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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qc\sl240\slmult1{\b\ul\f0\lang2057\fs40\kerning28 THE
OTHER SIDE OF NARNIA{\fs24\par}}
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\par}
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\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\i\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Once
upon a time and long ago thousands of children were sent from their homes in the
city for fear their country\u8217\'92s enemy was about to begin bombing it. With
little warning they were packed off to strangers in an often strange countryside
where some had a wonderfully happy time exploring this new world, and some a miserable
time of sexual and physical abuse.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\i\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Among
the exodus was a boy called Peter, his younger brother Edmund and his sisters Susan
and Lucy. They were able to stay together and were billeted in the huge, quaint
, old home of a kindly but vague professor who lived there with only a stern Scottish
housekeeper and two maids. Exploring the rambling house the children discovered
in a disused attic room a wardrobe which opens into the magical world of Narnia
; a land of dwarves, nymphs and giants, where animals can talk and where the evil
White Witch is struggling with the great lion Aslan for domination of the enchanted
land.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\i\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 As
the only humans in Narnia Peter, his brother and sisters automatically become its
Kings and Queens and after helping Aslan defeat the White Witch, they live there
for many happy years and have many exciting adventures which are related in the
so-called \u8216\'91Chronicles of Narnia{}#\u8217\'92. However, as they grew up
Peter, Susan, Lucy and Edmund had some adventures to experience and a voyage of
discovery to make which the original chronicler recorded but did not think it appropriate
to publish.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\i\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 This
is that other Chronicle.....{\b\i0\ul\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\b\ul\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\b\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28
CHAPTER 1{\b0\ulnone\par}}
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}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
, High King of Narnia and Lord of the Western Marches etc, walked gingerly to the
edge of the grassy dell and stretched legs and arms that were stiff and aching
after two days in the saddle.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93Well? Where is everybody?\u8221\'94 he asked his similarly creaking escort
generally. {}#\u8220\'93Are you sure this is the place?{}#\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes, Your Majesty.{}#\u8221\'94 The fawn who had been their guide into up to
the edge of the forest where it broke like a green wave against the ramparts of
Narnia{}#\u8216\'91s Western Mountains, appeared fawning at his side. \u8220\'93
This is the Dell of the Dryad{}#\u8216\'91s Spring Dance.{}#\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93Well where are they then?{}#\u8221\'94 Peter demanded. It had been a difficult
and uncomfortable two day journey from his capital at Cair Paravel in response
to the request of the Dryads that the High King attend their Spring Festival, and
the least they could have done, he grumbled to himself, was to be there to meet
him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Your Majesty,\u8221\'94 The fawn appeared to be under the impression that the
king was blaming him personally and wilted even more. {}#\u8220\'93The Dryads
will not leave the trees until moonrise.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93Oh.{}#\u8221\'94 Peter would have sworn had he been able but as he had not
known how to when he had arrived in Narnia as a fourteen-year-old boy and as no-
one had seen fit to teach the High King of Narnia how to swear in the nine months
since his coronation, he had no stronger word in his vocabulary than, \u8220\'93
Hell.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
let his escort of centaurs, talking horses and bears all armed to the teeth with
whatever weaponry best suited them, set up camp in a clearing not far from the
dell while he looked about him. It was certainly a spectacular spot. Towering
over him to the west, behind which the sun was sinking, were the snow-clad peaks
of the Western Mountains while to the East, already dim in the shadows of the mountain
, the great forest sloped away in a carpet of wild greenness to the edge of Narnia
{}#\u8216\'91s plains and fertile river valleys. Cair Paravel on the coast was beyond
the horizon but would, Peter knew, be visible as an ivory dot on the edge of the
shining sea were he to make the impossible climb to the tops of the mountains behind
him, for their glittering peaks were just visible from Cair Paravel on a clear
day. It was a stunning view but Peter had no time for it as he walked restlessly
down into the dell looking for something, preferably soft and furry, to kick.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
had been aware of a growing tension in him for some time but did not know what it
was. He had felt it the previous spring when he had still been a schoolboy in
England, and had discovered that playing with his prick until it grew stiff and
hard, and then rubbing it until it squirted out some creamy white liquid not only
caused delightful sensations in his body but went some way towards easing those
tensions. He did it often in the privacy of his privy in Cair Paravel but had
no idea what it was he was doing and as High King did not like to ask any of the
talking animals that surrounded him and supposedly advised him, what the sticky
white fluid was. There were certainly no doctors for humans in Narnia he could
talk to about it and as he had a vague memory from his days as a boy in England
that pricks were not something polite people talked about let alone fondled, he
kept the whole matter to himself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
need in him to sneak off into the woods and rub his prick until the white stuff
squirted out was intense but as High King he didn\u8217\'92t get the opportunity
to sneak off anywhere and he was well aware that his escort would not let him out
of their sight this far from Cair Paravel. He could, of course, order them to
leave him alone but there was always the chance this close to the mountains that
gnomes or trolls might be lurking in the woods nearby while news had reached him
that the White Witch had been seen again in Narnia. Her powers had been largely
broken by her previous defeat by Aslan, the great golden lion who was Narnia\u8217
\'92s protector, but it would be foolish to make a present of himself to her by
abandoning his guard.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
a groan he swung on his heel and walked out of the dell angrily, in search of something
to eat.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Dusk
gathered slowly around the dell in the lee of the mountains with the pressure and
need to do something growing in the King, who was acutely aware that he had no
idea what that something was. Night was slow in falling and the idea of having
to watch some kind of Spring Dance by the Dryads and Satyrs was beginning to appal
Peter, who was itching to fight and hopefully kill something. Only something that
needed killing for Narnia{}#\u8216\'91s good, of course. Buerroc, his Chief
Advisor for the month (Buerroc was a Talking Badger but the early squabbling about
which species of talking animal would provide his Chief Advisor had been resolved
when Susan, his clever sister, had suggested they rotate the post), had told him
that the Dryads were the spirits of the trees and emerged from the living wood
to take human form only in honour of the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve who nominally
ruled them, and then only for this dance. Satyrs were...well, Berroc had been
rather vague about what Satyrs were, apart from mumbling something about Satyrs
and trees being like bees and roses, which had made little sense to Peter. Spring
Dances had already been held in Cair Paravel and usually consisted of young lambs
, kids or fawns skipping and cavorting on a lawn somewhere with ribbons around their
necks. His sisters High Queen Susan and Queen Lucy went soppy at the sight but
Peter was well aware that he could live without it and only attended because it
was an obligation which went with the Crown. He knew in his heart he had only
agreed to attend the Dryads{}#\u8217\'92 dance because it would get him out of the
Palace for a few days and give him something to do.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 A
small, light throne was set up for him on the edge of the dell under a canopy to
keep the dew off the royal person and half his escort vanished into the woods to
form a loose skirmish line around it. When, finally, full night fell and the first
silver glow of the moon appeared behind the high peaks Peter, twitching and quivering
with a need for he knew not what, seated himself for the performance.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93What happens?{}#\u8221\'94 he snapped at the Badger hovering at his side.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93Your Majesty, I know not,{}#\u8221\'94 the animal cringed. \u8220\'93No-animal
has seen the Spring Dance that I know of, and with your permission I will withdraw
for it is not proper that I see it now.{}#\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh. As you wish,{}#\u8221\'94 Peter conceded, well aware that a very strict
set of protocols existed between the various species of his subjects as to who
was allowed to witness what. Gratefully the animal backed bobbing away and Peter
noticed that the visible part of his escort had arranged itself around the edge
of the dell in a rough circle and was standing facing the wood as if it, too, was
ostentatiously refusing to see anything that might happen within the dell. At
its centre stood a wide, smooth-topped tree-stump little more than knee-high to
the King, and it reminded Peter unpleasantly of the Stone Table on which Aslan had
been sacrificed by the White Witch when he and his sisters had first arrived in
Narnia and which, he had since discovered, had been the focus of many dark and
bloody deeds over the years.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 King
Peter fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat and waited for something to happen, bitterly
regretting that he had ever agreed to attend the ceremony, although he had found
out very soon after his Coronation that being High King was in truth very largely
a matter of doing what was expected of him whether he wanted to or not.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
night cooled and grew still apart from the occasional distant cry of a night creature
in the woods. Then, just as Peter was about to give the whole thing up as a bad
job and get drunk on the Narnian beer he was still trying to get to like, in order
to smother the itch that seemed to be right in his blood, the moon rose over the
peaks behind him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Its
silver light flooded across the vast landscape before him and shimmered on the
top of the sea of trees. Despite himself Peter was impressed and settled himself
down to watch.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 As
the moon rose the light grew stronger until the forest seemed to be glowing with
it, a radiance that was being absorbed by the wood until the trees edging the dell
shone as though the light was being concentrated in the timber which burned cold
silver with it. Then, before Peter\u8217\'92s eyes, a figure flowed out of one
of the nearest trees and took shape.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
was a woman with hair like a waterfall lit by moonlight falling past her shoulders
and her body wrapped in silver cobwebs. She ran gracefully down into the dell
like a flow of water and then glided up the slope towards Peter to stop just in
front of him where she bowed deeply onto one knee.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93Greetings, Son of Adam,{}#\u8221\'94 she said in a voice like the rustle of
wind in a tree. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93Er. Uhm.{}#\u8221\'94 Peter choked. Just before the Dryad had folded herself
up like a closing bud before him he had seen her breasts draped but in no way hidden
by the veils clinging to her body, and the effect on him had been like getting
kicked over the heart by a Centaur.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
had never seen a woman\u8217\'92s naked breasts before (apart from his mother{}
#\u8216\'91s, when he had been far too young to notice) and the Dryad\u8217\'92s
were stunning, two firm globes of smooth, pillowed skin topped with tiny, distinct
dark discs. In an instant the vague urges and needs that had been troubling him
for so many months focussed into a powerful demand by his body to touch and hold
the Dryad{}#\u8216\'91s breasts, to know their shape and softness, to crush them
against his heart. His prick, already uncomfortably stiff in his trousers, pulsed
erect and throbbed to his heart-beat and he knew a fierce, almost uncontrollable
urge to get it out of his trousers and pump the white liquid he could feel gathering
at its root into the silvered air so that it sprayed over the Dryad, the dell and
the trees.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
Dryad uncoiled herself and stood. Peter, unable to take his eyes from her breasts
, fought down the urge to fling himself on her and tried again to speak.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Er. Yes. Hello,{}#\u8221\'94 he gasped stupidly. The Dryad, poised gracefully
on the balls of her feet as though for flight, regarded him for a moment with a
knowing smile and then said, {}#\u8220\'93Our dance is the dance of rebirth and
renewal. We welcome the High King.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
managed to tear his eyes from her breasts and refocus on her entirety. She was
no taller than he was and as slim as a birch with long shapely legs and a body
like a wisp of smoke. He could not attempt to guess her age, save that he would
have said she was older than his elder sister{}#\u8216\'91s thirteen, - no, she
had turned fourteen since they{}#\u8216\'91d been in Narnia - but nothing like
as old as his half-forgotten mother and yet her eyes, which regarded him calmly
for a moment, seemed older and wiser than anyone he had ever met.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93We are honoured that it falls to us to set you on the path,{}#\u8221\'94 she
said softly and then, before a baffled Peter had a chance to ask {}#\u8220\'93what
path?{}#\u8221\'94 she was gone, cascading down the slope of the dell like a fall
of leaves before a wind.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720\ri-53{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Peter\u8217\'92s heart was thumping painfully in his chest and his hands gripped
the arms of his chair tightly. Her going felt as if she had grabbed him by the
prick and dragged it with her. She had, he had noticed just as she turned away
, no prick herself. Where his prick and skin-bag containing the two funny lumps
hung on him she had just a smooth curve of body between her legs in which he was
convinced he had seen a crevice or slit. Yet in the shadowed moonlight it was
difficult to be sure and in any case who was to say how a Dryad, a wood nymph, a
creature of spirit and moonlight, would or should be made. Yet the sight of the
nymph\u8217\'92s breasts and that lovely pouting curve were her legs divided from
her body had fired Peter\u8217\'92s blood in a powerful and new way and had left
him quivering with tension and breathing heavily on his throne.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720\ri-53{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Moonlight appeared to be pouring into the dell as more Dryads emerged from the trees
and, ignored by the ring of centaurs and talking horses, flowed into its bowl like
fireflies in the night. All were dancing in silence, a shimmering, very individual
flow of movement that nevertheless appeared to be building into an incredibly complex
whole which needed no music but was rather the expression of a coruscation of energy
with the stump at the centre of the dell as its focus. It was impossible to count
the numbers as they flowed around and among each other, never touching or even
combining in any obvious way, except to say that the dell seemed neither crowded
nor empty. Sometimes one or another would pass close to Peter, wrapped in the
pattern of her own and the larger dance, and the sight would add fire to the burning
of his blood.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720\ri-53{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
For some were naked and the rest clothed only in thin veils of moonlight that streamed
from their limbs. All were individuals for a moment as his gaze drank in their
proud, silver-sheened breasts, skated on the curving sweeps and plains of their
stomachs and hips, caught glimpses of that crack like a mouth between their legs
and slid down the smooth tapers of their legs to the ground. Then they were gone
, lost in the swirl of the silent dance as another took her place.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565\ri-53{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Some were obviously very young, no more than shoulder high to Peter and as thin
as willow wands with tiny, pouting breasts or hardly any breasts at all, while others
were clearly mature with full, proud breasts and deeply curved waists, hips and
thighs. And all, Peter was sure, had a crack in the cup of their bodies between
their legs where his prick and bag hung.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 All
the figures swirling in the dell were women or girls - or, rather, were Dryads
in the forms of women and girls, he told himself for Buerroc had warned him that
wood nymphs were really just the spirits of the trees capable of assuming any form
. Yet how had he known they were all women and girls? He had known that women
had breasts and men didn\u8217\'92t, although to him breasts were just soft cushions
which filled the fronts of women{}#\u8216\'91s dresses. Yet some of the figures
in the dell didn{}#\u8216\'91t have breasts or, at least, didn\u8217\'92t have
anything more than he did on his chest. Up until that moment he had thought, without
having thought about it, that women and girls were women and girls because they
wore skirts and dresses, just as boys and men were boys and men because they wore
trousers. Yet the girls dancing in the dell weren{}#\u8216\'91t wearing skirts
or dresses, or anything at all, and some didn{}#\u8216\'91t have breasts - yet
he had known somehow they were girls and not boys.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Because
they were different from him, and every other boy he knew. Their bodies were a
different shape, different in small ways perhaps - lighter looking, slimmer and
more fragile - and they all had that crack between their legs instead of a prick
and a bag.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 In
a single moment Peter{}#\u8216\'91s world turned upside down. Girls were not girls
because they wore dresses. They wore dresses because they were girls, and they
were girls because they had that crack between their legs instead of a prick and
a skin bag. Girls were not just boys who happened to like playing with dolls and
so were put in dresses by grown-ups, women were not just men with soft lumps on
their chests they had to wear dresses to fit around. Girls and women were fundamentally
different from boys and men, and the difference was for some reason singing in
his blood like the sip of best Narnian cherry brandy he had incautiously taken one
sip of and which had taken his voice away and made his eyes water for an hour.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 King
Peter sat transfixed in his temporary throne, stunned by the seismic shift still
settling down within him, and felt a change come over the wood that seemed to echo
yet was in no way part of the shift in him. A tension grew which seemed to fill
the air to overflowing and fill the dell with static electricity that arced in
invisible currents between the wildly, silently dancing Dryads and the ground beneath
them, and it was the same tension Peter had been feeling building in him for so
long and which was now boiling in his blood and tingling in his skin until he felt
he was going to explode.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 A new
shape slid into the dance, materialising out of the darkness between the trees
beyond the dell and darting among the wildly cavorting Dryads. It was a fawn, goat
from the waist down and man from the waist up apart from two small horns and goat
-like ears, yet this was no fawn like the Mr. Tumnus Peter{}#\u8216\'91s sister
Lucy had encountered on her first visit to Narnia, timid, polite and delicate.
This creature seethed with fiery energy and blatantly sported a great rod-like prick
projecting upwards and out of its hairy thighs. A satyr.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 More
joined it, whirling furiously amongst the dance of the Dryads, somehow without
disturbing it. Sometimes one would seize a nymph from behind and spin her around
, its great prick thrust between her legs and sticking out in front of her almost
as though it were her own. Others, wielding their pricks like truncheons would
beat a dryad with it as she flitted past, slapping her on the buttocks or across
the front of her thighs with it. Before Peter\u8217\'92s amazed eyes some would
even effortlessly spring clean over a frolicking dryad and slap her in the face
with it. Stunned breathless, heart pounding and with his own prick stiffer than
it had ever been, aching with need and feeling huge in his breeches, Peter watched
unbelieving.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
whirling, spinning, leaping and capering figures in the moonlight in the dell gyrated
ever faster in the moonlight until Peter\u8217\'92s head reeled and trying to watch
any individual nymph or satyr was like trying to follow the course of a bubble
in a whirlpool. Then, just as it threatened to become unbearable and the tension
pulsed on the edge of an cataclysmic explosion, it stopped in a moment that felt
like flash of invisible lightning and soundless crash of a thunderclap within the
dell itself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
was panting and quivering, hardly aware of who or where he was. Somehow he had
freed his prick from its encumbering clothes and it was standing boldly out of
his thighs as he sat on the throne. Nothing like as long or thick as those of the
satyrs it nevertheless throbbed and pulsed with eagerness both in time to the painful
pounding of his heart and to some huge other heart beneath the earth itself the
beats of which quivering in the ground, the air around him and the moonlight.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
dance had stopped in an instant, every figure in the dell becoming frozen like
a statue in the moonlight, yet somehow the interrupted pattern of the dance had
left a clear path from King Peter across the stump at the centre of the dell and
out the other side to a tall, lush-leaved, beautifully proportioned tree he could
not have named, although in truth there were few trees in Narnia\u8217\'92s woods
he could have put a name to. His gaze was drawn to it by the path as though by
the flight of an arrow, and as he watched a girl emerged from it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
did not come out of a door in its trunk or slide out of a crack or crevice in its
bark. She formed out of the living wood itself and glided soft-footed along the
path straight towards Peter.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Susan?\u8221\'94 High King Peter breathed in disbelief as the figure came close
enough for its features to be visible, for the face it bore was that of his elder
sister, High Queen Susan of Narnia.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
it, too, was naked apart from tenuous veils of moonlight that clung like mist to
its limbs.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
had never seen his sister undressed yet the figure approaching him had his sister
{}#\u8216\'91s height and general shape, and he wondered if the nymph had recreated
his sister{}#\u8216\'91s body as faithfully as it had adopted her face. Delicate
, firm little breasts each of which he could have covered with a hand budded on
her chest while between her legs ran that smooth, empty curve broken only by that
inexplicable slit.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93Wha...?{}#\u8221\'94 he breathed helplessly as the figure came to a halt in
front of him and folded into a deep curtsy, his sister\u8217\'92s straight ash-blond
hair falling like a silver waterfall across her shoulders in the moonlight. Susan
{}#\u8216\'91s round, pretty face looked up at him although all he wanted to see
were those unbelievable mounds on her chest, accentuated into pouting peaks by
the low bow.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93I took thy sister the High Queen{}#\u8216\'91s form to honour her,{}#\u8221\'94
the figure explained in Susan\u8217\'92s voice. {}#\u8220\'93But if it displease
Your Majesty I will take another.{}#\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93Wha...? No. That is, I{}#\u8216\'91m very pleased,{}#\u8221\'94 Peter stammered
. Was this what Susan looked like with no clothes on? The sight had slammed into
him like a cannon-ball. He wanted to wrap his eyes around every part of it. He
{}#\u8216\'91d seen his sister practically every day for as long as he could remember
, for she\u8217\'92d grown up with him and she had become as familiar as part of
the furniture. Until this....\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
Dryad unfolded herself. {}#\u8220\'93I am Ammara, Queen of the Trees,{}#\u8220
\'93she said softly. {}#\u8220\'93With the High King{}#\u8216\'91s consent I will
receive the seed of Adam and with it fertilise the forests of Narnia once again
.{}#\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
stared at her blankly. The seed of Adam? He hadn{}#\u8216\'91t brought any seed
with him. No-one had mentioned it. And the only time he had ever fertilised anything
was when he\u8217\'92d helped his mother spread some old horse-muck around the
roses in the front garden of their home in London. Spreading muck around the forests
of Narnia was hardly a job for its High King.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Come, Lord,{}#\u8221\'94 the nymph urged, offering him a hand. \u8220\'93The
moon speeds.{}#\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Bemused
and suddenly acutely aware of his prick sticking out in front of him and the looseness
of his breeches around his hips Peter took the hand. A jolt like sweet electricity
passed from it and seemed to boil the hot pool of white liquid that was gathered
at the base of his prick and yeaning to burst from it with such delightful outpourings
. He was suddenly afraid that it was going to start squirting out of him all over
the Queen of the Dryads which, he thought wildly, would hardly gain him ten out
of ten for diplomacy. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Gently
she drew him into the dell and down to the stump at its centre, Peter stumbling
slightly and wondering with a sudden terror if the Dryad was suddenly going to
produce a knife from somewhere within the clothes she wasn{}#\u8216\'91t wearing
and sacrifice him like one of the millions of lambs that had apparently had their
throats cut in sacrifice in pre-Aslan days. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 As
they reached the stump his naked sister, her astonishing body white in the moonlight
turned to him. No, it was the Queen of the Dryads, he told himself firmly and
braced himself to yell for his bodyguard at her first threatening move, although
they would have to cut their way through the crowd of motionless dryads and satyrs
in order to reach him. To his relief the nymph gracefully lowered herself to sit
on the edge of the stump. Then she reached out and took his prick in her hand.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At
her soft, gentle touch he went rigid and the pool of boiling white cream in his
loins nearly exploded from him. Drawing him towards her his sister - no, the nymph
Queen - spread her legs wide and lay back on the top of the stump. As her legs
opened so, too, did the slit in her body between them, like a mouth, though all
the detail of what lay within it was lost in the shadows. Powerless to do anything
but follow her urgings Peter let the Dryad draw him between her legs, his prick
pointing into the slit between them. Her hand softly encircling his rigid, throbbing
prick gently drew him to close the inches between it and her body until its bulging
red helmet pressed against her. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
onwards, into her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
felt something like a mouth close around his penis and soft, wet fire enfold it.
Her hand released him and she stretched her arms above her head in triumph on the
moon-slicked surface of the stump as he kept going of his own volition, burying
more and more of his prick into her through that slit between her legs. His body
bumped against hers with the full length of his prick buried in her flesh like,
it seemed, as dagger bathed in the hot softness of her blood yet the nymph arched
her body off the stump and pressed herself to him as though seeking to bury even
more of him into her body, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist as though
to stop him pulling out of her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Yet
he did, nearly all the way, only to stab her again and again with his prick. Each
stab sent cascades of exquisite pleasure burning out of his prick into every corner
of his body satisfying and sating the cravings that had been building there for
all those long months kept only partly fulfilled by his own rubbing at his prick
until the cream spurted.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 To
each stab his sister writhed on the stump like a sacrificial victim under the knife
but he knew somehow it was not pain she was experiencing but rather ecstasy to
match his own. He held her by the hips and waist to steady her against the hammer
-blows of his groin against hers and which jolted her whole body on the silver-shining
wood. Susan thrust her little breasts at him, grinding her groin against his and
with that mouth between her legs sucking and pulling frantically at his prick.
Her face was twisted as though in pain, mouth wide and gasping, yet Peter knew she
wanted more and strained his heart to bursting to give it to her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
boiling cream in his loins poured like lava down his prick and exploded into his
sister\u8217\'92s body in great white-hot jets, each gout sending cascades of pure
delight along every nerve in his body and overwhelming every sense with sheer pleasure
. One, two, three, his body almost too weak to hold the sensation within it. \par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh, SUSAN,{}#\u8221\'94 he heard himself cry and it was only his hands on his
sister\u8217\'92s waist before him that prevented him folding into a crumpled heap
between her legs as his knees almost gave way. {}#\u8220\'93Oh Susan,{}#\u8221
\'94 he gasped again as the last weakening jets of his cream spurted into her.
{}#\u8220\'93Oh Susan,{}#\u8221\'94 he breathed as the final dregs of his cream
trickled hotly out of his prick inside her body. \u8220\'93Oh gosh.{}#\u8221\'94
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
world steadied and he gathered the reins of his body back in his hands. He was
panting as though he had just finished a long-distance run and he could feel sweat
bathing his skin and dripping off his face. His prick was still buried in his
sister\u8217\'92s body and twitching as it found yet more droplets of cream to pump
into her, except that he remembered it wasn{}#\u8216\'91t his sister{}#\u8216\'91
s body. It was her face soft with joy looking up at him from the shiny surface
of the stump and it might or might not be what his sister\u8217\'92s body looked
like in the silver light and soft grey shadows of the moon, but it was the Queen
of the Dryads he had squirted his cream into, not his sister.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93Oh,{}#\u8221\'94 he said to her in the gasp which was all he could manage.
She smiled back at him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28{}#\u8220
\'93You are bounteous, Son of Adam,{}#\u8221\'94 she said gratefully. \u8220\'93
And your seed is strong. The forests of Narnia will bloom because of you.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Eh?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Your task here is done. Return to your seat and share the rest of the night
with us or return to your pavilion and sleep, as you wish.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 However
politely, he recognised he was being dismissed. In no condition to argue he weakly
slipped his already softening prick out of the nymph and turned away from her.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At
some point the frozen statues of the nymphs and satyrs had thawed and gathered closely
around the stump as though to be as near as possible to what had happened on it
. A narrow path, though, had been left for him and he tottered wearily up it to
fall exhausted into his throne.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Below
him in the dell he saw in the moonlight that a satyr had taken his place between
his sister{}#\u8216\'91s - no, the Queen of the Dryads\u8217\'92 legs - with its
long pole of a penis buried on her body. As he watched the satyr withdrew it and
sprang away as another jumped to take its place, its penis disappearing into the
mouth between the Queen{}#\u8216\'91s legs. The satyr which had previously been
inside the Queen stood poised motionless for a moment and then leapt on a Dryad
, bearing her to the ground and sliding its pole into the mouth between her legs
before they had stopped rolling. A moment later the satyr which had followed him
into the Queen was roughly tussling another Dryad to the ground and forcing its
way between her legs to lie on her with its bottom jerking up and down between
her knees.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 As
the moon climbed higher and higher satyr after satyr plunged its penis into the
body of the Dryad Queen, still in the form of Queen Susan lying motionless and open
to them on the stump, and then sought out and stabbed a Dryad with it between her
legs. Each satyr in turn seemed to grab whatever nymph happened to be available
and while there appeared to be little in the nature of co-operation from the Dryads
, Peter saw none actively try to avoid their fate either. Although each satyr seemed
to do little more than dip its penis in the Queen and then withdraw to jump on
a Dryad, once it had its prick in one it often seemed to spend a considerable time
stabbing her with it until springing to its hooves and joining the crowd of satyrs
waiting their turn for the Queen again, leaving the nymph lying sprawled legs-spread
on the ground to slowly gather herself together and climb weakly to her feet, sometimes
to be jumped on again almost immediately. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Still
breathing heavily from his exertions, weary to the bone and unable to think about
what had just happened to him King Peter watched the scene in the dell for a while
in the moonlight as nymphs, often tousled and looking as drained as himself, wandered
about somewhat aimlessly amid the busy satyrs pounding away at nymphs spread-eagled
on the ground underneath them. When it became apparent that things were going
to go on in this vein for a while if not for the rest of the night, when he became
aware from the stirring in his loins and a quivering in his weary prick that the
activities of the satyrs he was seeing were rousing him again, and as it was strangely
disturbing to see his sister lying naked on the stump as satyr after satyr stepped
from a never-diminishing pool waiting their turn to dip their pricks into the mouth
between her legs, even if he knew it wasn\u8216\'91t really his sister, he staggered
unsteadily from his throne across the moonlit grass to his pavilion, crawled onto
the couch which served as a bed and dropped into a deep, exhausted, satisfied sleep
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi565{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
2\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
, High King of Narnia, rode towards the shining towers of Cair Paravel without a
glance at the beautiful white castle amid its green spring meadows against a fresh
blue sky. His escort of Centaur guards trailed along behind him, hooves clattering
on the cobbles of the Great Road which bisected the Kingdom while his attendants
of fawns and talking badgers and dogs clustered around his horse's flanks glancing
worriedly at each other as they speculated on what was so troubling their Son of
Adam.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It was
the memory of the Queen of the Dryads in the form of his elder sister, drawing
his stiff willy into that extraordinary mouth between her legs and practically sucking
that slimy white cream-stuff from him into her body which was occupying Peter.
Over and over he replayed the memory, that wonderful sensation of her hot hole sucking
at him and the delightful tingling of each squirt of that creamy fluid into her
, and each time he recalled it his willy seemed to grow even stiffer in his breeches
and the remembered electric tingling rushed even more powerfully up and down his
spine.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He was
still not entirely clear what had happened. Clearly whatever it was had been what
was intended to happen as none of his Centaur guards had intervened when the Dryad
had wrapped herself around him, manhandled his Royal Person and impaled herself
on him while afterwards the only thing Buerroc his talking badger Chamberlain would
say about it was the express pleasure that what he called {\lang5129\u8216\'91}
the King's seeding of Narnia' had been a success. Obviously his {\lang5129\u8216
\'91}seeding{\lang5129\u8217\'92} was in some essential way involved with the Dryad
's 'Ceremony of Re-birth' which would result in the first growth of seedlings all
across Narnia for the first time after the many years it had been without a Son
of Adam as King, but Buerroc{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s"61s obvious reluctance to talk
about it and Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s own desire not to appear ignorant had
effectively prevented his discovering very much more during the course of an increasingly
frustrating procession back to the castle.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Yes," Buerroc had told him. "You will be required to do this again next
year, and for each year thereafter while you are King and able," but the thought
of having to wait a whole year to repeat the experience of feeling his willy slide
once more into the Dryad's body and having her suck his white cream from him was
almost unbearable, for the experience had been far more enjoyable than when making
the cream spurt from his willy on his own.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Dethanor
.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} He recognised the inevitable and summoned his personal Centaur
guard to his side{\lang5129\u8221\'94}I would speak privately with you.{\lang5129
\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Obediently
the others around him fell back out of earshot as the massive horse-man trotted
to his side. "Sire?" enquired the creature eagerly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 High
King Peter was usually reluctant to admit ignorance, even to himself, and Dethanor
, who had seen him make so many mistakes and had quietly helped him correct them
during his nine months on Narnia's throne, was the only person he felt able to
confess anything to. "What did happen back there, with the Dryads?" he asked.
{\lang5129\u8220\'93}All this business about {\lang5129\u8216\'91}seed'.{\lang5129
\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 If you
didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t look at the powerful body of the horse from which Dethanor
's body seemed to grow like a neck, you could pretend it was just a man you were
talking to - a handsome, broad-shouldered, powerfully muscled man who feared nothing
and could kill virtually anything with bow, sword or steel-tipped hoof without
blinking an eye. He gave Peter a considering look.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}When my Liege first arrived in Narnia to assume his throne," he said
in a low rumble, "He had, what, fourteen years upon him?" Peter nodded. Fourteen
and a big bit, actually, so that he was now fifteen-and-a-half. Susan, his elder
sister, had been thirteen-and-a-small bit and was now only just fourteen while
the twins Edmund and Lucy had only been eleven and still were. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Hummmm." The Centaur seemed ill at ease with the subject. "With that
many years most creatures, even Centaurs, have long been mature and bringing forth
young of their own yet you, perhaps, were still too young?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Yes
. Only grown-ups get married and have babies{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Peter agreed.
{\lang5129\u8220\'93}I was still a boy.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Yet no longer, it seems," the Centaur observed. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}For the Ceremony of Re-birth was a success, and you therefore must have produced
the necessary seed. Buerroc wished to delay the Ceremony another year at least
, fearing you were still too young as a Son of Adam to produce seed, but the Drui
declared you were ready and insisted."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Seed
?" exclaimed Peter. The Drui were some sort of male equivalent of the Dryad but
did not inhabit trees themselves, merely wandering the woods as spirits watching
over them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "All
males when they are grown contain seed which, when placed in the female of the
species, may cause her to quicken and bring forth young," Dethanor explained somewhat
distantly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
had noticed before the tenancy of most of Narnia's speaking creatures to talk like
the Bible, but as the Bible was one of only two books actually existing in the
land he supposed it was hardly surprising.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I have
the seeds of trees in me?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Peter exclaimed, confused. The
Centaur gave him a sideways look.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I suspect
not," he admitted. "Your seed, placed in a Daughter of Eve, would cause her to
bring forth another of your kind. A human child. But in the Covenant of the Land
your Royal Seed is also what is needed to bring fertility to the Woods and Forests
without which Narnia would perish."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Was
the cream that spurted from his willy when he stroked it seed? It didn't look like
seed, but the Dryad had seemed happy enough with it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}This seed....?" he asked carefully.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}A white liquid in which is condensed the spirit of the species." Dethanor
said loftily. Peter, to whom 'condensed' meant condensed milk which was indeed
a bit like what squirted out of his willy, nodded as though he understood.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Is
there anything else I am required to seed?" he asked hopefully. The Centaur looked
straight ahead.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Any
female in the land would be honoured to receive the King's seed,{\lang5129\u8221
\'94} he said firmly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}But I do not think it is required by
the Covenant. Narnia is the fertility of its forests and fields which is brought
forth by the potency of the King's Seed - the seed of a Son of Adam. Apart from
the Queen of the Dryads at the Ceremony of Re-birth the proper place for the seed
of a Son of Adam is in a Daughter of Eve."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
breath froze in King Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s throat. He could feel the seed
inside him, tingling hotly in his blood and squeezed to bursting in his willy.
According to Dethanor the only proper place for it to go was into a Daughter of
Eve, except that there were only two Daughters of Eve in all of Narnia. His sisters
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Could
he squirt his seed into his sisters? Should he squirt his seed into his sisters
? Was he perhaps even expected to squirt his seed into his sisters? How would he
go about squirting his seed into his sisters even if he should? Did they have
mouths between their legs like the Dryad or were they completely different, for
although the Queen of the Dryads had taken his sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s form
he was still not certain how accurate the copy had been? He was desperate to know
, and yet could not bring himself to ask the Centaur any of those questions.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Denthenor
had suggested that any female in the land would be willing to let him squirt his
seed into them and as he was their High King Peter supposed that was so, but if
he had little enough idea how he would go about squirting it into his sisters he
had no idea at all how he would go about squirting it into any of the talking animals
which were his subjects for even though they talked, they were still animals.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Urgent
and uncomfortable with the need to squirt his seed into something even if it was
just his hand in the privacy of his room as usual, High King Peter rode through
the cheering crowds of talking animals thronging the streets of the Lower Town
at Cair Paravel with only the briefest of acknowledgements. At the Great Gate to
the castle most of the escort peeled away leaving only Peter, Dethanor and the
king's personal attendants to enter the Great Court.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Across
the huge, empty, white marble-slabbed space Peter caught sight of his sisters awaiting
him on the steps to the Great Door as was proper, and his heart skipped a beat.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
second and only other book apart from the Bible to exist in Narnia was little more
than a child's picture book of stories about King Arthur and the Knights of the
Round Table, and it was the pictures in this which had become the models for a
great deal of Narnia. The castle at Cair Paravel itself was an obvious imitation
of the artist{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s impressions of Camelot in the book, with deeply
battlemented walls, graceful flying buttresses and high, narrow, peaked towers
flying a forest of banners. The clothes provided for the Royal Family, too, were
straight out of the book and were of a style which might best be described as High
Medieval.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Susan
was in sea blue and Lucy in lime green but whereas the stiff embroidered bodice
to Lucy's dress covering her chest was as flat and smooth as a paving slab Queen
Susan's had been made with a bulge as though to contain something within it, something
like the soft, exciting mounds he had seen, though not touched, on the Queen of
the Dryad{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s chest. He also noticed for the first time that
Lucy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s skirts fell almost straight out of her bodice to the
ground while Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s swelled over her hips from a tucked-in
waist while the lower edge of his elder sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s stiff bodice
was cut to a downward point like the bottom of a shield, aimed like an arrow right
at the place between her legs where the Dryad{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s crack had held
hidden that wonderful mouth into her body.\tab\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Only
their arrival in Narnia nearly nine months before Peter was sure Susan had possessed
nothing in the way of bulges under her clothes on her chest, as Lucy still didn
't. Now, though, Susan was older and had clearly grown up quite a lot. Peter only
now realised how much, with a shock that tingled through his system like electricity
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He dismounted
from his horse and nearly gave at the knees as the tingling surged like a wave
around his body. He wanted to know - needed to know - what his elder sister looked
like with no clothes on. Yet he strongly suspected that if he asked to see her
with no clothes on she would be shocked, horrified and very, very sniffy. Quite
why she should be he wasn't sure and merely had a memory that as children back
in England their parents had for several years made sure that brother and sister
always dressed and undressed in different rooms, and didn't see each other doing
it. Although High King of Narnia, he suspected if he tried to see her undressed
now he was certain his sister would make him feel like a naughty boy again.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He stiffened
his spine as the Centaur grooms, mostly pretty young fillies in liveried tunics
to hide the breasts on their human torsos, took over his horse - a non-talking
one, for none of the talking animals were beasts of burden - and led it away.
Steadying himself he climbed the steps to meet his sisters.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
brother Edmund was not there, which was no surprise as he had been going his own
way and doing his own thing for months now, but when Peter stopped in front of
Susan he had another surprise. Even standing on a step lower than her he was only
slightly taller than she.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He had
not noticed how he had grown. On their arrival in Narnia Susan had been almost
as tall as himself and he hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t been much heavier, and when
they had wrestled, or at least tussled, in their children's games, she had usually
been able to hold her own. Now he realised the advantage of height would be with
him, and considerable weight and strength also for he was broad-shouldered and
he now more heavily built. The thought of wrestling with her, of getting his arms
around her body and a leg over hers, made him tingle again but alas, he recognised
that the days of those childhood tussles were long over.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Hello
, Peter," Queen Susan said. "It went well?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Yes," he agreed. "It all went well. Is all well here?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Yes," said Susan formally, and there didn't seem anything more to say
. Standing close to her Peter could see clearly that the bulge in the front of
his sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s bodice was filled with slopes and curves of her
body within a white silk blouse beneath it and he felt himself go weak at the knees
again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Did
you see the Dryads," Lucy asked eagerly from behind her elder sister.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Yes," Peter smiled at her. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}I'll tell you all about
it later. For now I just want to go and change."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Almost
rudely he skipped past them and walked quickly up the rest of the stairs into the
castle itself, where half the domestic staff of talking dogs, beavers, squirrels
, bears and badgers with a sprinkling of specialist dwarves, fawns and faerie seamstresses
was lined up top welcome him. His sisters would excuse him, he was sure, for it
never seemed to occur to those who organised State Occasions that the Royal Family
needed to relieve themselves every now and then with the result that after lengthy
ceremonial affairs involving the presentation of this or the confirmation of that
, the girls in particular would almost gallop back to their suites of chambers and
the welcome privies there.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 In
Narnia only Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve seemed to need privies for the talking
animals, like their brute cousins, seemed relaxed about where they went while the
creatures of myth and legend like the fawns and fairies never seemed to need to
go at all. The Privies in the Royal Apartments were the only ones in Narnia and
a matter the few staff at the Castle, whether animal or myth, who knew of them
preferred to keep a rather dark secret. The privies were, in fact, cupboard-sized
cubbies built out of the castle walls containing only stone seats with holes in
them some sixty feet directly above the inner moat. Even after nine months Peter
still disliked using his, as looking down between his legs when seated over the
hole was a vertiginous experience and he cringed at the imagined picture of half
his subjects watching with interest the Royal turds on their long fall into the
moat, and as a result preferred to use the Royal privy after dark. What his sisters
did he had no idea. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Toilet
paper would have been even more of a problem as a breeze of any kind would have
distributed the Royal wipings all over the Lower Town, but as paper practically
didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t exist in Narnia that particular problem didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t exist either although, of course, that gave rise to a problem of a
different kind. After several rather unpleasant days and smelly at the outset of
his Reign Peter was relieved to find a supply of rags and a bowl of water had appeared
in his privy and he guessed he had Susan to thank for it, although nothing was
ever said about it by anyone.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
privy was also the only place he could look for privacy during daylight hours for
the staff who tended his rooms did so on the basis that they were so far beneath
his notice as to be invisible. In consequence when about their business they entered
his bedroom, dressing room, sitting room, reception room or private dining room
without notice and without knocking to do their duties with their eyes averted
from his and their ears ostentatiously closed. As there were so many of them doing
so many things - a different one or sometimes even two for one job, usually - Peter
realised he would have spent all day saying, "Come in," were it otherwise, but
he had very quickly learned that it was not a good idea to lie naked on his bed
fondling his willy during the day. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Even
the privy wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t that private as it had only a curtain separating
it from his dressing room beyond, but it was better than nothing at all as he undid
the ties and opened his breeches to take his prick in his hand.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
so-familiar shivers of delight rippled through him as he eased the tube of skin
back and forth over its red, bulging head, made powerfully intense by his memory
of his naked sister approaching him across the moonlit dell, the lines and smooth
curves of her legs and thighs, her very pronounced waist and, proud on her chest
, those little swellings with the dark, indistinct discs on their tips he could
not get out of his mind. His hand on his prick was just a pale imitation of what
it had felt like to have it inside that mouth between his sister{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s legs with the hair around its base thumping against her body laid out before
him on the stump, her face shining with pleasure as she looked up at him, gasping
at each thump. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Oh, Susan," he whispered again as the hot
cream spurted from his prick into the rag he was holding ready for it, with only
a fraction of the delight he had felt when it had squirted so strongly into his
sister.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Except
, of course, it hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t been his sister, and might not have been
anything like his sister really was between her legs.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
wiped himself clean and dropped the soiled rag though the hole weighted with a stone
from a pile which was renewed every day by one of the servants - which one he had
no idea. Squirting his seed had taken the edge off his tension but left him feeling
angry, unsatisfied and restless. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Several
days passed and if anything he found the feelings getting worse. He snapped and
was rude to servants and his councillors, turned his back on what had previously
been his great interest, the re-organisation of Narnia's army, and avoided his
sisters.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 This
last he had to do. High Queen Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s presence tormented him
. Everything about her shouted 'different{\lang5129\u8217\'92} and it was a difference
he ached to explore yet could not. Just the swaying of the folds of her dresses
about her legs set his blood racing, for it was a thing of girls and not boys.
The rose-oil perfumes she and Queen Lucy wore assailed his senses, for girls not
boys wore perfumes and his curiosity about girls was a burning passion. In his
desperation he even considered by-passing his elder sister and seeing if little
eleven-almost-twelve-year-old Lucy would undress for him so that he could at least
get a clue about what girls had between the legs, for he knew Lucy was far more
in awe of him than was Susan and more likely to 'give in' to him. Lucy, though
, would only have to mention it in passing to Susan for the whole thing to be revealed
to her and Peter was sure she would not be at all happy that he had pulled rank
on his little sister for such a purpose. So instead he paced the corridors of
Cair Paravel like a man with a toothache, wishing he could either howl or bang his
head against the stone walls.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 After
several intolerable days of this he was standing in his apartments being measured
for yet another tunic by one of the fairy seamstresses, his blood boiling. High
Queen Susan had apparently decided he needed more clothes and had delivered the
fairy to his apartments for that purpose. His sister had been dressed in what
Peter had heard her call an undress gown, which was just something casual to wear
around the Royal Apartments in the growing heat of the approaching Narnian summer
. It was a loose white affair with full sleeves which fell straight from her shoulders
to her slippered toes, given shape only by a cord of braided gold thread tied around
her waist. The shape it gained, though, stopped Peter's breath in his throat as
it moulded itself to the swellings on his elder sister's chest and hugged her newly
-rounded hips.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
had only stopped long enough to tell the fairy what she wanted but just the brief
glimpse of her had been enough to leave Peter itching to have his sword in his
hands and a sun-stunned troll in front of him he could hack away at.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I sense my King is uneasy," the fairy announced in her shill tones
as she stood on tiptoe to measure his arm from shoulder to wrist. This she had
to do because like all Narnia}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s fairies she was the size,
and shape, of an six-year-old human girl although she was presumably a lot older
. Having such tiny, nimble hands made her stitch work exquisite.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
had golden-blond hair crowned by a coronet of daisies and which fell between her
small gossamer wings down her back almost to her waist. Peter knew the wings were
actually part of her costume for she didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t actually need them
to fly, which she did by magic. Some sort of thin, green, silken dress fell from
her shoulders to just above her knees, over which she wore what looked like several
layers of cobweb-fine veiling which shimmered with all the colours of the rainbow
as she moved. All in all she looked exactly like what Peter would have said a
fairy should look like, which he suspected is why she did look that way.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
..." High King Peter shrugged. He was more than uneasy, he was seething, but as
fairies were notorious gossips he wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t about to admit to
one that he was itching to see his big sister with no clothes on - for not only
did he feel that it would be improper for him to see his sister with no clothes
on, he still had very little idea why he was so desperate to and a worrying conviction
that he shouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t be.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy giggled nervously. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}If my King will allow me to make
so bold, may I suggest you should consider a short break away from your duties?
The seaside, perhaps?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
seaside! Two words that woke so many memories in Peter. The little steam-train
puffing out of the crowds and smoke of London to the clean air of the coast, the
music and laughter on the pier, the pebbly beach and grey sea with Susan in a wet
swimsuit, the cloth clinging to her smooth white skin and tight around her bottom
. Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick pulsed eagerly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Er, is there anywhere?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 he asked, trying not
to sound too keen.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
, my Liege," the fairy giggled again. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Narnia has many remote
and lovely places where its King and his sister could sport in the sea and sun
in safety and privacy."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
gosh," Peter breathed, overwhelmed by the prospect of sporting with his sister
in private. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}My sister?" he queried, suddenly catching up
with the fairy's statement.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Indeed yes," she laughed girlishly. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 As with
the High King, the High Queen has been weighed down with responsibility. It is
no easy task to attend to the running of so large a household as your Majesties
have.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 For
the first time Peter realised how much running his elder sister did and presumably
had to do to supervise Cair Paravel, much of it unnoticed and behind the scenes
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "And
it will do no harm for Queen Lucy and King Edmund to have charge of the Kingdom
for a day or two," the fairy suggested in her six-year-old tones. {\lang5129\u8220
\'93}It would not do for them to spend all their time in the shadow of their elders
.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
recognised a truth in this no six-year-old girl would have been able to comprehend
. He looked down into the childish face smiling innocently up at him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Yes
. Thank you," he said thoughtfully. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Do we have, ah, swimming
costumes?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy gave a peal of girlish glee. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}A costume for swimming
? Whatever for? Does a fish have need of a costume? Hath a porpoise need of clothes
?" Eyes shining for all the world like an six-year-old girl full of glee she regarded
Peter solemnly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}But if my King hath need of a costume to
swim, my King shall have a costume to swim," she declared. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}I shall measure him for it now."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
seemed to have no need of any tape for her measurements nor any notepad to record
anything on, but had merely drawn her fingertips along the lines of his body that
she presumably needed the dimensions of for his tunic and had somehow recorded
the result in her memory. Before Peter could stop her - not that he tried very
hard - she had unlaced his breeches, folded them back from his hips and slipped
them down to his knees. His freed prick reared stiffly almost in the fairy{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s face.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
ignored it. Lightly she drew her fingertips around his waist and then down the
sides of his buttocks and legs as though taking the measurements a pair of swimming
trunks would need. Then she ran them in around his thighs, waking an exquisite
tingle that made Peter melt and his prick throb powerfully.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Looking
at it with a frown the fairy tipped her little head on one side playfully. "Does
my King dress to the left or the right?" she asked with a giggle.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Sorry?" Peter queried.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Is
my King....?" The fairy was clearly finding the antics of Peter{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s prick only a few inches from her face hilarious. "Does my King.....? Oh
dear.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Her laughter was infectious and Peter was laughing too
even as he felt embarrassed at the sight of the little girl regarding his prick
so closely and innocently, and giggling at it. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Would my King
like.....?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
Peter wasn't laughing, or even breathing, as the little girl carefully and tenderly
took his prick in her tiny hands, bowed her head slightly and put her mouth around
its bulging red head.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
felt lovely. Hardly taller than his waist like a six-year-old girl the fairy could
take his prick in her mouth with ease even standing up, but her little mouth seemed
hardly big enough to get much more than its bulbous tip in it although she tried
hard to take as much as she could and he could feel its end pressing against the
back of her throat. At the same time her tiny hands were busy stroking its shaft
, looking startlingly thick as it grew out of her small face, or played gently with
the bag of skin that hung beneath it, tickling him exquisitely.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh, that}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s..." King Peter breathed as he wilted
to the wonderful delights the child was waking in his prick as her tiny mouth and
tongue sucked and played with his prick or her little teeth nibbled carefully at
it. He had his hands on her small head, stroking her gossamer hair and playing
with her delicate, pointed ears without being aware of it.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I'm going to squirt," he gasped as he felt the jet of cream in him
want to uncoil and spit from his prick like a snake. "Mmmmm," the girl-child acknowledged
, closing her lips even tighter around his prick.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
explosion in Peter's middle came, his prick jerking the little fairy{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s whole head in his hands as it pumped the cream into her mouth. She gurgled
and choked slightly but held him firmly in her mouth until it had stopped pulsing
and the explosion had died away leaving him feeling warm, relaxed and wonderfully
satisfied. The fairy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s palette and tongue squeezed the fat
, throbbing head of his penis and she sucked the last drops of his cream out of
it, then washed it with her tongue. It was almost more than Peter could bear and
he nearly begged her to stop.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Grinning
mischievously the little fairy pulled her head away so that Peter{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s prick popped out of her mouth like a lolly. Then she swallowed, licked her
lips and smacked them just like a child enjoying a particularly delicious sweet
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 That was lovely," Peter breathed appreciatively, "ah...., what is
your name ?"\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Peaseblossom, if it like Your Majesty," the tiny creature answered
sweetly, watching with her head tipped slightly to one side as though in wonder
as Peter's prick slowly shrivelled and drooped before her face.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
name was Peaseblossom whether he liked it or not, Peter decided happily. Yet if
he ordered her to change her name to Squishy Turd she presumably would, at least
officially, because that was what Kings could do if they wanted. He suddenly
recalled Dethenor telling him that any female in the Kingdom would be honoured to
receive the Royal Seed, though it had never occurred to Peter that they would be
willing to do so in their mouths.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes, I like Peaseblossom,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 he announced grandly
. "Tell me, Peaseblossom. Will my seed do anything to you?"\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
little girl's eyes went wide in wonder. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}It tasted nice,{\lang5129
\u8221\'94} she told him earnestly. "Warm in my tummy. And a great honour for
Peaseblossom to receive it. But,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} she looked up at him sadly
. "A waste, alas. Peaseblossom cannot swell in the belly and bear a Prince for
the King." Then she perked up again, regarding his floppy prick happily. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}But Peaseblossom can tell that her King dresses to the right."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
glanced down and saw that his prick was hanging slightly to the right of the vertical
. So that was what she had wanted to know. Had she done all that just to make
his prick loose its stiffness so she could ascertain what side he {\lang5129\u8216
\'91}dressed'? Presumably it made some sort of difference to the way she would
sew up his swimming costume. He opened his mouth to ask and then changed his mind
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Tell
me, Peaseblossom," he asked instead. "Would you do that to me again?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 My King has only to command me," she responded instantly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes, but would you like doing it?" he asked slowly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Like
?" Her eyes were wide with puzzled wonder. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}To taste the seed
of a Son of Adam? To feel it filling me with its strength and power? My King
could do me no greater honour."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
wasn't about to argue with that. It had certainly been a lot more fun than rubbing
his prick by himself in his cramped privy.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Well, it would be my pleasure as well," he observed. }\u8220\'93
{\lang2057 And I don't think it would be a waste.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "My
liege honours me," giggled the little girl, giving a big curtsy. For a moment
Peter was tempted to ask her if he could look up her dress but as he was wondering
how to phrase the request with due decorum she began solemnly doing up his breeches
again and said, "I have all I need to make Your Majesty{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s new
clothes." She tied off the lacing and gave a little bobbing curtsey. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}With Your Majesty's permission.{\lang5129\u8230\'85\u8221\'94} Then
before he could give it she rose two feet into the air, which brought the top of
her head up to the level of his chin, and darted like a swallow rather disconcertingly
out of the window, which was sixty or seventy feet above the ground.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 As you wish," Peter conceded belatedly, looking after her fondly\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Later
, and feeling happier and more relaxed than he had for some time with his prick
still drooping contentedly in his breeches, he broached the proposal to Queen Susan
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 The seaside?" she echoed, pursing her lips doubtfully. Looking at
them Peter felt a powerful urge to kiss them.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "We
could both do with a holiday," he urged. His sister looked unconvinced. "And
it would do Luce and Edmund good, to be left in charge." He knew this was influencing
Susan more than the prospect of time away from the Castle.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 'Are
you sure they{\lang5129\u8217\'92}re up to it?" she asked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Leaving
his little sister Lucy in charge caused Peter no qualms for she was truthful and
honest to a fault. As she was an hour-and-a-half older than Edmund, her twin,
Narnian protocol gave her undisputed seniority over him should she need it, but
Edmund was well aware of this and Peter knew his little brother{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s position as fourth and last of the Kings and Queens of Narnia rankled him intensely
. Even back in England, pre-Narnia, Edmund had hated being the youngest of the
four children and had frequently acted on his own and even counter to the other
three as though trying to establish an independence from the them. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 It would show Edmund that we trust him, and that he has an important
role to play,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 he told Susan more firmly than he felt. A
whiff of power as Acting King of Narnia might do Edmund more harm than good, he
suspected, but his primary concern was to get Susan alone with him, in a swimming
costume.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Well
. If you think so.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} She sounded uneasy. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}It would be nice to get away for a couple of days."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Unexpected
excitement jangled up and down Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body. Out of the blue
something about what his sister had said, and the way she had said it, reminded
him of their mother. She might have said exactly the same thing in the same tone
of voice to their father, Peter realised, and it might even be his memory of her
doing so which had affected him so powerfully. His big sister suddenly seemed
more woman than child, and his prick stirred hopefully in his breeches at the realisation
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I'
ll organise something then, shall I?" he asked quickly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes. All right," Susan agreed with conviction.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy Peaseblossom, watching the meeting through a spy-hole in the wall, heard
the High Queen's agreement and gave a smile of satisfaction and anticipation which
echoed the High King's own. Carefully replacing the cover to the spyhole she turned
away and floated confidently through the dark maze of passages in the walls of
Cair Paravel and down many narrow, twisting staircases to a dank, grey cell carved
in the living rock far below even the lowest store-rooms in the castle. There
in a faint glow thrown by a ball of crystal glimmering on a chipped and worm-eaten
table an old man in a mildewed and mouldy black gown, thin, white, long and unkempt
hair trailing down over his face and shoulders and a ragged, cobweb-encrusted beard
straggling to his waist was chained to the wall by his wrists. As the fairy floated
into the room he bared yellow teeth in welcome.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Hungry
again so soon, my daughter?" he wheezed sarcastically.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh no, father. I have feasted," giggled the fairy. The old man
bared his teeth in a snarl at her. Casually the fairy flew across the room and
released the old man's right wrist from its iron fetter. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
Change me back," she ordered in her little girl voice. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 If
you would eat.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Ignoring
her the old man stood shaking his hand vigorously as though to restore its circulation
. Then, twiddling his fingers experimentally, he asked lightly, "Back to what?"
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Myself," shrilled the fairy.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "As
you command, daughter,' the old man agreed contentedly and snapped his hand in
the air with a flick of his wrist.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 A ball
of white light surrounded the fairy, shimmering and pulsing. In moments it grew
taller and dropped to the floor, pulsed for a few moments more and then dissipated
like fog under the sun. Where it had been a woman stood bare-footed on the wet
flags of the chamber. She looked to be in her mid-twenties with an oval, harshly
beautiful face framed by a fall of straight jet-black hair that flowed to her waist
. She was naked with full, round breasts on a slim body with flawless skin that
seemed as white as snow against the shining black of her hair. Only a thick bush
of pubic hair as black as the night sky between her thighs broke the marble smoothness
of her body.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Clothe
me," she screeched in fury.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
old man paused for a moment, his eyes lingering on her body. Then he flicked his
wrist again negligently and she was clothed in pure white from neck to toe with
long flowing sleeves, a necklace of colourless diamonds that shimmered around her
neck like ice under the sun and a broad belt of silver and jet intermingled.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Thank you, father," she said icily. Smoothly she glided over the
floor to the old man and waited until he replaced his wrist into its iron clasp
. Then she snapped it closed and flicked down the lever that locked it.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Unhurriedly
she recrossed the chamber to the table on which the crystal globe shimmered, took
up the remains of a mouse-chewed loaf of dry, mouldy bread and returned to the
old man. Breaking mouth sized lumps of bread from the loaf she began feeding it
to him. When the loaf was finished she returned to the table again and took from
it a beautiful golden goblet chased with silver and inset with rubies and emeralds
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Turning
to face the old man she lifted the skirts of her dress to her waist and held the
goblet between her parted legs, her hips thrust towards him. A thin stream of
hot golden liquid fountained forward and down out of the bush of black hair between
her thighs to tinkle frothing into the cup. She half-filled it before the flow
died away and she caught the final drops in the goblet. Parting her legs even
further she wiped the rim of the goblet along the cleft between them to mop up the
last urine, then she crossed to the old man and held it to his lips.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
drank it greedily, smacking his lips with relish when she took the empty goblet
away. Moving as stately as any queen she glided back to the table with the cup
and replaced it there, returning to face the old man. There she fumbled for a moment
with the gown at his waist and then opened it, exposing his thighs and groin.
From a moth-eaten scattering of grey, lice-ridden hair a long, thin penis, blue-
veined and blotched brown with age, rose eagerly towards her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
have drunk the seed of a Son of Adam again,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} she told the old
man icily. And it was strong and copious. Already I feel some of my strength
returning. She reached out and took the long, eager penis in her hand. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}He is eager for me to drink more and soon I shall be powerful again,
with no more need for your feeble seed.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Maybe," the old man mused, his lips twitching into a knowing smile
. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 But that time is not yet, eh, my daughter?"\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 No, father," the White Witch replied coldly. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
It is not yet. But soon. Oh, let it be soon." With practised ease she twitched
her dress up her legs, lowered herself to her knees and took her father}\u8217\'92
{\lang2057 s penis in her mouth.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
3\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Nearly
two weeks passed before High King Peter and his elder sister High Queen Susan
were able to leave Cair Paravel for their brief break at the seaside.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
delay was in part because of the unexpected difficulty of finding five consecutive
days during which Narnia did not need all four of its sovereigns, or when such
ceremonies as there were could be completed with merely Queen Lucy and King Edmund
in attendance. In addition and although the expedition would be taking place purely
within the safer eastern part of Narnia, far from the mountains and forests of
the west where the goblins and trolls still lurked and where the White Witch was
thought to be hiding as she plotted her revenge, the Centaur Cambrick whom Peter
had appointed Marshall of Narnia's Army wanted to take a massive military presence
with them. Peter was not unhappy with the prospect as he took it as an opportunity
to look at how the army moved on a campaign but Susan was appalled at the thought
of travelling in the dust and clatter of a hundred Centaurs, several hundred talking
horses with an armed dwarf rider, a loosely-organised, enormous pack of blood-
thirsty talking dogs, a dozen keen but lame-brained giants and a squabbling mob
of griffins, unicorns, phoenix, sphinx and kraken who were all prepared to fight
to the death to defend her but in whom Peter had so far failed to instil any discipline
whatsoever.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Putting
her foot down with a firm hand she had been able to get their military escort reduced
to a reasonable size only to discover that another army of fawn clerks, dwarf and
talking beaver cooks, fairy seamstresses, talking squirrel and rabbit servants
and footmen, washer-frogs and talking pig construction workers had also been told
off to accompany them. Digging deeper, she had discovered that a substantial portion
of Cair Paravel's resources had already been switched to producing food, tents
and wagons for them all and that a small army of carpenters, builders, plumbers
and stone-masons had already been dispatched to prepare the site, wherever it was
, for the Royal arrival and three-day sojourn, with a constant stream of food, timber
, tools and material departing from Cair Paravel{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s gates just
to supply them. The latter she could do little about but without reference to
Peter she waded into the former and stripped their accompanying entourage to what
she considered the minimum.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So
it was with an escort far below what many Narnians considered appropriate for their
High King and Queen that Peter and Susan finally processed through Cair Paravel
's Great East Gate for a three day break at the sea-side. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Although
her brother was riding at the head of the procession Queen Susan preferred the
reasonable comfort of her carriage, in part because she knew that was what her subjects
expected of her and in part because it was more comfortable, and proper for a Queen
, than riding a horse. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Susan
was no tomboy, knew it and was happy about it. She would rather be a girl than
a boy any day. Being a queen was even better because people expect and want queens
to be ladylike, and it was even better in Narnia because there the talking animals
and mythical creatures who were her subjects had an even more refined idea of what
it was to be ladylike because their only experiences of Daughters of Eve were the
stories of Guenevere and the ladies rescued by the knights in the stories of King
Arthur they had found in the Book. In Narnia her subjects wanted to dress her
in silks and the most exquisite lace, ensured everywhere she might go was spotlessly
clean, didn't expect her to lift anything heavier than a knife and fork, and half
-expected her to swoon if she had to walk more than ten yards on her own two feet
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
down side was that they seemed to expect her to make every decision on the most
minute detail of the domestic arrangements in Cair Paravel. At their home in London
their mother had run the household with the help of just one maid and had been
starting to introduce Susan to the secrets of just how a woman did that when the
catastrophe of Dunkirk had brought the Germans to within bombing range of London
and the children had been evacuated to the countryside. Now armed with that briefest
and most inadequate introduction Susan was having to run a huge establishment she
suspected was bigger than Buckingham Palace. And without any help. Lucy and Edmund
of course were too young and Peter seemed totally unaware of the amount of work
she had to do, the running around she did and the decisions she had to take, and
instead went swanning off to play at soldiers with his silly Narnian Army.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Of
course it was all silly, she decided, waving a regal hand at a group of young talking
rabbits the size of four-year-old children jumping up and down excitedly and squeaking
'Hooray for Queen Susan,' at the tops of their little voices. She had no business
being a queen when she was just fourteen and still only half-way into becoming
a woman, and rabbits had no business at all talking. Narnia couldn't be real.
