Ezri's Dream

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Rating: NC-17; Nudity, Sexual Situations.
Pairing: Ezri Dax &


Ezri’s Dream
by Phantom 69781

Ezri Dax opened her eyes and sat up in her bed, preparing for the day’s work ahead. Dressed only in a black scoop necked babydoll nightgown, so sheer as to be little more than smoke, and so short that the hem stroked her hips and bare bottom as she walked, to say nothing of the tickling sensations in her dark pubes, she went to the replicator. “Darjeelan Tea,” she ordered, taking a sip of the heady mixture, feeling its familiar stimulating warmth. Interestingly enough, it tasted like chocolate.
The world had that familiar/unfamiliar quality associated with a dream, where events were disjointed, yet seemed to flow with logic of their own. For instance, Dax ‘remembered’ waking up but not getting out of bed.
Finishing the cup, she returned it to the replicator, where it would be resolved to its component molecules. Taking off the tiny nightgown, she threw it on the bed and was off to meet the day. Exiting her quarters, she started down the corridor, on her way to Ops. She’d stop in, see how things were going, and then head down to her office.
As she reached the first intersection, she passed two crewmen coming from the other direction. They saw her, stopped, gaping in astonishment, their eyes almost bursting out of their heads. “Hi, guys,” she greeted them cheerily.
“Lieutenant Dax? Are you -?”
“What’s -?” She looked down, following their eyes. She was naked. Completely and utterly nude. And she had to admit that she did look cute. “Oh, a dream,” she realized, “I’m still dreaming.” She looked up at them.
“Yeh, uhn, sure, whatever you say, Lieutenant.” She walked on past them, everything making sense now. She felt them continuing to stare at her until she got out of sight, hardly distressed.
She reached the turbolift, there was a young man in it. He was almost 5’11”, brown hair, wearing Command red. “Ops.” She looked over at him. He was staring at her body, and reached out for her as the doors closed. In that disassociated way things in dreams were, she heard herself say: “You can touch if you want.” She stood still as he cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, running his thumbs along her nipples. She felt the sensation clear down to her bare toes. “Ohhh.” She sighed as he pinched her nipples lightly.
The turbolift entered Ops, coming up as an open car. He let her go and, as it stopped, he got out and walked to the left, she continued to the right. As she entered the main body of the room first one, then another, then everyone stopped, looking at her. “Ezri?”
“Good morning Miles. How are you doing?”
“I’m -” It came out a bit high. He stopped, swallowing. “I’m fine. Thanks. How... how are, um, you?”
“Just great.” She answered brightly. Kira was suddenly next to her.
“Are you sure?”
“Sure I’m sure I’m sure.” She grinned. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Captain Ben Sisko took just that moment to walk out of his office. He got about three steps down the stairs, and stopped dead.
“Ezri!” She looked up, smiling at him. “Explain yourself!”
“Oh, hi Benjamin. Don’t be concerned. I’m just dreaming, and you’re in it. Lucid dreaming, it’s called.”
“Lucid dreaming.”
“Yes, you know; where you’re dreaming and you know you’re dreaming, and you can control aspects of your dream. But this is a lot more real than I’m used to.”
“That’s because it is real!”
“What?”
“You heard me. This is the real Ops, with your real fellow officers, and you are really naked.” She stared at him, but something in the outrage in his voice... She looked at O’Brien, who nodded. She looked at Kira who nodded. She looked at the ensign at the communications board, who was staring at her -
“Oh! OH! OH GOD!” She desperately tried to cover up, trying to hide her breasts, crotch, bottom, an impossible task as she cringed, looking for someplace to hide. “OH GOD! OH GOD! DON’T LOOK!”
“Transporter!” Sisko snapped. “Mr. O’Brien, beam her back to her quarters.” Horrified, she ran up the steps, desperately trying to cover everything and failing completely. She was never so relieved to feel the transport energy suffuse her body.
She appeared back in her bedroom, absolutely mortified. She couldn’t believe she had done it! The corridor, the turbo, Ops! “Welcome back.” She gave a shriek as she turned, seeing the young man behind her that she’d spent the trip to Ops with. She covered her breasts.
“What are you doing here?!”
“Well, I’m not really here, am I? I’m still in your dream.”
“This is not a dream!” She yelled.
