A/n: Thanks to LOVEM, PeterCaspianRlz, QueenLucyfan, GoldenAgeNarnia, Connors, CairParavel, EC, Daphne, QueenElenaofnarnia, Bella, Emma, Aslanmane, Narniafan, Emily, and all the other guests. There's smut! Ooh la la! :D


(Cair Paravel, Narnia)

~Susan's POV~

I was so stressed about not having a personal assistant and attendant around. Not just any maid would do; it was only Ines who knew where my personal belongings were and in what order to sort them. I hated that she was a competent lady in waiting — without her I was a wreck but I also knew that I, and my family members, would be so much better off without her. I sincerely, earnestly, genuinely hoped that she would never be back in our lives again. Please, Aslan, I beseech Your Eminence, do not put us through that agony again, and spare my poor brother in particular because Peter seriously does not need to be in pain. He's done nothing wrong. He doesn't deserve to be punished that way. I promise You, Great Lion, I'll work extra hard toward the betterment and prosperity of Narnia and toward being a better Queen. I'll be good, I swear. Just have mercy on Peter.

"Am I interrupting?" Tyrone asked suddenly. I hadn't realized that he had already finished his bath. It must be late already.

"My thoughts? No, it's fine," I shook my head and smiled slightly.

"What are you thinking about?" He inquired casually yet caringly, making his way to the other side of the bed.

"Oh, just Peter. I know he had the day off but he feels barely any better," I said sadly. "It's just...I feel bad that I don't know what else there is I can do to lessen his sorrow. That's why I ask the Great Lion to help me with that…"

"Hey, don't let that beat you down, sweetheart. I'd say you've done a lot for Peter already. You did take over for him, for today's meeting early in the morning. I know he's not in the mood to talk to anybody but I'm sure he's thankful for that, you know," said my husband appreciatively.

I nodded. "He was also supposed to be in charge of the dam project at Mahaska, but I took over as well, of my own volition. I know that Ed and G will be going to Archenland soon so I don't want to burden them with even more work. Lucy's in Calormen, still adjusting. Caspian also took up the new agriculture project recently so I don't want to further add to his workload. You're already overseeing the enforcement of the tax policy. I just don't want you and my siblings to have to work overtime."

"Don't you mean the damn project?" He joked, and I grinned. He wasn't wrong. "But isn't it too much for you, honestly? You already have to supervise the construction progress of the libraries and schools across all of Narnia. Your siblings and I don't want you to have to work overtime either. Peter would be pissed off at me if he found out that you've overworked yourself and I couldn't stop you."

I giggled. "I don't mind spending a few extra hours in the office if it means that you and the others can catch a break. And by the way, you must have heard, the dwarves employed to help build the dam are going on strike."

"Yes, I've heard. It's because they're not getting as much pay as the other human workers are, right?" He enquired, joining me under the covers.

"Exactly. But there are budgets to observe and we've already had to compensate a lot for the people who are uprooted and have to be relocated. A lot of them moved into Linn, since that's the nearest town, but that'll cause hygiene and other problems because it's overcrowded," I rolled my eyes.

"You know I'll be around through every mood, but honestly that is enough negativity for one day," he smiled warmly and invited me to snuggle closer to him.

"Hmm, I know. But I just can't stop thinking about everything that's been going on at work, and you know I hate uncertainty and unresolved issues. I like to be on top of things whenever possible," I pouted.

"You need to be de-stressed. Let me give you a massage," he offered.

I beamed, gushing my thanks, and flipped over. Ah, I did need this massage a lot more than expected, because my neck, shoulders, arms and back muscles were tight after sitting in the office for long hours, and Ty did say so too.

"Give me a moment, I'm sweating," he laughed, and took off his tunic. I couldn't resist the chance to roll over so I could enjoy the view. It took him only one look to know what I was thinking. He climbed atop me and kissed me. I just loved this feeling of his body on mine. But then it wasn't fair that he always got to be in charge. And like I said, I did like to be on top, whenever possible. So I gently kicked and pushed the blankets further to the side of the bed so that we'd have more room and so that I could be on top instead.

"Darling," he chuckled as he played with strands of my hair. "This isn't a very good position for a massage."

"Mm hmm," I nodded playfully, removing my slightly crumpled nightgown. "But it is a very good position for something else."

He smiled. "Glad I could take your mind off things," he replied, when in fact he was doing more than that. He was taking my clothes off too, and my attention was diverted to undressing him as well. Though I knew we were good at multitasking not only in the office but also in the bedroom. Making out while unclothing each other was no inconvenience. I bit my lip seductively at him. I knew he liked it when I did that. He also knew that I liked it too when he paid attention to more than just my erogenous zones, like when he would bless my arms with the tender touch of his fingertips, which was what he was doing right now.

It was no difficult job for me to start off the action. It was a pretty typical position for us but this was not to say that it was not enjoyable because oh yeah it sure was. But then I shimmied my way into a more creative position by slowly stretching out so that I was leaning more closely to him, the angle between our torsos narrowed, without making my arms shake due to the pressure of my weight. The perks? My breasts were bouncing lightly against his chest as I moved, so there'd be more than just one circuit of pleasure.

