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Edmund and the White Witch	By : cosid13 Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 30654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Please," Edmund begged, but she only laughed mockingly as she pinned him to the bed with her cold limbs. He ached to bury his cock inside her slick coolness, to spend the uncomfortable heat inside her loins.
But she only laughed and pinned him to the bed, grasping his wrists with slender hands that belied her strength. Stretched out naked on the great bed - their bed -, Edmund moaned again as the silken skin of her cool thighs rubbed against his length, rubbing against the engorged pink head.
It looked positively obscene, laying against the paper-whiteness of the White Witch, Queen of Narnia. But the queen, her high breasts heaving, only wetted her shockingly red lips, that gleamed obscenely on her pale face. She eyed her consort with lust, her pale pink nipples, almost blue, hardened to rough nubbins that Edmund longed to take into his mouth.
She would moan when he sucked at her teats, sitting on her knees like a babe as she fed him. Then he would delve into her cool slickness, thrusting into his loins to her echoing cries until his own joined them, her loins like a tight satin vise around his cock.
Jadis bent over, suspending her luscious twin orbs tantalisingly before his eyes as she rocked her hips in mockery, rubbing her weeping loins against his length. He begged again, but tonight she was merciless.
She was like that, at times obeisant to the point of subserviency, on her hands and knees to pleasure her paramour with her red mouth, or to give him the pleasure of mounting the noblest creature in Narnia from behind. Then at times she could be dominant and masterful, holding both their desires at bay throughout the night until it became a painful ache.
Turning his head to distract himself, he glanced at the statue that stood against the far wall, by far her - and his, when he admitted to himself - favorite. She took pleasure in returning them to the flesh from time to time, to change their positions when the current pose grew stale, though sometimes months and sometimes a year or more passing between each pose.
She'd recently changed it, catching the vibrant sexuality in a stroke of mastery. Peter had his head thrown back, the high king's mouth open in a soundless cry as his hips thrust forward, burying his marble cock deep inside Susan's marble flesh. Haughty and proper Queen Susan, on her hands and knees before her brother, had her face buried between Lucy's legs, sprawled out to the either side of her head. Lucy was caught in the middle of opening her mouth in a delicious 'O', hands mauling her own budding breasts, as she succumbed to the pleasures of her sister's tongue.
Edmund marveled at the perversion the White Witch had wrought in the space of just a few years - a perversion he himself had helped to bring about, as he remembered. He shivered with lust at the memory, of taking the White Witch on her hands and knees before an audience of his astonished siblings, caught behind bars. Then the triumphant feeling when he felt his sisters' inner walls shudder and clamp around his width, of Susan's proud face turning to mindless ecstasy, and the sweet tears Lucy had shed as he pierced her again and again, even as Jadis rode Peter, grunting and moaning, beside them.
"They arouse you, don't they?"
The queen's smoky voice whispered into his ear, her fleshy firmness pressing against his chest. Edmund groaned in response, feeling even more blood rush to his engorged cock. She noticed it too, for at last she raised herself above the nodding rod, then slipped it into her slick loins with ease.
They both let out a shuddering moan, hips bucking as they jammed against each other, trying to thrust that firm length deeper inside her cold, lifeless womb. Edmund moaned as he felt her cold inner walls flex against him, trying to squeeze out the hot seed.
The queen released his wrists to cup his aching sack with one hand, rolling his balls in her palm as she rode him with grunting moans. Edmund rolled his hips in response, even as he stretched his arms forth to maul those gorgeous breasts, heavy yet firm in his palms as he crushed and twisted them like the snow that covered the land outside.
They moved against each other wildly, drawing animal grunts and moans as they strained their bodies against each other - queen and consort, witch and paramour, lady and mount. She rode him in majestic voluptuousness, her stern face trembling only slightly from the pleasures emanating from her loins as Edmund pounded up into her.
Then suddenly she was there, arching in ecstasy, the sleek muscles of her thighs bunching and flexing as she reared up, increasing her already impressive height as her back arched in a fluid curve, her magnificent breasts jutting out into the empty air as her eyes lost focus for just the shortest amount of time.
Her scarlet lips opened, but so sound escape from her ivory throat. But below her, Edmund also arched into her, groaning at the impossible tightenning all along his length, coming in undulating waves. With a strangled cry he shot forth, flooding her slick loins with rope after rope of hot seed, gently coaxed from his bursting balls by unconscious milking of her hand.
With a final sigh, the White Witch collapsed against her paramour. There was a slightest hint of a flush of her snow-white cheeks, but only a hint, which did nothing to cover the cruelty of her eyes when they glanced up into the face of her consort.
He sighed and sank into the bed, completely spent. The queen, also satisfied for the while, slipped beside him, her paleness gleaming against his slightly richer skin.
The centuries old lovers curled against each other, falling into dark dreamlessness, where the queen dreamed of new people to conquer and add to her collection, and the consort though of plundering the bodies of his siblings once more. Though there was hardly anything more to take, and even the seas were frozen in awe of the White Witch's might.
It was well nigh five hundred years, since Edmund betrayed his brother and sisters.

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