Hi! I'm not sure how this would go or if anyone will bother to read it. This is just another M rated fiction that surrounds Susan's relationships. For now, this will be posted under "the Chronicles of Narnia" and crossover of "Narnia/LOTR" as I am contemplating pairing Susan and Legolas up in later chapters. For now, it will be Susan and Caspian so I hope you Suspian fans out there will enjoy it. To tell the truth, I am a die-hard Legosan fan :P Anyways, straight to the story.
Disclaimer: Except for the plot, I do not own the characters or any other thing!
It was the night of King Caspian's inauguration; everyone was having a jolly time at the feast, including Susan Pevensie.
In the castle hall, everyone was either dancing along the beautiful music played by the Fauns or enjoying the variety of food prepared by the beavers (they have a knack for cooking). This party was not only celebrating Caspian X being the new king of Narnia but also for their victory in the battle with the Telmarines.
Friendly Lucy, who was partly in charge of holding the party, thought of inviting everyone who had fought bravely in the war to join the party. But the idea was turned down by Peter, who thought there was no way the feasting hall could contain all those people. Instead, sensible Susan suggested that to have the more intimate friends and allies at the castle while having the rest of Narnia celebrate in the city square. The royal kitchen will be in charge of providing food to the whole of Narnia. Everyone was happy with the idea.
Now, standing at the corner of the hall, Susan smiled happily. She was so glad that her siblings and she could return to this magical kingdom once more. She was getting so dull and bored back in England that some of her memories of Aslan's country had been washed away, though she refused to admit it. After all, as soon as she stepped into Narnia, all sweet memories returned once more and she could feel in her bones that she was Queen Susan the Gentle.
This journey had been full of surprises. Not only was she shocked that Narnia had passed by many years after the Pevensies had left for only a year and had been turned into a hell hole by the Telmarines, but most of all, she met young Caspian, who, with his handsome looks and incredible leadership, had charmed his way into her heart. Technically, they were both of similar age; sixteen to be exact. It was no surprise that they would fall for each other. At first, it was love at first sight, seeing him stand up to his uncle had stirred up her admiration for him. Both of them were mentally beyond their age and that was another similarity that bonded them together. So, when she put on this off-white lace dress that was formfitting yet had sleeves and a long hem that covered her up modestly, she had been thinking of him. Of course, she succeeded for the young King was truly wowed when she made her entrance with that golden crown of hers shining on her head while her long black hair were weaved into a long braid.
For a sixteen-year-old, she was definitely a stunner. At such a young age, despite her lean figure, she had voluptuous curves that had left men of neighboring countries drooling during the Golden Age. Yet, she was tall and carried herself gracefully, so instead of giving others the illusion of being easy, she was more like a goddess than a harlot to the knights, princes and kings that had asked for her hand. This night, when she stepped into the hall, everyone had stopped to admire her beauty as she led her sister in, hand in hand. Lucy giggled at all the attention and upon spotting Trumpkin, her D.L.F., she ran down the marble staircase to greet him. Meanwhile, Caspian had his eyes fixated on the older girl, who walked towards him step by step, slow as can be, as if teasing him. Her trick had worked, for the King gulped as she stared into his chocolate brown eyes with her icy blue ones and he could feel butterflies in his stomach.
"Good evening, Queen Susan," Caspian whispered as he took her hand and placed a feathery kiss on it when she had finally walked down the stairs.
"Same to you, my King." She replied gently. Caspian had been looking at her luscious lips as she uttered those words. Oh! How he wanted to kiss them until they were red and swollen.
Noticing that the boy's sight was transfixed on her, she enquired, "Are you okay?"
Caspian immediately looked up, blushing at being caught. Luckily, his tanned skin had obscured the flush that was building on his cheeks. "I'm perfectly fine."
At that answer, Susan could not help but smile; she knew exactly what he had been staring at.
"Would you grant me the honor of dancing with you, milady?" he asked suddenly.
"But of course." She replied and the king took her arm in his and led her to the dance floor.
