Lucy Learns

High King Peter the Magnificent sat at his desk in the castle of Cair Paravel. He scratched his head and tried to put down on paper the terms needed to resolve a dispute going on between two farmers on the Narnian/Archenland border.
The door opened knocked across from him, it was Queen Susan.
Susan: May I come in my king.
Peter: Yes
He glanced up, swept her with his gaze, and then dropped it to the floor, so that she wouldn't see him looking. He loved her, loved her more then anything.
Shortly after their coronation, on a rainy night, She had come to his room, and asked him a question. He had talked with her for a while, and then... then they shared a bond that they both had felt for a long time. They had had sex, lovely sex, and expressed their love in many ways. Following that, they had both felt guilty, until the Great Lion had spoken to them, telling them that neither he nor any Narnian would look down on them for it, nor would they despise them if Edmund or Lucy participated. Right after hearing that Peter asked the Great Lion if he could marry Susan, the Lion said yes. Peter then married his sister on that very day. Since then they had a brother/sister and a husband/ wife relationship with each other.

As Susan thought it was their way of saying how much they loved each other Peter had passed some new laws that Susan had to follow after their marriage. 1st she was always to call him king or master infront of others or when starting a conversation. 2nd she could never wear bra or panty's when near him unless he tells her to. 3rd she was always to greet him with a kiss on his lips before a saying a word. 4th she was to expose her breasts to him before speaking to him if they are alone or in public if he asks so.
It wasn't until Edmund's 15thbirthday that they had told him of their sexual relationship, although he had known for some time. They invited him to join them, and that night he had also joined them in their love-making. Still, that was one of the few times that he had been with them, preferring instead to bed one of the many ladies that came seeking marriage, or even, it was rumored, some of the female fauns.
Peter returned his attention to the paper. Susan then undid the strings of her top and lowered it down, so her breast could be fully exposed to her brother.
She came around the desk and put her hands on his shoulders. She began rubbing and he sighed. He tipped his head back and looked into her face. "You do that well"
She kissed him. "I Know." He sat forward again, and enjoyed the pressure she was giving his sore muscles. After a few minutes, he stood, put his hands on her breasts and started fondling with them, then pulled her in for a deeper kiss. Their tounges met briefly, then separated. He put his hand on her ass and started pinching it.
She took a step back. "Peter, I want to talk to you."
He sat again. "Yes?" He was slightly dissappointed, but didn't push anything.
"It's about Lucy." She stated.
He sat upright. "Is she ok?" He asked, worried.
Susan chuckled, "She's fine...it's about...you know...she is 14. And I think it is time she learned about sex."
Peter thought about that, "Well, I guess it is about the right time to teach her. But if you are asking me how to begin, I have no idea."
Susan shook her head. "No, I didn't want any ideas, I already have one. I have heard some slight moans coming from her room...she may be trying to pleasure herself, which could give me a way to bring it up."
Peter nodded, "Right-O... I guess you can handle it then."
Susan shook her head again, "Noཀ I want to show her everything... and let her feel it too."
"You mean..." he guestured towards his crotch. She nodded. "Once I have begun, I'll let you know. We will both teach her."
He stood up and stretched. "Do you want to start now?"
"Oh no, eager beaver... I'll tell you when I'm ready." She put her hand on his crotch and fondled him as she pushed him back into his seat, "You just go about your kingly duties; you'll get plenty when the time comes."
With that, she gave him a deep french kiss on the lips and walked to the door, did the strings of her top and out.

Lucy quietly sat on the edge of her bed. She was breathing hard, some from excitement, and some from a slight anticipation of danger. She was a little afraid what would happen if someone found her. Of course, no risk, no reward; she thought.
Taking another glance in the direction of the door, she sat back a little further, and pulled her legs and feet up onto the bed. I hope I do it right this time, she thought to herself.
Reaching over, she grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it up past her hips, until all of her legs, and her trimmed vagina were visible. She stared at the soft flesh for a moment, before gingerly touching it.
When she did, she sighed. It felt good. She had been out all day riding, visiting some towns, and the saddle rubbing against her there had felt really good. She had felt hot and rather excited all day. Now that she was here, on her bed, trying like she did every night to do... something... she didn't know what to do.
It had started about a week ago, when she had overheard two maids talking the kitchen. She didn't quite understand it all, but knew they were talking about a lady's intimate areas. That night she had touched herself there for the first time... other than to wash.
She had learned that she could get a very good feeling by rubbing herself...and that there was an especially tender, and slightly harder spot near the front. She tried to stay away from that, in case she would hurt herself.
Her problem was that now she didn't know what to do...she never got past a 'good' feeling. It was too much like teasing. Like knowing someone has a present for you that they won't give you yet... and she wanted to open this one badly.
If I don't do something, I'll never get anywhere, she thought to herself.
She began rubbing herself, gingerly at first, then a little harder. She ran her fingers up and down her folds, always coming short of the hard nub. She shook a little, and a small tremor shook her, but didn't last longer than a second.
Frustrated, she rubbed harder, sticking one finger in the center of the folds. As she hit the bottom of her pussy lips, her finger suddenly slipped inside her. There was a flash of pain, and she jerked her finger back. "Ow!" she cried. Then hushed herself. She spread her lips, and examined them. No blood, no marks...nothing.
There was a sound from the door, and she gasped. She flung her skirts down, and flopped back on the bed, pretending to sleep. After a minute, and no more sounds came, she sat up, got out of bed, and went to the door.
She noticed it was open a slight bit, and peered out into the hall, no one was there. "Gosh..." she muttered to herself, "I hope no one..."
She quickly went to her wardrobe, pulled out a nightgown, and slipped it on. After she was dressed, she got in bed, and blew out her candle.
* * *
Susan tiptoed down the hall, away from Lucy's room. Inwardly she was bubbling with excitement. Outwardly, a part of her was getting very damp. She groaned a little, and then quickened her pace, intentionally rubbing her hips together as she went.
She soon arrived at Peter's door and knocked softly. There was a soft call from inside, and she turned the handle, and pushed. It glided open silently to reveal the well-furnished bedroom of High King Peter. His bed was covered with a red comforter, and the (almost) spotless white sheets gleamed in the light from a single candle.
Peter sat in bed, reading. "Susan?" he asked.
She walked to towards him while undoing the straps of her top, to expose her breasts. When she gets next to him, she then gives him a deep french kiss. And then when she is done she starts talking "She's doing it. I know for sure, and I can ask talk to her now."
He nodded, smiling. "You look very excited," he noted.
She rolled her eyes, "Am I ever! I watched her doing it… I'm so turned on right now!" She took his hand from his book, and put it on the sheer fabric of her nightgown. He ran his fingers up underneath, to her uncovered pussy. She was nearly dripping and his fingers came away sticky. He held them to her lips and she licked them. "Mmm… tastes good," she said before sucking them clean.
He nodded, and leaned back. "Want to...?"
He didn't even get to finish his question. She moved to straddle his legs, sitting just below his knees, and pulled down the covers. Her nightgown rode up as she pulled them down, then past herself so that she was sitting on his bare legs.
He looked her in the eyes, and she winked. Then she grabbed a hold of the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down until his cock popped out. It sprang out, not fully erect, but well on its way. She pushed the shorts down his legs, then took the cock in her hands and began massaging it up and down, first slow, then fast, then slow again, teasing him.
He smiled at her, and laid his head back. Soon, she also applied her tongue to the stimulation, beginning at the base, and running it up the vein on the bottom of his dick. Finally she reached the top, and popped her head over the head. He groaned, and bucked his hips slightly. She sucked and rubbed, then stopped. He looked at her, wondering what she was doing, then she bobbed her head down, swallowing him to the hilt, and then pulled up, following with her hand.
An animal sort of sound escaped his lips from the sheer pleasure. She smiled and then, keeping her mouth on his cock, rotated her body around until her pussy was directly in front of his face, nearly touching his nose. He reached his head up, and put his tongue to the lower lips, and stroked them once. She shuddered on his cock.
He licked his lips; she tasted of strawberries, her favorite food, and wondered if she didn't put strawberry juice down there to flavor herself.
Noticing she had stopped sucking, he quickly put his tongue back on her, and licked her from bottom to top, stopping before her clit, which was hard and poking just slightly out of its hood. She also began sucking again.
After two or three minutes, she pulled up. "Enough!" she gasped, "I want you!"
He smiled, and sat up as she turned herself again. She positioned herself next to him, and raised her knees, spreading her legs. He rolled on top of her, and supported himself with his hands. He smiled mischievously, holding his cock above her pussy, which was gleaming in the light, and dripping on the sheet.
It was his turn to tease her. "How badly do you want it?" he asked.
She moaned, "Don't do this...just put it in me!"
He pretended to think about it. "Well..."
"Please my king? Brother?" She begged.
He smiled, and dropped his cock, sliding it in and to the back of her cervix in one movement. She nearly screamed from the pleasure and heat radiating from her center. She clawed at his back as she writhed under him. He smiled, knowing that she was orgasming.
When she finally stopped jerking around, he slowly began pumping, listening and loving the slopping sounds that his movements made. He slid in a rhythm and she bucked her hips in time. They moved together like two dancers intertwined.
Finally, he gasped, "I'm going... cum with me!"
She nodded, and clenched her muscles. He groaned loudly, and clamped his mouth to hers as his cock throbbed inside her. She screamed into his mouth, and thrashed again. After holding that position, they both slumped into each other and rolled until they were lying in bed, side by side.
"That..." she gasped, "Was..."
"The best" he finished, "I can't wait to do this again...and with Lucy"
She nodded, and laid her head on his arm, tucking it to his chest. He turned and blew out the candle, then hugged her, "I love you, sis."
She smiled. "I love you too brother."
As darkness closed around them, their juices flowed out, testifying to their love.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny, but the sleeping King and Queen didn't. The sun was shining well on towards 1 o'clock through the multi-colored windows in Peter's bedroom before it fell directly on the two half naked forms in the bed.
Susan sat up and rubbed her eyes. She blinked a few times, and glanced over at Peter, still sleeping on the other side of the bed, his cock hanging limply on his stomach.
She stretched, and cracked her nuckles, before she noticed a dry feeling, and poked a finger at her pussy lips. They were covered in dry juices. She ran her finger through her folds, and it came up still slightly wet, so she licked it. Then, sighing, and thinking that she would have to take a bath. She then  leaned over, kissed Peter's cock, then his lips, as it was another rule he had put on her.
He stirred, and sat up himself. "Good morning," he said in a tired voice.
"Good afternoon..." she replied. "It's at least 12... which is good... today I start to teach Lucy."
"Ah..." He sighed. "Yeah... but first, I think we both need a bath. And then I have to finish that report to Archenland, and make a few changes to the guards. And.." he added, "It's so late I have to rush..."
She nodded, gently hugged him, and then swung her legs out of his bed, putting them on the cool floor. She took a step, then looked down at her legs, where a clear liquid had begun to drip from her pussy. "Hmmm looks like some of last night stayed with me.
He grinned and also got up, finding his shorts and putting them on. Then he pulled a bell string for servants, and nodded to Susan. "You'd better get cleaned up."

