"Wow. This place is...really...nice?" The Island they were on now was currently dead. Nothing was ANYWHERE. It was so weird, but Ashlana wasn't one to mock a place her father created.

"I think the Lords stopped here after all!" Caspian said. He pointed to a crevice, with a rope going down it.

"What's down there?" Edmund asked.

"Let's find out." Ashlana grinned and jumped gown without the rope. She didn't need it.

"You better use that rope, Ed," She called up to him. She got a 'Yeah, Yeah' in reply.

She looked around, noticed a glint of gold, and walked over to a deep pool of water. She saw the shield next to a statue and realized he was one of the seven. She spotted the sword and was about to reach in and get it when a roar in her head spoiled her plan.

'No, my warrior. Danger. Don't touch it!'

'Alright, Father.'

Edmund stepped up next to her.

"The sword. Don't touch the water."

Edmund looked at her strange but pulled his sword out of it's sheath and tried to pull it out. He got it, and lifted it out carefully.

"Here," Caspian and Lucy had appeared. Caspian grabbed the sword.

"Poor fellow," Lucy mumbled. "Probably didn't know what hit him."

"Maybe." Edmund got a strange look in his eye, which Ashlana didn't like. "Or maybe he wwas on to something." He grabbed a shell and dipped it in the pool. It turned to gold instantly.

"W-what are you satring at?" Lucy asked, taking a step closer to Ashlana, who had gotten into that protective stance again.

"Lucy," His voice was different, tempted, Ashlana realized bitterly. "We could be so rich."

"You can't take anything out of Narnia, Edmund." Caspian told him.

"Says who?"

"My father," Ashlana said darkly.

Edmund's head whipped towards her.

"And who is He to say so? So far, he's been like you! USELESS!"

Lucy gasped. Caspian drew his blade.

"Wow, Edmund. Never thought you would be tempted to say something so spitefule. Especially to someone who loves you."

Those words snapped him out of that trance, and he threw the shell in the water, and turned back around only to see she was gone, Lucy and Caspian both staring at him like 'Nice dipshit.'

Ashlana ran until she couldn't anymore. And suddenly, she was grabbed, and lifted into the air. She twisted and saw a great dragon, holding her. But she wasn't scared. She had a feeling it wouldn't hurt her. It flew over a gorge, and she saw it; I AM EUSTACE in large, flaming letters. Her eyes widened and he looked down at her sadly.

He her in the valley with the treasure, with Caspian, and grabbed Edmund instead.

"Edmund!" Caspian tried to warn him, but Eustace already grabbed him.

Minuets later, they all stood on the beach. It was awkward though, because Edmunds hurtful words still hung in the air around the four royalties. He tried to apologize many times, but she just wouldn't listen. Eventualy he gave up. She'd come to him. And so she did. It was late, everyone was asleep, and Edmund had moved far from the other's sight, but made sure Ashlana saw where he went.

She walked over there and plopped right down between his hips.

He woke up and reaced to get his sword but she pinned him down by the wrists.

"Ash?" Her eyes were dark. She leaned dowm and Kissed him, hard on the lips. It was so unexpected, he didn't kiss back until her lips had left his and were tugging on the tip of his ear.

"Why?" She growled. She was going to get some answeres. It helped that she'd gone into heat recently. She was glad she's brouth the collar. "Why do you think I'm useless?"

He was right when he thought of how he's feel if she'd ever growl in his ear. It sen shivers down his spine and a jolt of pleasure to another part of his anatomy.

"I-I didn't mean it, Ash, I swear."

Her face was in front of his again, noses touching.

"Why say it, if you didn't mean it?" She took his bottom lip between her teeth, and bit enough to draw blood.

"The pond. The mist. It was tempting me."

Ashlana kissed down his chin, down to his Adam's Apple and closed her lips over it. Edmund swallowed hard, now glad he'd chosen to sleep so far away.

"Is it what you wanted? The riches?" She nipped his neck.

"I thought I did."

"But did you?" She again lifted her head to look at him.

"No, Love," He sighed when she applied some pressure to his hips, connecting their centers for a moment, a reward for adressing her as such. Her hand slid up his shirt, and he gasped. She was cold. It felt good.

"What did you want?" She scratched his stomach with her bitten down nails. He gasped again.

"I-I'm not sure." Her hand froze. "Not sure I should say it. I'll be uncomfortable." She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled back sharply. He moaned quietly.

"Say it."

"I shouldn't." She pulled again.

"You really should. I don't want to rip this beautiful head of hair off."

"I want you, Ash. I realized after I said it that I want you."

"Me?" She smirked and soothed his now tingling scalp with gentle strokes. He sighed when she yanked his shirt over his head.

"God, yes, you."

"Hmmm." She stood and crossed her arms, making Edmund look at her helplessly. "Do you love me?"

"Christ, yes." He nodded just to be sure she understood.

"How much?" She placed her hands at the bottom of her sailor shirt.

"So very, very fucking much, Ashlana." She grinned down at him and pulled her shirt off, taking the collar out of her pocket. She straddled him again, and placed the collar on his stomach.

"Good, then you will have no problem proving it. Mark me as yours."

"What?"

"Bite me, hard, and put that collar necklace on me." She explained. He gulped, and pulled her down, chest to chest. They both gasped at the contact. Edmund rolled them over, and let the lust take over for only a moment.

He kissed her lips, deeply, passionately.

"I love you," He murmered against her lips. "I truly am sorry."

"Bite me," She threw her head back as he trust his hips into hers.

"In a moment, Love. Let me apologize first." He moved his lips to her stomach, just above the begining of her pant line. He traced that line carefully with his tounge, before trailing it upwards, his hands traveling down. They slipped past her pantline and stopped, just there.

"Edmund," she sighed. "Do something, or bite me."

"Patience is a virtue." But he still obliged her. His fingers went to her most sacred place, finding her hot and moist. He pressed hard on her clit, slipping a finger, then two, into her. He watched her face, the way it contorted in pleasure from just his touch. She began panting as he began to set a slow pace with his fingers. He kept the pressure on her clit, feeling her heartbeat through it.

"Faster," She whined quietly. "Please, My King." She gasped as he suddenly pitched foreward and bit her on the neck, moving his fingers faster and pressing her clit harder still.

"Again," He groaned. "Call me that again."

"M-my King." She whispered. She began thrusting into his hand, moving her knee between his legs in time to his fingers. He moaned. "I can bring you to orgasm as well. Bite me again, My King. Harder still."

He did, hard enough, he left a bruise. He grabbed her knee and held it still, grinding in it hard. He came hard into his pants. He did soon after, giggling madly, her heat sated some what.

"We've made a mess of you, it seems. Put the collar on, and then I'm yours," She kissed him again. He pulled back, and took the black collar, which he realized must have been what Coriakin gave her. He clipped it in place, and the clasp seemed to melt away. "Now only you can take it off. I can now travel from Narnia to your world, and back again, but it can only be I as Narnia shall always need me. But...I am yours. eternally. I shall age until you stop aging, as you will age until I stop."

"I love you." Edmund pulled his shirt over his head. "I love you more in my clothes."

"As I love you," She smiled. "We should sleep now, Edmund."

He nodded, throwing his arm around her waist and holding her to him, happily drifting off.