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Dangerous Curosity	By : ChocoholicLynx Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 14662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not have ownership of the "Chronicles of Narnia" books which is owned by C S Lewis, or the screen based adaptations. I have not written this story for money but solely for entertainment and exploring certain ideas.

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- 1-Dangerous Curosity
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He caught her scent before he caught sight of her.
The eldest Daughter of Eve was just beyond the numerous frosted tree trunks and snow dusted thicket of vegetation, leaning against one of the grand fir trees pulling up her undergarment and straightening out her sensible but earth smudged skirt, seeming to have done relieving herself.
But that was not the case. The very distinctive scent of arousal was the traitor to give out her location, just a yard away from where he stood alerted inhaling the smell. Maugrim concluded that it was due to her stage of age where she has already begun to be set for mating, which only intrigued the captain of the Secret Police even more so by the becoming-of-age young woman.
The wolf only had limited basic information on the sexual rituals humans commit for reproduction, or for simple enjoyment to release their built up tension for their intimate urges. It goes to show that humans and Narian wolves are not all that completely the opposite when it comes to sex - particularly the joy you earn from it.
Even though this is a Daughter of Eve, Maugrim however is able to appreciate her obvious beauty. Her smooth, youthful pale features with a light spread of freckles across her chill climate caused rosy cheeks, aided with those plump, luscious human red lips of hers. How her slim petite figure is maturing. Her still developing, decent sized perky breasts and growing shapely hips are strangely appetizing to him.
Maugrim had formed an impossible wonder of interest of how it would be to lay with a human female. Ever since when he heard stories and saw illustrations for the very first time of them when he was in his hormone raging adolescent years, where he would take a fancy mating any living creature that catches his keen interest.
He had no shame in any actions he accomplished in the past to the present and had fantasies of yet accomplishing.
With a mischievous glint flickering within his sly golden eyes, his black lips curve into the trade-mark wicked smirk escaping a low menacing, spine shivering chuckle. The infamous wolf began to plot with absolute delight for the unaware condemned human girl.
'Oh yes,' The predator thought darkly with glee.
'A very excellent opportunity to finally explore...'
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She awoke from her slumber by the urgent persistent need for her ready-to-burst full bladder, the size of a soft ball, to empty out it contents.
Susan wasn't as purely desperate as before and was reassured by the magical night woke given by Mr and Mrs Beaver for her and the remaining two of her siblings, to help them sleep soundly from the unnerving winter chill. The discomfort of the earthy yet-to-finish borrow by Mr Beaver and possible other distractions from keeping them away from much needed rest for the big long journey tomorrow.
Apparently for her the magical drink has not have that strong enough effect on stubborn full bladders. Susan could not stand having to go at night, particularly when in a forest under the century lasting ending season in a strange non-logical land, where everything is not quite how it should be as it was back home in England.
Reluctantly the 14-year-old crawled out from the warmth of the hide-out into the frozen still, deathly silent wilderness immediately setting her off shivering in her big furry coat with the cold numbing her face and limps within seconds. The apparent responsible saviour for Narnia jogged softly as a cautious hind through the ankle deepness of the cursed freshly layered snow, frantically searching for a suitable place to complete the pestering task at hand as swift as possible. At last she spotted a large fir surrounded by many frosted red berry bushes, with a thick icing of the natural caused frozen droplets of rain.
“This would certainly do!” Susan finalised with expressed gratitude aloud. The second eldest took off her fur coat to set aside near the tree, squatting down behind the largest red berry bush, immediately set off to relieve herself. She also noticed that she was only at least fifteen feet away from the burrow, thank goodness she hasn't gone too far.
Under a minute she finished and cleaned herself as best as she could with a couple of long dead dried leaves, when the teen noticed the aching between her thighs began throbbing heatedly. This only started to happen a few times, - once back at Professor Kirke's home, where she had to “solve” the annoying but pleasant problem by the given instructions from her friends, who were already at that stage of growing up in the lavatory.
'Not now!' She mentally stated stubbornly. Ignoring the ache while hurriedly standing and leaning against the rough bark of the large fir tree, pulling up her pants and smoothing out her plaided skirt before retrieving her heavy fur coat eagerly. Rubbing her cold face into the soft silky fur collar whilst running her frost biting hands down the selves to generate some heat, the teen ended her ministrations instantly when her ear detected a light shuffle of disturbance in a bush that made her heart skip a beat.
This was only a few feet from her left. And that truly unnerved the intellectual girl to no end.
She froze on the spot. Scanning the white accented area of never ending trunks of firs and bushes with wild moving eyes, almost popping out of their sockets. Susan held her breath to listen out for any more tell-tale signs of another living being. Possibly watching her intently for her next move. Complete utter silence with the whispers of the wind only met the 14-year-old while she was paralysed with raw terror.
Susan exhaled slowly before taking in deep amounts of oxygen for her lungs. She braced herself with readiness, before sprinting straight for the burrow.
The second eldest Pevensie child only covered a few feet until the unidentified, powerful impact struck her down shocking her to escaping a startled, short lived cry. Hitting the thick layer of sparkling white.
Air was knocked out of her body. The knife edge of fear sizing her throat. Susan panicked further from the heavy, big lone figure hovering above her. The teenager's shoulders were pinned to the ground painfully by the dark creature's paws.
Only a few emitted sounds of terror were made before silenced by the dark, rumbling growl from the still unknown horrifying monster above her made the blood within her veins run ice cold.
Her eye lids clinched shut. Refusing to acknowledge the creature of what it is that would most likely slaughter her on the spot.
Hot tears were seeping and trailing down her numbed cheeks. Susan thought about her family. The two missions of saving her little brother and Narnia which she both failed by dying on the hands of this horrid beast, before completing either one of them.
She was doomed...
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The girl was silently crying. Breathing disorderly and shaking uncontrollably with the delicious aroma of raw fear she was giving so freely off to her wolfish keeper, taking in joy of seeing the second eldest tremble beneath him was only proving more rousing to him about the self-helped offering of the Daughter of Eve.
Her eyes were tightly sealed, which only slightly disappointed Maugrim unable to see the terror within her doe like orbs of cobalt blue. However, the wolf rationalised that he would take her to his private resting location without any further dwellings.
He breathed deeply in and out three times before he held in his fourth breath, mustering up a good portion of the given magic by the Queen, then exhaled a faint lilac mist of sweet calming tinted breath lengthy onto the eldest Daughter of Eve's face to place her under a spell-bound sleep. The adolescent yawned with fatigue before she took on a more peaceful appearance with rhythmical soft breathing, just a few moments later.
Convinced that she was deeply under the sleeping spell Maugrim manages to get the petite, light weight human onto his broad back. The wolfish fiend did so by kneeling down, grabbing hold of the thick sleeve of her mink coat with his strong, razor sharp canines. The pulling her gently but firmly on top of him before dashing off through the cold ridden, snowed in night.~
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