Beautiful Stranger

Beautiful stranger part two

Hastings thought process stalled completely at the feel of the young woman’s lips upon his. She filled his senses completely, the petal softness of her skin, her taste, the heat of her body rising to meet him carrying her inviting scent. His whole body froze, apart from his heart which raced as if he had been exercising hard.

Iris retreated and he felt an immediate loss. She took a small step back, looking slightly stricken. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that, you probably have a girl friend or something.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend, we are not permitted to have relationships.” He responded automatically.

“I don’t know what came over me, I don’t usually go kissing strangers.” Her hand flew to her mouth. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to….”

“No, it’s fine. It was nice…”

“Nice?” A haughty eyebrow rose at him.

“Better then nice.” He admitted. Hastings didn’t know what he was doing. He should have been laying on top of the roof, watching the road below not embracing this woman. It was a situation he had no idea how to defuse. He was hesitating, waiting for something.

This civilians interest in him was so inconceivable to him he wondered if he was hallucinating, or had some other mental dysfunction. To Hastings, Iris was one of the most attractive females that he had ever encountered but even that did not completely explain how he felt. Perhaps it was the secret knowledge she held in her violet eyes, knowledge that she was willing to share with him. The attraction he felt towards her was so far out of his remit of experience that he had no idea how to fight it, in fact he could not find any desire in him to fight it. He found himself leaning down as she turned her face up to his, rising up to meet him.

Her lips pressed to his again, firmer this time before nibbling and nipping at his lower lip making something primitive and long ignored in him stir. He gave a long shuddering breath. Pulling back slightly Iris looked up in to his eyes. From the corner of his eye he saw her hand come up, he flinched instinctively catching her wrist in an iron grip.

“I’m sorry, hands coming towards my face are usually fists.” He explained as she tugged at her hand trying to free herself, panicking slightly.

“It’s ok.” She soothed keeping her violet eyes upon his face.

He let go of her arm slowly, calming himself Hastings closed his eyes as her soft palm cupped his cheek. Smiling she ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “Open your mouth.” She urged. He sucked in her digit wanting to taste her skin. Sweet, salty. “That’s not quite what I meant.” She laughed softly.

He smiled back, and then took the initiative taking her lips again, amazed at the ability to do so. Having enjoyed it himself he tried to copy her opening his mouth to nip at her lower lip as she had, but she tilted her head slightly and her tongue slipped through to slide against his. He stiffened in shock but she kept hold of his head with persuasive hands, and he relaxed as she kissed him tentatively. He moaned at her gently exploration a husky sound he did not recognise in the back of his throat. It seemed to drive the woman on as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, and gaining confidence he kissed her back. It was a duel of sorts, and he chased her teasing tongue in to her mouth, dominating.

As the passion rose between them he found himself pushing her back against the wall, his mouth growing more demanding upon hers; the need to press himself against her an unconscious but none the less persistent desire. As the kiss continued he felt breathless, dizzy. The breath left her body as her back connected with the wall. He lifted his head, to apologise.

“You’re shaking.” She whispered against his lips, then smiled benevolently up at him, looking slightly dazed herself. Her fingers stroking over his cheek again. “You don’t have to answer Hastings, but have you ever been with a girl before?”

“Have I done something wrong?” He had been so lost in the sensation of the kiss that it hadn’t occurred to him that she might not be equally as enthralled. He was an S2, failure was never an option.

“No, no quite the opposite.” Iris replied her hand curling in his shoulder strap, keeping him close. “It’s just that you said you weren’t allowed relationships….. and well your just so….. I just wondered, well is this your first time?”

“We are not allowed to have sexual relationships.” Hastings confirmed.

“You’re not allowed at all?”

“We would be severely punished if we ever raped a civilian.”

“Well rape and consensual sex are two very different things Hastings. I totally agree with them forbidding you to rape a woman, but if she wants to have sex with you then that should be ok right?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think this situation has ever come up before. No civilian woman has ever offered before. And there are no female’s on base, or at our training establishments.”