Lucy closed the door of her room behind her, making sure that it was indeed closed. She wasn't going to have any inturruptions like last night, and she wanted to have plenty of time. It was about 8 o'clock, so she figured that she should have hours in which to experiment.
She tiptoed to the bed, flopped onto it, and leaned back, knees up again. She brought her skirt up, and almost to her hips, when she saw movement to her left, and a female voice said, "Why don't you take it off?"
She nearly jumped out of her skin. She did shriek. He dress was back down and she was sitting up in a flash. Her head whipped to the side, to see Susan standing in the shadows near her dresser. "What's the matter?" Susan asked innocently.
Lucy gulped several times, "Um...you just scared me...that's all, I didn't see you there." She lowered her head.
Susan nodded, "Sorry...but I knew you would lock it tonight," She gestured to the door, "so I had to come in and hide." She smiled at her little sister, and sat on the end of the bed. Lucy hugged her knees to her chest, and looked at her with questioning eyes.
Susan looked back at her with her blue ones, "Lucy..." She put her hand on Lucy's knee, "I know what you've been trying to do... and it's ok."
Lucy looked up. "Really? I mean... your... it's not wrong?" She asked.
Susan shook her head, "It's all part of a wonderful thing." She explained. "And...I'd like to help you learn."
Lucy looked at her for a minute, and took in what her sister had said. She realized that Susan probably knew a whole lot more about this sort of thing, like what hurt, and what didn't...and how to do it right. "Uh... ok." She finally said, timidly. "Should I ask questions? Or do you just want to start teaching?"
Susan smiled, "That's my girl... Well, for starters, unless you are doing this quick... like you just have to do it, but you have to hide and do it quickly; you want to be naked, so take off that dress." Susan followed her own advice, and stood. She reached back and undid the laces at the back. Before she finished, she looked and saw Lucy staring.
"What? Come on," she invited. Then she finished undoing the laces, and her blue dress fell to the floor. Lucy gasped as she saw her older sister naked, for the first time since she was little. Susan's tits, perky and round pointed out at her, and her curves only got better as they went down. Her hips rounded perfectly, and in the triangle between, sat a cute patch of pubic hair, more neat then her own, and trimed in the shape of an arrow.
Lucy gulped and stood herself. She couldn't get her fingers to work correctly, and fumbled with the dress clasps. She had never been naked in front of anyone before, not even Susan. Susan moved over and with her gentle fingers, worked on the knots. The dress soon became loose around Lucy's shoulders, but Lucy clutched to it and didn't let it fall.
"I'm nervous, Susan." She said.
"Don't be... look at me... I'm already naked, it's no big deal." She responded.
Lucy swallowed and let it fall. Her slightly more tan skin shone in the lights around the room and she was sweating from nervousness. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Susan's but stuck out a little straighter. She was well rounded, her hips a perfect match to her tits. Her pubic hair was trimmed simply, in a triangle, and a little longer then Susan's.
Susan looked her over. "See... not so hard."
Lucy didn't respond, but her face was red, and she stood staring at her body. Susan took her arm, and sat her back on the bed. "First of all, lets start with what you were trying to do..." she said. She pushed Lucy back on the bed, and told her to spread her legs. Lucy was biting her lips as Susan took a closer look at her. "You have a nice pussy Lucy."
Lucy nodded, but didn't answer. Susan moved up, between her legs, "I'll show you how to do it... In fact, I'll do it to you, then you can do it to me..."
Susan placed a hand on Lucy's pussy, very gently so as not to startle her, and Lucy gasped. "I've never been touched down there before…"
Susan smiled, "You always start by rubbing... to get your juices flowing. When you get excited, or aroused, you'll notice that you will get really wet down here. Some girls get wetter than others. Anyway, you rub to get yourself wet, if you aren't already." She began to softly rub the area, from top to bottom, and side to side.
Lucy opened her mouth to say something, but then sighed as Susan's hand started to make her pussy get warmer. She began getting sensations of pleasure, running through her body and making her shiver. Susan put a finger in between her lips and stroked up, ending up just below the nub at the top of her pussy, Then she stroked over it slowly and deliberately. Lucy shuddered, and her arms were suddenly weak. She collapsed backwards, breathing hard.
Susan stopped for a minute, then began again. Lucy sat up shakily, "What..." She choked out. "Was that?"
Susan nodded, "Did you like it?"
Her sister nodded quickly, "I've never felt anything like it!"
Susan answered her question. "That was an orgasm... your first, but that was only a small one... wait until later when you'll get a big one." She watched as Lucy's eyes got wide, clearly not able to anticipate what that would feel like.
Susan now rubbed a little faster. "Lucy, give me your hand." Lucy held it out, Susan took it and said "You're getting wet, here" She touched Lucy's fingers to her pussy, and they came away quite wet. "Lick them... taste yourself." She said.
Lucy looked hesitant, but gingerly stuck out her tongue and licked the tips of her fingers clean. After one lick, she licked again. "It's not bad."
Susan nodded, "Good... if you want, later I can teach you how to flavor it." She winked, "Now for the next step."
Lucy was puzzled. "But isn't that all there is..." she began to ask. Susan put one finger on her vagina and pushed. The finger slipped inside of Lucy, sending out all new sensations. Lucy moaned. "Ooohhh… what did you do?"
"You didn't think this hole was useless did you?" Susan asked. "Remember, when you do this, always to use one finger at first... then move on to more." She added another.
Lucy gasped, and her legs shook, "Susannnnn" she moaned out.
Susan laughed a little, and stuck one finger in as far as it would go, she felt a sudden resistance, and stopped. She gave a nod, then pulled out and added three fingers back in. Lucy was breathing hard, her pussy was dripping, and she was sweating. Susan pumped her virgin pussy a little harder, then stopped.
Lucy sighed, and looked at her, "What?"
Susan grinned and lowered her head closer to her young sister's vagina.

