Ok so I took forever to get this too you guys... for that I apologize... well umm nothing much to say... except i was extremely busy in the time between posts.
WARNING::::::Ok this chapter DOES have the awaited lemon. If you are not into lemons dont read the SECOND italic section... ok... That is all now read...
Love?s Harem
?And do you, Catherine take Quatre to be your husband?? the minister asked.
?I do,? Catherine replied. Suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the church and Quatre was taken away from her.
Catherine found herself in a bed, or rather tied to that bed. Quatre appeared with only a towel wrapped around his waist. ?Catherine I want you.? Then Quatre dropped the towel. Catherine tried to look away but she couldn?t.
?Oh, my,? Catherine gasped. She immediately became aroused. The bindings worried her, but the closer Quatre came, the more the bindings left her mind. Only when Quatre reached over to touch her, did Catherine notice she was lacking clothing.
?Mmm?? Catherine moaned. She threw back her head and leaned into Quatre, unbeknownst to her.
The slight wiggle of her hips between Quatre?s legs was making him quite warm. ?Catherine,? Quatre whispered into her ear, trying to wake her up. Apparently she was having an enjoyable dream.
Catherine blinked, and when she met Quatre?s gaze she immediately blushed. Just to tease her, Quatre asked oh so innocently, ?so, what was your dream about??
?Oh my, I um?well?um?nothing!?
?Sure. Did you know you talk in your sleep? I got the jest of your dream, but my question is who were you with??
?That, my friend is absolutely none of your business,? Catherine stated still blushing and avoiding Quatre?s gaze.
?Well, we are arriving at a small village. We will pick up some supplies and maybe eat. Hopefully, none of the guards show up,? Quatre said.
?Sounds good.?
A few minutes of silence passed as the couple grew closer to the town.
?So,? Catherine started, turning her head towards Quatre, ?do I really talk in my sleep??
Quatre chuckled and his eyes lit up. ?We are here.? He got off the camel and tied it up before helping the ever-blushing Catherine off the camel.
With Catherine lost in her thoughts, and Quatre trying to suppress his arousing mood, neither saw the suspicious looks the villagers gave them. Eventually Quatre noticed the lustful looks of the men. Surprising Catherine, he wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her closer. At Catherine?s surprised look Quatre stated, ?We need to find you different clothes. These men are drooling over you.?
?Oh,? Catherine said. ?Is he jealous? Does he not want other men looking at me? Oh the possibilities? Maybe he does like me?? ?So Quatre, why are you so concerned?? Catherine asked grinning.
Quatre blushed, and pulled her closer. ?Does she know the effect she has on me? I really want to kiss her and hold her forever? Whoa where did that thought come from? Still if any guys tries to make a move on her, I will have to hurt them.? ?Catherine let?s go get the supplies we need,? Quatre said changing the subject.
***
?I believe this is the last bag,? Catherine stated. She wore a new cover dress. This one was solid lavender, but unfortunately she had little time so she could not buy new undergarments.
?Shit, Quatre,? Catherine whispered. She pointed to three guards coming towards them.
?They look like palace guards. Quickly, get on the camel.?
?Get them,? one guard yelled.
Everything happened so fast, Quatre fought with all his might. Catherine felt helpless so she grabbed a cutting knife and threw it at one of the charging guards. He fell instantly. She maneuvered the camel over to Quatre and he grabbed on as the camel sped past. Once Quatre settled he took the reins and the camel sped along. Eventually they passed the city gates. They kept the quick pace for about ten minutes.
?I believe we lost them,? Quatre said. ?But just to be safe we will travel the desert, not through the towns like I planned.?
?Ok, whatever you think is best. I trust you,? Catherine said.
***
?Quatre do you think we can stop at that oasis ahead to rest?? Catherine asked. She was becoming weary and hot and she longed to slip into the cool water that lied in the oasis.
Quatre looked behind him and calculated the distance they gained between their enemies. He then looked at Catherine and upon seeing her pleading face, Quatre nodded.
They found a quiet grassy area to tie the camel to while Catherine grabbed a new set of clothes and a sheet she would use as a towel. Quatre went in search of fruit or something they could eat.
Catherine peeled off her sweaty dirty clothes and dove into the pool of clear water. ?Quatre this feels wonderful, you should try it later.?
She dipped under the water as Quatre rounded the corner. He found coconuts and some eatable berries. Quatre?s feet halted as Catherine emerged from the water, watching one-drop trace Catherine?s delicate back and merge with the pool at her waist. But his gaze did not end there; he could see every detail beneath the water. ?What I would give to touch her skin and find what is hidden between those lovely legs of hers,? Quatre?s mind began to wonder more and his pants began to tighten more.
Movement caught his eye. ?Catherine watch out there is a water snake headed your way.?
Catherine let out a yelp, part from the snake and part form Quatre?s presence. Regardless, she scrambled to the shore and the safely of Quatre?s arms. She had such a fear of snakes she didn?t realize she entered Quatre?s arms naked. Feeling safe, Catherine stayed where she was thinking of nothing but how grateful she was to have Quatre as a friend.
