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Breaking Rank	By : JeremyBaldoan Category: A through F > Ender's Game Views: 8310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Breaking Rank
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    The dark haired girl sighed, annoyed, tossing her head back before laying back on the bed. Ender had left for Command School and she was there with only his Dragon Army’s remnants to keep her company. While few talked to her she took pride for Ender in the fact that their manner and demeanor was some semblance of how he had been as their leader. That did not soothe the pain, though.

    She had taken him under her wing and taught him all she knew about aiming – which was a lot as far as she was concerned ndash; and he was like her brother, was of course being the operative word. After he had his Dragon Army she began to see him in a new light and while it pained her to have her Army defeated so fully she knew that he could not hold back. She was angry and proud all at the same time. Still, something more lingered there than being proud of him. It wasn’t quite respect. She pushed it aside for a long time, deciding it would interfere with her training. She had to beat him. She had to.

    Now he was gone, though, and she had not been able to defeat him. No one had. He won battle after battle with dazzling ingenuity and she could only watch in wonder, learning from the techniques he used. But his battle tactics were not on her mind this night. Why should they be anyway? The commanders wrecked the Battle School anyway when they decided to test him.

    She sat there thinking of him, how she had watched him grow not quite into an adult in body but a man in spirit. In the process of it all, she had grown, herself, into a woman. Full fledged. Still, she kept the tradition of wearing nothing to her bunk as the rest of the boys did – their sleeping suit as they called it. Her breasts, however, were beginning to form and she had begun to have urges she hardly could control. But that didn’t matter – her army was like family to her. Well, not exactly, she reasoned.

    She slept in an empty bunk in the middle of the room and no one objected. The boys themselves were getting older and had begun to grow into manhood. Some days she questioned the tradition of sleeping undressed – she was the only girl at the academy, after all, she could probably do as she pleased if she really wanted special treatment. She dismissed the idea. Special treatment? No, that was not for her. At the same time that was not her only reason for it – the boys were indeed growing into manhood.

    She let them steal sidelong glances at her as she closed her eyes and lay on the bed some nights. Some nights she crossed her arms over her chest, the boys voicing a sound of dismay when she did. Innocently and apprehensively she asked what the problem was. Invariably they responded “Nothing sir” and went about their business. She enjoyed them watching her, though, not from vanity but because she could see that they wanted her and it amused her and somehow enticed her.

    The boys themselves had been growing quite nicely, she observed. She subjected them to her gaze upon their nether region. Their faces flushed as she did and they stood at attention – literally and figuratively. On occasion she looked a particularly large soldier in the eye and asked him why his face was so red. They flustered a response varying from the heat to a natural rosiness to their cheeks. No one admitted what she and they all knew. Some of the boys sniggered when she asked the question. She remained expressionless.

    Once and only once, a soldier would not respond, so she reached down and grabbed him. He gasped and bit his tongue. She asked him again why his face was red and now why he shook. He did not answer. She jerked him once, tilting her head with a near smirk as she looked into his eyes. She jerked again. No response. One final jerk and he made a high pitched noise in his throat, his sperm landing squarely on her thigh. He wore an expression of intense horror. The boys fell silent. Petra simply looked down, wiping the glob on her thigh, spreading it with her hand so it would dry faster, presumably, and lay down, closing her eyes. Her arms were not folded across her chest that night.

    From that day, the young boys whispered excitedly whenever she took an appraisal of their ‘weaponry.’ However, she never again touched one of them, which left them quite antsy when she was finished looking. She never once touched herself. When she heard a rustling sound in the middle of the night she sat up. Everyone was asleep except for the one creating the sound. Fap. Fap. Fap. The sound came incessantly. She walked briskly over to the boy at the end of the row, putting her hand over his mouth to stop him from yelling out in surprise. The dark haired boy was the one named Kevin, she noticed blandly. He sat there shocked; he had thought everyone was asleep and his commander was now standing over him. Immediately he released himself. She whispered in his ear with venom that he was never to do that in his bunk again. He nodded slightly, still petrified as she removed her hand from his mouth, walking back to her bed and falling fast asleep. No one tried it again.

    Tonight, she felt a few eyes watching her; the immediate three bunks around her. She wondered how bad it would be to be iced, anyway. Ender was gone and she would probably never see him again, after all. She didn’t have much to lose – Ender was the only one who could stop the buggers. Ender was the only one she wanted. Her hand moved over her left breast, slowly squeezing and teasing her developing nipple. She heard a few whispers and turned her head to the right, looking at the boy in the bunk. He turned away in a start. She let her eyes drift from his face down his body to his obviously throbbing member. She licked her lips and heard the boys around her sigh.