“How about when you were younger, at school didn’t you ever meet girls then?”

“I have been in various different training establishments since birth. We have never had access to women.”

“Oh.” He saw a flash of something that could have been pity, but it was swiftly overlaid with curiosity, her voice like a caress. “Then you have never been kissed before?”

“No. There is no room in our training for such things.”

“Then you have never been aroused before? Felt desire.”

The questions made him feel uneasy, annoyed, he met her gaze hotly. “I know of arousal. But Desire plays no part in our life, desire has no place in our training, in combat, on the field. We are soldiers. Our purpose is to serve.”

“Serve, serve who?” She said cryptically. “You know of arousal, but not of desire?”

“Sometimes in the mornings I feel…” Hastings faltered.

Her large violet eyes widened in understanding, she shifted her body close enough to touch but not. Her breath against his ear as her hand slid down his stomach. “Do you ache in the mornings?”

He swallowed hard, his eyes taking in her face, the flush of her cheek, her thick dark lashes, the curve of the top of her breast.

“On those mornings you touch it like this?” Hastings gasped as her hand cupped the bulge within his trousers.

He closed his eyes tight, nodding.

“Do you rub it like this?” Iris whispered, as she kissed him again.

It was almost uncomfortable, he felt all the strength in limbs go, and he pressed his forearms in to the wall, leaning on it for support as the world shifted around him, caging her in with his body.

“I don’t understand.”

Iris nipped his ear, sucking on the lobe. Every bit of training screamed at him that she was biting him, that he should not let her teeth be so close to his vulnerable neck, but it felt so good. Like the nerves were connected directly to his groin. “I’m showing you the difference between arousal and desire. That is if you want me to?”

He took hold of her hand, needing her to stop for a moment so that he could think. Hastings was vaguely aware of the congress that happened between man and woman, but he had never dwelt on it. A regiment of strict training, mental and physical conditioning as well as his operational duties left him with no time to dwell on irrelevant matters. He understood the mechanics of the act, but he had never comprehended the feelings that touching another human being like this might bring. Now though, he was beginning to.

She pulled back away from him, as far as his body would allow, he crowded closer, catching her chin so that she had to face him. “Iris, do you find me an acceptable partner for sexual relations?”

“I think that I have made that quite clear already.” Iris laughed. “I find you very desirable. And from what I have seen I think you want me just as much.”

“I was just checking.” He explained, a small smile tugging at his lips.


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Iris was enthralled by the Spartan’s naivety. How many men would tremble under her touch? How many men who looked like him were completely inexperienced? She should have been disappointed, but so far what he lacked in experience he had been making up with passion. The kiss they had shared had started off timed, even bashful, she had initiated it – but soon Hastings had the upper hand, taking over.

“We need to go to the bedroom.” Iris urged, untwining her arms from about his strong neck.

He looked down at her outstretched hand, slowly enveloping it in his own. With a small tug he followed her quite meekly, even though his eyes burned for her tigerishly.

Hastings seemed quite as suppressed by her hand holding as he was by her hand on his crouch. He was as untouched by basic human contact as was by desire. It made her wonder why no one had ever done this before her? Were all the Spartan’s like this, brought up in a barren emotionless existence? She felt pity for him, and wanted more then anything to show him what he was missing out on.

She almost stopped in the doorway, what was she doing? Was she really going to bed a Spartan? Who knew how many people Hastings had killed in the line of his work? How many he would kill. Spartan’s were emotionless remorseless killers. Hastings bumped in to her.

“Iris?”

His face was so open, handsomeness withstanding there was a raw need and vulnerability there. What ever Hastings was, he was not emotionless. She smiled up at him reassuringly. “Come on.”

The late afternoon sun spilled in through the window making the dust motes dance in glittering patterns, and bathing the room in golden light. Turning and looking back at the Spartan his eyes blazed gold, as if reflecting the dying sun. Bronzed, he could have been Apollo, or Sol Invictus. Iris had felt the swells of his muscle, now she wanted to see his body. To see if all his skin was that deep golden tan. “You need to take your armour off.”