“Of course it is. Otherwise, how could I be here? How could she be here?” He pointed to her bed. She looked, stunned to see herself lying there, deeply asleep. She still wore the thin black nightie, and as Ezri stared at her sleeping self the man behind her reached around and put his warm hands on her breasts, caressing them. It felt good, she had to admit, and her sleeping self smiled, one hand going to her breasts, the other drifting down to her parted legs. As the ‘man’ reached down her body, his fingers delving between her legs to touch her moistening labia, her sleeping self groaned, arching her hips into her own hand.
She was turned around, and the man holding her was not wearing a uniform. She looked down and decided she was happy. “You can’t get on the bed.” He told her, pulling her unresisting body into his arms and kissing her hotly. “This is a lucid dream and you’ll wake yourself up. But the carpet is as comfortable as you want it to be.” He held her close, kissing her throat, the sensations sending tingling waves through her, and she felt his hardness against her and reached for him. He kissed her passionately, and in moments she was returning it just as enthusiastically.
She knelt down, hungry, and took his hard penis in her mouth, licking and sucking, her fingers stroking it as she took it deep, thrilled; giving herself over willingly. She could taste him perfectly, with that sharpness of clarity she’d always associated with the best dreams. She reached down between her own legs, feeling the heat and moisture as a response to the hard, hot shaft of flesh in her mouth.
Slowly he knelt down, making her lie on the carpet to keep the same level, and his hands stroked her responsive flesh as she lay on her side, licking and sucking. He caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples as they hardened more, flares of tingling lust shooting through her. His other hand reached down for her and she spread her legs, letting him in. He teased her clitoris, drawing moans of lust from her. She was wet and very hot, her hips thrusting on their own to meet his hand. He teased and stroked her clitoris until finally she had to pull her lips off him, gasping. “Fuck me! Please! Fuck me now!”
He lay her back, lowering his body to hers and as she clung tightly to his hard body he positioned himself and thrust into her tight pussy. She cried out, but was so tight that he had to push again and then harder before he finally buried himself deep into her as she screamed in pleasure It felt so good to have his hard penis buried in her tightness that she almost cried in pleasure. He drew out, pushing deep, pressing his crotch against her clitoris; then he pulled out and pushed in just as hard.
Ezri let herself go with a wild abandon, thrusting her hips up to meet his hard thrusts, crying out loudly every time he filled her, slamming into her with breathtaking force. He ground his pelvic bone into her clit with every filling of her tight vagina, roughly taking her. She kept crying out as he took her, harder and harder, and she let herself go to him, reaching for his thick hardness, until with a loud cry she felt her climax come upon her, her body trembling, clenching, gushing hot cream between her legs as she felt his hot sperm fill her, pumping into her womb.
She was coming again and again, wild orgasms wracking her body, thrashing about wildly on the floor, her legs wrapped around his hips as he rammed deeply into her clutching pussy. Finally, with a massive explosion, her body was consumed in one last writhing, thrashing, shrieking orgasm and she felt herself clutch his thickness, riding him as she rode the waves of her tumultuous climax.
She collapsed, utterly spent, feeling her vaginal walls still clutching his pumping cock, and he lifted himself up off her. “You were wonderful.” He told her with a smile.
She squeezed his cock with her vagina. “You were absolutely spectacular!” She sighed, giving him another vaginal hug. He kissed her, pulled out and stood up. She groaned, feeling him leave her, and wanted him back. She didn’t want this dream to ever end! She could barely move, but could not take her eyes off his thick hard cock hanging above her head.
“Thanks, pussy. Sorry about the fooling.” So saying, his body was consumed in a pillar of sparkles, and he was gone. Astonished, not liking this end of her dream at all, she sat up. The first thing she noticed was her empty bed, and the black nightie she’d tossed down laying where she’d thrown it. Why wasn’t it on her sleeping body? And where was it? She didn’t like this turn at all.
“Sisko to Dax.”
Trying to shake off the confusion, she answered automatically. “Go ahead Benjamin.”
“Report to my office. And this time; be certain you wear your uniform!” She heard the annoyance in his tone, and felt between her legs with a sense of dread. She was wet, and sensitive, and hot, and...
“Benjamin, that wasn’t a dream?”
“No, that was not a dream!”
She stared at the wetness on her hand with mounting horror.