QAR: The Cove

[Swashbuckler]

The sun had gone down and the wind had picked up considerably by the time I made it to the beach. I pounded off towards the far end of the cove hoping the tide had drifted the boat to shore. Looking out at the waes there were no sign of boat nor its hapless piolet.

I ran over to the edge of the cove, scrambbling over the rocks. A single oar was clunking amongst the driftwood on the rocks as waves crashed around me. Clamborign over the rocks and rounding the cove I picked my way over the sharp rocks along the cliffs.

I finally saw the remanats of a small boat battering itself into oblivion on the rocks. Rushing to the spot I found a small crevace in the rocky face. Pulling myself up to it. My eyes landed upon a pair of wet and goose bumping calves before them. "Oh, so there you are," I said with a roguish grin, following the calves up the backs of the thighs to the golden globes of the ass before me, "anything I can help you with?" I asked expectantly.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

The crashing of the waves around me has muffled the sound of anyone approaching, and I actually leap when I hear the voice so close by. Fearing that it might be a pirate, or worse, I turn around in alarm. With a trembling smile, I see that it IS a pirate.

S..S..Swash! I'm SO glad to see you!!!

Shivering violently by now, I suddenly realize that my blanket is clutched only around the top part of me... and the rest is all too clearly displayed. I try to arrange it properly... especially when I notice that his eyes haven't yet made their way up to my face... but give up and fling myself at him, trying to get warm.

I was so afraid that I'd die out here. Please, please take me home!!!

 

[Swashbuckler]

Scrambling up into the small cave, and wrapping my arms around Angel, "Angel, luv, are you hurt?" I ask as I lick my lips, pulling her close. "Here let me help you with that," I say matter of factly, and in stickly buisness tone as I pull off the soaking blanket and twirl my cloak around her trembling form.

As she pulls the cloak around her shoulders I smile at her, "You know you are lucky I seen you go over, it looks like there's a blow acomin' up and you would be froze with the wind," I say, my voice not hiding my obvcious lust at her unfortunate perdicament.

Suddenly her words make it thorugh to my brain, "OH yes, get you home, of course..., are you alright," I ask stupidly.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Safe in Swash's arms, I raise an eyebrow at the tone of his voice. What on earth is wrong with him? Besides the fact that he's just seen me totally nude.

Oh my God... he's just seen me totally nude!!!

I hide my face in embarrassment against his chest, and then feel something hard pressing into me. Is it? Can it possibly be?

Oh, Swash... is that what I think it is? Did you bring some brandy for me?

I look up at him with hopeful eyes, noticing that it is now his turn to stare at me with a raised eyebrow.

 

[Swashbuckler]

The waves crashing in hard on the rocks below us, salty spray drifting up to the cave's mouth. Wind beggining to howl outside. As Angel burries her face against my chest. I can feel her chill through my shirt. "Is that brandy you brought for me?" I hear her ask.

Lifting the bottle and reaching an arm around her to open it, "And what else, to ward off the chill of the sea and settle the nerves of your first shipwreck?" I ask sarcastically. The movement pressing me to her even tighter. My eyes not seeing anything of the cave, the only thing my mind can focus upon is the dripping, nude form as it was strippped of a wet blanket to be furled within my cloak. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I offer her the opened bottle.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

I eagerly grasp the bottle, but my hand is shaking so much that I let Swash tip it against my lips. Having never had brandy before, the heat from the big gulp I take is a shock as it creates a firey path all the way down to my stomach.

My ability to breathe is suddenly stolen from me and I gasp and sputter, the cloak almost slipping from my shoulders. Finally, when my coughing has stopped, I take a smaller sip and this time enjoy the feeling immensely.

Dizziness is the next thing I notice... followed by a silly grin and slightly slurred speech.

Mmmm, tha's wonderful. An' so are you.

I see him roll his eyes and hear him mutter something about testing his patience, but I have no idea what's going on in the rogue's mind. I just know that I'm suddenly very warm.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Watching Angel strugle with the bottle I lifted it to her lips. Helpng the nuturing exliure sweep down into her body, bringing its warmth. She half swooned as it was pulled from her lips. I grinned, forcing back a laugh as I took a drink, myself.

Out side the first drops of rain began to pelt the rocks. The wind hieghtened its intensity and the tide crashed heavilly on the rocks. The sounds of splintering wood marked the end of her little boat, its death knell barely audible over the roar of the ocean.