She took in a deep breath, stuck out her tongue, and buried it in the folds of Lucy's cunt. Gently, holding her fingers still, she ran her tongue up her lips, until she reached her clit, then back down. As she went up the second time, she began pumping in and out a little, and when she reached the top, she grabbed a hold of Lucy's clit with her mouth, and sucked in sharply, while running her tongue over it.
Lucy gasped and her breathing increased dramatically. Her pussy throbbed for a second, and her hips bucked against Susan's mouth. Susan increased her sucking, and spread her fingers out inside Lucy, rubbing the walls with them. Lucy uttered a choked scream as her body shuddered violently and her legs shot out to rest on Susan's shoulders.
Susan laughed merrily, "I take it you are having fun..." she teased.
Lucy could do nothing but nod and gasp for breath. Susan waited for just a moment, then put her three fingers back inside her sister's dripping cunt, and returning her head to her ministrations. As she re-applied her mouth to Lucy's pussy, the new wave of juices reached the opening, and Susan's mouth was greeted by the sweet-tangy flavour of a virgin pussy.
Knowing that Lucy was enjoying it was driving her crazy. Her pussy was literally dripping on the floor, creating a sticky puddle between her legs. Her unoccupied hand moved down to her own womanhood, and stroked her folds. She brushed her cunt, and shuddered, vibrating her tongue on Lucy's clit. She rapidly moved her hand over her own pussy, and then stuck a finger inside herself, feeling the soft moistness.
After a moment of rubbing, she removed her hand, put it to her mouth, and licked herself clean. Today she tasted of strawberries, although more like woman then at other times, because she had intentionally put on less flavor. After cleaning her fingers, she removed her other hand from Lucy's pussy.
Susan looked up the bed, over Lucy's young body. Lucy was breathing heavily, her hands were roaming over her small, budding breasts, and her nipples were sticking out, clearly sensitive.
Her hands returned to Lucy's body, but not to her pussy immediately. She started at her legs, rubbing slowly up them, towards her pussy, but not getting there. Then she rubbed over Lucy's hips, and under her, to her ass. After kneading her ass for a moment, she continued her slow work up her body, over her stomach and sides, until she reached her little sister's tits. She gently pushed Lucy's hands out of the way, and began masaging them with her own. Her mouth found it's way to her left tit, and sucked onto it like a baby. Lucy shuddered again.
Susan smiled at this, and knew that Lucy was gradually losing all sense in the waves of pleasure that were wracking her body. Susan moved slowly back down her body, and this time, put her tongue directly on Lucy's vagina, and into her. Her tongue roamed inside her, sucking the juices out, and licking all of the sensitive walls around the opening. Her hands were not idle either, one masaging Lucy's outer folds, the other busy on herself again.
Susan got a sudden idea. She took her hand from herself, and put it under her head, down towards Lucy's butthole. Lucy was laying still now, her muscles twitching occasionally. Susan looked up at Lucy, "How are you sis?"
Lucy looked back at her, "Susan...it's so.....wonderful" she said between gasps, "Please let me have another orgasm...please help me."
Susan just smiled and looked down and put her tongue to work again. Her hand under Lucy's ass moved up her crack, towards her asshole and stopped when she felt her finger brush it. She pulled her hand back, stuck it to her pussy and got it wet. Then she returned it. The slimey pussy juices lubricated Lucy's ass, and Susan's finger pushed slowly inside.
Lucy jumped, "OW!" she said and struggled to back up, looking at Susan.
"Settle down, lay back...you'll enjoy it in a moment." Susan said.
She began, very slowly, to penetrate her ass with her finger. It was slow going, but Susan rememberd her own first time with Peter. It had been painful, but after a moment, all too wonderful. She had still never let him fuck her ass...
She slowly picked up the tempo, and put her mouth and hand back to work on Lucy's pussy. Lucy moaned, and shuddered; writhed and gasped. Susan could tell that she wanted to cum, that her body was revolting at being teased like this. The heady smell of juices flowing out caused a euphoric effect on both of them.
Susan kept up her silent assult on Lucy's body, invading it at almost all points, but not going over the edge. She licked and rubbed and bit and teased, everything to make Lucy crazed, to keep her in a state of pre-orgasmic bliss.
Finally, Susan decided that it was time. She stood, and went to the door. Opening it slightly, she called into the hall, "Master...."
Peter got up from his chair in the hall, where he had been reading, at the sound of his Sister's voice. He went around the corner to Lucy's room, and saw Susan peeking out. He could see not only her face, but parts of her naked flesh below. Her left breast was just visible, her perky nipple sticking out obviously in the light which shiloutted her from behind. He could also see the curve of her perfect hip, and just the hint of her pubic hair.
"Yes? Is she ready?" He asked her, as he stared at her naked form. He stopped in front of the door, and leaned against the frame. She quickly answered him "Yes my lord", glanced inside, back at him and then spoke again, "She is so sex-drugged right now, I think she'd fuck a minotaur..."
He chuckled, and leaned in to kiss her. He was expecting just the taste of her lips, but instead tasted a salty-sweet-tangy flavour, that of a woman's juice, and he sucked on her lip for a second. When he pulled back, she smiled. "Lucy," she said.
She stepped back, and pushed the door open, admiting him, and then closing it again. Lucy lay on the bed, not really paying attention. "We had better ask if she wants me," he whispered. Then he took off his shirt, and unbuckled his pants, but didn't remove them yet.
Susan nodded, and walked to the side of the bed, putting a hand on Lucy's pussy and rubbing gently. She looked into Lucy's eyes, "Lu..."
Lucy looked up at her, with watery eyes, the pleasure build-up was so great, that it made her teary. "Lucy... I've brought Peter in... he wants to help you with your orgasm."
Lucy couldn't think properly. Susan was saying something, but Lucy couldn't understand her.
"I... do... any... ting."
Susan smiled as she heard Lucy's labored speech. She then looked at Peter and said "My King please take my sister's virginity".
He smiled back at her, and dropped his pants and underpants. His cock was already fast becoming rock hard, and was sticking out. Now that it was exposed to the warm air in the room, it sprang to attention. Susan took her hand from Lucy's pussy, covered in slick juice, and rubbed Peter's cock. Her hand made him twitch, and she kissed the head. The woman-juice lubricated his stiff dick, and make it gleam in the light. He slowly moved to the foot of the bed, and Susan crawled onto the bed above Lucy, pushing her shoulders, sliding her down to the edge.
Peter paused for a moment, staring in awe at his youngest sister's beautiful body. He put a hand on each leg, and rubbed them up, feeling the soft skin. It was perfect, without the slightest bump or blemish. Her hips rounded perfectly, to blend with the rest of her creamy skin. Her small tits pointed toward the ceiling, crowned by two nubs, waiting to be sucked. The small patch of pubic hair at her center, while trimmed, wasn't quite as short or well trimmed as Susan's. He glanced at Susan and smirked with a cocky grin.
His eyes traced Susan also. Her figure was more mature, but equally beautiful. Her legs and pussy gleamed in the candlelight, and he could tell she was more horny than he had ever seen her. She was literally dripping on the sheets. Her tits were pointy and nipples hard. Her hair cascaded down her back and made her look like some goddess out of Greek myth. If Lucy's body was perfect, then Susan's was angelic, at least in his eyes.
He shook his head to bring himself out of his thoughts, and returned to the task at hand, Lucy. Bringing his hands off of her legs, he placed them on her sides, just above her hips, and moved her whole body downward, till she was at the very edge of the bed, and directly in line with his cock. He released one hand from her side, and placed his thumb on one lip of her pussy. He gently spread the tight folds, and admired the pinkness of the inside. He could see the entrance, and put his thumb on it, pushing inside. His thumb was only a fraction of the size of his cock, but it still made her moan.
He pulled it back from her tight warmth, and put it back on her hips. "This will probably hurt the first time, Lu." He looked at her face as he said this.
Her head rolled back a little. "Do...don't....dont' care." she croaked.
Susan leaned over and looked into Lucy's face, then slid down next to her. She put a hand on each side. "Go ahead, Peter."
He nodded, and moved his body into the wedge between her legs. His cock seemed to guide itself until the large head touched the very lowest of her lips. He took a breath, and slowly pushed forward. The folds of her soft entrance molded around his dick head, he felt her warmth and wetness, and it made him move a little faster. He pushed a little harder, and it finally found the hole. He could feel her walls gripping him tightly, and Lucy gasped as her pussy was invaded for the first time by something of that size.
Peter stopped for a moment, looked at Susan. When she nodded, he continued again, slowly pushing his member deeper into her. Finally, he felt the resistance of her virgin wall. He nodded to Susan, pulled out a little, then jabbed forward a few inches. The wall broke, and he felt a sudden wetness that hadn't been there before. He resumed pushing. He had only gotten about halfway, and then stopped. "Susan." he whispered.
She looked up at him, from her attentions on Lucy, "What?"
"She's so tight, I'm not sure how much farther I can go..." He said. She could tell he didn't want to hurt Lucy.
"Just go slow until you hit bottom..." she said, "Like you did with me."
He nodded his head, then bit his lip. The walls of her pussy were so tight, he knew that he very fast anyway, or he would probably shoot his whole load into her right then and there. They clenched him, not because of her trying to clench him, but because she was a virgin. She was moaning softly, rythmically. Every breath was a moan.
Susan lowered her head and kissed Lucy on the lips. She pressed her mouth to her little sister's, and pushed her tongue inside. Lucy could do nothing but accept, and after tensing reflexively, she relaxed. Her whole body went a little more limp, and Peter found it easier to push again. He slipped a little farther inside. Susan's hands slowly roamed Lucy's chest, squeezing and rubbing, until Lucy was again breathing fast into Susan's mouth.
Peter pushed his dick harder, harder than he almost dared for a first time, and finally, after a long minute, he felt hardness at the end of his dick. Hardness that could only be the back of her cervix, the end of her tube. He let out a breath that he didn't know he had held. Susan smiled against Lucy's mouth, she knew that Peter would start pumping now, and that Lucy would soon be thrashing under her.
Peter did just that. After pausing to let her slightly adjust to him, he pulled back out rapidly, and pushed all the way back in. The friction made him groan, and he quickly repeated the motion, over and over again. Susan got off of Lucy's mouth, but kept one of her hands busy on Lucy's tits. Susan couldn't stand it any more, she had to touch herself. She had to relieve some of that tension. She rubbed and stroked her own folds with her other hand.
Peter motioned to her to look at Lucy. She did, and Lucy's body was trembling, shaking in small jerks. But it wasn't just an orgasm. Peter was quickly pumping in and out, now fast, now slow, sending nerve responses to his small sister's brain that it almost couldn't cope with. She was almost overloading with pleasure. Susan moved down to the place where her brother and sister joined, and angled her head toward Lucy's clit.
Lucy's trembling was turning into more violent shakes, when Susan's expert tongue licked across Luy's clit. It was like a trigger. It was like a spark that started a forest fire, it was like a violent earthquake. That was what Lucy's first...real...orgasm was like.
Her body jumped a half a foot in the air, almost off of Peter's cock, and away from Susan's tongue, causing Susan's lips to smack down on Peter's dick. From her throat came a shriek so loud that the candle vibrated. Her body writhed and her limbs flapped erratically. Suddenly a stream of clear liquid spurted from her pussy, spashing across both Susan's head and Peter's groin. It spurted several times, getting a little shorter each time, until it finally just ran down from Lucy's pussy, creating a small wet spot under her ass. Her body then went suddenly limp and she let out a very long moan.
Peter and Susan's eyes met for a full minute, then Peter sputtered out, "She's a squirter..."
Susan laughed, "Well I'll be..."