The Spartan’s amber eyes scanned the room wearily, he was hesitating. Taking the initiative, Iris unclipped her hair, letting her wild curls fall free about her face and shoulders. She pulled off her cardigan, tossing it on to a near by chair. Coming closer she reached up to help him, but he stepped back. “I will do it, just give me a moment.”

“Ok.” Iris sat down on the bed, just watching the Spatan quietly as he struggled with himself. Staring at the floor, his hands went to the catches on his armoured suit. With more efficiency then sensuality Hastings striped his armour, but Iris admired the sure way his hands worked. How he unconsciously displayed his suppleness as he flexed and twisted to reach all the catches, but it left his combats on. He placed it down neatly besides the bed, his rifle as well.

The Spartan’s eyes flickered between her and his rifle, obviously uncomfortable to put it down. But he did. Iris patted the place besides her invitingly, trying her best to look alluring. Slowly he eased himself besides her, the bed creaking under his weight. He shook his head ruefully, rubbing his chin. “I must be mad to be doing this.”

“No. It’s normal to want to do this, natural.” Iris denied, putting a hand on his shoulder and turning to face him.

His lips curved. “Not for me.”

“Well you could have fooled me.” Iris chuckled cupping his face to kiss him again, wanting to wipe that troubled look from his hansom face, kissing him gently, barely a touch. Teasing him, sharing his breath, some how it was more intimate then what they had shared before. She slid her hands down his chest until she could feel the racing of his heart beneath her palm through the course fabric of his combats, still just brushing her lips against his. But he did not stand her teasing long his hands burying in her hair, taking control once again, smashing her mouth in to his in a passionate mating that bent her back.

She was the one trembling now, as her fingers found the buttons of his shirt. Sliding them free one by one, letting her shy soldier get used to the idea. Hastings stopped to look down at what she was doing, watching as she ran her finger tips up and down his chest. “You’re magnificent.” Iris murmured. He really was, even with the sun at his back she could see his heavily muscled pectorals, and the definition of each of his abdominal muscles. A prime specimen. She liked her lips looking down at the deep indents leading from his hips to his groin.

Iris splayed her hand out over the sprinkling of bronze hair that scattered his chest, somewhat resembling an eagle, its wings spread. He watched her with the steady gaze of a lion hunting its pray leaning back in to take her mouth again. She sank slowly back on to the bed and he followed her, at first hovering above her body as if worried about crushing her, but as the heat grew between them he slowly sank his weight on to her, rubbing his hard muscled body against hers. Iris brought her legs up to cradle his hips better, and he mindlessly rocked in to her, apparently all his instincts were intact despite his inexperience.

Pulling back slightly he took a deep shuddering breath, calming himself. “I want to see you to.” His voice was a rough husk that sent heat pooling deep within her.

Iris tugged at the shush that nipped in the waits tossing it behind her, then her hands went to her buttons. To her surprise his fingers joined hers swiftly popping the small pearls free, his consternation intense. Finally her dress gaped open leaving her in just her underwear.

Hastings reached out to touch her, his hand running up her leg, calf to thigh in a long slow caress. “Your so soft.” There was a slightly panicked look on his face, pleading as he looked up at her. “I have never done this before.”

Iris stroked his head. “You already told me.” She scooted closer. “It’s ok, it’s all about exploring each other. We will find out what each other likes together. Just relax.”

He didn’t look utterly convinced. Iris took the initiative, kissing the corner of his mouth, then down his neck, nipping at his shoulder as she helped him shrug off his shirt. Dogtags swung like a pendulum, the metal was cold as it brushed her skin as she kissed and nipped lower feeling his muscles bunch and tighten as she did. Obedient to her gentle pressure he lay back down, this time beneath Iris, but he remained somewhat ridged in this more vulnerable position. She smiled wickedly and swirled her tongue over his flat brown nipples making him hiss. Oh, yes she was going to enjoy this.