"You sure you're alright?" I asked again as I had to wrap an arm around her waist to steady her. My thick cloak slipping slightly from her shoulders. Her eyes seemed to gloss over. I pulled her close looking into her eyes to see if she hit her head. he lips seemed so inviting and the cloak slid a bit further.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

I hear Swash asking me if I'm all right, but his voice seems to be very far away... although his lips are so very near. I stare at his lips like I've never seen them before, blinking as I try to clear my vision. A small drop of brandy clings to his bottom lip and I reach out with my tongue and delicately slide it off... his surprised gasp sounds seems to echo in the cave.

I reach for the bottle again and swallow a generous amount before he can pull it away. Now, not only am I warm, but I think that the cave is starting to heat up, too. Swiveling my head, I wonder where the fire is. The cloak falls down to my waist and I look down and try to remember what happened to my dress.

I think I'm all right. I'm sure I'm all right. Why, don't you think I'm all right? And why are you standing there in those wet clothes?

I feel his shirt and realize that his clothes are dry. Giggling, I lean against him again and trail my lips up the side of his neck.

Well, maybe I'm just a wee bit tipsy.

 

[Swashbuckler]

I watched and listened to Angel's movements and words. Suddenly it hit me, her lightweight to drink had caught her offguard. She was alright.

Hell she was more than alright. As she leaned back against my chest, the cloak now drooping to her waist, the arch of her back utting her breasts skyward, her chilled mipples standing proud before my eyes in the darkness of the cave.

Catching her as she falls further back, the cloak billowing on its way to the sands. My hand finding her ass, her arms wrapping around my neck. Angel's lips finding mine of her own accord. My mind thrusting all thoughts of rescue from it, flooded now with only warming her.

Lowering her to the cloak and falling upon her. My lips cascading to a breast, as my passion builds. Waves echoing crescendo filling the cave around us. Carrying on the tide of our lust.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

I am just about to explain to Swash, in case he's wondering if I'm drunk, that I am perfectly aware of what I am doing when I suddenly find myself gently lowered to the floor of the cave.

With his cloak protecting my back, I feel him settle on top of me and I pull his head forward so that I can meet him in a passionate kiss. I am disappointed when his lips leave, but my back arches in surprise and wanting when I feel them on my breast. My answering moan echoes in the cave and I see his grin flash in the darkness.

Impatiently, I tug at the neck of his shirt and he looks up with an inquiring look and then rises momentarily to tear it off over his head. Settling back down quickly, he pays homage to my other breast while my hands stroke his hair and face.

My head swimming, this time from him and not the brandy, I murmur his name over and over and tell him that he's still wearing too many clothes. Needing little encouragement, he quickly sheds everything else and drops back down, pulling me onto my side so that I'm facing him. Our lips meet again, tongues dueling, and I wrap my leg over his hip and rub against him in encouragement.

A storm rages outside the cave... and inside.

 

[Swashbuckler]

As my clothes scattered about the cave, the rain driving its way into the maw of the cave. Pelting our legs. Lifting her onto herside, her leg instinctually surrounding my hip. I can feel her inner heat against my rising mast. The down of her mons sheltering my rigidity as we press together.

Our lips locked. Tongues darting and twisting within our kiss. My arms closing around Angel's back, figners exploring every inch of her skin. Lifting my leg, my thigh spreading hers and pressing against her gate. Rocking it back and forth, stirring her coals of desire.

Rolling onto my back, my hair spilling into the sands. Pullling Angel over my body, holding our kiss as I grind myselfagsinat her mons. Feeling her slick desire spread over my skin. Sliding my hands down to her hips, and lifting her in preparation.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

My hair, long since escaped from its confining pins, cascades in a dark curtain around you as I settle down over you and lean forward into the kiss. Breaking away with a gasp, I gently bite the side of your neck and kiss your throat and then... straightening a little bit... I scrape my nails lightly down your chest, following the path with my lips.

All the while I slide against your hardness which is lying throbbing against your abdomen. I can feel the wetness, yours and mine, mingling and I can no longer wait.

Rising slightly, I grasp the base of your cock and slide the head into my opening slightly, closing my eyes at the sensation as I tighten around you. Watching your eyes shining in the darkness, I take you in all the way in one almost violent thrust. Our combined groans rival the sound of the crashing waves outside.