After this he and Susan got dressed, he then called 2 of his guards and told them to clean Lucy up, then Peter handed them a list and told them to fuck his little sister anyway she wants on this list. If it's not on this list they must consult him and him only no matter what anyone else says. The guards then picked their naked princess Lucy up by her vag.ina and took her in her bathroom and gave her a bath filled with their cum, pee, and poop while choking and fucking her in the mouth and ass. And with that Peter and Susan left for their bedroom to, and started noting some more ways to improve their sex lives.
 

Happy Birthday Lucy

"So, did you like the party?" Susan asked her younger sister. It was slightly less than four years since they and their brothers had come to Narnia from another world, a world that was little more than a vague memory, almost like a dream, now.

It was also Queen Lucy's thirteenth birthday and the celebration had been spectacular, as befitting the coming of age of one of Narnia's four rulers.

"It was wonderful," Lucy replied. "The food, the gifts, the dancing, all wonderful. Even if the only boys available to dance with had been her brothers. But they hadn't *felt* like her brothers when they had been pressed up against her. Especially Edmund who had held her particularly close, close enough for her to feel his penis pressed up against her stomach. It had made her feel hot, confused and somehow both mildly pleasant and itchy. But that wasn't what made her sigh just now.

"What's wrong?" Susan asked.

Where was Tumnus? I missed him. Of all the Narnians the faun was her oldest and dearest friend. And why did Peter say I had reached 'the age of womanhood' in his speech? I don't feel like a woman."

"You will soon," her sister said with a smile that combined kindness with a bit of condescension.

"That's what *he* said. And Edmund just smirked."

"You'll see. As for Tumnus he's waiting for you in your suite. He has a present for you. A very special present. Now I have to see to Martin but I'll see you later and we'll talk." Martin was Susan's four year-old son and a bit of a mystery to Lucy. She was both old enough and smart enough to have an idea of where babies actually came from but who was the father? Susan called him a gift from Aslan and his eyes, golden and catlike, certainly suggested that his father wasn't human but really? Lucy found it hard to imagine the mechanics. She of course, without being entirely certain of them still knew more about the mechanics of such things than the average English girl of her age would have from the simple fact that the one thing fauns, satyrs, minotaurs and centaurs all had in common was that they didn't wear pants. Or any other clothes except occasionally as decoration. Nor did their female counterparts. And then there were other incidents she'd seen between her siblings, incidents that both repelled and excited her and that sometimes she did her best to ignore and other times dwelled on to the point of obsession.

But that was all for her to ponder another time so, with another sigh she kissed her sister on the cheek and went into her royal suite.

"Tumnus?" she called as she entered the parlor.

"In here Your Majesty," came the fauns voice from her bedroom to her mild surprise. It wasn't that she had never entertained guests in her bedroom before, Tumnus most of all. It was that he was there without having been invited first.

What she saw when she entered however silenced any pique she might have felt. He was sitting on the stool he usually used when visiting but what put a smile on the young girl's face were the pipes he held in his hand.

"Are you here to serenade me?" she asked.

"Yes, it's your birthday present."

She moved a chair to sit across from him and sat down.

"Did you write it for me? And don't call me Your Majesty. I never want you to think of me as anything but your friend Lucy"

He smiled. If things went as planned she would be more than just his friend soon. "No, Lucy I didn't write this for you. Rather," he said at her look of disappointment, "this is my people's oldest and most sacred piece of music, 'The Song of Pan'." With that he put the pipes to his lips and began to play.

Lucy had meant to ask why it was called a song if there were no words but two things stopped her. First, the tune was so beautiful that, from the beginning, she was entranced and would have died before interrupting it.

Second, there was singing, of a sort. She could almost hear it, much like those images people see out of the corner of their eyes that, when they look directly, disappear. This was because the not-voices were being heard not by her ears or conscious mind but by her heart, gut and, most of all, her groin.

She found herself swaying to the sensual melody, first in her chair and then standing up. The young queen spun slowly in a circle, running her hands through her hair and piling it on top of her head then letting it flow back down around her neck and shoulders.

She then ran her hands down the side of her neck and leaned forward and, without being more than half aware of what she was doing, blew a kiss at the faun musician.

Down the hands ran to cup her developing breasts while her hips swayed wantonly, offering them to Tumnus.

In the back of her mind questions arose. Did she really want Tumnus' lips on hers? Did she really want his hands all over her body? Did she really want his currently very erect penis inside her?

And from the back of her mind came the answer: 'Yes she did want all those things'. Her desire had always been there, the music had just pulled it forward.

Her hands moved down to her crotch and Lucy rubbed herself through the silk of her dress, something she'd only recently started experimenting with. Tumnus got up from his stool and started dancing around her. She reciprocated and they circled each other, eyes locked like hungry animal.

What she most wanted right now Lucy felt was to get out of these clothes. They were too tight, too hot and too heavy. Unfortunately they were also too intricately and tightly laced for her to get off quickly by herself.

"Take them off, Tumnus! I need my clothes off!"

The faun put down his pipes and stepped in close to his queen, encircling her in his arms. He wasn't afraid of her repelling him now that the music had stopped. The Song of Pan couldn't create a fire where there was not fuel, it had simply stoked smoldering coal into a bonfire. He reached up behind her, grabbed the collar of her dress and pulled with a strength that would have surprised anyone unfamiliar with his race, ripping it down the back seam and exposing the smooth, soft contours of the royal back, not to mention the even more pleasingly shaped royal behind. The remains of the dress slid to the floor and a now naked Lucy pressed her body against the faun's, moving her lips down toward his. Tumnus' tongue was both longer and thicker than a human males. Combined with Lucy's inexperience it made for some awkwardness but their mutual enthusiasm helped make up for it.

When they broke off, the young girl asked, "Are we...lovers yet?"

"That depends on how you define the term. I would say not yet but we are headed in that direction. Do you want to be my lover?"

"Oh yes!" Lucy burst out, surprising herself with how enthusiastic her response was. During the conversation she had been semi-consciously devouring and assessing Tumnus' body. His upper half was of a wiry, moderately handsome man, if you ignored the small horns. Most humans would have regarded his lower half bizarre, if not grotesque but having lived the last four years among creatures as strange or stranger his legs weren't ugly at all. In any case her eyes were most drawn, not to his legs but to the proudly erect member between them, over nine inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist.

Tumnus returned the scrutiny and also liked what he saw. The "baby fat" she'd had when he first met her had mostly evaporated and what was left had migrated to her hips, butt and budding breasts. Humans changed so quickly, he reflected, and in Lucy's case, marvelously.

The young queen was the first to move. She reached for his cock, stroking it as one would a strange and possibly dangerous animal, shyly at first then with more confidence. She was amazed at how smooth and soft the skin was, with a down-like fuzz on it, over the hard muscle beneath, like steel, sheathed in velvet.

"Make...a fist," he told her. "Good! A little tighter. Now...up and...down." He gave a groan and drew her in for another kiss. This one was less awkward, less nervous and much more satisfying. Her hands moved to his shoulder and his to the globes of her ass.

"Oh!" she said as the faun's lips moved off hers to suck one of her hard, brown, little nipples. She could feel the iron length of his member between her thighs, rubbing against her labia but not penetrating.

"Want it," she moaned. "Want it...in me."

"Put your legs around me," Tumnus said. When she obeyed he carried her to the bed and deposited her on the edge, facing him.

"Spread your legs, my sweet Lucy." When she complied he ran his hands up and down them, enjoying the softness of her skin. They kissed again and this time when their lips parted it was her lips that went to one of his nipples and sucked, making him groan and close his eyes.

He pushed her off reluctantly and asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yes!" she said, nodding vigorously.

"Lean back on your elbows." When she had done this he grabbed her by the hips and pushed in.

"Oh!" she cried, surprised by the combination of pain and pleasure. With each thrust the pain diminished and the pleasure increased.

Instinctively her legs came up and locked around his waist, desperate to keep his wonderful cock inside her. Similarly her hands came up to grip his shoulders.

"Fuck me," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me and...don't ever...unh...stop!" Her jaw dropped and her eyes rolled up in her head as she came. She felt like she was dying but at the same time as if she'd never felt so alive.

* * *

Susan had been watching the whole thing. Well, not everything, she actually had stopped briefly to check with Martin and his centaura governess but had come into the secret room, one of a vast complex honeycombing Caer Paravel, just in time to see Lucy's dress torn off.

Susan had chosen her own party dress with and eye to easy removability and by the time Tumnus had deposited her sister on the bed she not only had it off but two fingers in her pussy. By the time Lucy was coming she was close herself and *really* wanted to finish. But duty called. After all this had been her idea.

For the past two years the three elder Pevensies had discussed, sometimes to the point of argument the hows and ifs of bringing their younger sibling into "the family circle".