Feeling awkward and unsure how to act, Quatre cleared his throat. The pressure of his pants was beginning to be very annoying. Catherine turned her head as Quatre turned towards Catherine and their lips met. It started as an innocent collision of lips then fire began to burn. Quatre?s tongue began to trace Catherine?s lips seeking entrance. She sighed and obeyed. Timidly, she caressed his tongue with hers. Quatre slid his hands over her back, igniting fire with in her. Catherine moaned and leaned into Quatre?s heated touch. Catherine?s hands did not stay innocent for long; they trailed down his stomach until they reached the shirttails. Catherine slipped her hands under the shirt and lifted it over his head, breaking the kiss in the process. She pressed her body to his, enjoying the contrasting texture of her soft body to his hard body. Catherine slightly pressed her lower body against Quatre?s. The hardness she was met with surprised her at first, but then she decided it pleased her to have that affect on Quatre. Just to add to the wonderful torture she rotated her hips so that her lower stomach pressed harder on to Quatre?s erected self.
Quatre moaned and his breathing increased. He picked up Catherine. Gently, Quatre laid Catherine on the ground. He lifted her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. His lips moved in a scolding trail up her arm to her neck nipping the ultra sensitive area near the clavicle.
Quatre was met with a moan and a faint, ?I love you.?
?Catherine,? Quatre stopped suddenly. ?Do you mean it??
?Mean what? Oh, that. Yes I do,? Catherine said crossing her arms over her chest waiting for a rejection.
?I love you too.?
Shocked slightly, Catherine raised her hands to cup the back of Quatre?s head and brought his head down to hers. She became the aggressor and initiated the kiss. Her hands slid down Quatre?s back and she lightly used her nails to make her way back up. This time Quatre moaned. Catherine smiled slightly, but it soon disappeared as Quatre?s hand made its way down her torso. She gasped as he traced her tights. Eventually, he made it to the outside of her juncture. Stroking back and forth increasing the amount of pressure with each stroke until he embedded his finger in her. Catherine?s warmth and silkiness surrounded him.
?Oh?wow?oh?Quatre,? Catherine gasped. Quatre was unsure what he should do, but he watched Catherine?s reaction to lead his way. So she liked the rotation. Oh Catherine really liked it when he used his thumb to rub her throbbing nub. She nearly lost control as Quatre entered a second finger. Quatre used his other hand to play with Catherine?s breasts. He flicked his thumb over the harden nipples. Still with his fingers embedded in motion below, Quatre managed to bend over Catherine to reach her breast with his mouth. He took it in and played with the nipple with his tongue. Quatre then simultaneously thrusted his hand hard and tugged on Catherine?s sensitive nipple. ?Quatre,? Catherine screamed as her muscles contracted signaling her release. Quatre let her catch her breath before proceeding. Catherine tugged at his pants. She wanted them of and she wanted them off now!
When he was released Catherine gasped, ?There is absolutely no way that will fit.?
Quatre smiled and simply lowered himself to her. He nudged her opening with his erection and wanted to just bury himself in her, but he didn?t dare go fast.
?Quatre please,? Catherine begged. She raised her hips to meet his. Slowly, Quatre deepened his thrusts. Catherine, who was not in the mood for games, came up sharply to meet his thrust. Tears came to her eyes; it burned more than she anticipated. Quatre stilled movement afraid he would frighten her if he continued, but Catherine, despite the pain began to wiggle her hips.
?Sorry love, but this is killing me,? Quatre said as he began to move in and out.
They took each other higher than they thought possible. Both moaned and continued to their release. Catherine came first and her spasms pushed Quatre over the edge.
Quatre collapsed on Catherine still embedded ad both out of breath.
?Thank you Quatre,? Catherine sighed and moved her hips to become a little more comfortable.
?My pleasure.? Quatre noticed Catherine?s weariness and apologized for keeping her from resting.
?This was much better,? Catherine mumbled. ?I am not tired.? She tried to stifle a yawn.
?Try to sleep some,? Quatre said, but before it was out Catherine?s eyes were closed. Quatre smiled and rested his head on her chest and fell asleep listening to her rhythmic heartbeat.
***
Quatre awoke to a muffled scream. ?What the?? he stopped mid-sentence, when he saw a man dressed in a palace uniform holding a knife to Catherine?s delicate throat.
?Come with us now,? the guard demanded. He moved slightly so Quatre could see the dozen men standing behind him, all wearing the emblem of the Winner family. ?Your father is very mad.? To prove his point he pierced Catherine?s skin slightly, drawing blood.
Quatre numbly rose from his ?bed? and, along with Catherine, was lead to the near by caravan.
a/n Ok so did I do ok???? if you have any comments what so ever ohh pleeeaaasssseeee tell me. (not that i am begging or anything
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