It had to be a dream. But if it was a dream it was one she couldn{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}t wake herself up from and even if it wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t real it was
still the nearest thing to reality she had, and seemed to be determined to carry
her along with it whether she would or no.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Other
possibilities skirted her mind, but she didn't like to think about them. The worst
was that she was lying dead in England and her soul or whatever had come to Narnia
as a sort-of but-not-quite Heaven. Sometimes she replayed her memories of what
had happened to bring them all into Narnia looking for a moment that might have
been an accident in which she had been knocked unconscious or killed and out of
which Narnia was born in her mind, but she could find none. Almost as bad was
the fear that she had suddenly gone mad and was fantasising a life her real life
couldn't penetrate, but it was hard to imagine that a dream or a mad fantasy could
be so persistent, consistent and, in an odd sort of way, logical. But then you
didn't know you were dreaming when you were dreaming, did you. You only knew it
had been a dream when you woke up. But perhaps she would never wake up. Perhaps
she couldn't because she was dead and in a coffin under the earth and her mother
and father were grieving... Or perhaps they were dead, too, if a bomb had hit their
London home before they all knew about it, and her memories of the whole evacuation
and the professor and the wardrobe and Narnia were just her brain not knowing it
was dead and inventing a life....\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
heard herself whimper and shook away the thoughts. Narnia seemed as real as England
ever had and she knew she had to cling to the belief that both were in some impossible
way real at the same time, and that one day they would find again the lamp-post
in the woods and the way back through the wardrobe where they would be once again
in an England as real as Narnia was now.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 What
kind of England would it be, though? All other things being equal it would by
now be the summer of 1941. Were the Germans occupying England? Was Hitler living
in Buckingham Palace? Was London just a heap of rubble with their mother and father
lying dead under it, or were they perhaps among great long columns of shabby refugees
shambling along a road somewhere owning nothing more than they could get in a suitcase
like all those Polish and Belgian and Dutch refugees she{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d
seen on the newsreels in London just before the evacuation? Were they frantic with
worry about the children they had sent off into the countryside all those months
earlier with no idea where they were going, and from whom they had heard nothing
since? Feeling tears forming in her eyes and a great wave of sadness building
in her chest she tried to banish those thoughts as well.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
most immediate and pressing problem, she told herself sternly, was what she was
going to do about Peter. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
was growing up. Her breasts had become quite big. Alone in her bedchamber she
often tested how big and they were now a little bigger than she could comfortably
cup in her hands. The hair between her legs had grown into quite a bush and somehow
the slit in her body between them had grown, too. Not exactly bigger, or deeper
, but sort of fuller with all those odd wrinkles and rolls of flesh in it somehow
softer and fatter. When she tried she could get quite a thick candle quite a long
way inside her body through the hole in the crack but if, as she believed, babies
were born through that hole and as the head of the baby she had once seen only
a day after its birth had been much bigger, bigger even than a cricket ball, she
clearly had a lot more growing up to do as her hole was a long way from being big
enough to get a cricket ball through it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 But
Peter was growing up, too. He was now sixteen and much taller than she was, and
looked strong and powerful. Even though he was perhaps being silly about the army
(for Susan knew his real fear was that the Germans would somehow find their way
through the wardrobe after them, as if a collection of Centaurs etc. armed with
swords and bows and arrows would stand a chance against Hitler's tanks and storm
troopers), she admitted to herself that he was rarely silly in himself any more
. He was quite comfortable and assured dealing with solemn and serious Centaurs
who were far older than he and talked like head-masters, and when he actually had
to make a decision at one of the many hearings of disputes between Narnia's subjects
rather than just accept the compromise she herself seemed so good at finding, he
was firm and unswayable even when she thought he was wrong.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
she was perfectly aware that her brother wanted to touch her up.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
'd learned about boys wanting to touch girls up in her last months at school in
England, although it had never happened to her. Not so she'd noticed, anyway.
Almost as soon as her breasts had started growing nearly two years before, when
they were no more than little puffy pads beneath her nipples and not much wider
than those soft pink rings around them, she had been aware of men and older boys
secretly, as they thought, studying her blouses or dress-tops as though trying
to see if the little bumps in the material were caused by tiny mounds of girl-flesh
beneath or just wrinkles or sags in the cloth. Slowly the mounds had grown, swelling
beneath her nipples and forcing them upwards like little mole-hills on her chest
, and the round shapes they made in her clothes became unmistakably her. Then she
had felt the gazes of men and boys on them, lingering on them and stroking them
, and she had felt a little proud of the effect she was having on them while at
the same time feeling a little shy that her body was betraying its growth, and a
little scared that she didn't understand why those tiny soft mounds should have
such a huge effect on boys far older than her, let alone grown men.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
had learned from girl-friends at school that boys and men wanted to do more than
just look at them in her clothes. They wanted to see them in the flesh, touch
them and even kiss them, and would sometimes do so whether the girl they belonged
to wanted them to or not. Some girls didn't mind, they said. If they liked a
boy they would let him put his hand up her blouse and fondle them, or even undo
her buttons so he could see them and kiss them. Two girls admitted to letting their
brothers do it, although both boys had been older than Peter had been at the time
. One girl said, rather angrily and bitterly, that her father just undid her blouse
, touched and kissed her breasts without asking if he could. He just did it as
if what she thought didn't matter.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 One
or two girls said that boys, and men, would go further if you{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}d let them. Put their hands down the front of your knickers and their fingers
in your hole. And would undo their trousers and show you, and ask you to touch,
their pricks which, it seemed to Susan, were some sort of extra finger boys had
where girls had their cracks.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Although
she had been aware that some men, like an uncle who visited them sometimes, liked
to touch her more than he had before although only harmlessly on the arm or around
the waist or stroke her hair, neither Peter nor her father had ever actually tried
to touch her breasts or between the legs, and certainly neither had ever shown
her their pricks, whatever they were.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
wanted to touch her now, though. She had seen him looking at the mounds her breasts
made in her clothes with his soul in his eyes, even though she knew he was trying
to hide it and had not let on she had seen it. She had seen his fingers twitch
when she had walked past him sometimes, as though he had nearly reached out to
pat her bottom or perhaps press it to her skirts between her legs and then fought
down the action at the last moment.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
problem was that she couldn't say for certain that she didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t want him to touch her. She liked Peter, and not just because he was her brother
for she could admit to herself that she didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t much like her
other, little, brother. Edmund was dishonest and spiteful, traits which had nearly
put them all within White Witch's hands when first they had arrived in Narnia,
and Susan was happier when he stayed out of her way. Peter, though, was honest,
truthful and reliable. More, he never bullied her the way some girls said their
older brothers bullied them and always gave time to her suggestions, and seriously
considered them. Indeed, Susan told herself sternly, if Peter was ignorant of
the work she did and trouble she had running Cair Paravel it was largely because
she did all she could to stop him finding out.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
even wanted to show him her new breasts. They were very tangible proof of how
much she had grown up and she was proud of them. As proud of Peter would have been
of a beard like their father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s had he been old enough to grow
one, which he still wasn't. She would have liked for him to admire them, except
that Peter surely knew as well as she did that girls who actually liked showing
their breasts to boys were sluts and she didn't want Peter thinking he had a slut
for a sister.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
if she did let him know she wouldn't mind his seeing, and perhaps touching, her
breasts he would surely want to see her, and touch her, between the legs as well
. Which had to be going far too far. She couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t allow that
, however much she might want to.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
royal progress with Susan in her coach was far out of Cair Paravel so it didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t matter if the High Queen sat slumped miserably on its padded upholstery
as there was no-one to see but the dumb birds in the trees, who cared as much for
kings and queens as their counterparts in England. The coach had no coachman or
footmen as it was being pulled by six beautiful greys who were just brute beasts
of burden controlled and guided by two talking horses which made any question of
them bolting or even acting up in the traces out of the question, for talking horses
seemed to be able to communicate with their dumb cousins as well as they could
with their king and queen. They had left quite early in the morning and Susan had
been told that the journey was likely to take until late afternoon, which meant
they were only going some thirty or so miles from Cair Paravel, but to Susan even
that short trip was a long time to be alone with her thoughts.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
For the truth was, she told herself miserably, she was a slut. She was proud of
her new breasts and had enjoyed catching boys and men looking at them in England
. She liked touching herself between her legs and poking her finger, and other
things, up her hole. She had even invited her little sister to do it to her before
they had left London. There had been older boys at their school in England, handsome
and confident, she would have allowed to touch her up had they shown any interest
in her, which they hadn't. She would probably even have let Peter touch her up
then had he wanted to, but he had probably been too young to want to. Now he wasn
't and did, but she too was older and wiser. What might have been thought only
naughtiness in a twelve-year-old, curious child giving in to an older, much loved
older brother, could only be bad, sluttish behaviour in a fourteen-year-old girl
who wasn't making too bad a job of being a Queen. So the problems were whether
her brother, however much he might want to, would actually go so far as to make
any move to touch her up, and how she was to stop him if he did. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 To
Queen Susan's inexpressible relief the journey to their destination did not take
as long as foretold and it was only mid-afternoon when she stiffly climbed out
of her carriage into a welcome fresh salt-laden breeze. The sight awaiting her
went a long way to lifting a heavy heart, for she had determined she had to refuse
any advances towards naughtiness her elder brother might make towards her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
coastline they had been following for a while had consisted of rugged, windswept
cliffs not unlike the White Cliffs of Dover, although of grey rock rather than
chalk. However where they had stopped two pieces of the cliff swept outwards and
around like arms to enclose a small, almost perfectly circular bay. Where the
seaward arms of cliff nearly touched was a small, rock-strewn gap where breakers
from the wide sea beyond dashed themselves to oblivion in clouds of white spray
leaving the surface of the bay itself like a mill-pond except for little ripples
lifted by the breeze which lapped gently against a wide beach of pure golden sand
. The water of the bay was blue-green and clear under a blue, cloud-dappled summer
sky and the beach was backed by cliffs which sloped down to no more than about
twenty-feet high at its innermost part, where a sparkling stream of fresh water
cascaded over it into a deep pool from which the stream continued down the beach
into the bay. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 To
each side of the pool on the beach stood a small pavilion bright with flags and
streamers, one in blue for Peter and one in pink for her. Two graceful flights
of wooden steps in bone-white wood, one for each pavilion, swept up from the beach
to the cliff-top where two very much larger versions of the beach pavilions faced
each other across the stream with a brand-new wooden footbridge crossing it to
link them should Narnia{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s High King and High Queen wish to communicate
. A good long bowshot inland, where the salt-laden winds had lost their sting,
a thick wood began and along its edge stood a neat town of canvas for the King and
Queen's entourage, into which it was already dispersing and among which the smoke
of stoves and cooking fires was rising and mingling. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
on his white horse Mercy trotted up with Cambrick, his Centaur bodyguard Dethenor
and an honour guard of bright-mailed, axe-toting dwarves bouncing uncomfortably
on the backs of talking horses at his heels.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "What
about this, then?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he asked her with enthusiasm.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "It
's beautiful," Susan agreed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Since
proposing the seaside trip to her Peter had been noticeably happier, which Susan
put down both to the trip itself and to the fairy Peaseblossom who after that first
occasion when Susan had taken her to Peter to measure up for the new tunic the
fairy had persuaded Susan he needed, had by all accounts spent quite a lot of time
in Peter's company. Once she had caught them together, Peter unaccountably red
-faced and the little fairy giggling like the six-year-old she looked like, but
all the fairies were like that - forever gossiping, playing little harmless practical
jokes and just giggling at nothing at all. The night before their departure it
had been a shyly smiling Peaseblossom who had handed Susan a swimming costume it
had never occurred to the queen she might need, as she had never been one for swimming
in the sea. Particularly when she didn't know what else might be in it with her
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Race
you into the water,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Peter challenged from Mercy's back.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
, not so soon," Susan replied quickly. Her immediate need was for a lavatory and
she hoped the explicit instructions for the provision of latrines for herself and
Peter had been obeyed. Occasionally she thought she'd happily give up half her
kingdom for a flushing loo and a roll of paper.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 A look
of disappointment and chagrin Susan didn't miss crossed Peter's face to be gone
in a moment as he smiled fondly at her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh well. Whenever," he said. "But I'm going in." He trotted off
looking cheerful but Susan knew her refusal to join him for a swim had disappointed
him deeply. The trip, of course, had been his idea and he would be keenly wanting
her to enjoy it. He might also be hoping to be able to forget being High King
of Narnia for a little time by reliving those happy times in England when the children
with their parents had left the seriousness of their London home for the colour
and chaos of a few hours at the seaside.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Followed
by a small entourage of her own, which included her own personal Centaur bodyguard
Belrath, her fawn secretary Hennin, her owl Maid of Honour Pel, her dresser Edor
and a dozen maids and servants, she crossed to the big pink Pavilion by the stream
intended for her. There she ordered them all away except Belrath, telling them
that when she was on holiday she would do everything for herself. Reluctantly
and grumbling they went. She would have liked to have sent Belrath away, too, but
he had sworn to defend her life with his own and never left her side. It had taken
a point-blank, direct order from High Queen Susan to get him to remain outside
her bedchamber and dressing room whenever she was in them, when he would pointedly
clump up and down just the other side of the door until she ordered him to be quiet
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Belrath? Here," she told the huge man-horse severely, indicating
that he was to stand guard outside the Pavilion rather than at her shoulder within
it. He scowled at her from his handsome man's face a yard above her but then inclined
his head in reluctant obedience.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 As my Queen wishes," he grumbled.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
do," Susan told him. Having something as mighty as a Centaur willing to die for
you was heart-stirringly impressive, she thought, but it could also be an oil-fired
nuisance a lot of the time.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
swept through the dust-defeating double drapes at the entrance to her pavilion
and shooed out the two talking-rabbit maids and solemn talking-badger butler she
found waiting her pleasure inside. To her relief a latrine had been provided in
a discrete annex, complete with seat, rags, stones and water-bowl. She used it
, briefly explored the bedchamber, dressing room, withdrawing room and reception
room also contained within the pavilion, changed out of her travelling clothes
into something lighter and then emerged into the sunlight again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
was in the sea, swimming and playing in the water like a seal for he had always
loved it. Denethor was watching him from the top of the steps leading down to
the beach. As the steps would have been difficult but not impossible for the Centaur
to negotiate this meant that Peter had ordered him to stay there, for the man-horse
would otherwise have been at the very edge of the water near his King if not actually
in it. Fully understanding her brother's thinking Susan turned to Belrath.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
want you to stay here," she told him firmly. "The beach is off-limits to everyone
except the king and me." To be free of the constant presence of armed centaurs,
fawning fawns and servile servants would be the best thing about their brief holiday
. "And I mean everyone," she added severely. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "As
my Queen wishes," Belrath sulked. It had taken Susan several weeks to find the
courage to test whether or not her title of Queen had real clout in Narnia but
having discovered that it did and that what she said went, it had quickly become
second nature.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
descended the staircase serving her side of the beach and stepped out onto the
sand. The only footsteps visible on it were Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s, which
mean that all the marks left by the teams who had erected the tents on the beach
as well as the talking-beaver carpenters who had built the staircases had been
carefully smoothed over. In her pink tent, which was the size of a fair-sized room
in their London home, was a day-bed, a table and four chairs, a desk and a side
-board bearing dishes of fruit, honey-sweets and Narnia toffee and flasks of juices
and wine in coolers packed with ice regularly brought in large blocks to Cair Paravel
from high in the Western mountains.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 In
far more luxury than she had previously enjoyed at the seaside she undressed and
put on the swimming costume Peaseblossom had made for her. It was made of fine
wool in virgin white and fitted beautifully as did everything the fairy seamstresses
made. Peaseblossom had made a number of her dresses and so would have had Susan
's vital statistics in her memory, although Susan did briefly wonder where she could
have found a pattern for so modern an item of apparel as a swimming costume. It
was a one-piece with a decorously high neck, although it did hug her breasts rather
revealingly. It fitted snugly around her bottom and thighs, too, but for her modesty
a short, frilly skirt had been added to hang from her hips half-way to her knees
. Susan had no illusions that it would do anything other than make her brother'
s eyes pop out but well, she thought, the sooner he tried to feel her up if he was
going to, the sooner she could let him know she wasn't going to let him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Snatching
up a thick woollen towel - another innovation she had introduced to Narnia - she
let herself out of the tent and walked down the beach to the sea. The sand was
warm to her feet and the sun was warm on her skin, and she could feel her brother
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s gaze hot on her body in the tight embrace of the costume
as she reached the edge of the water although he was smiling and trying to look
innocent.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Come
on in. The water's lovely," he called.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
waded a little way in, and had to agree it was. It was so clear that even when
knee deep she could see her feet disturbing the frilly patterns of the sand, and
deliciously cool without the breath-taking chill of the English Channel even in
August. She walked in until she was waist-deep in the water and then stopped,
the little skirt of her costume floating around her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Pretty costume, sis." Peter observed, swimming lazily on his back
a few yards deeper in. "Did Peaseblossom make it for you?"\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Yes
. She make yours?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
her brother floating on his back Susan could see his costume, a pair of short-legged
trews patterned with rich blues, greens and oranges. With no chemical industry
to supply artificial dyes Narnia was limited to natural colourings like woad and
cochineal and even these were hard to obtain and difficult to use, as Susan was
only too well aware. The only colour in her costume was a ribbon in the same blue
as was in Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s costume sewn into the hem of the little skirt
. For his whole costume to be woven of threads dyed those colours was an extravagant
use of a rare resource which she guessed Peter was wholly oblivious to. The fairy
Peaseblossom clearly had a lot of time for her King, Susan decided.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Like
her own, her brother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s costume was tight-fitting and as he
paddled lazily past on his back she could see within it something forming a lump
in the material where she had nothing but a crack. What did boys have there, she
wondered?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
suddenly ducked beneath the surface, his legs waving in the air for a moment before
following his trunk. Then his head surfaced and he stood arm-pit deep in the sea
, water streaming out of his light hair.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 'When
I told her about swimming costumes she thought it was hilarious," he told her. "
She couldn't understand why we should want to wear anything in the water.{\lang5129
\u8220\'93} For all the jocularity in his voice Susan heard an underlying tension
and nervousness. "Dare you to take yours off,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he challenged
, and then bobbed beneath the water.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 There
was no obvious reason not to, she thought, for there was no-one to see except her
own brother and the two Centaurs far away on the cliff top. But it was her own
brother, who shouldn't have the slightest interest in seeing his sister naked,
who wanted to and that was why, therefore, she shouldn't.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
shot upwards out of the water in an explosion of spray that sent waves slapping
against her stomach, waving his costume above his head triumphantly. He steadied
himself on his feet for a moment watching her, and then when it became clear she
wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t going to take her own costume off, and just as she opened
her mouth to tell him why, he flung the wet costume away from him and duck-dived
beneath the surface again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Susan
saw him coming, a white torpedo beneath the surface, but hindered by the water
could do nothing about it. He took her in a slow-motion rugby-tackle around the
thighs and pulled her underwater with him. His hands slipped up her body to her
breasts, cupping and squeezing them, while his face pressed into her thighs, his
nose burrowing between them and pressing against her crack through the thin material
. For a moment she surrendered to it, thrilled by the firm press of his hands against
her breasts and excited by the feel of his nose on her fanny. Then in a rush of
shame she twisted away, her hands dragging his off her breasts and her legs kicking
out. Unintentionally a flailing leg caught her brother on the chest and thrust
him away. Shocked, furious, spluttering and tingling all over she fought her way
to the surface and stood hip deep in the water shaking hair and water out of her
eyes. Peter surfaced coughing two yards away. He was waist deep and just beneath
the surface through the tangled reflections of the disturbed water Susan could
see a rod of flesh with a strange bulging, red head far bigger than she would have
imagined projecting out of a patch of gingery curls like her own.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Peter you mustn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t. You're my brother,}\u8221
\'94{\lang2057 she hissed angrily when she}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 d caught her breath
. "And I'm not like that, anyway. I don't want you or any boy touching me up.}
\u8221\'94{\lang2057 #\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Sue, I....." His head was hanging and he was blushing furiously. "
I'm sorry. I couldn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t help it. I..." He looked up at her
, his eyes went wide and his voice dried up. Looking down at herself Susan saw
that the water had turned her costume almost transparent and it clung to her body
like nothing more than a milky wash through which the round mounds of her breasts
and the rose pink circles of her nipples were clearly visible. Hastily she turned
away, forged through the water to the beach and grabbed the towel. Wrapping it
around her she marched away up the beach without looking back.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 In
her little tent she ripped the traitorous swimming costume off her body angrily.
It was possible the fairy Peaseblossom hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t realised what
would happen when the material became wet, but it was also possible that she had
known very well. Practical jokes like that were very much part of the fairy mentality
, she knew, and she was angry at herself for falling for it although she would previously
never have believed any fairy was spunky enough to play a practical joke on her
High Queen. It was even possible that the whole thing had been an idea of Peter
's, conspiring with the fairy to get a good look at Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s
breasts. That thought made her angry as well.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
had known she would be teasing Peter, wearing the costume in front of him. Her
hope had been that he might make some comment, or perhaps some tentative, cautious
move towards touching her breasts or between the legs which would enable her to
gently stop him dead and let him know she was out of bounds to him. Instead he
had taken her by surprise and had forced her to be far more brutal than she had
intended, and that made her angry at him and also herself for losing control of
the situation.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
was angry, too, that when her brother had taken her breasts into his hands they
had seemed to leap into them. Indeed, her whole body still tingled at his remembered
touch while when he had nosed between her thighs she had wanted to open her legs
to him and press his face to her fanny. She was a slut, a trollop who had better
give herself a severe talking to without delay.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Towelling
the worst of the salt from her body she donned a dressing gown and then cautiously
peeked out of a crack in the drapes closing the entrance to her tent. Peter, his
swimming costume on again, was coming up the beach from the sea, looking as if
he was carrying a huge weight on his shoulders. He didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t so
much as glance towards his sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s tent until he had passed
out of her sight. She heard him splash about in the pool beneath the waterfall
, washing the salt from his body, and then quiet. Troubled, and with her body still
tingling with the memory of his hands on her breasts, she sat down at the table
to order her thoughts.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Sue
?" Her brother called from outside her tent, his voice contrite and full of appeal
. "Can I talk to you."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 They
needed to talk, she knew.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Yes
. Come in. But behave."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Nodding
he came in and perched rather uncomfortably on the edge of her daybed. His hair
was slicked and still wet and he was, like her, wearing a dressing-gown tied at
the waist with a cord.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Do
you know how babies are made?" he asked apologetically.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
accepted that he did not know. After all, she wasn't too sure herself and the
making of babies was surely more a woman's thing than a man's.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Just before we were evacuated," she said quietly and a little sadly
. "Mother had a long talk with me. She warned me that things were about to start
happening to my body, and she was worried that she might not be around to talk
to me about it.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "She
told me that I had a womb." Oddly, Susan felt shy telling this to her brother
although he surely had to know that much about his sister. After all, that was
why she was his sister and not his brother. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}When I'm married
my husband will put his seed in my womb and a baby will grow there. It's like
a kind of cot, where the baby will sleep and grow 'til it's ready to be born. Mother
said that when I'm old enough to have babies my womb will make a new cot every
month, and get rid of the old one. While it is doing that I might have tummy-aches
, and will bleed a little bit."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
shrugged and, avoiding his eyes, answered the questions he had not asked but which
were hanging in the air between them. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Between my legs. And
yes, I have started the tummy-aches and bleeding. So I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}m old
enough to have babies now."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
mother had told her a little more, about how boys and men would want to put their
seed in her even if they weren't married to her. And that she might even at times
think it would be nice it they did, if she liked them very much. But while thinking
about it was natural only bad girls actually went ahead and did it while good girls
waited until they were properly married. Susan was very well aware that her mother
thought her to be a good girl, and certainly expected her to be one. She told
none of this to her brother, though. That she was a good girl went without saying
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
had been staring between his feet at the carpet on top of the sand. When Susan
had been quiet for a little and had clearly finished he gave a grimace and then
began talking quietly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I'
m old enough to make baby-seed," he said. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}I was when we still
in London. When I went to the Ceremony of the Dryads' Rebirth I had to squirt
some of my baby-seed into the Queen of the Dryads. Like I was her husband, I suppose
."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
gave a small shrug. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}So I did," he went on, still not looking
at her. "Squirting my baby-seed into her was the most fantastic thing I've ever
felt." Then he raised his eyes and looked straight into her amazed ones. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}The Queen of the Dryads looked like you. She said she'd taken your form
to honour you. She certainly had your face. So when I squirted my seed into her
it was like I was squirting it into you."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Susan
realised she was gaping and shut her mouth. Her brother had done THAT?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
dropped his eyes from hers and sighed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Her face looked like yours but I didn't know.... you know..... if
the rest of her did. From what I saw in the sea," he gave her a wry grin, "She
did. But... I put my..... prick..... right inside her. Between her legs.
Like she had a mouth or something there. I didn't..... don't.... know... Sue,
have you got a mouth there? I mean, I feel so stupid. Not knowing something like
that. I'm supposed to be High King..... but I don't know....." His voice tailed
off sheepishly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
big brother's embarrassment, frustration and shyness was so obviously honest that
Susan knew it was not all some complicated ruse to explain away his desire to touch
her up. Had they still been in England Peter, who she recognised was a nice boy
as well as quite handsome, would probably have no trouble finding a girl at their
school who would let him explore her body between the legs. Here in Narnia he
only had his sisters and while eleven-year-old Lucy was quite able to show him what
he wanted to know, and would probably have been perfectly willing to let her adored
elder brother look had he asked, Susan would not have been at all pleased had
he done so. As he could so easily have done, she realised. Except that being Peter
he hadn't.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 If I show you," she said slowly. "You must promise not to try to
touch."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
saw him swallow nervously as he nodded his promise.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
her heart suddenly beating hard and her breath shallow in her chest she fumbled
at the knot on the cord holding her gown closed. She was about to deliberately
expose herself to her brother and she felt at one and the same time nervous, embarrassed
, ashamed and excited.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
knot came undone and she opened the gown to his eyes. She felt his gaze travel
slowly from her neck, linger on her breasts then drop to her thighs and focus on
the triangle of tawny curls there.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "She
didn't have hair down there," he breathed in awe. {\lang5129\u8216\'91}And those
.... tips.. on her...." He waved his hand loosely in the vicinity of his heart.
{\lang5129\u8220\'93}Were much bigger. And darker.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "They
're called nipples. On my breasts," Susan said in a voice which was surprisingly
steady considering the turmoil in her stomach. "She wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t
very good imitation, then."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh Susan, you're beautiful," he almost choked. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
Do you..... have a mouth.....?"\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
had been sitting with her legs modestly together with only the hair between her
thighs visible. With a shuddering breath she hoped Peter hadn't seen she stiffened
her spine, summoned her courage and leaned back, spreading her legs to her brother
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s eyes. She heard his breath lock in his throat. With a hand
that shook slightly she used two fingers to open up her crack and reveal the hole
into her body. Then, realising that all he would be able to see were folds of
moist, pink flesh, she slid a finger deep into her fanny to illustrate where it
was.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 It}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s not really a mouth," she said, a slight
waver in her voice. "Just a sort of tunnel that leads to my womb. I can't open
and close it or anything." Her finger in her fanny, her memory of her brother'
s nose pressing against it through the thin material of her swimming costume and
the knowledge that he was staring right at it from a range of about ten feet were
sending tingles of excitement up and down her spine far stronger than anything
she had ever woken playing with herself with finger or candle. Were her brother
to suddenly stand up, open his gown and approach her with that strange rod of flesh
in his hand, she knew she would not be able to move. Even the thought made the
tingling in her spine intensify almost unbearably. If he stepped between her legs
she would open them wider for him, and hold her fanny open for him with her fingers
as he put his - prick - to it and pushed it into her. And then.....\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
snatched her fingers away and closed her legs sharply, squeezing her thighs together
as a great hot gush suddenly rushed down the passage from the womb to her fanny
, leaving her shuddering and panting.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Are
you all right?" Peter asked with concern in his voice. He had not approached her
and tried to put his prick in her because he had agreed not to touch her. Shamed
and embarrassed by what was happening to her, and her lack of control over it,
she glowered at him and closed her gown like the curtain at the end of a play in
a theatre. Her brother nodded sadly, as though he understood.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Thank
you, Sue. I suppose it isn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t easy for a girl to show herself
like that." He paused for a long moment, not looked at her and so not seeing her
confusion. For although it had not been easy for her to bring herself to expose
herself to her brother, actually doing so had been thrilling. Slut. Trollop,
she snarled at herself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Would
you like to see me?" Peter asked nervously. "That is, I know you wouldn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t like to, but maybe you ought to..... So's you know.... about boys
.... what they have. I can make my seed come. I mean... being a girl.... maybe
you ought to know.... what it's like. Like Latin. And algebra. They're horrid
to learn. But you{\lang5129\u8217\'92}re better for knowing them."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
did want to see what he was like, for the glimpse she'd had of what he had between
his legs beneath the waves had been fascinating. And if she was going to have
babies, she ought to know what a man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s baby-seed looked like
, surely? After all, she was going to have it squirted inside her. Knowing these
things was all part of growing up.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Well
, all right," she said as though reluctant. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}But I'm not going
to touch you and you're not to touch me. Agreed?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Agreed," he said with a firm if disappointed nod. After a slight
hesitation on his part he opened his robe.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
rod of flesh Susan had seen beneath the water reared out of her brother's thighs
. Blushing slightly he took it in his hand and to her amazement gently rolled a
sheath of skin back to expose a red, bulging head. It pulsed in his hand.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Just
before the battle against the White Witch's army the great golden lion Aslan, Narnia
's guardian, had given High King Peter a sword which Peter had held up triumphantly
. It should have looked silly to Susan, her fifteen-year-old brother waving a sword
above his head, but it hadn't. The battle they were facing was as real as anything
else in Narnia and the sword was real, with edges sharp enough to kill. In Peter
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hands it could, and had, taken life and saved his own. Susan
had seen it bloodied after the battle, during which he had fought and killed the
wolf Maugrim, the chief of the White Witch's secret police.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
's prick in his hand should have looked ugly and silly to his sister, but it didn
't. Like the sword it was beautiful with a hard purpose which could not be refuted
or denied. The sword hadn't been pretend or a toy. In a sense that closed a fist
around Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s heart her brother's prick was Peter himself.
His purpose. To create and pass on life rather than, like the sword, take it.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Once
, in secret, she had picked up the sword and drawn it from its sheath, remembering
it bloodied with death. She had felt its weight and balance, imagined what its
razor-keen edges could do to her flesh if Peter swung it against her, and shivered
with a thrill at the power it had. A frightening power which just for that moment
was in her hands.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
shivered with the same thrill at the sight of her brother's prick, at the power
it held to give life, and imagined it in her hands. At that power submitting to
her hands, quivering and throbbing against her fingers. She wanted to hold it,
stroke it like one would a half-wild tiger. She could see from the expression in
her brother's face that his hand caressing his prick was deeply pleasant for she
had felt her own face melt and gaze loose focus when her finger toying in her crack
had set the tingles running up and down her spine. Another hot gush cascaded down
her tunnel at the thought and she knew she had become wet between the thighs as
though she had wee{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d slightly. Slut. Trollop. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "The
bag under it contains my balls,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Peter explained rather breathlessly
. "It's where the seed is made. They're making it all the time, so it just builds
up in me until I can get rid of it. So I have to do this quite often. As the
seed builds up I get randy, and when I get rid of it I feel normal again, for a
time."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Susan
had never heard the word 'randy' before, but she immediately understood what her
brother meant by it. She was feeling randy herself. Slut. Trollop. Strumpet
. Words she had heard her mother use as though she had a bad taste in her mouth
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
, here it comes," her brother gasped. Rather awkwardly he bent forward and pointed
his prick with one hand into the cupped palm of the other. His face twisted and
then with a series of shudders that rocked his whole body four gouts of pale white
fluid spurted from the little slit at the end of his prick into his hand. After
a fifth weaker one he gave a sigh of relief and straightened up rather tiredly.
He gave his sister an uncertain smile. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}When it comes.....
It feels.... I can't describe it. Terrific. I feel that I could do anything.
Only I haven{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t the strength to do anything." Susan knew he
was talking to cover his embarrassment. She also knew the blood had drained from
her face and that the robe she was sitting on had a damp patch under her bottom
her brother fortunately couldn't see. As long as she didn't get up. Slut.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
offered her the hand with his seed pooled in his palm. It looked like what you'
d find in your handkerchief after a good blow if you had a cold. Susan felt her
lip curl with distaste and saw Peter see it. He withdrew his hand quickly.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "No
. Not very nice is it," he said apologetically. Then he shrugged. {\lang5129\u8220
\'93}But that's how you and I both started out,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he observed
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Their
father had squirted some of that goo into their mother, and out of it she had grown
. And Peter. And Edmund and Lucy. She made a face at her brother.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I'
m sorry,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he said apologetically, and turned away. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Look, thanks for.... I know now. It was very big of you. I won{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t try to touch you again. And I"ll try never to forget that you're just
my sister. I'll.... Well, I guess I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d better just go. See
you in the morning."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
hadn't realised dusk had fallen until Peter ducked out of the tent, revealing the
evening sky beyond. Unable to move she heard his feet on the sand, a swirl of
water as he washed his hand in the pool and then a silence descend, broken only
by the splash of the waterfall.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Slowly
she raised a hand and cupped one of her breasts beneath her robe. It felt warm
and heavy, ripe with promise. There was more to being a woman than growing breasts
, she realised. She{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d seen what the sight of her naked body
had done to her brother. She had felt what the sight of his rearing prick had
done to her. This was what her mother had warned her about. At the time she had
thought it was just a case of saying no to a boy who'd made a naughty suggestion
. Now she knew she had a fight on her hands. A fight with herself. Slut. Trollop
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Wearily
she lifted herself off the edge of the chair and examined the damp patch on her
robe. It was nowhere near as big as she had expected but it was very real, and
very wet. Carefully she washed the salt from her body and the stickiness from
between her thighs. Then she dressed and climbed the staircase slowly to her pavilion
looking for something light to eat and her bed, relieved that Peter was nowhere
to be seen.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
came awake not knowing how long she had been asleep, although it had clearly been
some while as it had still been only dusk when she had retired to her bed and now
the moon was high, the first full moon since Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s visit
to the Dryads for their Spring Dance. Its light was strong enough to penetrate
the thick oiled weave of the woollen outer tent and the finer inner one woven from
some plant fibre and to throw slight shadows under the furniture of her bed chamber
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
she heard the song. It had been there all the time but as her senses assembled
themselves from sleep it took her some time to separate it from the moonglazed
air itself. The voice was like a saw played with a violin bow she had once heard
played by a busker in a London street, far higher than any human voice was capable
of but far purer than the sharp-toothed harmonics of the saw. The song was like
moonlight playing on the surface of a quiet sea, a smooth undulation underlain
by a play of sparkling cross-rhythms and intricate textures. The words were distinct
and in no language Susan had ever heard before, soft and sibilant like gentle waves
breaking on a beach of soft sun-warmed sand.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
drew her from the bed and to the foyer of the pavilion where she slipped through
the hangings to stand before it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
world outside was unreal beneath the moon. The bay was a pool of liquid moonlight
edged by a silver beach within a ring of black shadow cast by the cliffs. Just
within the water edging the beach directly beneath Susan a mermaid was swimming
lazily on her back, combing her hair and singing.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Belrath
," Susan hissed at her Centaur who was standing in his accustomed position just
outside whatever door she happened to be behind at the time, his bow with arrow
nocked as usual in his hands. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Do you see that?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 There
was no response. Startled, Susan stared at the huge man-horse who had never before
ignored his Queen. He was standing like a moon-silvered statue gazing out to sea
giving not the slightest sign that he was aware of her existence at his side.
Neither the chest of the man nor the horse part of him moved to even indicate he
was breathing. He had been entranced, Susan realised, presumably by the song of
the mermaid. Mermaids could do that to males, she seemed to remember reading in
a fairy story somewhere. Glancing across to Aldur standing guard outside King
Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s tent, she saw he was similarly transfixed. Looking
around her she could see nothing moving at all.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
song of the mermaid streamed past her as the creature swam lazy figures of eight
just a few yards off the beach. Susan had never heard of mermaids being included
among her subjects and she was not at all sure if Narnia extended any distance
out to sea. Somehow, though, she knew the creature was waiting for her and for
all the devastating effect it had on the Centaurs its song seemed nothing more than
an exquisite melody to Susan. She certainly sensed no threat or danger from it
or in it. Slowly she descended her staircase to the beach and crossed the sand
towards the creature.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 From
the navel up it was all woman, an exquisitely beautiful young woman with full breasts
, an angelic face and hair to her waist that shone like silver in the moonlight.
Below her hips began the fish tail most of which was below the surface supporting
her torso above it, but the few rows of scales Susan could see, wetted by the water
lapping at them, glittered like a wide belt of huge rainbow diamonds.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
was singing, her mouth open and lovely lips shaping the sounds, with the song no
louder to Susan at the edge of the sea than it had been on the top of the cliff
. Her eyes, bright as tears in the moonlight, were fixed on Susan and she raised
both hands to greet her, and beckon to her as a girl might reach out to a long-
lost sister. A wide-eyed, rational part of Susan's mind warned her that it might
not be a good idea but the caution had no effect on the rest of it as she slipped
out of her nightgown at the edge of the sea and waded naked into it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
mermaid retreated as Susan advanced, beckoning her deeper. Beyond the mermaid
Susan saw the moon-crystalled surface of the bay shatter as a dolphin broke through
it to leap high into the air shedding droplets like pearls and then cleave nose
-first into the sea soundlessly and with barely a splash. Again and again it arched
out of the water as though revelling in the effortless power of its lithe body,
each time drawing closer to Susan and the mermaid.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
water had reached Susan's arm-pits when the dolphin{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s head
gently broke the surface next to the mermaid and its shining bottle nose affectionately
rubbed her flank and nuzzled beneath a breast. With her eyes still on Susan's
and the song tumbling unbroken from her lips the mermaid stroked the dolphin{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s head with a gentle hand. In a swirl of moon-burning water the dolphin
submerged and moments later Susan felt a round beak nudge her warningly behind
the knees. Puzzled Susan braced herself and with an explosion of power the dolphin
surged between her legs, parting them, at the same time rising between them until
she was lifted from the sand, sitting on the dolphin's back with her calves hard
against its flippers.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Strength
undulated through his body as he accelerated, the water foaming around Susan's
waist forcing her to tighten her legs on his sides to prevent herself being swept
off his back. That the dolphin was male she knew without really knowing how.
Its greeting of the mermaid had certainly been the intimate sexual caress of a lover
and there was a power coursing through its body which seemed to her to be pure
maleness, but in truth she accepted that she knew without knowing how just as she
accepted what was happening to her with a calm serenity, untroubled by the one
small, rational part of her mind which was yelling in alarm as the dolphin bore
her at exhilarating speed far out of her depth into the centre of the bay.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Water
tore at her, creaming ever faster and harder over her hips and waist as the dolphin
accelerated with hard sweeps of his tail behind her. When the grip of her knees
on his sides began to slip the dolphin rose in the sea until his back was almost
clear of it, and still he accelerated until plumes of water were arching away from
either side of Susan's knees like the bow-wave of a speedboat and her heart was
singing with exhilaration. Playfully the dolphin dipped his head and a sudden
small wave surged across his back to slap the insides of Susan's thighs and, tunnelled
by them, surge foaming through the tiny gap between the dolphin's back and her
fanny. Water at speed combed through her crack, tugging at the folds and little
fingers of flesh she had there and playfully licking at the entrance to her hole
, sending shivers of delight through her. The dolphin porpoised gently again and
again at speed, sending little waves one after another boiling against the hair
between her legs to be sucked away beneath her body, toying with her crack and
its wrinkled contents and swirling tantalisingly at the entrance to her hole on
its way. Susan wilted as the delightful sensations tingled up her spine and melted
in her arms and legs. Lying back along the dolphin{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s spine
with its dorsal fin between her shoulder-blades she presented her crack more upright
to the teasing waves, letting them slap and squeeze the tingling flesh there and
press probing fingers of water right inside her hole.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Abruptly
and disappointingly the dolphin slowed and arrowed downwards. To avoid going down
with him she released the hold of her knees and slid from his back, the tip of
his dorsal fin fleetingly kissing her singing crack. Water surged to her neck and
she knew she was at the centre of bay way out of her depth with the shore much
further away than she could possibly swim. The small rational part of her brain
screamed with panic, but even as it did so the slim arms of the mermaid slipped
beneath her shoulders and she felt herself born up again with the back of her head
supported out of the water on the soft cushion of the mermaid{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s breasts.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
mermaid was still crooning and her hands cupped and began caressing Susan's breasts
, her long fingers toying with her nipples. Little sparkles like moonlight on the
wavelets of the bay tingled from them into the growing sweet turmoil of her body
. The mermaid began drawing her backwards, her stomach warm and smooth against
Susan's back and the hard glassy platelets of the scales on her tail caressing Susan
's bottom. With the motion Susan's body was drawn to the surface and she floated
easily watching the waves ripple along the sides of her stomach and thighs, occasionally
breaking across them as she bobbed, to swirl in the tuft of hair on her pubis rising
above the water like a desert island.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
the dolphin was there, nuzzling her legs open and working its way between them.
Its blunt bottle nose investigated her crack, pressing it, and a warm soft tongue
lapped at it, waking more tingles to join with those pouring from her nipples as
the mermaid's fingers teased them. Drowning in a sea of delight on her watery
bed Susan spread her legs wider for the dolphin, arched her back to press her breasts
harder into the mermaid's hands, and moaned.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
mermaid moved, twisting her body around Susan's, and her lips came down on the
Queen's for a kiss. Aware but untroubled by the fact she was being kissed by a
girl in a way she would never have allowed a boy to kiss her, Susan parted her lips
and met the mermaid's tongue with her own. Then the mermaid breathed into her,
a strong draft of air as thick as water which filled Susan's lungs and overflowed
into her blood where it coursed hotly through her veins. Lingeringly the mermaid
ended the kiss, leaving Susan quivering and wondering, and then with a flip of
her tail she flashed out from under her. Yet even as Susan became aware of the
watery depths beneath her the dolphin surged forward, his body sliding up her stomach
and breasts, forcing her beneath the surface.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
bore her down, spread-eagled against his body. In a panic Susan tried to twist
away but the dolphin met it and held her trapped against him. She had to breath
, breathed and realised she was breathing beneath the surface, her lungs contentedly
recycling the breath the mermaid had given her. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
dolphin's body coiled with power against hers. His flippers were in her hands
like the handlebars of a pushbike and she was gripping either flank of the dolphin
with her knees just as she had when she had ridden his back, but this time beneath
him. The dolphin rippled against her again, driving them both forward through
the water, and the rounded end of something nudged against her crack, which was
wide open to it. Hugging the dolphin's body closer to hers, Susan knew what was
happening.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Far
above them, beyond the dark curving flanks of the dolphin's body, the surface of
the bay glittered under the moonlight like a minutely shattered mirror beneath
a thousand flashing lights. Beneath Susan and the dolphin the white sand bed of
the bay rippled with the constant motion of a thousand shadows while the void in
which the girl and dolphin floated was pierced by a myriad of fleeting spears of
vertical light. It was a beautiful sight but Susan, her lungs filling and emptying
regularly with the mermaid{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s breath, closed her eyes, braced
herself against the dolphin's body and prepared for his penis to penetrate her.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
pressed against the entrance to her hole and her flesh, not big enough for it, resisted
. The dolphin curled its body easily and Susan felt something give way in her crack
as the Dolphin's prick casually split her open. Pain lanced through her body but
her mind, numbed by the mermaid{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s song, noted but didn't feel
it. She did feel the dolphin's prick slide into her hole and she stretched her
own body to welcome it. It filled her, huge and satisfying. In joyous triumph
the dolphin lashed its tail, driving them both through the water and upwards, and
each flick of its tail made its prick slip back and forth in Susan's vagina sending
waves of almost unbearable delight through her. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
beast with two backs burst through the glass ceiling of the bay and the dolphin
twisted in the air to carry the girl on top through the arching flight, her body
clamped to his by the hard rod of flesh inside her. Susan gulped a fresh lungful
of air and then the sea crashed around her again, hissing in her ears and pulling
at her hair. The body of the dolphin curled around hers, driving its prick even
deeper inside her, and then unleashed its strength to drive them hard through the
dark void of the sea, the pressure of the water on Susan's shoulders forcing her
back down the dolphin's body and impaling her even more firmly on his hard flesh
inside her while each surge of power through his tail worked it back and forth
inside her as she clung desperately to the leading edge of his flippers and squeezed
ever harder with her knees to hold herself in the right position to keep herself
open to him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
a twist that ground the pole inside her almost brutally the dolphin changed direction
and they exploded vertically out of the water to arrow high above it. Susan's
knees lost her grip and as they slowed to hang motionless in the air above the moonlit
sea almost her entire weight forced her down on the dolphin{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s prick, the front of her crack crushed between it and the dolphin{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s rough moonslicked skin. She heard herself scream with ecstasy as every nerve
in her body burned with an unbearable explosion of joy while the dolphin shrilled
a whistle at the edge of human hearing and a hot, soft cloud of seed jetted from
its prick to scald Susan's insides, fill her passage to bursting and stream like
lava from her hole to scour her crack and coat her thighs. Then they toppled and
fell, Susan held against the dolphin for a moment merely by the strength of his
prick inside her and then sliding off it to plummet by herself into the moonglazed
bay and down into the thick, soft, waiting blackness beneath the surface.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
came to lying her back on the sand at the edge of the sea, little waves lapping
lovingly against her body as she stared panting at the moon, feeling as weak as
a baby. She could hear distant shouting and marshalled her senses.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
fanny hurt. Her insides felt bruised and her crack was painfully sore, sending
sharp jabs of pain through her thighs as she moved. She heard her name being called
in Peter's voice and the clatter of feet on the staircases at the head of the beach
. Fighting her weariness she dragged herself deeper into the sea and there quickly
washed the biggest smears of the dolphin#s semen from her thighs, together with
the blood she knew would be there. When Peter arrived, feet scuffing on the sand
, she was crawling towards her gown at the edge of the sea a few yards away.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "My
robe," she snapped at him. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}And send all the rest away. I
'm all right.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} She heard her brother issue the orders and a
moment later her robe was spread over her. She wrapped it around her as best she
could and climbed wearily to her feet. She wavered and Peter had to support her
. She could feel blood and dolphin goo sliding down the insides of her legs and
didn't want her brother or anyone else to see it. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Sue
? What happened? What on earth have you been doing? How did you get here?"\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
took a deep, steadying breath. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Didn't anyone see?" She asked
. Her mind was creaking into action again although shudders of delight kept shimmering
around her body like little flares in a smouldering fire. What, she needed to
know, would be the reaction of her subjects to their High Queen mating with a dolphin
? And what would Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s reaction be to her doing with a dolphin
what she refused to do with him?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 See? See what?" Her brother asked. "Belrath says he suddenly saw
you lying there on the edge of the sea and thought you were drowned. Of course
you'd forbidden him or anyone else to come down here so all he could do was fetch
me. He}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s furious, both that you got away from him, and damn
nearly died when he was supposed to be looking after you."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I didn't damn near die," she snapped crossly, wondering if it was
true. Presumably the dolphin or the mermaid had carried her to the sea}\u8217\'92
{\lang2057 s edge after she had passed out, or she certainly would have drowned.
If the mermaid had maintained the song until then it was probable that neither of
the Centaurs nor any other of the males supposedly on guard had seen anything.
But what had it all been about?\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 There
was an anger in her brother's voice, too, that betrayed he{\lang5129\u8217\'92}
d had a bad shock, which was a measure of his concern for her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
just thought I'd go for a swim. In the nude," she said, trying to sound contrite
. "Like you dared me to earlier. Got a bit out of my depth, that{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s all."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "All
?" Peter snorted. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}How did you get past Belrath? He's fit
to explode."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 If I can't outwit a horse....." She giggled. Her body felt like
jelly and her fanny hurt. Her brother had his arm around her back and under her
arm to support her and she knew how much he wanted to reach just a few inches further
and fondle her breast. And she knew that Peter, having promised, wouldn}\u8217
\'92{\lang2057 t. \par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 They
had reached the top of the beach and she pushed Peter gently away, slipped out
of her robe and tumbled into the pool beneath the waterfall. The cliff-top was
lined with figures from myth as well as talking animals roused by the commotion
but after having been touched up by a mermaid and - what was the word she'd heard
used by some of the older girls at school in far off England? Fucked? - yes, fucked
by a dolphin, it hardly seemed to matter that they would have momentarily seen
their High Queen naked in the moonlight\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
water was fresh and bearably cold, clearing her mind still more. She splashed
about for a while in the moonlight, discretely washing away more dolphin goo as
it oozed out of her fanny. She hoped that the bleeding in her crack, caused when
the dolphin had rammed his prick into it, had stopped.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
had been chasing away the onlookers and now returned.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Can I have my robe?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 She asked. He picked it
up from where she had dropped it and brought it to her, wading into the pool to
her side. She rose dripping in thigh-deep water and saw his eyes on her wet naked
body in the moonlight. She was torturing him. Her fanny was sore, she felt as
if all her bones had turned to rubber, her breasts were aching and her nipples
felt as if they had been rubbed hard with sandstone . Her knees were on the edge
of buckling and she doubted she had the strength to lift her arms high enough to
put the robe on properly so she draped it around her shoulders.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "There
was a mermaid," she told her brother softly. "Out there." She nodded at the moonlit
bay. "Oh, she was beautiful. You should have seen her." Perhaps it was better
Peter hadn't, she decided. The mermaid{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s breasts had been
much prouder and firmer than her own. "She was singing. I think she{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}d sung everyone else to sleep."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Was
she after you?" Peter asked urgently. "Working for the White Witch, perhaps?"\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 No." Susan shook her head firmly. "If she had been, I'd be drowned
." She was sure the mermaid had meant her no harm. It had all been so that the
dolphin could fuck her. \par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
knew that rape was when a girl was fucked when she didn't want to be. One the
older girls at her school in London had been raped. Everyone knew it, although
it had been hushed up for reasons she hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t then understood
. Had she been raped? She hadn't gone into the sea intending to let a dolphin
fuck her. The thought had never crossed her mind. Yet as she climbed dripping
from the pool she had to admit that she had known what the dolphin was going to
do before he had done it, and that she had opened herself to it. Her heart had
leapt with joy when she had first felt its prick reach between her legs and she
had clung to the animal, holding herself steady so that it could penetrate her
and reach deep inside her when she knew she could have avoided it by letting go
to be swept away in the water. That didn't sound like rape to her. She had wanted
, really wanted, the dolphin, a mere animal, to fuck her. If there was anything
worse than a slut she was it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
think she just wanted to say hello," she said to Peter. "I wonder if she was a
Narnian. I'll have to ask someone.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
wearily climbed the steps off the beach, ignoring her brother shepherding her anxiously
at her side. Of course, he had fucked the Queen of the Dryads at their Spring
Festival. Perhaps Narnia's High Queen had to be fucked by a dolphin as part of
some ceremony or other. But if it had been part of some rite it was clear that
no-one in the Camp had been aware it had been going to happen, for the shadows between
the tents and pavilions were full of worried and puzzled Narnain talking-animals
. And it certainly hadn't seemed very ceremonial. It had just been a dolphin and
a mermaid at play.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
, stiff with anger and silent reproach, fell in at her other side, his hooves stamping
out his feelings on the short turf of the cliff-top. Unable to face him she ignored
him and brushed her way through the drapes into her Royal Pavilion. Inside Hennin
, Pel, Edor and a dozen servants in Palace livery waited anxiously to serve and
she ordered them all out rather curtly, for she didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t want
to risk anyone seeing the trickle of blood and dolphin sperm still dribbling out
of her fanny and down her legs. There had been a couple of fairies among the servants
but not Peaseblossom who for some reason had not come on the trip. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Susan
realised that she missed the little fairy. In some way she was different to the
others. They all laughed and sang, played silly games and darted about the Palace
like gnats, Peaseblossom as much as any of them, and they were all bright as buttons
and chatty, yet only Peaseblossom seemed to listen when you talked to her, and
offered responses which suggested she'd thought seriously about what you{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}d said. Suddenly Susan was aware that she wanted to tell Peaseblossom
what had really happened out in the bay, and wanted to hear what Peaseblossom would
say about it. But Peaseblossom wasn't there and so, after wiping her crotch clean
and tying a pad between her legs like she had to when she was having what her mother
had called a 'monthly'. she fell weary and alone back into her bed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy Peaseblossom, in the guise of a mermaid, slipped lithe as a seal onto a low
rock in the moonlight at the entrance to the bay and looked back at the dolphin
swimming in lazy circles beyond the flukes of her tail.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Why not let it fertilize her?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 the voice of
the dolphin whined in her mind. "The sea-people need fresh blood, and the seamaid
that would slip from her cunt would be beautiful. As beautiful as you."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
White Witch heard the yearning in his voice.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Tush
, father," she admonished him angrily. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Stop thinking with
your prick. The blood of a Daughter of Eve in one the seamaids would be a challenge
even to me. And she certainly wouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t let your scrawny prick
into her. And what if our High Queen bore a Merrow instead? Eh? I don't want
to have to deal with one of that kind once I have my Narnia back."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
reached behind her into a crevice in the rock and withdrew a wand. With a negligent
wave she flicked it in the direction of the dolphin. There was a swirl in the
water and the old man surfaced, flailing his arms in panic and choking.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Bitch," he cursed between spasms.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Unmoved
the proud-breasted mermaid watched him frantically dog-paddle the few yards to
the rock and drag his skinny, naked body onto the sharp, slimy refuge where he lay
spluttering and coughing up salt water.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Besides
," the mermaid said thoughtfully. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Now that we've rid her of
the burden of her virginity I have other plans for Her Majestic Highness Susan,
Pro Temp High Queen of Narnia. And she's not going to have the slightest interest
in having your prick, her brother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick or anything else
in her cunt while she has a mythical marine mammal growing in it, is she?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
old man grunted grudging agreement and then rolled onto his back, fondling his
erect penis.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I've never fucked a mermaid," he declared, eyes feasting on his daughter
's proud breasts.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Liar
," the White Witch told him with a snarl. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Not
in human form," the old man expostulated innocently. "It always has to be as one
of those fucking fish."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "The
dolphin is a mammal," his daughter said wearily. "Fish don't fuck."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Poor
things." The old man feigned surprise. "Nothing worth living for. But as you
're already there....... Before I change you back. You do want me to change you
back, don't you?" A light, tentative threat underlay the innocent question.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
White Witch stared him down, tapping the slim wand in the palm of her hand warningly
. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Don't forget I need to you to fuck Her Little Majesty, Queen
Lucy, soon. If you go off half-cock then, it won't do much for the noble Aslan
's reputation.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Don
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t you worry about that, my evil darling," the old man told
her with a leer. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}My prick would rise from the dead to give
that one's little cunt a reaming. And just now it's raring to give your little
fishy cunt one.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Seamaids
fuck under water," his daughter told him sourly. "You're no good to me drowned
. No yet, anyway."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Then you'll have to break a habit of a species then, won}\u8217\'92
{\lang2057 t you," the old man declared, climbing awkwardly to his feet with his
prick in his hand. With a palpable sigh the mermaid slithered off the ledge she
had been reclining on and bent backwards over it, balancing on the small of her
back with the flukes of her shimmering four-foot long tail brushing the rock.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "You
'd better hurry up," she told the old man from between clenched teeth. "This is
fucking uncomfortable.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Deliberately
the old man straddled the gleaming tail, groped for and found the little slit in
the shining scales and eased his penis through it into the hot, slippery passage
that lay behind it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "No
," he observed thoughtfully as he slowly shafted his daughter's fishy tail. "I'
d have said it was uncomfortable fucking."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
4\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-307{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-307\ri-1270{\f0\lang2057\fs24
\kerning28 High King Peter of Narnia woke in his pavilion by the little bay
in the early morning light feeling wearier than he had on going the bed the previous
evening.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-307\ri-1270{\f0\lang2057\fs24
\kerning28 He felt as though he had been up half the night, perhaps because
he had. Belrath had raised the alarm at Queen Susan's little excursion into
the sea around midnight, waking him from an early deep sleep, and having eventually
seen Susan back to her pavilion he had called a Council of War in his own and raised
with his generals and advisors the questions that were concerning him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-307\ri-1270{\f0\lang2057\fs24
\kerning28 Narnia, he had learned, ended wherever the sea started and the seafolk
were certainly not his subjects. Indeed, they had very little to do with Narnians
and Narnians had even less to do with them but there was no history of any discord
let alone outright hostility between the two peoples. There was certainly no evidence
that the White Witch had any influence over the seafolk and while they hadn't fought
against her in the recent war they had done nothing to support her either. Indeed
the silence from the senior talking animals which had immediately greeted Peter
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s question on the point suggested that they had never previously
even wondered where the seafolk stood on the matter.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-307\ri-1270{\f0\lang2057\fs24
\kerning28 {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Of course," a venerable old talking badger offered
thoughtfully. "When word reached them that Narnia was once again ruled by her rightful
sovereigns it{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s no surprise that they should want to make contact
with them."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-307\ri-1270{\f0\lang2057\fs24
\kerning28 In the silence which followed Peter was sure he was not the only
one to ask himself why such contact would be so informal, and with Narnia{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s High Queen rather than her High King who was the senior. Or why they
should half drown her in the process. However as Peter had already arrived at
the conclusion that with his entirely land-based forces there was practically nothing
, and certainly nothing practical, he could do about it he let the matter rest.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-307\ri-1270{\f0\lang2057\fs24
\kerning28 Of greater concern was the fact that of his entire army, and the
second army of servants, cooks, clerks and bottle-washers which he had with him
, only the fairies had been immune to the song of the mermaid and not been entranced
. In the face of Peter's fury when he discovered this and the fact that they had
done nothing about it, most of them melted away into the darkness. From the ones
he managed to nail in place with a direct order he learned that they had known
nothing of Susan's response or of any potential danger to her, and so had merely
thought the whole thing one huge joke. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-307\ri-1270{\f0\lang2057\fs24
\kerning28 Peter fumed, but believed them and anyway could do nothing about it.
Whereas the Centaurs had a complete hierarchy based on families and clans in which
each man-horse knew exactly where he stood, who took precedence to whom and who
could order whom about, and were utterly fanatical about observing it, the fairies
were the entire opposite. They seemed to have no kinship whatever and certainly
no formal pecking-order. Indeed they rarely interacted with each other at all
except to play chase-me games like lambs in a paddock or spring spontaneous tricks
on anyone of any species as the mood took them. Ask any one of them the whereabouts
of another and unless she was in sight the first would look confused and claim
not to know, which Peter thought was probably true. Make a request on one which
involved others and eventually it happened but Peter suspected even the fairies
themselves couldn't have told him how it happened. It just did. In battle they
would be as useful as a paper hat but Peter had experimented using them as messengers
, as they seemed to be able to fly quite fast if the mood took them. An hour after
giving one an experimental message to take immediately to the other end of Narnia
he had met her again in one of the corridors and as it had been at one of those
times he was on a short fuse because of his unsatisfied needs he had yelled at
her. Cowering and in tears she had explained that she had passed the message on
, though she couldn't remember which fairy she had passed in on to, its destination
or indeed the message itself. In a rage Peter had stomped off but in a remarkably
short time a reply arrived delivered by a fairy who couldn't remember who had given
it to her or where, and who having delivered it, promptly forgot it. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-307\ri-1270{\f0\lang2057\fs24
\kerning28 Subsequent experimental messages produced the same result to the
extent that Peter had come to trust and rely on what had become known as fairy-
mail even though he, and it seemed quite probably the fairies themselves, had no
idea how it actually worked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Under
question the fairies themselves cheerfully admitted that there was nothing they
could do to prevent others falling victim to the song of the mermaid, or wake anyone
who did. In consequence any plans to use the fairies' immunity as any kind of
protection or weapon against it were pointless but for what it was worth Peter did
ask that a fairy attach herself to Belrath and Dethenor to do what she could.