On the one hand Peter didn't think Lucy knew anything about their incestuous relationship at all and wasn't sure they should make her aware . As he put it, "it's not like we've been rutting in the halls. Well, except that once."

Edmund's attitude was nearly as cynical as Peter's was naive and just as irrational. He believed that not only did Lucy know everything but that she was deliberately teasing them, especially him, with her pretended innocence. This conviction had grown stronger the older and prettier their sister had gotten and some of his suggestions were rank enough that he and Peter had nearly come to blows, prevented only by Susan's intervention.

Her own view was in what she called the rational center. She was sure that Lucy knew or at least suspected that *something* was going between her older siblings that they weren't telling her about. As she put it, "She's not deaf, she's not blind and she's not stupid." And even if she was unaware of her siblings incestuous love Susan had noticed the focused looks she'd recently been giving the male Narnians, especially their crotches.

So she had come up with the idea of using Lucy's dearest friend to introduce her to sex. Tumnus had been more than amenable. To fauns, satyrs and nymphs virginity was a tragic condition, to be remedied at the first opportunity.

Now that Lucy had been introduced to sex and, from the evidence, really liked it, it was time for part two of the plan, introducing her to an entirely different level of family togetherness.

Edmund had of course volunteered immediately and despite his previous pious stance Peter was right behind them but Susan had said, "This calls for a woman's touch." At the looks they'd sent her way she'd added, "No you can't watch." then teasingly thrown in, "This time." On Susan's list of life's pleasures, yanking her brothers' chains came second only to fucking them and it was a very close second at that.

She slid open the secret panel in the wall and entered the room quietly, although since her little sister was just starting to come off the peak of her orgasm she suspected that she could have entered banging a pair of cymbals together and still been ignored.

Tumnus saw her coming at almost the same moment that he did inside Lucy and grinned. He'd been between the older Pevensie girl's legs once or twice just as Peter and Edmund had occasionally dallied with nymphs and dryads. But they always came back to each other.

* * *

When Lucy came back to herself the first thing she noticed was a gentle hands stroking her hair followed by an equally soft and gentle kiss on her lips. When she opened her eyes she saw her sister's face.

"Susan!" she shrieked, scooting up onto the mattress and instinctively trying to cover herself. "What are you doing here?!? And...and..why are you naked too?"

"We thought...that it was time?"

"Time for what?"

"How much do you know about...your brothers and I and...what we do together."

There was a long pause and then Lucy said, "Oh...that."

* * *

It turned out that she had seen a fair amount and figured out most of the rest. The first time had been about two months after Martin had been born, the first time since giving birth that Susan had felt ready, very ready as it turned out, for sex and the first time in five months, since she had sworn them to chastity during her pregnancy, that any of them had had sex.

Susan had started it by telling her brothers, "You can have me if you can catch me," and then taking off at a full run through the castle's halls and corridors. She was slowed by shedding her clothes as she ran but so were they.

So it was that the at that time ten year old Lucy had been walking along a corridor when her sister, by this time down to a filmy white underskirt, huge post-pregnancy boobs bouncing as she ran had dashed by her along the cross corridor of an intersection followed by a bare chested Peter and Edmund who, in contrast was naked from the waist down.

It had happened so fast that by the time she had gone to bed she had more than half convinced herself that she'd imagined it.

* * *

"So what did happen?" Lucy asked.

* * *

Susan had finally let the boys catch her in the royal dining hall where they had indulged in their favorite position, one of them, Peter in this case, taking her doggie style while she gave head to the other one then switching.

"'Doggie style' I can guess at," Lucy said, interrupting her sister, "But what's 'giving head'?"

Susan smiled. "I'll teach you. There's so much I can teach you." With that she reached out and stroked Lucy's hair then leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

Lucy pulled back, more in shock than anything else. "Susan! We're girls!"

"That doesn't mean we can't make each other feel good."

"It doesn't?"

"No, it doesn't. Now what else did we get up to that you saw?"

The next time hadn't been until she was twelve. She had almost entirely forgotten the naked racing incident when she had stumbled across Edmund and Susan together in an alcove. She had pulled back around the corner, then peeked back around; just to make sure that what she'd seen was real.

Sure enough Susan was sitting on Edmund's lap in the window space and they looked like they had their tongues halfway down each other's throats. Edmund had one hand at the small of his sister's back and the other hand pushed down thee back of her skirt to expose her buttocks which were almost as round and firm as her tits and was groping them. Susan had one hand behind his neck, the other had pulled out his willy and was stroking it just as, months later, she would do to Tumnus.

She had watched for a few seconds, unable to move until the fear of getting caught pulled her back around the corner and made her got back the way she came then take an alternate route. In the maze that was Caer Paravel there was always more than one way to get where you were going, usually two or three more.

The incident had left her with a case of what she thought of as "the tinglies" that followed her around all day because even if she'd wanted to she couldn't get what she'd seen out of her head. That night was the first time she had masturbated.

After that she hadn't exactly spied on her sibling but she had kept her eyes open for opportunities. And then about a month and a half ago she had seen Peter and Susan going hand in hand into Susan's room. She hadn't had the courage to open the door and peek but she had pressed her ear to the door.

The door was thick but it felt like she could hear everything. She heard the sounds of kissing, of skin against skin and of clothes being discarded and hitting the floor followed by more kissing and then a sound that was sort of like kissing but with sucking and licking noises involved as well.

Her crotch was burning like it never had before. After a quick look around, in case any servants might be coming she'd fallen to her knees, pushed her skirt below her hips and pushed a finger into her rapidly moistening, peachfuzzed pussy. Soon her probing finger fell into rhythm with the grunts and moans coming from the other side of the door.

Then she heard her sister screaming. Even through the door and across the parlor, assuming they were in the bedroom Lucy heard her clearly.

"Yes! Fuck me Peter! FUCK MEEE!!"

In a whisper the younger queen had echoed her older sister. "Yess, Peter. Fuck us! Fuck us both!" She bit down on her lips as she came but still couldn't prevent a whimper escaping. Fortunately she was easily drowned out by Susan's own orgasmic shrieks.

* * *

"So you knew about us?"

"Um, yes?"

"Don't tell Edmund that. He's insufferable when he's right."

Lucy gave her sister a grin that showed she still had a good deal of little girl in her nature and said, "He's insufferable when he's wrong too." The two girls collapsed giggling into each other's arms at that.

When they stopped Susan looked deep into her sister's eyes and kissed her again. This time Lucy didn't pull back but opened her mouth and let the other girl's tongue in.

When it ended Susan asked, "So now do you believe girls can make each other feel good?"

"Mmm, yes."

"I have a lot more to teach you," she said, somewhat facetiously. The truth was that when it came to girl on girl Susan was largely going on instinct plus a little she'd learned from watching frolicking nymphs but what she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. The term "bi-curious" was several decades and an entire universe away from being coined but it described her perfectly.

She took Lucy's head in her hands and guided it to one of her nipples then started exploring her sisters much smaller tits with her hands. Stroking and pinching them.

"Mmm, I love having my nipples sucked," she moaned. She still let Martin nurse at her bosom, just for the sensation. "Do the other one, my darling, will you?" Lucy was happy to comply.

As they further explored each others tits, both now using a combination of mouth and hands Susan sent one of her hands down between her sister's legs and slipped a finger between her barely fuzzed pussy lips.

"Oh!" Lucy exclaimed and again "OH!," as her sister probed deeper.

"Like it?"

"Oh yesss!"

Lucy started to reach between her sibling's legs to return the favor but Susan stopped her.

"I have something else planned dear heart," she said, following her statement with another long, deep kiss. The two girls had been sitting on the bed facing each other, legs crossed, while Lucy had told her story. The legs had become entwined together as they started making love but now Susan pushed her incestuous conquest down onto her back then slid down the other girl's body until her head joined her hand between Lucy's legs whereupon her tongue joined her fingers in servicing the younger girls cunt.

Conveniently, this put Susan's legs and rump over the end of the bed, a rump which she twitched intently at Tumnus while spreading her legs apart in an obvious invitation. An invitation which the goat-man, who had been watching the sisterly foreplay and avidly stroking his cock was quick to accept. Only one question needed to be answered.

"Ass or cunt?"

"Cunt," Susan answered in a voice made husky with lust, briefly raising her head, which Lucy quickly reached out to push back down. She had considered the alternative but, in light of the lack of lubricant and Tumnus' thickness, dismissed it.

Playing with her small breasts while her sister ate her out Lucy looked up and over Susan's lush body to watch her friend rhythmically pounding into her. She thought that he had never looked so...goatish.

Oddly, or perhaps not, she was after all very new to this, watching her sister being fucked by the faun was as much of a turn on to her as that same sister's tongue was.

And a turn on it definitely was. After being deflowered she had thought that nothing could compare to having a male member inside her but this did. Not better but as good if decidedly different.

Just as when Tumnus had been fucking her, her legs seemed to have a will and knowledge of their own, thighs closing around her sisters head, calve going up and over Susan's shoulders.

"Oh yess!" she screamed. "I love your tongue Susan! Fuck me with your tongue!! AHHHHH!!"

* * *

Afterwards the sisters lay together in Lucy's bed, holding each other close and exchanging sift, gentle kisses and caresses. Tumnus had left. Fauns were not built, either physically or psychologically, for cuddling.

