Name: Heir Apparent

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rating: M/NC-17 (For LOTS o' sex and smut, light non-consensual mention)

Length: Mutliple chapters (thousands of words!!)

Pairing: Caspian/Susan

Summary: Susan is brought back to Narnia because the king is in need. Caspian's throne is on the line unless he finds an appropriate queen and sires an heir. Boinking ensues.

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or any of its pervy characters.

All of the innocent glances and soft, "accidental" touches were beginning to drive Caspian mad. The nights before the battle at Aslan's How, he laid in his tent, feigning sleep, wishing the gentle queen would appear before him and give herself to him the way only a wife would. His fantasies tortured him to no end. Each time he took in that perfect, freckled face, his breath caught in his throat, nearly unable to stand the beauty that was before him.

"Shame on you Caspian." he thought as he sat in his chambers. It was wrong to think such lusty thoughts about such a virtuous, valiant woman. She is still a woman. Certainly she had feelings for him...he could see it in her stormy blue eyes. It was the night after he and the Pevensies paraded back to the castle, victorious after Miraz's defeat. He was now ready to take his rightful place as the King of ALL Narnia. Many Telmarines were finding it difficult to accept his rule which meant he needed to establish his throne and his name. He needed a queen and, almost more importantly, he needed an heir.

The knock on the door rudely interrupted his thoughts. He stood and crossed the room to unbolt and open the heavy wooden doors. It was her.

"Queen Susan..." he couldn't help but stutter at the initial sight of her bewitching face.

She gave him a small smile. He knew she was about to remind him to just call her 'Susan'. "We're friends Caspian." he remembered her saying...but how he wanted them to be so much more. He heard her voice far off as he stood there staring, lost in his own thoughts. He shook his head and concentrated on her voice once more.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Caspian, I couldn't sleep and saw the light under your door...I..." her voice trailed off as her eyes absently wandered from his face down to his open tunic. His tanned chest peeking through the opening as his muscular frame shown through the thin fabric.

Caspian followed her eyes down and blushed, quickly bringing his eyes back up to hers as she cleared her throat, trying her best to continue her sentence uninterrupted.

"I-I was wondering if you'd like to go for a walk." Susan finally regained her composure to stammer those last few words out.

Caspian smiled and nodded, "I'd be honored."

Susan backed away from the entry way as he stepped out, closing the door to his bed chamber behind him. Susan swung her arms slightly, then clasped her hands together awkwardly in front of her. Caspian couldn't help but smile at her nervousness. She was the first to break the silence.

"I never properly thanked you for helping me the other day. You saved my life." Susan looked at her feet as she spoke, slowly coming to a stop as they walked.

Caspian stopped with her and turned to face her. "My gentle queen, I do not require thanks for saving a friend. I would gladly do it again."

Susan reached out and gently touched the side of his arm, "But I do thank you Caspian.."

Heat rushed up his body from the spot she touched. An innocent gesture like this was enough to send him into a frenzy of passion. How could she have such power over him? Did she even know how much his heart desired her? Caspian couldn't help but feel as though time was of the essence. She had to know how he felt about her. Most people go lifetimes without having the privilege to know passion such as this.

The two made pleasant conversation as they passed through the halls. She regaled him with stories of "her" world and he told of fun memories from his childhood. He caught himself staring at her constantly, but he was unsure if she ever took notice. The two reached the south courtyard. They both looked up at the bright moon and twinkling stars.

"I used to stand on my balcony at Cair Paravel, staring at these very stars. Of all the things that have changed in Narnia, the sky has remained constant. That's a great comfort to me." Susan sighed contentedly and continued watching the stars. Caspian looked at her profile silhouetted by the moon. Now would be the time to tell her.

