The dream was a familiar one, to Aurianna. A memory from before Matthias had fallen from grace. Before he sacrificed himself for her. The recollection haunted her for years, feeding her guilt. But it wasn’t all bad. Some parts of it were rather pleasant…
With the sun beaming down on her eyes, Aurianna awoke, irritated. “Master?” she called as she sat up, rubbing her eyes, looking for him. Where was he? “Master?” she shouted a bit louder, standing now, stretching greatly. She walked a ways, remembering the pond they had passed. He was probably getting some water for the-
He was naked! In the water, with his back to her. Aurianna had nearly gasped as she saw him, covering her mouth to prevent the sound from escaping. She had seen him with his shirt off, a few times, but not like this. Not with water rolling down his well-defined shoulders, his muscles tensing just beneath the surface.
She had seen Jeoram, most of him, anyways, though not all at once like this. Besides, Jeoram didn’t look like that. Goddess, Matthias was a man. It was evident as she looked on, imagining herself slipping into the water with him. Splashing him, and watching the water roll down his abs and chest. Wrapping herself in his wet embrace, letting him kiss her, hard and deep like Jeoram did. She bet he could show her a thing or two about pleasure. Instead of fumbling about her body, like Jeoram.
Thinking that she wouldn’t get another chance like this, she crouched behind a tree. Fingers tugged at the laces of her breeches, pulling them open, just enough to fit a hand inside. Fitting a finger inside her warmth, teasing herself and imagining it was him. Matthias’ fingers, tracing trembling lips and teaching her throbbing clit. And perhaps, something more…
"Enjoying yourself, Ari?" he asked, emerging from the water. His smile was knowing, welcoming, amused. He stood before her, water trailing down his skin, grinning as she blushed and stared at his naked form. Kneeling before her, he raised her lips to his. "Why don't you come join me? I promise you'll enjoy it more."
“I…uh…I…” Goddess, was he really inviting her? Dreams merged with fantasy, past and present melding and mixing until the discrepancy was lost. No longer a teenage girl, fantasizing about her teacher. Now they were just a man and a woman, free to pursue their own desire. He kissed the apprehension away, melting her in his warm embrace, his lips pressed hard against hers, opening her mouth with longing. Her tongue sought out his, sliding along the hot muscle, granting access to her mouth as she sought entrance to his.
She had stopped fingering herself, when he caught her, but had yet moved her hand away. The heat between her thighs grew more demanding, as his naked chest pressed against hers, and his mouth tasted her. Fingers moved again, filling her slit as he brought a hand down to cup her breast. Her nipple awoke to his touch, growing with excitement as he brushed against it with calloused fingers. The hand around his neck clung to him, even tighter, wanting more as she fingered herself harder.
He broke the seal of their lips, and she whimpered. He had his own plans, as he pulled her shirt over her head, his eyes moving down to gaze upon her bare chest. Her blush grew deeper, spreading over exposed skin. He kissed her again, harder, hungrier. His hands hungrier, as they feasted on her body, caress her curves and sliding over her stomach. Still, she stroked, in and out, teasing her sopping slit. He joined her, adding one of his own thick fingers inside. Stretching her even more, until the pleasure was maddening.
“Master!” she cried, burying her head in his chest, her breath ragged and coming in gasps now. Her heart pounded, the blood racing through her body, a faint pink blush crawled along her complexion. She was tight around his finger and hers, throbbing in a way that made her breathless, and weak in his arms. “Master…” She exhaled, quivering against his touch.
Desire and amusement twinkled in Matthias' hazel eyes as she moaned out the word "Master". His finger stroked deeper, exploring the liquid heat of her sex. "Only if you're in that sort of mood, Ari," he murmured, his lips finding hers once more. Gently his tongue slipped into her mouth, thrusting and exploring with the same lazy heat as his finger.
He broke the kiss, trailing little kisses interspersed with gentle nips down her throat. "Goddess, I love you," he whispered against her skin, biting just hard enough to leave a little mark on her collarbone. His finger slipped over hers, withdrawing from her channel to circle her clit. "I never thought you might feel the same."
The words damn near broke her heart. Hearing them drawn from his lips made her hopeful and mournful. It was what she wanted, all she had wanted for a long time. And yet, hearing them now, in the context of the dream, left her empty. It wasn’t real, none of this was real, could never be real…
"I don't. I just want you." The new voice was Matthias' as well, but with a hard edge. It came from behind her, hot on the nape of her neck. Hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts and squeezing them as a body pressed up against her back.