SLAM! SLAM!

"Big brother!" Natalya shouted, banging on Ivan's bedroom door. He locked himself in the room, and he rearranged the bed-frame to that he could easily hide behind it. His lips trembled, nervous dripped down his face, and he struggled so that if Natalya were to break in, he could hide from incestuous advances.

"Let's become one! You know you want to!" she said with extreme desperation. "Why do you have to be such a jerk all the goddamn time?!"

Ivan grew even more frightened of the sound of scratching against the wooden door. It sounded violent and painful, hurting his ears to the point where he whimpered just to distract himself from the sound. His heart races with extreme trepidation as Natalya continued scratching and shouting through the door.

"Open this damn door right this instant!" she demanded with a hissing shriek. "Let me in, brother! Let me in!"

"Go away!" Ivan finally said, having the courage to speak as she continued scratching and clawing at the door. Suddenly, he heard something hit his upright bed-frame—peeking his head out to see what it was, he saw the doorknob, still attached to a small piece of broken wood, and Natalya standing there, her well-dressed silhouette in the light of the hallway.

"Big brother, the doorknob that was keeping us apart is now broken," she said in a creepy whisper. "Isn't that nice?" He continued looking at her, frightened by her presence as she continued talking and begging desperately for his love.

"Now, big brother," she began. "Marry me! Marry me! Marry me! Marry me! Marry me!" The chanting continued, and Ivan reached his last resort of non-violent defense.

"Go away! Go away! Go away!" he chanted out loud, deeply scared by his nightmare later that night. He tossed and turned violently as he continued chanting, waking up anybody who had been sleeping in the neighboring guest bedrooms. A few servant girls burst the door open and began chattering frantically in Hindi, as Francis, Arthur, Matthew, and finally Alfred came into the room to see what all the commotion was about.

"You woke me up, wanker!" Arthur complained wearily.

"I was in the middle of my beauty sleep!" Francis wailed in a hissy fit.

"What's the matter? Why were you telling someone to go away? Who was in here?" Matthew asked, trying to shake him awake.

Ivan's eyes opened, relieved it was only a dream. His breathing was heavy, and he felt a bit embarrassed to have all those people in his guest room. With the back of his hand, he wiped his forehead of any perspiration that emanated from his pores during his scary dream. Matthew and Alfred both stared down at him, eager to know what had scared him so much in his sleep.

"Natalya," the Russian whispered. "She's gone."

"What?" Alfred asked. "What's going on here?"

"I had…a nightmare," Ivan said with a heavy, dramatic pant. "Tell everyone to leave, if you can."

Alfred gestured toward the doorway, looking at the servant girls who had barged in upon hearing his cries. The women looked at him, but then saw where he was pointing at and they left upon request. He then sat on the bed, listening attentively to Ivan as he spoke.

"Who is this…Natalya?" Arthur questioned.

"Natalya Arlovskaya Braginsky. My little sister," Ivan said with a nervous sigh. "I have another sister who is older than us, Irunya. Natalya is the youngest, and she has been obsessed with me since we were children."

"That's messed up," Alfred responded. "Is she, like, in love with you or something?"

"She always said she was," Ivan said. "She even tried touching me at times, and it was not pleasant because our parents didn't believe me and thought I was lying."

"Ew!" Arthur exclaimed with disgust.

"Just before leaving for St. Petersburg for college, Natalya was chasing after me and tried forcing me to marry her. I would never marry her even if we were not blood related," Ivan explained.

"So, what happened?" Arthur asked inquisitively.

"I locked myself in my bedroom," he told them with fright in his heavily accented voice. "I thought she wouldn't find me, but I guess it was obvious because my door was locked shut. I lifted my bedframe up so I could hide behind it. Then she started begging for me like a dog would for a bone. She scratched so much at my door that she broke the doorknob and…she…that was my nightmare."

As Ivan whimpered, the other group members looked at him with deep concern. It was rather obvious why Ivan had gone away to study in the first place, even though they didn't know what part of Russia Ivan was born and raised in. The answer to be revealed.

"I was raised in a small town in Siberia, and I went away for college so I could get away from her. She is currently studying in Belarus," Ivan told them.