    “Kevin’s rule is off.” She declared loudly. That was the name they gave to the rule about pleasing themselves after the one she had informally declared the rule to that one night so long ago. The room fell silent. Had they heard her right? She never addressed vocally anything sexual. She imagined that she took measure of the boys because of a sexual reason but she never admitted it and they never asked her about it, they knew better. She also never spoke of “Kevin’s Rule” and they all thought she was unaware of what they meant when they talked about it in their bunks. They were shocked to hear her mention it but there could be no mistaking it, she made no rules that sounded remotely close.

    She wondered if they were bold enough to do so in front of one another – in front of family. She thought her soldiers hardened in will (and now in body) but did not know the extent of their desire. Seemingly to answer her question, the boy whose stiffness she had her eyes on suddenly held himself in his hand. She looked up at his face and he was biting his lower lip, his face was flushed and his eyes were closed tightly. She admired his courageous desire, if that’s what she could call it, and decided to reward his decision. Actually, she decided to reward herself for waiting so long to fulfill her own desires.

    Her fingers slid down her body, the tips of them touching her soft, thin pubic hair as she spread herself experimentally; she had never before tried this sort of thing but the boys didn’t seem to mind, she observed. The fap fap fap sound echoed around the room accompanied by heavy breathing. Her eyes stayed on the boy across the way, the initiator. She stroked around, moaning softly at the sensation. She slid a finger into herself when she found her opening. It felt good and the finger filled her tiny hole but it was not enough. She slid it in fully before sliding it back out, another moan escaped her lips. That was it, she thought.

    She watched the boy stroke himself feverishly as her finger slid in and out of her quicker. She made no effort to hide the noises that came from her mouth – the boys seemed to enjoy it. She heard a groan after every one of her girlish moans. Aside from her body and moans, after all, Petra was not the least bit girly. Her moans were high pitched and whimpers came just as often. She heard a boy across the room groan too loudly and then silence from him. She smirked. It was the first sign of playfulness the boys had seen. While some of their eyes focused on her breasts or her hand or even her feet, others gazed at her face, fascinated by her expression. The boy she was watching began to jerk faster and harder. She called out to him without realizing it.

    “Brad” The boy opened his eyes, turning his head to look at her, his face red as he saw her finger slid deep into herself.

    “Yes commander?” He said meekly, breathlessly.

    “Call me Petra.” His eyes opened wide. She had never before broken rank like this. It was an act as intimate as the hand job she had given the boy who would not answer her. He blushed slightly. She pretended not to notice. “Come here.” Silence fell over the room. No faps or groans came from the boys. All eyes were on him. Brad sat up, then stood, his member sticking out perhaps six inches – not big but she was quite tight; it would stretch her if he were inside her, she thought. He stood tall, perhaps 5’11” or so – too tall for a boy his age. Slowly, warily, he walked across the small space between bunks. He stood at the side of her bed.

    “Yes Com-…P-Petra?” He stammered.

    “Lick me.” She turned her body, spreading her legs to him. He seemed stunned. His eyes fell down her body to the junction between her thighs. The thin layer of hair showed she had just entered womanhood, but he had no experience there. He had never seen a woman intimately. “Now.” She insisted, making her voice as hard as she could.He knelt down, not wanting to disobey. She never let the boys touch her and he was to taste her in her most intimate of places? Her fingers moved down her body, spreading her own lips for him. He stared into her pink center, feeling the heat emanating from it. He looked up at her as his tongue ran up her from between her cheeks up to the top of her length. She moaned.

    “T-there…the top…” She gasped out. He obliged, looking at the small nub that was at the top. He could barely see it even with her lips spread but knew the area. He licked it slowly and she shivered. Her naturally tan skin was slick with sweat. He licked again and she moaned louder, shaking. Finally, he decided to take action. He licked her quickly, insistently. Her moans came loudly from her mouth and she whimpered softly. It was a little sensitive for him to lick so vigorously but it was nothing too painful. She was used to combat. The pleasure over rode the pain by a long shot. She whimpered in delight. She knew that she couldn’t hold on much longer. He licked quicker and her hips began to buck, he was surprised but she tasted good. He held on to her legs with all his might, completely breaking rank as she screamed and came hard into his mouth, letting go for everything she was worth. Her world went white and everything else seemed to vanish.

    When she came down from her high she found herself breathing heavily and Brad between her legs, wiping his mouth and smirking up at her. She smiled down at him. She was confused somewhat by her feelings towards him – she didn’t love him, she could tell by the way it felt. She knew it was not like what she felt for Ender but at the same time she didn’t think the other boys would satisfy her now. But, she could decide that another day and another time. Now she wanted to rest. She lay back on the bed, announcing to the room.

    “Never again is Kevin’s rule to be followed. You have the freedom in that field but you will not touch me without my permission. Ever. Or I will have you iced.” She turned her head to the room, the boys eyes full of lust “Feel free to touch each other, though.” A few laughs came from around the room and some silent faces looked at one another. She smirked and turned her head to Brad, mouthing the words “Thanks” before falling into a deep, satisfied sleep.
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