Caught In the Buff (Sira, Hadrian)

[Ricky Maze]

Caught In the Buff Fall 36th, 512 AV The sky was clear with not a single cloud to ruin the mood as Ricky stood upon deck, the star's decorating the night with illuminous constellations that all made this trip worth it. Ricky was sailing aboard a vessel, destination unknown, as the sea brought the salty mist upon him. The ship was large enough to be manned by a full crew but there was no need, Ricky was perfectly content with him being alone. Navigating wasn't easy as in the real world he knew next to nothing, but in his Zeltivan heart he was a true sailor...just without a sail. As he took in the sea and air for a few more bell's he let a grin of content go, letting the water's of his spirit run free within the rest of the dream. The breeze kicked up with a wave that smashed onto the bow of the ship, flying up within the air as it came crashing down on Ricky. 'Yes the sea is great.' He thought as the ship slowly began to halt, there was no anchor to keep it in place but there was also no need. In this dream the vessel was alive and part of him, how he felt this connection he wasn't really known. Convinced that he should see to his quarter's, Ricky began to head in for a quick look at his maps....

[Sira]

The gentle rocking back and forth roused her from the depths of sleep into the vivid land of dreams. In the real world Sira might have thought it odd to suddenly find herself naked and stowed away beneath a bed on what she could only assume was a pirate ship. In her dream, however, this seemed as normal as anything, and her mind instantly knew the plot, even if it didn’t bother fully explaining all the events that led to the moment she currently found herself in. She was hiding in a cabin aboard a large ship somewhere out at sea. Her absence of clothes didn’t really matter, she was a kelvic afterall, but the important part was she was hiding beneath a bed and nobody knew she was down there. Wherever she was trying to go, or why she was hiding.. that wasn’t important either.

Though she did not know it, Sira’s chavi and the chavi of another soul touched that night and their dreams became one. It wasn’t the first time this had happened to Sira, but again she didn’t actually know it had ever happened, but dreams such as these were always more intense. The characters made up by her own imagination could not be as vivid or complete as that of a real person’s chavi, and just as in the last dream, when she saw the her dream-mate for the first time her mind was instantly drawn to him.

When Ricky walked into the room Sira found she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was quite attractive, and that combine with her mind’s natural inclination to pay more attention to a real person than one it made up for itself, Sira found herself quite enthralled. But instead of rolling out from under the bed and leaping on top of him, Sira hunkered down and tried to remain silent. Their story wasn’t ready for that yet, and Sira’s mind was telling her that this man was the captain of his ship. He would likely be cross if he found a stowaway aboard, and Sira couldn’t imagine what unsavory things he might do to her if she were discovered. So he tried to remain as still and silent as possible while he walked about his cabin, doing whatever it was captains did while they were alone.

Sira was only able to get a good look at him when he first walked through the door, but once he was inside he was too close for her to see anything but his boots and the lower half of his legs. There were a few times when he came dangerously close to the bed, and Sira feared discovery, but then he would walk away. It seemed her hiding place was going to work out, and Sira wouldn’t be discovered after all.. but that was boring, and Sira didn’t have boring dreams.

At just the right moment Sira breathed in, and a whiff of dust went up her nose. The sudden tickling sensation made her eyes widen with fear, and Sira put her finger to her nose in an attempt to keep herself from sneezing. She took a few sudden, deep breaths, and then a long slow one, and she thought that she had managed to stop the sneeze. And then, as soon as she thought she would be okay, she sneezed.

”Aaachoo!” The sneeze was followed immediately by a whispered, ”Petch,” And then another silent, mental petch for having whispered out loud.

Sira froze, her eyes locked on the pair of boots attached to the legs attached to the rest of the man that she could not see, mere inches away from the bed under which she hid. Even if he had not heard her whispered exclamation, there was no way the man had missed her sneeze. It wasn’t like there were any other sounds on the boat, save for his own footsteps and the sound of waves gently sloshing against the outside of the ship. Oh, he heard her, and Sira laid there naked and frozen in place beneath the bed, waiting to be discovered.

