Hers From The Start: A Collection of First In Series Reverse Harem

by Laura Greenwood

  In response, he unzips my jeans and slides them down, encouraging me to step out of them. All I'm wearing now are my panties (and my shoes, but that doesn't count). I wish I had put on some nicer ones, but when I prepared for battle this morning, wearing pretty underwear wasn't high up on my agenda.

  Kneading my arse, he continues to leave gentle kisses just below my belly button. It tickles and I'm getting frustrated with him. It's not enough.

  Suddenly, there are hands on my breasts. Before I can turn around, a teasing voice whispers in my ear, "Guess I shouldn't have worried about you. Seems like my brother is looking after you already. You do know we've still got a way to go to reach the other side of the Gate?"

  Frost.

  Storm shoots an annoyed glance at his brother. "We don't know if she will be okay once we reach the other side. Let's stay in here a while longer."

  "I'm okay with that," Frost chuckles, and begins to gently massage my breasts. I lean into him, and he bends his head, nibbling on the nape of my neck. How does that feel so good?

  Storm has finally decided to do the right thing, and is slowly pulling down my panties. When his mouth touches the skin just above that spot, I see rainbows. Okay, maybe I've been seeing them all the time because we're standing on one. But you get what I mean.

  I close my eyes as my body fills with pleasure. I'm in the arms of two Guardians. Unbelievable. Frost is twisting my nipples between his fingers while grazing my neck with his teeth. For some reason, I want him to bite me. Not something I've ever wanted before. What are those guys doing to me?

  Something presses against my core. Instinctively, I spread my legs a little. I cry out when Storm slides his finger inside me while suckling on my bud at the same time. Damn that Guardian!

  If Frost wasn't holding me, I'd be writhing on the floor by now.

  "Open wide for my brother," Frost whispers, sliding his hands down my belly until he reaches my pelvis. Storm adds another finger and as instructed, I spread my legs further, giving him better access. His tongue is driving me crazy, flicking and suckling and swirling.

  A roaring laughter interrupts us. I open my eyes and see Arc and Crispin running towards us. Is it really bad that I want them all? "Don't stop," I command, and use my hands to press Storm's head between my legs again.

  "Can we join?" Arc asks as they reach us.

  Crispin shakes his head in frustration. "Has anyone actually thought to ask why she is standing here, conscious? Or are you all thinking with your dicks today?"

  Storm refuses to answer, instead focussing on bringing me pleasure. Works for me.

  Frost clears his throat. "Well, she's obviously okay, and I thought Storm had..."

  "Typical! Wyn, I should examine you," Crispin says matter-of-factly.

  Storm growls. "Piss off or join us."

  Arc gives me a mock bow. "Princess, with yer permission?"

  I'm too busy trying not to completely let go of all inhibition, so I just nod. The more, the merrier. A small voice in my head is telling me that this isn't me, that I'm too prude for this, but I don't care. I've got three hot Guardians around me, all intending to make me feel good.

  Arc is by my side in seconds, grasping my hair with one hand and pulling me towards him. He claims my mouth at the same moment as Storm adds a third finger. Gods, this is amazing. Frost is hard against my back and with every thrust of his brother's fingers, I rub further against him.

  Around us, the rainbow is sparkling. But maybe that is just my mind making up weird things in the heat of the moment.

  This. Feels. So. Good.

  Storm suddenly stops the amazing tongue work he's been doing. Damn that Guardian. I was so close. "Crispin, would you like to..." He falters as he looks behind him where our healer stood a moment ago.

  Crispin is gone.

  "Dinnae worry, Princess," Arc mumbles while stopping his wild kiss for a moment. "He's not been with a lass in a long time. We dinnae ken what's wrong with him. Just forget aboot it, it's got nothing ta do with ya."

  I can't reply because his lips cover mine once more, and his tongue meets mine in an ecstatic dance. Storm slides his fingers out of me and suddenly I feel very empty. I moan against Arc's mouth. Then I hear the sound of a zip though, and I know it's not over yet.

  "Lie her down," Storm says breathlessly. Gently, Frost lowers me to the ground. My breasts are swollen from the attention he's been giving them. Once I'm flat on the ground, he bends over them, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. Arc suckles on the other, while Storm spreads my legs.

