Shattered Boundaries Ch. 06

After some time had passed, an eternity or an instant, the soldiers felt small, soft hands slip into their own. Out of the corner of their eyes they noted the expressions of the sisters. The younger blonde's was a mixture of affection and contentedness. The elder redhead's one of triumph and mischievousness. There was something more beyond their smiles though. An undercurrent the men could only perceive on the farthest edges of their awareness.

They turned towards the two beauties and their eyes locked. As if caught once more in a dream, the soldiers began to lose their sense of reality, the world around them fading into an inconsequential haze. All their worries and apprehensions began melting away, and in the fathomless depths of their eyes, the two men found what they could only catch the barest hint of before.

Desire.

They thought they knew what it was to long for another, but what they sensed now was beyond their experience. This was not lust, an incandescent passion that courses through one's veins. Nor was it even love, a profound yearning in the depths of one's heart. No. What they had discovered surpassed even these. It was desire of the purest kind. A cry of longing, echoing from the very depths of ones soul.

From some hidden recess within them, they heard something. It came forth with the feel of familiarity, as if they had heard it all their lives. An answering cry. So long had it been locked away that it had not recognized the presence of their mates until now. The girls sensed the change in their Masters. Without a word being spoken, they led them to the bedrooms.

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Fire coursed through his body.

It was the only way that Anderson could think to describe it. From the center of his being to his farthest extremities, he felt heat radiating out. His heart thundered with a staccato rhythm, each beat serving to pump more liquid fire through his veins.

While the heat consumed his inner being, his skin became hyper sensitive. His uniform and armor were an almost unbearable annoyance. The cloth scratched into him and the weight of the armor plates only served to press it in harder. Pleasure came along with the heightened sensations though. The cool air ran across the uncovered portions of his skin. It dampened the smoldering fires just beneath the surface. In his palm he could feel the silky texture of his love's hand. It slid across his own at every motion.

Love.

The thought broke through the fog of his mind and a slight tremor ran up his spine. Yes, that is what she was. She was his love. Something fought the idea though. A small voice in the back of his mind. A final holdout against what the rest of him new to be true.

He stopped.

His sudden immobility halted the young women that held his hand. She looked back at him. Her expression one of confusion and fear. Had he decided against being with her? Was she not to his liking? Uncertainty seeped into her heart at his unreadable expression.

Her fears were unfounded though. He had paused at the sudden realization that everything had changed so dramatically. Was it not only minutes ago that they fought one another? A laugh echoed through his mind. The constant fights only made him want her more.

With that thought his eyes refocused and he saw the beautiful woman before him. Her expression wrenched at his heart. This would not do.

Anderson pulled her close. As he did so, his motion smoothly transitioned and he lifted her into his arms. Her eyes widened in surprise at her unexpected change of position. Looking up at him, she noticed him smirking. The infuriating man! Here she was, at her most vulnerable, and he was tossing her about.... Again!

Her anger washed away her previous feelings of doubt and fear. Looking down at her, Anderson noted how her green irises seemed to flicker with the fires of her nature. His smirk morphed. It was replaced by an expression of hunger. His little spitfire had come back to her senses.

He began carrying her towards the bed. It took her a moment to realize what was happening and then she was not sure whether to be annoyed or pleased that her Master had manipulated her so easily. She decided it did not matter. The problem that needed to be taken care of at the moment was that of all the clothing between them. She quickly and expertly did away with all the clasps and ties that she could reach. Anderson wondered how she knew the design of his armor so well, but only filed away the thought for another time. For now, he just needed to get her onto the bed so he could ravish her.

At last they reached the mattress and he laid her down gently. She looked up at him with affection in her eyes, but returned to her work. Almost all of his clothing and equipment were now gone, but from her position she was having a difficult time with his shirt. She had little patience for the flimsy garment and simply ripped it away.

Anderson chuckled at her enthusiasm before undoing his own belt and pants. It would be difficult enough to explain why he needed a new shirt without adding more items to the list.