[Ricky Maze]

When Ricky had entered his chambers he would have been in awe if the this was all real, but alas once again he knew that once again it was all bound to be a dream. Convincing as this dream was he felt quite glad it was like this, being the captain of a spirit guided ship was real fascinating. Even more so seeing as how he looked the part, for the boots and clothes he wore were not his, but that of a real sailor; a ship captain no less. Oh yes he did indeed feel like the captain, for when he went to the table he gazed upon the maps. Oddly enough the paper and chart was a blank, just like his mind, all destination unknown. This was a place of uncharted waters for him, and he loved it. Beside the maps was a feathered pen and inkwell, and to his astonishment a bottle. The neck long and skinny while the body round and plump, a bronze liquid rested with that he felt was oddly familiar. Taking the bottle and popping off the cork with a thoink, he drank out of it like he was parched. The sweet taste of alcohol burned his throat as it went down, cleansing his mind of it's thoughts and casting a hazy buzz that loomed within. He drank about half in one endless gulp. Wiping his mouth with a sigh he sat the bottle down, drawing near the bed as he looked outside the window. The sea stretching endlessly on the horizon, meeting with the stars as they botb became one. "Aaachoo!" He heard a sneeze carry out from under the bed, his first reaction to give a friendly grin and say "Bless ya." After a moment though he realized that bed's didn't sneeze. His face slightly frowned in curiosity as his eyes dropped to the floor below. "Wait a second." He knelt down to find the greatest unexpected surprise of all. A stowaway was onbard....a naked stowaway nonetheless. She had firey red hair that was wild as the sea itself, her eyes wild and golden like a pirates treasure. "Eh. What in bubblin' barnicles are ya doin' down their?!" He exclaimed as he extended a hand, hoping that she would take it and not shy away. She seemed friendly enough for a naked woman, but what in Mizahar was she doing under his bed?

[Sira]

Sira remained frozen, almost as if she were a statue. Ricky might have known that he was in a dream, but Sira’s mind didn’t register it as dream or reality, it just was. She had been in so many strange situations that she no longer questioned her reality, she simply accepted it until it changed. And right now her reality that she was hiding on a ship under a bed, with the captain standing right next to her, and she had just sneezed.

Sira watched as the boots turned around, and tried to remain as still as possible until the face appeared and began questioning her. The kelvics eyes went wide, and Sira quickly rolled out from under the bed and jumped to her feet, backing against the wall. Oh, she was a friendly kelvic most of the time, but the dream called for her to be scared and confused.

”I.. I don’t know why I’m here.. I just woke up, and here I was. I.. I assumed you were a pirate. Please don’t hurt me.”

Clearly the girl was confused and afraid. She obviously needed someone to comfort her, and Ricky was the only one in the room to do it. Normally Sira wouldn’t have been the scared, innocent girl.. but then again, she could have been acting. Or maybe it was simply the dream making her play the innocent role, but Sira was anything but a scared innocent girl in real life. More likely the kelvic was intentionally trying to make the man feel sorry for her. Better to catch him off guard if he turned out to be a violent type, though Sira hoped that he was not.

Of course, Sira having jumped to her feet gave Ricky a full unobstructed view of the stowaway, and Sira was quite the beautiful woman. She didn’t appear to notice the fact that she was standing naked in front of the strange man, but again, it may just be all part of the act. As a kelvic, Sira didn’t think there was anything strange about nudity, but the way she was standing did seem to conveniently show off all her best qualities. Again, she would rather catch the man off guard while he was appreciating the view, than let him hurt her because he was fully focused. Perhaps her most unique feature, however, was the gentle glow in the palm of her hand. This wasn’t just any stowaway, she was marked by a goddess. What she was doing on his ship? Well.. she didn’t even know that, but for all Sira played the innocent girl, Priskil rarely chose people who couldn’t fend for themselves.