"So, this past school year has been a relief, I guess," Francis inferred.

"Yes," Ivan said. "Very much. All the abuse I had to go through with her made me fear her a lot. I managed to make my way through, nonetheless."

"Well, I am proud of you," Arthur said sincerely. "You fought through it and made it out from under her thumb."

"Yes, it still hurts me to think about it. Irunya never treated me that way, but that is only because she is the only mentally stable sibling of the three of us," he elaborated sadly.

"Mentally stable? What's wrong with you?" Francis questioned.

"Me and Natalya both have mental illnesses. Hers is much worse, though," Ivan told him.

"What do you have?" Arthur asked.

"I don't know. There weren't any doctors close enough to diagnose us in our little Siberian town," Ivan said. "I'm glad that part of my life is over, though."

"Yes, I agree," Matthew said. "It must have been terrible."

"It was," Ivan said. "I still have nightmares from time to time."

Alfred looked toward the open doorway and saw no one but Princess Amisha standing there with a jar candle in her hand. It illuminated her face perfectly in the darkness, but little did he or the other group members know that her light blue nightgown was sheer—every part of her unclothed body could have easily been seen had she been in a better, well-lit setting. Alfred didn't notice, but he approached her quickly, getting her alone in the hall with him as he closed the door.

"What is wrong?" Princess Amisha questioned Alfred. "Are you alright?"

"It isn't me," he replied. "It's Ivan, my group member."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he had a nightmare about his sister," Alfred said, answering her question.

"That's horrible," she said. "I hope she is well."

"No, princess, I don't think you understand," Alfred said.

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused by his statement.

"His sister is obsessed with him," Alfred told her.

"Really? She is in love with him?" Princess Amisha asked, her face filled with shock and incredulity.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm sorry. It wasn't his fault that you were woken up."

"You do not need to apologize," the princess told him assertively in a soft, feminine whisper. "It is perfectly fine."

"Well, then, princess," Alfred said silently, bowing his head respectfully. "Good night."

Before he could walk down the hall and back to his guest bedroom, the princess stopped him, holding his hand. Intrigued by her sudden movement, Alfred stared down into her eyes, letting his arms wrap around her tiny waist as if they had minds of their own. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he knew it wouldn't be right. After all, he was a commoner and a foreigner—an unfit match for the daughter of the Maharaja.

The hallway was dark, and nobody was present, not even the raja, who was sleeping in the other half of the palace where the royal bedchambers were. The two were free to embrace or kiss if they wanted to, and as their faces drew closer in the extremely dim darkness, their lips met. There were no second thoughts—Princess Amisha's prayers to Kamadeva were answered, and Alfred knew there was no turning back.

The princess moaned quietly as their lips met in a tender, but passionate kiss. It was her first kiss, and she was happy that it was with the one who seemed to truly care for her as both a woman and a princess. The henna-painted hands of the princess went from being behind Alfred's neck to resting on his chest, breaking the kiss to look up into his sky blue orbs amorously.

"Alfred," she whispered, placing one of her henna-designed hands on his cheek.

"I love you, princess," he confessed with deep, sincere emotion. "I've only known you for such a short time, but I feel so connected to you."

"You…do?" she asked. "But…you are…"

"I'm what, princess?" Alfred asked. "I…I'm sorry."

"Do not be sorry," she said, placing her index finger to his lips gently. "I love you, Alfred."

Smiling down at her, he picked her up off her feet and carried her quietly to his guest bedroom, setting her back down to shut the door tightly so no one could disturb them. His room was better lit, the light contributed by the candle the princess held in her hands that she set on the dresser. Alfred looked at her, finally noticing the curve of her full breasts and the lines of her narrow waist and wider hips; the vision of her with nothing on at all enticed him even more. He moved closer to her and gazed down into her eyes.

"When was the last time you let your heart decide?" he asked her. After a brief moment of thought, the princess had her answer.

"I…well…never," she told him.

"We don't have to if you don't want to, Princess Amisha," Alfred added. She shook her head, running her delicate, florally-painted fingers down the front of her light blue, sheer nightgown to where it tied at her waist.

