Her Protectors, Their Love

First were on their minds for quite a long time. Cameron had recieved the coveted "first kiss." Something that the others had secretly been seeking to recieve. The rest of that night Yvette had spent in her bedroom alone. Quite confused and flushed. Cameron had offered to stay with her, wishing for much more than a kiss. But rather than agree she had done the opposite and chosen to stay alone. Cameron hadn't taken it to heart but it had disappointed him. She hated to disappoint but she wasn't quite sure she was ready for much more.

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"Damn cold," she complained, pulling on a large fur robe and big furry boots. She walked over to her fireplace, deciding it was her job to make the room hotter but instead of making the fire stronger she had put it out. "Shit." She threw down a log she held in her hand, watching it hit the other wall. She didn't want to wake anyone up, hating the look of a cranky maids' face. Even with the robe pulled over her body, the sheer nightdress underneath was no match to the cold air, slowly creeping in. She could pull on leggings with feet covers, meant for cold nights, but even then she knew it'd be no use. There was only one option.

"Mal?"

She shook him a little, watching him wake up with a smile. "Princess? What brings you 'round these parts?," he said with a sleepy tone, the accent she loved so much slipping out. Before she could answer she felt him pull her forwards, causing her body to fall on his. She giggled lightly, keeping quiet.

"Wait, let me pull off my shoes." She got off him, sitting on the edge of his bed as she pulled the boots off.

"Coat too, too hot for that thing."

"Hot? Want to go to my room? Nice and freezer like in there." She looked over her shoulder and she pulled off the robe. It was hotter in there than her room, although she wasn't sure if it was due to the fire of her own body. Mal had rolled onto his side, propping himself up with his arm. With the other arm he pulled up the sheet, covering her as she slid in. He wasn't wearing a shirt she realized as she pulled herself close to him, her cheek gently pressing against his chest.

He took a deep breath of her hair, rubbing her shoulders under the sheets. He'd been dreaming of her. He'd been dreaming of her skin and of her smile. It wasn't like him at all, to feel all weak inside from a simply giggle or laugh. He'd upset all day with Cameron once again bragging of his kiss with her. It'd been a week before that night but Cameron had made sure to remind the others every day. She had almost ignored the 4 of them that week they had began to realize, finding reasons to go off alone. Mal had been scared that when she began to seek them again she'd seek Cameron but there she was, lying in his arms and his alone.

"Messed up your fire again didn't you?"

"I'm prone to messing up fires."

[i] Like mine?, [/i] he thought. She'd messed with his from the second he had layed eyes on her. He wasn't one to love. Before her he had been somewhat a loner, prone to seeking solitude than company. The others had always considered him a lady's man, for with his looks it was easy to get laid. But he'd never loved anyone, and slowly he'd began to feel something he could only imagine was just that, love. "Well you're here now. No more cold."

"No more cold," she repeated, kissing his chest without a second thought. Upon feeling her kiss on his bare chest, she'd woken a part of his body she hadn't intended on waking. With every breath on his skin, with every wiggle of her body in his arms, he could feel his member harden. He imagined she had passed out, having remained silent for some time. There was no way he could sleep.

She wasn't sleeping, she wasn't even tired at this point. She felt him against her, hard and pressing against her leg between his sleeping bottoms and her long night dress. She had never felt one of them against her that way. She took a deep breath, feeling between her legs grow wet. She bit down on her lips to surpress a sigh of pleasure. When she felt the sigh subside she let her lips free of her teeth and he suddenly felt her lips press against his skin, moist from her tounge. His breathing grew rapid, trying to calm himself was no use. He began to realize however, her breathing had increased as well. His mind started to believe she wasn't as asleep as he had thought. He raised his hand, pulling her long hair away from her face and with his fingers on her chin, guided her face to look at him. Her eyes were open, bright as ever. "Mal," she began to say in a soft moan but he didn'tlet her finish her sentence, pressing his lips against her, rolling her onto her back. Her breasts could barely stay inside her night dress as their kisses grew rapid and stronger. Her legs had wrapped around his waist. The buttons at the top of the dress kept un-doing as her chest rubbed against him. She hadn't felt this amazing ever and with every inch of her skin became more exposed against his, the more she wanted it to go on.

Mal wasn't going to let the chance of having her slip away. She felt his hands grab onto her hips and as he slid his hands up her body the dress came with it. Her arms went up over her head as the dress reached her shoulders and he pulled the dress off her completely revealing the one thing he'd been dying to see, her naked body. He could die happy then and there after that moment, as his lips returned to hers. The second his chest touched hers she groaned and he felt it on his lips. She was upset however to feel his lips leave hers until they reached her nipples. She had never imagined lips there, let alone what it would feel like. She wasn't complaining. She gave out a sharp sigh her fingers sliding through his hair. Mal was going nuts, tasting her skin lovingly. She could feel a heat grow between her legs and she wanted nothing more than to feel him between her legs again. Mal felt the same way, growing impatient because with each bite at her nipples and each groan of pleasure his body wanted to be inside her more and more.