I begin to rock only slightly as I lean forward, my hands resting beside your shoulders. My breasts dangle invitingly before you and I rub one hard nipple hopefully against your lips.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Lips parting to inhale your nipple. Hand rising to squeeze the oppistie nipple. Hips lifting into you, driving me deep into your silkened depths. Tongue dancing across your nip. Teeth clancing over your aurieole. As I buck in and out of you in an increased tempo. The storm and waves taping out as wet rythm to our song

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Your lips and teeth and fingers send me to a place where I can no longer think... all I can do is feel. I meet you thrust for thrust as we eagerly share the ride together.

My orgasm catches me by surprise and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and ride the waves, gripping and releasing your cock as the explosion courses through me.

When I once again become aware of my surroundings, I slide over onto my side and then my back, without breaking the heated rhythm we have established. Wrapping my legs tightly around your hips, I pull your mouth down to mine and our tongues join in the firey dance as I encourage you towards your own reward.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rolling onto Angel, pulling her legs to my shoulders and Driving into her depths. My thrusts matching the crashing of the sea. The storm raging to full furry as I pummel her fields. Pulling out until only the tip of my head lingers at the verge of her dripping petals. Then slamming home to the hilt. Rising back with the swels of the sea. Driving home as the waves splash the shore. Drinving hard and deep, hot and fast. Shuddering as my tide breaks to flood Angel's womb.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Power fills the cave... awesome power. The power of the storm, the power of the ocean, the power of the moment... and the power of Swash's release. My senses seem to overload with the sheer beauty of the moment and my second orgasm follows only moments after his.

He drops down exhausted on top of me and slides over a little so that we both may remember how to breathe. I soothe the hair back from his forehead and kiss him tenderly as our hearbeats return to a more normal pattern. Tears form in my eyes for no reason I can think of and I brush them away before he can see them.

Oh, Swash, that was wonderful. Thank you for rescuing me... in more ways than one.

I smile at him in the darkness and give him another kiss.

And now, shouldn't we make our way back home before more rescuers arrive?

 

[Swashbuckler]

"If you says so, Angel," I grin in the darkness, "but why should I have all the fun?" Pulling her upright and enfolding her in my cloak. "That has to be the best resussitation I have ever given," I say as our lips meet. Hugging her to me.

Standing and wrapping her in my cloak, "Angel," I kiss, "you know you can just knock on my door, no need for putting yourself to risk to get my attention. Though I do like to play the hero once in a while." Leaning over to grab my pants, slowly standign to pull them on. Pulling on my boots and simply slinging my shirt over my shoulder.

Looking around, "Angel," I say looking up to see that you have been watching me as I dressed, grinning at your smile, "Angel, where are your shoes? I think you may have to hold on to my back over the rocks, I'm afraid."

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Don't mind me, Swash... I was just enjoying the show, though I must say I liked the 'undressing' even better!

Puzzled, I look down at my feet and around the cave upon hearing his question.

My shoes? Why, I didn't even notice that they were gone. I guess I lost them when I fell overboard.

It must have been the power of suggestion, but my feet suddenly hurt and I swear I could feel several little cuts that must have been inflicted upon me when I had walked to the cave.

Uh, wait a minute... you're going to carry me back? Are you sure you can manage... I'm not short, you know! Oh, that was really bright... like he couldn't tell.

Well, uh, okay, sure, thanks. I guess we could just stow my things here until someone can row over and pick them up tomorrow.

Cautiously, and somewhat embarrassed, I make my way over to him, give him a last kiss, and move behind him as he has indicated.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Feeling Angel's arms wind tight about my neck I lean forward a bit and scoop her thighs under my forearms. Lifting her legs high, feeling her slickened lips rub against the small of my back. her claok shrouded breasts crushing into my back. Turning my head as I set out for the rocks, "Yes luv, I CAN manage to endure this. Every step rubbign her against my back as I pick my way haltingly over the rocks.

By the time we reach the rain and sea soaked snads of the beach, she has left quiet the trail of fluids on my back.

 

[caspai]

Wandering down to the cove, I wince as a sharp stone digs into my foot, realizing that I have left my shoes back in the bungalow. Ah, well, to go back would mean to miss the beginning of the day on the beach. Will just have to remember to bring them with me the next time I come down.

The air has taken on a purple quality to it, and the shapes around me are indistinct. The mansion behind me is, for the most part, still dark, but a few lights have started to appear in windows, marking the beginning of the day.