"Susan..." he turned, facing her. Susan looked at him and noticed a difference in his voice. It was huskier, determined...passion-filled. "Yes Caspian?" "I care for you, deeply..." She brought a hand to his lips, stopping him from speaking further. "And I you Caspian..." He leaned down and gently took her lips in his, kissing her softly. The kiss was sweet and innocent, just as it should be. Caspian decided not to take the matter further, promptly returning her to her bed chambers, giving her a loving, long look as she bid him goodnight and closed the door.

The following day, Aslan held court with Caspian and the Pevensies, announcing that their time in Narnia was over and that Peter and Susan would not return again. Susan's heart sank as she looked across the table at Caspian, whose chest rose and fell harder after the announcement, as if he were fighting back tears. She remained there in that seat next to Aslan as everyone left the room.

"Why Aslan? Why?" she was sobbing now, tears blurring her vision and causing her to tremble. Aslan frowned. Susan, no one knows what the future holds...even destiny has it's own way of thwarting the best laid plans of mice, men and lions. He smiled at her and slowly walked away, leaving her to cry in the empty room.

That afternoon, Susan rushed through the castle, searching for Caspian. She found him in his personal library, staring out the window with Narnian history books nearby. She burst in, closing and bolting the door behind her.

He stood quickly and they stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity before they both rushed at each other, closing the space between them quickly. They wrapped their arms around each other feverishly, bringing their lips together quickly and passionately. Susan whispered as Caspian's lips moved to her neck, "I want to make the most of the little time we have left...I want you to be my first Caspian...I love you so." Caspian slowly pulled his lips away from her neck, "You want to--" she cut him off quickly, "Yes Caspian. I want to make love to you." Caspian's eyes were unsure, but filled with desire.

"My queen...I don't--" again, she interrupted him as sobs began to wrack her body. Tears flowed freely as she clenched her fists, "Don't deny me this Caspian! Please...you're my first love. I want to experience making love for the first time with you...it'll be all we have, but at least it will be something. Please make love to me Caspian." Her words were breathy and her eyes were desperate. Words were no longer needed as Caspian crossed the room quickly, taking her face in his hands and crushing her lips against his.

His hands greedily explored her body through her thick layers of clothing. She reached down to unfasten his breeches as he began to unlace her corset. Soon, his lips parted hers and he was able to step back and take in her naked body. She stood there, a porcelain figure amongst a library of books. She looked like a priceless statue. He knew that the vision of her body would be burned into his memory for all eternity. Every delicate curve and freckle of her beautiful body was now the standard to which he would hold every woman.

Caspian knew it would be his duty as ruler to supply his land with a suitable queen and heirs, but he was unsure he would ever be able to desire another the way he loved Susan. Her touch brought him back to the here and now. He gently laid her down among their discarded clothes on the floor of the library. He complimented her body with gentle kisses starting at the nape of her neck and ending at the entrance to her sex. Susan shuddered as he kissed her thigh and began to make his way back up her body, moving between her supple thighs. He stared down at her, taking a hand to gently stroke her face, "My love...my queen." Tears began forming in her eyes as he laid soft kisses on her face, "Are you ready my darling?" She nodded and in one fluid thrust, he filled her. She bit her lip and gave a small yelp as the pain shot through her. He laid there, waiting for her body to get used to the new sensation.

Soon, he was moving in and out of her slowly, staring down at her beautiful face. He tried to concentrate on his own sensations...trying to keep them from building too quickly. He wanted this moment to last forever. Susan began writhing beneath him as pain gave way to pleasure. She kissed his neck and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, prompting him to deepen his movements. Before she could take hold of herself, Susan arched her back and let out a shriek, which Caspian quickly muffled with his hand. The orgasm caught her by surprise. Caspian continued his desperate thrusts, feeling his own release near. He remembered men talking in the training grounds about how to avoid impregnating a freshly bedded maiden. Part of Caspian wanted to thrust forward, releasing his seed deep inside his love, but that would not be fair to her. Sending her back to a world she did not want to return to, alone and with child. His thoughts were interrupted as he pulled from her, erupting onto her leg, biting his lip to avoid from crying out in ecstasy.