The fairy he gave the request to nodded vaguely, drifted off to spend a couple of
minutes helping a spider repair a hole in her web made by a talking-dog sentry
and then flew off idly. Peter knew there would be no conference, no briefing or
setting up of rostas or even any discussion among the fairies as to whom and when
and for how long, but from past experience he was confident that there would be
a fairy somewhere near his own or his sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Centaur guardian
from now on. For whatever than was worth.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
wished Peaseblossom was in the camp. As the whole trip had been her idea he had
assumed she would come along but there had been no sign of her while the fairy
Peter had asked in a casual manner about Peaseblossom had looked blank as though
she had never heard of a fairy with that name, which was typical of them. Disgruntled
he rolled over in his bed and his hand stole to his stiff, eager prick.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Since
that first amazing occasion when Peaseblossom had taken his prick in her mouth
and sucked his spunk from him she had visited him several times. It had always
been at night, when he had half-woken from a deep sleep to feel the little warm,
naked body of the creature slip into his bed and beneath the blankets to his midriff
. Tiny hands had stroked and caressed his prick into life and a little wet tongue
had licked and played with his balls and shaft until in an exquisite moment as
the hot lava began boiling in it a small mouth covered it and received the explosion
. Afterwards the little fairy had always delicately cleaned it up with her mouth
and tongue, sucking the last dregs of his ejaculation from its tip as though sipping
dew from a strawberry. Then with a giggle she would slide like an eel from his
bed and as he slid back into a warm, contented sleep he might catch a glimpse of
a tiny naked body darting across his room to the windows, looking very much like
the naked six-year-old Lucy he had once caught a brief sight of in her bedroom
when as an eleven-year-old boy he had begun to experience his very first curiosity
about what girls were.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 In
truth he had no reason to think those visits were always from Peaseblossom. It
could have been any fairy and he had long ago learned not to make arrangements concerning
any particular one. Ask a fairy if she would be at a particular time and place
to carry a message and one would turn up. Invariably not the one originally asked
, and usually one who would deny any knowledge of any pre-arrangements but who just
happened to be there and who would be honoured to be of use carrying a message
for her King.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
visitor to his bed, though, was always Peaseblossom. How he knew that Peter could
not have said, but he knew it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
prick throbbed eagerly in his hand. And although he needed her badly it was not
throbbing at the memory of the little fairy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s mouth around
his prick. It was at the memory of his sister naked in the moonlight the night
before.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
had seen her crawl naked from the sea and then later she had stood naked before
him in the pool beneath the waterfall, her body fully revealed by the brilliant
moonlight.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
elder sister was tall, to the point that he was only half-a-head taller. But she
was slim with narrow shoulders and long, delicate arms. Her upper body curved
deeply to a narrow waist and then blossomed out again into round hips and long,
curving legs. On her chest barely below the level of her armpits rose two firm
mounds tipped with pale nipples which his hands had yearned to embrace and caress
while between her legs a triangular lawn of short sandy hair which was just a
shadow in the moonlight covered a soft, pouting mound split vertically by her crevice
like a black wound.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
in that crevice between his sister's legs, Peter now knew, was that hot, wet mouth
into her body. The soft nest into which he had pushed his prick at the Dryads
ceremony as his sister had lain spreadeagled on the altar before him and into whose
sensational embrace he had spurted his seed as he had stood between her legs.
Except that it had not really been his sister, of course. He groaned and felt his
seed stir in his groin.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Is
my King ready for his breakfast?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} an apologetic voice asked
from the direction of the entrance. Peter groaned again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
was Oakrunner, his squirrel butler who had probably been alert for any indication
of the High King's waking since the first grey light of dawn. As High King, Peter
could perfectly well order the talking animal to go jump in the lake but in Peter
's opinion that is not the way High Kings were supposed to behave and so he reluctantly
released his aching prick and rolled over in bed to begin the day.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Stepping
from his pavilion later the first thing he saw was his sister Susan, who just happened
to be the last thing he wanted to see. She was standing at the cliff edge looking
out over the bay, her light summer sleeveless dress baring her throat and chest
to the first faint rises of her breasts and moulded to the front of her body by
a warm breeze off the sea. The silken material clung to her bosom and, flowing
to the ground, folded into a valley between her legs which seemed to accentuate
the cup of her body where her secret mouth lay, the invisible fingers of wind exploring
her where he so yearned to explore her. At the sight he nearly shot his load into
his pants and, unable to bear it, he turned and stalked off. After a few paces
he heard her call his name but ignored it and went instead for a long, hard ride
along the cliff-tops with a squad of heavily-armed centaurs clattering at his heels
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Returning
later and feeling very little better he discovered she was in her pavilion and
went to the entrance. "Sue, can I come in?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he called.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Of
course," she called back. He ducked through the open outer flap of the huge tent
, brushed through the draped inner flaps and was stopped frozen by the sight of
his sister within.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
was sitting at her writing-desk, not yet fourteen-and-a-half to his sixteen-and
-a-big-bit and yet every inch a queen as he struggled to be a king.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
a quill in her hand she was writing a letter to either Edmund, Lucy or Peter himself
for it had been Susan who had realised that with only two books in Narnia, and
one of them little more than a children's picture book of King Arthur, there could
be a real danger of them forgetting how to read and write if they stayed there
any time, which Aslan had intimated they would be. So she had instituted a regime
in which she would write regular letters to her sister and brothers, and insisted
that they write back even though they all spent most of every day in each other
's company. It was a chore Peter found hard and annoying, but he recognised its
necessity and joined with Susan in badgering the twins for their epistles even
as he tried to avoid writing his own. It had also been the cause of the creation
of a substantial industry at Cair Paravel as good dwarves with some talking badger
-wives and a team of talking beavers, tried to manufacture and improve the quality
of a steady supply of paper, quill pens and ink Queen Susan demanded.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
, though, saw only the way his sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s old-fashioned clothes
wrapped to her body, smoothing over her breasts, hugging her waist, followed the
curve of her bottom on the chair and flowed over her legs. She was younger than
he, had only a feather in her hand to compare with the long, sharp sword at his
waist and was only a queen to his High King, yet in so many way she was his master
. The desire to have sex with his sister burned in his chest like a sword in a
dwarven blacksmith's forge yet he knew she would never allow it, being his sister
, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes?" she asked gently.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Ah
. Erhm." Peter had to shake himself like a dog to get his blood flowing again. "
I, ehm." Then he remembered why he had called on her. "Do you think we should
go back? To Cair Paravel?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
problem was that in far off England a trip to the seaside had included the pier
with its funfair, the amusement arcades, the donkey rides, the little rowing-boats
on the lake, the steam-train rides, the candy-floss stalls and, the crazy-golf
in addition to the beach and the sea, with mother and father to organise it all
. Here there was just the sea and the beach neither of which felt particularly
safe after the previous night's events.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Susan
gave a little grimace which meant that she shared his thoughts. {\lang5129\u8220
\'93}Not really fair on Luce or Edmund, though," she offered. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}To go back early."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
was typical of his sister that she should think of others, especially as the thought
hadn't occurred to Peter. The younger children, though, had clearly been excited
by the prospect of being in charge at Cair Paravel and to go back early would be
a blatant vote of no-confidence in them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "No
. Of course. You're right," Peter agreed. She always was, he thought sourly.
She sat in her chair, quill poised waiting for him to say more and he knew his eyes
were devouring her body, and knew that she knew it. With nothing to say and sure
that his sister could see the stiff, throbbing lump in the front of his pants he
turned and left her pavilion hastily.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Outside
, with nothing to do and nowhere to go he clattered down the staircase to the beach
, brushed aside the flaps at the entrance to his pavilion and threw himself down
on his daybed. His prick was stiff and uncomfortable in his pants and he unlaced
the flap at the front to give it more room. His hand stole to it and he began
working at it, resuming what had been interrupted at daybreak and shuddering as
the waves of pleasure his hand on it created surged through him. Then he heard
light footsteps on the boards of the staircase and had to scramble to get his prick
tucked away and the lacing redone before they scuffed on the sand outside the tent
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Peter
?" his sister called.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
tried to arrange himself in a High-King-like manner on the couch.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Hello, Susan," he called back cheerfully. "Come in."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
brushed through the flaps and Peter knew instantly that she was at odds with herself
. Something was troubling her deeply and she was unsure of herself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "What
's up, Sis?" he asked, alarmed. With an unconscious feminine grace she folded herself
onto a chair, hands twitching her skirts around her legs to avoid sitting on too
much of the material. It was a girl thing, utterly foreign to men and completely
natural for her, and the male in Peter howled at the sight at the huge difference
that had grown between him and his sister.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Do
you..." she asked slowly, "Ever think of England? Of Mother and Father?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Yes
," he said quickly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Of course." His sister nodded. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
wish I knew how they were. And could let them know we are all right," she said
. "Do you ever wish we were back there?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 That
was a curly one. Did he ever wish he was an ordinary schoolboy back in England
again? A drab, weak, frightened England at bloody war with a savage, powerful
Germany or, even worse, an England conquered and occupied by the Germans. Could
he want that when he could be High King of a bright, gay, magical land like Narnia
?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 It would be a pity to miss this,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 he offered
carefully, indicating Narnia with a nod of his head. Susan nodded her agreement
.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
wish the twins were not here, though," she said and Peter agreed. Having Lucy and
Edmund there was a real nuisance, although he knew that was not what his sister
meant.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Peter." His sister was chewing her lips and that plus the tone she
had used for his name told him she was getting to the core of whatever it was that
was troubling her. "If we were back in England you'd have a girlfriend by now.
And you'd be doing things with her that... that boys and girls do together. I know
I'm not as old as your girlfriend would be, and not as pretty, and I'm only your
sister and not a real girl. But if.... well... if it would help I can do some
of the things a girlfriend might. To you. If it would help.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057
She fell silent, blushing furiously.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
was amazed. "Susan, I...." he said, but with no idea what to say beyond that.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
won't go all the way," she told him defiantly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}That wouldn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t be right. With my brother. And I'm old enough to have a
baby if we did, and I don't want that."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\li-55{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
"No. No. Of course," Peter agreed quickly, still amazed. The thought of his sister
having his baby, though, sent a flare of heat though him that lodged glowing in
his prick. This amazing creature who was his sister could have his baby. It was
unbelievable, but true.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "So
...." She had made her offer and was waiting uncertainly for his response.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
could guess how much it went against her grain to make such an offer for his sister
not the sort of girl who would want to do rude things with boys. Yet clearly she
knew how much he wanted to do rude things with her and wanted her to do rude things
to him, and was willing to do it for his sake. That she should be willing to ignore
her feelings made him feel warm inside, with a glow that had nothing to do with
sex. It also imposed on him a powerful obligation to be just as noble and refuse
her for her sake and that was even, he knew well enough, what she wanted him to
do. He was her big brother and her High King, both of which required that he protect
her. In Narnian terms he was a noble and to be noble meant to accept her offer
in the spirit of love and duty it was offered, and refuse it in the same spirit
. With a huge pang of regret he drew breath to do so but before he could speak
his sister said reluctantly, "I mean, I could rub your thing until your seed came
, if you like. If it would help."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
had already rubbed his thing to the point that his seed was pooled hot and under
pressure between his legs and the thought of having his sister release the pressure
was too sweet to resist. "Oh Sue, it would be wonderful," he breathed. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}That is," he added quickly, {\lang5129\u8220\'93}It would be so much
better than doing it myself. Make me feel so much better."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
sister nodded, her face tight with strain. Peter could only guess how much against
her natural instinct what she had proposed was. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}What do I
do?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Feeling
oddly ashamed and awkward he unlaced his breeches again and drew his stiff penis
out. It stuck out of his thighs, throbbing slightly. In a smooth motion Susan
uncoiled from her chair, glided across the thick carpet covering the wooden planks
laid on the sand of the beach and knelt before him, unconsciously hitching her
skirts clear of her knees as she did so. The woman in the motion made Peter's prick
jerk powerfully. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Susan
regarded it levelly, her face blank. Then cautiously she took it gently in her
hands.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At
the first soft touch of her fingers it twitched again powerfully and she jerked
her hands away with little cry of surprise. Then she took it up again more firmly
and began running her hand up and down its shaft as he had done the previous day
when he had masturbated in front of her. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Is this all right
?" she asked tightly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
was quite beautiful for Peter. His sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hands on his prick
were firm yet gentle as though she knew exactly what she was doing. With one hand
she gently caressed its soft blood-gorged head while with the other stroking up
and down the shaft she summoned his semen to flood like lava up to explode from
it. The sensations were not as intense as Peaseblossom{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s mouth
gave to it but looking down he could see his sister's hands on his prick and beyond
them the first soft rises of her breasts with the valley between them disappearing
into her dress to become her round bosom in its silken cover rising and falling
as she breathed while above that her white face tight with strain and her eyes
fixed on the thing in her hands as though she held a snake. He felt his semen stir
and recalled Susan's expression when he had shown it to her the previous day.
If he did nothing it would soon spit at her just like a snake, which she would surely
hate. The rigidity of her stance, the tightness of her mouth, the intensity of
her gaze on it all betrayed how much she loathed what she was doing yet it was
too, too good for him to want her to stop and he closed his eyes on it all and surrendered
to the pure pleasure she was giving.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
had been right to see loathing in his sister but the cause was not what she was
doing. It was the fact she was loving it that she loathed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
had seen that her brother was going to refuse her offer and had suggested rubbing
his thing to thwart him, hoping he would find the idea irresistible. When he had
unlaced his breeches and exposed it to her, rearing from his thighs, throbbing
with life and utterly alien to her, she had almost rushed across the room to it
and was sure her brother would notice her eagerness. When she had tentatively taken
it into her hands and it had jerked powerfully away the strength and suddenness
of it had surprised her into yelping like a little girl startled by a spider yet
within moments she had mastered it, had it purring in her hands like a tamed lion
and was drinking into her soul the smooth rigidity of the pulsing shaft beneath
her fingers, the velvety softness of its red flare-rimmed hood and the power she
knew she had gained over her brother with such a gentle caress. She loved it,
thrilled to it and loathed herself for doing so. She wanted to go further, yearned
to lean forward and take it into her mouth to feel against her tongue the texture
of that strawberry head, feel against her lips the throbbing tightness of the shaft
. She could even imagine it squirting that thick yellow goo in her throat instead
of her vagina as it yearned to, and swallowing it down to her stomach as though
it was her womb even though Peter, surely, would be sickened and disgusted that
she could take such a thing into her mouth. The thought should have disgusted
her, surely, but it didn't. After all, she let herself be fucked by animals. She
was a slut of the worst kind. She disgusted herself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
thing in her hands jerked powerfully and pulsed like a heart, and she instinctively
ducked as a gout of her brother's seed flew past her ear with surprising strength
. It throbbed again and a second gobbet hit her, hot and sticky, on the throat
and dribbled down onto her breast over her heart while her brother gasped his delight
. It throbbed a third time, more weakly and a pearl of semen flopped into the rumpled
cloth in her lap as she knelt before him. Then its rigidity was gone and she felt
it softening in her hands yet still it quivered and more of his seed pumped out
of the little mouth at its tip to flow like hot yellow-white lava down his shaft
and across her fingers.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
Sue, I'm sorry," Peter was gasping but she barely heard him. Through the thing
in her hands - his prick, she reminded herself - she could feel little tremors
still quivering through his whole body, each one pumping out another small gout
of his seed to add to the stream still oozing stickily over her fingers. She could
feel the blob of it on her breast, too, as it cooled and eased its tacky way down
the slope towards the top of her dress. It reminded her of the dolphin's seed
tricking out of her fanny and down inside her thighs and she shivered with remembered
pleasure. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I should have warned you," her brother groaned, "But it happened
too fast."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
didn't really mind. She was still recalling, amazed, what had happened when those
first squirts of his seed at her had rocked her brother. In those moments he had
been in her hands, weak, helpless and dependent as a baby. All his strength had
been there, responding to her fingers. Her brother's heart and soul had fluttered
for those seconds like a bird held in her hands to be set free in those great shouts
of life that had burst from his prick aimed at her face, her breasts and her fanny
. She shivered at the memory, awed and thrilled by it and the power she had sensed
at her control in those moments, and a tremble of eager, sweet anticipation quivered
up into her body from her fanny where the dolphin's prick had delved into her the
night before, yearning to feel the thing in her hands filling it and stroking it
, giving such pleasure to her brother and gaining such pleasure from him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Slut
, slut, slut. She had intended to be clinical, dispassionate, easing her brother
's needs while satisfying her curiosity but instead had been almost overwhelmed
by her own body{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s cravings and given in to her sluttishness.
She became aware that she had frozen and that her lips were drawn back in a snarl
of disgust at herself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Sue, please?" Peter's voice was begging. He'd taken a cloth - one
of the handkerchiefs she'd had made for him - and was wiping her hand where his
seed had dribbled over it. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 I know it's grotty stuff. I
just couldn't help it. I'm sorry. I}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 m really sorry.}\u8221
\'94{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
thought her disgust was a response to his male power. With an effort she replaced
the grimace with a weak grin to set him at ease and with regret she took her hands
away from his prick. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "No
. That{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s all right," she said. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}I should
have been expecting it."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
gently took the rag out of his hands and cleaned the stuff off her fingers as best
she could, and then wiped the cold smear off her chest. The gobbet that had fallen
into her lap had partly soaked into the fine wool and trying to dab it away only
made it worse so she had to leave it. Momentarily she wondered if the servants
through whose hands the dress would pass as it was laundered would recognise what
it was and whose it was, and what they would think about it if they did, and then
she decided that she didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t care. She was, after all, their
Queen and they could like it or lump it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Sue
?" From the appeal in her brother's voice she realised he was still horrified by
what had happened, and what he thought her reaction was to it. She rose to her
feet. Peter was sitting up but his prick was still sticking out of his breeches
, drooping limply as though exhausted. Its bulging strawberry head was half-covered
by that odd cowl of skin like a tortoise withdrawing its head into its shell, covered
by a coating of white sticky seed. Gently she reached down, took the floppy thing
in her fingers and wiped it dry, feeling it twitch weakly in response to her touch
. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "There
," she said, all motherly. "Nice and clean."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
was silent, staring down at his prick in her hand, and she waited until he reluctantly
raised shy, puzzled eyes to her face.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "It
's new to me," she said softly, letting him go. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}And a bit
gooey. But I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}ll get used to it, honest. Did you say you have
to do it every day?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
forced a smile. "I can, but I don't have to. I guess once a week or so would be
nice."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
knew that was a compromise between his needs and what he imagined was her reluctance
to do it. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}All right," she said. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Once
a week it is. And maybe on special occasions as well, hey?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 You're terrific, sis," her brother said gratefully.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
5{\ulnone\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Queen
Lucy of Narnia knew something had happened between her older siblings but had no
idea what.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peter
had been different, cross and difficult which was not her big brother at all, when
he had come back from his trip to see the Spring Dance of the Dryads. Susan too
, she had noticed, had not been herself. Lucy's big sister, whom Lucy knew better
than anyone, had been quite and thoughtful which Lucy knew meant she was troubled
by a Big, Important, Decision. Then he and Susan had gone to the seaside for a
couple of days and something had happened there which had changed them both.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
would have liked to have gone on that trip to the seaside too except that being
left at Cair Paravel as Narnia's High Queen, even if only temporarily, had more
than made up for it. Edmund had not been the problem she had feared. Acting on
Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s advice (indeed, she suspected it would have been done
anyway on Susan's orders) she had had Edmund secretly watched the whole time by
a team of talking mice who made excellent spies. However, apart from ordering
a lot of servants about quite unnecessarily but harmlessly and spending a lot of
time out with the nucleus of Narnia's first ever standing army which Peter seemed
to think was necessary, where he had ordered them to demonstrate all sorts of manoeuvres
and weaponry and generally pulled rank on the Centaur generals, he had behaved
impeccably.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
Peter and Susan had come back from the seaside, changed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
was hard to say how they had changed. Well, in fact it wasn{\lang5129\u8216\'91
}t hard to say how they had changed. They were both suddenly grown-up. Susan didn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t snap at people any more and seemed far more willing to let
servants decide what needed doing and how to do it. But she didn{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}t smiled or laugh as much as she had before and was always looking for or at
Peter. Yet she also seemed to avoid him if she could and when she couldn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t# it was obvious that both she and Peter tried to avoid touching in
any way.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 They
were, Lucy suddenly realised, very much like their mother and father had been.
So while it was very easy to say how they had changed the question was, why had
they changed so suddenly?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Was
it because they were doing IT, and didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t want people to guess
?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
had very little idea what IT was, only that it was something grown-ups did and
that involved the bits of their bodies between their legs. She had thought IT was
something only married people did and as Peter and Susan were certainly not married
, they couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t be doing it. Or perhaps it was something you
could do either if you were married or with your brother or sister, except that
didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t# sound right. A small voice kept telling her that IT
was something you only were supposed to if you were married, and certainly weren
{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t supposed to do with your brother or sister, except that Lucy
couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t shake off the certainty that Peter and Susan were
doing it and that Susan certainly wouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t be doing it if she
wasn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t supposed to do it with her brother, which made it all
very confusing.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At
their home in London she and Susan had shared a bedroom, and that had been fun.
However as a Queen in Narnia she not only had her own bedroom, she had a whole suite
of rooms to herself. She also had a young talking-beaver female called Nim to
help her dress and undress, the fawn called Mr. Tumnus she had met on her first
visit to Narnia and who now acted as her secretary, a solemn if not dour talking
owl called Mrs. Peng who called herself Lucy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Maid of Honour
, whatever that meant, and who spent all day ordering all the other servants about
and deciding what Queen Lucy should eat and wear, and a handsome, very aloof Centaur
called Cory who was her personal bodyguard and had sworn to die to protect her.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Yet
despite this Lucy was lonely. During the day Peter and Susan were so busy being
High King and High Queen that Lucy hardly ever saw them. She also rarely saw her
twin Edmund, but this didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t really bother her for she had
never greatly liked him as he was always competing with her or trying to do her
down in some way. At nights in her own bedchamber in the big castle she didn{\lang5129
\u8216\'91}t see anyone although she knew Cory was on guard-duty in the corridor
outside her chambers - Lucy had no idea what he did to wile away the long night
hours - while Mrs. Peng slept in a little room nearby so as to be within call -
if owls slept at night, which Lucy thought they didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Alone
, awake and restless in her big bedchamber with a huge, bright moon shining down
on a sleeping Narnia outside Lucy gave a big sigh, slipped out from between the
sheets, took off the linen nightgown Susan had ordered to be made for her and lay
down naked on the bed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 In
their last months sleeping together in their bedroom at their London home Susan
had proudly showed Lucy how she was beginning to grow up and change into a woman
. Little bumps had appeared on Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s chest and had been slowly
swelling to form her breasts and a little lawn of curly tawny hair had begun to
grow on the little, softly-mounded V between her legs. Before Lucy{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s fascinated eyes her big sister had sometimes perched on the edge of her bed
with her legs spread wide and her fingers holding open the crack between them while
Lucy had been able to push at first her finger and pencils and then later on bigger
things like hair-brush handles and candles into the hole that ran up into Susan
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body from the crack. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 In
the moonlight Lucy examined herself. Now, surely, she could see beneath her nipples
the first beginnings of the little, steep-sided mounds that had appeared like tiny
volcanoes on her elder sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s chest. She ran her hands down
her smooth skin to the hard lumps that were her hip-bones but her waist was still
as much like a boy's as a girl{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s and nothing yet like the slim
narrowing of Susan{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s. Her thighs were still a bit pudgy and
between them, where the tops of her legs met and where Susan had been beginning
to grow a small mop of tawny curls, Lucy was still as smooth and bald as an egg
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
had that cleft between her legs, though. Susan had told her the hole in it had
something to do with women having babies but Lucy had guessed that Susan hadn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t known very much more about it than that and hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t pressed her about it. Now though, with her own body a subject of intense curiosity
for her, Lucy wished she had learned more. Susan, she suspected, had learned a
lot more about hers since coming to Narnia and would probably tell Lucy what she
knew were her younger sister to ask, but somehow it didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t
seem right to ask. Especially as Lucy couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t shake off the
idea that Susan was doing a lot of her learning about her body with her big brother
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s help, and might not be happy have Lucy or anybody else know
it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
's finger slipped into her crack and explored the little folds and wrinkles that
lay within it. She was still younger than Susan had been when first Susan had
announced that her breasts had begun growing while the hair had started appearing
between her legs even later than that. Indeed, Lucy was still a few months short
of twelve and Susan had been older than that when she had started, Lucy was sure
. So she just had to be patient, she told herself. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
finger found the little hole into her body and wormed its way into it. The usual
little tickles of pleasure began tingling in her tummy. Presumably that was what
Susan had felt when Lucy had wriggled her fingers inside her big sister's hole.
Lucy reflected that it would have been nice if Susan had been there to put her fingers
inside Lucy's hole so she could have lain back and concentrated on the sensation
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
a discontented sigh Lucy slid her fingers out of her hole, wriggled across her
huge bed and lifted a candle out of a holder sitting on a bedside table. With careful
concentration she lay back, opened her legs as wide as she could and then worked
the candle up her hole as far as it would go. It was as thick a candle as any
she had ever pushed up her sister's hole, perhaps as thick as her two fingers, and
she could get six or seven inches up inside her before it started to press uncomfortably
against her tummy. Susan had been nearly six months older when she had first had
a candle inside her hole, Lucy recalled with satisfaction.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Awkwardly
she lay back, trying at the same time to keep enough of a hold on the candle to
be able to jiggle it inside her. Having someone else to do it would be nice, she
decided. Then she could lay back properly as Susan had done while Lucy had jiggled
a candle inside her. It was still nice, though. Like being able to scratch an
itch you{\lang5129\u8216\'91}ve had to ignore for ages, or being able to start
peeing when you{\lang5129\u8217\'92}ve been holding it for hours, but lasting a
lot longer. With a little moan of delight Queen Lucy of Narnia closed her eyes,
rolled onto her side on her bed and curled up slightly with one leg in the air so
that she could jiggle the candle more thoroughly in her hole.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Lucy." She heard her name spoken in a deep, warm, soft, growl.
With a squeak of alarm she opened her eyes, and then gave another squeak. "Aslan
."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
bedchamber was comfortably big enough to hold a dozen people around the big bed
, but seemed only just large enough for the huge golden lion she saw pacing back
and forth between the massive, empty hearth and the wide arched windows with their
long drop to the moat beneath.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Aslan
was Narnia{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s guardian in a way Lucy did not really understand
. It was, Peter had tried to explain to her, as if the United States of America
had a real live, magical, talking eagle looking after it instead of a pretend one
, but Lucy still hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t understood. What she did know was that
Aslan had returned to Narnia at the same time the children had first found their
way there through the wardrobe, had allowed the White Witch to sacrifice him on
the Stone Table but then magically returned to life, had broken the White Witch
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s power, had helped Peter lead the good animals of Narnia in
a battle against the White Witch{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s forces and had been there
to oversee the children{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Coronation as Kings and Queens of
Narnia. After the Coronation Aslan had disappeared and had not been seen since
, until now. Quite why Aslan had allowed the White Witch to conquer Narnia and
bring so much suffering to its inhabitants in the first place was a question that
had occurred to Lucy, but not one she had felt able to ask anyone.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
lion in her bedchamber was the size of a small horse and muscled to match. Even
on her feet Lucy would not be as tall as the top of his back and his head seemed
almost the size of an ordinary lion curled into a ball, if they did it the way
ordinary cats did. She would have had no difficulty putting her whole head in his
mouth like they were supposed to do in circuses, except there was no way you could
imagine Aslan putting up with being in a circus. He was more than a little scary
even when you knew he was 100% good. His golden tawny skin gave off a kind of
sunshiny glow and his great eyes fixed on Lucy as he paced were sparkling with fun
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Awed
and excited Lucy sat up and her insides were prodded painfully by the candle. Suddenly
she remembered that she was lying on her bed with no clothes on and a candle sticking
very visibly out of the hole between her wide-apart legs. She squealed again in
shock and shame, blushed furiously trying to hide the candle in her crack with
her hands and burst into tears.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Lucy,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 the lion rumbled again, a little sadly
. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Don}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t be ashamed. You have entered
upon that difficult passage from childhood to womanhood. It is only natural you
will be curious. It is why I have come to you. To help you at this time. But
you may remove the candle if you are uncomfortable.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
was uncomfortable, and not just because it was poking hard at her insides. Still
crying with shame and shock she slid it out of her hole while trying to pretend
she wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t trying to slide something out of her hole, and placed
it on her bedside table.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 My favourite Daughter of Eve," the lion rumbled in what was almost
a purr. "You had the candle inserted into your vagina, which is more popularly
known as your cunt. This is the passage which connects your womb to the outside
world. Oh yes, Lucy. You have a womb. Through your cunt a Son of Adam will introduce
his seed into your womb where, if it is to be, it will germinate and grow into
a child which will be born into the world through your cunt."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
," Lucy observed faintly, fighting back her sobs. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Come
with me,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} the lion ordered, turning away.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
scrambled off the bed and reached for her discarded nightgown but with its back
to her the lion growled slightly, "You will not need that. Stand on the dressing
table and climb onto my back."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
's heart was still thumping painfully against her ribs from the shock and sudden
excitement of Aslan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s appearance, and the thought of being
carried by the lion through the corridors of Cair Paravel with no clothes on did
nothing to quiet it. Nevertheless she obediently dropped the nightgown and climbed
naked onto the dressing table from a chair.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
had taken horse-riding lessons at her school and had also ridden some of the dumb
ponies in Narnia because she enjoyed it. Somewhat awkwardly, not having a stirrup
, she scrambled onto the lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s back and arranged herself just
behind his shoulders and thick, tousled, golden mane. Aslan's back was broader
than any pony she had ridden and her legs and thighs were stretched wide apart
with her crack and fanny pressed against his short fur.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Hold
tight, and close your eyes," Aslan ordered and, burying her hands in his mane,
Lucy obeyed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
felt the muscles of his body ripple and tighten between her thighs as he gathered
himself and his fur tickled and caressed her crack excitingly. Then he launched
himself forward and upward, almost leaving Lucy behind. She recovered and braced
herself for the inevitable impact with the stone wall of her bedroom, but it didn
{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t come. An intensely cold wind momentarily brushed her naked
skin and then she felt the lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s front paws come to earth
just as a pony{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hooves did on the landing side of a jump.
Her own body responded with a practised smoothness and her fanny slid forward a
few inches as it would have done in a pony{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s saddle. Instead
of being wrapped in jodhpurs and knickers as it usually was, though, the bald,
bare, sensitive skin of her wide-stretched fanny brushed hard against the nap of
the lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s fur sending shivers of hot delight through her body
on the heels of the shiver of stinging cold. It was the most delightful experience
of Lucy's life to date.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
rushing tingle died away, leaving her fanny feeling wet against the lion{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s fur. Then she thought to open her eyes, and gasped.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
was in her parent{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s bedroom in their London home. Once it
had seemed huge but compared with her own bedchamber in Cair Paravel it was tiny
, hardly large enough for the big, dark wardrobes and dressing-table, her parents
' double-bed and the great lion now filling it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
was night, for the thick drapes were drawn and the reading lights on the little
tables to each side of the bed were glowing warmly. On all fours on the bed was
a naked woman with, kneeling upright between her feet, a naked man who was banging
the front of his thighs against the woman's bottom. A moment later Lucy recognised
the man as her father and squeaked with dismay.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Don
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t be alarmed, Lucy," the great lion breathed. {\lang5129\u8220
\'93}They cannot see us, not hear us. In truth, we are not really here."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Certainly
Lucy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s father had taken no notice of the appearance of a huge
lion in his bedroom, bearing his younger daughter naked on his back. He was holding
the woman by the hips and hissing with exertion as he slapped his thighs against
her bottom. There was something not quite right about him, though. It was her
father, but not the father she remembered. Then she had it. He looked younger
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "That
's right, Lucy," Aslan purred. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}This is the night your life
really began. Not on your birthday, but the night you were planted in your mother
's womb." He grumbled with a laugh. "It is something few people witness. Their
own conception."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
gulped. She could recognise her mother now, too. Her mother as a young woman
bracing herself on her elbows against the man's driving thrusts, her breasts hanging
down between her arms and jiggling as each thump against her bottom shook her body
, gasping in time with them. "Oh," Lucy gasped.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
father rammed himself against her mother's bottom particularly hard and then stopped
, panting. "Your turn, Alice,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he gasped. Then he almost collapsed
down onto the bed, twisting so that he lay on his back.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 From
between his legs where the little puffy mound with the crack lay between Lucy's
legs, a short stiff pole with a purple head stuck upright, glistening and pulsing
. Around its base was a thick tangle of short black hair and beneath it was a strange
saggy bag of skin with something round like an egg in it. At the sight of her
father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s penis Lucy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s heart gave an uncomfortable
bump. Boys had that and girls didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t. She felt cheated, as
though she was missing something.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
mother hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t moved and Lucy could see between her legs that
where Lucy had a crack her mother had a deep groove full of folds and fingers of
red, glistening flesh within which a hole disappeared into her body. Then the
woman stirred. As though weary she pulled herself upright, curled around and then
settled with her head on the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s stomach like a pillow, her
back to his head and his proud prick rearing just in front of her face. Then she
lifted a hand to it and wrapped her fingers around it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
father couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t but Lucy could see the look on her mother{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s face and knew that she, too, was feeling the awe of the thing just
as her daughter was, and shared Lucy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s envy of a man at having
such a thing where they didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t. She, though, had it in her
hand and Lucy understood even if she didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t share the different
power that gave her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Like
a woman with something incredibly precious and beautiful in her hand Lucy{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s mother caressed her father{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s prick and, in a way
Lucy dimly understood, was its master as small, light, frail girl can be master
a huge, powerful stallion and bend him to her wishes.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Suddenly
Lucy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s mother surprised her daughter by moving. Smoothly she
raised her head and took the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s penis in her mouth.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 To
Lucy it was utterly unexpected and she watched unbreathing and frozen into place
on the lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s back. It was another, greater act of domination
, she realised. Her father gave a low groan and Lucy saw that he was helplessly
lost in whatever sensations the woman was giving him with her mouth around that
rod. In a way, she realised, her mother was eating her father the way she had
heard in school biology that female spiders will eat the male after mating. The
woman was not actually biting bits off the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick but
she was taking him into her body and consuming him just as much. With a slow shuddering
sigh Lucy eased out the breath she had been holding for what seemed like hours
and watched her mother take possession of the man her father{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s prick.\tab\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 For
several minutes her mother licked and kissed, chumbled and sucked her father{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s prick, very much in charge. Then she moved again, rose, straddled
his thighs like a girl mounting a horse and lowered herself onto it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
saw it slide and disappear into her mother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body and saw her
mother respond by stretching upwards in triumph as though reaching for the stars
. She was, Lucy empathised, feeling a far stronger and more powerful version of
the tingling Lucy herself was feeling between the legs, a vastly more intense sensation
of what Lucy felt when she had jiggled the candle in her hole. Her father groaned
and writhed and her mother began lifting and lowering her body, sliding herself
up and down the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick, her breasts jiggling up and down
to the motion, her nipples stiff and erect and, Lucy knew, tingling.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
father was helpless and her mother was in total charge, Lucy knew. And she had
never seen that before.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
father was always in command. Stern and commanding he had ruled the household
and children with an iron hand. Certainly he had left the ordering of the maid
and the running of the household to his wife but only, Lucy had thought, because
he chose to. She had never seen her mother anything but meek and obedient in her
father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s presence, serving as it had seemed his will. Yet
here in their bedroom on the bed it was very much her who was in command, her who
ruled, and Lucy knew this rule extended far beyond the bedroom. Understood that
by mastering the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick and taking it into the hole between
her legs she had total power over him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
," she breathed as that understanding coalesced into a sudden hot glow of power
between her legs and a shimmering tingle in her little nipples on her flat chest
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
mother had been riding her father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s pole for a while, arching
her back with the pleasure of it and thrusting her full-breasts skyward. Then
she rolled off him and the man yelped with dismay at his prick left orphaned in
the cold air of the bedroom. Lucy's mother lay on her back, her legs spread wide
and the soft hairy cushion of her fanny with its glistening lips and very visible
hole into her body open to her daughter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s eyes.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Come
on, Alfred," she ordered from between gritted teeth. "Give me another baby.{\lang5129
\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
her father, the stern man before whom other men appeared nervously to hear their
fates: to learn if their loan applications been granted or refused, or if the bank
going to save their business or ruin it, or whether they and their families going
to be thrown out of their houses for unpaid mortgages: this powerful man stirred
himself to obey, crawled like a slave between the woman{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s legs
, allowed her to take his prick in her hand and guide it as she would, which was
into the hole between her legs, and began humping up and down on her body like
a washerwoman scrubbing a front-step.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At
ease beneath him Lucy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s mother eased her body into a more comfortable
position and then lay relaxed as the man worked at and, Lucy could see, in her.
Between her father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s legs Lucy could see the man's bag of balls
flopping back and forth as the pole above it slid greasily in and out of the hole
into her mother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body. Suddenly, panting hard like a man
at the end of a long race, her father crushed his thighs between her mother{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s legs and Lacy saw his bottom trembling and clenching.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "This
is the moment, child,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Aslan breathed. "Up to this moment
they could have stopped, or your father could have spilled his seed into your mother
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hand, or her mouth, or her anus, or even onto the bed. Or
caught it in a plastic bag, and you would not have been. Now, from this moment
, you became part of life and outside the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s control to end
. Although your mother, of course, still had that power.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Not
quite understanding, Lucy still recognised the moment of her creation. Her father
hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t. He had collapsed panting on her mother{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s body and had no thoughts but for the sensations his own body, she knew although
she knew not how she knew. Her mother, though, was reaching out past the man towards
the ceiling her face shining in triumph because of the pleasures in her body, and
her victory over the man, and because she could feel in some way the spark of new
life in her body. Lucy understood all this in a way she could not have put into
words as she saw the smile of satisfaction on her mother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s
face.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Gosh
," she breathed, tingling all over.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Hold
on again, child," the great lion breathed and almost before Lucy could grab two
handfuls of his mane had launched himself at the bedroom wall of the London house
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Instinctively
Lucy shut her eyes. The icy cold breathed on her again and then the lion landed
lightly on the floor of her bedchamber in Cair Paravel. Still quivering with the
echoes of what she had experienced Lucy clung to his mane, her fanny pressed to
his fur in what felt like a hot, wet puddle as though she had weed on the great
cat. She wondered if he felt it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Do
you know what your parents were doing?" Aslan asked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Ah
," Lucy both did and didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t. They were doing IT, but she still
wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t entirely sure what IT was. As she hesitated the lion
gave a grumble which might have been laughter.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "It
is called having sexual intercourse," he said. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Copulating
. Mating. Bonking. Coupling. Fucking. Shagging. Screwing. Making the Beast
with Two Backs. It has many names. Between friends it is fucking. It is a word
with an honourable ancestry. It is the way babies are made.{\lang5129\u8221\'94
}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Some
of the words she had heard. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Were they really doing it to
make me?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} She asked breathlessly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "No
." There was still a rumble of amusement in the lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s voice
. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}It is how babies are made but that it not the reason it
is done, most of the time. Your mother, though, wanted another and your father
enjoyed the trying."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
butterflies in the stomach Lucy reluctantly slid from Aslan{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s back and perched on the edge of her bed watching the great golden lion pacing
back and forth along the broad expanse of carpet in front of her. She squeezed
her legs together in the hope that he wouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t see the wet
patch glistening on the skin between them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Lucy
," Aslan said, his voice suddenly serious. "The making of a baby is the most important
thing in all Creation. Indeed, it is what Creation is about. So Creation has
made the act of making a baby the most wonderful experience you can have. Creation
has made it so wonderful that everything from the meanest mouse to the Sons of
Adam and Daughters of Eve want to have that experience as often as they can. The
result is that many babies are made, but the reason everything from mice to Daughters
of Eve fuck is because it feels so wonderful to fuck and be fucked. That is why
Creation fucks."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh," said Lucy numbly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Daughter of Eve," Aslan growled. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 You are female
. I am male. Look beneath me.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Unexpectedly
the great lion sprang lightly onto Lucy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s bed and stood above
her. She squealed with sudden fright, then recovered and looked timidly beneath
him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "The
bag hanging between my back legs contains my testicles, more usually called 'balls
{\lang5129\u8217\'92},{\lang5129\u8221\'94} The lion said. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}Feel them, Lucy."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Swallowing
nervously Lucy reached out and put a tentative hand on the bag the lion referred
to. Nothing like her father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s and covered with short fur like
felt it was easily the size of her mother's biggest shopping bag, containing two
slightly oval objects the size and feel of the great balls of wool her mother used
to knit their pullovers from.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "All
males, including Sons of Adam, have such bags and balls. Though not as large,
of course. In the balls the seed is made which is placed in the womb of the female
, such as you are, Lucy, and where if the time and circumstances are right it germinates
and grows into a baby."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
," Lucy said for a third time. She was trying to picture a little man inside her
, walking up and down inside her womb scattering seed to either side as the farmers
did their ploughed fields in the autumn.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Stroke my balls and watch, Lucy," the lion commanded.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Puzzled
and gently, Lucy fondled the lion's great balls. She could feel them moving and
heaving slightly on their own in an odd way in their bag and she wondered what
it must feel like to be a boy and have a bag like this hanging between your legs
. It also gave her a thrill to think that although she was a mere girl she was
touching and stroking such a proud male thing.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Just
in front of where the pouch hung from the lion's body a pucker of skin stirred
and then, to Lucy's amazement, something like a long finger covered in pink, shining
skin grew out of the lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body. It stretched out, as long
as her forearm and as thick as her wrist, and then seemed to stiffen and quiver
. At its tip it narrowed to a finger of slightly hooked red, glistening flesh at
the base of which was a little slit like a mouth.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "That
is my penis," the lion growled. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Also called a cock, prick
, willy or John Thomas. You have seen your father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s, as few
girls have, and all males have one where you have a vagina. It is what makes them
male. Mine is a lion's, of course. The family felidae. A Son of Adam{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s is smaller, naturally, and as you have seen looks a little different
. The family homo. But the function is the same. To carry the male seed into
the female{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s womb. Usually it is soft and floppy, useful only
for peeing. But when it is required for its sexual function it grows larger and
stiff so that it can penetrate deep inside the female though her cunt and introduce
the seed directly into the womb. What you saw earlier, Lucy, was your father with
his prick in your mother's cunt, squirting his seed into her womb. That act of
squirting, and being squirted into, is the most wonderful thing of all Creation
. Take my penis in your hands, Lucy. Feel for yourself the power of the male.{
\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
her heart banging rather painfully against her ribs Lucy gingerly put her hands
to Aslan's penis. It was so thick she could barely get both hands around it and
it felt velvety and slick to her touch. It throbbed and quivered with life in
her hands as her father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s had in her mother's. Surely, she
thought, having a thing like this would be magnificent and she felt a sudden powerful
envy for every male, who had one between his legs. Glancing down at the empty
space between her legs, with only its little pouting slit and insignificant little
finger of floppy skin, she felt suddenly cheated and insignificant.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At
her touch Aslan purred.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Lucy
, Queen of Narnia,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he murmured in his throat. "A girl who
has not had a prick in her cunt is a virgin. You are a virgin. A virgin queen.
The first prick to enter your cunt will take that virginity from you. You will
make a gift of your virginity to it. It is a precious gift a girl, even a queen
, can make only once in her life. Lucy, will you make gift of your virginity to
me?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 As
she could not believe Aslan had meant what she thought he had meant Lucy sat dumb
, her hands still stroking the enormous feline penis and drinking in its power as
her mother had stroked her father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "You
mean...... You..... and me?" She gasped eventually into the great lion{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s silence. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}In me?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
mean you and me,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he replied, purring. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}In you."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "When
?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Lucy swallowed. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}I mean, when will I
be grown up enough?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I mean tonight. Now," the lion rumbled. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 You
are grown up enough."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "But
I'm still only eleven," Lucy wailed faintly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "You
are big enough for a candle," Aslan pointed out. "And grown-up enough to want
to feel it in you.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "But
you{\lang5129\u8217\'92}re huge," Lucy whispered. "And you're a lion. I'm just
a little girl."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Aslan
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s penis in her hands had grown, throbbing, to be as thick as
her upper arm, far thicker than anything she had previously tried to push into
her hole and some of them had hurt before she had stopped. The thought of Aslan
trying to push the great thing she had in her hands into the little hole between
her legs terrified her. It would surely split her in half.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Lucy
, oh Lucy.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} There was a grumble of laughter in the lion's throaty
voice. "You surely cannot think I would hurt you? No. I am Aslan. I will be
as big as I need to be to give you ecstasy. And yes, I am a lion. My seed will
go to waste in you for only the seed of a Son of Adam can be fertile in you. So
when you desire to have a baby only a Son of Adam can give you one. But when you
desire the pleasures of sex any prick will do it, though some better than others
. The prick of boy, horse, dog or lion in your cunt will all be the same to you
when the blood is hot and crying out for satisfaction, and any of them better than
a candle or your own finger.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
," said Lucy, dumbfounded. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "So
, Lucy," grumbled the lion. "Lie back and spread your legs wide, and in exchange
for the gift of your virginity I will give you the gift of ecstasy, and Aslan{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s sperm."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
butterflies the size of eagles fluttering in her tummy Lucy obeyed for she could
no more think of disobeying Aslan than she could her father. Arranging herself
with her buttocks on the edge of the bed she opened her legs as far as she could
. In an explosion of uncoiled power the lion leapt right over the bed to land lightly
on the floor. With a purr like a roll of distant thunder he padded up to her and
buried his huge head between Lucy's legs. Terrified of what it was going to be
like to have that great pole of rigid flesh force its way into her tiny hole, the
eleven-year-old queen closed her eyes and whimpered to herself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 A gust
of hot breath caressed her bottom, thighs and her crack between them, followed
a moment later by the cold touch of the lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s great nose as
he pressed it to her cunt and took a great draught of a sniff.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Ah
, the sex of a Daughter of Eve," Lucy heard the lion murmur to itself. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Ripe and sweet.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Then she gave a small yelp as Aslan
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s great tongue, the wet, rough, bristled tongue of a cat, laved
the inside of her thighs and lapped deeply up her crack from the hole in her bottom
where her shit came out to the very shallow part of the top. Yet it set her tingling
, too. Little sparkles of almost unbearable pleasure burst out from between her
legs and ran up her spine to the top of her head or down her legs to her toes.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
," she gasped, unable to stop herself squeezing Aslan's great nose between her knees
. The lion did not seem to mind. His purring increased in strength until it sounded
like an iron-shod wagon rolling down a cobbled street and Lucy could feel it reverberating
through her whole body. Aslan licked her again, but this time his great rough
tongue paused in her cleft at the entrance to her hole and its tip probed an inch
inside her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Eeek
." With a squeak that was half gurgle Lucy grabbed two handfuls of the sheets beneath
her as a warm tidal-wave of delight rushed through her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 My child, prepare to be completed,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 Aslan warned
, and then reared above her.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Great
paws the size of dinner-plates thudded onto the bed above and to either side of
Lucy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s head and the underside of the lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s great golden mane brushed her face. His smooth stomach pressed against hers
and his back legs forced her thighs even wider apart. The tip of something pressed
against her crack and Lucy, her hands buried in the thick, tawny fur of the lion
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s side, took a deep breath and gritted her teeth.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
thing, presumably the tip of Aslan's penis, explored her crack gently and located
her hole. Delicately it felt its way inside and probed deeper. As it worked its
way inside her Lucy could feel the entrance to her hole being stretched ever wider
until it was on the edge of pain but it seemed to her that there were several inches
of the lion's penis inside her which were nothing like the size it had been when
she had held it in her hands. A wave of relief swept through her as she realised
Aslan had been as good as his word and had somehow adjusted the thickness of his
penis to the size of her hole. Then the lion jagged its hindquarters sharply at
her and fierce pain ripped through her thighs.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
heard herself cry out and felt her hands pull cruelly at the lion{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s coat above her even as, on the heels of the burst of pain, she was aware
that the thing filling the entrance to her hole was sliding forward into her, far
thicker than before and filling her. It reached deep into her, waking cascades
of delight from the depths of her hole that swept over and buried the echoes of
the pain.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8216
\'91{\lang2057 Oh Aslan," she gasped, tilting her hips upwards on the edge of the
bed and spreading her legs far more than she would have believed possible to enable
to lion to run even deeper into her. The thing inside her, Aslan's penis, was
pressing against the underneath of her tummy and felt impossibly huge in her crack
. And it was growing bigger inside her. Not at the entrance to her hole where
she felt as tight as she would go and where she was still hurting, but inside her
where she was soft and felt she could swell up like a balloon.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
lion began moving the thing inside her, sliding it up and down her passage and
each time sending waves of delight sweeping through her. "Oh, oh," she was gasping
, her whole body jerking several inches on the bed as the lion's penis drove back
and forwards inside her. She was filling with a great, wonderful itch that she
wanted to scratch but which just grew itchier and itchier and the need to scratch
it getting stronger and stronger until it was unbearable and she wanted more and
more.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Deep
, deep inside her Aslan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s penis touched the heart of the itch
and a huge, unbelievably sweet relief cascaded through her body as though the itch
had exploded with one enormous scratch. At the same moment she felt the big cat
's prick inside her pulse as it began pumping something hot and wet into her. She
could feel it filling her, forcing her insides even fuller and tighter and squeezing
down past Aslan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick out of her hole to run down her bottom
. It was as though the lion was peeing inside her and in fact that was what she
thought it was, but she was so shattered and stunned by the explosion she had felt
when her itch had been scratched at last that she didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t care
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
lay quivering on the bed just as she had seen her mother do underneath her father
only a few minutes before. Her legs were drooping weakly off the bed, still forced
wide open by the body of the lion between them. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Forgive
me, Lucy," Aslan rumbled {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Every woman feels pain the first
time. It is the cost of her virginity. I hope you think it was worth it."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
yes," Lucy gasped. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}That was wonderful, Aslan."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 m glad." The lion moved, lifting himself
back and off the bed and his prick slid messily out of her. "You have my seed in
you and over you, I'm afraid. Take a look."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Aslan
hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t peed inside her, Lucy realised. It had been his seed
squirting into her womb. She could still feel a hot pool of it inside her tummy
. Weakly she raised a hand and wiped it against her crack. It came away smeared
with a sticky white cream.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "That
is my seed,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} the lion said. Squeezing his great furred nosed
between her thighs he began licking it off her bottom and crack, sending little
echoes of the great explosion through her again. "My semen. Some call it spunk
or cum. It is the very essence of life. Thus it is precious, yet males can produce
it in copious amounts and spend it freely for the mere pleasure of it. Just as
you can receive inside you the seed of anything male in copious amounts for no
other reason than the pleasure of it. Taste it. It will not harm you."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Dubiously
Lucy lifted her sticky hand to her face and examined the slimy residue. It looked
unappetising, yet it did not smell unpleasant and, when she licked at a drop, it
was not an unpleasant taste. It tasted strong and potent.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "So
, Queen Lucy of Narnia," Aslan said in a serious, gravely tone. {\lang5129\u8220
\'93}Now you have been fucked as few girls have been fucked. I have opened the
door to sex for you and hope you will explore it to the full, for many more delights
await you.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} He carefully and slowly licked her crack. "And
I hope that perhaps you will allow me to fuck you again one day."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
yes, Aslan," Lucy assured him eagerly, struggling to sit up without getting too
much of a mess on the bed from the great gobs of lion sperm sliming out of her
crack to mingle with the blood still oozing from the split in her sore virginity
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Excellent
," the lion growled and, giving her a final lick that went from her crotch to her
forehead and left her smeared with cat-spit, feline semen and her own blood, he
turned and padded out of the room and into her dressing room. With a great, contented
sigh Queen Lucy flopped back onto her bed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Out
of sight of the dazed, exhausted, deflowered eleven-year-old girl a panel in the
adjoining room popped open. The lion crossed to it and slipped into the passage
behind. The secret panel closed again. Watching the lion warily the White Witch
shooed it ahead of her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Back
through the maze of passages and down steep winding stair-cases it led her, pacing
wearily with its head low. Its golden glow had died and the way was lit by a small
white flare burning at the tip of an ivory wand in the Witch's hand. Down past
the inhabited parts of the castle to the level of the storerooms and down again
to the dungeons few knew about. Past empty cells where rusty chains hung in air
that had not moved in centuries and bones lay that had once belonged to Narnians
now long forgotten, and down again through passages cut in bare rock long before
the castle had risen into the air above them. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 In
the little cell far from the sunlight the lion turned and waited for the woman at
its heels. Cautiously the White Witch in her unsoiled gown of satin snow stopped
in the doorway and watched him, the wand still burning in her hand.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Well
?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} she asked icily.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s golden eyes flared fury at her. The wand flicked in
the Witch{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hand and a lash of magnesium lightning slashed
from it to curl through the air and cut the lion{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s flank.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Well?" she snarled again.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
lion snarled warningly. Then, as the Witch raised the wand again, the swirling
egg of light formed around the animal. It pulsed and coruscated, then drew itself
upright, coalesced into a column of ivory and dissipated like mist. The naked
old man left standing in its place swayed and then staggered over the table to clutch
it gratefully.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Sa
. A little trick like that is nearly beyond your powers now, eh father?{\lang5129
\u8221\'94} the woman said sarcastically. The old man drew himself up and glared
at her. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "It
always has been beyond yours, daughter," he retorted. The Witch bared her teeth
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Back
to your place," she hissed, flicking the wand. The lash of light cracked beside
the old man's thin buttocks. Slowly he picked his stained robe off the table,
donned it and crossed to the wall where the chains hung. Warily the woman approached
him and at extreme arm's length locked the first manacle around the wrist he offered
her. Skirting him she crossed to his other side and manacled the other wrist.
Then she stepped back and relaxed slightly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
"Am I not good to you, father?" She asked, honey-toned. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Was
she as sweet as I was at eleven?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
The old man smiled knowingly at her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
"Sweeter, for being a virgin," he said, considering. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}But you
were sweeter at nine, for being my daughter, and sweeter than honey at six, for
being so small. And at three... Ah, you were divine.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
A tiny corner of the Witch{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s lips twitched just once in a stony
face.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
"At three, as I recall father, it hurt," she commented icily. The old man gave
a dismissive shrug.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
"Oh, I know it hurt you. For me.....?" he smiled. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Pure ecstasy
. I should have given you sisters, just to have known them at three as well. And
you should have born them for me."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
The Witch's lips twisted into a snarl and then eased into a thoughtful purse. Dismissively
she spread open the old man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s robes and bent to his penis which
stirred sluggishly. She sniffed it and then licked its bulging head.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
"Ah,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} she breathed appreciatively. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Scented
with the sex of a Daughter of Eve. What rose has a finer fragrance than the one
she bears between her legs? What fig a sweeter taste than her cunt when it's ripe
? Eh, father?{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-22{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Giving him no time to answer she took his penis fully in her mouth and sucked it
. The old man swelled in response and he groaned his delight. Holding the blood
-swollen helmet in her lips the Witch swivelled her head around it and then nipped
its side with little sharp teeth, drawing blood. The old man jerked back with
a pained yell of surprise.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Did
that hurt, father?" The woman asked mildly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Oh well. It
only hurt you. For me it was pure ecstasy."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Turning
her back on the cursing old man, she swept from the cell.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
6\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 King
Edmund the Least, as he had once overheard himself being called by two giggling
talking-rabbit pages, was as happy in Narnia as he had been in England, which wasn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t very saying very much.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At
least he had his own bedroom rather than having to share one with his big goody-
goody of a brother Peter. Indeed he had the equivalent of a whole house to himself
, tucked away in a corner of the great castle of Cair Paravel. He also had a lot
of servants to run around after him and his own personal Centaur bodyguard, Tarttak
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Immediately
after their Coronations in the Great Hall of Cair Paravel the elderly Centaur Cambrick
, who was some sort of leader among the herd (if that was the right word for a collection
of Centaurs), had presented each of the Royal children with a solemn, serious Centaur
who had taken an oath for themselves and their kin that they would let no harm
befall their particular Royal charge if their own lives could prevent it. At the
time and with the scattered remnants of the White Witch's army of hob-goblins,
were-wolves, bad dwarves, spectres and all still on the loose, a Centaur was a good
thing to have at one's back. Each one came armed with a long bow - a very long
bow, in Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s opinion as each bow was longer than he was
tall and could kill accurately at a very long distance - a short bow for use in
enclosed places like corridors and Royal Apartments where the long bow would be
forever knocking ornaments off the mantelpiece, a two-handed sword six-feet long
and a so-called short sword which was still longer than the ones Peter and Edmund
wore, which like the short bow was for use where mantelpieces and ceilings tended
to hamper the use of the long one. They also carried knives and had four steel
-edged hooves with a kick like a dozen mules for use in really close-quarter fighting
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-81{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
They were the killing heart of High King Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Narnian army
and had been very useful in the first few months of the children{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s reign hunting down the remnants of the White Witch{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s
legions. Since then, though, and particularly within the precincts of Cair Paravel
where the Witch{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s minions had for some reason never ventured
, having half-ton creatures nine feet high and three yards long forever treading
on your heels, noisily skating about with steel-shod hooves on the castle's ice
-smooth stone flags and knocking the ornaments off the mantelpiece with their tails
, became more than a little annoying. Particularly as they insisted on standing
at your shoulder even when you were asleep or using the privy.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-81{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Not surprisingly Susan in particular had drawn the line at that and by Royal Decree
the Centaurs were required to limit their duties to guarding the door to the Royal
Apartments whenever their royal tenant was inside. As soon as Edmund stepped outside
his, however, Tarttak would fall in behind him and follow him like a shadow, albeit
a rather noisy shadow with the clatter of his steel shoes and the creaking, jingling
and rattling of his weaponry, belts and scabbards. This severely limited Edmund
\u8217\'92s opportunities to get up to mischief.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-81{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Not that he regarded it as mischief. He just had a compulsive need to know where
everything was, where everywhere went, what everyone did, where, why and how they
did it and who they were. If he happened to take a dislike to them, which he quite
often did, he also enjoyed making their lives more exciting, challenging and interesting
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
had also to be very careful and cunning about what he did. When the children had
first arrived in Narnia he had not only been caught out lying, he had taken the
White Witch's side. Even in retrospect it still seemed a reasonable decision.
She had been, after all, the de facto ruler in Narnia while Peter, Susan and Lucy
had sided with a rebellion against her having heard only one side of the story
and seemingly on the basis that talking beavers automatically had to be on the side
of good. Switching sides at the right moment had earned him some credit points
, but Edmund was fully aware that no-one really trusted him and had been working
quite hard to allay suspicions by meekly fulfilling all the duties required of
him as Narnia{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s youngest and least sovereign and generally keeping
his nose clean.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
Peter had gone away to the Dryad{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Ceremony of Renewal and
come back in a foul mood, being perfectly beastly to everyone, and Edmund had met
the fairy Peaseblossom.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
had come to cut his hair in place of the fairy who usually did it, who had apparently
had an accident. Edmund liked the fairies, in part because although they did anything
they had to do very well they never seemed to be able to take anything seriously
for very long, but mostly because they were the nearest things to girls in all
Narnia apart from his sisters, and he was beginning to find girls very interesting
indeed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
seemed typical of the species, being four-feet high, giggled a lot, looked about
six-years-old and had clever, assured hands. She was properly deferential, but
with a kind of suppressed hilarity which suggested to Edmund that she didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t really take him very seriously and he liked that, particularly as he
could imagine his brother and sister not being aware of it and preening themselves
while the fairy bowed and scraped to them like all the other servants while laughing
up her sleeve at them. Not that her costume had sleeves, of course.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Responding
to this Edmund soon had a relationship with Peaseblossom which was more like brother
and little sister than king and subject. Having been the youngest all his life
it was a delight to Edmund to have someone younger to play with, choosing to forget
that Narnia{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s fairy population were considerably older than
they looked and that they only looked that way because that was how people expected
them to look.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
was Peaseblossom who solved his mobility problems, by introducing him to Cair Paravel
's network of secret passages built into the thick stone walls. Using it they could
easily escape Tarttak's patient vigil and in an oversize pair of wool-stuffed boots
, stained and baggy trousers, a heavy woollen cape, bushy false beard and with a
battered, pointy red hat pulled down almost to his nose Edmund was still small
enough to pass for a rather tall, somewhat scrawny dwarf. In this guise at Peaseblossom
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s heels he visited the parts of Cair Paravel usually unknown
to its rulers as well as the certain streets of the Lower Town where they never
went at all.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Shortly
after High King Peter and High Queen Susan returned from their holiday at the seaside
and Edmund's short spell as acting High King had ended, Peaseblossom appeared before
him in his apartments where he sat playing solitaire and waiting for something
a King could do. She had not been formally announced, so he knew she had popped
out of one of the secret passages.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "How
fares my King this beautiful day?" She piped, bowing so low she made a mockery
of it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Bored, Peebee," he groaned.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy straightened and regarded him coyly, eyes flashing mischief.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Then Peaseblossom shall make it her duty to unbore him,}\u8221\'94
{\lang2057 she giggled. }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Would my king like to survey his
realm from the top of the White Tower, perhaps?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Cair
Paravel had a large number of towers and they were all white as that was the colour
of the stone it had been built out of. It had only one White Tower, though. The
tallest tower, rising from the centre of the keep, overtopped all the others by
a hundred feet. That it could be climbed was indicated by the fact that little
windows pierced its sides in a spiral as though lighting an internal staircase
but no access to the staircase had ever been found. The windows were too narrow
for any of Narnia's flying creatures to climb through and the door to a small chamber
built on top of the tower into which the staircase disgorged was bolted securely
on the inside. Edmund knew that a frustrated Peter had discussed with dwarf masons
the possibility of smashing through the tower's wall at its base to get to the
staircase, but had been dissuaded when informed that this was likely to bring the
whole thing down on their heads. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "You
've found a way?" he asked excitedly. High King Peter taken a look at the top of
the tower from the back of a Pegasus but the tower's parapet was too narrow for
the flying horse to land on and the ability of the mythical creature to hover was
about the same as a stone's, which made trying to dismount and remount the creature
on a tiny ledge several hundred feet in the air a somewhat hazardous undertaking
. To be the first to stand there would be a coup for Edmund.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 An}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 it please Your Majesty," the little fairy
agreed modestly, her eyes shining triumphantly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh, you are a treasure," Edmund crowed, throwing down his cards.