"No," she began with a soft, delicate tone of voice. "I would much rather give my virtue to you than Raja Kumar Chatur."

"You're a virgin," he said.

"Yes," the princess answered lustfully.

"I am, too," Alfred said in a gentle whisper, blushing at his honesty. "I've never been with a woman like this before. I'll make it extra special just for you. I love you, Princess Amisha."

Without hesitation, she undid the tie on the front of her gown, letting the smooth, cool sheer fabric slid open on her beautiful white skin. Alfred moved forward and looked down at her shapely form underneath the sheer nightgown, and he opened it slowly and gently, savoring the moment when she was fully naked in front of him.

She was a goddess, and the moment her nightgown hit the floor, he gasped. Underneath all of the jewelry and fine clothing she wore on a daily basis was a beautiful form only attainable by a female deity. Her bosom was full and her nipples were hard, perhaps from the slight bit of nervousness she got once he saw her fully unclothed. Her waist was narrow and small, but her hips were shapely, forming a perfect hourglass frame on the princess. Alfred cupped her delicate face in his hand and he kissed her briefly.

"You are so beautiful," he said, gazing into her vivid blue eyes. "My princess. My goddess. My everything."

Her eyes moved down to the buttons of his pajama top, and when she began unbuttoning them, he began twirling a piece of her long, curling black hair. In her hair was the usual string of hair jewels, but unlike the few times he had seen and spoken with her, it was entirely loose and down. The jeweled bindi hung from her forehead, sparkling as bright as her eyes did. Princess Amisha removed his pajama shirt gently and slowly, dropping it on the floor with her sheer nightgown. Running her hands gently down his toned torso, the princess saw that he was lanky, but very strong. Then, her fingers caressed his shoulders gently as Alfred leaned down to kiss the exotic beauty.

Their noses brushed during their passionate kiss, holding her so tightly that he wrapped her legs around his waist to bring her to the bed. Princess Amisha moaned with pleasure as he moved down to her thin, graceful neck, leaving kisses along her fine jawline and the crook, gently sucking until he found her most sensitive spot. The princess held him close to her as he kissed, licked, and sucked the side her neck fervently.

"Ah!" she moaned, being ginger so she wouldn't wake anybody up.

"Hmm," Alfred said, the vibration from his speech adding to her arousal.

His lips gently brushed her clavicle, and then he began kissing her fullness. Every kiss he left on her bare breasts was tender but passionate, but once he began licking and sucking on her nipples, she began moaning uncontrollably.

"Al…Alfred," she sighed, sounding as though his name were sacred. Every sigh, moan, and ecstatic pant that came from the princess' mouth made his member grow harder by the minute, but her moaning grew silent when he started caressing them gently.

"I wish I were Indian," Alfred said finally.

"What?" the princess asked, waiting for him to repeat what he said as she enjoyed the sensation of his touch and the emotions that came with it.

"I wish I were an Indian prince, so I could marry you without problems," he repeated. "I bet it's good to be king."

"Being royal has its setbacks, Alfred," she told him silently, sighing from his soft touch after. "Do not wish for my life."

He kept his eyes locked on hers as he moved lower to kiss her flat abdomen. As his hands were on the sides of her hips, the princess arched her back and moaned, bucking her hips in case he decided to go further. Gently parting her legs, Alfred situated himself gradually by kissing her white, smooth thighs gently before his tongue found its way to her divinity.

Princess Amisha gasped and suppressed passionate moans as his tongue traced around her warm, slick folds lightly. He smiled devilishly up at the princess, whose back was arched significantly to show him that she loved what he was doing to her. She gripped the messy, silk bedspread tightly as he continued to torment her. He then started sucking on the bundle of nerves above her entrance, which made her let out an involuntary scream.

"Alfred!" she shouted, drawn into the whirlpool of ecstasy. "Kāmadēva nē mērī prārthanā suna lī hai." Hearing her speak her foreign tongue, he stopped and grew curious about what she had said.

"What did you say?" he questioned with a cheerful smile.

"Kamadeva," she began, respiring heavily from the pleasure. "He has answered my prayers." He giggled in response to this, a different connotation filling his mind.