Susan asked, "If you knew about us why didn't you come to us and let us know?" This had been on her mind for awhile but she hadn't wanted to interrupt their fun.

Lucy looked away from her sister, ashamed. "I was...afraid...that you wouldn't want me. That you wouldn't think I was good enough or pretty enough."

Susan took her sister's face in both hands and moved it until they were looking into each other's eyes. "Your beautiful, my sisterlover and when I ahem, "introduce" you to our boys they're going to fuck you into a coma.

And so it happened.

But even when she lay, fully sated, among her siblings a small, dark part of her mind would tell her, "But you're still not as beautiful or as wanted as your sister".

A New Kind Of Love

"Is he sleeping?" Susan's husband Garine asked her as she slid into bed next
to him.

"Yes, he's finally asleep," She replied to the minotaur

With their son Peter finally asleep the happy couple would get a few more
hours of sleep before he woke up again. Though an odd couple within Garine's
minotaur tribe when they started spending all of their free time together
Susan and Garine were slowly embraced as a couple a year after they performed
the traditional union ceremony of the minotaur. There was even celebration
when it was discovered Susan was pregnant, though many wondered what the
offspring of a human and minotaur would look like. Once the child was birthed
whatever questions still lingered about the unusual couple disappeared. It
looked as all baby minotaurs did when they were born and the birth was
relatively easy as it was born without horns as all minotaur are. They
decided to name it Peter after Susan's brother who along with Edmund had
been dead for three years.

"Tomorrow's the anniversary," Susan said as she laid in bed.

"I know. I'll have Kela watch Peter tomorrow while you take care of things
and I go out on the hunt. I'm sorry I can't be with you, but I have little
choice in the matter right now."

"I know you have things you have to do. They were my brothers anyway. I'm
just extremely grateful you went through the effort of finding their
remains," Susan said leaning over to kiss Garine. "I love you."

"I love you too."

* * *

The events that lead to Susan being crowned as a queen of Narnia were strange
and unbelievable. The events that would eventually lead her to being married
to a minotaur and having a son were stranger still. It had been nearly three
years since the fateful picnic when a wandering band of minotaurs came upon
Susan and her siblings. They attacked without mercy striking Edmund in the
head with a large spiked mace shattering his skull and killing him instantly.
Peter was less fortunate and had his throat slit. It took several agonizing
minutes before he bled out and died.

Surrounded by four minotaurs Susan fearfully waited to join Peter and Edmund
in the afterlife and Lucy was crying hysterically at the sight of her dead
brothers. Susan closed her eyes and started to say a prayer as one raised his
sword to strike her.

"Stop!"

Susan opened her eyes and anxiously looked around to see who had saved her
and Lucy. She could see nothing, but the marauding beasts that had just
killed her brothers. Then one of the four that surrounded her and Lucy moved
away making room for a coal black minotaur.

"Count your blessings humans. We are in need of your services. My name is
Ruor and I am the leader of those you see before you."

"You monster! You killed Peter and Edmund!" Susan cried lunging at Ruor and
pounding on his chest with her bare hands. Ruor's nearby followers began to
raise their weapons and he motioned for them to stop.

"Does anyone know where you are?" Susan fell to her knees crying and didn't
answer. "Answer me! Does anyone know you're here?" Again Susan didn't answer
and kept crying. "Humans..." Ruor sighed agitated. "Get rid of their stuff
and let's get moving."

As Ruor turned and started walking away Lucy took her dagger from it's sheath
and lunged at the minotaur stabbing him in the back of the leg. Ruor only
grunted at the nuisance and pulled the dagger out. He then reached down and
picked Lucy up by the throat raising her above him. She kicked and clawed at
his arm until her air supply ran out and she began grasping for her throat.

"Please let her go! You're going to kill her!" Susan cried leaping up and
trying to pull down on Ruor's arm.

"I'm not going to kill her," Ruor retorted releasing Lucy's neck and letting
her fall almost seven feet to the ground. Susan quickly ran to Lucy's side
helping her up and cleaning her off as she coughed and wheezed trying to get
air back into her body. "With the proper training your sister will become a
very valuable asset to us as could you if you don't create too many
problems."

The band of minotaurs along with their human companions continued their
travels throughout the day until night came and they set up camp. While
the minotaurs had sturdy almost teepee like tents Susan and Lucy had what
basically amounted to a large section of canvas-like clothe draped over a
piece of rope strung between two trees. They also had their own guard to
make sure they didn't do anything stupid like trying to escape.

As Ruor tried to calculate what two extra mouths and bodies meant to his
tribes supplies and how to make up for them he was interrupted by his second
in command. "The eldest girl wishes to speak to you. I've already told her
no numerous times, but she's being insistent."

"Alright, send her in." A few seconds later Susan stumbled from the tent door
and fell to the ground. "Are you okay Susan?"

"I'm fine," Susan growled sitting up. "How do you know my name? You've been
calling us "humans" all day."

"There isn't anyone in Narnia who doesn't know your and Lucy's name."

"Then you know when they find my brothers they're going to come looking for
us."

"That's if they find your brothers and even if they do they'll never find
us. That's not why you're here though is it?"

"If like you say nobody finds me and Lucy then what are you going to do with
us?"

"For a reason I have yet to see or am able to understand Aslan and the people
of Narnia placed you children in charge of their army and the White Witch was
deathly afraid of you. I wanted two of you trained for battle and put along
side my people to see how good you really are. We'll keep you on the bow and
train Lucy with knives. With the way she attacked me earlier today without
fear for herself we may make her into an assassin. She may very well make
uniting the minotaur tribes of Narnia easier."

"And if we refuse?"

"You don't have much of a choice Susan. You're brothers are dead and you saw
how willing my men were to kill you and Lucy. It's your choice to refuse,
but you'll join Peter and Edmund in the afterlife if you do. Lucy's still
young enough for us to mold her mind to our needs and as long as one of you
is alive no others of Adam and Eve can enter Narnia. Do you still wish to
refuse?"

"No..." Susan answered quietly.

"If there's nothing else I'd like to be alone again. I'm still trying to
figure out the best way to lessen the blow to our supplies on this trip that
having two more bodies is going to cause."

As Susan started to get up there was a shrill scream outside. "Lucy!" She
cried out and darted out the tent. Ruor was soon behind her to see what the
commotion was about.

Returning to the spot she and Lucy were going to sleep Susan found the
minotaur assigned to guard them holding Lucy to the ground by the neck with
one hand and trying to push his bulbous over-sized cock into her small vagina
with the other hand.

"Stop it!" Susan shrieked picking up the nearest large rock she could find
and running to the minotaur striking him in the back of the head with it.

With an angry roar the beast swung his arm around knocking Susan back several
feet. "Stupid human! You think that hurts? I don't care if Ruor wants both of
you alive I'm going to rape and kill both of you!"

"Stop right there Enan!" Ruor bellowed with a large axe in hand. "Lay one
hand on either girl and you're blood too will cover my blade."

"But they're humans! They don't belong here!"

"I'm giving you one chance to let go of the girl and leave my camp now or
else."

"What's wrong with you? The White Witch was all wrong about you!"

"And she's dead. Do you want to join her?"

"No, you'll be the one joining her," Enan said picking his sword up off the
ground.

By now a small crowd had formed around the arguing minotaurs. Some were
pointing at the naked Pevensie girl others were pointing at Ruor and Enan.
Lucy's clothes were torn beyond being wearable and she was still nude with
no immediate clothing to put on. Instead Susan improvised and wrapped her
sister in the fabric that hung over the rope they were supposed to be
sleeping under.

The two beasts shouted and threatened each other before taking action.
Before it could begin it was already finished. Enan slumped to the ground
with Ruor's axe stuck between his eyes. The minotaur leader yanked his
weapon out of the body and turned his attention to the gathering crowd.

"The humans are not to be harmed or harassed. If any of you should choose to
disobey me then you too risk experiencing the same fate as Enan. Lauka take
them to Enan's tent. He won't be needing it anymore. Everyone else return to
your tents and get some sleep. We have our hunt early tomorrow and must be
successful before we can continue traveling."

As the crowd started to disperse a female minotaur greeted the girls. "I
know Ruor plans to turn you two into warriors, but we haven't been properly
introduced yet. My name is Lauka. I oversee our weekly feasts and help with
keeping the tribe in good order. Please follow me." Upon arriving at Enan's
tent Lauka removed his personal things before letting the girls in. "I think
we should have some extra hide laying around that can be made into something
more practical and comfortable for the little one."

"Thank you," Susan said before the minotaur left.

"I don't want to be here Susan," Lucy began to cry.

"Shh... Shh... Just lay down and get some sleep," Susan replied trying to get
Lucy to lay down on the bedding in the tent. Though Lucy soon fell asleep
Susan couldn't. An hour later Lauka reappeared with Lucy's new clothing.

"We didn't have much, but it'll do until after the hunt tomorrow."

"Thanks," Susan said taking the clothing from Lauka.

"You're welcome, but you should try and get some sleep. We have a long day
ahead of us."

"I'll try."

Susan took a quick look at Lucy's new clothing as she laid down next to her.
The garments consisted of what looked like a child-sized loincloth and a top
that would probably reach just above Lucy's stomach. At first Susan thought
the clothing to be inappropriate, but seeing as Lucy had nothing else to
wear and that everyone was basically wearing the same thing including the
younglings Susan put her mind at ease as best she could and tried to fall
sleep.