}\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Lead on, Peebee."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
led him into the secret passages and, to Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s surprise,
down several levels. Being a fairy she had a small wand with a star at the end.
She had been quite happy to let Edmund examine it and he had found the wand to be
a stick of ordinary-looking wood and the star some sort of rough, opaque shell.
It hadn't done anything for him but for Peaseblossom the star could glow like a
torch-bulb and it was able to light their way quite adequately through the blackness
of the passages.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Having
gone a substantial way deep into an area of the passages Edmund had not been in
before the fairy paused before a larger doorway than usual in a small chamber where
a number of passages came together. A spiral staircase started just within the
doorway.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Peaseblossom thinks," she whispered to Edmund, for something about
the passages discouraged loud noises, "The tower was built long before the castle
, and the castle was built up around it. So the doorway is right down here. It
's a long climb to the top, if you can}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t fly," she sniggered
, and then rubbed it in by rising into the air and zipping away up the stairway
like smoke up a chimney.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
was the sort of thing fairies in general and Peaseblossom in particular enjoyed
doing and Edmund was not greatly alarmed. Left in pitch darkness he groped to the
doorway, located it by touch and started up the staircase. It was built about
a thick central column he could touch with one hand while the other hand could brush
the stone of the outer wall. The stairs were high but even and comfortably wide
enough for his foot which made climbing easy. He was three turns up when light
dawned from above and Peaseblossom grinned down at him from the air a turn further
up.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "There
are eight hundred steps," she announced cheerfully. As she was hovering almost
directly above Edmund he could see a little way up her dress but what lay there
was lost in shadow.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
had not been counting. If each step was nine inches high that would make the tower
600 feet high, he calculated. If only eight inches, 530-something feet. What
he didn't know, of course, was how much of the tower was buried inside the castle
and how much stuck out above it. Well over half, he guessed. That would make
it high, and he didn't altogether like heights. He climbed on, the fairy keeping
pace and lighting his way from the air a turn above.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
legs were weary by the time they reached the first window where natural light falling
through the slit overwhelmed the glow from the fairy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s wand
. The window, of course, would be a marker which together with the steps would
provide a benchmark for measuring the height of the whole castle. He made a note
to do it another day, and climbed on.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Finally
at the top he had to sit gasping on the top step for a while waiting for his legs
to stop shaking before he could take much notice of what he{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}d arrived at. He had climbed the 311 steps of the Monument to the Great Fire of
London several times and everyone struggles at the top of that, but Cair Paravel
's White Tower had over twice as many steps. Humming happily to herself and ostentatiously
ignoring her King's exhaustion Peaseblossom flitted from side to side in the little
room and peered out of its tiny windows.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
struggled to his feet. The little room, which was barely big enough to swing a
fairy in, was circular and contained only the head of the staircase. Over his
head was the underside of the little conical roof of red tiles which topped the
entire tower, the cross-beams which supported it thick with cobwebs. In the wall
opposite the stairwell was a heavy timber door held shut by three large rusty bolts
. Although he had to stand on tip-toe to reach the top one they slid back easily
enough, to Edmund's relief, and the door squealed open on rusty hinges.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Beyond
it a narrow walkway behind a low crenulated parapet encircled the tower. Gingerly
and with a strong, cool breeze ruffling his hair, Edmund stepped onto it and peeped
over the edge. The walkway had been cantilevered out from the tower wall and there
was nothing beneath him for a long, long way down to the red roof-tiles of the
keep below. Peaseblossom flitted past his shoulder and hovered in thin air over
the fall, looking down past her feet with interest. Edmund\u8217\'92s stomach
churned and he stepped back into the chamber, clammy with sweat.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy appeared before him and peered up into his face with concern on her pretty
little face with its tiny upturned nose.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Is my King ill?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 she asked worriedly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
took a deep breath. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}I can't fly," he explained. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}And it's a long way down."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "True
," she agreed solemnly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}It must be horrid, not being able
to fly. I think my King is very brave, coming up here when he can{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}t fly."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
King felt a little better at that. Not much, but a little. Being within the round
wall of the little room made him feel a little better, too, although he was sure
he could feel the tower swaying a little if he tried. So he stopped trying.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
had once told Peaseblossom that Peter Pan, who he assumed was a fairy of a sort,
had been able to fly with Wendy, who was a human girl. At that Peaseblossom had
snorted and remarked that whoever had written that had obviously never met a fairy
as it just wasn't possible. Magic wasn't transferable, or up to supporting such
extra weight and boy fairies couldn't fly anyway. Maybe, she had added darkly,
Peter Pan did something altogether different to Wendy which just made her feel like
she was flying. Edmund had let that pass. He wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t sure
he would have wanted Peaseblossom to take him flying even if she could.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "What
shall we do?" The little fairy asked excitedly, floating away from him a foot
or two.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
looked around the empty room. There didn't seem to be much they could do.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Into
his silence the fairy gave a naughty little giggle. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}I dare
my King to take all his clothes off, and appear before all Narnia in his birthday
suit."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 They
had played dares before, though mischievous rather than naughty ones. Edmund had
to admit, though, that standing on top of the tower he would be open to view by
everyone in the castle, High Town, the Lower Town and a large chunk of Eastern
Narnia. Anyone who happened to be stretching their neck looking that way at the
time, of course. And with a telescope. And there weren't any telescopes in Narnia
at all, as far as Edmund knew, as no-one had yet discovered how to make proper
translucent glass. The idea of cocking a snook or, rather, cocking his cock, as
he didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t think he had a snook whatever one is, at his oblivious
subjects was irresistible. Another idea was even more irresistible, however.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
dare you to take all yours off first," he challenged the fairy.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
eyes went wide with glee and a mischievous smirk leapt onto her little face. {
\lang5129\u8220\'93}Dare, too," she giggled throatily.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
the speed of a mosquito, which seemed to involve instant acceleration, she zipped
across the small width of the room and turned to face him hovering a foot above
the floor. Putting her hands to her throat she tugged at a loose end of a neat
knot holding a short, artfully ragged cape of gossamer lace across her shoulders
and back. The cape could clearly do nothing to keep the rain off or cold winds
out and so Edmund assumed it was purely decorative. The knot dissolved under her
fingers and the cape floated like a feather to the ground.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I regret," she announced in her tinkling voice, }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
That I must ask my King to undo my buttons." Then she turned around and floated
backwards towards Edmund.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
was wearing her usual dress of unadorned leaf-green. Sleeveless and round-necked
it fell shapelessly to a deeply-scalloped hem just above her knees. Between her
wings at the back was a vertical row of big green buttons. The wings were merely
constructions of light bone and spiders-web lace worn because people expected to
see wings on a fairy - part of the uniform, Peaseblossom had explained - which
could actually be a hazard if a sudden gust or downdraft caught them while the fairy
was flying magically. More than one fairy had suffered the indignity of being
unsnagged from a tree, disentangled from a thorn bush or plucked from a pond after
her fake wings had unexpectedly taken over her flight path.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
hands that were shaking slightly and a heart beating harder than it had after his
climb up the tower Edmund undid the buttons from the top down. As soon as the
bottom one was clear of his fingers and the back of the dress had flopped open to
reveal a small back with flawless white skin and prominent shoulder blades Peaseblossom
zipped across the room again and turned to face Edmund. With a wriggle of her
shoulders the top of the dress slid down her arms and rumpled around her waist.
With a wriggle of her hips it slipped down her legs, caught for a moment on her
feet and then dropped a foot or so further to the stone flags.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
saw instantly that fairies don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t wear panties. Naked apart
from her little green ankle-boots Peaseblossom hung in the air grinning broadly
at him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Her
narrow chest was perfectly smooth apart from the faintest furrowing of her ribs
and her pale skin was flawless apart from two tiny pink discs either side of her
heart. She had a slim waist and long, spare thighs with even longer, elegantly
curved legs. Between them at the top where Edmund's eyes fastened was a little
pouting V broken by the front of a deep groove which ran back out of sight between
her legs.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Does my king wish me to take my boots off?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057
she asked cheerfully.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Uhnnn
,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Edmund didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t really hear. He had known
girls were different from boys, but not how much. That they had long hair, wore
dresses and had a totally different attitude to mud and frogs he had long known
but that there were actual physical differences between boys and girls had only
become apparent after he had arrived in Narnia, with the fascinating changes he
had noticed in his sister Susan as her breasts developed and she had grown sort
of {\lang5129\u8216\'91}curvier{\lang5129\u8216\'91}. Had he been back at their
home in London he almost certainly would have worked hard and probably successfully
to get a peek at her with no clothes on, either in the bedroom she had shared with
Lucy or, better still, in the bathroom, and the chaos and confusion of evacuation
to a strange new home in the countryside would probably have made it even easier
for him to find a suitable peephole. Such a peek would also have alerted him to
the substantial difference between boys and girls between the legs as well, but
denied such a peek by the security which surrounded his sisters in Narnia the sight
of Peaseblossom's cockless genitals startled him into confusion. How, he asked
himself, did she pee?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Taking
his incoherent grunt as confirmation that he did want her to take her shoes off
the fairy casually raised one foot to the opposite knee and began to slip the bootee
off, making a figure 4 with her legs. The pose opened her thighs slightly and
Edmund saw the crevice continue between them with a tiny wrinkled finger peeping
out of it. Did she wee from that? How could she point it at anything? The fairy
took the other bootee off, dropped it on top of her other clothes and straightened
up. Even floating a foot off the stone flags the top of her head was only level
with Edmund's chin. Naked apart from the circlet of ever-fresh daisies around
her brows she tipped her head to one side and regarded him quizzically.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Done
my dare," she announced boldly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Dare my king do his?"\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 What? Oh. Yes." Edmund shook himself out of his stupor. The naked
fairy floated in the air in front of him as solidly as though she was standing
on an invisible chair. As he began unlacing his shirt he felt his cock tremble
at the sight as though waking.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 This
had only started happening since he had arrived in Narnia. Sometimes, especially
when he was thinking about his elder sister and those bumps on her chest, the muscles
between his thighs would clench as though he was trying to stop himself from peeing
when he needed to, only he wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t and his cock would grow a
little longer and fatter and stiffer. Only in the previous month or two had he
discovered that when it was in that condition he could peel the tube of skin back
from its funny head, and if he played with that he could set up the most delicious
sensations in it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
pulled his shirt over his head and undid the belt holding his Narnian trousers up
. Had the little fairy seen a Son of Adam with no clothes on before? If she hadn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t what would she make of that hose-like object sticking out
of his body at the bottom, where she only had that tiny wrinkled thing. Watching
her face he dropped to his knees the trousers together with underpants Susan had
had made for him and Peter. The little fairy's eyes dropped to his cock and she
giggled.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 My king likes looking at Peaseblossom with no clothes on, I see,"
she observed happily.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Well, I think you're very beautiful," he stammered hurriedly.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy gave a whoop of delight and bowed low and extravagantly, until her head was
lower than her little bottom. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}And I think my king is very
handsome," she told him solemnly, peeping up at him. Edmund knew he was blushing
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Now my handsome king must complete his dare and show himself in all
his handsomeness to his people," she challenged him, straightening up.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At
the thought of going out onto that little walkway again his stomach clenched, which
seemed to have the effect of making his cock grow a little bigger and stiffer.
Dares, though, were for daring and so he stepped out of the door into the sunshine
and the stiff, cool breeze. It wasn't so bad if he looked far away, at the blue
Narnian distance rather than down at the fall before him. With his head up he
stepped to the very edge of the parapet, the top of which wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t quite as high as his cock.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 A pair
of tiny hands settled on his shoulder-blades and pushed. He toppled forward and
felt the hard, sharp edge of the stonework dig into his thighs while his bare feet
on the stone flags began to slip backwards. A scream of pure terror crushed his
heart as his imagination rushed away over the parapet into the void beyond but
before it could even form in his throat the same little hands seized his shoulders
firmly and pulled him back from the abyss with surprising strength. As he threw
himself back into the little room he heard in his ear a trill of fairy laughter
, then he collided with the blessed solidity of a wall and slid down it into a heap
, gasping. His heart was pounding and he broke out in a cold sweat. If he hadn
't peed on himself it was only because he hadn't had time.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Peaseblossom
," he yelled furiously. "You little shit. I could kill you. That wasn't funny.
That was the most stupid, thoughtless..... " He couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t think
of anything suitably foul and fumed into silence, quivers of fright still wracking
him. Painfully slowly his heart stopped hammering, his muscles unfroze and his
breathing steadied. With a shuddering sigh he pulled himself together and shook
off the worst of the terror. Then he looked up.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
little fairy was hovering a yard away, looking down at him with her hands to her
face and eyes wide with horror peering out between her fingers. Meeting his gaze
she reluctantly dropped her hands and her face dissolved into misery. Slowly she
floated backwards until she came up against the wall and then, crying soundlessly
, crumpled down it until she was sitting on the flagstones with her knees pressed
to her chest, arms hugging them and face pressed to them, tears streaming down
her cheeks. Her thighs were slightly open and between them Edmund could clearly
see her crevice in a kind of puffy pad with her little wrinkled cock peeping out
of it and another tiny pair of wrinkles like miniature lips beneath it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh Peebee, I'm sorry." He crawled over to her and put his arm around
her tiny shoulders. "You did give me the most awful fright. But I know you didn
}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t mean it."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Under
his arm she trembled and wept breathlessly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Peaseblossom is
unfit to serve her king. Peaseblossom will absent herself and go count frogspawn
in a bog far from her king, where the mud stinks and the gnats will bite her,"
she sobbed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Somehow
she was in his lap, wrapped in his arms with her head against his chest and her
little bare bottom on his throbbing cock.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "You
will not,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he said firmly, kissing the top of her head, stroking
her hair and thinking how nice her soft round bottom felt against his cock. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}I want you to stay with me and be my Peebee. You're the only friend
I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}ve got in Narnia."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
heard the sob in his own voice as he confessed what he previously hadn't even realised
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
little fairy in his arms sniffed and her sobbing subsided. A small white tearstained
face with red-rimmed eyes wide in wonder turned up to his. He bent down to it
and she met him half way for a gentle kiss.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Peaseblossom
does not deserve this," she whispered in awe.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Peaseblossom deserves all I can give her," he assured her firmly.
\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 And Peaseblossom will do all she can for her king,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057
the fairy replied brightly, cheering up rapidly. Fairies were notorious for their
mercurial changes of mood. Edmund couldn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t prevent his cock
throbbing against her little bottom and knew the slow smile that appeared on her
little face was because of it.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri58{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
"Peaseblossom thinks she knows what will please her king,"she said in a mischievous
gurgle. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}And if she{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s wrong, well, the
frogspawn still needs counting.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Before Edmund could reply
she had slipped like a snake out of his arms, curled herself around his leg and
taken his cock in her mouth.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri58{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Whatever Edmund had been going to say died forgotten in his throat. The feel of
the fairy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s little lips closing around the bulging head of
his cock and squeezing it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth paralysed
every nerve of his body with delight. She eased the pressure on it and rolled
it around her tongue, then peered up at Edmund with the shaft of his cock disappearing
into her mouth. Anxious eyes asked the question she could not ask with her mouth
stopped by his cock.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri58{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28
\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Oh Peebee,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 Edmund groaned, "That's fantastic
, but... I mean... Do you want to do that?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri58{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
She nodded, sliding his cock back and forth in her mouth as a result. Edmund wasn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t going to argue. With a sigh of utter satisfaction he set
the back of his head against the wall behind him and closed his eyes.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri58{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
The little fairy sucked, nibbled and blew his cock while her little hands stroked
its shaft and ticked the balls in their little bag beneath it. Heat gathered between
his legs and he felt something like molten lava crawl a little way up inside his
cock, which was bigger and stiffer than it had ever been.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri58{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28
\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Peebee, I'm going to pee," he said warningly. The little fairy
turned her face up to him, her eyes smiled knowingly and she sucked harder.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Peebee
," he said desperately, clenching the muscles in his prick to hold the wee in.
The wee fought back as the fairy nibbled with little teeth at the bulb at the end
of his cock. Something popped most deliciously inside it and a squirt of boiling
wee shot into the fairy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s mouth. Another followed as Edmund
moaned and quivered and the fairy sucked eagerly. A vast wave of delight cascaded
though Edmund and slowly seeped away leaving him feeling wonderfully content.
The fairy's busy tongue wiped away the last dribble of wee from the end of his cock
, the sensation almost too much to bear.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh, Peebee," he groaned. That she should let him wee in her mouth
seemed unbelievable.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
let his shrinking cock fall from her mouth, swallowed, licked her lips and grinned
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 My king is pleased?"\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Peebee, that was fantastic. For me. How could you do a thing like
that? I mean.... Well... Won't it make you ill, or something? My pee?"\par}
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy's smiled deepened to something unfathomable. Gracefully she uncoiled from
his leg and flowed almost like smoke back into his arms where she snuggled like
a cat.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Has my king not known that before?"\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 What? My cock in a girl's mouth? Gracious, no."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "No
, my king. Has my king not known orgasm before?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Orgwhat?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
giggled in his arms, her face alight with delight. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}May Peaseblossom
explain?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I wish you would."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy grew serious. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}When my king first came to Narnia he
was a mere boy. Now he is becoming a true Son of Adam. It is the role of a Son
of Adam to place seed in a Daughter of Eve so that she bears a child. The seeds
of a child are made here,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} She reached down and gently stroked
the bag between his legs containing the two balls. "And placed into the daughter
of Eve through this.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} A tender hand caressed his cock.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Oh
. You mean... that was seeds of a child... I squirted into your mouth?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes, my king. Not wee at all."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Then will a child... Grow in you?"\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s face lit with gaiety. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}No, my king.
You squirt your seed in a Daughter of Eve{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s mouth purely for
pleasure. If you desire a child you must squirt it here.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}
She took his hand by surprise and pressed it between her legs. It was so unexpected
that Edmund froze, extraordinarily aware of the shape of the soft mound split by
the crack beneath his hand. Holding his hand against her sex with one of her own
she carefully sorted through his fingers with the other, separated out the middle
one and pressed into the cleft.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Daughters
of Eve have a vagina instead of a penis,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} she explained. {
\lang5129\u8220\'93}My king{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s finger is at the entrance to my
vagina. If he wishes to press a little he will enter me."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Unbelieving
, Edmund pressed and felt his finger slip though a tight hole into warm, moist billows
of soft flesh. He worked it into the fairy until his palm was pressed against
her cleft and he could go no further, although he had met no obstruction inside.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "And
my cock, my... what do you call it?{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Correctly
it is your penis, my king, but being an item of great importance to both men and
women it has many names, among them phallus, cock, prick, willy, John Doe, sex
organ, male member. The vagina, too, has many names. To your sisters it is probably
their fanny. Cunt is a popular appellation, though considered uncouth by many.
{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
the solemn teacher was a new persona Edmund found rather unsettling, particularly
as he still had his finger up her vagina, fanny or cunt. It was also rather unsettling
to consider his sisters having the same.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "So
to plant my seed in a girl my... penis... has to go in her...vagner?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Vagina, my king. Yes. When fully inserted in her vagina the penis
can deliver the seed practically into her womb, where conception takes place and
the baby grows. At birth the baby exits the womb through the vagina and thus enters
the world."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Gosh," Edmund remarked rather lamely. For months he}\u8217\'92{\lang2057
d been wondering about it, and had now run full tilt into an encyclopaedia. }\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Er.... Can I..... I mean..... Can I put my penis in your vagina,
Peaseblossom?"\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy was looking down at his hand between her thighs, holding it there with both
her own hands as he gently explored the soft pillows of warm, moist flesh inside
her vagina. For her to be silent was unusual and Edmund was wondering how he could
unsay what he{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d said when she replied softly, "If my king wishes
, of course he may. Yet he should know that Peaseblossom cannot bear him a child
for she is not a true Daughter of Eve. And Peaseblossom would say," she added
reluctantly, "That her vagina is meant for small pricks, like Peter Pan. Her king
's much bigger prick would cause her pain, and so make her task of pleasuring him
more difficult. Peaseblossom's mouth, though, is ready and eager to pleasure her
king at his command. And she has another orifice she would be pleased to make
available to him for his pleasure, should the mood take him."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He
could understand the part about her vagina. The inside of it was soft and pliable
but the entrance to it in her crevice was tight around the base of his finger,
which was far smaller than his cock. His penis, he corrected himself. As he had
never heard the word {\lang5129\u8216\'91}orifice{\lang5129\u8217\'92} before he
had no idea what that part of her statement meant.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 If it would hurt you I won't do it,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 he promised
, kissing the top of her head and ignoring the sudden and powerful temptation to
use his kingly power on her and do it anyway, just because he could. He felt the
tiny creature relax a little in his lap.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 What was that other word?" he asked. "Orgo something."\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Orgasm
, my king. It is nature{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s way of rewarding the man for placing
his seed in a Daughter of Eve, or at least for expressing it. Creation is blind
to what actually happens to it once it leaves the penis. Daughters of Eve, too
, experience orgasm, to encourage them to be willing to receive the seed. It is
a wonderful experience."\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
wondered if the little fairy was speaking from experience or just quoting from
the encyclopaedia again but suddenly shied away from asking. He had an uncomfortable
feeling that if he did he might uncover a different Peaseblossom to the one he
was used to.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "I
see. Will this give you one?" He wiggled his finger inside her. She giggled.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 No, my king. But it is not unpleasant. If my king wishes to take
the trouble Peaseblossom will teach him how to give her, and any Daughter of Eve
, an orgasm with the deft use of his finger, but she thinks now would not be the
proper time. My king should be back in his chamber lest he be missed.}\u8221\'94
{\lang2057\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It
was true that if Peter or Susan should visit him in his chambers, a rare but occasional
event, his absence when Tarttak had not seen him leave would lead to difficult
questions and the probably uncovering of the secret passages. On previous occasions
Peaseblossom had shown herself to have an uncanny knowledge of when it would be
safe for him to leave his apartments and when he should return, so he didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t ignore her hint. Reluctantly he slipped his finger out of her vagina
, and they disentangled themselves.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "Can
, er, we come up here again?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he asked shyly as he struggled
back into his clothes and the little fairy hovered nearby waiting for him to do
up her buttons.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 "If
my king wishes," she agreed happily. Edmund had no doubt she knew what he wanted
to climb to the top of the tower with her for. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}But does
my king not think he would be more comfortable, and that there might be a lot more
fun to be had, if Peaseblossom just visited him in his bed?"\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 After
a moment's thought, King Edmund did.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
7\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 High
King Peter of Narnia was restless.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
knew he had no business being restless. In the month since his and Susan\u8217\'92
s return from the seaside she had, as promised, wanked him off once a week while
the fairy Peaseblossom visited his bed unpredictably but reasonably often to take
his prick in her mouth and play with it until he squirted his semen down her throat
. As a result the powerful pressures and tensions of the Spring when he\u8217\'92
d had no option but to wank himself off by hand were not there, but he was still
unsatisfied.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
wanted more from his elder sister, of course. It would be so much more...... satisfying
... if she were to kneel naked before him as she stroked and caressed the seed
from his prick, so that he could feast his eyes on her swelling breasts, her smooth
flanks and that bush of hair between her thighs as she ministered to him. How
much better if he could squirt his seed at her as it jetted from him? How much
more fun to watch the hot sticky cream splash onto her breasts rather than have
to scramble to smother it in a rag and pretend it wasn\u8217\'92t really there.
How incredible it would feel if his sister took him into her mouth as Peaseblossom
did.....\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 No,
that was out of the question. There was no way on earth he could imagine his sister
doing a thing like that. It would not even occur to her that it could be done.
As for her appearing naked before him, when she did come to wank him she was always
dressed forbiddingly from the chin to her shoes. At the back of his mind he suspected
that if he were to ask she would take her clothes off, and maybe even allow him
to touch her breasts and explore that groove between her legs for she had said
she would do the kinds of things a girlfriend would do for him, but it was clear
from the tension in her stance and the look of dismay she could not keep from her
eyes as she handled his prick that she hated doing even that and so her brother
nobly refrained from asking anything more of her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
problem was that he could not drive from his mind the memory of his seed exploding
from his prick into the Queen of the Dryads\u8217\'92 cunt as he stood between
her legs, and how much more satisfying that had been than anything his sister or
Peaseblossom did for him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
had considered trying it with Peaseblossom. As the little fairy lay curled at his
side in his bed, her little head on his stomach and his prick in her mouth, she
never seemed to mind him stoking her naked body, toying with the pimple-nipples
on her flat chest and probing with a finger between her legs. It was plain, though
, that she was far too small for him to fuck properly. Not only because the top
of her head hardly reached the level of his own nipples if she stood beside him
but because he could barely get his finger into her tiny vagina, and his prick
was much larger.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 No,
the problem was that he wanted to do it properly to somebody, only there wasn\u8217
\'92t anybody to do it to.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
was Susan who insisted that an attempt be made to maintain the education of the
twins, and while she did spend time with them trying to teach what had been her
better subjects at school Peter had been told off by his elder sister to try to
impart to them the subjects in which he had been better or more advanced. These
included Latin and Algebra, neither of which anyone found particularly enjoyable
. Nevertheless at the appropriate time one wet, muggy afternoon his talking-badger
valet tapped lightly on the door to his sitting room and announced in solemn tones
, \u8220\'93Her Majesty, Queen Lucy.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
\u8217\'92s little sister walked into his room and Peter almost gasped as if he
had been kicked in the stomach by a Centaur.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was wearing a summer frock just as she might have done in England. After nearly
a year of heavy, elegant and beautiful but exceedingly modest medieval fashion
it seemed almost indecent. Short-sleeved and with a round cut neck it fell sheer
to her waist and then blossomed over her hips into light flounces which fell only
to her knees below which her legs were bare.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Goodness,\u8221\'94 Peter exclaimed. His little sister did a delighted pirouette
before him, sending the skirt spinning out and revealing quite a bit of upper leg
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Like it?\u8221\'94 she crowed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Well,\u8221\'94 said Peter, still slightly breathless. \u8220\'93It takes some
getting used to. Where on earth...?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Peaseblossom made it,\u8221\'94 Lucy explained, smoothing down the still-swinging
skirt. \u8220\'93She asked me what dresses were like in England and I tried to
describe them. And she came up with this. Good, isn\u8217\'92t it?\u8221\'94\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Certainly is,\u8221\'94 Peter agreed. \u8220\'93Has Susan seen it?\u8221\'94
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
gave a mock grimace. \u8220\'93Not yet. Peaseblossom suggested I try it out on
you first.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I think Susan\u8217\'92ll be quite jealous,\u8221\'94 Peter assured her. \u8220
\'93It looks nice and cool.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93It is. And it\u8217\'92s soooo nice to have my legs free again.\u8221\'94
To illustrate the point she did a little leg-kicking dance which sent the skirt
swirling and revealed flashes of smooth, soft white thigh beneath.\tab \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
little sister, Peter reflected, was a month or so short of twelve. When they had
arrived in Narnia she had just turned eleven and he had not noticed the changes
the intervening period had wrought. Then she had been short and a bit of a tub
, not fat exactly but definitely tubby; her legs had been podgy, too, so that her
socks refused to stay up, and her hair had been cut like a boy\u8217\'92s. Now
as she posed before him so that he could admire her new dress he realised that
she was, or at any rate seemed, a foot taller and if she was still well-fleshed
it would be unkind to call her tubby. Her hair now flowed down past her shoulders
and was held back from her face by a ribbon, her neck seemed somehow longer, from
somewhere she had acquired a slight waist and her legs were distinctly shapely,
if still perhaps a little short. In addition, he noticed with a sudden bump of
the heart, the smooth material of the dress across her front revealed two faint
but distinct little mounds on her chest where older girls had breasts.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I\u8217\'92m sure Peaseblossom will make her one like this if she wants,\u8221
\'94 Lucy said cheerfully, crossing to her usual chair. Peter\u8217\'92s heart
bumped again as he saw in her movements and the way she unconsciously arranged her
dress around her legs before sitting on it that she was very much a girl, that
the same gulf had opened between him and his younger sister that existed between
him and her elder. \u8220\'93Where\u8217\'92s Edmund?\u8221\'94 she asked a little
crossly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
twin was usually late for these lessons but as there was no such thing as a clock
, let alone a wristwatch, in Narnia it was hard to chastise him for it. A team
of talking squirrels in one of the castle\u8217\'92s towers which held the biggest
bell in Narnia were supposed to sound it hourly during the day, taking their time
from a sand-glass, but as it was not a very big bell and it was easy to miss it
if you weren\u8217\'92t listening for it, there had been no way of knowing exactly
how long the glass actually took to empty and as in any case its period began each
day at sunrise, the timing of which could be a bit conjectural on a cloudy day,
time-keeping in Narnia could be somewhat hit-or-miss.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Not
that Edmund tried very hard to be on time. He made little secret that he regarded
the lessons a waste of time. In addition Peter had to concede privately to himself
that Edmund was undoubtedly quicker and cleverer than his twin sister and picked
up things much faster. Initially he had enjoyed showing it off, teasing Lucy about
her slowness and demeaning her, but with those same skills had quickly learned
that Peter did not like such behaviour at all and so had taken to learning the lesson
in half the time his twin did and then spending the rest of the period sitting
in fidgeting, sullen silence.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93He\u8217\'92ll be along,\u8221\'94 Peter said, not overjoyed by the fact. While
regularly late as though making a point Edmund was not so bold as to miss the lesson
completely. \u8220\'93Tell me, Luce,\u8221\'94 he dropped his voice conspiratorially
. \u8220\'93Are you happy here?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh yes,\u8221\'94 she exclaimed instantly. A guilty shadow passed over her
face. \u8220\'93Of course I miss Mother and Father,\u8221\'94 she added loyally
. \u8220\'93And I hope they\u8217\'92re all right. But this,\u8221\'94 she looked
around her at the room but presumably meant all of Narnia, \u8220\'93Is wonderful
.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
nodded his agreement. \u8220\'93Has Susan,\u8221\'94 he asked carefully, \u8220
\'93Talked to you about growing up, and all that.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
regarded him solemnly and nodded seriously. Peter would like to have known what
Susan had told her little sister, particularly about boys and sex, but knew better
than to ask. Knowing Susan, though, he had little doubt that it would have been
very strict when it came to having actual experience of the subject with boys.
Especially with her brothers. By getting Susan to masturbate him when she had expected
and wanted him to refuse her offer to do so he was sure he had hugely damaged the
trust and respect she had for him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I wonder when we\u8217\'92ll see Aslan again,\u8221\'94 he speculated to divert
himself from the thought.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 At
the name his little sister\u8217\'92s eyes went wide, she flushed scarlet and her
knees tightened together as though her brother had made a lunge for her lap.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 This
reaction surprised Peter, although it was undeniable that Lucy did have a special
relationship with the great lion. She had been the first to meet him, had spent
more time in his company than the rest of them and it had been her faith in him
when the rest of them had doubted that had saved them all from disaster.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93He\u8217\'92s not far away,\u8221\'94 she breathed with conviction. \u8220\'93
And he\u8217\'92s always looking after us.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
, who hadn\u8217\'92t thought much about Aslan as the Lion hadn\u8217\'92t been
seen since the Coronation, found the idea oddly disturbing. Was Aslan watching
when Susan wanked him off? Did Aslan know what he wanted to do to his elder sister
?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I\u8217\'92m sure he\u8217\'92s keeping tabs on us,\u8221\'94 he said confidently
, hoping it was no more than that. Still blushing furiously his little sister gave
him a smile which had something in the eyes that hinted at a deep secret. Puzzled
, he opened his mouth to probe her about it but at that moment the door opened with
a tap and the talking-badger announced King Edmund.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Hello. Am I late?\u8221\'94 the young King asked as though he did not know
perfectly well that he was.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
had not enjoyed Latin very much in school in England, but had discovered that a
surprising amount had stuck when he came to pass it on to his younger siblings.
After getting them working on the declension of quis with chalk on the slates which
had been made for them he relaxed in his chair and studied his little sister while
trying not to make it too obvious.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Bent
over her slate as she was the tiny mounds on her chest were invisible and her knees
were demurely together but Peter was prick-tinglingly sure he had really seen those
first hints of breasts and it was all too clear that she was very girlishly conscious
of what he thought of as the mystery between her legs. She was now head and shoulders
taller than Peaseblossom and while Lucy might be hundreds of years younger her
body was clearly moving on beyond the eternal child\u8217\'92s that was the little
fairy\u8217\'92s. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Would
his little sister\u8217\'92s vagina be bigger than Peaseblossom\u8217\'92s tiny
one? Would it be big enough for his prick to slip inside? Was there a cat in
hell\u8217\'92s chance he could find out, Peter wondered?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Quis, qua, quid, qui, quae, qua,\u8221\'94 he prompted them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
two sisters were very different people, he knew well enough. Susan had always
been ladylike, proper, eschewing rough games and anywhere she might get grubby.
Lucy had been more boyish, more willing to get into mischief, less intimidated by
rules and regulations. Had that part of her survived the transformation which
was taking place in her body or was she growing closer to Susan mentally as she
did so physically?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Cujus, cujus, cujus, quorum, quarum, quorum.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 And
in any case how the hell was he to find out? Once out of her rooms she never went
anywhere without at least Cory her Centaur at her shoulder and even in her rooms
there were always servants popping in and out on her, the wretched fawn Tumnus
fawning on her and her Maid-of-Honour Pegwyn, an owl the size of a dining-room chair
who perched on special posts built into the walls of all the rooms above head height
and ordered all the other servants about, watching over her charge with sharp,
glittering eyes.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Cui, cui, cui, quibus, quibus, quibus.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Deep
in his bones Peter suspected that whatever her big sister had told her about boys
, or even perhaps because of it, his little sister would not object to a little
harmless naughtiness with her big brother. That she would go as far as to let him
try putting his prick in her cunt he thought very unlikely. Even doing what Susan
did and wanking him to the point of making him squirt his seed would be outside
the range of harmless naughtiness she would probably accept. She would though,
he was sure, be intensely curious as to what boys had between their legs, for Peter
could not imagine Susan being too explicit on the point - partly in case her little
sister should wonder how she knew - , and therefore might be willing to look at
and perhaps even handle his prick while if he pleaded innocence as to what girls
were like, as he had quite genuinely with his elder sister, she might be willing
to let him take a peek at her little breasts and perhaps slip a finger between
her legs and into her hole.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Quem, quam, quid, quos, quas, qua.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
only time, though, that he could hope to be with her for long enough to lure her
into a little naughtiness without the risk of interruption, was later in the evening
when the servants had withdrawn after preparing their charges for bed. Unfortunately
, visiting his little sister then would undoubtedly be a cause for gossip in the
servants\u8217\'92 quarters as he would have to pass Cory at least to gain access
to Lucy\u8217\'92s rooms, while Aldur his Centaur would come loyally with him and
wait outside Lucy\u8217\'92s rooms with Cory for as long as he was inside, which
was as good as telling the world, and especially Susan, where he was.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Quo, qua, quo, quipus, quibus, quibus.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Done that,\u8221\'94 Edmund announced pointedly. Lucy\u8217\'92s chalk was
still scratching on her slate.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Cohortem ibi collocavit ne quis flumen transiret,\u8221\'94 Peter said to his
younger brother. Edmund frowned into the middle distance. \u8220\'93The army
there gathers in case the river is crossed over,\u8221\'94 he slowly pieced together
. Peter, who knew he could not have done as well at eleven, felt a grudging admiration
towards his little brother and liked him even less because of it. He shot a glance
at Lucy\u8217\'92s slate, upside down.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Edmund,\u8221\'94 he said. \u8220\'93I\u8217\'92m going to spend a little time
with Lucy on quis and quod. You can stay if you want, or go.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh, I\u8217\'92ll go then. I\u8217\'92ve got something to do,\u8221\'94 the
boy said. \u8220\'93See you tomorrow.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Hateful beast,\u8221\'94 Lucy scowled as her twin walked quickly from the room
. Peter, who didn\u8217\'92t disagree, moved into the chair vacated by Edmund and
shifted it closer so as to be next to his little sister.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Don\u8217\'92t worry, we\u8217\'92ll have you better at Latin than him,\u8221
\'94 he promised, though what good that would do her he couldn\u8217\'92t imagine
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Steadfastly
he worked with her on the indefinite pronoun - nominative, genitive, dative, accusative
and ablative, masculine, feminine and neuter, and could not help but notice that
his masculinity responded to her femininity. He was so close to her that he could
smell her, he was sure - a faint but exciting tang beneath the rosewater used lavishly
throughout the castle. When she bent over the slate in her lap he could sneak peaks
down the front of her frock and was sure he could glimpse in the shadows the low
swellings on her chest that held such promise of things to come. Casually he draped
an arm across her shoulders and reached a finger down to the slate in her lap,
erasing with his finger-tip a wrong letter only an inch from that secret nest between
her legs. Although looking at the slate he was sure he caught a quick sideways
glance from his soror minor - little sister, he corrected himself - and a shy,
oddly knowing smile, and felt her snuggle down a little into his embrace. He wondered
what she would do if he blew in her ear.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
tap on the door had him jerk upright and whip his arm away and he saw only too
well the suppressed giggle in Lucy\u8217\'92s face as she recorded his guilty response
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Her Highness Queen Susan,\u8221\'94 the talking-badger announced solemnly.
Peter sat upright on his chair and saw the girl next to him do likewise.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Did I see Edmund on the stairs?\u8221\'94 Susan demanded as she entered the
room.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes,\u8221\'94 Peter said sheepishly. \u8220\'93I sent him away. Lucy needed
some extra help.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93You shouldn\u8217\'92t let him get away with it,\u8221\'94 Susan remarked crossly
. Then her eyes lit on Lucy. \u8220\'93What on earth are you wearing?\u8221\'94
she snapped.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Peaseblossom made it for me,\u8221\'94 Lucy explained nervously.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93That little minx!\u8221\'94 Susan clearly was not pleased although Peter could
not guess why. \u8220\'93Well, go and change. Don\u8217\'92t forget you\u8217
\'92re a Queen here. You have to dress the way people expect you to dress, not
the way you\u8217\'92d like to. I suppose I\u8217\'92d better go and see what mischief
Edmund is up to.\u8221\'94 With a sigh of the hard-done-by she swept from the
room in a swish of heavy woollen skirts.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
turned and made a face at her brother. \u8220\'93I\u8217\'92d better go and change
,\u8221\'94 she said with a sigh. Then she gave Peter a mischievous grin and stood
, her knee brushing his lightly as she did so. \u8220\'93What a pity,\u8221\'94
she said sadly. \u8220\'93I was just beginning to enjoy the lesson, too.\u8221
\'94 She followed her sister out of the room.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
Latin forgotten, Peter stared after her. Since returning from the trip to the
seaside Susan had not been herself. She had been tense and irritable, and it was
easy for him to guess the reason. She was surely not the sort of girl who would
enjoy wanking boys off and she had certainly not thought she had the sort of brother
who would take advantage of her by getting her to do it to him. As a result she
hated herself for doing it and was none too pleased with him for falling short
of her expectations. With a sigh he supposed he had better get her to stop doing
it, although it was very nice.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
, though, had surprised him. Had she appeared as usual wrapped in the heavy, unwieldy
fashions Narnia seemed to like he doubted he would have noticed, but in the light
, flimsy dress the fairy Peaseblossom had made for her the girl his little sister
was changing into had become all too apparent. And she had noticed the effect
it had made on him and played up to it. She had not minded his arm around her in
the least and he had a suspicion she was well aware he had been trying to peek
down the front of her dress and had done nothing to stop the sagging of the frock
\u8217\'92s neckline which made it possible. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
little sister, he decided, would be in no way averse to a little naughtiness, and
if he was going to stop his big sister wanking him off a little naughtiness with
his little sister would be much appreciated.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Except
that he had no idea how he was going to find the opportunity to see how much naughtiness
she was up for.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Frustrated
he rose from his chair and began pacing the room. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
had been five days since Susan had last sent that shiver of delight through him
with her cool, clever but presumably unwilling hands on his prick and Peaseblossom
hadn\u8217\'92t visited him in that time, which was an unusually long absence for
her. As a result his prick was hard nearly all the time and his blood was tingling
with the unsatisfied need to squirt his seed into something, even if it was just
a rag in his privy. He did not want to do so, though, in part because it no longer
seemed manly and in part because Peaseblossom could come to him that very night
and his prick would feel so much nicer in her mouth if he still had that honed
urgency.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King?\u8221\'94 \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
jumped and spun around. The little fairy he had been thinking of was floating in
through an inner doorway with what looked like the dress Lucy had been wearing
draped over a tiny arm.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93May I speak, my King?\u8221\'94 she asked when she saw he had his attention.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Heavens, Peaseblossom, you made me jump,\u8221\'94 Peter exclaimed. \u8220\'93
Of course you can.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93May Peaseblossom make so bold as to ask her King to speak to the High Queen
on the matter of Queen Lucy\u8217\'92s dress? Narnia has no wish to clothe her
Kings and Queens in styles they do not wish to wear. If Queen Lucy wishes to dress
as a dryad dresses, then all the creatures of Narnia wish her to dress as a dryad
dresses.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Uhhmff.\u8221\'94 On the one occasion Peter had actually seen dryads they had
been wearing a lot less than Lucy\u8217\'92s light summer dress but the memory
of that occasion, when he had squirted his seed inside the Queen of the Dryads in
Susan\u8217\'92s form, was not one he wanted to remember at that moment. His prick
, though, did and grew even more achingly hard.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I\u8217\'92ll, er, see what I can do,\u8221\'94 he said half-heartedly. He
feared that Susan in her present mood was unlikely to be shifted. As though a voice
had spoken in his mind a thought occurred to him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Peaseblossom, how did you get in?\u8221\'94 He gave voice to it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
little fairy\u8217\'92s eyebrows arched and she looked confused.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I came from Queen Lucy\u8217\'92s rooms through the door, my King,\u8221\'94
she explained.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
sorted through his thoughts. There were only two ways into his apartments that
he knew of. One was through the windows, which only small flying creatures like
fairies could use - and only Peaseblossom actually did, he realised - or through
the main door past Aldur and his valet at the very least. The windows were closed
off by shutters because of the rain, though - the castle was brightly lit by everlights
which were magic candles in sconces on the walls which burned with a clear smokeless
light and were never consumed - and anyway Peaseblossom had obviously approached
him from the inner rooms, not those with an outer wall. Had she passed through
the reception rooms, however, the talking-badger would have died before allowing
her to pass without being announced.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No, I mean how did you get to me without anyone seeing?\u8221\'94 he asked.
As far as he knew even the faerie were not able to make themselves invisible, or
pass through solid walls.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
\u8217\'92s eyes went round with concern. \u8220\'93Have I offended my King?\u8221
\'94 she wailed. \u8216\'91Forgive me. I did not mean to trespass on his privacy
.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh, Peaseblossom,\u8221\'94 Peter sighed in his exasperation and frustration
. \u8220\'93You could never offend me, and you are always welcome to see me. But
I don\u8217\'92t understand how you could get from Queen Lucy\u8217\'92s rooms
to mine without all that, \u8216\'91Does Your Majesty wish to give audience to the
fairy Peaseblossom on a matter of Her Royal Highness Queen Lucy\u8217\'92s wardrobe
?\u8217\'92 nonsense.\u8221\'94 He had intoned the plaint in the solemn tones of
the talking badger and the little fairy\u8217\'92s face lit up with delight. Like
a swallow she swooped across the distance between them, brushed around his legs
like a cat and nuzzled his rigid prick through his breeches with her nose. \u8220
\'93My King has need of his Peaseblossom, I can tell,\u8221\'94 she purred. Wilting
to the sensation Peter sighed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh Peaseblossom, not now,\u8221\'94 he groaned. \u8220\'93This might be important
. What door did you use?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The hidden door of King Gorboduck,\u8221\'94 the little fairy explained, floating
a reluctant few feet away from him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
hidden door of King Gorboduck\u8217\'92?\u8221\'94 Peter echoed in surprise.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The hidden door of King Gorboduck,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom confirmed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93What \u8216\'91hidden door\u8217\'92?\u8221\'94 Peter asked..\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The hidden door of King Gorboduck,\u8221\'94 the little fairy explained patiently
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
decided someone had to take control of the conversation.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93You mean there is a hidden door between my rooms and Lucy\u8217\'92s?\u8221\'94
he asked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93King Gorboduck\u8217\'92s,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom declared delightedly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
was distantly aware that there had been a King Gorboduck on Narnia\u8217\'92s throne
many years before. How many was a matter of some conjecture, as time in Narnia
tended to take on a somewhat liquid quality in periods when there were no Sons
of Adam or Daughters of Eve on her Throne.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Where is it?\u8221\'94 Peter asked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
seemed surprised at the question, as though not quite able to comprehend her King
not knowing something, but floated away from him as though expecting him to follow
, which he did.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
room in his suite which had as its only purpose the place where he dressed and
undressed, for formal occasions anyway, was lined with walk-in wardrobes and contained
one of the very few mirrors in Narnia, for the technology to produce float-glass
and then silver it was utterly absent. The closest equivalent was highly polished
dwarven steel but even the dwarves were hard-pressed to produce a flawless, perfectly
flat piece any larger than a small shield which was capable of remaining undistorted
by its own weight. The dressing rooms of the Royal Suites at Cair Paravel, however
, each contained a perfect, door-sized piece let into a massive marble support which
required several hours dedicated polishing each day to hold its reflective qualities
. Peter barely glanced at his as he followed the fairy into one of the room-sized
wardrobes.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Even
the back of the wardrobe was panelled with the same intricately-carved oak that
the rest of the Royal Suites were, although who was intended to appreciate it was
a mystery. Brushing aside a few garments limply hanging from their rails Peaseblossom
used an innocuous carving of a grape-laden vine like a handle and slid sideways
a panel in the back, revealing the interior of an identical wardrobe beyond.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
would be one of Lucy\u8217\'92s, Peter realised. Her apartments, filling a quarter
of the floorspace of that level of the Keep, were a mirror image of his own with
her dressing rooms abutting him just as Susan\u8217\'92s study, he suddenly appreciated
, abutted his on the other side.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
interior of Lucy\u8217\'92s wardrobe was dark and as the little fairy moved to
cross it to the door into Lucy\u8217\'92s Dressing Room, Peter stopped her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No. How to you close it?\u8221\'94 he whispered.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
pulled on the wooden vine again and the door whispered closed. Peter pulled her
back into his own rooms.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Do the other rooms have hidden doors like this?\u8221\'94 he asked, excited
but a little worried by the prospect.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No, my King,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom assured him. \u8220\'93King Gorboduck had
this one made so that he could visit the Princess without the Queen knowing.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
didn\u8217\'92t think that one through. \u8220\'93Does Lucy know about it?\u8221
\'94 he asked instead.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
little fairy gazed at him, puzzled and he realised it was unfair to expect her
to know what Lucy did or didn\u8217\'92t know. As far as Peaseblossom was concerned
, he saw, her Kings and Queens knew everything.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Have you shown it to her?\u8221\'94 He took a different tack.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No, my king.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Has she ever mentioned it?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 No,
my King.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Who else knows about it?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Fairies,\u8221\'94 she answered promptly. \u8220\'93We were here when the Queen
found out. But all else has forgotten it, I expect.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
nodded. When there were no Sons of Adam or Daughters of Eve on Narnia\u8217\'92
s Throne the great castle/palace stood empty. Even the White Witch when she held
power apparently did not use it. Any staff from a previous reign would likely
be long dead when it was brought back into use again. Only the Faerie were long
-lived enough to remember previous rulers, although only Peaseblossom actually did
, it seemed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Well,\u8221\'94 he said slowly. \u8220\'93I\u8217\'92ll have to decided what
to do about it. It might be a good thing or it might be a bad thing. I don\u8217
\'92t know yet. Can the door be locked?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No, my King.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Well, please don\u8217\'92t tell Queen Lucy about it. I want to talk to her
about it first,\u8221\'94 he said.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes, my King,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom agreed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
gave the little fairy a little cuddle but although he knew she was perfectly willing
to take his prick in her mouth and suck it until his white seed squirted down her
throat, and he was tempted to let her do it, he resisted the temptation for he
was also enjoying the tingling excitement created by the discovery of the door into
his little sister\u8217\'92s rooms - a door which offered exactly the prospects
of getting her alone that he had yearned for only a few minutes before. Doors
in Narnia had a habit of making themselves available once you realised you needed
one, he realised.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
long hours passed in ceremonial duties, with everyone trying to keep out of a black
-browed Susan\u8217\'92s way. Then, at last, night fell and Peter was able to shoo
all his body servants out of his Suite, say goodnight to Dethenor as the Centaur
took up his post outside his room, and in the loose gown he wore in his rooms creep
through the hidden door into Lucy\u8217\'92s wardrobe.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 All
seemed silent in the rooms beyond and he wondered of his little sister was already
in bed asleep. If she was he hardly had enough of an excuse to creep in and wake
her up. When he opened the door from the wardrobe to her dressing room a tiny
crack, though, the first thing he saw was Lucy herself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was dressed again in the summer-dress her big sister had taken such an unexpected
exception to, standing in front of her big mirror and twisting this way and that
to make the light material swirl around her knees while she watched her image in
the mirror, head tilted critically to one side. Then she turned around and, head
craned back over her shoulder, watched the effect on her rear. Turning back to
face herself she then ironed the front of the dress flat against her chest with
her hands and was quite clearly examining the little lumps in the cloth formed
by the tiny breasts beneath.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Hummm,\u8221\'94 she commented critically. Then she released the material and
, peering down at herself, was quite clearly trying to see how much of herself she
could see beneath the neckline. Peter watched through the crack, breathless.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Susan, I think you\u8217\'92re hateful,\u8221\'94 he heard his little sister
hiss under her breath. Then his heart stopped as she reached behind her back and
began undoing the buttons of the dress.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
, like her brother, had at least three body-servants who\u8217\'92s only function
was to do up and undo the buttons, laces and straps of her clothing, and the fact
that they were not there falling over each other and getting in each other\u8217
\'92s way as they strove to do it told Peter that she had sent them all away for
the day, along with all the others. So she was alone.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Rather
awkwardly she undid the buttons, shrugged the material off her shoulders and let
the dress fall in a soft pink cloud around her ankles. She was naked beneath it
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Ohhh,\u8221\'94 Peter breathed at the sight, half-afraid that his little sister
was going to hear his heart thumping.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 As
he watched she smoothed her hands over her tiny breasts, small, soft-looking, nipple
-tipped mounds on her chest. In truth they hardly existed at all. Susan\u8217\'92
s breasts, he knew very well, were quite distinct parts of her body, proud projections
from her chest bearing her cherry-ringed nipples as though ready to be suckled
tomorrow. Her little sister\u8217\'92s were no more than suggestions of what was
to come, little puffy promises. Gentle pads of flesh just beginning to appear
beneath the flat plane of her chest, lifting pale circular rose-bud nipples slightly
above the level of her ribs. They were next to nothing at all, yet the sight of
them made her brother\u8217\'92s blood burn.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
a dissatisfied sniff Lucy covered them with her hands and crushed them against
her chest. Then she slid her hands down her stomach, made an empty heart-shape
between the tips of her thumbs and fingertips of both hands and slid it between
her legs, framing her sex in it and studying it in the mirror. Her big brother
studied it too.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
had hair between her legs, he remembered only too well. A vertical dark moustache
of hair along the line of her slit with a thinner growth spreading out sideways
from it. Little Lucy had only a curving pad of smooth bald skin between her thighs
, deeply incised by her girlhood. The sight made her brother\u8217\'92s heart pound
uncomfortably.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
a grimace Lucy slipped her hands from between her legs and then, to Peter\u8217
\'92s amazement, she slid a finger along the crack deep between her legs and burrowed
its tip into her body. For a moment she played with herself and then took her
hand away, frowning.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Not the same,\u8221\'94 Peter heard her breath disappointedly. Not the same
as what, he wondered, amazed?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
a shrug Lucy turned away from the mirror and padded from the room towards what
Peter knew would be her bedroom. As she left the room the everlights in their sconces
dimmed in accordance with the terms of the spell that controlled them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
realised that he was standing with his prick in his hand, gently stroking it as
he recalled what he had just witnessed. His little eleven-year-old sister was
very clearly quite aware of the changes starting to take effect in her body, and
just as clearly somewhat dissatisfied that they were not happening faster. She
was obviously sexually aware, and from her responses to his attentions during the
Latin lesson earlier, was also aware and not averse to the effects her sexuality
was having on her big brother. With a crystal certainly he knew his little sister
would not stop him from examining her new breasts, would be willing to let him
explore the mystery between her legs, and would be interested in seeing, and touching
, the sex organs he had and she didn\u8217\'92t. Because he was her big brother
she would be happy to masturbate him if that what was he wanted her to do, and
if he wanted her to be naked so that he could fondle her little breasts and explore
between her legs at the same time, he was sure she would regard it as part of the
fun. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Why
his sisters should be so different he couldn\u8217\'92t imagine, but it was a difference
that went way back. Susan had always been so ladylike and correct, and he assumed
that sex for her was something sinful and dirty. Something nice girls didn\u8217
\'92t do. Lucy had always been more mischievous, less willing to be bound by rules
and restrictions. Sex for her, Peter guessed, was more a matter of naughtiness
than sin, and she had always been drawn to naughtiness like a moth to a flame.
Good old Lucy, he thought as he opened her wardrobe door wider and slipped into
the room.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Promptly
the everlights brightened for him but his sister\u8217\'92s bedroom was two rooms
away and there was no-one other than Peter to notice. Like a schoolboy sneaking
back into the dorm after a night-time raid on the tuck-shop he crept through the
empty rooms to her bedroom door, which was closed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 This
was the crucial moment. If he startled her into a scream her centaur, Cory, would
be into the room, followed by a crowd of servants and guards, within moments.
All, no doubt, would be abashed and apologetic when they discovered who it was had
startled the Queen, but Susan would inevitably come to hear of it and would, no
doubt, harbour dark suspicions as to what he was doing in Lucy\u8217\'92s rooms
. After all, he had shown himself to have no qualms about using his elder sister
for sex so to her mind it was surely only to be expected that he would have no
difficulty using his younger sister for sex also. Which of course was what he was
hoping for. But if Susan were to get to hear of it things would become very awkward
indeed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
his heart in his mouth he tapped lightly on the panels of the door and as loud
as he dared whispered, \u8220\'93Hey Lucy. It\u8217\'92s me. Peter.\u8221\'94\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 There
was no scream in response. In fact there was no reply at all. Nervously Peter
twisted the door handle and eased it open. \u8220\'93Lucy, are you awake? It\u8217
\'92s Peter.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 There
was still no answer so he opened the door far enough to stick his head around it
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
was sitting up in the middle of her huge bed, gazing wide-eyed at the door in alarm
. When she recognised her brother, however, the alarm turned to amazement.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Peter,\u8221\'94 she gasped. \u8220\'93What do you want? How did you get in
?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
slipped around the door and closed it behind him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93There\u8217\'92s a secret door, between your rooms and mine,\u8221\'94 he explained
low-voiced. \u8220\'93I only found out about it today.\u8221\'94 He padded across
the room to stand beside her bed, her eyes following him. The main lights in the
bedrooms, which responded only to their owner\u8217\'92s voice commands, were dark
but an everlight on a cabinet to each side of the bed burned brightly, bathing
the bed in golden light. Lucy, in a high-necked white-linen nightgown, had been
sitting up in bed stitching some embroidery, Peter noticed, but the frame, needle
and silks were forgotten in her hands.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I, er, wondered if you might like to continue today\u8217\'92s lesson,\u8221
\'94 he suggested. \u8220\'93But if you don\u8217\'92t... Well..., I can go
away again.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
stood beside the bed while she studied him, clearly thinking something through.
Then she grinned.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93All right,\u8221\'94 she said. \u8220\'93I think I was just beginning to get
it.\u8221\'94 She set the embroidery materials on the table beside her bed and
arranged herself sitting primly upright, a suitably studious expression on her
face, waiting.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
slid onto the bed next to her and tentatively put an arm around her shoulders.
She snuggled up to him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Er, quis, qua, quid, qui, quae, qua,\u8221\'94 he suggested unsteadily.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Quis, qua, quid, qui, quae, qua,\u8221\'94 she echoed obediently, but with a
little giggle at the end.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Gently
he blew in her ear. She snuggled a little deeper into his arm. Coming at last
to accept what he suspected his little sister already had, he give up on the Latin
and gently kissed her ear.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 At
that Lucy giggled and snuggled again. Crossing a Rubicon of his own Peter moved
to kiss her on the mouth while at the same time boldly caressing her chest beneath
the linen nightgown she was wearing.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
located the little bulging softness of her breast and stroked it, and she let him
. Asserting himself he pressed her back against her pillows and kissed her mouth
, cheeks and nose, exploring her little breasts with his fingertips while she kissed
him back and put her arms around his neck, a posture which perhaps not accidentally
forced some more little-girl flesh into the tiny mounds of her breasts beneath
the thick cloth under his hands.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Maintaining
the gentle kiss he let go of his little sister\u8217\'92s breast and slid his hand
down her flanks to where her body disappeared beneath the sheets and blankets of
her bed. Almost imperceptibly he felt her body move beneath his hand as though
inviting him to continue but in the tangle of cloth around her waist he could go
no further.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Will
you take your nightdress off?\u8221\'94 he breathed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93All right,\u8221\'94 Lucy agreed after keeping him waiting a moment.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
released her, hunkering back on the bed to give her room as she wriggled the long
garment up around her legs and hips beneath the blankets and then up her trunk
and arms. For a moment she was sitting pulling it over her head with her arms up
, her face swathed in the material and her posture revealing her little puffy breasts
clear on her chest. Then she fought herself free of the material and threw it
onto the floor beside the bed, turning to face her big brother, naked to the hips
in the bed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Gosh, you are beautiful, Lucy,\u8221\'94 Peter breathed, admiring her nudity
frankly. She grinned, clearly pleased.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I\u8217\'92ve begun to grow,\u8221\'94 she pointed out, thrusting her little
breasts at him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93So I see,\u8221\'94 Peter agreed, taking them into his hands.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was clearly enjoying having him fondle them, as was he, but he wanted already to
move on. To explore what she had between her legs. But he still wasn\u8217\'92
t sure his little sister was prepared to go that far. Gathering her into one arm
again he resumed kissing her, and after a moment slid the hand which had been exploring
her little breasts down her stomach to the barrier of bedclothes rumpled around
her waist. When she didn\u8217\'92t react to that he burrowed beneath the sheets
and rested his hand uncertainly in the cup of her lap. Beneath his fingers he
could feel the soft rise of the cushion of flesh between her legs and even the very
beginnings of the cleft that ran between them, but the valley itself was closed
by the press of her thighs as she sat.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93You can if you want,\u8221\'94 his little sister breathed under his kiss, and
opened her legs to give him access.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Breathless
and with a pounding heart he eased his finger down the groove and into the warm
, moist tangle of flesh within it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 In
the shadows of the dell of the Dryads festival he had not been able to see what
lay between the Dryad Queen\u8217\'92s legs and his prick had been guided to the
hole within this maze by her fingers while he had not thought to explore between
her legs with his own. In his pavilion in the beach beside the bay his big sister
had sat back on a table and unwillingly spread her legs for him, allowing him to
see a girl\u8217\'92s genitals because, as King, he had a right to know such things
. Susan would never in a million years, though, allow him to touch her there, he
suspected. But now his little sister\u8217\'92s sex was open to him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 All
else forgotten he explored her with acutely sensitive fingertips, gently rolling
the folds of flesh aside to find the floor of the cleft, toying with the tiny finger
of skin like a little penis which half covered it and, with amazement, discovering
between two warm, moist flaps of flesh, the rim of the well which penetrated into
her body. Unbreathing he explored its edges with his fingertip and then slowly
, gingerly, inserted it into his little sister\u8217\'92s body.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93That\u8217\'92s my vagina,\u8221\'94 she breathed, her own voice slightly unsteady
. \u8220\'93My cunt,\u8221\'94 she added shyly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8216
\'91Cunt\u8217\'92 to Peter was an extremely rude word, yet if his little sister
chose to use it in relation to the one she owned who was he to chastise her, particularly
while he was carefully easing his finger into it, which was itself an extremely
rude thing to do.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Little
Lucy\u8217\'92s cunt could easily accommodated the full length his finger with
room to spare, he discovered. Around the rim it was hard, almost bony, but inside
it soft pillows of hot, wet girl-flesh pressed softly against his finger yet gave
willingly if he pressed back. The cunt of the Queen of the Dryads had accommodated
his prick in exactly the same manner, and the sensations that had woken in his
prick had been unbelievable. The same sensations, he knew, would be given to his
prick by the soft embrace of his little sister\u8217\'92s cunt were it to go there
, but that, surely was out of the question. Of course Lucy would never allow that
, and even if she did he, as her elder brother, knew it would be very, very wrong
for him to put it there.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
a vast disappointment at the realisation he began gently sliding his finger in
and out of his little sister\u8217\'92s cunt, heard her gasp with delight and felt
her melt in his arm. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Even
what he was doing was very, very wrong, he felt sure. Susan would never permit
him to slid a finger into her cunt and Susan, being older, more correct and a whole
lot more responsible than her younger sister, was a much better guide as to what
was and what wasn\u8217\'92t proper. He was responsible for Lucy and even if
she didn\u8217\'92t mind his finger poking up her cunt he most certainly should.
