopped, and she ceased to move with the man, only the force of his hips thrusting upward causing any motion in her body at all. “No…” Their entire world began to shake, as if they had been struck by a sudden and violent earthquake. Sira sat up straight, no longer enjoying the feel of the man inside her, and quickly rolled off. “Why would you ask that?” The world continued to shake, and cracks began to form in the ceiling. “Why would you ruin a perfect moment with a stupid question like that!?” Suddenly it was very hot, and the room around them was in flames. The world continued to shake as Sira backed away, somehow maintaining her balance and avoiding the flames all at once as they closed in on the bed. “Why did you have to do that!?” Sira was gone, and all around Ronan the flames closed in and the world continued to shake. As the dream began to fall apart the roof started to cave in around him, though in a sense it was a good thing because it smothered some of the flames. Sira was already long gone, and back in the real world her body was just sitting bolt upright. Her mind had already disconnected from the Chavena and Ronan’s own Chavi, and they would probably never see one another again. Ronan’s mind might decide to save his dream, or it would finish crumbling around him. Whatever happened, any Sira he saw after that point would simply be a figment of his own imagination, and no figment could compare to sharing a dream with a real soul. Sira herself would never suspect that Ronan had been anything other than her own mind’s creation, she would never suspect that she had touched the Chavi of another being so far away. Her only regret was that the dream had ended before she climaxed again. OOCSorry, I might have gone longer, but it felt right to end it there. I had fun with this, hope you did too. Once you post an exit I’ll go ahead and submit it for grading, see if we get any lores from this. Word Count786

[Ronan]

When he asked the question, her face changed, and her skin grew transparent. Slowly, the red haired woman began to disappear in front of his eyes. The very fabric of this dream world was tearing, ripping. Everything collapsed in on itself, and Ronan was thrown backwards, suddenly cold and clothed. The Chavena pulsed, as if trying to expel him. His mind grew cloudier, and when he tried to think of what had just happened he found himself struggling. A bone white light bleached the world around him, and he was thrown again. He woke with a start in his tent, shooting up from the bedroll. Icy cold sweat touched his skin, and intangible memories taunted him. Everytime he thought he could grab a hint, the memory moved further away. He knew the dream had been vivid, but he could not remember anything else. Shaking his head and sighing, he put his head back down to the floor, the Chavena singing soothingly. END

[Halcyon]

Sira


Experience

Lores

• Dreaming of Sex upon a Wind Eagle’s Back
• Sex with a Stranger via Dream
• Sairque’s Anatomy
• Sairque the Dominatrix
• Ronan: Ruined the Moment

Ronan


Experience


Lores

• Sex with a Stranger via Dreams
• A long time since I’ve Been with a Woman.
• Clothes pulled a Houdini
• Was it something I said?
• Watching Ladies Have at It = Perving

Despite the fact that sex scenes can be written very raunchy and awkward, this was quite aesthetic. Very pleasing to read (and not in a perverted way.) I was waiting for Sairque to join in, and she never did though. Sad ): Maybe next time! Here's your lores!!