[Ricky Maze]

There she was full blown naked, the woman completely aware of them two being alone. God's above she was damn beautiful, physically fit and toned with an impressive bossom. Ricky would usually look away in a manner of respect but her, he just couldn't pull his eyes away. What was this dream suppose to be about? Why in the world did she appear naked? So beautiful and wild she appeared, like an animal alert of a predator drawing near. She no doubt saw him as that predator right now, being all alone with a man in the room does that. He wasn't sure how he'd explain what he thought was going on, just that his first instinct was a duel between comfort her or.... No he would fight that urge to his limit, he wouldn't fall to the call of the wild that he felt. His natural nature towards approaching her was thown off, being drunk in a dream could do that too you. 'Ooh, there's an idea.' He calmly reached for the bottle of rum, his posture relaxed in a hope to help ease the woman's wariness. Damn she was beautiful, even with- wait what was that? That strange glow on her hand? A mark of some sort? He wasn't at all familiar with the marks Gods and Goddesses grant, nor did he tend to bother. Threshold of Revelation. The thought crossed through Ricky as he remembered this from before, yet he knew not what this revelation relatively was. Only that he had to calm her down before speaking to her, slowly he approached the bed she stood on to get away. Holding his hands in front to show he wasn't going to harm her. "S'okay lass, it's all gonna be fine. Yer just a lost stowaway is all," he arrived to the bed and took a seat slowly, "I'm not one to violate a lass such as yerself." He reassured her, offering the bottle as a kind gesture.

[Sira]

This was perhaps the point when the mood of the dream began to shift, and Sira’s fearful an innocent act was slowly being overcome by her more carnal side. Ricky was a bear of a man, larger than most Inartan men, with dark hair and deep blue eyes like the crystals and gemstones found deep beneath Mount Skyinara. Sira always found herself attracted to the exotic, anything non-Inartan, because they were so rare in Wind Reach. The mountain city was a difficult place to reach, the only safe route being from the harbor at Thunder Bay, and even then those people rarely took the long walk up the mountain and into the city itself. It was one of her favorite things about visiting the Thunder Bay settlement. She was most used to seeing Vantha, the most common visitors to the settlement, and they were some of Sira’s favorite people to look at with their ever changing eyes and dark hair so different from the red found on every Inartan head.

Ricky looked nothing like a Vantha, though he was still exotic in his own way, and his size intrigued Sira more than anything. She had never been with a large man, and she wondered idly if he were large in other departments as well. Even if he wasn’t, the man was big and strong and it would surely be a different experience than what she had with the nimble Inartans.. if that was where things were leaving. The thought crossed her mind to question why she would suddenly be thinking such things considering the situation she was in, but dreams rarely depended on logic, and that thought was crushed as quickly as it surfaced.

When the man approached Sira found herself with no room left to back away, having already backed up against the wall. Sira was still a bit suspicious, though she couldn’t help but find herself slightly aroused by the idea of a tussle with the large man. Her mind began to consider her options. Clearly she was on a ship, and she had no idea where that ship was or how far out at sea she might be. For some reason the idea of shifting and simply flying away never crossed her mind, but then if she did that the dream would simply end and her subconscious wasn’t ready for that just yet. Even though the man seemed friendly enough, whether it was an act or not, he still made no mention of where they were or taking her home. Her best bet would be to get on his good side, and Sira knew of only one way that was always guaranteed success. When he sat down and offered her the rum she eyed it for a moment before licking her lips and plopping down next to him, close enough for their legs to touch ever so slightly. A wide smile spread across her face as she accepted the drink and took a swig, her mind having already decided its course of action.

”Oh, I wouldn’t cross that off your list just yet. What if I turn out to be a bad girl and you need to teach me a lesson?”