On the bed, his soon to be lover took a moment to admire the view she had exposed. She knew her Master was a warrior, but what she saw proved it anew. His body was toned and muscular. His muscles were sleek and built for endurance though. They were not the bulging and disproportioned ones of those fools that wished to attract simpering wenches. She admired their definition and even became enrapt with a bead of sweat that slowly wound its way down his chest.

With a start, she regained her focus and realized that she was as yet fully clothed. Her Master was nearly undressed and here she was mooning over him. She moved quickly, slipping off her blouse and moving to undo her pants.

Standing above her, Anderson had dropped his last article of clothing and proudly bared himself for all the world to see. But it was the body being bared on the bed that held his interest. As his redheaded enchantress had begun slipping her blouse over her head, he could not help but commit every detail to memory. Every inch of her was perfection. She was certainly athletic, but she retained every curve and even that tantalizing impression of softness that were among the greatest gifts of femininity.

Her blouse had continued its rise though, and now his eyes widened a little more at the next revelation he was to encounter. It seemed his love was either not fond of brassieres or, more likely, had no need of them. Her breasts were round and firm, with two pink little nipples capping her lovely peaks. Anderson new nothing of cup measurements, all he cared for was that they looked to be a pleasant handful and he was determined to put that theory to the test.

The beauty he was so enraptured with lay unaware of his preoccupation with her form. She was busily working at the closing of her pants. She silently fumed at the female Creator's for their design. How was she to lay with her Master if these accursed things would not be removed. Relief washed over her as whatever held them together finally came loose and she was able to pull them down.

She looked up, prepared to drag her Master down to her if need be, but was taken aback. The hunger she saw in him was clear and somewhat overwhelming. A burst of warmth shot through her at the look in his eyes. She could swear that if he did not take her soon, the amount of moisture between her legs would ruin this bedding that the warriors seemed to value so much.

Anderson was more than willing to fulfill her wishes on that front. With a low growl he descended upon her and held her arms out. A squeak escaped from between his love's lips. Her flush deepened a little more with embarrassment at the sound she had just made. He barely noticed, primal instinct was demanding action and he caught her eyes once more. In that look, he expressed more than words ever could. She was his woman and he would give her pleasures beyond her wildest dreams.

The fiery redhead's contrary attitude was long gone. The silent fears she had communicated to her Bond-Sister, that her Master would not be able give her what she desired, had fled along with it. Here was all she sought, and so much more. All she had to do was allow her Master access to what was rightfully his.

And it was her decision. She felt this as surely as she felt the ease with which he held her. If she wished him to stop or showed the slightest indecision, he would reign in his passions. Some of the most powerful forces she had ever beheld would be locked away by a single word from her....

This made her all the more certain of her decision.

Anderson saw the change in her eyes. The roiling sea of emotion that he had witnessed a mere moment ago were gone. What had taken its place was pleading... and an almost shy anticipation of its fulfillment.

He had his answer.

He quickly closed the distance between them. As their lips met, he restrained himself for a moment more. Her lips were so soft and it would be so easy to lose himself, but he had to be sure she understood. In that first kiss, he tried to communicate all the love and adoration he felt. It was gentle at first, a light, yet electric touch. Its intensity gradually increasing until they were left breathless.

He broke away once more to gauge her reaction. From her expression, he was sure she understood. Eyes full of contentment looked up at him. Now that he had his wish, it was time to fulfill hers.

If there had been any more distance between them, the action Anderson took could have only been described as a pounce. Almost immediately he found a spot at the crook of her neck that elicited a very favorable reaction. As he kissed and nibbled her there, she began squirming about. Her body would rub up against his and low mewling sounds would emanate from her.

As she squirmed about, he realized that his hands could be much more gainfully employed. He released her wrists and her arms instantly wrapped themselves around him. He used his now free hands to explore those enticing curves he had previously witnessed. He avoided using the palms of his hands though, as his calluses might have been more of an irritation to his love, but he soon got the impression that she might actually have enjoyed the rough sensation.

Indeed she did. The young woman had never been with a man, always knowing she would find her Master, but she felt she needed to be prepared. To that end, she had taken on more than one female lover, but the sensations were completely different. They were small and soft, where her Master was large and powerful. As well, the hands of her previous lovers were always smooth and supple from their gentle lives. The roughness of her Master's hands were a stark contrast and reminded her of who she was with at every caress.

