Talking With Ty

Shi works through some fears.

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An inland sea created by Ivak's cataclismic fury during the Valterrian, the Suvan Sea is a major trade route and the foremost hub for piracy in Mizahar. [lore]

Talking With Ty

Postby Shijara on June 24th, 2014, 12:05 am

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Shijara watched the meat disappear and felt his tongue flick across her fingers, an unsure laugh rising. She shot him a look between amused and mischievous. He was toying with her. Her fingers came back unscathed, which was all she asked for. The night seemed peaceful, slow even. A deep breath, fading into a cool Spring breeze. Their dying fire flickered, no longer being fed to life. Shijara was carefully trying to pull free another piece of meat, looking down and slipping it into her own mouth. The taste exploded in her mouth, the texture interesting. It was fluffy, but... perhaps could have been cooked a little longer. Or was she imagining that? Shijara had never cooked fish before and Ty didn't have any complaints.

When she lifted her chin, the Svefra was closing the distance between them, leaning forward. His voice had lowered, taken on a different feeling. So, he was going to let her bite him? She felt herself smile, her floating mind trying to conjure something witty to say, but she was silenced by lips pressing against hers. This was not the first time Shijara had kissed the male, the first experience having been both a fun game and a reality check. Sometime during the kiss, Ty had raised a hands to run along her face and black haired woman had set down the food. He pulled back, and lifted the wine.

Shi chuckled at his joke, nudging him in the arm as she took the bottle. "I got a choice?" Shi stuck her tongue out childishly and winked, raising the drink to her lips. One smooth sip. Flavor exploded inside her mouth and she lifted the alcohol to get a good look at it. This was good. Why had she never drank more in Eyktol?

"Here." The light headed feeling from the accidental participation in poppers made everything feel warmer. Her sense felt heightened but her brain felt muddled. All she could do was... feel. "Lemme try." Shijara really had no idea what she was talking about. Ty had kissed her, accidentally or not. Her thought process was somewhere along that line. She wanted to be the one who was suave. She felt confident, or maybe confused. Something like that.

The boat rocked slightly from the waves, a brief second of discomfort breaking through her drugged state, making the Chaktawe hold her breath. She grabbed Ty's hand and slowly lowered it from her face. Once she had calmed herself, she looked up at Ty's head. "I wanna..." Wiping her hands on her shorts, Shijara lifted them to feel Ty's hair. Blonde hair was still something of an abmornality to the Chaktawe, as strange as that sounded. Before coming to Riverfall, the only real way to get light locks was to have it dyed, dark features reigning supreme in the desert.

Shi's fingers ran through his hair, along his scalp. The texture was surprisingly soft and she smiled. Had she touched his hair in their first encounter? While she had a good memory, that part was fuzzy. After recognizing the pod tattoo and needing to avoid Kel -- something that wouldn't be avoided for awhile --Shijara had focused only on rushing off. But under circumstances, Shi was fascinated by the little things.

"Who are your friends?" Shi had only ever seen Ty with Kel, and the thought popped into the open as she removed her hands from his blonde hair and down his chest. She felt the muscle underneath her fingertips, the firmness of his skin. Her fingers trailed downward, stopping at his naval and back up again.

She leaned forward as her hands ran along his arms, angling her face to kiss his cheek. To test the waters, so to speak. Her mind swirled under the bright stars, rising and falling with the waters. All she had to do was not think about the vastness underneath them. All she had to do was focus on Ty.
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Postby Tydus Tempest on June 24th, 2014, 8:31 am

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Chills erupted along the sensitive nerve endings of Tydus Tempest's scalp as Shijara's fingers raked through his hairs. Eyes closed at the pleasure that such a simple motion entailed, Tydus allowing a soft groan to escape his lips. The Poppers intensified his pleasure, though it was neither an exclusively sexual sensation nor even a positive one, the Tempest distracted from the motion to the point of losing all grip upon everything else that transpired. The Tempest was distracted to the point of ignoring the woman's question, almost completely unable to hear her words, but afterwards, Tydus was released from the vice-like grip of Shijara's touch.

The Chaktawe's hands moved to the Tempest's chest, afterwards, the sensation a much more soft, soothing sensation , vastly preferable due to the fact that rather than utterly entrancing him, he was merely relaxed by it. Fingers trailed along the toned muscle of his abdomen, lowering to his navel and rising anew before they then moved to his arms. A nice, pleasant sensation as well, the Tempest pleasantly allowed the Chaktawe to do as she pleased before she approached. The imminent press to the Chaktawe's lips to the Tempest's cheek was a direct challenge that he sought to contest. She was, as she had the time before, challenging him to a game of touch rather than a game of wit.

She impressed upon his senses, she teased at his skin, though when her lips pressed to his cheek, the Tempest scion craned his neck just enough to allow him access to the Chaktawe's jawline. Three kisses were trailed along the woman's jawline as he raised his arms, lowering Shijara's hands to her waist as Tydus moved his own. A hand pressed to her waist, as well, though the other dipped lower, pressing to the woman's lower thigh, and making a slow, steep rise along the expanse of the woman's exposed flesh. Flesh was soon replaced by the material of her shorts, though the sensation would likely bleed through the material.

Desire made things easy. Poppers made the easy even easier. It was far too simple, far too alluring to simply give into the pleasures that were promised by the delving into the midst of deep, welling pleasure. Games and pastimes that the Tempest savoured were presented to him. Fine wine to drink, Poppers to use and take, the process now learned and brought to light. The Tempest was glad for it, due to the simple fact that this, the simplicity of surrendering to desire that was unthinking and unhampered by guilt, was far, far too welcome. Tydus reveled in it, and he, for now, reveled in Shijara's presence.