With regret he decided to stop but at exactly the same moment his little sister
suddenly reached out, slid her hand beneath his gown and took his prick in her hand
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh,\u8221\'94 he grunted, very nearly ejaculating over her hand in response.
Lucy giggled. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Isn\u8217\'92t it funny,\u8221\'94 she observed, carefully exploring his prick
\u8217\'92s length and rigidity with her little fingers just as he was exploring
her vagina\u8217\'92s depth and softness. \u8220\'93What\u8217\'92s it like, having
one of these?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Er.\u8221\'94 He paused, nonplussed by the question. \u8220\'93It\u8217\'92
s not always stiff like that. Mostly it\u8217\'92s floppy and soft, and doesn\u8217
\'92t get in the way. When it goes stiff it\u8217\'92s a bit of a nuisance, though
.\u8221\'94 \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93And it goes stiff so it can go into a girl\u8217\'92s cunt,\u8221\'94 she observed
rhetorically.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Er, yes.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93So it wants to go into mine?\u8221\'94 she asked innocently.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Well, yes,\u8221\'94 Peter said helplessly. \u8220\'93But..., well..., I mean
. You\u8217\'92re so young still. And you\u8217\'92re my sister.\u8221\'94\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Ah.\u8221\'94 His sister was gently stroking fire into his prick as his finger
probed her hot, wet insides. \u8220\'93Can I see it?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Er, well, yes. I don\u8217\'92t see why not,\u8221\'94 he almost gasped.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 As
they were semi-reclining each only had one hand free and Peter\u8217\'92s was between
his little sister\u8217\'92s legs as hers was fondling his prick beneath his gown
. Reluctantly Peter slid his finger out of Lucy and opened his gown, exposing her
prick to her view. After a moment she slid her head down his chest as though for
a closer view. Then she slid further and took his prick in her mouth just as she
had seen her mother do to her father the night she had been conceived.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh, Luce,\u8221\'94 her big brother groaned, unable to resist the sensation
of her tongue and lips around the helmet of his prick.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Gently
, as though giving a King\u8217\'92s blessing, he laid his hands on his little sister
\u8217\'92s head as she lay it in his lap, her mouth busy on his prick much as Peaseblossom
\u8217\'92s little fairy mouth did. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh, Luce. I\u8217\'92m coming,\u8221\'94 he gasped after a very few moments
of this.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
little sister paused, not quite understanding what he meant. Then the stiff rod
in her mouth jerked and gout after hot gout of fluid squirted against her tongue
and throat.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
recognised the taste for she had tasted Aslan\u8217\'92s sperm and realised that
her brother was delivering his seed into her mouth as Aslan had delivered his into
her womb. That he would do so surprised her for a moment, but then with a woman
\u8217\'92s intuition realised that a man has very little control over the delivery
of his seed and that by stimulating it with her mouth she had caused it to happen
whether he wanted it to or not.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
had caused it to happen, she thought again as she held her head still and received
her big brother\u8217\'92s ejaculation into her mouth. A great swell of pride
and triumph filled her at the realisation. She was the cause of it. She could
feel that her big brother, the High King and four vast years older than she, was
for that moment in her control, her pawn, and it made her feel good.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
thing in her mouth stopped spurting, although it continued twitching and she could
feel his seed still oozing from it onto her tongue. Holding her lips closed around
the shaft of her brother\u8217\'92s prick she manoeuvred the slimy globs of his
seed into one pool at the back of her throat and swallowed it, then sucked the
dregs still oozing from its tip. As she did she felt the boy nearly swoon with
delight at the sensation. She could do this. Little half-grown, eleven-year-old
her could do this for her big, brave brother, ruler of Narnia. Did Susan do it
as well, she wondered? And did she do it better? And did she do the other thing
as well? The thing Aslan had taught her?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
fire her brother had lit between her legs with his finger was still simmering and
the boy was laying panting on her bed. His prick in her mouth was still rock-hard
, so she cleaned the last dribble of his seed from its tip with her tongue and then
lifted her mouth off it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh good gracious, Lucy,\u8221\'94 he breathed. \u8220\'93That was fantastic
. But what made you.....? How could you....? Who taught you....?\u8221\'94\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Those
were awkward questions to answer for she did not want to admit having been fucked
by Aslan already, or to what she had seen in their parent\u8217\'92s bedroom.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Girls know about these things,\u8221\'94 she said archly and obliquely.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Well. Gosh,\u8221\'94 Peter breathed. \u8220\'93But Susan...\u8221\'94\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
paused and Lucy waited, anguished, for him to continue. Desperate to know what
Susan.... Did she know better ways for him of doing what Lucy had just done? Or
did she do more? Did she do IT?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Of
course she did, Lucy decided. Her big sister was more than half-way to becoming
a woman, and would do IT with her brother. They were the elders, pathfinding the
way into adulthood for themselves and their younger siblings, and IT was certainly
a part of being an adult. But she could do it too. She knew she could because
she had. With Aslan. She wanted her big brother to know she could do it, and
there was only one way to do that.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 In
a single movement she slipped her lower half from between the sheets and, as her
big brother\u8217\'92s eyes widened with surprise, she straddled him, took his
prick in her fingers and held it steady as she lowered herself onto it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 As
her cunt swallowed it the constellation of stars inside her popped like sparks just
as Aslan\u8217\'92s prick had done to it. Then she felt her weight settle across
the boy\u8217\'92s hips, the patch of rough hair that surrounded the base of his
prick just like his father\u8217\'92s pressed against the bald curve of her body
and her brother\u8217\'92s stiff rod pulsed and twitched like a little animal inside
her. Oh, but it felt good there.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Lucy,\u8221\'94 Peter gasped beneath her. \u8220\'93What are you doing? We
can\u8217\'92t do this. I\u8217\'92m your brother.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
began gently rising and falling on his prick, bathing in the cascade of popping
stars each stroke woke in her cunt.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Don\u8217\'92t you want me to?\u8221\'94 she asked, bemused and unable to stop
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93It\u8217\'92s not that,\u8221\'94 he gasped, holding her by the waist and beginning
to match her movements, sliding his prick up and down inside her. \u8220\'93In
fact it\u8217\'92s wonderful. But we shouldn\u8217\'92t. Not brother and sister
.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Who says,\u8221\'94 Lucy asked, beginning to pant as the shimmering popping
of stars in her cunt began to coalesce into the beginnings of an explosion like
the one Aslan\u8217\'92s lion prick in her cunt had caused. \u8220\'93If it\u8217
\'92s all right to do it with Susan.....\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93What?\u8221\'94 The genuine surprise and shock in his voice told her the instant
truth. He didn\u8217\'92t do this with Susan. They didn\u8217\'92t do IT.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 I thought
...\u8221\'94 she panted, but she couldn\u8217\'92t stop. The need to trigger the
explosion her brother\u8217\'92s prick was priming in her cunt was too great.
Desperately she pumped up and down on him, aware of a hot wetness like pee but which
wasn\u8217\'92t pee flooding from her cunt and presumably flowing down his prick
. Peter was groaning, thrusting his prick up and down in her just as she lumped
up and down on him while his hands on her waist were holding her so highly it almost
hurt. In fact it did hurt, but the hurt was almost unbearably sweet, soaking into
the explosion as it built and adding to the pending cataclysm.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Ohmygosh\u8217\'92\u8221\'94 her big brother groaned, suddenly arching his back
and lifting his little sister clear off the bed. His prick seemed to spear even
deeper into her and she felt a sudden hot squirt of yet more of his seed, this
time deep in her insides. The tiny tickle of the squirt seemed to hit the button
of her explosion and it detonated inside her. Vast, hot waves of pure pleasure
surged out of her cunt, wracking her from her toes to her fingertips. As her brother
\u8217\'92s prick pulsed in her cunt it was like being pounded by a hot, red bubble
of pleasure, almost unbearably sweet. The explosion within her was too vast to
contain and she felt a great squeal build within her, and realised that if she
gave voice to it she would have everyone in the castle flooding into the room to
save her from murder, only to find her willingly impaled on her brother\u8217\'92
s prick. Unable to stop it she threw herself forward onto her brother\u8217\'92
s body and pressed her mouth to his in a kiss that seemed to blow the top off her
head.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Slowly
she surfaced in a warm, languid sea of pleasure. She was lying on top of her big
brother, she realised, with his arms around her and his prick slightly soft and
wetly still within her. She could feel that her thighs were soaked and where they
touched Peter\u8217\'92s were slimy and sticky. She could smell her sex, sharp
and almost sickly. She was breathing heavily and her big brother\u8217\'92s chest
against her little breasts was still heaving with his exertions. She had done
IT with him when he hadn\u8217\'92t done it with Susan, and he had told her that
brother and sister shouldn\u8217\'92t do it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
was true that Aslan had told her that the prick of any boy would feel as good in
her as his had. Come to that he had said that the pricks of horses and dogs would
feel just as good in her as well, but he hadn\u8217\'92t mentioned brothers. Perhaps
she had done something terrible after all. Something Peter had obviously wanted
to do with her, but had been holding back from, denying himself because brothers
did not do it with their sisters. Something he and Susan wanted to do but didn
\u8217\'92t, because brother and sister didn\u8217\'92t do it. Perhaps that was
why things were so strained between them, for in Narnia they had no-one to be their
boy-friend or girl-friend in the usual way. They only had each other, but they
couldn\u8217\'92t have each other. And now she had done it with her brother, and
it had been her fault.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Why shouldn\u8217\'92t brother and sister do it?\u8221\'94 she breathed. \u8220
\'93What\u8217\'92s going to happen to us?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
big brother had his arms around her and was holding her to him. His prick was
still inside her, growing soft, but still inside her. Both felt good. Peter sighed
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I don\u8217\'92t know,\u8221\'94 he admitted. \u8220\'93Just before we left
London...\u8221\'94 He paused as they both remembered that parting, and felt the
fear of the unknown that had happened since. \u8220\'93Father had a talk with
me. About girls. And about you and Susan. He told me that I might come across
girls who would be willing to do things only married people are supposed to do.
But I was not to do it with them, because they had to be bad girls and only trouble
would come of it. And that I was responsible for you and Susan, and to make sure
that you were protected from boys who, well, who might try to lure or trick you
into behaving badly. I think Mother had the same kind of talk with Susan, and
if Susan knew we had done this... Well, she\u8217\'92d be livid. And quite rightly
.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
was thoughtfully silent. She had not had any such lecture from her mother, but
of course she had been so much younger then. Just a child. And of course their
mother and father would both have assumed the two elder children would take responsibility
for their younger twin siblings.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes,\u8221\'94 she said slowly. \u8220\'93But why is it extra wrong between
brother and sister?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
felt her brother shrug beneath her. \u8220\'93I don\u8217\'92t know,\u8221\'94
he breathed. She thought for a moment he was going to leave it there, but then
he added. \u8220\'93Do you remember Roland Paul-Moreland?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
did, vaguely. The boy had been one of Peter\u8217\'92s school-friends who had
occasionally visited them in their London house before the war.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8216
\'91Roland had an elder brother,\u8221\'94 Peter went on. \u8220\'93And a sister
who was older than him. Well, apparently one day their mother discovered Roland
\u8217\'92s brother and sister in the stables, doing what we just did. And there
was trouble. Big trouble. The sister was sent to live with an Aunt in India and
Roland\u8217\'92s brother was whipped, and I mean whipped, by their father within
an inch of his life. So Roland said.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes. But why?\u8221\'94 Lucy insisted. \u8220\'93Why is it so terrible?
I mean, it didn\u8217\'92t feel terrible, did it?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No,\u8221\'94 Peter agreed reluctantly. \u8220\'93It felt terrific.\u8221\'94
Lucy felt her brother\u8217\'92s prick twitch appreciatively within her. \u8220
\'93I think... I don\u8217\'92t know, but I think... that if a brother and a sister
have a baby together there\u8217\'92s always something wrong with it. It comes
out an imbecile or has too many toes or something. Brothers and sisters doing
it is against the Bible, I think, and if they have a baby it bears the signs of
their sin. Or something.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93And besides,\u8221\'94 he added after a moment. \u8220\'93You\u8217\'92re supposed
to be a virgin on your wedding day, and do it for the first time with your husband
. On your honeymoon. I guess it would be too easy for every girl to give their
virginity to her brother, if it was allowed.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh,\u8221\'94 Lucy said in a small voice. \u8220\'93Well, it\u8217\'92s too
late for that, then.\u8221\'94 In fact she had given up her virginity to Aslan
, not her brother, but she felt she wanted to keep that a secret. \u8220\'93And
I\u8217\'92m much too young to have a baby,\u8221\'94 she added.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes.\u8221\'94 Despite his dismay Peter kissed her lightly on the nose. \u8220
\'93There\u8217\'92s that, I suppose. I hope,\u8221\'94 he added in an undertone
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I am,\u8221\'94 she declared with conviction. \u8220\'93Susan and I have talked
about it. A little. So,\u8221\'94 she said slowly, snuggling down onto his chest
and giving his soft prick in her cunt a little squeeze with muscles she hadn\u8217
\'92t realised she had until they had something to squeeze against. \u8220\'93You
don\u8217\'92t want to do it to me again?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh Luce,\u8221\'94 the boy groaned. \u8220\'93It isn\u8217\'92t that I don\u8217
\'92t want to. I just don\u8217\'92t think we should.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Well,\u8221\'94 Lucy suggested. \u8220\'93How about just doing it until I get
old enough to have babies. If we stop then it\u8217\'92ll be all right. And we
can pretend it never happened and I can be a virgin on my wedding night.\u8221\'94
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93It does make me feel wonderful,\u8221\'94 her brother admitted reluctantly.
\u8220\'93Better than I have for a long time. I guess if we stop before you get
old enough to have babies it wouldn\u8217\'92t be too bad. And if no-one else
knows about it.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Well I\u8217\'92m not going to tell anyone,\u8221\'94 she declared firmly.
\u8220\'93Are you?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Not likely,\u8221\'94 her big brother agreed with feeling, the spectre of a
furious Susan lurking in the shadows.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Then that\u8217\'92s all right,\u8221\'94 said his little sister happily, pressing
her little breasts against him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I\u8217\'92d better go,\u8221\'94 Peter said reluctantly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Wouldn\u8217\'92t you like to do it again before you go,\u8221\'94 Lucy cooed
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh Luce,\u8221\'94 her brother groaned. \u8220\'93You\u8217\'92ve made me come
twice already. I\u8217\'92m not sure I can manage a third.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh!\u8221\'94 Lucy exclaimed. This was something about boys she hadn\u8217\'92
t known. \u8220\'93When will you be able to?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
a quiet laugh her brother kissed her on the nose again. \u8220\'93Tomorrow. Don
\u8217\'92t you worry,\u8221\'94 he promised. \u8220\'93Now get off me, you lump
.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
obediently rolled off him, feeling his limp prick slide out of her cunt and a trickle
of something slimy follow it to slide down inside her thighs. Peter kissed her
again and then climbed wearily off the bed. His gown hung open and his prick hung
limply from his groin, glistening with her cunt-juice. It looked happy, she thought
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93See you tomorrow,\u8221\'94 Peter promised and then padded away, doing up his
gown. Lucy stretched languidly on her bed. In a moment she would have to get
up and wash the stickiness of sweat, her sex-cunt-juice and her brother\u8217\'92
s sperm from her body in cold water from the tub in the room two doors away that
served as her bathroom but for the moment she was content to lie and let the shimmering
glow in her cunt die gently away like the embers of a camp fire, and not worry
about how she was going to find out from her virginal elder sister how she would
know when she was old enough to have babies.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang5129\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
8\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang5129\fs32\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy Peaseblossom kept to the promise she had given to King Edmund of Narnia in
the White Tower. She did come to him in his bed, and they did have a lot of fun
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
didn\u8217\'92t come every night and, like the tooth-fairy, never until he was
asleep. Most often he would wake up aware of a tiny, warm, naked body curled up
beneath the sheets at his hip and a little mouth eagerly embracing his penis.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Sometimes
he wouldn\u8217\'92t move at all, except perhaps to fondle the fairy\u8217\'92s
sharp little shoulder or busy little head, until his orgasm had squirted his seed
into the fairy\u8217\'92s sweet little mouth after which he would contentedly drift
off back to sleep. If, though, he felt the need to wriggle beneath the sheets
to join her the fairy would make no objection to his sliding a finger into her tight
little vagina, stroking, caressing and kissing her little body all over, assured
him that few girls would object to his kissing their genitals and putting his tongue
in their cunts and taught him how to locate and then tickle the little bud, which
she informed him was her clitoris, until she orgasmed like a firework. And she
introduced him to her other orifice.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 This
initially shocked and bemused Edmund, but he had to admit that the sight by dimmed
everlight of the little fairy squatting over his thighs and bobbing up and down
with his prick going in and out of her tiny bottom was extraordinarily exciting
, and the sensation was, well, sensational.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 To
Edmund\u8217\'92s deep satisfaction it was quite obvious that neither his big brother
Peter nor his big sister Susan had any idea that he was being so naughty so often
, or even that he was aware such naughtiness existed. Lucy he didn\u8217\'92t think
about much at all. The fact that Peaseblossom spent as much time in High King
Peter\u8217\'92s bed was of course known only to Peaseblossom. In this way in
the weeks following Peter and Susan\u8217\'92s seaside trip, the White Witch drank
quite a lot of the seed of Sons of Adam, with the power and life-force in it slowly
restoring her own power.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
being Edmund he hugged the secret of the White Tower to his chest very tightly,
although the long, creepy journey through the secret passages to get to its base
, and the long, exhausting climb up its hundreds of stairs, dissuaded him from visiting
it very often. In any case the secret of the White Tower was only a small thing
when compared with the much greater secret the Fairy Peaseblossom had incidentally
revealed to him when taking him to the White Tower - the extent of the network
of secret passages themselves.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
desire to explore them thoroughly and drain them of all their secrets tugged at
him like the moon pulling the tides from the sea but he was also very wary, and
more than a little afraid, of them as the little fairy had explained that the builders
of the secret passages had included some very unpleasant traps in their construction
, intended to discourage their being used by spies, assassins or trespassers in
general. Innocuous paving slabs were finely balanced above bottomless pits, waiting
patiently through uncountable years to send the owners of unwary feet plummeting
to oblivion. Huge slabs hung poised amid the ceilings of the narrow ways, still
primed to drop with awful finality onto passers-by below who did not know the secret
of immobilising them. Innocent, straight avenues somehow converted themselves
into intricate mazes with no exits behind the backs of unsuspecting explorers and
massive doors hidden in the stone of the wall itched to slam shut behind guileless
wanderers, trapping them forever in silent, pitch-black cul-de-sacs.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Doubting
not a word of it, for such things were exactly what he would have done had he been
constructing the secret ways, Edmund discovered that the little fairy seemingly
knew them well and enlisted her as his guide. With her help was able to make some
inroads into them and find several ways to exits in other parts of the castle or
even beyond it which enabled him to escape the attentions of his minders. He was
well aware, though, that he had barely scratched the surface of what they offered
but certainly had no desire to explore them without the help of the little fairy
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Eventually
he did gain enough confidence to begin using on his own the routes he had become
sure of, with a starting point always through the walls of his own rooms. It was
on one such cautious expedition that the secret passages revealed to him another
secret.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Almost
always he and Peaseblossom entered the passage in the wall behind his Suite and
turned left, as that way led to a spiral staircase which descended to lower levels
of the Castle. There was a route to the right, though, which they had taken once
and followed to its terminus on the keep\u8217\'92s roof through a trap-door which
, from the other side, looked exactly like just another flagstone among many. Deciding
to visit the roof again for no particular reason Edmund armed himself with an everlight
, let himself through the hidden door into the panelling and turned right in the
passage behind it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
narrow corridor ran level in the thick castle wall for a distance and the turned
sharp right again to stretch ahead for quite a long way before it came to the tight
spiral which led upwards. Cautiously making his way along one of the straights
Edmund noticed a thin beam of light angling across the passage in front of him.
That light should be able to make its way into the passage from outside through
cracks or chinks in the walls was not entirely unexpected, except that Cair Paravel
\u8217\'92s masons had been so skilled that the stone blocks filled together perfectly
, and in all his other travels through the passages he had not seen another stray
ray finding its way in from the outside world. When he reached it he also realised
it was coming from an inside wall a foot or so above his head, and directly beneath
it was a low stone step like several others he had passed before and thought nothing
of. That the step enabled him to hop up high enough to actually peer through the
crack the light was coming through seemed at first a lucky coincidence. As soon
as he did so, however, he realised it was nothing of the sort.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
light was coming through the corner of a deliberately made peep-hole in the wall
. The hole had a little wooden flap intended to cover it on the inside, but this
was partially dislodged allowing the ray of light to penetrate the darkness of
the passage beyond.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Even
fully uncovered the hole was no bigger than a pea and Edmund had to press his nose
uncomfortably against the back of the wooden panelling in order to apply his eye
to it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
was looking into an empty room. Someone\u8217\'92s bedroom. A royal bedroom.
Taking his eye away from the hole he stared at the dark oak and thought hard, drawing
in his mind a plan of the keep\u8217\'92s level which held the Royal Chambers.
It was the sort of thing he was good at. It had to be Susan\u8217\'92s bedchamber
. Reapplying his eye he saw from the pretty rose decorations in all parts of the
room the he had to be correct. Rose was Susan\u8217\'92s colour just as lilac
was Lucy\u8217\'92s, royal blue was Peter\u8217\'92s and Edmund himself had, deliberately
perversely, chosen white.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
\u8217\'92s bedroom! It was early afternoon so he could not expect her to be there
, which she obviously wasn\u8217\'92t. Later, though, at bedtime he could surely
expect to see her prepare for bed?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 No,
she would do that in her dressing-room, after washing herself down in her washroom
. Did they have peep-holes, too? With his heart suddenly pounding he carefully
closed the little flap across the peep-hole, stepped down from the stone block
and began looking for others.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
did not have to look far, as he discovered that every room abutting an outside wall
had at least one peep-hole and some had several, giving a view of different parts
of the room. And as the inner rooms of the Royal Suites tended to be the public
ones, where visitors were received, meals taken or servants gathered, it was the
outer ones that were the private ones. Susan\u8217\'92s washroom, dressing-room
, study and her sewing-room all had peepholes, he discovered, as did Peter\u8217
\'92s, Lucy\u8217\'92s and even his own as he found during a complete circuit of
the level.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Back
in his Suite he looked for the peepholes into his own rooms but even knowing roughly
where they were he found them impossible to spot, so cunningly had they been hidden
amid the carved decorations and natural textures of the wood. A fresh, rather
alarming thought struck him and he slipped back into the secret passage, but a close
examination of the stone steps below the peep-holes into his rooms revealed that
they were coated with a thick layer of dust which obviously hadn\u8217\'92t been
disturbed for years.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A fierce
warm glow woke in his stomach as the opportunities offered by the discovery presented
themselves. When on his first arrival in Narnia he had temporarily sided with
the White Witch, he had been fascinated by the role played by Maugrim, her Chief
of Secret Police. All three words attracted him separately, Chief, Secret and
Police. Each was redolent with Power and put together were irresistible to him -
to know everything that was going on through spying, listening and questioning,
and to be able to use that knowledge for, well, whatever it was useful for at the
time.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
and Susan, though, would never countenance a Secret Police. He knew that perfectly
well and so, greatly handicapped, did what he could to perform the role of Secret
Policeman in secret, forever in the hope of being able to uncover and reveal some
terrible treason against them for which the would be otherwise unprepared, and
eternally grateful. So far he had been unsuccessful, but the discovery of the spyholes
surely offered great possibilities.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 They
also offered the more immediate and real opportunity for him to peek at his sisters
when they were undressing, and that was something he very much wanted to do.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 For
that, though, he had to wait until everyone went to bed, and that was still hours
away.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
killed half the afternoon by thoroughly exploring his new realm and, with the aid
of a piece of chalk, marking each of the peepholes with its identity - SB was Susan
\u8217\'92s bedroom, LD was Lucy\u8217\'92s dressing room, etc. There were no peepholes
into any of the privies, perhaps because they had not been privies when the castle
was built, merely alcoves to a room, but in looking to locate them Edmund noticed
something else that seemed very peculiar indeed. The secret passage appeared to
pass right through where they were built out of the walls. Moreover, the secret
passage also completely ignored the fact that the outside walls were pierced with
small windows at regular intervals and, when you got down to it and measured it
, was actually wider than the walls themselves where the windows penetrated them
. This seemed somewhat startling but, given that Narnia was after all a magical
kingdom and that Cair Paravel itself quite definitely had magical roots, was not
all that surprising when you thought about it. No doubt it was easier just to
build a standard castle and then add magical secret passages where you needed them
, than to do all the planning necessary to build them into the structure from the
start.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
did, though, add an addition tingle to the already troubling unease he felt whenever
he was in them, for he could not ignore the suspicion that he was in fact somewhere
else entirely.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Dinner
, the daily formal meal for the rulers of Narnia in the Great Hall, was even more
interminable than ever as Edmund eagerly counted off the hours to bed-time. Then
there was a display of scampering by talking-dog puppies which he had to intend
to admire and enjoy, he had to listen to and applaud a new song by the Court Bard
, a talking or rather singing and particularly gaudily feathered parrot, and there
was the reading of the passage from the Great Bible which Susan insisted they each
do every day, in case they might otherwise forget how to read altogether.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 They
had begun at the beginning, with Genesis 1.1 and ploughed religiously through it
, each King or Queen reading a bit each day when they were there. Edmund had let
most of it pass over his head, finding it incomprehensible even when he was reading
it - though he did listen with interest to the bit about Lot and his two daughters
living in a cave where the girls made their father drunk so that he would shag
them and give them babies - and they had reached the bit in Leviticus where there
was a great tedious list of things clean and unclean, which seemed to involve much
killing and burnt offering of lambs, goats and turtle-doves. As he watched Lucy
standing at the lectern reading a long piece about men with running issues from
their flesh, which sounded deliciously dreadful what ever it was, he let her voice
drone on and instead studied the clothes covering her body, tingling with anticipation
that he might very soon be able to watch her take them off revealing what was underneath
. She came to an end and it was his turn. He eagerly strode up to the lectern
and picked up the placemarker where she had left it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Apparently
, he read, any man with a running issue out of his flesh had on the eighth day to
take two turtledoves or two young pigeons to the tabernacle and give them to a
priest, one as a sin offering and the other for a burnt offering, and the priest
would make an offering to the Lord for his issue, whatever than meant.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93And if any man\u8217\'92s seed of copulation go out from him,\u8221\'94 he read
, still pondering the fate of the turtledoves, \u8220\'93Then he shall wash all
his flesh in water...\u8221\'94 Then he realised what he had read and his voice
dried up. Lucy giggled nervously in the ensuing silence and Peter coughed. Susan
looked stony-faced. \u8220\'93Go on, Edmund\u8221\'94 she said icily. \u8220\'93
Don\u8217\'92t be a baby.\u8221\'94 He swallowed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93...shall wash all his flesh in water, and be unclean until the evening. And
every garment and every skin whereon is the seed of copulation...\u8221\'94 Such
was his mood of joyful anticipation that his voice trembled with hilarity as he
realised that the solemn Biblical tract was presumable dealing with the consequences
of a good wank. \u8220\'93....whereon is the seed of copulation,\u8221\'94 he
said again, delighted in the knowledge that Susan was listening and could not object
, \u8220\'93...shall be washed with water, and be unclean even until the evening
. The woman also with whom the man shall lie with seed of copulation...\u8221\'94
His voice cracked up. Sometimes Peaseblossom would rub and play with his prick
until his seed of copulation spurted out all over her and him, when she would clean
it off with her fingers and tongue. No-one could call the little fairy a woman
, but here was the Bible talking about such things between a man and a woman as
though they were everyday events, with the only consequence being that they should
both have a bath afterwards and be unclean until the evening. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Susan, what does it mean, to be unclean?\u8221\'94 he asked innocently, and
with great daring. If she wanted him to be grown-up and deal seriously with such
things as spraying the seed of copulation about the place, and all over women,
she should herself be willing to deal seriously with matters arising from it, he
decided. He also experienced a fierce joy that he was indirectly informing his
big sister that he not only knew exactly what \u8216\'91seed of copulation\u8217
\'92 was, but that it could \u8216\'91go out of him\u8217\'92. From her reaction
, though, it seemed that Lucy also knew what it was, and that was a puzzle to be
picked at later.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I think it means that if you were unclean you couldn\u8217\'92t take part in
some of their festivals and ceremonies,\u8221\'94 Susan said firmly. \u8220\'93
That\u8217\'92s all. You can sit down now.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
hadn\u8217\'92t read as much as he was supposed to but meekly resumed his seat,
looking so serious and solemn that no-one could mistake his inner hilarity. Scowling
at him Susan took his place at the lectern.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93And if a woman have an issue, and if the issue of her flesh be blood,\u8221\'94
she read, and then paused for a shocked second, reading on in silence. \u8220\'93
She shall be put apart seven days and whosoever toucheth her shall be unclean until
the even,\u8221\'94 she continued steadily after a moment. Something about that
, Edmund decided, had rattled her but despite this she read on firmly about how
the woman and everything she touched, wore, sat or lay upon became unclean and had
to be washed. If a man lie with her when her flowers were upon her it seemed that
he, too, became unclean, although why having flowers on her should make any difference
puzzled to Edmund, who thought the idea of Peaseblossom naked in his bed covered
with flowers was a rather appealing one. On the eighth day two more turtledoves
had to be sacrificed and made a burnt offering, and there was something about a
woman who is sick of her flowers also being unclean. Being sick of flowers seemed
an odd complaint. Was it talking about hay-fever Edmund, who suffered from it himself
, wondered? Lucy, too, seemed to be having difficulty keeping a straight face but
Susan, as she closed the big book, seemed unusually pensive while Peter looked
downright uncomfortable. Clearly something a lot deeper than he understood was
going on for the two elders and Edmund ground his teeth with frustration at not
understanding.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 As
a result the evening came to a rather awkward end and Susan, who tended to be in
charge of everything that happened within the confines of Cair Paravel, dismissed
them all rather abruptly. Edmund, who had been looking forward to the moment with
increasing impatience, scampered away hurriedly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 In
his rooms, surrounded by his Royal body servants, he undressed quickly, sponged
himself down scantily at his tub, donned his nightgown and then ushered all the
servants out of his suite. Tarttak took up his post for the night at the outer
door and Edmund at last, everlight in hand, could open the door to the secret passage
and slip inside.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
agonised caution he made his way to the peephole marked SD for Susan\u8217\'92s
Dressing Room, mounted the step and eased the little flap away from the hole.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
was not there, but he could tell from the gathering of servants scattered idly
about the room and the buckets of steaming water being brought in and carried through
to the tub in her washroom that she was expected before too long. Patiently he
waited and after a few minutes, proceeded by her canine Maid-of-Honour who brought
all the servants to instant attention, the High Queen of Narnia entered.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
elder sister was still dressed as she had been earlier for the formal dinner
Over a skirt of pale blue that fell in looped folds from her waist to the floor
she was wearing another heavy-looking skirt of dark blue which only covered her
hips at the front but which fell all the way to the floor at the back. The effect
, Edmund thought, was a bit like sitting in the cinema waiting for the curtains
to roll up and the film to start flickering on the screen. Beneath the pale blue
skirt were what looked like half-a-dozen petticoats the white hems of which flicked
into view and then out of sight around her little slippers as she walked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Above
the skirts she was wearing some sort of stiff tube in dark blue held close about
her bulging chest almost like armour by lacing at the back, over a light blue blouse
with a frilly neck and long puffy sleeves with lace cuffs. Her ash-blond hair,
which he knew from Peaseblossom she kept trying to grow longer but couldn\u8217\'92
t as the ends kept splitting, fell about her shoulders from a little cap of layered
light and dark blue. Edmund had never seen the clothes before that night, which
hadn\u8217\'92t been all that special. His sisters certainly kept the fairy seamstresses
busy, he pondered. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
came to a standstill like a galleon drawing alongside a dock and her maids closed
around her. Lacing was unlaced, buttons unbuttoned and layers of clothing removed
to be passed from hand to paw to claw and brushed, smoothed, folded and added to
the seemingly vast number of other garments in her wardrobes and chests. In only
moments she was standing in the middle of the room in no more than a thin shift
held away from her chest by the breasts beneath and one last petticoat which fell
in loose folds around her legs from her waist to her ankles. Edmund\u8217\'92s
heart began to pound.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Then
Susan snapped an order Edmund didn\u8217\'92t hear and the servant\u8217\'92s froze
. She spoke again sharply and the wolf-sized dog - or, rather, bitch, - who was
her Maid-of-Honour for the month quite literally barked an order which had all
the other servants hastily filing out of the door. The big golden dog shepherded
them out and then followed them, walking backwards and bowing. The door closed
and Susan was alone.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
saw her sag. From proud and imperious the fourteen-year-old girl drooped as though
weary to the bone. For a moment she stood as though collecting herself and Edmund
, who saw in the transition something of the demands his elder sister imposed on
herself in accepting the role of High Queen, at least as she saw it, felt his heart
go out to her. Then she stirred, set her hands to the bottom of her shift and
began taking it off, and his heart stopped.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
big sister\u8217\'92s breasts were the most wonderful, beautiful, astonishing,
enticing things he had ever seen. As she lifted her arms over her head to remove
the garment they pulled taut on her chest, pouting, proud, rose-tipped and inviting
. When she lowered her arms again and let the cloth slide to the floor they relaxed
into firm, gravity-defying mounds of delight. The skin containing and shaping
the softness within was smooth and flawless. The pale-red circle on each tip protruded
slightly and contained within it a tiny button nipple sticking out a quarter-inch
further. Edmund crushed his nose against the solid wood of the panelling in order
to get his eye a fraction closer and his prick pulsed rock hard as he soaked in
the loveliness of his big sister\u8217\'92s breasts.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
sighed wearily, her breasts rising and falling visibly in response, and then slipped
the waistband of her slip over her hips so that it could slide down her legs to
the floor.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
had been wondering for months whether or not his sisters bothered to wear any knickers
under the long, heavy skirts Susan decreed for them. Susan at least, he saw, didn
\u8217\'92t. But she was not naked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A thin
white ribbon was tied around her waist, supporting a flimsy-looking harness which
ran, front and back, between her legs holding in place a pad which was pressed
against her crotch. Peeping above the pad at the front was, Edmund saw to his surprise
, a tuft of sandy hair between his sister\u8217\'92s legs. A few hairs of almost
the same colour had appeared between his legs around the base of his cock in the
past few months, but he had not expected girls to grow hair down there as well.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
picked at the knot holding the band around her waist until it came undone and then
freed the harness running between her legs. Carefully she peeled the pad away
from her crotch and studied it, and Edmund saw that where it had been in contact
with her body it was stained with a wide patch of dark blood. Wrinkling her nose
in distaste Narnia\u8217\'92s High Queen scrunched the pad into a ball and lobbed
it in the direction of her privy. Then, naked, she padded out of the room into
her washroom.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
, who had expected the move and had been ready to follow her to the appropriate
peephole, couldn\u8217\'92t move. His sister had been bleeding between the legs
where, he knew from Peaseblossom, her vagina was. Had she injured herself in
some way? Had she inadvertently sat on something which had jabbed into her vagina
and cut her? Then he remembered something Peaseblossom had told him as, his seed
of copulation safely down her throat, they had lain together in his bed just cuddling
. That a virgin has a flap of skin across her vagina which has to be broken by
the first boy to stick his prick in her, and which bleeds that first time.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Was
Susan bleeding because the flap of skin across her vagina had been broken by the
first boy to stick his prick in her? If so it was obvious who that boy had to
be for there were only two boys in Narnia and he was one of them. And he certainly
hadn\u8217\'92t stuck his prick in his big sister, much as he longed to.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
could only have been Peter. Susan had let her brother stick his prick in her, breaking
her virginity, and was bleeding as a result. Susan had let Peter do what Edmund
knew perfectly well she would never in a million years allow him to do, which was
put his prick in her cunt. Peter knew what it felt like to have his prick in a
real girl\u8217\'92s cunt. Susan, with the beautiful breasts who behaved so much
like a real woman even though she wasn\u8217\'92t one, had allowed her big brother
to shag her. It wasn\u8217\'92t fair. It really, really wasn\u8217\'92t fair,
he howled silently into the darkness of the secret passage.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
, towelling herself off, re-entered her dressing room and crossed to the privy where
she disappeared from his sight. Still he couldn\u8217\'92t move. Two minutes
later she re-appeared and sheathed her nakedness in her bed gown which had been
left ready for her, and Edmund hardly noticed as he stood shaking with fury and
frustration. Then she crossed to her bedroom, entered it and closed the door behind
her. The everlights in her dressing room dimmed and still Edmund couldn\u8217\'92
t move. Peter. Always the eldest. It isn\u8217\'92t fair, his heart howled.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Eventually
he moved, stepping slowly down off the step with some semblance of rationality
returning. In a way it was fair, of course. Peter and Susan were closer in age
so it was only natural that they would shag each other. What rankled was the certain
knowledge that Susan had no intention of shagging with her younger brother. This
hadn\u8217\'92t been too bad while he had believed Susan was not about to shag
with either of her brothers, but now that she had with Peter but would not with
him.... that was what was not fair. It was perhaps understandable that Susan would
shag with Peter first, but for her to only shag with Peter.... He felt his rage
growing and let it turn into a cold, powerful fury. Well, he would show them.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Quite
what he was to show them was not immediately obvious, but establishing the principle
at least was a start which steadied him. In some way, he speculated, it would
involve Lucy, and as he thought of his twin he set off down the passage towards
her rooms.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
dressing room was dim and empty, he espied through the peephole, which meant that
she had been and gone. Annoyed at having missed her undressing he tried the peephole
into her bedroom and was rewarded with a view of his twin sister pacing the carpet
beside her bed as naked as the day she had been born.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Although
a girl she did not have much in common with her elder sister. Her hair was a
tad darker than Susan\u8217\'92s, a kind of sandy-blond like his, and she could
grow it down to her shoulder-blades. She had a rounder face than Susan and a mass
of freckles which Edmund knew she hated. She was a head shorter than her sister
and looked, well, kind of stubby without Susan\u8217\'92s long, elegant legs, firmly
rounded hips and deeply curved waist. She still looked much like the child she
had been for many years, just bigger.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Between
her legs, squashed between slightly podgy thighs, she had that same little cushion
deeply split with her girl\u8217\'92s crack that Peaseblossom had and presumably
Susan had beneath that astonishing mat of hair, but there Lucy was totally bald
and as she moved he caught glimpses of a tiny roll of flesh, which his experiences
with the little fairy told him was her clitoris, peeping out of the crack as though
it was just a little bit too big to lie neatly within it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 On
her chest, where her elder sister sported those magnificent breasts, Lucy had the
merest beginnings - tiny soft protuberances beneath nipples which were barely more
that slightly oversized freckles. Indeed they could almost be mistaken for a little
extra fat on a slightly pudgy girl, and it was the promise of what they would become
rather than the reality of what they were that fascinated Edmund as he absorbed
them with his eye.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
nightgown was lying on the foot of her bed in a slight disorder no maid would have
been permitted to get away with, which suggested that Lucy herself had taken it
off and cast it there. As she paced beside the bed she gave the impression of
a person waiting for someone, and waiting nervously to boot. But that was impossible
. What was his twin playing at? He studied her again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was nearly twelve now, of course. In a matter of weeks, just as he was. He didn
\u8217\'92t expect it would make him feel much different from being eleven, but
who was to say how it was for girls? Then he tensed as a thought struck him. Perhaps
it was very different. He had been too young to notice, of course, but Susan must
have been about Lucy\u8217\'92s age when those glorious breasts of hers had started
growing. Did girls have to do something to make their breasts start growing?
Rub something on their chests perhaps? Peaseblossom had nothing in the way of breasts
so it was no good asking her, he decided. Was Lucy preparing to do whatever it
was girls had to do to help their breasts grow? Was he going to see it? At little
hot ball formed in his stomach at the possibility.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Then
, suddenly, the notion of his twin sister having breasts hit him with an impact
that nearly sent him tumbling off the step. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
, with stunning breasts like Susan\u8217\'92s?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
knew now what a girl\u8217\'92s breasts were like and had experienced for himself
the effect the mere sight of them had on him. That his twin sister was now about
to start growing hers was as shocking a realisation as if he had noticed that he
was beginning to grow a pair himself. Lucy was his twin, in some senses an extension
of himself. His alter ego. For all his life she had been an alterative version
of him, always there and offering a slightly different perspective he could at
any time adopt if it seemed better than the one he\u8217\'92d found for himself.
Now, though, she was beginning on a totally different path to his, and one he could
not follow how ever much he might want to. He was losing her, and it was like
losing a half of himself that he\u8217\'92d never really known he\u8217\'92d had
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
could have squealed at spiders as Lucy had, and sometimes he had wanted to but hadn
\u8217\'92t because boys didn\u8217\'92t. He could even have worn skirts like Lucy
\u8217\'92s if he\u8217\'92d wanted to, but hadn\u8217\'92t because you can\u8217
\'92t climb trees in them. But under no circumstances could he grow woman\u8217
\'92s breasts as his twin was about to and that created a sudden, new and vast gulf
between them. Staggered he looked at Lucy across it with a completely fresh eye
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 For
twelve years she had managed without a penis, and that fact had never impinged
on him as he had waved his at the lavatory bowl or tried to hit flies with the stream
behind bushes. Now the fact that she didn\u8217\'92t have a penis but had instead
a vagina slammed into him, forcing him to lean against the cold oak for balance
as he reeled again. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
twin sister went in where he stuck out. They were like complementary jigsaw pieces
. He could presumably slip his finger into her just as easily as he did into little
Peaseblossom. No. His knees turned to jelly and he swayed on the steps. Not
his finger. His penis could go into his twin\u8217\'92s vagina and make them both
in some incomprehensible but powerful way complete. He could supply her with the
prick she didn\u8217\'92t have and she could bestow on him the breasts and vagina
he didn\u8217\'92t have.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
. Even her name sounded different, now.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A powerful
desire to go to her swept through him but before he could move he saw through the
peephole the pacing girl suddenly stop and her head come up as though she had heard
something. For a moment he thought she had somehow heard him, but then the door
to her bedroom eased open and someone slipped around it as the naked girl turned
to face it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
was Peter. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Under
Edmund\u8217\'92s unblinking gaze his elder brother smiled a greeting at Lucy and
then stepped up to her to take her in his arms. They kissed, Peter having to bend
his head a long way to do so for his little sister was a head and more shorter
than he was, and Edmund saw Lucy kiss him back eagerly. Peter\u8217\'92s hand\u8217
\'92s stroked the smooth skin of Lucy\u8217\'92s sides and back, and then gave her
bare bottom an affectionate squeeze while Edmund watched his twin sister\u8217\'92
s hands burrow inside Peter\u8217\'92s robe and find their way to his cock.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
knew what was going to happen, for it was obvious, and he knew it was the very
last thing on Earth or in Narnia that he wanted to see. Yet he had to watch, transfixed
, as Peter gently pushed his little sister back against the edge of the bed so that
she toppled onto it spreading her legs wide for her brother as she did so. Peter
moved between them with his robe hanging loose revealing his cock rearing eagerly
from his thighs, longer and bigger than Edmund\u8217\'92s by far.. Lucy reached
out for it frantically and guided it down to the fork of her body, positioned it
where she needed it and then clung to her big brother\u8217\'92s neck like a monkey
as he eased it slowly into her vagina.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 As
he watched Peter\u8217\'92s prick firmly penetrate their mutual sister Edmund whimpered
with pain. Perhaps it was fair that Peter, as elder, should shag Susan, but Lucy
was his. She was his twin. Peter had no right to her, and certainly no right
to both his sisters while Edmund had neither. This was not only not fair, it was
a vast injustice in which he was the victim. As he watched Peter\u8217\'92s prick
slide back and forth in his own twin sister\u8217\'92s body something seemed to
break inside Edmund, something small and insignificant but which was all that had
been holding back an avalanche of monumental proportions.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
had a superb view of Peter shagging his little sister. Like a piston on a steam
train Peter\u8217\'92s prick, glistening and oiled with Lucy\u8217\'92s sex-juice
, slid back and forth in her body, remorseless as a clock from the moment when the
flared rim below the helmet of his penis appeared between the sucking, floppy lips
at the entrance to her vagina, to the moment the mat of sandy hair around the root
of his prick pressed against the split, bald cushion between his sister\u8217\'92
s legs, and then back again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
had his hands on the bed above Lucy\u8217\'92s shoulders as she lay on her back
beneath him, her breasts non-existent on her flat chest, holding his weight off
her little body with straight arms so that her thighs around his hips and the sliding
rod of flesh inside her were the only places they touched. Lost in his own delights
he dropped his head and kissed the top of hers, the only part of her he could reach
in the position they were, and then stretched his face upwards as she arched her
back and titled her hips up as far as she could towards him, allowing him to reach
a fraction more deeply into her. His thrusts gained more urgency, shorter, sharper
and harder, his groin thumping against hers and rocking her on the bed as the girl
-child\u8217\'92s mouth opened in a silent paean of ecstasy. Edmund\u8217\'92s
smaller, thinner prick, rock hard against the cold wood of the panelling, quivered
with envious empathy as he watched his big brother strive towards his climax in
their mutual sister and tingled with faint echoes of the sweet surges of sensation
that poured from Peter\u8217\'92s penis as it squirted gout after gout of hot semen
into his little sister\u8217\'92s uterus.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Spent
, his head hanging and sweat dripping off his nose, Peter stopped with his prick
still pinning his sister to her bed. Impaled on it Lucy twitched and shuddered
as her own orgasms rocked her and then her feet flopped to the floor and her knees
dropped away from her big brother\u8217\'92s thighs. Edmund saw Peter take a big
shuddering breath as he regained control of himself and saw him speak to the girl
beneath him, although he heard nothing. Lucy\u8217\'92s face lit with a smile
which seemed to brighten the room and stretched languorously, grinding her vagina
around her brother\u8217\'92s prick. Peter winced and slid it out of her and Edmund
saw it hanging from his thighs, shining with his sister\u8217\'92s sex juice and
streaked with smears of his own semen, sagging slightly yet still twitching with
life, and satisfied. His loathing of his brother reached new heights at the sight
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Wearily
Peter leaned over the supine girl and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he
ruffled her hair as a favoured brother might pet a kid sister, drew his robe closed
and slipped easily out of the room again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 For
several minutes his twin lay unmoving, her legs still wide apart as though letting
the air cool the tingling, blushing, pouting lips between her legs and dry the
shining grease which laved them. The dark hole of her vagina was clearly visible
to Edmund as though it was reluctant to close and a trickle of white semen, her
brother\u8217\'92s seed of copulation, slimed slowly out of it and down the bulge
of her bottom squashed against the bed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
didn\u8217\'92t want to move, either. He didn\u8217\'92t want to think. He didn
\u8217\'92t want to begin living again because as soon as he did he would have to
start coming to terms with what he just seen.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
eventually stirred herself, stiffly and slowly. From a table beside her bed she
took a rag and wiped herself between the legs. Then treading softly she crossed
to the door and let herself out of it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
guessed she was going to her washroom for a more thorough clean-up or perhaps the
privy to dispose of the mess dripping from her vagina, but he had no desire to
follow and peep at her further. He had seen enough. He had seen far too much.
Numb from the neck up he closed the peephole cover and stepped carefully down from
the stone block, picked up the glimmering everlight he had set down on the floor
and made his way like a sleep-walker to his own rooms.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy Peaseblossom was waiting for him, curled up like a cat on his bed. She
was fully dressed with her fake wings sticking up behind her and her long legs,
a woman\u8217\'92s in miniature, folded to her chest and exposed to the smooth thigh
. As he entered the room she lifted her head sleepily but though his eyes lit on
her they did not register what they saw for several moments. She slowly uncoiled
herself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King?\u8221\'94 she piped in her treble voice, heavy with concern. \u8220
\'93What troubles my King?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Peebee?\u8221\'94 Edmund\u8217\'92s eyes focussed on her. \u8220\'93Oh Peebee
. It isn\u8217\'92t fair.\u8221\'94 And he burst into tears.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
little fairy rose vertically from the bed and flittered around him like a moth,
shepherding him across to it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Tell me, my King?\u8221\'94 she urged, kneeling weightlessly in his lap once
he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Huge worried round eyes peered into his
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93It\u8217\'92s Peter,\u8221\'94 Edmund snarled, stifling his sobs. Ashamed of
them he released his anger to drown them out. \u8220\'93He\u8217\'92s shagging
Susan and Lucy. It\u8217\'92s not fair. Not both of them.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The High King is the High King,\u8221\'94 the little fairy observed doubtfully
. \u8220\'93He is the fount of justice and fairness.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93He\u8217\'92s a rotter,\u8221\'94 Edmund spat with feeling. \u8220\'93A real
cad. He should be satisfied with Susan. Lucy is mine. She\u8217\'92s my twin
, after all.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8216
\'91The High King and High Queen are indeed a wonderful match,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom
offered cautiously. \u8220\'93All Narnia will rejoice at their coupling. And
Queen Lucy is a loving and dutiful sister to the High King. It must surely be a
great joy to her to couple with him.\u8221\'94 \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
memory of how much of a joy it had been to Lucy stung Edmund deeply. \u8220\'93
Yes, but it\u8217\'92s not fair. He\u8217\'92s having them both and I\u8217\'92
m not shagging anyone. I mean\u8217\'92\u8221\'94 he added hastily, remembering
what the little fairy in his lap did do for him, \u8220\'93What we do is very nice
, but I can\u8217\'92t shag you properly \u8216\'91cos you\u8217\'92re too small
. And there isn\u8217\'92t anyone else in all Narnia. Susan and Lucy are the only
Daughters of Eve to shag. But they won\u8217\'92t shag me if they\u8217\'92re
shagging Peter,\u8221\'94 he wailed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Something
imperceptible in the little fairy\u8217\'92s reaction to that caught Edmund\u8217
\'92s attention.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Would they?\u8221\'94 he asked eagerly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King knows his royal sisters far better than does little Peaseblossom,\u8221
\'94 the fairy told him gently. \u8220\'93Only my King would know if they would
be willing to lie down with him.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 King
Edmund would have said it was inconceivable that Susan would lie down with anyone
she wasn\u8217\'92t married to, let alone her brother, while Lucy he was sure had
still not truly forgiven him for the events of their earliest days in Narnia, when
amongst other betrayals he had accused her of childishly fantasising the Great
Lion Aslan when he knew she was telling the truth. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Then...\u8221\'94 He tried to recollect what he had said that might have caused
that minute alteration in Peaseblossom\u8217\'92s stance and that sudden flare
of uncertainty in her eyes. \u8220\'93Susan and Lucy are the only Daughters of
Eve in Narnia, aren\u8217\'92t they?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
knew he had hit on it. The little fairy was uncharacteristically silent, as though
unsure of what to say.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Peaseblossom? Tell me? They are, aren\u8217\'92t they?\u8221\'94 He urged
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King, they are and they aren\u8217\'92t,\u8221\'94 the fairy admitted unhappily
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93That doesn\u8217\'92t make sense,\u8221\'94 Edmund glared at her. \u8220\'93
Are there any other girls, Daughters of Eve that is, in Narnia?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King, there is one other Daughter of Eve in Narnia,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom
said. \u8220\'93But she isn\u8217\'92t here.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
threw his head back in exasperation. \u8220\'93Please, Peebee?\u8221\'94 he begged
. \u8220\'93Make sense.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Peaseblossom will tell her King the story so he will understand,\u8221\'94 she
offered. Edmund nodded eagerly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Once upon a Time,\u8221\'94 she began, which in Narnia means, \u8216\'91This
really happened but I can\u8217\'92t tell you when because Time in Narnia isn\u8217
\'92t exactly linear,\u8217\'92 or something like that. \u8220\'93Once upon a Time
,\u8221\'94 she began, \u8220\'93There was a King called Gorboduck who had a beautiful
daughter called Princess Swanhilde. The Princess was full of love and was always
singing and laughing, and King Gorboduck loved stroking her lovely hair, kissing
her sweet lips and blessing her with his seed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Alas, though, in her sixteenth year Princess Swanhilde fell ill and no magic
or medicines could cure her. The illness grew and had death at its end. In his
despair King Gorboduck consulted the Deep Magic, which offered him a spell that
would caste the Princess into a deep sleep in which she would get no older, so
that the illness would get no worse and she wouldn\u8217\'92t die. Gladly the King
cast the spell and the Princess fell into a deep sleep and grew no older.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93In his gladness the King prepared a vault for the Princess below Cair Paravel
and there she lay sleeping. Every night for many years the King visited her and
stroked her lovely hair and kissed her sweet lips and blessed her with his seed
, and was in his way happy. But one day, giving audience in the Great Hall, the
King seized at his heart and died, and Alsan brought no other Sons of Adam or Daughter
\u8217\'92s of Eve from the Other Place to Narnia to replace him. So Cair Paravel
was given over to the silence and Narnia slept, and the Princess in her vault was
forgotten, and there she sleeps still, no older than she was when she lived.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93You mean,\u8221\'94 Edmund whispered, \u8220\'93She\u8217\'92s down there?\u8217
\'92 He nodded in the direction of the floor.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes, my King,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom agreed readily. \u8220\'93Princess Swanhilde
is a Daughter of Eve and she is in Narnia still. Yet in her sleep she is not here
.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I see,\u8221\'94 Edmund said. In England he would have scoffed at stories of
beautiful princesses cast unaging into deep sleeps, perhaps by wicked stepmothers
with doctored apples, but it Narnia it was perfectly feasible. \u8220\'93Is she
...? I mean, could I...? That is, do you think....?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93If my King desires to know the sensation of shagging a Daughter of Eve, the
Princess Swanhilde is a Daughter of Eve. In her life it was her joy to be shagged
by the King her father, and her joy to give joy to others however she could, so
if it would be joy for you to shag her I think she would enjoy it. But in her
sleep she knows nothing and my King could do anything he wants to her and she will
pay no mind,\u8221\'94 the little fairy told him solemnly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Well,\u8221\'94 declared Edmund loftily. \u8220\'93I don\u8217\'92t know about
that, but I would like to see her. Do you know where she is?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes, My King. If it is your wish I can take you to her.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes, it is. Lead the way, Peebee,\u8221\'94 Edmund urged, standing up eagerly
. This new and exciting discovery had almost totally overwhelmed the pain of his
betrayal by his brother and sisters.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes, my King,\u8221\'94 the little fairy bobbed, seemingly untroubled that an
eleven-year-old boy should want to go charging off into the uncharted depths of
the Castle in the middle of the night.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
led him into the secret passages and turned left, lighting the way with her wand
. Down the spiral staircase several levels and then into a network of passages
she went and Edmund soon lost all sense of direction and became totally lost. Anxiously
he followed the fairy-light bobbing along in front of him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Eventually
it stopped in a small, circular chamber with eight doorways leading out of it,
regularly spaced around the walls. Even though he had just emerged from one Edmund
would not have been able to say with certainty which one it was. The little fairy
turned to him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93King Gorboduck was concerned that others might find the Princess as she slept
, and defile her,\u8221\'94 she explained. \u8220\'93So he had these ways built
. One leads to the Princess\u8217\'92s chamber and one back to the Castle. The
others lead to horrible deaths. And they are not always the same ones. My King
would be well advised not to try to find the way without Peaseblossom to guide
him.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
shivered at the warning, which he did not for a moment doubt. \u8220\'93But how
can you be sure of the way?\u8221\'94 he asked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
\u8217\'92s eyebrows disappeared into her bobbed fringe. \u8220\'93I am Faerie,
\u8221\'94 she declared, clearly offended, and then shot without hesitation through
one of the doorways. Edmund had no option but to follow.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
passage beyond could have been ten yards long or a hundred, there was no way he
could tell. He caught up with the Peaseblossom waiting by a massive door of solid
rock, thickly iron-bound and closed against them. It looked like it would take
a steam engine to move it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The Princess lies beyond,\u8221\'94 the little fairy declared and then blew
a light puff of breath at the door, which swung reluctantly open. She flitted through
it and Edmund followed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
room beyond struck him dumb. It was not large and had a shallow-domed ceiling
painted an intense bright summer blue across which small white puffy clouds floated
lazily. Or, he corrected himself, appeared to float for if he actually tried to
follow the movement of the clouds it was not there.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
room was octagonal and in each the eight corners a slender column of what looked
like white marble glowed with a soft, translucent white light. On the walls between
them - on all eight walls, for there was no sign of the door he had just entered
through - hung a tapestry like so many in Cair Paravel, except that the scene displayed
on these was full of life and movement like a cinema screen, until you tried to
look directly at it for the action.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 On
one a group of brightly-clad young people streamed across a hillside of short grass
in an exhilarating hunt, their clean-limbed horses capering and prancing in swirl
of motion only when seen from the corner of your eye. In another a pretty young
girl in billowing skirts on a swing of laced flowers swung higher and higher to
the pushes of a handsome boy while a troubadour sitting in the shade of a tree
nearby sung of love. Low, fragile boats fluttering with gaily-coloured streamers
and bunting drifted lazily down a sparkling river while their happy passengers
flirted lightly and sang. Lovely young ladies teased and tantalised their pursuing
lovers with a flash of ankle or swish of skirt-hem in the turns of intricate mazes
of honeysuckle and rose. Laughing young lovers skipped a light dance on a camomile
lawn in a soft snow of drifting cherry-blossom which swirled and caressed their
lithe bodies as they spun.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Those are the Princess\u8217\'92s dreams,\u8221\'94 the little fairy whispered
from Edmund\u8217\'92s elbow, as though unwilling to break into his astonishment
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
stirred. The Princess was lying on a bed which was little more than a couch on
a low dais in the centre of the room. Nervously he approached her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was, as Peaseblossom had promised, quite beautiful. Clearly only slightly older
than Susan her hair of bright gold cushioned her head against a soft pillow and
flowed beneath her shoulders. Her face was angelic, a tiny upturned nose above
full, cherry-red, slightly parted lips. Her eyes were closed by long-lashed lids
and there was no sign of movement beneath them but in the silence Edmund could
hear the soft, regular whisper of her breath and saw the minutest flaring of her
nostrils as she breathed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
fine neck was long, smooth and as white as the marble columns in the corners of
the room but her body below that was draped by a sheet of whitest silk which clung
to the contours of high, round breasts which were visibly rising and falling as
she breathed, and flowed smoothly across the gentle curve of her stomach and grooved
deeply between her legs below the soft pouting mound at the fork of her body.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Are you sure she won\u8217\'92t wake up?\u8221\'94 Edmund whispered in disbelief
. The sleeping Princess looked as though a pin dropped in the room would startle
her awake.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Alas,\u8221\'94 the little fairy said sadly, peering fondly down into the face
of the Princess from the other side of the bed. Then with all her might she gave
the Princess two massive open-handed slaps across the cheeks. The twin impacts
cracked loudly across the silence of the room and the Princess\u8217\'92s head
rocked sharply from side to side on its cushion of hair. An angry red flush spread
across her cheeks where the fairy\u8217\'92s fingers had made contact, to slowly
fade away as the Princess slept on, her breathing untroubled.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93It is an immutable rule of the Deep Magic,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom said into
Edmund\u8217\'92s shocked reproach, \u8220\'93That only the maker of a spell can
unmake it. King Gorboduck died before unmaking the spell, so it will hold the
Princess in its thrall for all eternity.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh,\u8221\'94 said Edmund faintly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King,\u8221\'94 the little fairy breathed invitingly. \u8220\'93Your Princess
awaits.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
his heart in his mouth Edmund caressed a strand of gossamer hair falling past Princess
\u8217\'92s ear. There was no reaction. Slightly bolder he traced the line of
her brow and cheek with the most delicate of fingertips. The Princess gave no sign
of awareness. Acutely aware of the special significance of kisses in such situations
Edmund leaned over her and cautiously kissed her soft lips, feeling the soft flutter
of her breath in his throat and against his cheek, but the Princess slept on.