The next day as the hunt began Ruor invited Susan to get her bow and come
out. Not having ever seen the fun or sport in killing wild animals Susan
didn't really want to go, but felt obliged due to Ruor's help the night
before. Lucy meanwhile stayed behind in the camp with some of the other
females and the younglings.

After traveling for an hour the hunting group came upon a pack animals that
resembled buffalo except that they had leathery skin instead of hair or fur.
Ruor picked out one that had strayed and brought Susan's attention to it.

"Are you any good with your bow?"

"I'm okay."

"I hope you're better than okay. These are Loidens and are ideally what we
want to hunt when replenishing our supplies. Normally we get up close to kill
these because they're slow and clumsy at close quarters combat, but that's
not really you're strength. Loidens will fight to the death so make your shot
count."

"What if I miss?"

"Then try again, but be quick. They will charge once they're agitated."

"Okay..." Susan replied nervously as she took aim. The arrow struck the
Loiden in the neck and it turned it's head to face it's attacker. "Uh...
What do I do now?" Susan stammered as it started to charge at her and Ruor.

"Try again, but this time between the eyes. That is it's only weak spot."

Susan fired another arrow at the creature, but missed her intended spot and
struck it above the left eye. The Loiden continued charging undaunted and
was now within fifty feet of Susan and Ruor.

"Calm down Susan," Ruor said as she fumbled getting another arrow and
notching it. Susan took aim again and with the creature within ten feet of
them she released the arrow. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the
creature fell to ground dead instantaneously. "Very nice shot," Ruor
congratulated her sheathing his axe.

"Thanks," Susan said shaking from how close she thought she had come to being
gored and the excitement she felt from taking down such a large beast.

"Are you ready to kill another one or would you rather me show you how to
clean and gut Loidens?"

"Let's hunt some more."

The hunting party continued to kill and gut Loidens for another hour before
they had enough to replenish their supplies. And even though Susan opted to
continue hunting after her first kill she was still shown how to clean and
gut the creatures at the end of the hunt. Once she finally returned to camp
Susan's dress and her extremities were covered in blood.

"What happened to you Susan?" Lucy said running up to her sister in the two
piece garment Lauka had given her.

"Ruor took me hunting with the others and he made me clean and gut what I
killed."

"Eeew. Sounds gross."

"It is, but it's not too bad if you try not to think about it. How's your
day been so far?"

"It's been okay. I helped pick berries and fish in the river and do things
like that. Then they let us play for a little while. Everyone's been real
nice so far."

"Congratulations Susan," Lauka said joining the sisters. "Ruor said you're
quite adept at hunting."

"Thanks, but my first kill was a close one."

"They always are, even for our own. Why don't you go down to the river and
clean up? I'll have someone make some new garments for you to replace those."

"Wow, I guess I can't thank you enough it seems."

"It's not a problem. While you two are with us, you're one of us. After the
unfortunate incident last night, Ruor has seen to it that your stay will be
problem free."

"Huh... He's quite the character."

"What do you mean?"

"His warriors are responsible for our brothers' deaths, yet he saved Lucy
last night and took me out today to learn how to hunt and clean animals."

"That's a conversation for you to have with him. Anyway, why don't you use
the covering you gave to Lucy for the time being while we get new clothes
for you and they should be ready by the time we start our travel today."

"Where are we going if you don't mind me asking?"

"Back to our village. We had been traveling all over Narnia for almost a
year looking for you. Now we're on our way back home until Ruor says we're
ready to start uniting all of the tribes."

"How many more of you are there?"

"All together there's about six hundred in our tribe. We've only got about a
hundred with us."

"That's a lot of people," Lucy chimed in.

"Not really. London has a lot more than that."

"London?" Lauka asked.

"That's a city in the country we're from."

"Oh. Well get cleaned up and I'll have your clothes ready shortly."

"What about Lucy's new clothes? You said you'd have more supplies after the
hunt."

"The quality of the leather that was brought back wasn't great. Ruor said to
store what could be kept and not use it unless we absolutely needed to."

"Oh... Okay."

Susan made a quick stop by Enan's tent and grabbed the large sheet Lucy had
been using before heading towards the river. Before heading down towards the
water Susan and Lucy stopped at a tree on top of a hill.

"Stay here and keep a look out for anyone coming," Susan said.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want them to see me without clothes."

"Nobody here cares about you seeing you naked."

"What do you mean Lucy?"

"Me and the small bullpeople all took baths in the river once we were done
with our chores."

"They're called minotaurs."

"Minotors?"

"No, it's minotaurs, but nevermind. What were you doing bathing with the
others?"

"I had dirt all over me and I fell in some mud too. They cleaned our clothes
while we were bathing."

"You didn't find that strange?"

"No... I mean I guess I did. I don't know. Everyone else took their clothes
off and got in the river and I didn't want to stick out. I don't want them
to kick us out or kill us like they did Peter and Edmund."

"You don't need to worry about that. We're safe for now. Ruor has made sure
of it. I'm going to go down to the river and take a bath now so keep an eye
out for anyone coming, okay?"

"Okay."

Susan made her way down to the water's edge and looked around a bit to see
if anyone but Lucy was around. Seeing nobody she dropped the fabric Lucy had
used to cover herself and then removed her bloody clothing dropping it to
the ground as well.

Susan stepped into river and swam out towards the deeper parts before she
went under. When she came back up she started scrubbing away at the Loiden
blood with her hands, but it was slow to come off. Close to ten minutes in
the water Susan heard Lucy shout.

"Susan there's a bunch of them coming!"

Susan was in the middle of the wide river and desperately began swimming
towards the shore. Just as she was waist high out of the water three male
minotaur came over the hill and Susan quickly ducked back into the water. At
the water's edge they each dropped some plantlife they had a handful of and
began untying their loincloths. Susan started gawking as the penis of each
minotaur fell down between their legs. She had to guess that they were all
close to twelve inches long. One light brown minotaur caught her looking and
looked to be almost smiling at Susan. Embarrassed Susan quickly shut her
mouth and swam out farther into the river where she began scrubbing her arms
again.

"Here try this, it'll help," a deep voice suddenly boomed behind her. Susan
slowly turned around to see the minotaur who caught her looking holding out
some kind of flower.

"What's this?"

"It's a Fiadil. It takes the blood right off. It does for us anyway. I'm not
sure how it'll work on your human skin. Saved a bunch of us when we found
the plant."

"What do I do with it?"

"Grind it up between your hands then start rubbing the areas with blood on
it."

Following the minotaur's instructions Susan did as she was told and sure
enough the dried blood started to flake off. "This stuff really does work,
but what do you mean it saved you?"

"Without Loidens it'd take us several days to replenish our supplies, but
the problem is their blood is toxic to us. If it gets in our hair and we
don't clean it all off it'll eventually soak into our flesh and get into our
bodies. Even the tiniest drop of blood makes us violently ill."

"Wow, I don't think I could be careful enough to get all the blood off of me
with as messy as you get hunting."

"Once you've done it a lot it's no big deal. Just like bathing in front of
everyone without staring."

"Sorry about that," Susan blushed. "It's just that I'm not used to it."

"You humans are a lot like the building dwellers here in Narnia always
wearing lots of thick and complicated clothing."

"It's like that in my world too. Males aren't supposed to bathe with
females."

"Welcome to our simple world then. My name's Garine."

"Thank you," Susan smiled. "I'm Susan and the girl up there on the hill is
my sister Lucy."

"I know who you are. There isn't anyone in-"

"in Narnia who doesn't know our name. Ruor already told me that. Thanks for
the Fiadil. I got all the blood off of me."

"You're welcome Susan. If you ever need anything you can find me somewhere
in camp. I'll have a more permanent location for you once we get back to our
village."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Susan smiled as she swam for shore. As she
walked onto dry ground she looked back as she picked up her cover. The two
other minotaurs were busy cleaning themselves, but Garine was looking in her
direction. Susan waved as she covered herself and Garine waved back. She
slipped her shoes on and with a smile started up the hill towards Lucy.

"Who was that," Lucy asked.

"That was Garine, He was part of the hunting party this morning."

"What we're you two talking about?"

"Nothing really, mostly about the tribe and their way of life. It was real
boring stuff. Were you watching when they undressed?"

"Yes."

"Did you see anything?"

"Yes, but it was the same stuff I saw when I was bathing except that they're
bigger."

Susan had to choke back a laugh as she listened to Lucy talk about male
genitalia. As the two of them walked back to their tent Susan began to
question a lot of things. Ruor's people were responsible for Peter and
Edmund's death the day before. A minotaur named Enan tried to rape Lucy,
but was killed by the leader Ruor who threatened the same fate upon
anyone who tried to harm either her or Lucy. And on top of that Susan
had just had a friendly chat with another minotaur, Garine.

It would be another ten days of hard traveling from the time of Susan's first
hunt until when the minotaur caravan reached their village. During that time
both Susan and Lucy wore out their shoes and developed severe blisters. With
herbal medication and leather moccasins Lauka gave them the girls were
quickly back on their feet. Susan continued her bow training during the trek
and learned a little hand to hand combat with a small blade Ruor gave her.
Ruor even began very moderately training Lucy with daggers and other small
knives, which Lucy seemed to develop a knack for. Ruor realized that down the
road if he could send Lucy into the camps of other tribes to kill their
leaders it would make battle and conquest much easier.

