Get some shut-eye.

A day of rest and relaxation goes by without a hitch. The sailing is smooth, and while the sun is bright, it isn't nearly as warm as back on the enchanted island. Everyone seems relatively content, though mostly just glad they can finally go home--for some, perhaps a home that's new. You still remember last night. It wasn't until quite late when you got proper rest. Gwynevere saw to that. Though it was a frigid, wet time in the hull, you won't be forgetting it anytime soon. Though tonight, you may finally be able to go to bed early. Then in the morning, you can begin the final stretch to Castle Phoenix.

Some head to the cabin earlier than others. Luna seems to have finished sewing whatever it is she was working on to pass the time, and she's also one of the final members on the deck when the sun sets. From what you can tell, the only members of the crew who don't sleep in the cabin are Vyzia, who remains on the deck, and Gwyn along with Anyana and Nelli, who for some reason prefer to rest at the bottom-most level, even though it's no longer flooded. It seems their preference remains in the depths of the sea, despite the fact that you're maybe five hundred feet in the air now.

There isn't a lot to eat, though there's enough to satiate those aboard at least for today.

After getting your fill of rations, you head to the captain's quarters once more. The first thing you notice is that the desk is still a mess. It's halfway across the room, all the papers and such are still on the floor, and the seat is upside down. Tidying up can wait. All still needs to be properly fixed, furnished, and the like, so for now you sit back on the blanketless bed and begin to undress.

It's a warmer night, so you remove all you have and lay back without any clothing on your body. You can just make out the view of the side window from this angle, and it's quite beautiful. Clouds waft before a sky of glistening stars, and the edge of the nearly full, bright moon can be seen.

This is pretty wonderful, you think to yourself. I can see why the Silver Hunters do what they do. Though I do miss everyone back home.

Your eyes turn to the sound of the door knob turning.

Guess a normal night's rest is rare for a guy like me.

After the click of a heel, the first thing which enters is a jet black shoe. Then you see the flow of a deep crimson dress. The slit up the side is so high that you'd surely see panties if any were being worn, but instead you're greeted by a generous view of an upper thigh and a bare hip. Her skin is light brown and smooth. From just beneath her knee to her ankle is a natural bracer of creamy white fur softer than anything any man will ever feel, and the same wraps around between her elbows and wrists. Two sets of wings take up the entire doorway, which draw your eyes to a pattern of hypnotic, swirling brown. Thin antennae protrude up from the long cloudy hair atop her head.

In the dim lantern light of the room, with her back illuminated through the door by a clear starry sky, she seems almost angelic by the glow of glitter clouds wafting out from the breeze catching her wings. The red slit dress she wears is shoulderless, and it's cut incredibly low from her collar. It seems to fit in such a perfect, form-fitting manner that every curve of her figure is accentuated, up to her chest being nudged into a display of marvelous cleavage. There's a thin black trim around the entire garment, putting further emphasis upon the shape of her body, and within are thin, intricate gold and silver patterns of swirls and spirals that make her look even more regal than usual.

She stares at you though the evening light with decorated eyes. There's a folded piece of fabric over her arm, and something hidden in her hand beneath you can't quite make out. As she steps in, the door behind her quietly shuts.

"Kyle," she says. Her voice is soothing, especially when it's used to speak your name. Then she smirks as her eyes flicker across your laying body. "Oh dear. I should have knocked first, shouldn't I have? My mistake."

"It's fine," you respond. "But you need to at least say sorry if you're gonna stare."

The clack of her heels nears across the room until she stops at the side of your bed. Slowly, she slips her bare feet from her footwear, and then sinks her rear down into the mattress right beside your head. She then lifts up a leg--the one hardly covered by the slit of her dress--to nearly reveal everything right then and there, though she brings it down to place a foot between your knees. "I just wanted to offer a gift."

"You already give so much."

She giggles. "Here." Then she unfolds the fabric to reveal a soft, thick blanket to lay at your side. "If it gets too cold, you'll have something I made by my own two hands."

You glance at the strange object now hidden partly behind her back. "Wow. That's really kind, Luna. Thanks. Seriously, you're incredible. You make so much for us and ask little in return. We've worked together on ideas, and you made stuff from Earth like you've been there yourself. I really lucked out finding a seamstress like you. A woman like you. So really, thank you so much."

"You're going to make me blush."

"I'll have to find some way to pay you back for everything."

"My payment is for all of you to wear what I make without question, which you do. However, now that you mention it... there is one way you could repay me."