  Sweet Gods, am I really surrounded by three Guardians? Three hot, sexy, talented guys who make me feel better than any man has ever before.

  Storm slides a finger into me again and I arch my pelvis in response, inviting him in. Then I remember that I want more.

  "Storm, please," I moan, but Arc slides a finger into my mouth and silences me. I suck on it, and for some reason that feels amazing.

  "Princess, you ready?" Storm asks and I lift my head to look at him. He's naked, and beautiful, and rock hard. Are all Guardians that... big? I guess I'll have to do research...

  "Are you sure you want this?" Storm asks again and I nibble on Arc's finger until he pulls it out of my mouth.

  "Yes, I want you," I whisper, not taking my eyes off him.

  "And you don't want me?" Frost asks. I'm not sure if he's joking or if he's offended.

  "I want you all."

  Frost smiles and bends down, kissing me hard. I notice that my hands are lying uselessly on the ground, so I reach up and pull Arc towards me. I need all my Guardians close. That's the moment Storm enters me. He's not gentle, or slow. He pushes in and I groan in pleasure as he fills me. We're one, and many. He moves in me, and at the same time, Frost is kissing me and Arc is massaging my breasts while I touch the bulge between his legs.

  We are one.

  Storm is sliding in and out of me, harder and harder. I'm starting to lose control; my breath has grown erratic and my hands are balled into fists, waiting for release. Frost pulls back for a moment, and I inhale deeply. There are sparks all around us, flittering through the air like fireflies. They're tiny, but shimmering in a thousand colours. "Can you see them?" I whisper, unsure if this is just my eyes playing tricks on me.

  Storm stops for a moment and I regret having asked the question. Couldn't my curiosity have waited for just a few more minutes. Well, hours. Hopefully.

  Then he slams back into me and I squeal. "Yes." He slides out. "I can see them." And pushes in again, setting a new, fast rhythm. I won't last much longer.

  The little sparks are forming shapes in the air, pulsing spirals, strange glittery clouds,

  Something is happening. But I couldn't care less just now. My mind is blank, all that counts is the heat flooding my body, the electricity flowing through my nerves. I'm close. Someone starts rubbing my clit, but I've got my eyes closed, and it doesn't matter. It feels good. More than good. I'm floating on a cloud of bliss.

  "Wyn," Storm groans, and I moan with him as he jerks and presses deep inside me, coming at the same time as my inner walls contract, hugging him tightly. I ride the climax, my body one big haven of pleasure. There are hands on me, gently stroking my skin, but I'm too exhausted to reciprocate. My Guardians, surrounding me. Storm, still inside me.

  The bond is pulsating within me, and from afar I can hear my magic purr. Finally, they are satisfied.

  I slowly drift back into reality. Well, whatever crazy rainbow reality we're in, anyway. I open my eyes - and blink a few times. I'm covered in glitter. The little sparkly particles that have been floating around the air have landed on my skin - they're everywhere! I look like a... well, like I stood at the wrong end of a flatulent unicorn. I lift an arm in wonder, mesmerised by the glitter reflecting the rainbow light around me.

  "What the fuck is happening?" I finally ask. Judging from their confused looks, my Guardians don't know either. Storm slides out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling. I'm exhau
sted, but I want more. I want Frost and Arc. And Storm, again. Together, on a rainbow, covered in glitter.

  I giggle, which quickly turns into a giddy laugh.

  "You've broken her," Frost accuses his brother. "Now she's behaving like a... girl." He shudders as I break out in more giggles.

  "I've never seen anything like this," Storm finally says.

  "It looks like magic. Magic that isn't bound," Arc ponders, his forehead scrunched. He probably doesn't realise that he's still having a hand on my boobs. I won't tell him. The glitter doesn't seem to hurt him, so why break the delicious touch?

  "But magic is always bound. It can't exist without an anchor," Storm argues. "Otherwise it would float around and do Gods-know-what. Explosions. Mutations. That kind of stuff."

  I frown, the giggles suddenly gone. "Wait, so this stuff doesn't usually float around in this rainbow?"

  "Rainbow?!" Storm looks at me incredulously.