As he straightened up after the kiss the fairy twitched the silken cover away from
her body and it cascaded from the bed onto the steps of the dais in a flow of shimmering
light.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
elder sister\u8217\'92s breasts had been stunningly beautiful, young and ripe with
promise, but at least two-finger-breadths of flat, faintly rib-grooved chest still
lay between them over her heart. Princess Swanhilde\u8217\'92s breasts were firm
and proud and fully-grown, pressing together over her heart and sloping smoothly
over the contour of her chest as though it were made for no other reason than to
support them. Her stomach was white and smooth as milk between the rises of her
breasts and the cup of her hips while between her long thighs a neat, sharp-edged
tuft of short golden hair like a lawn lay along the line of her woman\u8217\'92
s crack.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
legs, slightly apart to reveal the tumbled folds and rolls of female flesh extruding
from the deep valley below the pad of hair, tapered elegantly to trim little ankles
and tiny, delicate feet. Edmund, who would previously have said that nothing could
be more stunning than the sight of his elder sister\u8217\'92s naked body, gazed
at the nude Princess Swanhilde and forgot to breath.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Beneath
his cautiously exploring hand her breasts were slightly resilient, giving to gentle
pressure with obedient compliance but resuming their perfection of bold-arching
line as soon as it was released. Little hard, perfectly circular nipples teased
his fingertip at the centre of rose-pink aureols softer than the softest velvet
below his lips. His hand glided effortless as a skier across the sweep of her
stomach and hips to where the little tuft of golden fur at the join of her legs
gently enmeshed his finger and invited it to linger and explore further and deeper
in the vicinity.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
exquisite delicacy he wormed Princess Swanhilde\u8217\'92s clitoris out of the
cleft in which it lay half-hid and parted the soft lips beneath it between which
the entrance to her vagina waited. It was a landscape he knew for little Peaseblossom
had familiarised him with it well enough, but whereas the fairy\u8217\'92s clitoris
and labia were the tiny, tight buds of a six-year-old girl those of the Princess
were the full, lush ripe genitals of a sixteen-year-old woman, kissing his finger
with hot moist promises.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Ohhh.\u8221\'94 He released breath he suddenly felt he had been holding for
hours. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
, who had been hovering nearby watching as he explored the Princess\u8217\'92s body
, suddenly swooped in.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93If my King will permit me,\u8221\'94 she said gently, elbowing him aside. He
gave her room and watched as she reverently parted the long legs of the Princess
and then lifted her knees up and apart. \u8220\'93There,\u8221\'94 she said with
satisfaction, and drifted backwards. Before Edmund the Princess lay unmoving,
the lush soft fruit of her sex wide open and fully exposed to him with the dark
entrance to her body peeping shyly from its folds.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 There
could be no doubt what the little fairy\u8217\'92s expectation was and Edmund was
not about to disappoint her. The couch was no more than knee high to him and he
was able to mount it between the sleeping Princess\u8217\'92s wide-spread legs
with ease. Carefully he stretched himself out on her body but when he tried awkwardly
to reach beneath himself for his aching prick little hands seized it and guided
it for him. As in a dream he felt the sex-lips of the Princess kiss its tip and
part for him, knew only the slightest resistance from the hard rim at the entrance
to her vagina and shivered with delight as the soft, moist, warm cushions inside
her body received and enfolded him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Although
the feelings given by Peaseblossom\u8217\'92s mouth around his prick were wonderful
the little fairy could take little more than the bulb at its end in it, even when
he it felt as though it was half-way down her throat squirting its load. She could
get the entire length of his penis in her back passage and its soft, dry squeezing
of his bulb and shaft was delightful. The hot, wet, silken press of the Princess
\u8217\'92s vagina around his whole prick was, though, something else again and
far better. Even the tight squeeze from her inner thighs around his hips, the soft
return press of her breasts against his chest as he lay his weight on her and the
smooth rolling rhythm of his back muscles as he stroked his prick inside her, none
of which he could experience with Peaseblossom, seemed to add hugely to the wondrous
sensation. Moaning in his pleasure he burrowed his face into the golden locks
of the Princess and gave himself over to the joy of shafting her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
could feel that, despite everything, she still slept and was seemingly unaware of
his weight on her body, his prick in her cunt. Fiercely he wanted her to wake
and feel him there. He wanted her arms to enfold him and crush him to her pressing
breasts, wanted to feel her hips tilt and rise to meet him as he thrust into her
, wanted to hear her gasp as his groin thumped against hers and his prick pulse
in its desperate attempt to fill more of the space it could feel beyond its tip
inside her. He wanted this gorgeous creature to know that it was he, Edmund, who
was doing this to her, but the Princess slept on.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
seed of copulation boiled within him and flooded ecstatically from his prick into
the soft billowing vagina of the Princess. With it like poison from a lanced boil
went the bile of his anger at his brother and sisters, the bitterness of his disappointment
and the burning acid of his need for revenge. His back arched towards the Princess
in the glory of impregnating her and he saw a golden glow sweeping across the tapestried
scenes around him as though they were lit by a passing ray of sunlight on a showery
spring day.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
last of his semen dribbled from him into the sleeping Princess as the glow faded
and died leaving the scenes as they had been before. As his prick began contentedly
shrinking he felt a great peace and weariness descent on him. A powerful urge
to let himself go swept over him, to sleep cushioned on the Princess\u8217\'92s
soft breasts, his face buried in the pillow of her hair and his prick warm and snug
in her cunt.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King, my King.\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom was gently shaking his shoulder and
hissing in his ear. \u8220\'93My King should return to his bed lest he be missed
,\u8221\'94 she urged.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
was long past the stage when he could have challenged anything the little fairy
said. Wearily he lifted himself off the still sleeping Princess, his prick sliding
out of her vagina with a slurp. Gathering himself he knelt between her legs and
Peaseblossom\u8217\'92s mouth closed around his prick, licking the smears of his
semen from it. When she had finished he climbed off the couch and watched as the
fairy bent to the Princess\u8217\'92s crotch and licked it clean also, covering
her vagina with her mouth and sucking Edmund\u8217\'92s semen from it eagerly.
Then she reverently rearranged the Princess\u8217\'92s legs as they had been before
and with long, tiny fingers combed out her hair where Edmund had disturbed and
tousled it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
her face creased with worry she appeared in front of him, floating so that they
were eye to eye.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Peaseblossom regrets she is unable to let her King know her per vaginum,\u8221
\'94 she said softly. \u8220\'93Does this mean her King will have no further use
for Peaseblossom?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh no, Peebee,\u8221\'94 Edmund assured her. He gathered the little fairy into
his arms, hugged her and kissed her lips, getting a taste he recognised as his
own semen. \u8220\'93I love what we do together and I want to keep on doing it.
But it would be nice to come here sometimes and do it to the Princess properly.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93As my King commands,\u8221\'94 the fairy said, looking pleased. She wriggled
free of his arms. \u8220\'93Come. Sleep awaits in your own bed.\u8221\'94\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93All right.\u8221\'94 Edmund make an effort to gather his muffled wits. \u8220
\'93Peebee, can we keep the Princess a secret? Our secret? No need to let the
others know.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93As my King wishes,\u8221\'94 the fairy agreed readily. \u8220\'93Come.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Nearly
sleepwalking Edmund followed her through the door in one of the eight walls which
hadn\u8217\'92t been there a moment before and wasn\u8217\'92t there a moment afterwards
, and perhaps wasn\u8217\'92t there when it was, either. Time passed in the Princess
\u8217\'92s vault. Or perhaps it didn\u8217\'92t. There was no way to tell. The
clouds floated past without moving and the happy young people energetically hunted
and danced and flirted and pursued love in the tapestries without moving a muscle
. Then the little fairy was back in the room with no doors.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
looked around her at the bright tapestries and the beautiful princess lying naked
on the couch.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh, come out of there,\u8221\'94 she said irritably.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 For
a moment there was no response. Then from between the legs of the Princess a thin
stream of mist began to issue like fume blown from a smoker\u8217\'92s mouth.
It hung in the air by the dais and began to coil in on itself while the plume issuing
from the Princess\u8217\'92s vagina grew thicker and strengthened. As it did the
flesh on her face began dissolving beneath the skin and her glorious hair sagged
away from her tightening scalp, growing lank and losing its lustre. The lids over
her eyes sank into the hollows beneath, her nose shrivelled into a misshapen knot
and her sweet lips shrank to become emaciated, dry rims to yellowed teeth in the
grin of a skull.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
coil of mist grew into a column and thickened, and still more poured out of the
Princess\u8217\'92s vagina to merge with it. The Princess\u8217\'92s elegant neck
wasted to a scrawny pipe of skin on deeply-ridged bone and her breasts collapsed
to become empty bags of wrinkled leathery skin lying on a sharp-edged rib-cage.
Her stomach became a concave pit of parchment between the cliff of her ribs and
the sharp bony projections of her hip bones while her long thighs shrank to gaunt
sticks of skin-wrapped bone and between them the soft cushion of her pubis collapsed
onto the sharp arch of her pelvic bone, the welcome mat of golden hair growing
grey, thin and scanty. Above the couch the light of the ceiling faded and the drifting
clouds became merely badly-painted globs of white on a flaking blue background
while the tapestries between the age-crazed plaster columns faded to become age-
browned brittle rags bearing the indistinct outlines of a few gaudy scenes.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 From
the gaping hole in the dry, walnut-wrinkled wreckage of the Princess\u8217\'92s
genitals the last wisps of mist were drawn into the shape coalescing within the
column of mist, the form of an old, naked man.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
stretched painfully and then put his hand ruefully to his cheek.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93A slight pinch,\u8221\'94 he observed dryly, \u8220\'93Would have done.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy shrugged carelessly. \u8220\'93Have fun?\u8221\'94 She asked, disinterestedly
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93It was.....interesting,\u8221\'94 the old man said thoughtfully. \u8220\'93
Still, I think I prefer being on top sticking it in than being underneath being
stuck into. Seemed a bit demeaning, somehow.\u8221\'94 He directed a challenging
grin at the fairy but she merely sneered back. \u8220\'93I must admit that your
cunts are certainly sensitive,\u8221\'94 he continued after a moment. \u8220\'93
I\u8217\'92d certainly like to try it on the receiving end of a real prick.\u8221
\'94 He thrust his erect one provocatively at the fairy but she stared stonily
back.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Change me,\u8221\'94 she commanded in her childish treble.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 After
a casual wave in her direction the old man turned away to study the withered corpse
of the Princess. A sheath of light surrounded the fairy which intensified and
lengthened, and then faded away from the tall ivory-skinned woman in its place,
her long raven hair falling across her sheer white gown.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Sa, Swanhilde,\u8221\'94 she said in icy tones far lower than the shrill treble
of the fairy, crossing to look down at the dead Princess coldly. \u8220\'93All
those years treasuring your precious virginity despite the itching between your
legs and now it\u8217\'92s gone to some eleven-year-old prick. What a waste, eh
?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Never too late,\u8221\'94 the old man commented thoughtfully. With considerable
care he arranged the skeletal legs of the Princess as the fairy had done earlier
for Edmund and then climbed between them. The White Witch gave an ostentatiously
unimpressed sigh and turned her back on him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Carefully
the old man lay himself on the dry bones of the shrivelled corpse, fumbled unaided
between his legs and, wincing, probed his way with his prick into the open, dry
, shrivelled vagina of the dead Princess. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Can\u8217\'92t say,\u8221\'94 he observed as he gingerly shafted her, grimacing
, \u8220\'93that this has much going for it. In fact I\u8217\'92d say it\u8217\'92
s dead boring.\u8221\'94 The White Witch sniffed disdainfully as the old man dissolved
in a cackling crow of laughter and, gleefully kissing the Princess\u8217\'92s skeletal
grin, shot his semen into the dusty remains of her long-dead womb to join Edmund
\u8217\'92s.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang5129\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
9{\ulnone\fs24\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28
The extensive formal gardens at Cair Paravel contained a maze, a large one of shady
paths contained within high clipped hedges and including unexpected, cosy little
glades and groves within which the lost traveller might dally and not count his
failure to conquer the puzzle a loss.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Peter
, afraid it would beat him, never tackled the maze and claimed pressure of work
as High King. Susan toyed with it but was soon bored by her lack of success while
Edmund gave it his full attention until it had lost all its secrets to him and
then turned to something else. Only Lucy was never beaten by or bored with it, and
she adopted the lovely little garden that lay at its heart at her personal realm
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Most
fine afternoons she could be found there with her reading or sewing, but few did
so for not only did they face actually having to find their way to her through
the maze, it was well known throughout Cair Paravel that she did not welcome such
intrusions into her privacy.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab So it
as that Edmund found her, sitting reading on a blanket on the short soft grass
on a warm Narnia afternoon. As he sidled in through the one entrance to the little
garden his twin sister\u8217\'92s hostile gaze met him and she grimaced.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Oh, Edmund. Don\u8217\'92t be a pest,\u8221\'94 she groaned wearily.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Her
brother ignored her, grinning.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Hello, Lucy,\u8221\'94 he smirked. \u8220\'93Fancy finding you here.\u8221\'94
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Lucy
stuck her tongue out at him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Go away, you little beast,\u8221\'94 she ordered.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Mmmmm,\u8221\'94 Edmund retorted, appearing to consider it. \u8220\'93I will
in a minute. Just wanted to ask you something. Then I\u8217\'92ll go.\u8221\'94
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93What is it?\u8221\'94 his sister enquired cautiously.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93It\u8217\'92s just,\u8221\'94 he replied casually, \u8220\'93That I wondered
what you think Susan would do if she knew Peter was having sexual intercourse with
you?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab The
boy grinned inwardly as he watched his sister go white.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Having what?\u8221\'94 she asked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93You know,\u8221\'94 Edmund whispered conspiratorially. \u8220\'93Sexual intercourse
. Shagging. Fucking. Screwing. Whatever you call it. Peter\u8217\'92s penis in
your vagina ejaculating into you.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab To his
joy his sister looked as though she might faint. He was well aware Susan would
not be at all happy that Peter was having intercourse with his younger sister,
in part because of her age and in part because Edmund assumed she wouldn\u8217\'92
t want to share her brother with anyone else, and Susan annoyed could be a formidable
prospect. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Does she?\u8221\'94 the girl asked faintly. Edmund was gratified that she hadn
\u8217\'92t tried to deny the accusation. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93I don\u8217\'92t think so,\u8221\'94 Edmund admitted. \u8220\'93But I was wondering
if I ought to tell her. It doesn\u8217\'92t seem right, after all, to keep things
from her, does it? She is our big sister, after all.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Lucy
was watching him closely. \u8220\'93What do you want?\u8221\'94 she asked coldly
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Well.\u8221\'94 Even though it was the moment of the kill and the joy of it
was burning in him, Edmund still felt a moment of awkwardness. \u8220\'93I don\u8217
\'92t suppose I\u8217\'92d want to tell Susan that Peter was shagging you if I was
shagging you as well, would I?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab As
twins they had been competing for adult attention and approval since their birth
and Lucy, because she was a girl, usually won with little effort. Edmund, desperate
to win, had as a result developed a far more acute sense of what others, especially
his sister, were thinking. Now behind her blank gaze he knew she was thinking
hard - dare she call his bluff? If he carried out his threat he would gain Peter
\u8217\'92s enmity as well as her own while Susan, even if glad of the news, would
regard him as a snitch for passing it on, especially if Lucy told her of his threat
. It would be a high price for him to pay, but she should know from past experience
that he was quite capable of deciding to pay it. If he did tell Susan, Lucy surely
knew her elder sister would be furious, both with Peter for even thinking of having
intercourse with his eleven-year-old sister, and with Lucy for allowing him to.
Although not an iota of his twin sister\u8217\'92s expression changed Edmund knew
to the moment when she knew he had beaten her, and that she would have to give
in to him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Nevertheless
she made him wait a few more seconds before, rising slowly to her feet and giving
him a glare of pure hatred, she said, \u8220\'93All right, then, you pig.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Names
didn\u8217\'92t hurt Edmund and he let his sister\u8217\'92s contempt bounce off
him as he stood waiting for her, forcing her to make the first move. After another
few seconds she arranged the long Narnian skirts around her hips and, bending,
gathered them up around her knees. Then, kneeling down again on the blanket, she
lifted the whole bundle about her waist and lay back, opening her legs and exposing
her sex to Edmund.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Excited
by her defiance and his power over her, Edmund stood over her, studying her privates
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab A deep
crack ran between her legs out of which little rolls of flesh pouted as though
there was not enough room inside the crack for them. Just visible at the deepest
part of the crack, where it suddenly ended and there was a small flat piece of
skin between it and her other hole, was her vagina like a little gap. Slowly Edmund
undid the buttons on the front of his Narnian trousers, pulled his penis into
the open air and fondled it to make it grow as his sister watched, glaring at him
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Savouring
the moment he knelt between his twin sister\u8217\'92s knees, put his right hand
under her shoulder and, using it to support his weight, lowered himself onto her
, using his left hand to position his penis in her crack. Three times he pressed
forward and met only the resistance of her groin but on the fourth attempt his
penis skidded downwards a fraction of an inch and then slid forward into the girl
\u8217\'92s warm, moist embrace.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Little
shudders of delight rippled through him as he eased his penis into his sister until
his groin pressed against hers and he could feel the whole length of his organ
buried in her soft flesh.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Mmmmm,\u8221\'94 he gave a groan of pleasure. \u8220\'93That feels nice,\u8221
\'94 he told Lucy.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Pig,\u8217\'92 she sneered.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Slowly
, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible, he began shafting her. Placing
his left hand under her other shoulder to support his weight he was able to lift
his body away from his sister\u8217\'92s and look between them at his penis dipping
in and out of her. Lucy lay unmoving, scowling at him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab In response
to the friction and soft pressure of his twin\u8217\'92s vagina around his penis
he felt it growing and swelling within her, and worked to penetrate as deeply into
her as possible by changing the angle at which he ran into her. Even as part of
his mind felt like swooning to the delightful sensations flooding his body from
his penis another part of it stood back and studied what he was doing, analysing
the sensations and seeking to improve them. Inside the base of his penis he felt
the snake of his semen uncoil and prepare to spit itself into her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Madam?\u8221\'94 The enquiring voice jolted him, for he had not heard anyone
approach. He felt Lucy beneath him jump, too, and her vagina gave his penis a
sudden, delightful squeeze at her shock. Turning his head and jamming his thighs
against his sister\u8217\'92s he saw framed in the rose-covered arch around the
entrance to the grove her centaur, Cory. Seeing the centaur standing looking at
him bare-buttocked between his sister\u8217\'92s knees with barely-concealed horror
and distain, Edmund suddenly felt two-inches tall and his intense dislike for the
half-man, half-horse creatures deepened.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Cory. Yes?\u8221\'94 Lucy asked, relaxing again beneath Edmund. \u8220\'93Is
there something?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Er, no madam.\u8221\'94 The creature seemed disconcerted. \u8220\'93I heard
voices and wondered if all was well.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Everything\u8217\'92s fine, Cory,\u8221\'94 Lucy said evenly. \u8220\'93King
Edmund and I are trying to make a baby.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Yes, madam,\u8221\'94 the man part of the centaur said.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93I\u8217\'92d be grateful if you kept this to yourself, Cory,\u8221\'94 Lucy
added. \u8220\'93We don\u8217\'92t want anyone to know.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Yes, madam.\u8221\'94 The horse part of the centaur backed out of the entrance
and he was gone.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Lucy,\u8221\'94 Edmund breathed in admiration. \u8220\'93You were great.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Pig,\u8217\'92 Lucy told him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab Annoyed
at himself, his sister, centaurs and the world in general Edmund shafted Lucy violently
, trying to evoke some response from her but she lay beneath him passive and unmoving
until his semen squirted into her with a distinct lack of pleasure. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Finished?\u8221\'94 she asked coldly once he had stopped thrusting into her.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93For now,\u8221\'94 he told her. Angrily he pulled his sticky penis out of her
vagina, stood up and put it back in his trousers. Lucy, too, stood and rearranged
her skirts.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93If you tell Susan now, I\u8217\'92ll tell her that you\u8217\'92ve done it to
me too,\u8221\'94 she told him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab It was
, he recognised, stalemate, but in his trousers his penis stirred and wanted to
be back inside his sister again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\tab\u8220
\'93Maybe,\u8221\'94 he responded. \u8220\'93We\u8217\'92ll see.\u8221\'94 Leaving
her to ponder that he turned and strode manfully out of the garden.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\ul\f0\lang5129\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
10\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\qj\sl0\slmult0{\ul\f0\lang5129\fs32\kerning28\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Fourteen
-years-old and High Queen of Narnia, Susan sat back in the seat of her coach, rested
her head against the cushions to absorb some of the jolting as it rattled along
causeway which connected Cair Paravel on its little island to the rest of Narnia
, closed her eyes and let the smile fade from her face.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 There
were still little clusters of her subjects by the roadside, delighted to see her
and waving their hands or hooves or paws, but she was too weary to care anymore
. She had smiled and waved to the crowds lining the streets of the castle as was
expected of her and that was enough. For Heaven\u8217\'92s sake, she was only
going to be gone for four days!\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
shouldn\u8217\'92t be going at all, of course. Normally Peter as High King would
have responded to the request from the little community of fishergnomes on the
shore of the Glasswater inlet for a Royal blessing on the new boat they were preparing
to launch, but when she had volunteered to go a surprised Peter had acceded very
readily, and she suspected he was not the only one glad to have her out of the
castle, if only for a few days.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 And
she had needed a break herself, hoping for a chance to regain some of her composure
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
had all begun to go wrong the day of the incident with Lucy and the dress the fairy
Peaseblossom had made for her. In truth Susan had some sympathy with her sister
as they had both sweltered in the heavy, hot woollen Narnian clothes in the warm
airless days, but Lucy\u8217\'92s failure to recognise her responsibilities as
a Queen had annoyed Susan far more than she knew it justified and she recognised
that she had been unnecessarily heavy handed in dealing with her little sister,
although Lucy had recovered her good spirits far more quickly than Susan had expected
. In fact, the following day at breakfast the child had positively bubbled.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Later
that day Susan had met Peter in the little turret room, the most private place
in Cair Caravel, where they purportedly discussed matters of great secrecy but where
in fact she kept her promise to masturbate him once a week. These meetings had
always been awkward and uncomfortable but even as she arrived she had seen that
her brother was unusually tense and ill-at-ease.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
hadn\u8217\'92t helped that she had been sick of her flowers, as the Bible picturesquely
put it. Her menses were settling into regularity but were at the best uncomfortable
with the stomach cramps her mother had warned her of, and the pads of some sort
of moss the royal physician, a studious old owl, had given her to wear between
her legs to absorb the accursed tickle of blood from her cunt chafed her cruelly
and were sometimes barely adequate if her royal duties prevented her from changing
them regularly. They were also accompanied by bouts of foul temper she could do
nothing to control, and it had been one such bout which poor little Lucy had taken
the brunt of over the dress.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
had been undergoing another when she had entered the little turret room to find
Peter already there, as he usually was. Avoiding her eyes he had said without
preamble, \u8220\'93Sue, I\u8217\'92ve decided this has got to stop. I really appreciate
you being willing to do it to me when I know you don\u8217\'92t want to, and it
has been wonderful for me. But I\u8217\'92m the High King and your brother, and
it isn\u8217\'92t right that you should do it to me, either as a Queen or a sister
. So I\u8217\'92ve decided.\u8221\'94 And he had walked out of the room, leaving
her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
had been devastated, and blood-boilingly furious. Devastated that he should just
stop it like that, and furious that he should just make a bald declaration about
it and walk out on her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 For
in fact it had become the highlight of her week. She adored her brother\u8217\'92
s penis. Feeling the strength and life of it responding to her touch and throbbing
in her hands was a sensation she re-lived over and over, and longed to experience
almost every time she saw her big brother acting the King. She had learned how
to play his prick and by extension the boy - nearly a young man - like a musical
instrument, knew how to stroke the shaft and gently squeeze the soft bulging head
, when to tickle his balls in their bag and when to caress the tiny lips at its
tip. When she first took it up, already stiffening and waking in anticipation and
response to the mere sight of her, she thrilled to the power she had to tease it
into eager rigidity and she felt a fierce pride as she could chart the progress
of his ejaculation by registering the play of the muscles in her brother\u8217\'92
s thighs between which she knelt, the catch and tension in his breathing, the melt
and run of his expression and the sparkle of light in his eyes.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 And
the moment of his ejaculation itself awed her as, in response to her skill, his
prick pulsed like a living heart and something which was neither Peter\u8217\'92
s prick nor Peter himself but something huge and ancient of which they were but
tiny parts, squirted his hot white liquid seed into the air between them with such
powerful urgency, and which she knew yearned to squirt them with the life they
contained into her, if only she were to allow it. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Which
of course she couldn\u8217\'92t. She loved and worshipped her brother\u8217\'92
s penis but couldn\u8217\'92t allow him to see the merest hint of it. She longed
to kiss it yet could imagine how horrified and disgusted Peter would be to know
he had a sister who could do such a thing. She yearned to feel it pulsing against
her own throbbing heart and wrap it in the soft cradle of her still-developing
breasts. She ached to rise, step forward over his lap and take it into her vagina
where it was meant to be, and to feel his hot seed pumping into her own cradle
of life not because she wanted a child, because she didn\u8217\'92t, but because
every fibre of her body sighed for the satisfaction the act would bring.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Kneeling
between her brother\u8217\'92s knees, her hands clasped together in front of her
around his prick, had become as intensely a religious moment for her as she could
ever have experienced on her knees praying in any church, and he had ripped it
from her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Not
that she could do anything about it, of course. In the face of her body\u8217\'92
s powerful urges she had been forced to adopt such rigid control that her actions
had become almost like those of an automaton and she had treated the thing in her
hands almost mechanically. Sometimes she had become aware of the expression her
face had taken on, a grimace of dismay at the strength of the desires she was trying
to so hard to disown, a look of horror as she recognised the warm glow waking in
her body as it responded to the sight and feel of her brother\u8217\'92s prick,
the snarl as she fought down the whispers of temptation tickling at her mind. She
had little doubt her brother believed she handled him with the greatest of reluctance
and that was certainly what she wanted him to believe, with the result that she
could hardly rush after him and beg him to let her worship his prick again.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 But
that he should just make a high-handed declaration of the fact and walk out on
her..... \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Had
there been anything breakable in the little round room with the narrow slitted
windows she would have broken it, and probably jumped up and down in the shards.
She wanted to hammer her fists against the solid stone of the walls. If the table
which Peter usually sat on for her had not been too heavy for her to lift she would
have hurled it across the room. She wanted to throw back her head and scream at
the top of her voice, except that would have had a posse of heavily armed dwarves
clattering frantically up the spiral staircase to her rescue - the spiral was too
tight and narrow for Belrath her Centaur to climb so he had insisted on the dwarves
as a back-up. She wanted to stamp her foot as she had so often as a little girl
, but she hadn\u8217\'92t been able to do anything except stand in the middle of
the empty chamber steaming and trembling like a volcano about to erupt.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
hadn\u8217\'92t helped that she had understood what Peter had done and why he had
done it that way. They both knew it had to be wrong for a sister to touch her
brother\u8217\'92s penis, let alone fondle it to the point of making his seed of
copulation issue from it. She now knew that the Bible declared it unclean for
any woman to do it, let alone a sister. After her embarrassment the previous evening
when she had been shocked to discover that the Bible declared her periods were
unclean even though there wasn\u8217\'92t a damn thing she could do about them,
she had read ahead a little and found out that the Bible was dead against uncovering
the nakedness of near kindred. True it didn\u8217\'92t say anywhere that she shouldn
\u8217\'92t uncover her brother\u8217\'92s nakedness but that was surely only because
the rules appeared written entirely from the male point of view - presumably because
the Bible took it for granted that women wouldn\u8217\'92t want to uncover anyone
\u8217\'92s nakedness apart from their husband\u8217\'92s anyway. Uncovering a
sister\u8217\'92s nakedness was certainly on the list as something a man shouldn
\u8217\'92t do and was something she and Peter had already done, which was worrying
. What, she wondered, would Aslan say if he knew what they had done? And, being
Aslan, how could he not know?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 So
of course Peter was dead right to have stopped it, both because he believed she
didn\u8217\'92t want to do it and because they shouldn\u8217\'92t have been doing
it in the first place. Knowing that she was still prepared to do it for his sake
the decision obviously fell to him to stop it and he had taken it, and Susan even
honoured her brother for it. And he had done it quickly and walked out presumably
so that she would not see how much he regretted it, and perhaps to escape the temptation
to change his mind.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh Peter,\u8221\'94 she had said with a sigh and then, after cramming her fury
with difficulty back into a bottle inside her, she had been able to eventually
follow him down the stairs.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 But
the bottle of boiling anger had still been there, with occasional leaks which resulted
in her biting the heads off innocent servants and some sheer bloody-minded orders
from her which had resulted in a deal of unnecessary hard labour by many in scrubbing
already spotless hallways and stairways, re-stitching practically perfect hems
or tapestries, re-counting and re-sorting huge amounts of fruit and vegetables in
the castle\u8217\'92s store-rooms and re-washing, pressing, folding and packing
of mountains of linen.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Worst
of all the itch was back between her legs and becoming unbearable. Even with her
flowers still on her she had been sorely tempted in her bed that night to take
one of the candle-shaped everlights and shag herself senseless with it. The desire
to do it had never been far from her but since the earliest manifestations of it
, when to her eternal shame she had even gone so far as to get her little sister
to do it to her, she had mostly been able to resist it. Now, though, she was haunted
by the memory of the dolphin\u8217\'92s prick inside her and how glorious that
had felt, and the itch had become so much harder to ignore. On that first night
it had only been the fact that her cunt was already sore and bloody with her flowers
that had stopped her, and if she had been able to crush the urges on the five ensuing
nights it had only been at the cost of a great deal of sleep which had further
added to her already short fuse. Wrapping her hand around an everlight, which felt
so like the shaft of her brother\u8217\'92s penis, sent shivers of delight and
anticipation through her while even in her wide-windowed coach, which had to be
one of the most public places in Narnia and surrounded by the males of the sizeable
escort Peter had given her, she badly wanted to slip her hand beneath her skirts
and know the delights that would follow if she were to scratch the itch.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
slumped miserably in the seat of her swaying vehicle, appalled at the distance
she had sunk. Even the Bible assumed women didn\u8217\'92t have the urges she had
, to play with their brother\u8217\'92s pricks and revel in their seed of copulation
. She had been fucked by a dolphin and instead of being disgusted, ashamed and
horrified that the penis of an animal had been in her vagina she remembered the
sensation with excitement and pleasure, and often wished it could happen again.
She was unnatural, a slut, a tart, growing up into a woman of the worst kind and
there seemed to be nothing she could do about it. Yet she was also High Queen
of Narnia and as such had to be as pure and chaste as Good Queen Bess, the Virgin
Queen. It was an impossible dichotomy and one day Aslan would re-appear and look
into her eyes and know what the little girl he had placed on the Throne of Narnia
had become. \tab\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Kingsbridge
had been built where the South Road crossed the Great River at the order of a former
King of Narnia long ago, and represented a considerable technical achievement by
the dwarfish masons who had done the job. Quite how considerable was something
few were aware of and, as High Queen Lucy\u8217\'92s coach clattered over the long
, slender arch, the girl within it was not one of them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
town of Kingsbridge had begun as the tented camp of the dwarves\u8217\'92 work-
gangs and had transmuted into a permanent settlement mainly to service the inn which
itself provided overnight accommodation to the steady stream of Nanians with business
at Cair Paravel whenever the country had monarchs in residence. It also serviced
the garrison which existed to guard the bridge in the event any invasion by envious
countries to the South, and the small palace which existed purely as an overnight
stop for Narnian Kings and Queens should they have occasion to take to the road
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Small
as a description of the palace was relative for the establishment adjoining the
garrison was large enough to house not only the entire garrison but the whole town
as well even if it was only used a few times a year, and only then if Narnia had
Sons of Adam and/or Daughters of Eve on its Throne. Susan, though, saw little
of it as, wrapped in her miserable self-examination, she allowed herself to be guided
from the stationary coach to a couch in a day-room for a rest after her travels
, led to a table to nibble at the contents of at least twenty different dishes without
tasting any of it, directed to a dressing-room to be disrobed, manoeuvred into
a washroom to be sponged down, steered into a bedroom and as dusk fell tucked up
in bed. There, alone at last, she felt with despair her hand crawl across her
thigh and between her legs as though it had a mind of its own, and then surrendered
helplessly to the fierce, tingling pleasures which wracked her body as her fingertip
sorted through the wet folds of hot flesh, located the little button which nestled
within them and began teasing it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
took a while to exhaust her needs as she worked herself up to orgasm after orgasm
with her fingers at her clit, or burrowed two of three inside her cunt. Indeed
, each orgasm was like throwing petrol on a fire as the nerve-burning cataclysm
shook her and yet left the tingling, urgent need to scratch the itch even stronger
. When her fingers no-longer sufficed she grabbed an everlight from a bedside table
and writhed naked on the bed jamming it up and down in her cunt as yet more orgasms
rocked her, each one demanding another, stronger one. The bedposts terminated
in a vertical knob so similar in length and width to Peter\u8217\'92s prick that
she cast away the everlight and straddled one, humping up and down on it awkwardly
with her eyes tight shut as she imagined it was indeed her brother\u8217\'92s proud
prick plumbing her insides. The position, though, was too awkward to maintain
for long so she lifted herself off it after just one orgasm that had her cunt walls
clutching and squeezing the hard wood, and sought around the room for something
else to sate the itch inside her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
royal bedrooms all had fireplaces although in the summer heat the one in her room
was not lit. Wood and kindling stood in the hearth, though, just in case the royal
fancy should want a fire. Each stick was, of course, carefully chosen for perfection
of its length and circumference, and then brushed and polished to ensure that no
dust, dirt or insects should sully the royal chamber. Some of the sticks were
6-inches in diameter for a steady, long-burning fire but amongst them were some
thinner ones for a quick, fast fire and it was one of these an inch in diameter
and smooth-barked, that Susan seized and fed into her cunt to feed the fire there
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
was about ten inches-inches long yet she had barely enough to hang onto with her
fingers when, with its tip uncomfortably deep inside her, one last cataclysmic
orgasm rocked her to leave her panting exhausted, weak and nerveless on the carpet
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 At
the same moment, up the road in Cair Paravel, her little sister was also shuddering
and gasping with orgasm as her vagina sucked and squeezed at her big brother\u8217
\'92s prick shafting it, her tiny breasts crushed against his chest, her fingernails
clawed at his back and her teeth gnawed at his shoulder. Lucy, though, had no
doubts about her orgasms for they had been blessed by Aslan himself, she had seen
her own mother enjoying one, and she was being given them by her much-loved big
brother, who surely could do no wrong.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
had never heard the word orgasm, or climax, or even \u8216\'91come\u8217\'92 in
that context. The very brief introduction she had been given by her mother, together
with the restrained, unemotional and very \u8216\'91English\u8217\'92 relationship
she had witnessed between her mother and father, had left her with the firm belief
that the sex act was performed clinically and unemotionally by husband and wife
when they desired a child. The powerful urges of her body and its animal betrayal
of her desire to be a well-brought-up young lady that her mother could be proud
of, let alone High Queen of Narnia, dismayed and disgusted her. Her arm and wrist
ached from rubbing her clit or working things in her cunt. Her fingers were slimy
with her vaginal mucus and the air seemed thick with its pungent smell. Her still
-tingling fanny felt sore from all the rubbing she had given it and her thighs were
wet and slick with her juices. In the sated aftermath of multiple orgasms she
felt ashamed and contemptuous of what she had just done. Sweaty and greasy she
needed a wash, but with a dozen servants between her and her washroom it was for
the moment out of the question. Wearily she slipped the piece of firewood from
her cunt and replaced it on its pile, pulled herself across the floor to her bed
, dragged herself onto it, curled naked on top of the soft woollen blankets and
slowly slipped into sleep.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 And
into a nightmare in which she couldn\u8217\'92t move or breath but was being carried
along in a flood of black water. She was struggling uselessly, her lungs straining
for air she couldn\u8217\'92t draw in, the blood hammering in her ears and bright
spots dancing in the darkness before her eyes. Worst of all, though, was the knowledge
in her mind that it was just a nightmare and if she could only wake up, only wake
up.... Then it became far worse as she reluctantly realised she was already awake
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was trussed tight in her bedding and being carried under someone\u8217\'92s arm
, a someone who hand their other hand clamped tightly over her mouth and nose.
Desperate to breath she wriggled and tried to escape the grip but it was held effortlessly
. A drowning darkness gathered inside her skull and she felt herself go limp as
her strength drained away but then, on a gust of stinking breath, a voice breathed
in her ear.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Scream and you die, Daughter of Eve,\u8221\'94 it said.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
nodded to show that she understood and the grip eased just sufficiently for her
to suck in a lungful of cold, moist air which stank of rancid animal. As mind
cleared with the infusion of new oxygen she gathered her wits.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
creature carrying her was humanoid for it was upright and had a large five-fingered
hand. It was also immensely strong as it was moving at a fast walk and making
nothing of her weight. That narrowed the field of possible identities for her kidnapper
considerably. The hard-skinned hand still across her nose and mouth, now lax enough
that she could breath with difficulty, was not large enough for a giant\u8217\'92
s but the arm around her body was too long for any dwarf. Only one possibility
seemed to fit the bill, though if she was right it was both hard to believe and
very bad news indeed. The most likely identity for her abductor was Troll.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 High
Queen Susan had never seen a troll. Few Nanians had, and lived to tell the tale
. The great cave systems they inhabited lay far to the north-west beyond the Lantern
Waste and the Wild Lands to the North, and while these underlay Narnia itself in
parts there had never been any question of its kings and Queens claiming any allegiance
from the trolls that lived there. According to Peter\u8217\'92s advisors the trolls
were thought to have \u8216\'91intercourse\u8217\'92 with the White Witch but this
, both Peter and Susan had already learned, was a word often used by important people
, or people who thought they were important, to mean no more than that people talked
to each other diplomatically and Susan had assumed that was its meaning here.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 There
had certainly been no question of either Peter or Susan, as King or Queen of Narnia
, having intercourse with the trolls because, their advisors pointed out, a previous
King had ignored advice and taken an army into the trolls caves to subdue them
and neither had been heard of again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Fortunately
the trolls had not seemed to offer much of a threat, either. Their homes were
the dark, cramped caves and tunnels underground and in any kind of daylight they
were, like moles, virtually blind. Also, the absence of any kind of roof or ceiling
above them was said to instil a kind of paralysing terror into them, which together
meant that they rarely left their caves and when they did it was only at night,
going no further than they could while allowing themselves time to return before
daybreak.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Furthermore
the trolls were organised in Clans which were at permanent war with each other,
led by whichever Troll fighter was the strongest at that moment. In consequence
a Troll Clan was not only being thinned out by constant raids on or by their neighbours
, each Troll Clan Chief spent most of his time keeping a careful eye on his own
relations and killing off any that might appear to be becoming a threat. Susan
had never heard of any troll activity in eastern Narnia before and no potential
danger from them in her journey to the Glasswater had been mentioned.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Yet
they were there. In a dim light her eyes were only just becoming accustomed to
she could see the walls and ceiling of a low, narrow tunnel along which she was
being carried. She could just make out at least one broad back in front of her
and from the scuffle of feet and hissing breathing which she could hear she could
tell there were several more. As the last dregs of sleep fled from her she fully
realised what had happened and as a wave of hot terror swept through her she felt
a gush of hot urine pour from her across her thighs and soak into the blankets
swaddling her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
tunnel suddenly sloped upwards steeply and then Susan felt fresh air and open space
around her and heard the quiet flow of water. Without warning she was dropped
a few feet into what she recognised immediately as a small boat for she could feel
its unsteady movements as her kidnappers piled awkwardly into it, feel the sharp
, curving edges of its ribs through her cocoon and hear the thumps and knocks of
flesh and metal on hollow wood.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
captor took what had to be the bow thwart, put a foot in a metal-studded boot on
Susan\u8217\'92s neck and pressed her face into the puddle of water sloshing about
in the bottom of the boat. Then he leaned down and his warm, stinking breath coated
her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Ragnok like fuck you alive,\u8221\'94 the troll breathed in her ear. \u8220
\'93But he fuck you dead if he must.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
nodded dumbly to show that she understood the warning while her mind registered
the fact that despite everything her cunt had tingled with eager excitement at
the promise of a fuck, even by a troll. She was appalled and disgusted at herself
, yet if all they were going to do was fuck her there was perhaps some hope still
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
boat was pushed away from the bank and after some confusion during which the boat
rocked dangerously, adrift on the current, some order was restored, oars began
dipping into the water and the boat began making way. Clearly they were on the
Great River and equally clearly the trolls were not used to handling boats, yet
they were immensely strong and the boat leapt forward with each grunting swing of
the rowers. As her mind was cleared by the cold of the water in the bottom of
the boat, mixed with the frequent cascades of spray swept over her by a mistimed
stroke from one of her captors, Susan tried to conquer the fear in her mind and
think.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Kingsbridge
was at the bottom of a wide loop made by the Great River as it passed through the
forests around Cair Paravel. To go downstream was to go east, even further from
the realm of the trolls far away in the north-west until eventually the river emptied
into the sea right beside the Great Castle itself on its causewayed island, which
made it unlikely that they would go that way. To go upstream, though, was to row
against the current up the other arm of the river\u8217\'92s loop, which was also
going back roughly in the direction of Cair Paravel, to pass it in some twenty-
five miles or so by a mere eight miles. Beyond that again was the town of Beruna
with its wide ford across the river, and they could not hope to get that far in
just one night. Surely in the morning, though, she would be missed, the secret
passage which must exist to her room found and the fact she was taken away by boat
discovered, after which every inch of the river would be under observation day
and night.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Come
dawn her captors would have to lay up somewhere for the day only a few miles from
Cair Caravel, with a frantic Peter mobilising every animal in Narnia in the search
for her. And if all they did to her was fuck her\u8230\'85..\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
sky was overcast, hiding the stars, and the darkness was intense although there
was clearly enough light for her abductors. Clinging to her thoughts without wanting
to think too much, for it was obvious that her problems would be far from over
even if Peter did manage to track her down, she shivered in her wet wrappings and
clung desperately to each long minute even as she longed for the dawn with whatever
it might bring.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A
long time later the bow of the boat rose and dipped unexpectedly, causing one of
the rowers to miss a stroke. A thick spray of water from his oar slapped across
Susan\u8217\'92s guard and dripped onto Susan herself. The troll snarled a furious
oath in response but Susan barely heard it for, on her tongue as the spray trickled
off her face, she tasted salt and the bow began to lift again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
sea. She had been wrong. Rowing hard with the current\u8217\'92s help they had
made the mouth of the Great River before dawn and Cair Paravel could only be half
-a-mile away across the water. A dozy, undisturbed Cair Paravel for, far behind
them in Kingsbridge, she would not even have been missed yet. Almost within shouting
distance Peter was lying peacefully asleep in his bed, unaware of her terror.
Susan whimpered.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 (In
fact Peter was asleep in Lucy\u8217\'92s bed, his naked little sister curled spoon
-like against him, his sticky, satisfied penis burrowed between her warm buttocks
, her little puddings of breasts pressing into the palms of his hands as she breathed
contentedly, his sperm still wriggling its way up his little sister\u8216\'91s
uterus in a frantic race to find an egg which was not yet there.)\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
troll\u8217\'92s boot ground against her neck again, warningly. Susan froze.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
felt the motion of the boat change, rolling as it turned to follow the shore towards
the north and throwing the rowers into confusion. Yet there was a new urgency
about them, too, and Susan understood as she saw over the gunwale above her head
the first grey tint soak into the clouds. The trolls had to find cover soon, and
if they failed to make the destination they were patently trying for it would be
a temporary, unprepared cover only a few miles from Cair Paravel. The coast at
any time, and so close to the castle at this time, was not somewhere one would
first look for trolls but Peter would have every inch of Narnia searched, likely
or not, she was sure. Yet if they were found it would only take a second for a
troll to slit her throat. Better that, perhaps, than what might happen to her
if she was not rescued. But if they were only going to fuck her\u8230\'85..\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A fierce
argument broke out amongst the trolls in the boat with the sound of some blows
but then her guard, who seemed to be in charge, gave an order in trolloc in a voice
so savage that all argument instantly ceased, the rowing began again even more
furiously and Susan\u8217\'92s blood went cold with apprehension.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
grey light in the clouds slowly strengthened and the trolls obviously became more
uneasy, the rowing more furious even as the breath began tearing in their throats
and the grunts as they dragged at the oars even more bone-wrenchingly weary. Soon
the sun itself would peep above the eastern horizon, and if the cloud cover did
not extend that far out to sea, as it often didn\u8217\'92t, its golden light would
pour like a tidal wave across the sea and roll over the boat. Would, as rumour
had it, the trolls then turn to something almost like stone? Even if it only cowed
, blinded and slowed them up a little she might, surely, have a better chance of
slipping over the side and swimming for the shore. Provided it was not too far
away, for she knew she was not a good swimmer. Perhaps the mermaid and the dolph
in were nearby, and they could carry her to the shore. Oh please, Aslan. Let it
be.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
she heard the slap of waves among rocks and a tall cliff loomed out of the greying
darkness ahead of the boat. Her guard growled directions to the rowers in trolloc
and a sudden surge of a wave carried the boat at the sheer rock wall and then through
it into a low, deep sea cave. The noise of shifting water boomed about her, darkness
enveloped her again, the rowers relaxed and laughed their relief and Susan wept
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 With
a shocking, bone-jarring crash a wave-surge swept the boat against a rock. Wooden
planks and ribs cracked and splintered. Then the boat lurched again as the retreating
wave dragged it backwards and it tilted alarmingly. Powerful arms scooped Susan
up and then threw her effortlessly into air. As she screamed in shock and fright
she caught sight of the boat being sucked away from a rock ledge in a welter of
black water and white foam, with six trolls desperately scrambling over one another
for the safety of the ledge on which a small crowd of trolls were gathered watching
, some of them holding aloft what were clearly everlights .\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
had been thrown towards the crowd and eager hands caught her, still trussed in
the wrapped blankets and sheets from her bed in far away Kingsbridge. For a moment
she was pulled in several directions at once as a fight developed for and over
her, and she was almost relieved when her original captor, who had clearly made
the leap to safety onto the ledge from the sinking boat, used his fists and elbows
mercilessly to recover her. He was clearly a troll of some importance for, apart
from some snarling and bristling in return, none of the others seriously stood
up to him. Snarling defiance in all directions he tucked Susan under his arm like
a puppy and turned with the rest to watch the end of the boat.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Several
of the others of its crew had obviously made the ledge and one, watched but totally
unaided by the others, was dragging itself out of the water onto the rock. One
, though, was still in the rapidly sinking boat amid the swirling, sucking eddies
as the sea surged in and out of the cave.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A fresh
wave threw the boat against rocks edging the ledge with a splintering crash and
the troll made a desperate leap for safety. He fell just short. For a moment
his huge, stubby, hairy-backed fingers scrabbled uselessly on the wet, sea-smoothed
surface of the ledge at the feet of a watching troll, a troll who could easily
have reached down and seized his wrists but didn\u8217\'92t, and then the retreating
sea sucked him away into a maelstrom of foaming water churning around the rock
fangs, to a roar of delighted laughter from the interested spectators.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
appeared once more, clearly unable to swim and flailing frantically at the water
to the hoots and catcalls from his audience. At the back of the ledge Susan saw
there was a heap of timber, broken ship\u8217\'92s spars and tangled cordage which
had obviously been swept into the cave and accumulated there over time, but no
effort was made to utilise any of it to help the struggling troll. Then a powerful
backwash sucked him effortlessly between two evil-looking fangs of rock and he
disappeared from sight.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
crowd cheered delightedly and then waited hopefully for several minutes but he
did not reappear. Eventually, with a disappointed grunt, the troll carrying Susan
barked an order. Still talking happily amongst itself the little crowd parted
for him and he strode into a small cave in the rock wall at the back of the ledge
which developed into a natural shaft or flue leading steeply upwards and away from
the sea.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
mob of trolls, perhaps twenty strong, followed and Susan, jolting uncomfortably
in the clasp of her captor\u8217\'92s arm felt a change come over them. The hilarity
caused by their colleague\u8217\'92s drowning died away to be replaced by a murmuring
and whispering, and a barely restrained excited anticipation which she knew she
had felt before. Then it had been among the loathsome hoards making up the White
Witch\u8217\'92s army as they waited eagerly for the surrender and execution of
the Great Lion Aslan in place of her brother Edmund. Now, she knew, it was an
excited anticipation she was at the centre of. In another flood of terror she wet
herself again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
passage twisted and squeezed through the living rock and the sea-surges among the
rocks of the cave below faded to become a distant whisper in the still air of the
tunnel. Then, through what was no wider than a crack in a rock wall, the troll
carrying her stepped into a wide cave which Susan knew was their destination.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
was a raw, natural cave with rugged mounds of rock protruding from a rough floor
and dark bays or further caves around its periphery. In places sheer rough columns
rose from the floor into the shadows cloaking the roof of the cave above and in
others jagged spears of rock rose from the floor seeking to meet similar pointed
daggers growing down from the roof. Stalagmites and stalactites, Susan\u8217\'92
s terror-numbed mind informed her although she could not remember which was which
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A few
everlights held thick shadows at bay at a odd points in the room, but most of the
light in the cave was coming from a small camp-fire burning in a ring of stones
before a low, rough hump of rock sticking out of the floor nearly at the centre
of the cave. A crevice roughly in the shape of a seat had been made by nature
or hacked by troll into one side of the hump and in this sat carelessly what was
clearly the chief of the trolls.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 As
they approached the fire it gave Susan the most light she had yet seen her captors
by, and it was not a pleasant sight. The creatures were no taller than the average
man which made them only a head taller than the fourteen-year-old Queen, but despite
this they were frighteningly massive. It was like looking at a giant in one of
those trick mirrors at a fair-ground which makes a human look like a dwarf. Their
legs were shorter than Susan\u8217\'92s yet thick and immensely strong. Their
torsos were wide and like a giant\u8217\'92s squashed into half its usual height
but with all its muscle and bone. Their shoulders were broad and looked as if
they could support a mountain while their arms, long as a man\u8217\'92s, were easily
twice as thick and rippled with strength, ending in broad, flat, stubby-fingered
hands like a huge mole\u8217\'92s.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 They
appeared to have no neck at all, and their heads were like great, round boulders
with faces roughly chiselled by a child. Their mouths were thin, cruel slits below
broad, flattened noses and their little piggy eyes in which hatred and cruelty
glittered, were sunk at the bottom of deep pits below craggy, overhanging brows.
Long hanks of unkempt hair straggled from their heads over their shoulders and down
their backs.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 They
were all barefoot and dressed uniformly in sleeveless leather vests which left
their chests bare, and a kind of leather kilt to their knees. A few had leather
belts in which were tucked knives or swords, and perhaps had a shield or buckler
on their backs, some carried long spears with rusty, jagged heads but most bore
only a crude club if they carried any weapon at all. Perhaps twenty had accompanied
Susan and her captor on the journey from the sea-cave and as many again were emerging
from the shadows around the periphery of the cave, drawn by her arrival. She saw
no females among them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Suddenly
her captor shifted his grip on her and she spilled out of her wrappings to sprawl
naked on the hard stone in front of the fire and the chieftain. Leisurely he rose
from his seat and looked down at Susan.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
was clearly the chief of the trolls as he was bigger and uglier than any of the
others. At some time a slash with a blade had caught him across the face leaving
a deep gouge in his overhanging brow, smashing an eye and slicing off a lobe of
his nose so that he breathed with a menacing whistle through a raw-edged hole in
his face. His one good eye, though, glared with malice and intelligent cruelty
. He was wearing the same jerkin and kilt as the others but an open-fronted ring
of twisted gold lay around his neck from which hung a cape of what Susan thought
first was a strange kind of black grass, but which she realised as he stood over
her was in fact the hair of many trolls still hanging from the skin of their scalps
which had been crudely stitched together to lay across his shoulders. Susan could
not help imagining her own short but far finer dark hair laying among it, and moaned
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93You Daughter of Eve?\u8221\'94 the chieftain grunted.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 As
she was lying naked on the ground in front of him there didn\u8217\'92t seem much
point in Susan denying it, though it was probable the troll had never seen a human
before and could therefore quite genuinely not know what one looked like. Considering
the question she decided that she might be worse off if they thought she wasn\u8217
\'92t what they wanted than if she was.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes,\u8221\'94 she squeaked, disappointing herself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
stump of the troll\u8217\'92s wrecked nose wrinkled in distaste. \u8220\'93You
scrawny,\u8221\'94 he observed. With a bare, hairy foot he roughly prised Susan
\u8217\'92s legs apart, spread them wide and regarded her genitals. \u8220\'93And
small,\u8221\'94 he added. \u8220\'93Why Aslan fuck you?\u8221\'94 he asked,
clearly puzzled.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93He doesn\u8217\'92t,\u8221\'94 Susan exclaimed, startled almost out of her
terror by the utterly unexpected question.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Aslan not fuck you?\u8221\'94 the troll asked, clearly equally surprised.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No.\u8221\'94 The honesty of Susan\u8217\'92s answer was clear as a bell.
\u8220\'93He wouldn\u8217\'92t. Anyway, he\u8217\'92s a lion.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Ragnok {\i trollogodyte} and he fuck you,\u8221\'94 the troll responded, amused
. \u8220\'93Why not lion?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
\u8217\'92s stomach turned over but from somewhere she found the courage to gaze
into the troll\u8217\'92s one good eye.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Aslan\u8217\'92s not like that. He\u8217\'92s good. And if you harm me he\u8217
\'92ll\u8230\'85..\u8221\'94 she had absolutely no idea what Aslan would or could
do and it rather begged the question of why he hadn\u8217\'92t already done it
so she dried up, her fragile courage dissolving like mist in the morning sun.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
troll said something in his own language, which was greeted by a roar of appreciative
laughter by the eagerly watching audience of forty or so trolls gathered in a ring
around the fire, the Chieftain and Susan.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Then Ragnok be first,\u8221\'94 he explained the joke to Susan.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 As
half a dozen trolls rushed at her Susan screamed, but even through this she registered
the fact that her cunt had twitched with eager anticipation at Ragnok\u8217\'92
s promise. Hard horny hands seized her and though she struggled and writhed had
no difficulty restraining her and carrying her across to a low flat rock near the
fire. The cold of the stone soaked into her shoulders and back as they slapped
her naked onto it like a piece of cod on a fishmonger\u8217\'92s marble slab, her
buttocks across the edge. Her legs were stretched out and pulled painfully wide
apart by rough hands like vices while other brutal troll hands pressed her arms
and shoulders to the stone, pinning her there. A dozen leering troll faces looked
down at her and their animal stench swept over her as thick as water. \u8220\'93
Aslan, help me,\u8221\'94 Susan howled with all her might, her terror and her despair
, struggling uselessly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
scream, and perhaps the name it carried into the furthest recesses of the cave,
knocked the trolls back for a moment and Susan saw some of them look around apprehensively
. Another moment passed and then another and nothing happened.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A roar
of relief and amusement went up around her as her plea went unanswered and from
between her legs the troll chieftain grunted, \u8220\'93Ragnok here to help you
instead,\u8221\'94 causing another roar of laughter.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
only thing Susan could move was her head and, panting, she lifted it to look down
her body at the troll. Over the low twin mounds of her breasts and beyond the
little hill of her pubis with its patch of curly hair between her painfully wide
-spread thighs, Ragnok stood leering cruelly. He had discarded his kilt and had
his penis in his hand, aiming it for her cunt.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
troll\u8217\'92s prick was very different from her brother\u8217\'92s. Where Peter
\u8217\'92s was like a large cherry tipping a long slender shaft the troll\u8217
\'92s was shorter with a fat, stubby shaft as wide as three of Susan\u8217\'92s
fingers. Its head, though, was as big as Susan\u8217\'92s fist, a huge red knob
which was still swelling as she looked at it with dread and horror. It was flar
ed even wider at its rim and was mottled with unhealthy-looking white patches.
She had never had anything nearly as big in her cunt before and knew immediately
that in penetrating her it was going to hurt like she had never been hurt before
. She shrieked, and went on shrieking as Ragnok stepped forward and pressed his
fat prick against the face of her genitals.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Probing
, the troll found the entrance to her vagina and began squeezing his prick into
it. As she felt the tip of the creature\u8217\'92s penis spread her cunt-lips and
begin entering her vagina Susan ran out of breath. Terror lay like an iron bar
across her chest and fear burned like acid in her stomach but between her widespread
thighs, just beyond the tip of the troll\u8217\'92s prick squeezing its way into
her, she felt a fierce tingling thrill of excitement and anticipation shiver in
her cunt as it waited for the bloated troll-prick to fill it and stroke it and
satisfy it. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
gasped as the pain began. The skin across her cunt - the remains of her virginity
left by the dolphin - became stretched by the troll forcing his penis into her
vagina with slow cruelty. It hurt and then began to hurt badly, the pain climbing
in intensity like a scream as the troll leaned forward onto her. Even when Peter
\u8217\'92s prick was at its stiffest and hardest in her hands the head of his
penis had a slight rubbery give to it, and she could feel that the troll\u8217\'92
s did too. It felt as though someone was trying to push a tennis-ball into her
cunt. Someone with enormous strength.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
pain became sharp and intense with the remains of her hymen stretched to a burning
ring around the entrance to her vagina as the troll tried to squeeze more and more
of his prick into her. Then the skin split and tore, sending a jolt of pain through
her which convulsed her muscles, jerked against the iron grip of the trollish hands
holding her down and drove an involuntary cry from her lips. The troll chieftain
\u8217\'92s prick popped another inch or so deeper into her, beginning to part the
soft folds of hot flesh that lined the inside of her vagina, but then it encountered
a new resistance. The ring of Susan\u8217\'92s pelvis itself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
lash of pain as the last of her hymen gave way died quickly, leaving just a burning
soreness at her cunt entrance which Susan could almost ignore. Now, though, the
real pain began. The troll\u8217\'92s huge prick began trying to split her body
apart like a wedge in a billet of wood.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
was just as if she was having a baby, Susan realised, but in reverse. Girls at
her school had gossiped about it, and she with them. Women had died in childbirth
because the baby\u8217\'92s head was too big to pass through that hard hole that
surrounded the entrance to their vaginas, everyone knew that. Some older girls
had told them terrible stories of women who had strained in agony for a day, two
days, three days, to force their baby\u8217\'92s head out of that narrow hole between
their legs. Even when it didn\u8217\'92t take that long, forcing that ring wide
enough for a baby\u8217\'92s head was still agony. All girls knew that. It was
part of being a woman.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
had held a two-day-old baby, surreptitiously felt the hard solidity of the skull
beneath the thin bald skin and tried to imagine squeezing it out of her vagina.