The next song was up and it was a Narnian folk dance. Immediately, the males lined in a row, facing the females. Susan and Caspian took their places in either row, standing across each other. The upbeat music began as the court musicians played the tune with flutes. The dance included a lot of fast footwork and especially, required quite a number of energetic jumping. Soon, Caspian found himself neither looking into his partner's mesmerizing eyes nor her full rosy lips, but her round chest that was bouncing up and down as she leaped. For a split second, his teenage hormones kicked in and he began fantasizing them uncovered. But as soon as he realized how excited he was getting, he mentally slapped himself for having such dirty thoughts of a queen so pure and beautiful, though he had to admit that she was driving him crazy since he first laid eyes on her. Luckily, the dance ended just in time before his over imaginative brain started to conjure up dirty images once more.
Susan swore the King had been observing her chest and though it would have offended her if he were someone else, she felt ashamed that she was in fact enjoying the attention he was giving to her (or rather, her chest). She knew she was playing a dangerous game with Caspian, but her raging hormones convinced her otherwise and so she decided they would have another dance together and the boy was more than happy to comply.
The next dance was a slow one and was exactly like the ballroom dances she used to learn back in her boarding school. The partners would have their left hand on the other's shoulder while the right hand would be placed on their partner's waste. Since both of them were royals and were well trained, they had no trouble finding their positions. At first, both of them kept their hands in their original places, but as the song progressed, Caspian was awfully conscious that his hand was holding her slim waist. It was warm where he had felt and he began to wonder whether she had any undergarment on. Sensing that he was suddenly tight, she leaned in to whisper in his ears, "Relax." Accidentally, her breast rubbed on his chest and immediately, both teenagers turned into tomatoes. Susan's blush was unbearably visible against her porcelain skin and to avoid any more unnecessary contact, she slid her hand downwards from his shoulder to his upper chest, attempting to create a barrier between them. But she had done it so gently, like a caress, that Caspian's breath hitched while he bit hard on his tongue to avoid making any sound. When her chest had unintentionally brushed against his, he swore the sensation felt like a hard pebble touching him and almost instantly, he felt a stirring in his pants that caused him to blush. Luckily for him, Telmarine fashion was all about loose blouse and pants, which helped hiding his excitement well. He wanted to smack himself across his face to clear his head, but the close proximity with the young queen made it difficult. So, as soon as the song ended, they greeted each other politely with a bow and a curtsey, and parted ways.
So, now, Susan was standing quietly in a corner, waiting for either the ball to end at midnight or someone to invite her to dance. Personally, she preferred staying alone, which allowed her to think. The instant she had left the dance floor, she was overwhelmed with joy, or rather, desire. She was not sure if "desire" was the right word for her mother had always been avoidant of teaching her the complexity and emotions that come with becoming a woman. Of course, they talked about boys, but never in detail like how she should act around them or what she would feel, mentally or… physically. And now, she was completely lost at how she should deal with the problem between Caspian and her. She knew she was attracted to him and he, her, but there was so much more between them that teenagers like them could not answer. Of course, she had once been a woman, but she had practically turned down every man that she had no interactions with that gender or whatsoever except for her older brothers. It did not help that she had been studying in an all girl's boarding school since the young age of six and that her parents were extremely strict about her meeting boys, not that she had ever been interested with the opposite sex, till now, that is. Though, she did overhear one or two senior girls gossiping about kissing and…. and sex as well. She shuddered at the thought.
Long before she had heard of their conversation, she had seen dogs and farm animals have… have s…se…sex, but all that had imprinted on her was that it was a carnal and dirty deed that she had no interest in pursuing. But listening to their experiences (and those senior girls had a reputation of being easy), it kept her wondering that maybe being intimate, like kissing and se…sex was not that bad after all. At that moment, she began fantasizing about Caspian putting her in his arms and caressing her back soothingly and she could feel herself getting excited. In that instant, she felt her lower body getting wet, like it did when she felt Caspian's gaze at her lips or when he stared at her chest or when she carelessly rubbed her chest on his. She bit her lips. Had she urinated on herself? Or was it a physical sign that was induced by her desire towards the boy? She had no clue and her eyes threatened to tear up for she was losing control and she hated that feeling. She was about to cry when someone tapped her shoulder and she jumped out of shock.
Well, hope you all liked it and please excuse my grammatical mistakes. Hopefully, I can update soon if the response is good. Please, if you can, post a review and tell me your thoughts! I'd love to hear them!