  "You've not noticed that we're standing on a rainbow?"

  "We're on a cloud-"

  "No, we're on a wave," Frost interrupts his brother.

  "Lightning," Arc mutters.

  "So, we're each seeing something different. How can you not know that? You've travelled through this Gate before, right?"

  They look at each other.

  "Aye, but usually we step in on one side and out of the other one. There's nothing in between. Nae rainbows, nae magic. Nae... sex."

  I cover my face in my hands. "Is this even real?"

  Frost pinches me on my hip and I yelp. He grins innocently. "Looks like it's real."

  Bastard.

  "Now can we get back ta the fun stuff?" Arc asks and takes his hand off my boob - and everything spins as I'm pulled away from them, along the rainbow, flying through the air, faster and faster, a cloud of glitter flying behind me. I scream. Then suddenly, there's a loop, a damn big rollercoaster loop. I flail, trying to get rid of the pull that is making me race along the rainbow, up the loop and - no, please don't let me fall - down again. I try to keep the contents of my stomach down as I spin around my own axis, unsure of what's up and what's down.

  The rainbow stops and there's nothing beyond.

  An invisible force grabs me and throws me and -

  - I land on soft snow. There's no harsh impact, no pain. The freezing cold gnawing on my skin is letting me know that I’m still naked. Damn those boys. And where are they anyway? I look around. Behind me is a beautiful iron-wrought gate, covered in frost ferns and tiny icicles. Beyond that… a rainbow.

  So it was real. The pulsing between my legs confirms that. I look down at myself. The glitter has gone, thank the Gods.

  The Gate flickers and a crackling noise fills the air. From beyond the rainbow, four large shapes materialise. They grow bigger, coming closer, until my Guardians step out of the Gate. So graceful. None of them fall down like I did. Typical.

  And Crispin has joined them somehow. Weird.

  I sit up, but something pulls me back. I must be stuck to something on the ground. I turn to see what it is, but a collective gasp from my Guardians makes me look back at them. They’re staring at me, wide-eyed.

  "Look at her! She's got... wings!"

  Chapter Eighteen

  Wings.

  The word echoes in my mind.

  Wings.

  How the hell can I have wings? I'm not an angel (definitely not, just ask my adoptive parents). Not a demon, either (I'm not that bad). So why do I have wings?

  They're not like the demon wings I saw during the battle, all leathery and thick. Nor are they like bird wings. No, they're like... shimmering dust, gathered together until it forms a half-translucent shape. Delicate, like butterfly wings, but even thinner. They're all the colours of the rainbow, but purple seems to be slightly dominant. I bend my arms so I can touch where they grow from my back. Nothing. It feels like always, just smooth skin, no weird bone spurts, no feathers, nothing. I can touch the wings, though. And put my hands through them. They’re like gelatine - there is a resistance, but with enough pressure, you can push your way through it. Somehow, I make them flutter. No idea how, but some unknown muscles do it for me. Or magic. Probably the latter.

  "She's got wings," Frost huffs, still as wide-eyed as the other Guardians.

  "We can see that," Arc adds, looking at me like he's never seen me before. I must make an interesting sight. Naked, with rainbow wings, in the snow.

  Did I mention my life doesn't make much sense?

  "You must be cold, Princess," Crispin says and comes to me, offering me his jacket. Finally, one of them has some practical thoughts. I shiver and wrap myself in the leather jacket. It smells like Crispin; a slight scent of pine and aniseed. My lower body is exposed and -

  Wait, I just wrapped clothing around my wings. Shouldn't that hurt? Or at least be uncomfortable? I look over my shoulder. They are gone.

  "They were there a moment ago, right?" I ask, my voice faltering.

  With a sigh, Storm pulls his shirt over his head. And shows me his wings.

  Wow.

  They're similar to mine, but much larger, and not translucent at all. The tips are above his head, and the lowest point is just above his knees. They're a dark blue, almost black, and shimmer in the bright light of the snowy landscape.

  "You have wings. But you didn't have wings before," I stutter, totally in shock.