As those hands wound their way down her body, they slowed. He was approaching the very source of her womanhood and wanted to savor every sensation. They slid across the outside of her thighs, moving ever closer. Soon they were near their prize. But they would not cross those few final centimeters. The increasingly frustrated young woman could not wait any longer. She gripped his arm and attempted to force him across that short distance. Bu he would not budge. His fingers would dance about, drawing intricate designs across her skin, but they would not move any closer. She wanted to scream. She needed to find a way to end his little game and quickly. But it was as her mind became preoccupied with various schemes, that it happened.

Anderson had timed his maneuver perfectly and struck when she least expected it. His hand slipped closer and ever so lightly grazed her clitoris. The sudden touch was like an electric shock, bringing her attention squarely back on to him. Her delicate lips formed an O of surprise, and soon there were low moans escaping from between them. Her Master's skill was a revelation to her. She had heard so often from her lovers that only a women could truly know another woman's body. Yet here he was, bringing her to heights of pleasure that she had never imagined could exist. And he had only employed his hands and lips thus far...What would it be like when he....

She could not think. What he was doing to her was magic. Only disjointed images flashed through her mind. She wanted... something.... Needed it. But what was it... Of course, her Master would know.

She tried to get his attention. But she could not form any words, only more moans and whimpers. Instead she tried to touch him. Her body was not working correctly though. It was as one of the Creator's machines if they were to be struck by lightning. It would move, but not in the direction she intended or at the speeds she wanted. Her frustration was growing. She had to get his attention. With great effort she was able to control her voice just for a moment.

"Master..."

It came as a whisper, but he heard. Anderson looked up. She had never spoken that word in such a way. Always it came filled with sarcasm or tinged with irritation. But now, it came almost as a plea.

He knew what she desired. His caresses stopped. Those nimble fingers ceasing their activity. Their faces drew closer and their lips closed into another kiss full of love and reverence. They parted and he moved over her. Gently he positioned himself. Poised at her entrance, he stopped for a moment and kissed her once more.

As their lips played against each other, the petals of her flower slowly parted before him. A whimper came from his love. The tightness around him made him worry that he might hurt her. He moved slowly. Only centimeters at a time, always giving her a moment to adjust to his intrusion. Soon he felt that he could go no further and he knew he was fully inside her..

His lover stared up at him in wonder. The sensations were so very different to anything she had experienced. But that was not the reason for the look she gave him. After a lifetime of searching she had almost given up hope... But here she was... well and truly joined with her Master.

Anderson held himself without motion. They were both enrapt with the sensations they felt. His instincts would not allow him to hold that position for long though. Soon his love felt him moving within her. Slowly he slid out. The sense of emptiness that he left behind was almost unbearable. She tried to follow him, not wanting to let him go. The way his arms were positioned though, she could not move very far. This elicited another whimper. She wanted him back.

Just as it seemed they were to be parted, he moved back into her. Her whimper was transformed into a long, low moan. Anderson could not help but grin down at her. He was filled with pride at her reactions. He was no stranger to sex, but this far different. Each moan, each whimper that came from his love plucked at his heartstrings and filled him with a sweet melody. Certainly he was no stranger to sex... but in the midst of this war torn continent... They made love...

For an unknowable amount of time they moved against on another. An eternity that was far too short. Their bodies grew slick with the sweat of their exertions. Their breaths increasingly short and labored. They knew they were soon to reach the apex of their passions. While the tempo of his thrusts grew more rapid, something at the back of Anderson's mind was trying to make its presence known. As their need increased, he tried to ignore it, concentrating on the fulfillment of his promise. Bit by bit they climbed heights previously unknown to them. Soon they stood at a precipice. And with nary a thought, they dove headlong into it... Just as his body shook with pleasure, and his blood alternated between fire and ice, the sliver of knowledge that was struggling to break free made its way to the forefront of his mind. In the midst of this storm, he spoke her name for the first time.

"Seraphina..."