Sira took another drink from the bottle, closing her eyes as she felt the warming liquid burn down her throat, spreading into her chest and all the way down until it reached the tip of her toes. She had never particularly been a heavy weight when it came to alcohol, it took very little to get her drunk, and already she was covered in a glistening sheen as the potent liquid heated her body and made her blood warm. Sira opened her eyes and handed the bottle back to her captor, for in her mind that is what he still was, making sure her hand dropped and brushed his leg on the way back to her side after he had taken it. Sira smiled, giving him a sultry look, before breaking eye contact and looking down at her hands.

”My name is Sira, by the way. What is yours?”

[Ricky Maze]

She took a seat close to him a little closer than he anticipated, but seeing that she was now calming down Ricky could work on controlling his inner beast. Yes his "inner" beast would remain tamed, and he would help this beautiful woman. "What if I turn out to be a bad girl and you need to teach me a lesson?" She said to him in a more different tone then innocent, Ricky's train of thought on what the threshold could was thrown off track, colliding into a wall that blockaded him from thinking any further as her question tugged on a string he kept in check. "I don't think yer a-" He felt her hand resting in his lap, his "instinct" now overpowering his will. He wasn't wanting this from her, but he wanted to do this to her. It wasn't making sense at all, he always usually remained in control of himself; but in this dream, this very moment, he no longer had none to spare. He was, after all, a sailor at heart, and sailors spend a loooong time away from a womans touch in some cases. Ricky hadn't touch one in a while, but he wasn't exactly sailing either.... "My name is Sira by the way, what is your's?" Her voice was so influental and tempting, her body now ever so close. Ricky could feel his face beaming slightly when he looked into her eyes, her beautiful gold eyes still reminded him of a treasure. Hell she was all a treasure head to toe, and his "instincts" were telling him to "get some booty." "Mine is Ricky, but you can call me Rick...." He began to lean in slowly, lost in the influence of her temptation. If there was one thing he knew its was that passion was like a storm, and when it brews within the humidity it pours like a hurricane; but this was more of a tempest. Sparks were literally igniting in him as he leaned in closer. Still slow as to not shy her away, but steady to where they knew this was going. 'Well this is it.' He thought as his will was finally gone, his animal breaking free of the cage. Ricky felt his chest and lower area both pumping in excitement, as his inner bear went in for the prey.

[Sira]

The eagle and the bear, it was like a story out of some strange fable told of long ago, except that this story was not one for the children. And in this case Sira was more like a siren, tempting her random sailor far out at sea to live out what he could only imagine in his wildest fantasies. She was certainly a treasure to be had, and her “booty” was rather nice too. As Ricky began to reciprocate, Sira felt her heart stir and beat faster beneath her breasts. Her breathing was heavy, and she was covered in a light sweat due to the alcohol swimming in her system. Oh, she was more than ready for her bear, and she could tell too when he let loose the latch and let his inner beast out. Sira was ready for a wild night. But things never progressed that quickly. Well.. maybe they did, but sometimes it was more fun to draw it out a bit. Sira was still playing a game, after all, even if she had abandoned her original intentions.

”Mmmm,” she purred when he said his name, “Well, Rick, I’ll be sure to remember that in case I need to call it out later.”

Sira leaned in to meet him, her hand returning to his thigh as it slowly slid up and inward. A small smirk grew on Sira’s lips when it brushed against him, confirming the desire in him that she already knew to be true, and she leaned in even closer to whisper in his ear.

”I’m sure it gets awfully dull and lonely out here. Anything I could do, or you’d like to do, to make it better.. I’d be happy to do. After all, I did stow away on your ship. I could at least repay you.”

Sira leaned back, her hand still idly rubbing up and down his inner thigh, and offered him what might have been an innocent smile if he didn’t know better by then. She wanted him to make the next move. She didn’t want to have to do everything herself, and besides, she wanted to be taken. He was much bigger than any man she had ever been with, and she wanted to feel what it was like for him to take control of her. Something seemed to be stopping him, holding him back, but Sira hoped that with the right words, with the right temptations, she could release whatever was keeping him from her and let him take control. She was always the dominant one in her love making, but Sira wanted desperately to be dominated.