  "Guys, show her," Storm commands, and the other three Guardians take off their shirts (and in Arc's case, part of the armour he's still wearing). Three pairs of wings unfold and take my breath away. Frost's are a turquoise blue, with darker sapphire hues that weave across them like waves on an ocean. Arc's are a dark copper, but the tips shine ruby red. And Crispin's are... well, golden, matching his blonde hair.

  I must be staring at them for minutes, trying to get my head around the fact that they have wings.

  Then I snap. This is too much. "Why the hell didn't you tell me? Why do I have wings? Why do I know how to move them? And why...?”

  Crispin shushes me by taking me into his arms.

  "It's okay, darling, everything will make sense soon," he whispers. But I want it to make sense now! I'm close to stomping on the ground, but that would be childish. It's just too much for my brain to take. First, locked into my body, then having sex on a rainbow, and now we all have wings. Somehow that sounds like a bad trip. Maybe I'm still at home, having taken drugs with friends. But I don't do drugs, and I don't have many friends either. So maybe not.

  "Damn it, why do you need to have wings? Weren’t you perfect enough already?" I mutter against Crispin's naked chest. He chuckles. "You've got them too. No idea why, but you have them. And they are beautiful."

  With a sigh, I step back, leaving the comfort of his arms. "How can they just disappear like that?"

  "Magic," Arc grins. "Everything here is magic. Ya'll see, and ya'll love it."

  Yeah, not too sure about that. It's all a bit of a shock.

  I look around us. There's nothing but snow and more snow. The Gate is the only distinctive feature in this icy landscape.

  "Weren't there supposed to be other Guardians awaiting us?" I ask.

  "Yes, there were," Storm answers grimly, putting his shirt back on. "Arc, find out where they are."

  Arc nods and closes his eyes, furrowing his brow. A moment later, he opens them again, sighing deeply. "They were called away by the Queen. An emergency, Thomas says."

  Storm frowns. "It must have been important. She wouldn't leave her daughter in danger just for nothing."

  I chuckle mirthlessly. "She's left me alone all my life. Why would that change now."

  Arc puts an arm around my shoulders. "She'll explain soon, lass. It was fer a good reason."

  "Yeah, I'm sure it was," I huff. I'll decide that when I hear the explanation. Somehow, I can't think of anything that would justify leaving your child in another world, only seeing her a few times in twenty-two years. What mother would do that?

  "Look!", Frost shouts su
ddenly, pointing towards the sky. I look up - and gasp as a group of Guardians are flying towards us. They look like gigantic birds at first, but as they're coming closer, I am beginning to see their features. Three men, one woman. The first female Guardian I'm seeing. If she is a Guardian. But then, Crispin had a sister, so female Guardians must exist. Her white-blonde hair is forming a long trail behind her - think comet, but humanoid. Her hair must reach to her feet, at least. Her skin is dark mocha beneath a black jumpsuit; a stark contrast to the light hair and silver wings. Even from a distance, she's stunning. The three men around her all look the same. Dark blue clothes, dark blue wings, dark blue hair. Their ivory skin is the only thing on them that isn't dark blue. Whoever created them must have been obsessed with that colour.

  They land a hundred yards or so away from us, gracefully gliding onto the ground before folding their wings. The woman steps forward, flanked by the three men. They must be triplets; it's impossible to tell them apart.

  When she reaches us, she bows deeply, and the males follow her lead a moment later.

  "Princess, welcome to the Winter Realm. I am Ada, and these are Fox, Lynx and Phoenix. We have been sent by her majesty to escort you to the palace."

  I'm not quite sure how to respond, so I simply incline my head and say, "Thank you."

  Until now, she has ignored my Guardians, who have taken up position behind me. Two on each side. Protective, but not overpowering. My heart warms at the thought of having all four of them so close to me. I will need them in this strange world.

  Pointedly avoiding looking at my half-nakedness, Ada hands me a blue uniform; the same that her Guardians are wearing. I gratefully put it on (while I make everyone turn around), revelling in the warmth.

  "We have brought a PT to transport you to the capital," Phoenix says and steps forward, showing me a bundle of ropes and fabric.

  "A what?" I ask, having no clue whatsoever what this is about.

  Frost snickers. "A portable throne, Princess. The palace is several hours away as the Guardian flies, and it would take us two days on foot."