You stare at the leg she's presented almost right before your eyes. Your attention follows up to her thigh, and then to the curtain crimson that lingers as the only thing between you and what's on the other side. Her skin looks so smooth. It shines in the dim light of the lantern lit beside your bed. With her so close, and her foot between your knees, you can feel the soft touch of her moth-fur against your inner legs. It tickles.

With the back of your hand, you stroke up the fur and then to her skin, until you toy with the end of her dress between your fingers. It really is smooth. As the tickle of your touch scales too high, you feel her shiver, and hear a whispered moan from her subtly painted lips. "I suppose I could think of a way too, but I don't know. Is it payment if I'm getting something too?"

Her hand reaches around to massage down through your hair, and then to your ear. "Mmm. Just pretend you don't like it I suppose."

"I think that's impossible."

A curious finger of yours slips beneath her dress, and immediately, she lets out a vocal moan.

She brings a hand to her lips and blushes. "All will awaken if I'm not careful." Then at last, she brings up the object she was hiding. It's a pure black trapezoidal prism--so dark that you can hardly see the edges of its shape. She raises a single finger up as if to ask you to wait a moment, and then she stands back up.

You watch her hips sway as she makes her way to the center of the room. She then bends over, and places it down on the floor. Suddenly, a wave of white energy flashes past. You look around to see a strange lingering magic across every wall and corner of the captain's quarters. It's almost as if a bubble expanded out from the object, and is now pressing up against the exact same of the room. You pause, and then realize something else. It's dead quiet. There's no sound of a breeze, nor the creak of the ship. There are no footfalls or people murmuring. You've never experienced such a true sense of pure silence.

"What did you do?" you ask. Your own voice is all you hear.

She turns and makes her way back. "Something Meti gave me. It creates an anti-sound barrier in a radius around it, though it shapes itself to the room if it's small enough. Not a noise can make it inside or out... Ah. Kyle. I'd like to ask an embarrassing question."

The bed squeaks as you stand up to meet her gaze. "Ask me anything."

Colour slowly spreads its way across her face. "You wouldn't be annoyed with me, if I didn't hold back my voice at all, would you?"

You place a hand upon her cheek. "Are you saying you're gonna be loud?"

"I have been in the past, when we've been together, though I've always held back to some degree. And now, after many days of not experiencing your touch on my body, I think I may cause your ears to ache. I'm so sensitive, Kyle, and you only keep improving with time. I'll melt to your touch. There's nothing I'll be able to do. Take me. Please, right now. I'm aching for it."

Immediately, you grasp her shoulder firmly, take hold of her upper thigh, and push her up against the wall nearby. She lets out a moan instantly--one that's loud, and gasping for air already as she pleads for what's to come. Her body quivers with anticipation.

"So the magic of that thing keeps in all sounds?" you ask.

She nods. "That's right."

"Then let's test its limits."

"Oh--Mmm~!" Her eyes roll back the moment you plunge your lips into hers. Then they stretch open wide to the feeling of your hot erection touching her leg. her hands reach around to grasp at your back as well as your neck, and your tongues begin a passionate dance.

You caress one another, her with hands up and down the firmness of your chest, and you not so different as your touch explores the cleavage presented from her dress, until with one firm tug, you pop her tits out easily. You push her even harder against the wall as you wrap your lips around them, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her sensitive skin. As she said, all she can do is melt. Her moans fill the room as your tongue enjoys the taste of her body, but things are only just beginning. You slip a hand down and then up her dress, and even a touch to her inner thigh is enough to make her scream for more.

Her panting breath is hot against your neck. As you kiss her yet again, you bring a hand up through her extremely soft head of hair, until you reach her antennae. You take one and gently place it between your fingers. As you run your thumb up and down, her eyes flutter back, and her knees weaken. It looks like you're scrambling her mind with each and every movement.

"T-Too much," she mumbles.

Then at last, you bring the head of your cock to tease the lips of her pussy. "Are you sure?" you ask.

"... Not enough," she fixes her thought, and then smirks. "I give you permission to rip it apart."

"Your dress?"

"But you better do it in one go, or I won't be satisfied."

You grin as you stare her straight in the eyes. Then with both hands, you take hold of her already partly removed dress, and with a single smooth motion, you absolutely shred the garment in half and toss the pieces to the ground, leaving Luna completely in the nude. The thrill takes her over instantly, and she once again throws her arms around you, pressing her chest into yours, as she devours your mouth with a ravenous hunger. Her wings flip wildly, sending a faint cloud of glistening dust into the air.