[Ricky Maze]

She toyed with him and pulled his strings ever so accordingly, finally no longer able to contain himself he lost control. Temptation was officially out of the equation now; He. Wanted. Her. Now. He wanted to ravage her and tear off her clothes, but she had none for him to tear off. At least she would be tearing his off now, for he no longer held anything back. His instinct guiding him as he leaned in to kiss her neck, her skin so soft and warm. The euphoria of her foreign exotic body made him feel high as his lips tracked down to her bossom. Bringing her down on the bed as he was now on top, he held himself up with one arm as he caressed her stomach with the other. He could feel the rush of energy flow through him with each kiss, his hand now slowly moving down to her thigh as she began to moan. He never felt this good in a long while, for it had been a long time since he first pleased a woman. Though he only did so once he was a natural, knowing to intensify the desire before intruding. She tore at his shirt and from there his pants, his chest to his waistline bare. He was built like a sailor of course, but the dream gave the better appeal. The scenery reflecting upon his inner desires, the room dimmed its lighting. The ship rocked to the ocean in a motion that made the moment feel alive, as he was now trailing his lips to her waist. He looked at her deviously as he moved in for her face. He came close to her ear with short heavy sighs, his free hand still carressing her thigh as he now began to toy with her. "I'm a man who likes to please the ladies as I go along..." He whispered intimately, his inner "animal" preparing to please. "What do ye want me to do?" If she could toy with him then it only be fair that he be able to toy with her, his hand sliding up her thigh and back down.

[Sira]

”Fuck me,” Sira responded simply in a quiet but urgent whisper.

He was the one toying with her now, his hand trailing up and down her inner thigh but refusing to do precisely what she wanted it to do. She had to tear off his clothing, because it was clear he was intent to take his time, but Sira wasn’t having any of that. Foreplay was for those who wanted to cuddle and be sweet, or for those who needed to build up to the moment, but Sira wanted to be taken. She didn’t want him to ask, she didn’t want him to be gentle, she wanted him to take her there and take her harder than she had ever been taken before.

Every time his hand on her thigh trailed high Sira raised her hips to meet it, inviting him to explore further, but he was toying with her. He was making her wait, and it only made Sira yearn for him further. She was burning with that desire, and her kisses were moist and urgent. She bit his neck and sucked hard, pulling the blood to the skin and causing it to well. She bucked her hips toward him each time the boat rocked in the correct direction, and her hands clawed their way down his back until the gripped both his lower cheeks and guided them toward her. But Sira didn’t force it, no matter how much she wanted to. She wanted him in control. As much as his toying with her drove her insane, she loved every moment of it. He was the one making the decisions, deciding when her ultimate desire would be fulfilled. All she could do was encourage him to make the right decision.

Sira’s hand reached down between the both of them, stroking him and coaxing him to enter her and take that which she was more than willing to give, but again she wouldn’t make him do it. He asked her what she had wanted, and Sira knew exactly what that was. She wanted the animal. She wanted to be dominated, to be knocked off her high place on the mountain down to the level of chiets and be taken as he pleased. She was always in control but in her dreams, in her fantasies, she was never an Endal. Sira leaned up to kiss him hungrily, pressing her breasts hard against his chest and biting his lower lip as she practically drew in his breath through hers. She let go of his lip only a moment after she let herself begin to sink back down. Her body was covered in sweat already, and her eyes were filled with primal desire. If he couldn’t see it in her face, the yearning in her voice when she spoke should have sealed the deal.

”I want you to take me. I want you to make me yours. In this moment, I am yours, and I want you to take me however, and as hard, as you want.”

OOCAhem.. sorry for the mature language, lol, but sometimes petch simply doesn't cut it.