"You were praying for this, weren't you?" he asked just before kissing her nether region again. His hands continued to hold her hips, which buck up to his face to show she wanted more.

"No," she said. "I prayed for Vishnu to protect my heart, and I prayed to Kamaveda to send me my true love. I suppose he has already sent him to me. I just was blind to see that it was you all along."

"Oh, my princess," he said, his words impassioning him as he teased her entrance with his index finger. He put it in gently, making her gasp as he went in and out of her tightness. Alfred was gentle with her, but when he put in another finger, the princess gasped and nearly screamed when she felt him put pressure on her coiling, tight walls.

"Maiṁ aba isē lē jā sakatē haiṁ," she said noisily as she felt her release all over his hand. At an instant, he bent down and licked her clean, savoring her uniquely sweet natural taste. The princess watched him as he knelt between her legs, removing his pajama pants and underpants together. She gasped at the sight of his member—it was average sized, but it looked much bigger when erect. He moved closer to her, lying on top of her, kissing her gently as he broke her virgin walls gently with a single thrust.

"Ah! It hurts!" she whimpered, clawing his shoulders with her filed nails.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Want me to stop?"

"No, I want to go all the way," she said passionately as she caressed his face gently. "Please take me, Alfred."

As he continued to thrust in and out of her gently, Princess Amisha moaned and whimpered as the pain that once made her body ridden with nerves transitioned to pleasure. Alfred also savored his first moments inside of a woman; after all, this was his first time as well. He had a few high school girlfriends, but none of them were serious—with the princess of India, he felt a deep connection that could only be consummated if they married or made love.

"Alfred," she sighed. "Harder."

"OK," he whispered, increasing his speed and amount of pressure. She arched against him and moaned from the pleasure she was getting from him.

"Ah! Oh!" she moaned.

"It feels so good," Alfred said.

"Kiss me," the princess pleaded.

He leaned down and their lips met in a passionate kiss. The princess continued to moan even as their tongues danced between their lips. There was no fight for dominance simply because they were happy just being with each other. Princess Amisha knew how badly her reputation would be ruined if people found out about her new romance with Alfred, but it didn't matter to her because she knew that she would rather lose her virginity to someone like Alfred than to the raja after marriage.

"Ah! Alfred! It is amazing!" she said loudly with passion.

"Yes! I know!" he groaned.

Alfred rolled on his back and let the princess take some control over him. As she rode him, she ran her fingers gently down his toned chest, her breasts bouncing as Alfred enjoyed himself as well. The princess' hair jewels made a silent noise as she arched her back and neck, giving into the deep emotions buried within her heart. She slowed down, pacing herself as she moaned loudly.

"Oh yes!" she shouted. "Alfred!"

"Oh, princess! Ah, yeah!" he responded, holding her hips as she bounced up and down on his member.

He rolled her over on her back once more, taking her legs and putting them around his waist so he could delve deeper into her depths. Once his member reached her bodily limit, Princess Amisha clawed his flawless, smooth back, moaning uncontrollably as she felt herself reach her climax. Alfred buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing it gently as he inhaled the sweet scent of jasmine and lavender.

"I can no longer take it!" she shouted.

"Me, neither," he said.

Without warning, he pulled out of her and jacked himself off, releasing his seed onto Princess Amisha's abdomen. The sensation was odd, but she got some of his fluid on her finger and tasted it, liking it as much as he liked her taste.

"Hmm," she moaned gently as she wiped the rest of it off her form.

Alfred and Princess Amisha got under the silk bedspread together and held each other close, looking into each other's eyes lovingly.

"I love you," Alfred told her, kissing her cheek gently. "You are beautiful, and I love that you are compassionate and assertive. I saw you with the children at the temple yesterday."

"I love children," the princess admitted. "They are our future, and they represent the beauty in everything. I cannot wait to have my own."

"I can see why," Alfred said. "You will make a wonderful mother and a great queen."

"I love you, too, Alfred," she told him.

Smiling, she closed her eyes and held him close to her, resting her head against his beating heart as he kissed the top of her head, caressing her hair until he fell asleep.