The Tempest leaned forward with the touch that he imposed, the fingers upon Shijara's waist raised, slowly weaving their way along the curvature of the woman's body before settling upon her chin, applying a gentle tilt to the base of her jaw and lifting it. The Tempest immediately pressed his lips to Shijara's, a deep, welling flame burning within the Tempest's chest as the heat that was the Chaktawe's proximity burst forward. A single, strangled thought edged its way into the Tempest's mind as he sought to distance himself from the sensation, knowing in the depths of his mind that he was delving far too deeply into the depths of personal comfort. It was beginning to be a distraction, one the Tempest was more than willing, yet unwilling, to delve into.

You have to calm the petch down, Ty...

But... do I? Why?


Tydus refuted his own thoughts. He sought to deny himself, yet enable himself. The Poppers were beginning to confuse him, and encourage him, and for the moment, the Tempest was entirely unsure as to which side he wished to see earn victory. Pleasure was by and large winning the battle, however.

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Postby Shijara on July 1st, 2014, 5:20 pm

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He didn't answer her question.

Shi was going to point out that little detail, but it floated away. Kisses along her jaw, hands roaming along exposed flesh... Ty wasn't so bad, was he? A little physical, but what else was there to do in the middle of the ocean? And it felt good. Shi wasn't one to claim a man simply because he touched her, and this was one of those cases. They could do these types of things and still be cool as cucumbers the next day, couldn't they? So many questions were forming and dispersing with ever trail of Ty's hands that she found it hard to focus on either activity. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, deciding to just... enjoy. Heat radiated up her thigh and a deep kiss devoured her.

Like a wave rising and crashing down, Shijara was pulled under the current, letting the feeling drown her. She tasted his mouth, felt the smoothness of his skin. Poppers swirled her thoughts, Tydus' affection distracted her body. Between kisses, Shijara tried to speak, "I feel funny," She giggled, cutting off the sound with another kiss with the Tempest, climbing on top of his lap and leaning forward. Her next words were whispered, her lips brushing against Tydus' ears as she spoke, "Your god is laughing at me."

Shijara started chuckling softly to herself, releasing a smooth sigh when she was done. She looked momentarily to their forgotten meal, almost suggesting they continue eating, but the thought faded. Sitting atop of the Svefra was interesting enough for her, and seeing the cooked fished reminded her of Ty's earlier words. She could bite him if she wanted.

With a grin, the Chaktawe sent playful nibbles along Ty's shoulder, wrapping her hands around his back. This was fun.
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Postby Tydus Tempest on July 25th, 2014, 12:53 am

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Laviku laughed at everyone. The Sea God was not one that seemed to do much for motivations outside of his personal amusement. Even the preservation of the sea, and with it, life of the world, seemed to be solely because Laviku thoroughly enjoyed the sacrifice offered to him, the power that he amassed and the control that he possessed. Laviku looked upon his chosen with what was perhaps pride, but primarily, Tydus imagined Laviku looking to his people and their lifestyle, so akin to his own extremely promiscuous nature, with amusement.

It was Tydus' nature, as well. And it showed in what he did to amuse himself when there was little else around but a woman and the crashing tides of the ocean's passage. Lips parted in response to the woman just as Shijara's hands moved to caress along the swell of his back, the woman's teeth sending delicate shivers along his body.

"Aye, he laughs at alluv us. Laviku probably laughs at all teh people he cares about."

The words were rather cryptic, but Tydus did not elaborate upon them. Words fled from his clouded mind, thought blurred by pressing, encroaching heat as Shijara's presence further encouraged him to simply let go. Poppers flooded his mind with soothing, persistent pleasure, which only spiked with each individual bite. Each caress. Each moment that engulfed the Tempest into the deeper reaches of pleasure was a moment that he found himself fully alive.

Tydus' fingers moved to slip beneath Shijara's shirt, pulling the fabric higher along the curvature of her slender form. It was then, in that moment as he did so, his fingers delicately sliding along the sides of her body, that he learned forward. Perhaps her teeth would cut at the surface of his skin at the motion, but he didn't mind the pain, his lips pressing to the woman's neck as the Tempest scion manipulated his djed. He tugged at the reaches of his soul, pleasure rolling down the curvature of his spine as lips continued to tease at the delicate flesh of Shijara's neck.

Djed wove into his lips and his fingertips, Tydus welling into the nature of emotional response, coaxing pleasure into Shijara's senses, the sensation rolling it into his own as the usage of magic breathed feeling into him. Tydus felt alive, and he had Shijara to thank for it. And he was glad to repay it with good feelings, as well. An emotional response would weave into Shijara as Tydus impressed his djed into her by touch. Pleasure and relaxation were what Tydus desired for her, and with the Poppers already in her system, Ty was more than curious to see how that would go.

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Postby Mayhem1 on November 28th, 2014, 12:17 am

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You're an excited PC roaming around a thread.

You're not paying attention that the story's over.

Then...BAM! You're hit with a Grade.

I'm Mayhem, the ever-present Junior ST of Cyphrus. If you have any questions or concerns regarding this grade, please don't hesitate to shoot me a PM! And please, please remove or edit your grading request once you see this. Thank you!

 
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Notes: An interesting thread, I enjoyed reading Shijara struggle and come up with a way to cook food on a ship without burning the ship down, even if she did it wrong. :)

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