It had terrified her, yet now in a way it was happening to her except that, huge
as it was, the bulb of the troll\u8217\'92s prick was not as big as that baby\u8217
\'92s head nor as solid, and if she wasn\u8217\'92t quite a woman she was no longer
a girl, either, and was certainly old enough to have babies. Her bleedings proved
that. The pain of the hard ring at the entrance of her vagina being forced apart
by the troll\u8217\'92s prick wracked her body like a vast throbbing ache speared
with sharp spears of intense splitting agony but it was no more than what women
and girls through the ages had endured giving birth, so she could endure it too
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Too
, a hot pool of excitement just beneath the heart of the pain was anticipating the
moment when the troll\u8217\'92s prick would have forced her open wide enough to
slide into her and fill her vagina, pressing against the soft hot flesh that ached
to suck, squeeze and stroke it and light the fires of her orgasm. Her mind recoiled
, sickened and disgusted at the thought of the stinking creature\u8217\'92s filthy
flesh inside her even as her body urged him to press on and into her, tried to
open itself to it even more and yearned to embrace it and suck it deep inside her
. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Appalled
by her betrayal by her own body Susan\u8217\'92s mind suddenly wished the pain
onto it. As the troll, snarling like an animal, pressed his prick harder and harder
against that tough ring at the opening into her cunt and forced the tennis-ball
little by little into her, she almost welcomed the agony between her thighs that
felt like her bones cracking and her hip-joints being pulled apart. It was no
more than her body deserved. Snarling like an animal herself, but at herself, she
found that she could wall the pain off in her mind and almost detach herself from
it. It was her body that wanted to troll to fuck it. Let her body pay the price
of being fucked by the troll. Suddenly she knew she could bear this pain and worse
. Though it hurt so much that she wanted to weep and howl it was no more than she
deserved. Beyond the pain she knew awaited an orgasm far more intense than any
she had previously experienced and which the troll\u8217\'92s huge, repulsive prick
would give her, but the cost of that mind-blowing orgasm was the pain. The pain
was even part of it. The relief from it that she would know when her body at last
gave way to the relentless demand of the troll\u8217\'92s prick for admittance
into her vagina as well as the sheer sensation of the massive thing filling it would
add up to an orgasm like no other. She opened her eyes.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
stink of troll still lay thick about her. Cruel hands still crushed her to the
rock table. A sea of hideous trollish faces still loomed over her, leering down
and excitedly drinking in her pain like a bride the scent of roses. She could
see the wall of misshapen, brutish troll bodies crushed together around her swaying
and seething as the creatures behind it struggled and fought for their share of
her agony. She lifted her head, smiled at the semi-human creature between her
legs and tipped her hips slightly as though inviting it to try even harder to penetrate
her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
could see pain in Ragnok\u8217\'92s eye, too. Presumably the bulging head of his
prick was as sensitive as she knew her brother\u8217\'92s was and trying to force
it through the resisting ring of her body was hurting him. And while she had no
choice but to endure it, he did have a choice. Responding to her challenge he
curled his steel-split lips open revealing flesh-tearing, stained, yellow teeth,
sucked air in through the nose-hole in his face with a thick whistle and pressed
harder into her. Her pelvis groaned and gave a fraction more with a jolt of agony
that felt like the blow of a war-hammer on her spine but she absorbed it with her
body as though it was a shield, accepting it as though it was another coin with
which she could purchase an even more intense orgasm when the creature at last
broke through.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
saw Ragnok break instead. Saw the massive, brutish creature decide that whatever
reward it would get by fucking her - whether it was the simple lust of male for
female or the kudos of fucking a Daughter of Eve as he seemed to think Aslan did
- it wasn\u8217\'92t worth the discomfort of doing it. Knew that although she
was totally in the creature\u8217\'92s power, a toy in its hands, she had beaten
it. And she knew it had seen her triumph.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 His
cracked lips curled and his one good eye blazed anger and hate, curdling Susan\u8217
\'92s stomach with terror. Perhaps if he had just fucked her - and all the other
trolls in turn afterwards in all likelihood - but perhaps if all they had wanted
was to know what it was like to fuck a Daughter of Eve she might have been dumped
afterwards like a piece of well-used rubbish. And survived. Yet for an instant
she had seen something else in the troll chief\u8217\'92s eye. Awe, that she could
withstand what he had to know was worse than the pain that had beaten him, grudging
respect for her as might be for a troll with superior strength and even fear that
he didn\u8217\'92t know or understand what had beaten him. Susan saw this and
knew the troll was aware she had seen it. And knew that as a result he was going
to break her and worse. She might have won a victory, but she was going to pay
a terrible price for it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
vast splitting pressure in her groin eased and the inch or so of Ragnok\u8217\'92
s prick that he had managed to force into her vagina popped bloodily out. The pain
that was like a huge steel wedge forcing her legs impossibly apart collapsed leaving
a throbbing dull ache in her pelvis and a trivial burning sting from the torn remnants
of her virginity. He spoke in trolloc, provoking a shout of agreement and eager
laughter from the watching trolls but Susan heard undertones of doubt and questioning
beneath it for they, too, were aware that Ragnok had been beaten.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was bundled off the table and dropped in a heap between the fire and the rock throne
. No effort was made to tie her up or even formally guard her but although the
crowd of trolls broke up it was obvious to Susan that the entertainment had not
finished for they hung around in groups and any attempt by her to run would be instantly
closed down, although as it was she had severe doubts that her legs would even
be able to support her if she stood. She had smears of blood on her thighs from
her ripped hymen and her arms and legs were developing dark bruising where troll
fingers had held her but the creatures had, she realised, given no attention whatever
to her breasts as though they held none of the fascination for trolls that they
had for her brother and, she already knew, men in general.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Ragnok
sprawled on his throne again, unkilted and with his prick bearing her blood throbbing
angrily in his thighs. He was barking orders and trolls were scurrying to obey
but Susan, who had become used to thinking like a Queen, suspected that he was
merely re-establishing his authority after his patent failure to penetrate her and
perhaps singling out any who might be thinking of challenging him, for if any were
going to now would be the time.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 No
troll did. Instead, after a short period, a trio of trolls emerged from one of
the caves set into the side of the main cavern carrying what was obviously another
captive.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
was a siren. There were a few in Narnia, living along the sea-shore or on rocky
islets just off the coast, and a deputation of them had attended the children\u8217
\'92s Coronation a year previously to give their fealty. Peter and Susan had been
assured that Narnia\u8217\'92s sirens did not use their songs, and other attractions
, to lure sailors onto the rocks as did the sirens of Susan\u8217\'92s classical
education, fealty had been offered and accepted, and the group had sung a song
of exquisite beauty in an utterly incomprehensible language for their new Monarchs
before returning to their homes. And their most remarkable feature, apart from
their astonishingly pure voices and the flawless, almost unearthly beauty which
they shared with several of Narnia\u8217\'92s other humanoid races, was their long
green hair.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
siren struggling uselessly and silently in the hands of the trolls was a young
girl, naked and with her waist-length green hair flowing over her shoulders like
water as she twisted and writhed. Physically she was clearly younger than Susan
with small, immature breasts much like Lucy\u8217\'92s when last Susan had seen
them five days previously and only a small tuft of green curls coating the slit
between her legs, although Susan was well aware this meant little as the Siren\u8217
\'92s actual age might be anything from ten years younger to hundreds of years older
than Susan. Although not technically human she looked like a young, green-haired
girl, felt pain and fear, behaved and, as far as Susan was aware, thought like
a human and it was hard to think of her as anything other than a girl she might
have gone to school with in England. Despite her own predicament Susan\u8217\'92
s heart went out to her and the green-haired girl\u8217\'92s emerald eyes suddenly
saw her, going wide with surprise and then soft with a desperate appeal.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Helplessly
Susan watched as the trolls dragged the girl before Ragnok and, to a barked order
, held her horizontally before him, pulling her legs wide apart. Ragnar ostentatiously
peered between them and then almost disinterestedly put a finger to the girl\u8217
\'92s tight little slit and then forced it into her body to its full length, ignoring
her writhing. Leaving it there he grinned cruelly down at Susan.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Cunt small,\u8221\'94 he said casually. \u8220\'93We make her big. You see
. Then we make you big.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
blatantly and cruelly swirled his finger around inside the tiny siren\u8217\'92s
vagina and lazily scratched the skin around his nose-hole with it, whistling a
deep appreciative sniff. Then he barked an order.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 As
Susan watched the wriggling but still silent Siren was carried to the edge of the
firelight where she was stood upright on her feel. Her hands were lashed together
behind her back and a rope that had been trailing uselessly down from the shadows
under the roof high above was knotted into her waterfall of hair. A troll seized
what was obviously the other end of the rope nearby and hauled on it. A spear,
tall as a troll, was produced and the siren\u8217\'92s ankles were bound to it
with her legs wide-spread. Then with her body twisting like a fish on a hook out
of water and her jerking legs held wide by the spear the Siren was lifted into
the air by her hair.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 For
the first time the green-hared girl made a noise, a keening like a wetted fingertip
drawn around the edge of a wine-glass, and Susan realised she, too, had seen what
Susan had, and knew what was about to happen. A thin stalagmite of white, glistening
rock perhaps twice as high as a man rose from the cave floor next to her, tapering
smoothly to a needle sharp, oddly-discoloured point. As the siren rose above it
two trolls reached up and seized her legs, the troll at the end of the rope lowered
her slightly and the creatures holding her legs manoeuvred her over the point of
the tall stone needle. Ragnok sauntered over and stood between the two trolls
holding the siren\u8217\'92s legs and peered upwards, making motions to the troll
holding the rope to slowly release it while helping the two holding her ankles
to line her up. Gently she was lowered onto the tip of the stone tooth.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
own pains forgotten Susan watched the inch-wide point press relentlessly against
the siren\u8217\'92s body between the lips of her crack as her weight settled on
it and then, as the girl\u8217\'92s virginity gave way, suddenly spear several
inches into her with a jolt. In response the girl\u8217\'92s pure-toned keening
jumped to a pitch at the very edge of Susan\u8217\'92s hearing and which would
have shattered crystal as she gave voice to her agony.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 For
the rock point was tapered, widening like a church spire, and as the troll with
the rope continued letting it out the girl\u8217\'92s hair settled about her shoulders
and all her weight worked at driving the stone deeper into her while only the
smallness and elastic resistance of her vagina was preventing it impaling her altogether
. Susan realised that tears were streaming down her face as the girl\u8217\'92s
unbelievably sweet cry of agony sang through the cave.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Ragnok
gave a satisfied nod and the two trolls at his side let go of the girl\u8217\'92
s legs. Her keen trembled as the movement and the little extra weight drove the
rock a further half-inch into her. With her hands behind her back she could not
reach the rope still twined and slack in her hair and every movement she made drove
a fraction more of the stone spike into her vagina. Slowly and with exquisite
care she relaxed her legs and let the spearshaft holding them apart rest against
the stone spike, straightened her spine so that her little breasts took up their
natural, softly-rounded form on her chest, squared her shoulders, closed her eyes
and let her song drift into silence amid the echoes of the cavern. Motionless
and silent, impaled by her own weight on the stone penis, she withdrew into herself
and her agony.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
troll chieftain again grinned with savage pleasure at Susan to make sure she was
watching and then reached up with a blunt finger to smear a horizontal line on
the stone spike through thin lines of crimson blood trickling down it from the girl
\u8217\'92s crotch.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93When she get there, she big enough,\u8221\'94 he announced happily. The line
was six inches below the siren\u8217\'92s wide-stretched vaginal lips and the stone
spike twice as thick as it was where it was then spread them. \u8220\'93Then
we do you.\u8221\'94 \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
\u8217\'92s stomach shrank to a cold knot but she said steadily enough, \u8220\'93
Let her go and do me now, then.\u8221\'94 She was faint with fear at what she was
asking him to do, yet she was also High Queen of Narnia and the girl suffering
on the point of the stone spear was one of her subjects whom it was Susan\u8217\'92
s duty to protect.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 There
was a murmur from the listening trolls and Susan knew she had scored another point
off the chieftain. She had challenged him, yet if he was to meet that challenge
they would have to let the green-haired girl down before her cunt-lips reached
the line drawn in her blood, if she survived that long. Susan watched Ragnok consider
his options and then sneer a response.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No. We sleep now. You make us happy tonight.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Despite
her horror and heart-wrenching sympathy for the little siren, who would be hours
on her spike as a result, Susan felt a vast wave of relief at her own reprieve.
She had seen, too, another flare of awe and unwilling respect for her in the chieftain
\u8217\'92s one good eye as she had challenged him to do something he had obviously
thought would reduce her to terror, even as it had.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I need a drink,\u8221\'94 Susan croaked, quite truthfully as unremitting fear
of the night and the horror she had endured and seen in the cavern had left her
parched.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Then Ragnok give you drink,\u8221\'94 the troll said immediately. In three
paces he crossed to her, tilted his hips to her and a jet of urine from his penis
hit her in the face.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
jerked her head away, dashing the steaming hot, thick, stinking liquid from her
lips. A moment later another jet from the other side hit her in the ear and ran
over her shoulder. Within moments a dozen laughing trolls were peeing on her, chanting
\u8216\'91drink, drink, drink\u8217\'92 urine was streaming down her back and over
her breasts and thighs as she furiously tried to keep any of it from hitting her
in the face.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was kneeling weeping with anger, terror and sheer weariness in a wide pool of piss
and feeling it trickle from her hair and cool on her skin, when it at last stopped
. Ragnok barked an order and she was lifted to her feet and dragged to a deep bay
at the edge of the cavern. There her hands were raised above her head and her
wrists tied to another rope dangling from the roof. There was no sharp spike to
lower her on, however. Instead she was swung over a hole in the floor which, she
saw once she was over it, looked very like a well. It was pitch black and as she
was lowered into it she knew without knowing how that it was very, very deep.
As her head disappeared below the level of the floor she caught a last glimpse of
the siren balancing motionless on the stone spike piercing her sex. Then the darkness
of the well together with a breathtaking stench embraced her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A little
further down her feet made contact with what felt like a round pole spanning the
hole. It was no wider than her feet and slimy, like a greased pole at a fair,
yet it served to take the weight off her arms and she stood on it. Instantly the
trolls above stopped lowering her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93We come you tonight,\u8221\'94 one said. \u8220\'93You wait us.\u8221\'94
Then, choking with laughter at his wit, their feet scuffed away from the well. \par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh Aslan, please help me,\u8221\'94 Susan begged with all her heart into the
silence and loneliness around her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 For
a long moment nothing changed then, above her, she heard a soft padding as of big
paws on stone and even the little light that seeped into the pit from above was
blacked out as something large and round filled the mouth of the well. Susan\u8217
\'92s heart leapt with relief and joy as she turned her face upwards. \u8220\'93
Oh, Aslan,\u8221\'94 she called out happily.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Something
warm, sloppily soft and stinking hit her in the face to drop off onto her breasts
and slide thickly down her stomach. Shock paralysed Susan even as she realised
what it was. A moment later a thick stream of urine splashed against the rock
wall just above her head and showered her with a fine hot spray. The troll farted
explosively in Susan\u8217\'92s direction, grunted with contentment and then shuffled
away. Frantically Susan tried to shake the remnants of the lump of troll-shit
off her face and her feet slid off the slippery pole beneath her. Her heart stopped
as she dropped two feet into the black depths beneath her, then she jerked painfully
to a stop as the rope took up the strain. For a moment she dangled from her arms
but then with desperate feet located the pole and after an arm-cracking struggle
managed to get back onto it again. Another troll arse appeared over the mouth
of the pit above her, more shit rained down on her and Susan realised she had been
hung in the latrine.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
day became a nightmare. Stones knocked into the pit by the feet of trolls visiting
it for a shit and a piss on her rattled and clattered off rocky walls that sounded
far, far below her. She fell off her perch to hang over the awful drop twice more
when, weary to the bone, she dozed off and lost her footing, but the rope was
not slack enough to allow her to sit down on it. The slack did allow her to bring
her tied wrists down almost to the level of her head and, grunting with the strain
, she once lifted herself by her arms sufficiently to explore the knot holding her
. It was caked with troll-shit, as was she, yet in her despair she seriously considered
attacking it with her teeth. Her hands, though, were separately tied and although
she could get the rope into them it was thin and slippery and they were numb.
When the knot gave way her grip on the rope would be the only thing preventing her
dropping back onto the slippery pole and if she missed her footing on that she
would drop helplessly into the unknown black depths below. Even this at times seemed
tempting, yet she still clung to the hope that the trolls only wanted to fuck her
, and probably fuck her and fuck her and fuck her, yet she could surely survive
that and might one day\u8230\'85 \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
did not try calling on Aslan again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Slow
hours passed and she was becoming delirious with thirst, half-dozing in a semi-
squat like a chicken on the pole with part of her weight on her arms and the rest
on her feet, layers of troll-shit on her head, shoulders and the upper slopes of
her breasts when without warning the rope jerked her upwards. Taken by surprise
she screamed, but she had spent all her strength and more just maintaining her
perch for hour after hour and could do nothing but dangle helplessly by the arms
as she was hauled from the pit. A grinning party of trolls dragged her like a
sack across the rough rock floor and deposited her at the feet of Ragnok in his
throne. Even the little light from the fire now burned Susan\u8217\'92s eyes and
she turned away her head away.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Pah!\u8221\'94 Ragnok spat on her. \u8220\'93Queen of Narnia smell. Disrespectful
to Ragnok. Clean her.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was dragged away, rock fragments and sharp striations on the floor scraping her
skin, clawing at her breasts and catching with sharp agonies at her nipples while
her shoulders bumped off boulders and the ankles of laughing trolls. Then she
was picked up and thrown through the air. She screamed on seeing a ragged-edged
black mouth in the rock floor beneath her and then caught a glimpse of the shimmer
of water within it the moment before she hit it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
was near freezing and the cold seared into her. It was deep, too, and with her
hands still tied to the rope she couldn\u8217\'92t swim. Desperately she twisted
beneath the surface but her feet could find no bottom to the pool and she sunk
into its depths. Then the rope jerked at her shoulders and she was hauled from
the water like a fish to lay choking and shaking with cold on the edge of the pool
. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Still dirty,\u8221\'94 a voice declared and she was tossed back into the pool
again. This time they left her there until the cold was beginning to squeeze her
heart and the blood scream in her ears before twitching her out again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Still dirty.\u8221\'94 She barely had time to snatch a breath before she was
back in the pool again, being dragged helplessly by the arms from side to side
underwater like a piece of washing in a tub.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was dunked twice more before the voice declared happily, \u8220\'93Queen clean,
\u8221\'94 and she was dragged before Ragnok again. She had, though, been able
to snatch a quick drink and the shock of the icy water had cleared her mind. Dripping
like a fish and fighting to take command of muscles that were shaking with cold
she actually felt slightly better and forced herself to her knees to face up to
her tormentor.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
troll chieftain gave her a smile that promised pain and yet more pain. \u8220\'93
We open you up now for Ragnok,\u8221\'94 he said with satisfaction. \u8220\'93And
you make Ragnok child.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 So
that was it. Susan sagged. He wanted to breed from her. Whether she could actually
conceive a child by the creature she had no idea. In Narnia many things were possible
which would never happen back in her own world. She couldn\u8217\'92t even begin
to imagine what such a cross-breed would look like but if it acquired any of its
father\u8217\'92s physical characteristics at all it would surely be impossible
for her to give birth to it anyway. It would simply be too big. Her heart sank
like a stone into her stomach at the prospect of that, yet a small flare of hope
ignited there, too. While Ragnok held to that intention he would surely want her
reasonably fit and healthy, so he would not be likely to damage her too much.
He would surely also not let any of the other males of his clan have her, let alone
all of them as had been a real fear, for he would want to be sure any offspring
was his. It even made a kind of sense, for she was well aware that in Narnia the
blood of a Son of Adam or Daughter of Eve had the kind of mystical aura accorded
royalty in her own world, and there it had not been unknown for royal females to
be forceably kidnapped and bred from by a powerful family or clan seeking an infusion
of royal blood.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 But
to get her pregnant the troll had to impregnate her, and to do that he had to penetrate
her, and to do that he had to \u8216\'91open her up\u8217\'92 for his penis. She
glanced up and to one side.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
green-haired girl was still impaled like a rag doll on the rock spike. Her eyes
were open and rested on Susan but they were dull with agony endured beyond endurance
. Between her lax thighs her impossibly stretched cunt-lips were much closer to
the line drawn in her blood than they had been all those hours ago, but they were
still two inches short of it and the line was almost invisible beneath a sheen
of fresh, glistening crimson blood.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93How can you expect me to have a baby if you do that to me?\u8221\'94 she gasped
in horror.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93How Ragnok get prick in if not do?\u8221\'94 Ragnok enquired mildly, the breath
whistling through the hole in his face. \u8220\'93And how you have troll baby
with Daughter of Eve\u8217\'92s little cunt?\u8221\'94 He nodded at her thighs.
\u8220\'93Just open up door,\u8221\'94 he went on. \u8220\'93No hurt inside.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Susan
reluctantly accepted that. From what she knew of the lay-out of her own insides
it was likely that the rock spike would not have penetrated far enough to do any
damage to her ovaries or womb by the time it had forced the mouth of her vagina
open wide enough to accept a bulbous troll penis, and if she was to give birth
to a human-troll baby she might well need it to be wider still.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
green-haired girl, though, was much smaller than she was and the rock where the
line was drawn had become thicker than Ragnok\u8217\'92s prick by an two inches
or more. If the siren\u8217\'92s internal arrangements were the same as Susan\u8217
\'92s the blunt tip of the stone spear would already have torn through the end of
her vagina where it turned its right-angle into her uterus. It was no wonder the
stone between the girls\u8217\'92 legs was wet with blood. Her weight on it was
slowly driving the point through her internal organs.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Then let\u8217\'92s get on with it,\u8221\'94 Susan snarled back at the troll
, her desire to end the siren\u8217\'92s suffering overcoming even her own terror
of what was to come.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Ragnor
could not hide his momentary surprise, nor the flare once again of awe and respect
for Susan in his eye as she sought what he had expected her to cower from. Knowing
she had seen it he spat at her in fury.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes. Water girl take to long. Finish it, and have her,\u8221\'94 he angrily
told the crowd of trolls watching in eager anticipation. With a delighted howl
the crowd rushed to gather around the siren\u8217\'92s rock. Cruel hands reached
up to seize the spear-shaft and her ankles over their heads and, as Susan watched
with appalled horror, began steadily pulling her downwards.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
siren shrieked, a sustained note of unbelievable purity and agony to which she
added strange and impossible harmonics of such desolation that it broke Susan\u8217
\'92s heart. Remorselessly more and yet more of the stone spike seemed to slide
into the siren\u8217\'92s vagina and Susan saw the narrow floor at the bottom of
her wide-stretched crevice split open like a crack in an ice-covered pool while
the little lobes of her labia and the tiny finger that was her immature clitoris
were ground into a mush by the slowly sliding rock like trees before a glacier
and sucked into the crimson pulp that had been her vagina.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
wreckage of the green-haired girl\u8217\'92s genitals touched the line and the
trolls cheered. One seized the end of the rope tied into her hair and began hauling
it in. Limply hanging from by her hair the breathlessly keening siren rose from
the spike of rock and a gush of blood gouted from the hole into her body to slide
like red ice down its white sides. Barely clear of the rock she was dragged away
from it and lowered to the eagerly awaiting hands. The rope was ripped from her
hair, her ankles unlashed from the spear and she was carried high like a trophy
above the mob to the low rock, dripping blood onto the heads beneath her. To her
horror Susan could see that she was still alive as, though silent now, her head
moved weakly and her fluttering eyes probed the shadows beneath the roof above
her as though seeking the sun or the stars beyond. At the rock she was flung down
on it like a slab of meat and her legs wrenched apart just as Susan\u8217\'92s
had been in the morning but the troll who made to step between them, already flinging
his kilt aside, was roughly bundled aside by another. An angry fist was flung
and within moments a free-for-all brawl had broken out involving about a dozen trolls
all apparently determined to be the first to fuck the broken green-haired girl.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Only
around a quarter of the trolls in the cavern were involved in the fight. Many
of the rest stood by and watched with interest, the siren laying sprawled motionless
on the rock almost forgotten, blood pooling around her thighs. At Ragnok\u8217
\'92s bark three came over and hauled Susan roughly to her feet. She was dragged
over to the spear of rock still dripping with the siren\u8217\'92s blood and the
rope from the siren\u8217\'92s hair lashed around her arms and chest just beneath
her breasts, Susan\u8217\'92s shoulder-length hair presumably not being long enough
to tie it to. Her legs were wrenched apart and her ankles lashed to the spear.
A troll heaved at the rope and she soared into the air.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
was too weak to fight. Big hands seized her ankles and positioned her legs each
side of the spike. At the low rock on which the siren lay dying the fight was
over with several trolls lying sprawled on the rock floor as others picked themselves
up or sat nursing gouges or bruises. The winner stepped between the green-haired
girl\u8217\'92s legs waving his fat, stubby prick triumphantly at his audience,
although many of them were also trying to watch Susan being lowered onto her stone
spike at the same time.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
felt the tip of the spike gently kiss her body between the legs and the trolls
holding her ankles manoeuvre her into position. Ragnok had left his throne and,
blatently ignoring what was happening to the green-haired girl, was standing below
Susan directing the insertion of the rock spike into her cunt. She felt it part
her cunt-lips and locate the hole that was her vagina but with a curious, almost
serene calm, barely noticed it. Instead from her vantage-point she could see over
the heads of the interested crowd of trolls surrounding the siren of her rock to
the green-haired girl herself. As the troll between her legs stepped forward and
pressed his penis into the crimson mess between her thighs, forcing a gout of bloody
pulp out of her body as he pressed his prick quite literally into her flesh, she
turned her head to face Susan, her eyes met the Queen\u8217\'92s and she smiled
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Then
, with four inches of the stone spike in her vagina its widening flanks met the
resistance of her pelvic girdle and the pain began.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang5129\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
11\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang5129\fs32\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 King
Edmund was still lying snugly abed enjoying the prospect of a few Susanless days
in Cair Paravel when the alarm trumpets began blaring. Deciding that Peter was
also taking advantage of Susan\u8217\'92s absence by holding some kind of surprise
exercise for the army, which had nothing to do with him, he snuggled deeper into
his blankets and ignored it. A few minutes later, however, came a tap at his door
and his anxious major-domo, a four-foot-high badger called Brock, put a hairy,
long-nosed head around it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Forgive me, my King,\u8221\'94 he growled. \u8220\'93There is an emergency.
The High King requests your presence in the War Room without delay.\u8221\'94\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
shot out of bed. If his brother had decided to include him in his war games Edmund
was not about to miss the chance. And perhaps it wasn\u8217\'92t a game.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93What\u8217\'92s the matter?\u8221\'94 he asked as a stream of talking rabbit
servants poured into the room behind the badger, bearing his clothes for the day
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Her Majesty, the High Queen, has been taken,\u8221\'94 Brock told him solemnly
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93What? Where? By who?\u8221\'94 Edmund squeaked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The High King knows all there is to know,\u8221\'94 the badger told him. \u8220
\'93I know no more than that.\u8221\'94 Impatiently and with a very nervous buzz
in his stomach Edmund allowed the rabbits to dress him and then ran from his rooms
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peter
\u8217\'92s War Room was based on the one Churchill was supposed to have somewhere
beneath Horseguard\u8217\'92s Parade in London where the War Cabinet met. King
Peter\u8217\'92s, though, was a small room above the castle\u8217\'92s extensive
stables which linked the Royal part of Cair Paravel with the garrison. A few crude
maps of doubtful accuracy hung on the walls and a big, empty table sat in its middle
between a few chairs for the very few denizens of Narnia that could use a one.
A ramp had been built up to it from ground-level to allow the Centaurs which formed
the bulk of Peter\u8217\'92s staff to reach the room from ground level. As Edmund
rushed into it he saw many of them gathered in the open space left for them with
the leaders of the talking-dog squadrons trying to keep out from under their hooves
and the humanoid Generals of the dwarf and gnome Corps of Guards perched uncomfortably
on the chairs which, Peter-sized, were too tall for them. Centre of attention,
though, was Belrath, steaming, gleaming and dripping white-foaming sweat onto the
carpet of Royal blue. For Belrath to be in Cair Paravel when High Queen Susan
was somewhere else was very bad news indeed and Edmund\u8217\'92s heart lurched.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Peter,\u8221\'94 he called across the crowded, seething room. His brother turned
from an earnest conversation with the giant red squirrel who commanded the Corps
of Scouts, called, \u8220\'93wait \u8216\'91til Lucy gets here,\u8221\'94 and turned
away again. Edmund scowled.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 A few
minutes later Lucy bustled in, her hair patently unbrushed and untied lacing still
trailing from the bodice of her dress. In a wave of surreptitious movement a path
opened for her to cross the room to Peter in a way that hadn\u8217\'92t happened
for Edmund. Ignoring her twin Lucy swept down it and Edmund, scowling even harder
, had to follow in her wake.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Susan was kidnapped last night, in Kingsbridge,\u8221\'94 Peter told them without
preamble. \u8220\'93It seems there was a secret passage to her bedroom no-one
knew about. She wasn\u8217\'92t missed until they went to wake her this morning
. The dogs say it was Cave Trolls.\u8221\'94 \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Lucy
screamed and Edmund went cold. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The hounds tracked them to the river\u8217\'92s edge where it seems they had
a boat waiting,\u8221\'94 Peter went on, \u8220\'93Belrath came right here to raise
the alarm.\u8221\'94 Which meant, Edmund realised, that the Centaur had covered
twenty miles in very little time.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I\u8217\'92m arranging to have both banks of the river combed in both directions
,\u8221\'94 Peter went on, \u8220\'93Tho\u8217\'92 I don\u8217\'92t think they would
have gone downstream as there is nowhere for them to go. But if they took Sue
early in the night, they could still have got a long way before dawn. Don\u8217
\'92t worry. We\u8217\'92ll soon find her and get her back,\u8221\'94 he finished
with a confidence Edmund knew was forced.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Aslan won\u8217\'92t let anything {\lang1033 bad }happen to her,\u8221\'94 Lucy
declared firmly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No, of course he won\u8217\'92t,\u8221\'94 Peter agreed with her fondly.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93What can I do?\u8221\'94 Edmund offered. He didn\u8217\'92t share his brother
\u8217\'92s confidence that it would be possible to quickly find a presumably small
party of trolls in the vast forests that lay between Cair Paravel and Beruna, and
even if they did Susan had already been in their hands for perhaps twelve hours
, which meant there might not be much left of her to find. Very little was known
of what trolls did to their captives and those who knew even that little had refused
to impart most of it to the Royal children yet what very little indeed Edmund knew
was {\lang1033 }all {\lang1033 still} very, very unpleasant. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Which
left Aslan. But if they were relying on Aslan to rescue Susan from the trolls
it begged the question as to why the great lion had allowed the trolls to capture
{\lang1033 her} in the first place.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I\u8217\'92m going to be taking charge of things here,\u8221\'94 Peter declared
. \u8220\'93You two are going to have to carry out the Royal duties on your own
until Susan is back. No,\u8221\'94 he overrode the beginnings of a protest from
Lucy. \u8220\'93It\u8217\'92s important that things go on as normally as possible
. If we all flap around everyone will get frightened and that\u8217\'92s how panic
starts. You\u8217\'92ve got to show everyone that you\u8217\'92re not worried
so they can take courage from you.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
reflected that there had been a lot of that kind of talk in London in the weeks
before they were evacuated. He hadn\u8217\'92t looked to hear it in Narnia too
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Come on, Lu,\u8221\'94 he said firmly. \u8220\'93Peter\u8217\'92s right. Don
\u8217\'92t forget, \u8216\'91Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile
, smile, smile\u8217\'92.\u8221\'94 He began warbling the old marching song from
the First World War, which had been undergoing something of a revival in the England
they had left. After a moment his twin joined in firmly and they marched from
the room, which immediately broke out into a murmur of suggestion, observation and
counter-suggestion behind them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Once
outside Lucy stopped singing and turned to face Edmund. He knew that she wanted
comfort and reassurance but the occasion he had blackmailed her into letting him
have sex with her in the maze lay like a wall between them. Without that he recognised
that he might have been able to take her in his arms and give her a hug, and who
knew what that might have led to in the circumstances of the day. Now, though,
he knew that she didn\u8217\'92t want him to touch her. Rather coldly she declared
that she was going to finish getting dressed and would then organise breakfast,
and left him. In need of the lavatory in his rooms Edmund made his way there thoughtfully
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 He
knew his twin sister well enough to know that she was deeply worried, as was Peter
. {\lang1033 This} frightened him for he certainly didn\u8217\'92t share his twin
\u8217\'92s confidence in Aslan. He hadn\u8217\'92t seen the great lion since
their coronation nearly a year earlier and was quite happy about it, for Aslan made
him very uncomfortable. {\lang1033 The lion} was, Edmund felt in a way he knew
none of the others would understand, just too good to be true. It had {\lang1033
already }occurred to Edmund that the White Witch\u8217\'92s downfall {\lang1033 would
not} have been so easy had the whole incident of the lion\u8217\'92s voluntary
sacrifice on the Stone Table not occurred, yet for that to have happened it had
been necessary for the Witch to have had Edmund to bargain with in the first place
. Given what had happened it seemed to Edmund that in fact he had been the sacrificial
victim, not Aslan. Indeed, Edmund harboured a strong suspicion that Aslan had manipulated
him and the others from {\lang1033 the outset} although it was not a suspicion
he could possibly have shared with them, and he could not help feeling that if it
suited Aslan\u8217\'92s purposes he or any of the others were utterly expendable
. Some of the previous Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve who had sat on Narnia\u8217
\'92s throne at Aslan\u8217\'92s bidding, had come to very sticky ends indeed, a
fact which his brother and sisters seemed oblivious to.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Being
a King in Narnia was just like a fairytale, he reflected as he entered his suite
, and in fairytales some very unpleasant things can happen. Remember Hansel and
Gretel. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
was waiting from him in his bedroom, surprising him from his reflections.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 At
the sight of her little white legs beneath the serrated edge of the leaf-green dress
his prick twitched eagerly but he saw from the look on her face that she was not
there to pleasure him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King,\u8221\'94 she whispered, bowing so low that he could see the perfectly
flat plain of her chest through the loose-neckline of the dress. \u8220\'93This
is an terrible thing.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes.\u8221\'94 The little fairy\u8217\'92s {\lang1033 obvious }concern added
to Edmund\u8217\'92s worry. \u8220\'93I wish there was something I could do.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy\u8217\'92s silence was more eloquent that words.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93What? What is it?\u8221\'94 Edmund asked eagerly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King\u8230\'85\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom bobbed uneasily. \u8220\'93I wish
for the High Queen\u8217\'92s safe return above all things. Yet more than all
things I would not put the King I love in the way of danger. What is Peaseblossom
to do?\u8221\'94 The bright, wide eyes which regarded him from her lovely little
-girl\u8217\'92s face were full of trouble and unhappiness.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93I don\u8217\'92t understand, PB\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund} told her, still
tingling from the way she had referred to \u8216\'91the King I love\u8217\'92.
\u8220\'93Is there something I could do?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King,\u8221\'94 the fairy whispered unhappily. \u8220\'93There may not be
anything anyone could do, by now. Queen Susan has been in the hands of the {\i
trolloclodyte }for more than long enough\u8230\'85. Yet,\u8221\'94 she shook off
the meaningful pause visibly and her voice took on a firmer tone. \u8220\'93The
High Queen of Narnia in person is perhaps a toy even they will be reluctant to
break too quickly, so we may yet be able to wrest her from them. If we knew where
they were.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes.\u8221\'94 Edmund felt a moment\u8217\'92s exasperation at her for stating
the obvious. \u8220\'93Peter\u8217\'92s doing all he can to find them.\u8221\'94
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The High King is indeed,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom agreed hesitantly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93\u8217\'92But\u8217\'92 what?\u8221\'94 Edmund asked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93There is another way,\u8221\'94 the fairy offered reluctantly. \u8220\'93But
\u8230\'85\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93\u8217\'92But\u8217\'92 what?\u8221\'94 Edmund asked again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The Oracle is of the Deep Magic.\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom said. \u8220\'93It
will know if anything can be done to save the High Queen. But as it is of the
Deep Magic it would not be proper for the High King to ask of it. And Queen Lucy
is female{\lang1033 , and still so young.}\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
Deep Magic was something Narnians to a creature were reluctant to talk about.
In some way it underpinned Narnia itself and even Aslan and the White Witch were
subject to it, as Aslan had called on it and the Witch had been ruled by it when
they had clashed on the children\u8217\'92s first arrival in Narnia. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Why wouldn\u8217\'92t it be proper for Peter to ask it?\u8221\'94 Edmund asked
. \u8220\'93Is it dangerous? Are you saying I\u8217\'92ve got to do it?\u8221\'94
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The thrones you sit upon and the power born there are not of the Deep Magic,
\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom explained. \u8220\'93It would be unwise for the High King
to bring the one to the other. Is it dangerous? Is the wind dangerous? Is water
dangerous? No Narnian will recognise the Oracle, for they fear it too much.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Why is Lucy being female\u8230\'85.? She\u8216\'91s older than me. Though not
by much.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93The Deep Magic is of the male,\u8221\'94 the fairy explained. \u8220\'93And
ever seeks domination over the female.. The price it would ask of Queen Lucy for
this knowledge\u8230\'85. She is but a child yet, and unready for that.\u8221\'94
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8216
\'91What?\u8217\'92 Edmund wanted to ask but didn\u8217\'92t like to. \u8220\'93
But what about me?\u8221\'94 he asked instead. \u8220\'93Would it ask a price of
me?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Knowledge is never free,\u8221\'94 the little fairy declared solemnly. \u8220
\'93The Oracle will always ask a price. Sometimes it is boon, sometimes doom.
Sometimes dooms seem like boons, sometimes dooms are boons. The Deep Magic is subtle
and works across ages. The price it might ask could seem trivial, yet who can
foresee what the consequences of the tiniest action may be across time? Or again
, its price may be valuable beyond worth. When King Acemonix consulted the Oracle
the price asked was just two stones from his kingdom, which the King agreed to
pay. When payment fell due the Oracle demanded his testicles. Thus Queen Alithea
came to the Throne rather than any later sons the king might have had. She ruled
well, but who can say whether that was better than what might have been? The Deep
Magic is not evil, nor is it good. It is itself. Will my king risk this for his
sister?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Put
like that Edmund knew he had no choice. \u8220\'93How\u8230\'85? Where\u8230\'85
?\u8221\'94 he asked nervously.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Will my King make trial of the Oracle?\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom asked solemnly
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Yes,\u8221\'94 Edmund said unhappily.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King is noble beyond Narnia\u8217\'92s worth,\u8221\'94 the little fairy
breathed in awe, her eyes gazing fondly on Edmund. \u8220\'93Come.\u8221\'94\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Her
King, Edmund reflected as he followed her into the secret passages, was scared
stiff and not at all sure he would be able to go through with it when actually faced
with the Oracle, whatever it was. Yet for the moment the look of love in Peaseblossom
\u8217\'92s eyes held him to the purpose.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 She
led him deep into the passages below the castle, and then off in a direction she
had never taken before. At last they entered a round chamber with no exit. Standing
at its centre was a stone arch within which a white fog swirled as though it opened
to somewhere else entirely different because, Edmund presumed, it did.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93My King must pass through the arch and follow the path to the Oracle,\u8221\'94
Peaseblossom said in a whisper. \u8220\'93I shall wait here for your return.\u8221
\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Aren\u8217\'92t you coming?\u8221\'94 Edmund squeaked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93It would not be proper,\u8221\'94 the little fairy told him. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
\u8217\'92s nerve wavered.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93There are no dangers there,\u8221\'94 Peaseblossom assured him. \u8220\'93Beyond
the Deep Magic itself. And the choices it offers are yours to accept or decline
as you wish. If my King deems the price too high no-one will know of it but me
, and in my eyes my King can do no wrong.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh, Peebee!\u8221\'94 Edmund wanted to hug the little fairy and certainly did
not want to go through the arch, yet as she drew her tiny body upright as though
offering it to him without reserve he did the only thing he felt he could, and
strode firmly into the fog.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 It
chilled him and a {\lang1033 cold, }sharp dampness filled his nose, yet it quickly
thinned to a breathing mist through which he could see a narrow path at his feet
leading away {\lang1033 across} a thin, sour grass-covered hillside. Reluctantly
he followed it. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
path led steeply downwards in a curve as though in a bowl in some bleak moorland
hillside and terminated at the edge of a wide pool of black, bitter-looking water
from which the mists surrounded him seemed to be issuing. At the centre of the
pool lay a small islet on which stood a stone table much like the one on which
Aslan had allowed himself to be sacrificed. Sitting easily on the table, swinging
his legs lazily beneath it and whistling tunelessly was a tubby old man with long
white hair{\lang1033 , a round, cheerful face and }wearing a black academic gown
over a shabby grey suit. He was an amalgam of every teacher Edmund had ever known
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Hello.\u8221\'94 He {\lang1033 peered at Edmund through tiny round gold-rimmed
spectacles and then }hailed {\lang1033 him }across the water{\lang1033 , waving
} happily. \u8220\'93Lovely day.\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Are you the Oracle?\u8221\'94 Edmund called back, uncertainly. It didn\u8217
\'92t seem like a lovely day to him, from any viewpoint.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 The
tutor seemed to ponder the question.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Strictly speaking, no,\u8221\'94 he said. \u8220\'93If you want the true Oracle
you\u8217\'92d have to go to Greece, and long ago. But we have much in common,
she and I.\u8221\'94 \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Oh. Peaseblossom sent me to find the Oracle,\u8221\'94 Edmund said helplessly
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93No,\u8221\'94 the {\lang1033 old }man said cheerfully. \u8220\'93Your {\lang1033
lissom }little friend sent you to find me. But had she used the name by which I
\u8217\'92m known here you would not have known what she was talking about. Giving
me a name you understood saved time which,\u8221\'94 he observed solemnly, \u8220
\'93I am now wasting on semantics. You want to know where your elder sister is,
yes?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Er, what is you price for telling me?\u8221\'94 Edmund asked nervously.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93Worried for your balls, boy?\u8221\'94 the old man guffawed. \u8220\'93Well
, most men would be better off if they thought with their brains instead of with
their balls. I\u8217\'92ll {\lang1033 tell }you that for free. But {\lang1033
few men} can tell the difference and while it doesn\u8217\'92t matter most of the
time it does when he\u8217\'92s a king. But don\u8217\'92t worry, yours are safe
. From me anyway. That pretty little fairy friend of yours is another matter,
of course, but you certainly wouldn\u8217\'92t want to pay me anything to learn
that so I\u8217\'92ll not tell you. In fact the price for this knowledge is not
yours to pay at all, but another\u8217\'92s. And he may choose whether or not
to pay it. Do you want it?\u8221\'94\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28 Not
fully understanding but hugely relieved that what he was doing was apparently not
going to cost him anything Edmund nodded. The teacher looked gratified, sighted
down two pointed fingers at Edmund with his thumb cocked and said, \u8220\'93Pow
\u8221\'94 like a schoolboy playing at cowboys.{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 The knowledge you seek is now in your mind,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
he told Edmund, blowing across his fingertips like the barrel of an imaginary revolver
. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 The price for its revelation is for the Queen}\u8217\'92
{\lang1033 s horseman to acknowledge his greatest desire.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Er.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund, confused, stood helplessly looking
at him.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Go, boy.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} The Oracle chivvied Edmund away with his
hands urgently. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Time speeds against your sister. Your little
fairy succubus will know what to do.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Er, yes. Right.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 A still confused Edmund turned
and ran. \par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
path led him back uphill into the mist which thickened and clung to him. Then
the archway loomed darkly out of it and he stumbled through it into the room where
Peaseblossom was waiting anxiously. As he appeared she flung herself at him and
clung frantically about his neck.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Oh my King is safe,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} she wept. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}Did he get the information he sought?{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}I{\lang5129\u8230\'85} Yes{\lang5129\u8230\'85} I don{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}t know,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Edmund admitted, hugging her tiny, lithe body.
{\lang5129\u8220\'93}I talked to the Oracle. He said the knowledge was in my mind
, but I wouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t know it unless the Queen{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s horseman paid the price. Something about him and his greatest wish. Who is
the Queen{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s horseman?{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
fairy untangled herself and floated away a few feet. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}The Queen
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s horseman?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} she echoed thoughtfully.
{\lang5129\u8220\'93}The Queen has no horsemen. Perhaps it meant the Queen{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s horse-man?{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Belrath!{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Edmund exclaimed, understanding instantly
. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Where is he?{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
little fairy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s eyes, which had been searching his face worriedly
, suddenly lost focus as though she was looking at something within herself. Then
they fixed on him again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}The Centaur is with the High King,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} she said with
complete confidence.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Should I tell Peter, you know, about this?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Edmund
asked her reluctantly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Better that you speak with the Centaur first,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Peaseblossom
suggested. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}If he does not wish to pay the price it will be
easier for him not to if the High King is not looking for him to.{\lang5129\u8221
\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Not want to do his greatest wish? Why should he want to do that?{\lang5129
\u8221\'94} Edmund asked, perplexed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}He will not,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} the fairy declared with certainty.
{\lang5129\u8220\'93}And he will not trust the Deep Magic. Yet his given duty to
the High Queen imposes a terrible obligation on him to do both. I fear he will
not respond to your majesty with joy when you tell him of this. Yet every minute
we waste is a minute more of terror for Queen Susan, so we must seek him out without
delay. Come, my King.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Still
confused, Edmund obediently followed the little fairy as she led him back through
the labyrinth of passages, the glow of light from her wand glinting off the grooves
and gouges left in the raw rock walls by the tools of the long-forgotten tunnellers
. Eventually they emerged through an ancient door on rusty hinges into the daylight
of an empty, disused room alongside the vast stables which served the Castle.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}If the High King were to see your majesty, he might enquire why you are
here,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Peaseblossom said to Edmund shyly. {\lang5129\u8220
\'93}Better perhaps if I seek out the Centaur and bring him to you. Yes?{\lang5129
\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Er, yes,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Edmund agreed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Then if my King will wait here{\lang5129\u8230\'85\u8221\'94} Giving
him no time to agree or disagree the little fairy darted off like a gnat. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Completely
perplexed by it all Edmund waited. Distantly he could here the uproar in the castle
, the clatter of hooves, the blare of horns sounding assemble, excited voices nearby
comparing often wildly inaccurate speculation while in his forgotten room a fly
buzzed endlessly and dust settled slowly through the early morning sunshine shining
in through the unglassed window.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Then
the door jerked open and Queen Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s huge Centaur ducked
in under the nine-foot high lintel, Peaseblossom floating behind him. Edmund backed
nervously into a corner.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Majesty.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Belrath briefly acknowledged Edmund
and then his eyes flicked around the room. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 I do not see
{\lang2057 Tarttak.}}\u8221\'94{\lang2057 \par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 He}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s, um}\u8230\'85\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund
}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s Centaur guardian was, of course, still standing guard outside
Edmund}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s empty chamber. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 He}\u8217\'92
{\lang1033 s, um, doing something else,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund declared firmly
, resolving not to be intimidated by the huge, frighteningly powerful creature.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
looked unconvinced. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}The fairy said you have some information
concerning the High Queen{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s disappearance you will only impart
to me,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he said. The tone of stretched patience his voice
suggested that he was expecting some trivial observation or childish suggestion
from the young King which he would have to courteously, and time-wastingly, dismiss
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I know where Susan is,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund declared, annoyed
that the Centaur should treat him so disrespectfully while Peaseblossom was watching
and determined to put the creature in its place. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 I went
and consulted the Oracle, the Deep Magic thing, and he told me that I knew where
Susan is, but would only know if you did your greatest wish.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 A great
stillness came over the man-horse and the look he gave Edmund made the boy want
to run away and hide. But Peaseblossom was watching.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Did the fairy put you up to this?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the Centaur
asked coldly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t you want to find Susan?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
Edmund flared back, butterflies the size of eagles in his stomach as he faced up
to the huge man-horse.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s face darkened in anger and he snorted. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}The Deep Magic is a chancy tool,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he said with soft anger.
{\lang5129\u8220\'93}It has a habit of turning to its own use those who would use
it. Has your majesty already forgotten the lesson of the White Witch, when you
arrived?{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
remembered. The White Witch had thought she was using the Deep Magic to gain her
victory over Aslan and so she was, but it had turned and bitten her on the bum.
Badly.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 But for good or evil, it is done,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Belrath
said darkly. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 And your motives were no doubt good, which may
play a part. Tell me what it said.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
was no better at remembering a conversation verbatim than are most people. \par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Er, he said that I knew where my sister was, but would only know
if you did your biggest wish.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8216
\'91{\lang1033 The words, boy. The actual words,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Belrath
growled. \par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Being
called {\lang5129\u8216\'91}boy{\lang5129\u8217\'92} by the Centaur with Peaseblossom
watching rankled deeply within King Edmund, yet he accepted the man-horse{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s point that the actual words might be important and struggled to remember
what the tutor had actually said.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 He went like this,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund emulated being shot
at by two fingers and saw that the Centaur didn}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t understand
. After all, there were no six-shooters, nor cowboys, in Narnia so how could he
? }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 And said that the knowledge was in my head but I would
only understand when you did your greatest wish.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 \par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 He
could tell that the Centaur was far from satisfied. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Did it
refer to me by name?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Belrath asked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Er, no,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund said, struggling to remember
.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 On his return my King said that the {\i Haruspex} made reference
to the Queen}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s horseman,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peaseblossom
offered cautiously from where she hovered in a corner.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Yes, that was it,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund jumped onto it eagerly
. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 He said that I wouldn}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t have to pay
the price, the Queens horseman would. And you could decide whether or not to pay
it.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
ignored the fairy but nodded slowly as though accepting what Edmund said. {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}It would be just,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he said, largely to himself Edmund
suspected. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}For the High Queen was lost while in my care.{
\lang5129\u8221\'94} His eyes speared Edmund on his spot. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}And what was the price I must choose whether or not to pay? Give me its exact
words.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Placed
on the spot Edmund realised he couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t remember the exact
words used by the professor but he frowned with concentration. {\lang5129\u8220
\'93}He said that in order for me to know what had been put in my head you had to
do your greatest desire.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
sharp hiss of the Centaur{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s indrawn breath slashed across the
room and the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body in the horse{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s
torso drew up to its full height, making Edmund step nervously back two paces.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Forgive me, my King,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 put in Peaseblossom from
her corner in a very careful voice indeed. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 But when you
spoke of it earlier you said that the Centaur}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s price related
to his greatest wish.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Yes,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund said quickly. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033
That was it. Your greatest wish. Anyway what}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s the difference
between your greatest wish and your greatest desire? They}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
re the same, aren}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t they?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Are they?,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 asked the Centaur through clenched
teeth in a voice of steel, and it was steel honed to a very sharp edge indeed.
}\u8220\'93{\lang1033 You speak of what you do not know. So which was it? My greatest
wish or my greatest desire?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
, who still could not see the difference between a wish and a desire, froze with
no certain remembrance of which of the two the Oracle had said. He saw the Centaur
realise it and dismiss him, to turn away thinking deeply. In the next moment into
his mind came a clear vision of a road running through a forest beside an odd outcrop
of rock he knew he had seen before, and he knew the road led to Susan. He opened
his mouth to say something but at that identical moment Belrath turned back to
him and said with a bitter sneer, {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Sa, so you would toy with
the Deep Magic as long as others pay the price, eh?{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Furious
at the injustice of it, for he had gone to consult the Oracle fully expecting to
have to pay whatever the price was himself, Edmund shut his mouth with a snap.
Belrath ignored him. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Well, my greatest wish I can fulfil,{
\lang5129\u8221\'94} he said. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}My greatest desire I cannot.
So there is really no choice. Yet it is not me who must pay this price, but another
.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Edmund could see this thought troubled him, but after a
moment he visibly shook it off.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 In any case, no price is too high to pay for the High Queen}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 s safe return, whoever must pay it,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the Centaur
said firmly. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Sidhe.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 He half-turned
in the direction of Peaseblossom yet still did not fully acknowledge her, Edmund
noticed. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 For the High Queen}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s sake,
would you bring the pony Eilian to me?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
noticed a look of surprise cross the tiny fairy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s face and
then, unmoving, she turned questioning eyes to him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Please, Peaseblossom?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund asked, puzzled
by the exchange. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Could you do that?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 As my King commands,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the little fairy said
instantly and zipped out of the room.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 Who}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 . What did you
call her?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund asked the massive man-horse, his curiosity
overcoming his caution. For a moment he did not think he was going to get an answer
. Then Belrath said, }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Sidhe,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 which sounded
like Sithee. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 It is her title, whether or not she deserves
it.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Her title?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 echoed Edmund. He was astonished
to discover that his little Peaseblossom had a title. And furthermore it was clearly
an important one the mighty Centaur clearly did not think she deserved. He realised
he had just discovered there was a lot more he needed to discover. Belrath}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 s attitude, though, clearly indicated that he did not wish to discuss
the matter further.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I see,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 said Edmund, who didn}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
t. }\u8216\'91{\lang1033 And this pony, what did you call it? Why do you want
it?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Her name is Eilian,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Belrath said icily. }
\u8220\'93{\lang1033 She is my daughter.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
decided to keep his mouth shut.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 A short
, uncomfortable time passed. Something had happened, Edmund knew, which had already
unlocked the knowledge of his elder sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s whereabouts in
his mind for the picture of the road was still clear in his head and summoning
him onwards. Yet what that something could have been mystified him as nothing had
actually happened, at least so far as he had seen. He should, he knew, have already
admitted it to Belrath so that Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s rescue could be put
in motion and every moment he delayed was a moment more that she was left at the
mercy of her captors, yet what was happening was so fascinating that he wanted
to see it through to the end and his dislike of the arrogant man-horse was so intense
that he was very reluctant to let the Centaur off the horn he was clearly and uncomfortably
caught on.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 A light
clopping sounded from the passageway outside, for only the fighting centaurs were
steel-shod, and a pretty centaur filly slipped into the room. Early in his reign
Edmund had been fascinated by the female centaurs who worked in the stables, caring
for the ordinary dumb horses who had their uses in and around Cair Paravel, for
apart from his sisters they were the only girl-like things around the Palace.
There were, he thought, about twenty of them and they were all young because, he
had discovered, the older female centaurs lived on the grassy fields of Elysium
where the centauromachy was based, bringing up their foals and nurturing the herd
which was, he had been told, matriarchal whatever that meant. They were far smaller
than the male fighting centaurs, pony-sized in fact, and with their horse bodies
hidden behind a wall could have passed for an ordinary girl. A seven-foot-tall
girl, admittedly, but from waist up just like any other and as this bit had become
an object of intense interest to Edmund he had initially spent quite a lot of time
spying on them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
one called Eilian he saw was the one he had already singled out as the prettiest
. Her human part looked to be Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s age or a little older
with flowing golden hair down her back like a mane, a lovely laughing face, high
proud breasts beneath the flimsy tunic they all wore and a slim waist connecting
to the shoulders of her pony body. This was also always totally covered with a
light cream-and-chocolate coloured horse blanket which flowed over her withers,
back and flanks to all four knees, with only a long, silky tail the colour of honeyed
ice-cream (a Narnian speciality) projecting from the back. To his intense regret
Edmund had never had the opportunity for a good look at what they had beneath their
silken tunics, nor found out if beneath their tails they were anything like the
dumb female horses who pulled Cair Caravel{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s carts and carriages
and went around quite naked.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Entering
the room she looked once at her father, her eyes wide, curtseyed prettily to Edmund
, avoiding his eyes, and then stood meekly with her head down.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Father,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she whispered.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
moved, passing behind her and closing the door quietly. Then he moved to stand
beside her, dwarfing the little pony that she seemed to be when compared with the
powerful stallion that was her father.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Eilian, I do this for the High Queen,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund
heard him whisper.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
lovely girl{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s face looked confused and she opened her mouth
to speak but without warning her father suddenly wound his hand into her hair and
pulled her head back until her Adam{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Apple protruded white
through the stretched skin of her neck and she gurgled in distress. With his other
hand Belrath seized an handful of the sheet draping her body, and pulled it violently
forward. Edmund, shocked motionless, heard it rip around her tail and then Belrath
flung it over her horse shoulders where it slipped in a heap around her forelegs
and hung from her young girl{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s waist, revealing a sleek, fragile
-looking pony body covered with fine, shining golden hair.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Eilian
was choking and struggling to breath, her hands at the end of long, slender arms
desperately trying to reach her father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hand twisted in her
hair as it cruelly bent her head back. The posture thrust her breasts taut against
her tunic and as the cover slipped from her back it dragged the tunic askew allowing
a small but perfect breast to pop out of its loose centre parting. Edmund{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s prick stiffened at the sight.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 With
his front legs almost alongside his daughter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Belrath{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s massive body was at least three feet longer than her delicate pony{
\lang5129\u8217\'92}s one and in a smooth, powerful movement he reared above and
then over her, landing the weight of his horse chest on her back. Eilian staggered
under her father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s weight yet braced herself against it as,
releasing her hair, he wrapped his arm around her throat and squeezed even as he
placed his other hand on her forehead and held it braced back again his chest,
making her gargle for breath.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
, as with all the male fighting centaurs, went bare-chested but wore a sort of cape
from his human shoulders which fell down his human back and then swept over his
whole horse body, including the tail, down as far as his knees like the cloak of
a medieval knight. Watching utterly baffled by what he was witnessing Edmund saw
that the centaur{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s great penis had extended from his body,
just as the young King had seen a dumb horse do in their children{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s early days in Cair Paravel. It was as long as a man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}
s arm and almost as thick with small flattened bulge at the end, and it grew and
stiffened beneath the great centaur{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body very impressively
, unwittingly stroked and caressed by the flicking hairs of his daughter{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s tail as she flicked it in her panic.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Whether
her tail warned her what was to come or she just guessed what her father was doing
Edmund never knew, but suddenly the lovely filly froze. Belrath surged forward
, his chest pressing to his daughter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s back and his hands, releasing
her head, wrapped around her body to crush her to him. Eilian grabbed one great
whooping breath with her lovely breasts heaving and then her father humped his
back and drove his great penis up under her tail and into her body. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
filly was carrying much of her father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s weight on her back
for Belrath{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s forelegs were not quite long enough to reach down
past his daughter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s to the ground. As her father{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s huge penis rammed into her she staggered forward and nearly fell to her knees
but then she braced herself, squared her shoulders and shifted her back legs for
better balance under him, her little white hooves no bigger than Edmund{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s fists scraping slightly on the stone flags of the floor as her father
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hindquarters rammed against hers. Watching breathless and
fascinated Edmund saw her lovely eyes and mouth open wide with amazement as her
father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick drove deep inside her, then her mouth slowly
closed and her eyes glazed over as she clearly surrendered to the sensations she
was having.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 After
a very short time, as it seemed to Edmund, Belrath jammed his stomach against his
daughter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s tail, the muscles of his flanks spasmed and Edmund
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick twitched as it seemed to receive echoes of the delights
woken in the man-horse{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s massive prick as his hot sperm flooded
down it into his daughter{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s pony body. Then he relaxed and
his arms unwrapped from his panting golden daughter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s torso
. Gently he leaned down to nuzzled the honey hair on top of her head and kissed
it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Forgive me, child,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund heard him whisper
. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 It was necessary and I could not offer you the choice,
for the price was mine to pay.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 His eyes lifted to meet Edmund
}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s fascinated gaze. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Has the knowledge
been revealed to you,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he asked coldly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Er, yes,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund told him. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033
I know where we must go.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Telling the huge creature that it
had not been necessary for him to rape his own daughter in order for the information
to be revealed did not seem wise.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Father?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 The girl part of the centaur-filly
took her father}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s arms in her hands and wrapped them around
her again. She was still carrying much of her father}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s weight
on her back and although Edmund could not see it her father}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
s penis still had to be buried deep in her. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 I don}\u8217\'92
{\lang1033 t understand.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
had to bow his head slightly to kiss her hair again and his hands gentled her breasts
, for her tunic had been pulled open during their mating and both were now exposed
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 King Edmund, desperate for the safe rescue of the High Queen, risked
a consultation with the {\i Haruspex }of the Deep Magic. The knowledge he sought
was placed in his mind, to be revealed only if I, who failed the High Queen, fulfilled
my greatest wish. Do you remember the story of Kantauros and Nessus, child?}\u8221
\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Yes father. Of course.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 The filly}\u8217\'92
{\lang1033 s voice was soft and warm.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 You do not know it all, child. Before our foal is born Chiron will
tell you the rest for it is now meet that you know it.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Yes father.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 There was a deep curiosity in
the filly}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s sweet voice. She did not, Edmund noticed, seemed
surprised or alarmed at her father}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s announcement that she
was now going to bear their foal, and had taken quite calmly the revelation that
to mate with her had been her father}\u8216\'91{\lang1033 s greatest wish. Had
she already known, he wondered?\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
slipped backwards off his daughter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s back, his penis slipping
out of her horse{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s vagina with an audible slurp.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Now with King Edmund}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s assistance I must rescue
the High Queen, and can delay no more. Fare you well, daughter.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Fare you well, father,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she responded, a huge
sadness in her voice puzzling Edmund.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 My liege?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Belrath was waiting impatiently
by the door for him. Putting to one side the fresh mysteries he saw before him
he gave a grin he instantly knew had been a stupid one to the girl-horse before
him, who was trying to make something of the wreckage of her clothes.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Majesty,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she acknowledged him, curtseying again
. Her eyes were shining, her golden coat was glowing and the courtesy did the most
wonderful things to her breasts. She seemed utterly unperturbed that Edmund had
just watched her be mated by her father.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Awed
, totally confused and uncomfortably belittled by her composure he tried to walk
past her in a suitably royal manner but had to admit to himself that it was more
like a scurry.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Once
out of the room Belrath set a fast pace towards Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s War
Room and Edmund had to trot to keep up. Peaseblossom floated effortlessly at his
side.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 What was all that about?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he hissed at her.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I will explain,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she promised quietly. }\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 But not now. The centaur will be very unhappy at what has transpired
, and his actions unpredictable.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Eilian didn}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t seem very unhappy,}\u8221\'94{
\lang1033 he probed. He knew Belrath had heard it and the centaur}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
s spine jerked ramrod straight.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Tread carefully, my King,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peaseblossom warned
in an undertone. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Eilian does not yet understand what happened
here today. The consequences of this}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 ..}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
She shook her head at the impossibility of predicting it. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033
Let us hope that it leads to the safe recovery of the High Queen, for if it does
not}\u8230\'85\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she shook her head again.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
clumped up the ramp leading to the War Room and Edmund followed, bracing himself
for a confrontation with his brother. He knew Peter would not be pleased that
he had elected to consult the Oracle thing without reference to the High King first
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
room was a lot less crowded than it had been on his first visit and Peter was poring
over a map spread out on the table, with Bellerix his centaur general standing
by his shoulder. As Edmund entered on Belrath{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s heels he saw
his brother lift his head.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Ah Belrath. Where have you been?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 He didn}
\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t give the centaur time to answer, frowned crossly when he
saw Edmund and then dismissed him. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Fairymail says the beavers
at Beruna think it would be better to patrol the river a couple of miles downstream
where it}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s narrower, rather than at the ford. What do you
think?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Belrath
gave Peter a much deeper bow than he had Edmund which, Edmund tried to tell himself
, was only proper.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 King Edmund already knows the whereabouts of High Queen Susan and
her assailants, my liege,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Belrath announced firmly. }\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 We must assemble such forces as we have and make best use of that
knowledge without delay.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s eyes switched to his younger brother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}
s and his eyebrows shot upwards.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Ed?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he asked. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Is this
true?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
opened his mouth but his voice stuck in his throat. After a silent moment Belrath
spoke for him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 King Edmund in his wisdom sought this knowledge of the Deep Magic
and it was granted to him. Delay only adds to the High Queen}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
s torments.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
straightened up hurriedly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Where is she?{\lang5129\u8221\'94
} he asked, his eyes fixed on Edmund.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 I don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t know,}\u8221
\'94{\lang1033 Edmund stammered. He was much happier when his big brother ignored
him as he usually did.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 What?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 A flare of annoyance and impatience
crossed Peter}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s face. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Belrath said you
did.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I do}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 And I don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t}\u8230
\'85\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund tried to explain. Somehow Peter always made him
fell like a little child again even when he knew he wasn}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t
any more. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 I don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t know where she is
, but I know how to get to her.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 How?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 his brother barked.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 The North Road. There}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s some funny rocks beside
it. I remember them from that time we went to visit Puddleglum.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
saw Peter hesitate and knew his elder brother was far from convinced. He was well
aware that he had invented true-sounding stories many times at their home in England
, and stuck to them stubbornly, just to get the attention of adults and keep it
for a while for otherwise his elders and his twin, being a girl, seemed to get it
all. And north of Cair Paravel had to be the least likely place for trolls that
have kidnapped a High Queen in Kingsbridge far to the south to be, which perhaps
made it a lot more likely that{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s where they would be.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I have every faith it is as King Edmund says,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
Belrath announced solemnly. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 And while the Deep Magic may
pursue its own purposes rather than ours, it does not lie.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
saw Peter accept that when he didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t trust his own brother.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Do you know how many the High Queen}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s captors
are?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Bellerix snapped impatiently from Peter}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
s side. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 My liege,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the imposing old centaur
added rather belatedly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Thirty-eight,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund responded instantly, the
answer seeming to pop into his mind unsought. \par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 He
saw Bellerix wince. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Sire,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he turned to
Peter. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Trolls in their own country, underground that is,
are fierce and strong fighters. A giant might perhaps tackle one face to face,
but it would take two centaur to subdue one, and five dwarves. And even a half-
pack of hounds would take dire injuries bringing one down. Thirty-eight of the
brutes is a terrible strength to tackle.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Horrrr.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Gnawgrim was an ancient short- and
bad-tempered dwarf with only one and a half arms who notionally commanded the dwarven
armies, though each one tended to act with a lamentable degree of independence
in the field. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Gi}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 me a day an}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 I}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 ll have five-hunnerd dwarves here with}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 n their axe}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s a}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 thirsten
for trolloc blood.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Dwarves and trolls occasionally clashed
in their underground realms, and the dwarves usually came off worst.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 A day?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter whispered, visibly appalled.