Not only were my feet helping me with my rhythmic movements, my toes were also in the right place to push against the bed for leverage. This feeling was just too great and his grunts had expressed just that, just as I did with my breathy moans. The tingling sensations of his fingers on my waist and back could make me lose my mind. I was thinking about holding his hands as we made love but he had other ideas. He placed his hands on my hips and matched my pace so that I didn't have to be the one doing all the work. Then I was able to avoid tensing my lower body. I just loved that Tyrone was always thoughtful enough to think about my comfort when we were in the act. Nothing could ruin a steamy session like a pulled muscle could, but my husband was always considerate and he'd never let that happen.

As the clitoral contact was superb, I rocked back and forth faster and faster and naturally we got louder. And because he couldn't get too deeply in, that meant that he'd last longer. Not to mention that my entrance was the more sensitive part, so the stimulation was sufficient, to say the least. As he got slightly impatient, which I could tell since he had some control over the speed of my hips' movements, I knew it was time to pick up some more speed and a lot more pleasure. Whilst accelerating, I rested my chin on his clavicle and left heaps of kisses on his neck. This move had evidently earned me an extra tickle against the back of my canal. I arched my back and gasped in response to the unexpected yet welcomed bliss. I thought that was the peak already but I was so wrong — the same mind-blowing sensation had hit me several more times until the real climax stole the spotlight. I was so lost in the moment that I was clutching his shoulders. His groans of ecstasy must have been drowned out by my own moans of extreme pleasure. I must have exclaimed his name, but I couldn't even hear myself because for a prolonged moment it was like my whole body was on fire with bliss and I was heightening the friction by moving quicker than I ever thought I could.

Perceiving my high as a cue that he could have his too, he shifted my position a little so that he could do more thrusting and I allowed him to go deeper. I would never trade this feeling of having his shaft fully inside of me for anything in this world. And I would even dare say that he would never trade this feeling either because it was exactly what had brought him off-the-charts ecstasy. His eyebrows were furrowed and he threw his head back a little when he had his orgasm. His mouth was also slightly agape to allow his unbridled grunts to escape. I couldn't even begin to talk about how hot he looked when he came. That facial expression combined with his groans, especially when he called out my name — I could think of a million and one ways to make that happen.

I got off (pun intended) him and lied by his side to seek the cool contact of the bed sheets, propping myself up with an arm as we gazed at each other lovingly. I let my slightly messy hair fall naturally but he pushed some of it out of my face and reached for my hand. His warmth was something I could never say no to.

"Hopefully that would tempt you to get out of your office more often," he said mischievously.

"Or it might tempt you to visit me in my office more often," I winked suggestively.


(Palace of Calormen, Tashbaan)

~Chronicler's POV~

Not every married couple could be on such good terms though. Even though Claudius Tarkaan and Therese Tarkheena had a remote relationship, they still occasionally met up for sex, because why not.

Satisfied, they lied next to each other in bed. "I knew I married you for more than just status," said Claudius pompously. "You're truly skilled at this. No wonder the late Tisroc likes you so much."

"I am a woman of many wonders," said Therese breezily. "And that has earned me the liking of the late Tisroc. But not enough for him to love me."

Claudius snorted. "It's not like you gave him your love anyway," he said dismissively. "Have you ever really given someone your love?"

"Yes, naturally," Therese answered. "You say it like I'm incapable of being truly in love."

"You are capable of a lot of things, but feelings can still get in the way," Claudius shrugged. "Who is the love of your life then?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Come on, I'm just being curious. It's not like I'm going to be jealous."

Therese remained stoic. "Chelsea's father."

"I don't deserve to even know his name?"

"Not even my daughter knows his name," she replied.

"I take it he's not dead, then?" He asked.

"No. But he's a married man, and he's way below me on the social ladder, so he's as good as dead to me," she said harshly because it was easier to harden her heart. "What about you then?" She nudged him lightly. "Tell me about the love of your life."

"I love how you just assume there is someone I love," he rolled his eyes but not in annoyance.

"You don't plan and attempt to exact revenge on the rulers of Narnia, even going to such lengths, just because of ambition and greed. There's got to be something bigger than that. Something more meaningful. I figured it's for a loved one."

He sighed. "You're right. It's Carissa's mother."

"Oh. Your dead wife. Her name's Harriet, isn't it?"

He nodded. "She's dead because of Miraz the Usurper and also because of King Caspian IX. The two of them took what's most valuable from me, so I'm going to give them a taste of their own medicine. They can't give me my dead wife back, so they'll have to pay with their kingdom and their loved ones too."

"Does Carissa know about your motives then?"

"No," he answered. "I had to lie to her about how her mother died. She wouldn't have understood. She was so little at that time."

"But now she's an adult."

"And she's also on good terms with the rulers of Narnia," Claudius grumbled. "Fraternizing with the enemy. I'm not sure if I can trust her anymore."

"Isn't it burdensome? To live each day of your life with no one you can trust."

"Not really," Claudius said impassively. "It's not too bad. It's better than placing your trust in someone and then giving them the chance or the power to betray you," he added, perhaps wisely so. "You won't betray me, will you, wife?"

"Oh, I won't, husband," Therese smirked. "I won't."


A/n: Do you think Therese can be trusted? Do y'all wanna know more about Claudius' relationship with his late wife, and also about Chelsea's father? :D