Looking around as I finally reach the cove, I see drift wood scattered, and shells along the water line, along with bits of seaweed. An occasional gull swoops down, and I think to myself that maybe I should bring some bread with me the next time I come down.

As I am thinking these things, the light begins to change, going from purple to grey, and then to a light gold. Looking out over the water, I can see the white caps on the waves as the breeze catches the water.

I wander around until I find a comfortable looking rock to sit on, smooth on top. It is cold under me, and I shivver just a bit, but in no time at all I am sure that the sun will warm this little cove. This would be a wonderful place to sun bathe. Too bad it is a public beach, though. I would love to be able to feel the sun all over me...

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

On my way to the Garden, I make a detour down to the Cove to see if anyone is around. Not a soul… what a waste of an amazing place when it’s such a beautiful day. Sitting on a small rock, I close my eyes and listen to the pounding of the waves. The sheer power of the ocean reminds me how small we really are in the great scheme of things.

My eyes focus on a few pieces of battered wood thrashing around in the surf and, with more than a little guilt, I realize that they’re part of the rowboat I managed to send to its death. With that solemn thought in mind, I make a mental note to ask Aaron how much I owe him… and then head over to the Garden.

 

[Swashbuckler]

The stars shine brightly in the velvet inkiness of the midnight skies above. In the windblown moonlight I pull a tattered piece of parchment from my pocket and examine it closely. Refolding it after several moments I walk up the beach, skirting the rocks and the tendrils of the surf.

Finding my way to a small cave, I pull back some leaves to peer into its depths. Hands feeling their way across the rock, into the side of hte bluff they land upon a loose rock in the wall. Smiling silently to myself, I turn and return to my tower room, my lips pursed in thought.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Carrying ysandre's light form
I pick my way along the sands
Chased only by the moonlight witness
To scouring the rocks
And stealing my prize into the earth

Pushing the loose rocks
With a shoulder's heavy shove
Careful to keep from
Waking, or prematurely damaging
The prescious cargo in my arms

Slipping through the rocky earthen womb
And lieing ysandre upon the wet sand's
Softened bed
Fumbling for a moment
Striking the ancient lamp
Coaxing its flittering pale glow
Driftwood starting to crackle to life
Chasing shadows about the cave

The slightly still
Of the ocean pool
Secret and underground
Dancing inky, in the fire light
The flames reveal
An ancient cutlass
Left behind for me
An unused coil of anchor chain
That I string up near the fire, coldly
Picking up some more ship stores
A coil of rope
Some belaying pins
And other things
To make her sweet skin sing
As I begin to bind her wrists
Her lace and dress
Falling
Revealing a perfect breast
That suddenly
Lands a harsh teethy
Kiss
With its irresistable bait

 

[Ysandre]

My eyes a flutter open, to the firelights warmth
The sounds of a chain rattles thru my ears
My heart no longer pounding in surprise
But curiosity ovecomes me
The chain, the pins, the silver cutlass's glow
My eyes widen in realization
A prince among men this is true
But a pirate's heart beats strong and true
A sigh, a glance, a gasp escapes at the sights
Thick hemp rope, it's fibers knotted to wear skin
My own wrists bound, my breasts a fire
A cry escapes my lips
At Your mercy, At Your whim
Dark thoughts overtake my mind
Deep thoughts sink to my skin
Delicious thoughts cause my cheeks to flush
My eyes glaze over with fever heat
My mind frees itself from thought or whim
My heat begins to rise
My body awaits Your command

 

[Swashbuckler]

My eyes
Glowing like coals in the fire
Drinking her beauty
Plundering her with my mind

Bound and awaiting
Like a package that begs
To be unwrapped
Pulling her to her feet
Fingers wound into hair
Lips Locking hard upon her throat
Powerful arms draggin her
To the waiting chain
Hemp bitten wrists
Hooking between
Thick, heavy, cold, rusting
Chain

The echoing, grinding rattle
As ysandre is lifted from the sands
her toes swinging
Dragging trails in sand
And dipping, rippling
The deep inky pool

Splitting her ankles
Stretching them out
With the bite of a belaying pin
Lashed to each ankle
Hand echoing off her ass
As I rise
Squeezing tight
"You look almost perfect, blossum"
I say
As I flash the cutlass' blade
Before her eyes

Stepping back I swing it fast
A shoulder, never touched
As the dress falls with a tattered shawl