Finally he felt her feet trying to push down his pants. He couldn't wait anymore and leaving her breasts, pulled down his pants, searching for her face with his hands. He cupped her face in his hands, positioning himself between her. The tip of his member brushed against her wetness, causing him groan before he spoke. "It'll hurt. A bit okay? I'll... I'll try to go slow. Don't be scared." She wasn't. He pressed his lips against her and taking a deep breath pushed down into her, causing a small cry to escape her mouth into his. He groaned as well, as he pulled out and pushed back in. This time she moaned, arching her back, and the moan was far from one of pain. She could feel a hunger for more grow inside her and he slowly pumped into her body, his face pressed into her neck. She felt like she couldn't breathe, quietly begging for him to continue. With each push in he grew faster and faster, his lips finding hers again. She was moaning with each push now, saying his name over and over. There was no need for blankets at this point, the heat from their bodies could heat a small home for a family of 10. She felt the heat grow and grow until a small unfamiliar feeling began to explode in her body.

"Mal!" she almost screamed, her lips releasing his as her first orgasm left her body. He could feel the walls around his cock shake so wildly there was no way he could hold on any longer. He let go inside her with a yell. Their bodies shook with the pressure. She had never felt something like that before and through sighs she laughed, "More."

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That wasn't her last first. Upon hearing Mal had been the first to have her, John and Patrick had decided it was time for them to make their feelings for her known.

Patrick had caught her off-guard after a shower, picking her up from her chair in front of her dresser where she had sat brushing her hair in a bathrobe. He'd thrown her on her bed, becoming the first to taste the wetness that had grown between her legs.

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John had always felt like he was the one the other 3 considered the "young" one. He was younger, but he hated being made fun of and pick on. He'd left home for that reason, growing tired of his older brothers. There was a difference however, for Cameron, Mal, and Patrick were more like brothers to him than his true ones ever were. Once, on a ride into town with Yvette, they had run into two of his 5 brothers. They were nothing like John, fat and balding even in their 20s and 30s.

"John!," the oldest named Marcus had said, throwing open his cape. They were well off, his brothers either working for his father's buisness or starting their own. John had been the only one to go into the army. "How are you my dear brother?"

John face grew pale. Yvette could see now why he'd avoided his family since the war had ended. She knew that the fact that their brother was there with none other than what was rumored to be the King's favorite daughter was a great way to move up in the kingdom. Yvette wouldn't give them this chance of course but they didn't know this. "I'm fine thank you. You look... healthy." Only Yvette could notice the sarcasm in John's voice. They had entered town on John's horse, Yvette's arms wrapped around his waist as she sat behind him.

The other brother, Orlando, faked as if he hadn't noticed the princess yet and bowed dramatically. "Princess, how are you on this beautiful day?"

Yvette held back a laugh, trying to keep a straight face. "Well thank you. We are on our way back home, needed to see a tailor."

"And riding on the back of a horse instead of safely in a carrage? Brother, what kind of guard are you?"

"The best kind there is," Yvette quickly countered, giving his waist a tight squeeze, "If you excuse us we must be leaving."

John didn't hesitate to say goodbye and they left them far behind, riding off.

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John had already been in a bad mood so this had pushed him over the edge. He was grumpy and after helping her off the horse, had disappeared to the stables. Yvette couldn't think of what to do and had, instead of heading to her bedroom, had gone off alone. Eventually she ended up in the library, reading a book between in the most secluded and least visited areas of the library. No one ever spent time there except for her and some princes and librarians. That day it was just her in the huge library and she had been undisturbed all day. Suddenly she heard swearing approaching until the swearing revealed itself to be John himself.

"John?"

"I'm...," he sighed as he headed over to her sitting by her side on the large sofa. "I just... You know that I hate my brothers and seeing them today was not what I wanted."

"I know why you are mad. Don't explain."

She kissed his cheek. With that John, after all the teasing and frustration, pulled her on his lap and pressed his lips against hers. He felt her giggle through the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Finally," he said, kissing her over and over again. Under her behind she felt a familiar twitch. A idea popped into her head, one she'd heard her sister say about a month before. Her older sisters had been talking about their exploits and when describing this act to Yvette, she now wanted to find out if that was something she'd want to do as well. She slid oout of his arms, though he tried to keep her there, unaware of what she was about to do. She was on her knees in front of him, un-zipping his pants and pulling his now swollen cock out of his pants.

"Wait wait wait," he said, although he knew that this was exactly what he had been waiting for.

"Excuse me my dear guard but I'M in charge right now."

She smiled at the huge smile that crept over his face as she bit down on her lower lip. [i] Let's hope my sister's pointers pay off... [/i]

They did

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She loved the four of them. Now, more than ever, she was confused as to how much. She knew some day she'd have to choose or even worse, be forced to someone else. She wasn't sure which she was more scared of.