A/N: Hullo, wonderfullies! I have nothing to proclaim, other than a warning – rating this chapter M for obvious reasons x Other than that, read on!
Soundtracks:
Get Lucky – Daughter (cover)
Passengers – Thomas Newman
Enjoy!
His mind was weary, restless. Never finding peace.
The Sea-Faring King slept, but not deep enough to keep his vivid thoughts asleep along with his body. These last nights had been difficult for him – what would come of his Kingdom? What horror would sweep over the country and over his people now that the Kings and Queens of Old had returned? It had been weeks, and yet there were no signs from scouting parties or no concerning words from ambassadors from the neighbouring countries. Had their return been a blessing after all? Were the very people he considered his family returned to him in mere good fortune? He certainly hoped so.
These questions pestered the King's mind as he slept quietly on his back against the furs on his bed. During these summer months the night's tropical conditions rendered the King sleeping in little clothing as possible, with the bed pushed against the open windows.
The moonlight shone through the open windows of his chamber, and crickets sang in the distance. A slight wind had the leaves rustling gently in the night and should be the only sound audible at this hour. The whole castle (apart from guards and the watchmen) would be asleep, had it not been for the petite figure stepping stealthily across the tiles on bare feet in Caspian's chamber.
Said person woke up, slightly startled, as he felt a weight join him in his bed.
Caspian attempted to sit up and grab the nearest dagger in his nightstand but was swiftly pushed back down with a hand at his shoulders as the person straddled him across his lower waist. Looking up, he recognized the intruder in the night; Susan.
"Susan… What-" Caspian began with a husky voice, but the Gentle Queen held up a finger against her lush lips to silence him. He obeyed, even though he would like to know how in the world she got past the men guarding his chamber, for that was an impressive feat indeed.
Eyeing her curiously, other… Feelings woke as well as he had a better view of her in the moonlight.
Her raven locks hang loose in gentle waves at the sides of her face, and looked so illuminating as the black reflected the silver. Caspian had sometimes difficulty reading her expressions as she excelled in the ability to cover thoughts and feelings as they crossed her face, no matter if they were of concern or sadness. But the expression on her pretty face right now revealed hunger. Lust. Desire. With her eyes lidded gently, she looked down at him with a small smirk across her pretty face and shifted in her place across his lap. Instinctively, his hand grasped her thigh, and it was as he touched her nude, warm skin, he realised what she was wearing;
A sheer nightgown, and nothing else. The white gown fell temptingly down her shoulders, revealing her milky skin that he so longingly wanted to touch and taste.
Swallowing hard, Caspian opened his mouth to speak again as he was enthralled in the vision before him but was soon cut off as she shook lightly on her head and shot him a smile that did things. To him. Aslan have mercy on his soul.
"Don't talk. Just feel." Susan spoke in the most seductive voice he had ever heard escape from her lush, plump lips as she leant forward.
Knowing her motive, and knowing this was very, very wrong, Caspian found that he didn't have it in him to end this. He couldn't refuse her this, and more so, he certainly couldn't deny himself this. Her fingers grasped the sides of his neck as her lips slammed down to meet his, and his grip on her thigh tightened.
The kiss began as a hungry, ferocious, and needy dance between the High King and Queen, yet the rhythm was steady; right, as a beating drum. Caspian's hands travelled up her thighs, her sides, along her waist, and up her ribs as she allowed his every touch and exploration of her curves. Her own hands ran down his firm pectorals and the refined pattern on his stomach. Occasionally, her fingernails ghosted across his upper arms, and she revelled in the feeling of how his muscles flexed under her touch. He was feverish to the touch, and he smelled divine; like the best cologne that had ever infiltrated her senses. The whole man underneath her was an overwhelming specimen of perfection in her eyes, and as he petted her, she craved more.
Their tongues wrestled for dominance, and as Susan straddled him, her pelvis grinded against Caspian's already hard member. He wanted her so badly, and her torture made him impatient.
Sitting up, Caspian grabbed Susan's hip with one hand, and as he pushed her further against him, his other hand entwined into her thick locks and pulled her head backwards so he could feast at the milky flesh at her neck. Suckling and nibbling at her neck, Susan let out a tender moan at the sensation of his attacking lips. Her hands found their way into Caspian's thick hair, pulling him even closer as her jaw rested against his ear.
"Caspian…" she moaned, her voice a mere whisper. Kissing down the column of her neck to her shoulder, Caspian pushed the gown even further down her arm, his touch ghosting down along her slender arm and wrist before he removed the offending clothing from her other arm.
"Caspian, please…" Susan pleaded as he undressed her with such love and tenderness. She felt drunk. Her head was spinning, and she had no control over her actions; she simply acted.
Caspian had the same feeling of being intoxicated by her. Her very being, her smell, her silky skin, her beauty, all of it made him overwhelmed, along with him being achingly hard.
Her calling out for him sobered him enough to growl against her jaw in response.
Morals be damned, he thought, and with that, lay a hand on the dip of her lower back and placed her down on the bed, his lips never leaving hers.
Susan's hands ran up and down the planes of his back as she wrapped her legs around his now nude waist. Her strong legs pushed him against her pelvis, and the feeling of his hard member brush against her thigh put her in euphoria. She needed this man like nothing else.
"My Queen…" Caspian growled against her lips as he nibbled on her lower lip.
Her fingertips brushed against his beard whilst the other raked along his neck. Breathing against his lips, she opened her eyes to glance at him through heavy lashes.
Her silvery eyes captured his as he steadied himself on shaking arms.
"Shh…Make me yours…" she demanded in a whisper, and it spurred him on enough to run a shiver down his spine.
Working his hot lips on the angle between her shoulder and neck, he slid home into the feverish slickness that was heaven as Susan's delighted moan rasped in his ear.
. . .
Caspian's eyes snapped open as he startled awake in bed. His heart raced as a sheen layer of sweat covered his body, and the trousers he wore to bed felt too tight for comfort as he had hardened.
Groaning, he sat up and rubbed his face.
As if being in close proximity of her every day and aching after her wasn't enough, she haunted him in his dreams as well. The Archer-Queen would be the definite death of him.
Getting up from bed, he stood by the windows, leant over the sill and looked out into the night and above the many trees. The breeze felt nice against his slick skin.
Sighing heavily, he rested his head in his hand as he kept staring outwards the land.
But, as his sight got familiar with the darkness, a hooded figure between two oaks below at the hill of trees by the gardens caught his attention.
He straightened up to get a closer look, but found that the hooded figure had harshly turned his horse around and galloped into the darkness.
Someone had been watching him. Or rather, the castle.
But who? And why?
Caspian had a feeling many of their unresolved questions would soon be answered.
A/N: There you go, a taste of what is to come, which I promise you, will be worth the wait.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, despite being shamefully short!
Until we meet again,
Dragon