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It was a somewhat nerve raking experience to be on his back with the female he only knew for a few hours curled over him. Gradually Hastings as able to relax, and enjoy the sensations. Iris’s mouth as it dropped kissed and little licks all over his abdomen was like the fall of the hot fat drops of rain in the jungle. He squirmed, only to be restrained by her hand pressed flat over his belly as she consternated her attentions on the V leading to his groin.

Iris suddenly sunk to the floor between his legs. Worried as to what she was doing he immediately sat up, to see Iris smoothing her hair back with both hands. He admired her sinuous movements as she slipped totally from her dress, baring her body to him. She was all slim limbs, and sensuous curves that were just begging for him to smooth his hands along. Her breasts were like ripe fruit hanging softly, giggling even in their confines, her legs looked strong, and he wondered if he could span her waist with his hands. He had seen many of the other S2’s naked, but never had he seen a woman without clothes and he was totally unprepared for his reaction. The ache in his groin turned in to a burn as he was suddenly harder then he had ever been in his life. Hastings genuinely thought that he might burst.

The woman smiled at him, a knowing smile that spoke of forbidden knowledge. Eve and the fruit. Temptation. She liked her lips leaving them glossy and inviting, he was riveted as she ran her hands up his thighs which were suddenly very sensitive, almost ticklish. Her hands progressed in symmetry up to his stomach, going for his trouser fastenings. Helpless to do anything but watch, he sat as Iris deftly undid his combats freeing his length from the confines. He groaned in relief.

“Going commando.” Iris smiled, her breath was cool over his heated skin even as it caused him to twitch. “I like it.”

She griped his swollen desire at the base. He jerked at the contact, but let her continue. He was as aware of her hand as a knife at his throat. Inch by inch she lowered her head, and then to his astonishment she took a long lick, from base to tip.

“Your big, so I won’t be bale to take all of you.” She admitted, he wasn’t sure what she meant but she sounded as if she expected him to be disappointed.

“No, this is…” He really had no words. She was licking up and down his shaft, it was a hundred times better then his own hand. Frankly the two weren’t even comparable. The Spartan was trembling, afraid of the sensations Iris was causing but straining for more. And when she rose up slightly to suck his head in to her mouth he really was not sure that he was going to survive it, as pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain griped him. He twisted his hands in the sheets and grit his teeth from crying out.

“Ah, Iris…” He panted, his hands coming to fist in her wild curls, like heavy silk in his hands. Pushing her away, urging her on he didn’t know. It was to much, not enough….. If an insurgent came through the room he would have no chance of stopping them like this, he couldn’t have moved his legs if he wanted to.

She looked up at him innocently. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her breath puffed across his sensitive head.

No he really didn’t want her to stop. Dam it, and dam caution. The building could blow up and he wouldn’t care as long as she didn’t stop.

She smiled, kissing the eye of his length then tripping her tongue over it making him shake as fluid leaked from his shaft. He didn’t need to say, as she took him graciously in to the warm wet cavern of her mouth again, bobbing up and down. In his hands her hair slid back and forth as his grip slackened, there was just so much of it, luxurious. It was dark in contrast with her skin, that was now shell pink with the setting sun. Her lashes were long and thick laying like fans on her cheek, but every so often the veil would life as she stole a cheeky look up at him with those haunting violet eyes. Leaning a bit further forward he could see the curve of her rump. He knew that the image of her knelt between his legs would be tattooed on to his brain forever more.

After a moment of eternity he reached fever pitch. His release was like nothing he had ever experienced, starting at the base of his spine and radiating out through his body along every nerve. He tried to warn her, but she paid no heed, swallowing his essence down even as rush after rush came pounding from deep within him leaving him week and humming with a languid pleasure. His horse shout still echoing in his ears and around the room.

“That was…”

Iris stood, all grace and sleek curves. She smiled disarmingly, but her violet gaze was dark and full of promises. “That was just for starters.”