}\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Every hour counts.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Suddenly
Edmund saw that his big brother had made a mistake. Desperate to find Susan he
had scattered his forces all over Narnia and now that he needed them quickly, didn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t have them to command.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 It will need several hours to recall the army,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
Bellerix offered hastily. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 But it}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 ll
have been travelling for hours when they get back here and will to rest up and
ready itself to go north. Perhaps two hundred dwarves and thirty centaurs.}\u8221
\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 But then we wouldn}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t be starting }\u8216\'91
{\lang1033 til after midday,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter exclaimed. }\u8220\'93
{\lang1033 How far is it?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he asked Edmund directly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
shrugged. The answer to that question wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t given him.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
rounded on Bellerix. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}How many can we take now? Immediately
. The others can follow.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
centaur opened and closed his mouth slowly, thinking. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}My
Liege, if we strip the castle? Fifty dwarves, ten centaur including those by your
side, two giants, two hound packs, maybe a dozen fawns and gnomes from the kitchens
and infirmary who can handle a short-bow badly. No more. Not enough to tackle thirty
-eight trolls. And it would leave Cair Paravel defenceless.{\lang5129\u8221\'94
}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
threw his head back in despair.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Majesty.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peaseblossom reluctantly floated
forward to Edmund}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s side. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 There may
be faerie nearby where your armies are passing who could pass your wishes on to
them. You could direct those within reach to assemble at a point in the north,
of your choosing.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Is that possible?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Hope bloomed in Peter}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 s voice. \par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Sire,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the little fairy looked uncomfortable
. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Those of my sisters who are asleep }\u8216\'91{\lang1033
neath the snow-boughed whitethorn or gazing entranced at the dew-bowed cowslip,
weaving lazy tatters from the thorn-plucked teasel or}\u8230\'85\u8221\'94{\lang1033
As though sensing Peter}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s impatience she amended hurriedly
, }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Similarly engaged, might be open to my thoughts if urgent
enough. Yet I must know where to set the rendezvous.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Edmund?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter said.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t know.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund
wailed. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 I just keep seeing this picture. I know it}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 s the North Road, in the forest. And there}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s
these funny outcrops of rock alongside the road that I know I}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
ve seen before, but}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 . I mean}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 .}\u8221
\'94{\lang1033 He waved a helpless hand over map. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 I}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 ll know it when I see it,}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 he finished lamely
.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
threw his hands into the air. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}That{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s
useless, Ed,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he exploded.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 A tiny
hand rested lightly on Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s brow. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}Picture me the place,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} the little fairy said quietly. He did
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 King Edmund}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s seeing is strong,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
Peaseblossom announced, to Edmund}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s joy. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033
I know the place. I must withdraw for the sending, but will do what I can. Yet
I cannot foretell what success I will have.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 She bowed deeply
to Peter, equally deeply to Edmund which pleased him, and was gone.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Who do we have up there?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter asked.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Sire, we have the Deep Delvers from Dwimmermere working their way
along the cliff-top with Brack}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s pack as scouts and trackers
. They are likely to have only made three miles or so,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Bellerix
stated with confidence. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Ealan with his herd-brothers will
be galloping north along the road to patrol to the west of the marsh and close
off Ettinsmoor as your Highness ordered and they will be a dozen miles gone or more
. Your Highness sent Digby}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s Diggers to support Ealan and
at dwarf-trot may have made five miles by now. If they can be turned back it would
double our numbers, though leave a great gap to the north if Ettinsmoor and the
Wild Lands of the North are where the trolls with Her Majesty are heading.\par}
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 To the north west are four hound packs to watch the gap between Beruna
and the source of the Shribble and it will take a day yet for the dwarf companies
from Beruna, Miras and the Lantern Waste to gather and move into position to close
it off. But if my Liege withdraws the hounds the way to the Marches of the Underland
will be open and unguarded when night falls.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 The hoary old
centaur gave Edmund a dark, suspicious glance.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Ignoring
it, Edmund watched his big brother agonise. Did he believe Edmund at all? If
he did, did he believe the Deep Magic had give his little brother the right information
? Even if it was the right information was the Deep Magic, which the Narnians about
him clearly mistrusted, playing some devious game of its own? Did he strip Cair
Paravel of all its defences and pull away everything he had watching for the very
likely move to the North during the night by the trolls holding Susan, and possibly
face a powerful, savage enemy on its own ground with hopelessly inadequate forces
, merely on the strength of Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s rather suspect claims?
Edmund knew that all Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s experience of his little brother
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s actions to date would be arguing strongly against it. Edmund
himself harboured doubts, and a real fear they would arrive at the place on the
road he was so strongly picturing and nothing would happened - that he would stand
there with Peter, Susan and a small army depending on him and he wouldn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t have a clue what to do next. Almost as bad was the fear that he would
indeed be able to lead them right to the place where Susan was, and that he would
find himself facing a sizeable pack of blood-thirsty trolls with nothing around
him but a few dogs, albeit talking ones the size of wolves, and a dwarf or two.
His stomach turned over at the prospect and he felt a sudden powerful urge to deny
the whole thing and admit that he made it all up, just so that he could stay in
the safety of the great castle.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 My Liege,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Belrath said suddenly from his side
. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 The knowledge King Edmund has gained was purchased at a
price. A price I and my kin have paid. If you do not act on it the price becomes
worthless. The consequences of that for Narnia could be dire.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
opened his mouth, clearly intending to ask for more information, but Belrath beat
him to it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 We do not have time, Sire. You must decided on the instant.}\u8221
\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 For
a moment more Peter stared at him. Then he said, {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Right.
Bellerix, your cooks will have to guard the castle. I want everyone else ready
to leave in half-an-hour. Ed, you{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d better go and find Tarttak
, and get your armour on. You might need both.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
felt himself pale. Peter turned away from him. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Is there
a Pegasus still in the Castle, or are they all out on the search?{\lang5129\u8221
\'94} he asked generally.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Sire,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 a gnome aide piped up from the shadows
. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 The Pegasus Duneldyn is in the Castle still. A sole bruised
in landing prevents him flying.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Tell him that if the castle is attacked while we are away I will
look to him to carry Queen Lucy to safety, bruised foot or not. Is that understood
?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Yes, Sire.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 The aide darted away. Despite himself
Edmund felt a spurt of admiration for his elder brother, who could be quite kingly
at times.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Edmund, for heaven}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s sake get going,}\u8221\'94
{\lang1033 Peter snapped at him angrily and, resentfully, Edmund turned and fled
.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 There
was an no sign anywhere of Peaseblossom and an awkward moment when he arrived outside
his suite to face Tarttak when he was supposed to be safely within it. The Centaur
visibly bristled but Edmund said sharply, {\lang5129\u8220\'93}We{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}re riding with King Peter and the Army to rescue Queen Susan in half an hour
. You{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d better get yourself ready. Then he dashed past the
man-horse into the safety of his reception room where Brock with half a dozen more
servants who had been waiting for him to emerge from the privacy of his bedroom
within, were startled to attention.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Brock, I}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 m going to war. I need my armour,}
\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he announced a lot more bravely than he felt.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Yes, Sire. Which armour would my king wish to wear,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
the big badger replied as though Edmund went off to war every day and twice on
Tuesdays.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
stopped dead. He had acquired three different suits of armour, any one of which
a medieval knight would have given his sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s virginity for
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Top
of the range was his full plate. It was tough enough to stop anything in Narnia
and probably most things the German Army could have thrown at him. It also weighed
a ton, or so it seemed, and reduced his movements to the speed of the average tortoise
. It became stifling hot inside after a very short time and soon after that began
dripping his own sweat back onto him. Vision through the helmet{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s visor was like looking through a keyhole with the key still in it and it
took two giants or a crane to get him onto a horse when he was wearing it. For
ceremonial occasions it was splendid but he knew that for chasing trolls about the
countyside on horseback (or, more likely, running away from trolls whether on horseback
or not) it would very likely be a liability.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 His
splint mail was a lot lighter and would still stop most things apart from a cross
-bow bolt at point-bank range or a sneaky dagger sliding in under any of its many
joints. It was, though, still heavy enough to make staying on top of a moving
horse a constant battle with the forces of gravity and its many bits clashing together
sounded like a sack full of kettles rolling down a flight of stone stairs. Despite
this it still might have done had not the time it took to locate those same many
bits about his person and then lace, tie or hook them together, been far longer
than he knew Peter would be prepared to wait.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 The chain,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he said, having run out of options
.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 His
chain-mail was like a short-sleeved knee-length night-gown with a hood made entirely
out of tiny steel rings painstakingly knitted together by a dozen dwarfish smiths
for an entire fortnight. Although an arrow from long-bow at short range could
pierce it, and a cross-bow bolt both pierce it and come out the other side, it could
stop an arrow from a short bow at long range and could turn a blow from a sword
or an axe into the eqivalent of a blow from a mace so that it would only pulp his
flesh and break his bones instead of actually slicing bits off him. As such it
was better than nothing, but he was denied even that when it was discovered that
he had grown since the mail had been made for him ten months before and he could
no-longer get into it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 A horn
sounded impatiently from outside and he flung the mail aside in despair. The leather
undersuit intended to stop the links chafing his skin would have to do. His white
surcoat with the heavily embroidered {\lang5129\u8217\'92}ER{\lang5129\u8217\'92
} on its breast was flung over his head, his sword belt was buckled around his waist
and the sword in its scabbard clipped onto it. As there was nothing else available
he grabbed the felt cap intended to go under the plate{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s massive
helmet, crammed it on his head and pelted from the room.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Tarttak
was waiting outside and clattered at his heels as he ran through the castle, trying
to keep the sword from tangling with his legs. In the tiltyard Peter{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s scraped-together army was waiting, the fifty dwarves mounted awkwardly
on dumb horses under the control of the centaurs, the two giants who were not much
more intelligent than the dumb horses standing to one side waiting for someone
to tell them what to do and the packs of questionably intelligent, slavering war
-dogs waiting for someone to loose them.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Under
Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s impatient gaze Edmund scrambled onto his horse at the
head of the cavalcade and had to snatch at his saddle for balance as Peter clattered
off before he had found his stirrups.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
clatter of three-hundred hooves vibrated in his skull as the procession passed
though the short enclosed avenue from the tilt-yard and then, just as he managed
to get himself organised, it emerged into the Great Square fronting the Palace.
\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Word
had, it appeared, done the rounds and all Narnia seemed to be there to see them
off, waving and cheering. A road down to the Great Gate had been left for them
and Edmund couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t help sitting more upright and trying harder
to look the part as the little force clattered bravely and importantly down it
and the cheering rolled over them all.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Then
, on the Palace Steps, he saw his twin sister. Cory was nearby, trying not to look
too envious as his fellow centaurs clattered off on their desperate rescue mission
but Lucy was standing alone, small and forlorn in the middle of the wide span.
At the sight his prick rose in his leather trousers and he had a sudden acutely
vivid memory of his little sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body soft and rounded under
his, and of his prick sliding hotly back and forth in the wonderful opening between
her legs that he didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t have. He recalled the incredibly sweet
joy of pumping his seed into that little, so vulnerable body and as his heart gave
a painful thump he felt a sudden, powerful, unexpected and uncharacteristic desire
to{\lang5129\u8230\'85} what? To protect that little white body. To cherish it
. To love it, he realised with something akin to dismay. His eyes misted over
with tears and he raised his hand in a wave to his twin but she didn{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}t respond. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Then
Peter, just ahead of Edmund and leading the cavalcade, raised his hand in solemn
salute to Lucy and Edmund saw her grow a little taller and a little white hankie
flutter a fervent response in her hand. She only had eyes for Peter, he realised
, and had probably not noticed her twin in his wake at all.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 What
had been a glow of unusual affection for his twin sister became a hot pang of anguish
which twisted his heart. Peter again. Always Peter. Lucy opening herself to
his prick joyfully, Susan probably warmly and willingly though not with Lucy{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s enthusiasm. And Edmund last and least. Always outside.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
column clattered through the streets of Cair Paravel at the trot, Edmund bouncing
uncomfortably in the saddle as he had never bothered to learn to ride properly,
but as soon as they had crossed the causeway and tuned onto the North Road where
the stone paving ended and the road became raw earth Peter stretched the pace out
to a easy canter which Edmund found more comfortable. With the ease of much practice
Edmund shrugged into his loneliness again and let the pain of his twin sister{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s indifference soak into his soul to leave a familiar residue of bitterness
in his heart and mouth. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
road led north through the broad forests of Narnia, sometimes within sight of the
sea but more often not. Within an hour the column came across the Deep Delvers
of Dwimmermere and Brack{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s pack of talking war dogs by the
road where, they said, they had been directed by the High King{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s orders relayed by a fairy who had delivered them and then drifted off in pursuit
of a butterfly. The twenty-five dwarves and fifteen wolf-sized dogs were a welcome
boost to the expedition{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s numbers although the dwarves, not
being mounted, had to double up with some of their brethren on the horses. After
the shortest possible break Peter led them on.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Lunchtime
came and went without a stop and Edmund, who had missed breakfast as well, grew
hungrier, more uncomfortable and more frightened. Rocky outcrops started appearing
beside the road, and Peter began turning to him frequently, asking, {\lang5129\u8220
\'93}Is this the place?{\lang5129\u8221\'94} After the first half-dozen or so times
of Edmund shaking his head in denial he saw doubts begin to appear in his big brother
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s eyes.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Little
whispers of temptation tickled at his mind that he pretend not to see the place
even when he did. Poor Susan was probably already dead, for she had been in the
hands of the trolls for hours and hours and hours and they were not noted for taking
their time in disposing of their prisoners, nor taking them away with them. In
fact they invariable left the bits behind. They had nothing to do with Narnia
nor its rulers and Edmund knew Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s fervent hope that perhaps
they were just going to hold Susan for ransom had been reluctantly deflated by
his advisors, who told him that with the sensibilities of pigs and any number of
gold and diamond mines in their underground realm they had no need of cash or anything
else Narnia might have to offer, except perhaps as participants in entertainments
of an extremely sadistic nature.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 If
Edmund chose to recognise a different piece of road with rocky outcrops he could
lead them into the forest until they stumbled across some likely-looking spot were
he could say his vision had said the trolls should be. That they weren{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t his fault. Perhaps the Deep Magic had it
wrong. Perhaps it had lied. Perhaps they were suppose to wait there in ambush
all night but somehow the trolls had seen them and slipped past. Perhaps{\lang5129
\u8230\'85} Well, it was a terrible thing but terrible things happen in fairy tales
. Especially in fairy tales.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
, of course, would not see that Edmund had saved him and his silly little army from
being wiped out and would blame him as usual, and loath him as usual. Lucy would
be inconsolable but would still let Peter shag her, probably twice as often because
Susan wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t there for Peter to shag any more, but there would
be no real change there either. He could go on playing with Peasblossom{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s little fanny and squirting into her mouth and spying on his brother
and sister and eating his favourite foods and finding out what was really going
on in Cair Paravel and best of all he would still be alive to never get on a horse
again.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Then
the expedition, weary but purposeful and determined with the exception of Edmund
, cantered up a short rise and when the road levelled out at the top Edmund saw
the picture in his head laid out before him. His heart leapt, then sank as he saw
that his hopes of being able to ignore the place were lost.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peaseblossom
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s message had clearly reached the local fairy population because
both Digby{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Diggers and Ealan with his centaur followers,
were drawn up and waiting. At least one pack of war-dogs was also there, lying on
the grass beside the road and panting heavily with their tongues hanging out.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 This is it,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he called out unnecessarily, deciding
to at least show willing.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 At
least the enlarged force seemed to Edmund to present a better prospect of being
able to tackle the task in hand. On paper and using Bellerix{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s ratios they were the equivalent of fifty-six-and-a-half trolls against the thirty
-eight Edmund himself had said they were up against. However as he had no idea
where that number had come from and therefore no reason to think it was correct
there could just as well be eighty trolls ahead of them. Furthermore what no-one
had yet said but what Edmund had worked out for himself was that if they had to
go underground to find the trolls, as was highly likely, there was no guarantee
that the giants and centaurs would be able to stay with them, for neither creature
was built for scrambling around in caves. This would reduce the strength of the
army to the equivalent of forty trolls, which put the forces on unpleasantly equal
terms if Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s intelligence was right.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
called a short halt while the army reorganised and Edmund, achingly stiff from
the saddle, grabbed some bread, cheese and sour dwarven beer which was all there
was on offer. Far too soon Peter arrived at his elbow.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Where to now?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he asked eagerly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
need not have worried. One direction with nothing whatever to distinguish it from
any other had been dragging at his attention from the moment he had arrived. They
did not have to go that way, though. He was aware that the whole army was watching
him covertly, waiting to see if he really did know the way to Susan. He had the
power to take them the right way or the wrong way. Whichever way he pointed the
mass of hairy, brown-clad dwarves, the aloof, condescending centaurs, panting,
eager war-dogs and even his big brother would all set off on whatever wild-goose
chase he sent them on. Although he had been a King in Narnia for nearly a year
he had for the first time some real power which even High King Peter was subservient
to.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 And
real power, a voice said in his mind, would be to send them the wrong way. Choosing
the right way was the right thing to do, which was a surrender of power. If you
always did the right thing what real power did you have? What you did was chosen
for you and you did it as obediently as a pet poodle. Send them the right way
and they all including Edmund himself could be dead or, worse, wishing they were
within a matter of hours with Susan no better off, in the unlikely event she was
still alive. Send them wrong and they would stumble about uselessly in the woods
for a day but still be alive. True, they wouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t appreciate
it and he would be mistrusted and despised, {\lang5129\u8216\'91}King{\lang5129
\u8217\'92} in name only, Edmund the Least and the Unloved, but he was that already
. So why not at least grab a chance to exercise real power when it came his way
, and rub it in?\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Because
of Susan, and the faint chance that she might still be alive. Suddenly he saw
her in his mind as he had seen her through the peep-hole into her dressing room.
Not as the imperious, eye-snapping martinet of a High Queen she worked so hard at
being when anyone was watching, but as a weary, pretty, troubled fourteen-year-
old girl who had been bleeding from a wound between her legs all day without showing
it, and who was his sister. That she should shag with her older brother but not
her younger still rankled deeply with Edmund but most of his loathing in that regard
was directed towards Peter who must somehow have persuaded his sister to let him
do it to her, for Edmund could not imagine Susan initiating sexual relations with
her brother. And perhaps, maybe, if he played his cards right, and was the hero
of her rescue, she might accept that he, Edmund, was old enough to do it to her
too so that he as well as Peter would know the firm smoothness of those blossoming
breasts and the hot clasp of her cunt around his prick.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 That way,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he said, pointing in the right direction
and wilting to the imagined sensation of his prick in his big sister}\u8217\'92
{\lang1033 s cunt.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Right.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter seemed encouraged by his confidence
and set about giving instructions. The dumb horses were untacked and left to graze
beside the road, presumably with instructions left by the centaurs in their minds
not to wander off, and in three columns within sight of each other the little Army
entered the woods on foot, hoof and paw.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 A half
-mile into the woods they came across a swiftly running brook. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 That way,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund was sure, pointing downstream
, and the Army obediently changed its direction of travel to follow the stream.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 They
were moving quickly and not very cautiously. Checking the sun through the branches
above Edmund judged that it was already mid-afternoon, which meant there was little
chance of the trolls being active on the surface. As soon as the sun set in a
few hours, though, trolls could function above ground and as they could see much
better in the dark than even dwarves they would have a major advantage in any clash
. Unfortunately they had the same advantage at all times underground and Edmund
knew that Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s best hope, in fact his only real hope, was
to find the trolls huddled in some temporary, limited shelter from the daylight
where they could be rushed and perhaps flushed out into the open, which was the
reason for the Army{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s haste.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hope was quickly dashed. After another half mile of following
the stream along a slowly deepening valley it disappeared into the wide mouth of
a cave in a rock wall. At Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s glance Edmund nodded regretfully
. The cave mouth was their way.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Canine
scouts had already found and explored inside it a little way as well as quite a
wide area round about, and reported no trace of troll in recent weeks, which report
clearly troubled Peter. The army gathered around the cave mouth as dwarf scouts
began cautiously exploring its depths.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t like it, Sire,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
Bellerix commented. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 If you take the Army in there it would
be all too easy for just a couple of troll to bring that lot down,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
he nodded at the rock overhanging the cave, }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Trapping us inside
. Yet we don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t have the strength to leave a rear-guard here
.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
watched his fifteen-year-old brother pacing the short turf beside the stream, head
down and agonising over the decisions he had to take like a painting Edmund had
once seen of Napoleon before the battle of Borodino, wherever that was . Edmund
really, really did not want to enter the cave, entering the troll{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s home territory as it were, yet if Peter decided they were going to Edmund
knew he would have to. The power was back with Peter, and Edmund was glad of it
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
sighed and his head came up. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Leave three, no, five hounds
here. And a couple of dwarf runners. The hounds will have to range widely, and
if they get a sniff of the enemy the runners will have to let us know. And we{
\lang5129\u8217\'92}ll have to try to get back in time.{\lang5129\u8221\'94} Bellerix
nodded. Peter gave a humourless laugh.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 If you,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he nodded at the old campaigner}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 s horse body, }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 And the Giants can}\u8217\'92
{\lang1033 t go where we have to you can come back and watch our rear.}\u8221\'94
{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 And
the little army would have lost its iron fist, Edmund commented unhappily to himself
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
army filed into the cave, and a problem. Tarttak and Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s Centaur Aldur were firm that their place was beside, or at least immediately
behind, their royal charges while Belrath make it clear that he was not going to
be anywhere other than in the front rank of the army. Gnawgrim, though, pointed
out bluntly that if the caves or passages ahead narrowed to the point that the
massive centaurs were unable to proceed they would effectively become no better
than corks in a bottle, with the two Kings marooned out in front and the army trapped
behind them. If the trolls attacked then the entire army would be helpless to
protect the two Sons of Adam. The truth of that could not be denied and so as a
result when the army moved off into the cave it was with half the dwarves in front
, the two boys, the centaurs and the hounds in the middle, the rest of the dwarves
following them and the two giants, who did not like being underground, bringing
up the rear.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 At
first the cave was wide and not too low with the steam running happily along a bed
worn down its middle. The daylight behind them faded out of sight and one in five
dwarves rummaged in their packs and produced everlights. By their cool, pearly
glow the expeditionary force pressed on as the cavern narrowed and the roof of
the cave began lowering though intending, at its geological kind of speed, to crush
them. Then cavern widened again and the stream ran into a deep, still pool at
its centre, which had no outflows.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 It
was obviously disappearing through a drain beneath its surface which was just keeping
pace with the inflow but Edmund could see that if the water in the stream increased
in amount dramatically, as after heavy rain, it overflowed the pool and made its
way out of the cave through a number of cracks and tunnels in the walls which were
presently dry. One of them drew him like a magnet.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 There,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he pointed at a triangular crevice
in the rock wall little wider than a centaur, although three times as high. }\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 It}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s that way.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
little army piled up in the cavern as dwarf scouts and troll-scenting dogs disappeared
into the crevice Edmund had indicated. Several minutes later one reappeared.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Sire, the way is clear. But we have a problem.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
new problem was that the passage, although wide enough for the centaurs and even
the giants, dropped vertically down a sink-hole after a few hundred yards. The
hole was not deep, only three or four man-lengths, and the passage continued onwards
from its base. The rock-skilled dwarves were able to swarm down its uneven vertical
sides with little difficulty, the two Sons of Adam would probably be able to climb
down them with care and the giants would probably just drop down the hole but for
the hounds and the centaurs it was impassable.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 It
was Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s, and Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s, great fear realised
. The centaurs and the hounds were a substantial part of the army{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s clout and to lose them would be a major blow. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Could we lower you?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter asked Bellerix.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 It
took a long time, and a lot of organisation. The hounds made little fuss about
being knotted into a harness and lowered down the pit by a giant but the centaurs
hated it like fury. Each one weighed a substantial part of a ton and their human
arms were unable to bear the weight of their horse bodies. So each one had to
be bound into a much larger, stronger version of the hound{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s
harness and then, dangling helplessly, lowered down the hole by a team of twenty
dwarves.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 During
the operation, with Peter chaffing uselessly at the delay, the dwarf scouts returned
for Edmund.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Majesty, there is a maze ahead. We need King Edmund}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
s guidance.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Reluctantly
Edmund left the relative safety of the army and followed the scout down the tunnel
ahead. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
tunnel grew no smaller for several hundred yards and then opened out into a huge
space like a vast cathedral. A thousand everlights would have made little impact
on its immense darkness and Edmund was uncomfortably aware that a whole army of
trolls could be hidden amid its shadows watching them, although the scouts reassured
him that they had found no trace of trolls while the hounds scouting with them
had scented none..\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Utterly
terrified Edmund followed the compass the Oracle had put in his mind through the
space of the cavern, rounding great columns stretching up into the darkness and
skirting huge outcrops of rock. At times he had to scramble up steep slopes of
loose scree or slide down smooth rocky shoulders and at one point jump across a
narrow crack which split the floor. It would normally have been an easy jump and
even the dwarves with him hopped casually across it, but Edmund somehow knew it
was very, very deep and he had to screw his courage to the utmost in order to make
the leap. For an appalling moment he seemed to hang above the chasm imagining
the drop beneath and his stomach turned to water, then he landed on the rock the
other side and collapsed in a boneless heap.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Filled
with concern and sympathy the dwarf scouts picked him up and he pointed the way
onwards, to a low-arched cave amid many lining the walls of the cavern. Then as
the scouts set off into the cave he sat down on a rock and shook.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Two
dwarves had remained with him and as time passed and nothing emerged out of the
terrifying darkness all about him he slowly recovered the dregs of his courage,
and made an appalling discovery. His sense of the way they should be going was
strong, but he had absolutely no idea of the way back through the vast cavern.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Erhm,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he swallowed and whispered. }\u8220\'93
{\lang1033 Will anyone be able to find us here?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Oh yes,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the dwarves with him assured him happily
. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Gribble has already returned to lead the army here.}\u8221
\'94{\lang1033 Edmund sagged with relief.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Soon
the army did begin to arrive in dribs and drabs as the bottleneck of the soakhole
was cleared, but the scouts who had gone down the passage indicated by Edmund returned
with more bad news. The passage was blocked by a roof-fall.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 When
Peter arrived and heard the news he sagged visibly. Then he turned to Edmund.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Are you absolutely sure this is the way?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he
asked.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
hesitated and saw Peter notice it. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Look,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he said, at the end of his tether. }
\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Something in me is telling me that is the way. I don}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 t know what that something is, and because I don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
t know what it is I can}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t trust it. So you}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
ve got to trust me when I don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t trust me, or you might as well
turn round and go back to Cair Paravel now. And the sooner the better.}\u8221\'94
{\lang1033 Then he sat down on his rock and burst into tears of fear and weariness
and loneliness and emptiness.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Sire.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 He heard Belrath speak quietly to Peter
. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 The knowledge King Edmund acquired of the Deep Magic was
gained at a price I paid. It was not a price the King would have known to ask,
and the mischief it contains has the taste of the Deep Magic all through it. The
Deep Magic does not indulge in falsehood, for to do so would be to injure itself
, so I believe the knowledge it placed in the King}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s mind is
true. To know the High Queen}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s location, is of course not
necessarily the most beneficial of information. To know how to successfully rescue
her would be more useful, but the shaping of a question to put to the {\i Haruspex
}can occupy minds much older and wiser than the King}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s for
many years and still not produce an answer free of hooks or be worth the price
paid. Still, I believe we must now place our trust in King Edmund, and if he says
this is the way forward then this is the way I will go, even if I go alone.}\u8221
\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Yes. Yes, of course.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter sounded deeply
weary himself. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 I}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 m sorry, Ed,}\u8221
\'94{\lang1033 he said quietly. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 You}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
re doing a jolly fine job. Keep it up.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Feeling slight better
Edmund crushed his tears and Peter turned to the dwarves to work out what to do
next.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 There
was only one option and, rock by rock, the roof-fall began to be cleared and the
debris passed along a chain of dwarves to pile up in Cathedral Cavern, as Edmund
now thought of it. Time passed with nothing to show for its passing in the darkness
and silence except for a growing mound of rubble at the mouth of the cave. Outside
in the world the sun would have set which made it all too likely that the trolls
would have abandoned their hide for the day and already be moving on in the darkness
toward their dens in the north, while the forces which should have been patrolling
across their path were waiting uselessly in a cavern far beneath the earth for
a pile of rock to be moved.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 For
Edmund realised that Belrath had been right about the importance of asking the
right question of the Oracle, leave alone the little matter of correctly remembering
the answer. What surely made it even worse was that Edmund had not asked a question
of the Oracle at all. It had decided the question itself. {\lang5129\u8220\'93
}You want to know where your sister is,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he recalled the Oracle
telling him, and this was the information he had been given. No doubt the answer
had been true but it only told him where his sister had been ten hours ago, which
was not necessarily where she was now. After all their efforts, and after Belrath
had paid the price of doing his greatest wish, which had apparently been to rape
his own daughter, were they only going to find an abandoned camp with the trolls
, and Susan, long gone? Peaseblossom, and Belrath himself, had intimated that the
price he had paid could have immense consequences for Narnia which Edmund couldn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t even begin to guess at. Could what Belrath did to his lovely
golden daughter and its consequences have been the price of a worthless truth it
would have been better not to know? No wonder the Narnian{\lang5129\u8217\'92}
s were deeply wary of the Deep Magic. His heart sank and he began to wonder how
he could possibly bear being a King in Cair Paravel again, provided he ever emerged
from those wretched caves. And provided Belrath didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t kill
him anyway.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 News
emerged to the army from the tunnel that the end of the rockfall had at last been
reached and a misguided cheer started, rapidly silenced by wiser heads. The last
rocks and debris from the blockage was passed down the chain and the army readied
itself for the next move. Then a scout emerged from the tunnel and trotted over
to where Peter and Edmund waited.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Majesties,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he began, shooting a troubled glance
at Edmund and a frightened one at Peter. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 The passage. It
is a dead end.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
groaned as though he had taken an arrow, and visibly sagged. Then, with an effort
he straightened. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Come on, Ed,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} he said
quietly. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Let{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s take a look.{\lang5129
\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 News
had also reached the army and as the two boys entered the tunnel a whispering started
among it which Edmund knew would be about him. Yet he knew it was the right tunnel
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 They
passed where the rockfall had occurred and Edmund felt his skin crawl at the thought
of the millions of tons of rock poised above him. Another fall now would crush
him like a beetle beneath a boot. If it fell after he had passed it they could
be trapped in the darkness and silence for ever. It was all he could do to stop
himself turning and running back down the tunnel, and he knew that once he had
done that he would not stop until he reached the open air..\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 A few
yards further they entered a chamber about the size of his bedchamber at Cair Paravel
. As the drawf had promised it was a dead end. Blank rock walls surrounded him
. He moved into the middle of the chamber as Tarttak, Aldur, Belrath and Bellerix
entered it behind him, followed by Gnawgrim and a small party of dwarves to join
the few scouts still waiting in it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
pull was still strong in him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 There.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 He pointed at a wall of virgin rock.
}\u8220\'93{\lang1033 They}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 re there.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Doubt
and disbelief hung in the air for a moment. Then one of the dwarf scounts crossed
to the rock face, pressed his ear to it and gently tapped the rock with the base
of his sword. He lifted his head sharply.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 His majesty is correct,}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 he said as though unable
to believe it himself. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 There is space beyond.}\u8221\'94
{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Get Gendso,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Grimgnaw ordered sharply. }\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 He can read rock like no other,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he explained
to the Kings.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 An
order was passed down the stream of curious dwarves beginning to fill the passage
behind them and eventually one appeared, having to push his way through what had
become a packed mass. As soon as he emerged he was pointed at the wall by Grimgnaw
. Patiently despite King Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s obvious impatience he set
his ear to the wall in a dozen places high and low, tapping the rock gently. Then
he turned to face his expectant audience.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 A cavern lies beyond. How big? Big. I cannot say more. The {\i
acilis} is thinnest here,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he tapped a spot on the rock wall
level with his shoulder. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 So.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 He held
his finger and thumb up to indicate a thickness of two inches. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033
Here,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he indicated another spot and demonstrated its thickness
, slightly wider than before, and continued for a dozen more spots on the rock face
in an area perhaps as wide as three people and as far up the rock wall as he could
reach. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 But here?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 He indicated another
spot just beyond the area he had outlined and held his hands three feet apart.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Is there anyone in the cavern?}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 Peter asked
eagerly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I could not say, Lord,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the old dwarf replied
with a sad shake of his head. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Big space and rock so thick
would silence anything but old Fagelnart blowing off after beans and beer.}\u8221
\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 There
was a suppressed titter from the dwarves packed into the tunnel but not a twitch
from Peter who, Edmund knew, was as tense as a cocked cross-bow arm.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Can we get through?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\i\lang1033 Acilis {\i0 is as hard to break through as an }Orddicis{\i0 virgin
}}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s hymen, Lord,}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 Gendso replied, scratching
his nose reflectively. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 It does not fracture easily and takes
the edge of a chisle faster than a Tashbaan whore will empty your purse, and sap
your strength as readily. To make a hole your {\i kantori} friends could pass
through? A good {\i g{\lang5129\u8217\'92}nire }with half-talbon}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
s would take a tenth, Lord.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Spitting
his exasperation Peter rounded on Grimgnaw. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}What{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s he saying?{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Sire.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 The old dwarf looked alarmed. }\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 A {\i g{\lang5129\u8217\'92}nire }is a six-head mining team and any
ten {\i dwarvenire }can make one up, tho}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 a good one is harder
to find. Yet I daresay there are many here with us.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 He nodded
at the dwarfish army crowded into the chamber and the passage beyond. }\u8220\'93
{\lang1033 But a half-talbon is a special hammer for this type of rock and I misdoubt
me if there is a one in this underspace for we came prepared for war, not rock-
hewing. And war-axes are made for splitting skulls, not rock}\u8230\'85\u8221\'94
{\lang1033 He shrugged his hopelessness. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 And a tenth, sire
,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he finished for completeness, }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Is a
tenth of a candle. About one third part of your Cair Caravel hour.}\u8221\'94{
\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 So,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter groaned with despair. }\u8220\'93
{\lang1033 Six dwarves with hammers we don}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 t have would take
twenty minutes to open a hole in that rock big enough for a centaur to pass through
?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Aye, sire,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the old dwarf agreed sadly. }\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Tho}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 they}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 ll be needing
chisels as well.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 And if there any trolls in the cave beyond the wall, what will they
be doing while we do that?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter asked rhetorically.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 A heavy
, black silence fell as the magnitude of the disaster sunk in. If they were any
trolls in the cavern on the other side of the rock wall they would be thoroughly
warned of the presence of Peter{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s army long before the break
-through occurred and even a couple of trolls the other side of a hole the size
the dwarves could make would happily slaughter anyone trying to pass through until
it was blocked with dead. Yet if there were no trolls beyond the wall they could
be anywhere and the army that was supposed to be looking for them was stuck in
a cramped tunnel and tiny chamber deep underground and hours from the surface.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Ashen
in the everlight and sagging with despair Peter turned away from the dwarf general
. Into the defeated silence came a scream.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 It
came from beyond the rock face, muffled yet in no way softened by the intervening
stone. It was the scream of a girl suffering agony beyond bearing, freezing every
heart in the army hearing it and making hardened, grizzled dwarfish veterans want
to weep. Edmund, unable to bear it, clamped his hands over his ears while Peter
swayed as though on the point of collapse. The centaurs, always seemingly impervious
to suffering, drew themselves up to full height and faced the dreadful sound as
though standing up to the lash of a freezing, ice-toothed midwinter gale. The
scream climbed the scale to the edge of hearing and endurance and then passed beyond
both into a realm of agony beyond mortal comprehension.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Even
time in the cramped dead-end chamber seemed to stop. Nothing moved, for to move
would be to make a sound and in the silence which followed that awful scream the
merest scrape of a boot on the stone floor, rustle of leather jerkin on a shifting
arm, whisper of breath in a shock-dried throat, would be to diminish the absoluteness
of the suffering they had just heard and reduce it to the mundane, while every
ear strained into the bottomless silence dreading a repeat of the scream, for it
would surely be impossible for anything living to bear such agony twice.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 In
slow motion King Peter fell to his knees. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Susan,{\lang5129
\u8221\'94} he breathed in an agony of his own, and though as faint as the whisper
of a butterfly{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s wings it was heard by every centaur, dwarf
and hound in the army.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 It
broke the spell and a dozen dwarves rushed the rock wall, hefting their axes. Fortunately
Grimgnaw reached it first and with Gendso{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s help stopped them
before the first steel blade rang uselessly on the rock wall, costing the army
the surprise it so desperately needed.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Hammers. Do we no have hammers?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Grimgnaw hissed
desperately over the heads of the mob. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Did no brown-arsed
bugger among you think to bring a hammer?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 None
had, and the press fell back slightly as it regained its senses. Then Belrath
was forcing his way through it, brutally forcing dwarves to either side and even
forcing them to dodge his hooves. The cave was crowded and he made slow progress
but finally arrived beside Grimgnaw and Edmund at the rock face, ignoring Peter
who was still on his knees head bowed as he contemplated the extent of his failure
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Get back,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he ordered. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033
Back.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Brushing even Edmund aside with his flanks he made
a space for himself, swung his tail toward the rock face and let fly with both hind
legs and every ounce of strength he possessed in his mighty hind-quarters.\par}
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Steel
-rimmed hooves with the power of a battering ram hit the rock at the exact point
Gendso had indicated it was at its thinnest. For a moment the rock held and the
impact sent a visible shockwave jarring back through Belrath{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s body. Then the stone exploded outwards and a hole a dwarf could have crawled
through appeared in the rock face. Instantly Belrath kicked again, at a point
just below the hole, and the weakened rock gave way. Two more mighty kicks opened
the hole almost to the full width of the span indicated by Gendso, although only
to half its height. Then, his back-legs collapsing under him, the Centaur pulled
himself aside from the hole.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Through
it Edmund could see into the cavern beyond. Yellow light from a fire flickered
on rock faces and made shadows dance in corners. Only yards away and to one side
of a large outcropping of rock a crowd of trolls, faces still turning his way
and mouths dropping, were pressed around a low boulder with one standing between
the slim white legs of a girl, its hips jerking in and out as it fucked her invisible
body.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Beside
him Peter was still on his knees, white face turned upwards as he struggled to
catch up with events and take control. It was a shambles, Edmund realised. Any
battle-plans Peter might have had, any tactics designed to make use of the advantages
he had and exploit any weaknesses of the trolls, were useless. One in five of
the dwarves carried a cross-bow and were supposed to be organised in ranks that
could fire in sequence to maintain a steady, debilitating fire on the enemy but
instead the dwarves were mixed higgledy-piggledy and crushed so tightly in the press
that no-one could raise a crossbow let alone fire it even if they were loaded and
cocked which they probably weren{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t. The hounds were supposed
to be to the fore, running around to the flanks and rear of the enemy to confuse
and disorganise any ranks they might try to form, but in fact were still back in
the Cathedral Cave with the giants. Even the Centaurs with their deadly long-bows
and sheer terrifying presence were caught helplessly in the press of the tiny cave
or narrow tunnel. He, owner of three of the finest suites of armour in Narnia,
was face-to-face with thirty-eight trolls and didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t have a
single piece of it on. It was such a sheer, complete, utter, glorious shambles that
a wave of pure, death-defying joy swept over Edmund and with a howl of {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}charge{\lang5129\u8221\'94} which was more laugh than word he dived through
the hole, scrambled over the rubble and ran flat out towards the trolls.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 He
hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t even drawn his sword and was charging them empty-handed
he realised, and that was so funny that he gave vent to another shout of joy.
As he sped on he noticed to his surprise that the trolls were scattering from the
rock and backing away from him, alarm on their faces, and that was even funnier
still.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Something
zipped past his ear like tearing silk and the troll between the girl{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s legs, who was only just looking up to see what was going on, fell forward
on top of her, the end of a feathered shaft protruding from his back. Another,
who looked as if he might be thinking of standing his ground against Edmund, reeled
back clawing at an arrow through his throat. Behind him Edmund heard the very distinctive
twang of a cross-bow discharge and with the extraordinary clarity and acuity of
vision and hearing with which he seemed to be suddenly possessed he saw the bolt
vanish into the chest of a dithering troll and burst out of his back a moment later
in a shower of dark blood to slam into the chest of one behind him with a very
audible thunk, dropping both big creatures like a stones.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 It
was so wonderful that he crowed with joy. Then his foot turned over on a fist-sized
loose rock on the floor of the cave, a blaze of fierce pain burst from his ankle
as it twisted, his leg gave under him and he reeled sideways, hobbling.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 And
saw Susan.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 His
big sister was off to one side, naked and dangling over a narrow spike of blood
-wet rock that was growing from her body like a huge, obscene third leg. Beneath
her a particularly large and hideous troll with a cleft face was turning away from
her to face this unexpected attack and two other trolls were standing looking puzzled
beside and to each side of the rock. Right in front of Edmund, though, was yet
another troll who was holding a rope which stretched away into the darkness of
the roof above Susan and which Edmund instantly knew was supporting her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Despite
the agonising pain in his ankle his mind was still seemed to be working at ninety
-miles-an-hour and as smoothly as milk so that everything seemed to be happening
around him in slow-motion. The troll with the rope was wearing a dagger tucked
into a belt around his waist and was already reaching for it in response to Edmund
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s appearance. In an moment it was going to draw it and go
for Edmund, and in doing so would let go of the rope. And when it did that Susan
would drop like an egg onto the point of the needle of stone between her legs.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 As
though something else was in command of his mind and body Edmund went with the flow
and let his momentum bounce him like a billiard ball off the big rock with a chair
carved into it and kicked against it with his good leg to power himself away, ignoring
the flares of pain in the other. Somehow his sword was out although he didn{\lang5129
\u8216\'91}t remember drawing it, and with the hilt in both hands and blade like
a galley{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s ram in front of him he used all his weight and momentum
to drive it through the chest of the troll holding the rope. The troll reeled
away, already coughing up blood with the guard of the sword hard against his chest
, but the rope was in Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hands and he felt Susan{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s dead weight on it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 She
was thirty-two months older and just that bit heavier than her younger brother.
The purchase provided by the hook in the roof cancelled some of the difference out
but hissing with the pain of his wrenched ankle he had to brace himself with both
feet and lean back against the pull of the rope, shoulders straining, to hold her
weight.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
troll with the carved face turned to Edmund and its face took on a twisted grin
as it drew from its belt a long, toothed dagger. It began advancing on him and
as half the millions of nerves in Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body began letting
him know in glorious Technicolor what it was going to feel like to have that awful
dagger carving and slicing at his flesh the other millions began urging him to
let go of the rope and run. Wailing silently inside he raised his eyes from the
terror approaching and found himself looking into his sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 He
saw terror there, too. Terror, pain and weariness, yet also hope and defiance.
Her hair, normally brushed sleek and shining was bedraggled and slicked to her scalp
as if wet. There were dark bruises around her eyes and streaks of tears across
her cheeks, glittering golden in the firelight. Her bloodless lips were drawn
open slightly as though her breath was caught in her throat.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 He
had never before noticed how long her neck was, and how slender. Nor how narrow
and thin her shoulders were. The rope she was hanging from had been wrapped cruelly
tight around her chest and upper arms, biting into the skin and, as her weight
tried to slide her out of it, squeezing her breasts upwards into blood-gorged, painfully
flattened bulges while blood oozed from one of her nipples as though she had been
sucked far too hard or bitten. Her stomach, gouged and scratched, was indrawn
beneath the arch of her ribs as though she was tensing herself against hurt and
the little triangle of black between her legs, parted by the rock needle, stood
out startlingly bold against the whiteness of her skin.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
troll was nearly upon him, the eager teeth of its dagger caked with black blotches
of old, coagulated blood and thirsting for Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s life.
With only moments of life left to him he twisted the rope around his wrists in the
hope the dead weight of his body would hold Susan off the spike, and let his eyes
settle on his sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s sex to drink it in. And Susan, as though
knowing and understanding this, opened herself to his gaze.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
little wrinkled finger of her clitoris poked shyly out of the groove below the
tuft of hair while, immediately behind it, the huge shaft of bloody rock forced
her cuntlips apart and disappeared into her body. Despite the imminence of his
death, with its stench he could already smell and the whistling of its breath through
the hole in its face that he could hear, his prick twitched with envious empathy
for the rock shaft enfolded in his sister{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s vagina. In straining
to support Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s weight she was rising and falling slightly
at the end of the rope and the rock was sliding up and down inside her cunt an
inch or two. As the troll loomed over him with its knife poised to carve him wide
open he realised that he was, after all, fucking his big sister, and could not
think of a more wonderful time to die.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 At
the realisation he laughed with joy and the troll paused in confusion, its knife
poised for the killing blow.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Then
, in blur of chestnut motion and shower of sparks struck by steel shoe on rock floor
, a centaur crashed into the troll, sending it reeling against the rock spike between
Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s legs. Tarttak reared and his front-hooves crashed
against the troll{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s head, sending it sprawling. The two trolls
who had been holding Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s legs sprang at him and he twisted
away, sword slicing. One troll keeled over, its head flopping off its shoulders
, but the other drove its dagger into the horse{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s side of the
centaur, towards his heart. Tarttak staggered, spent all his remaining strength
in a two-handed back-cut which opened the troll from groin to chin, and then went
down.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Unable
to do anything except cling grimly to the rope Edmund watched his centaur die for
although both man and horse part of him had a heart they shared a common blood-
stream and as his horse{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s heart pumped it out through the gash
in his side his man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s heart sucked at empty arteries and failed
. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Another
centaur appeared at Edmund{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s side and strong arms took the
rope from him, easily lifting Susan off the stone spike. It was Belrath, his hindquarters
low and unsteady. Gratefully Edmund stumbled back and sunk down with his back to
the rock mound containing the stone seat.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Twisting
at the end of her rope Susan pushed herself clear of the rock and Belrath lowered
her. She slid down against its smooth, blood-slicked sides and wriggled to avoid
coming down on the troll chieftain felled by Tarttak or the one he had sliced open
, which was still wriggling and thrashing its death-throes on a bloodied, steaming
bed of its own intestines, stomach and kidneys. Pushing itself clear of it to
she hopped a few steps on feet spread wide by a spear-shaft to a piece of floor
clear of the carnage and fell in a sobbing heap.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Edmund
looked about him. Tarttak{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s huge body lay next to the troll
it had beheaded with, nearby, the one killed by Edmund such a long time ago, as
it seemed. The hilt of his sword still protruded from its chest but, Edmund noticed
with a pang of annoyance, in falling dead it had broken his sword and a length
of the bloodstained blade lay next to it. In the cavern fighting still raged and
it was clear that although won, for the trolls had been scattered and were increasingly
outnumbered as dwarves still poured out of the hole in the cave wall, the battle
was far from over. Bodies of troll, dwarf and hound littered the floor, some still
moving, some not. Tactics for fighting trolls were for a gang of dwarves and or
hounds to surround it and torment it, keeping out of reach of its axe, club or
dagger until a centaur with its long-bow or dwarf with its cross-bow could knock
it down. It was dangerous work, though, and Edmund saw several trolls stuck with
several arrows or bolts still lashing out it its attackers. Dwarfish yells, war
-dog snarling, trollish grunts and the clatter of steel shoes on rock rang through
cave over a background of groans and cries, the wooden thunk of bows and metallic
twang of cross-bows. Yet steadily the number of trolls still standing diminished
and the numbers gathering against them increased.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Gritting
his teeth against the throbbing pain in his ankle Edmund found himself shaking
uncontrollably. Belrath and another centaur were standing guard over Susan and
another, Edmund noticed, had taken Tarttak{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s place and was guarding
him. Gnawgrim was gently removing the rope from around Susan{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s chest while a dwarfish shaman at her side was rummaging in his pack for his medicines
and salves. It slowly dawned on Edmund that they had won. Unbelievably they had
rescued Susan alive and defeated a force of thirty-eight trolls, and he had been
part of it. He found himself sobbing and laughing at the same time.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Ed? Are you all right?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
was standing over him. His sword was dripping blood, he had blood up to the elbows
and his splendid surcoat of royal blue with the golden {\lang5129\u8220\'93}PIR
{\lang5129\u8221\'94} was black with it.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Ricked my ankle,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund said, laughing because
it still hurt like mad and it was all so stupid.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 He
saw his brother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s eyes narrow and knew. Just for a moment Peter
had suspected a lie. His elder brother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s instinctive reaction
had been to suspect Edmund of faking a sprained ankle so that he could cower at
the foot of the rock and duck the fight. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Suddenly
coldly furious he stared back and for the first time in his life saw Peter back
down from him. \par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Susan}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s over there,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he
said bitterly, nodding in her direction.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
looked at the over at the group and then back at Edmund, unusually uncertain of
himself.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Ed}\u8230\'85\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he said. Then, clearly aware
of the damage and with no idea how to go about repairing it he straightened up
with a grimace and crossed to Susan.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Seeing
him she brushed off the shaman and struggled to her knees. Belrath had draped
her with his own cover but she ignored it, letting it slide from her shoulders.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 The girl. The siren. How is she?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she asked
quickly and with a clear, iron voice.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Who..? Siren}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 ?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter
was knocked back a step by her vehemence.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 On the rock.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 She waved an arm and nearly toppled
over. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Help me up,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she snarled at Gnawgrim
.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Majesty}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 ?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 The old dwarf
was as startled as the High King but stood like a rock as Susan put a hand around
his neck and used him to lever herself unsteadily to her feet. Peter, hovering
helplessly next to her, tried to drape the centaur}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s blanket
around her shoulders but she ignored it again.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Belrath,}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 she said more gently. }\u8220\'93
{\lang1033 Please take me over there.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
centaur looked down at her standing naked and barely able to keep her feet before
him, some battle clearly fighting itself out in his mind. Then he bowed to her
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Majesty,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he said softly and, slipping his hands
under her arms, picked her up effortlessly.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Bearing
the naked Queen before him he crossed to the rock, clearly having some difficulty
controlling his back-legs. Peter, puzzled, trailed behind them. The fighting
was almost done and many of the survivors were drawn to the sight. Edmund struggled
up the rock but his abused ankle was far to tender to put any weight on and as
dwarves and centaurs gathered between him and Susan he pulled himself up into the
chair carved into the rock so as to be able to see over their heads.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Get that rubbish off her,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Susan snarled and
eager dwarvish hands pulled the dead troll off the green-haired girl, its short
, fat penis slipping bloodily out of the crimson pulp between her legs.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Is she still alive?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Susan whispered.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
dwarf shaman bent over her and then lifted his head.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Yes, Majesty,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 he reported, }\u8220\'93{\lang1033
But}\u8230\'85\u8221\'94{\lang1033 A slow shake of his head said that it was a
situation not likely to continue much longer.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Peter.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Susan}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s voice
was of iron again. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 You are her King, remember?}\u8221\'94
{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Sue? Yes, but}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 What}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 ?
}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 \par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Help her die,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the High Queen of Narnia hissed
.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Hesitantly
Peter stepped up to her, bent over and kissed the siren on her forehead. The girl
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Give me your sword,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Susan ordered implacably
, }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 And hold her head up so she can see this.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 No
way could Peter refuse. He meekly handed his sister the sword Aslan had presented
to him, then gently raised the dying siren{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s head and slipped
beneath it so he could rest it in his lap.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Bring me that}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 that thing,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
Susan ordered, pointing at the troll with the split face crumpled at the foot
of the spike.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Tarttak
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hooves had only stunned it and the two giants hauled it to
its feet and dragged it over to Susan.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 You.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 The naked Queen jabbed it with the point
of the sword. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Wake up.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 She jabbed
it again and again. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Ragnok. The High Queen of Narnia is
talking to you.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The
troll stirred and raised its head. As consciousness returned it struggled ineffectively
in the iron grip of the giants and then gave up. Susan stepped up to it, her breasts
only inches from its chest, and stared up into its split face.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Remember me?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she asked menacingly. Then she
stepped back. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Remember her?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 She pointed
with the sword at the green-haired girl in Peter}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s arms.\par
}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Well, this is for her,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she spat and with an
explosion of strength and both hands on the hilt swung the sword over her head
like an axe. The blade, which never lost its razor edge, hummed in the air and
then bit downwards into the troll}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s thighs with a wet thwack
. The troll shrieked and its severed penis flopped at Susan}\u8217\'92{\lang1033
s feet. For a moment Susan rested the sword}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s point on the
floor before her and leaned on it, building her strength. Then in a low, sweet
voice she said, }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 And this is for me.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033
Raising the sword she drove it into the troll}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s chest. There
was a murmur of approval from the watching dwarves.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Leaving
it in the troll{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s twitching, jerking body she turned her back
on it and returned to the green-haired girl on the table. As Peter had she bowed
down and kissed her on the forehead, whispering something Edmund didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t hear although he saw a tear fall on the girl{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s
cheek.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 I think}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 .}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 said Peter after
few moments and slid out from beneath the mass of green-hair to lay the girl}\u8217
\'92{\lang1033 s head gently on the stone. Susan laid her body on the green-haired
girl}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 s and wept.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Clearly
shaken Peter retrieved his sword from the corpse of the troll chieftain, wiped
it on its cloak of hair and then draped Belrath{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s cape across
the sobbing Queen and the body of the girl. Edmund, too, was rattled and disturbed
by a sister he had never seen before A sister who could stand naked before an
army of males without the least shame or embarrassment. A sister who could kill
. And not just kill.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Eventually
Susan quietened, sniffed and rose from the dead siren, shrugging the centaur{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s cape from herself and draping it over the body. Naked and smeared
with blood from her own cuts and gashes, from the stone spike, from the troll and
from the siren{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s body and with the gouge marks left by the
rope still visible on her arms and beneath her breasts she swung on Bellerix.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Do any still live?}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 she asked fiercely.\par}
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Lady,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 the old centaur hesitated. }\u8220\'93
{\lang1033 We have some trapped in a cave yonder who have sought mercy.}\u8221\'94
{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Kill them.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Susan spat.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Sue!}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Peter exclaimed. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033
They}\u8217\'92{\lang1033 re surrendering.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Kill them.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Susan repeated to the centaur,
ignoring Peter.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Bellerix
turned helplessly to Peter, who after all was High King and commander of the army
.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Susan
turned her back on them both and, naked and bloody, said quietly to the silent,
watching army, {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Kill them.{\lang5129\u8221\'94}\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 It
did not take very long. As soon as the butchery was over Susan turned away from
the army again, surrendering it back to her brother. A dwarf had been hovering
nearby for some time holding a long, heavy cape found amid a pile of loot the trolls
had acquired on the raid. Crossing to him she accepted it and wrapped herself
in it, then walked carefully to a rock which had served the trolls as a seat near
the fire, sat down on it and, remote and untouchable, stared into the flames.\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Peter
stared after her.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Sire,}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Bellerix said. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033
There are the wounded to see to, and the full extent of the cave to determine.
There may yet be {\i trolloclodyte} hiding or lying low, and we have the exit to
find.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang1033 Yes.}\u8221\'94{\lang1033 Edmund could see that Peter was distracted
. }\u8220\'93{\lang1033 Yes. Do}\u8230\'85{\lang1033 Do whatever}\u8230\'85\u8221
\'94{\lang1033 he waved a dismissal at the centaur and crossed to a rock of his
own, sat down on it and pulled his blood-soaked surcoat around him.\par}}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Bellerix
began issuing orders and the army stirred itself. Edmund, ensconced in his throne
, watched an oblivious Peter and sucked a tooth thoughtfully.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f0\lang1033\fs32\kerning28 Chapter
12\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par
}
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f1\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Author
\u8217\'92s Note\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\ul\f1\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f1\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 I began
\u8216\'91The Other Side Of Narnia\u8217\'92 merely to satisfy my own curiosity
as to what might have happened to C.S. Lewis\u8217\'92 creations Peter, Susan,
Lucy and Edmund had they had a bit more \u8216\'91spunk\u8217\'92 than Lewis himself
allowed them. The 100,000 words to this point represent many hours of thoroughly
enjoyable thinking, writing and editing but I have a living to make and other projects
demanded the time. Besides, the story from this point is pretty complete in my
head, and putting it down on paper is just the perspiration part of writing, rather
than the inspiration.\par}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f1\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par
}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f1\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 If,
though, you have enjoyed what you have read and would like the story to continue
drop me a mail via {\i\ul\cf1{{\field{\*\fldinst{ HYPERLINK "mailto:v10la@operamail.com"
}}{\fldrslt{\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282 v10la@operamail.com
}}}}} and if it seems there is enough enthusiasm out there to know more I have no
doubt it will enthuse me enough to press on with the project. \par}
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}
\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f1\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 R.A
. 25/8/03\par}
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