While she started looking at Ruor as a mentor and leader Susan developed a
fondness towards Garine as she spent more and more time with him. He always
seemed interested in what Susan had to say and was always asking questions
about her world and where she came from. Occasionally a topic would include
Peter and Edmund, but Garine seemed to have a way to change the subject
without a problem or to ease Susan's thoughts. Though she was still a bit
self-conscious and uncomfortable with wearing the revealing garments that
accentuated her breasts around the others, Susan was completely at ease
around Garine.

Once the caravan was back at the village Susan found where Garine lived and
was soon spending almost all of her free time with him. Then one-night six
months later things drastically changed for her. Susan found herself laying
in bed in the hut she shared with Lucy unable to sleep. She got up slipping
her moccasins on before walking outside. The night sky was dark and cool and
the moon shined brightly overhead. She began to walk trying to work off
whatever it was that was keeping her up. Twenty minutes later she found
herself still very wide awake and at the lake the minotaurs from the village
fished at. Walking closer to the water she found that she wasn't alone.
Sitting on the shore of the lake was Garine. Smiling she sat down next to
him.

"You couldn't sleep either?" She asked.

"No, but I've never slept more than a few hours a night and there's always
something relaxing about the lake."

"I'm a bit embarrassed to say this, but I was wrong about your people."

"What do you mean?"

"After Peter and Edmund were killed I assumed all minotaur to be violent
nasty creatures, though that's not much different than what my opinion of
your people was after the battle with the White Witch. That doesn't mean I
forgive Ruor for what happened or agree with him training Lucy for battle,
but I can see you're no worse than the people in my world are. When we came
to Narnia there was a major war going on in our world. We had to flee to the
countryside to be safe."

"Why were your people fighting each other?"

"It all started when a man named Adolph Hitler started invading countries and
killing people. Soon we had many countries fighting each other and killing
each other's people. Imagine if you had a dozen kingdoms the size of Narnia
fighting each other. That's what my world was like."

"We may have had the cold, but it seems your world is worse off than ours
was."

"If your people are not as violent and ready to fight as I thought, then why
were so many of you in the queen's army?"

"Our tribes have been divided for as long as anyone can remember and nobody
knows why. The queen used that division to coerce us into joining her
promising that whoever slain you and your siblings would be granted powers
capable of destroying all other tribes. None of the tribes had any problems
with you. We were just fearful each other. That's now why Ruor is going to
use you and Lucy to try and unite all of the tribes as one."

"If that's all he wanted then why did he have my brothers killed?"

"He believes the unification of the minotaurs would be seen as a threat to
Narnia and would prompt Aslan's return. The same fate would befall us that
fell the witch."

"You make Ruor sound like someone great."

"And?"

"He is great as long as he doesn't need to kill you to get what he wants.
When I met him for the first time six months ago he made it perfectly clear
that he had no problem killing me and using Lucy to achieve his peace."

"I'm not going to make any excuses for the way Ruor presents himself or gets
his point across, but he was trying to get you and Lucy to be quiet and put
you in your place until he could get everything figured out. He had no plans
to kill you Susan. The one thing he's more concerned about than anything is
uniting all of the tribes and bringing peace to our people."

"What going to happen to us once that's accomplished? I can't go home and
tell my mother Peter and Edmund are dead. It'd hurt her too much, especially
if my father dies in the war."

"To be honest I've never thought about that. I guess I always assumed you'd
return home."

"I know this could be several years away and I could change my mind about
going home, but if I do stay in Narnia can I stay with you?"

"Of course," Garine answered immediately surprising himself by how quickly
he answered the question. Susan noticed this too and a slight smile crossed
her face.

There was a moment of silence that hung in the air exposing Susan and Garine
to a weakness they shared. In the time they spent together both traveling to
and at the village Garine had become quite fond of Susan, as did she of him.
They looked into each other's eyes seeing the feelings they had for one
another. Susan couldn't explain why, but she had more than a fondness for
Garine. Perverse feelings she had developed for the minotaur weeks earlier
started to creep into her body. This time she decided not to fight them.
Reaching behind her she untied her top and dropped it to the ground.

Garine looked at his human friend unsure what to make of her actions. In what
had been six months since he first met Susan, seeing each other nude beyond
bathing was never something they had to deal with. Even though she was a
human with far less hair than the females of his species Susan had a certain
beauty to her that he liked.

"Is something wrong?" Susan asked getting only a stare from Garine.

"No. Nothing is. It's just that this sort of thing... And you're a human...
Susan I don't know," Garine stuttered trying to straighten out his thoughts.

"I had the same reservations too when I first started feeling this way, but
I love you."

Looking at Susan as she tried to untie his loincloth told Garine all he
needed to know. "I love you too," he returned.

Susan smiled at the minotaur briefly before she let his loincloth come apart
and took hold of his penis. She started stroking it moving her hand up and
down along the shaft following it with her tongue and the bestial cock began
to respond. With it already being exceptionally large to Susan at twelve
inches she took notice as it got even bigger. Wrapping her lips around the
tip she felt it grow another two inches as she started bobbing her head up
down on Garine's cock running her moist lips along his shaft and letting her
tongue slither around it.

With a little time and effort to relax her gag reflex Susan became able to
take almost seven inches of the minotaur's cock into her mouth and down her
throat. What she couldn't get of Garine's shaft into her mouth she wrapped
her hand around and slowly began to jerk it off. Animalistic grunts started
to come out as Susan eagerly continued to suck and masturbate Garine's dick.
Soon Susan began to feel the minotaur's precum started to hit the back of
her throat. It wasn't dribbling out, but squirting out with some force.

Licking her lips Susan pulled her head up and smiled. She stood up and
removed her loincloth dropping it to the ground. She positioned herself
above Garine and carefully lowered herself guiding his cock to her small
pinkish hole surrounded by thick brown hair. Just the tip of Garine's penis
was thick and large as it spread Susan's pussy apart and pushed inside.
Susan groaned and bit her lip several times as the first few inches of
Garine's cock slid it's way inside her.

"What's wrong?" Garine asked when Susan stopped moving down onto his shaft.

"This is my first time being intimate with someone."

Susan raised herself enough so that just the tip of the minotaur was still
inside her. With a hard push she slammed herself back down on thick bestial
cock. Susan cried out as it broke through her hymen and pushed seven inches
inside her.

"Are you okay?" Garine asked with concern at Susan's sudden outburst.

"I'm fine. In my world all females have to go through this the first time
they have sex," Susan replied, "But I think I'm fine now."

"Good, I was just want you to be comfortable with this."

Susan smiled widely at Garine. If you would have asked her several months ago
if minotaurs could be as caring or concerned as this she would have answered
you with a resounding no. When the pain in her vagina finally subsided Susan
began pushing herself down on Garine's cock again, but stopped again after
the eighth inch was inside her.

"This is one of the problems of me being a human. I can't take anymore of
your penis inside of me without hurting myself. I'm sorry..."

"I don't care Susan. I love you and if this is all we can do then that's
fine with me."

Susan nearly melted at Garine's words and his understanding and wanted to
pay him back for it. She began to raise herself back up letting the eight
inches that was inside escape. Without about an inch left to go Susan pushed
herself back onto the minotaur's cock. With a large sense of love and
gratefulness towards Garine Susan did her best to bring as much excitement
and feeling to the inches she could get into herself. After several minutes
of sliding her pussy up and down on his shaft Susan had Garine pick her up
with her still on his dick and lay her on the ground. With her legs pushed
back against her body the minotaur finally started thrusting himself into
the girl as gently as he could without hurting her.

Slowly Susan's pussy started to wet itself as it's innerfolds were rubbed
against by the massive cock. Her body soon began to burn up and her pussy
was feeling warm. Susan could feel Garine's precum shooting inside her and
did her best to hold off orgasm until he came. As Garine rammed his thick
long cock into Susan he felt her do something he felt no minotaur do before.
Susan's pussy was starting to clamp down on his shaft and apply pressure.

Garine looked down at Susan whose body was taking a beating shaking quite a
bit with each of his thrusts. With sweat covering Susan's body and her hands
clutching at the ground she still had a big smile on her face. Then calling
out Garine's name Susan began to orgasm. Her body shook even more with an
intense first orgasm now coursing through it.

The minotaur kept driving his cock into the human's tiny pussy as her orgasm
slowly ended. Unbeknownst to either Susan or Garine with her cum slicking his
cock Garine managed to slip two more inches inside her. Susan's cunt quickly
became active again with the additional inches. With Garine's ten inches now
splitting her apart and filling her Susan felt her body get excited again.
With it her pussy started pressing down on Garine's cock again. After several
more minutes of hard thrusting Susan moaned loudly as she began to come
again. The tightness of his friend on his shaft became too much for Garine.
His dick exploded with a hard rush of semen into Susan's womb as his massive
loads shot one after another into her. When his orgasm finally stopped Garine
pulled out of Susan and sat down next to her. A few seconds later large
amounts of his seed started oozing back out of her cunt.

"There's another difference we're going to have to get used to," the minotaur
half-grinned.

"How was I? Was I good enough for you?" Susan asked still fearing to hear the
worst since this was her first time and she was a human with a minotaur.

"You were fine. I just hope I wasn't too rough with you."

"You were fine too. I guess there are things we both need to get used to. I'm
going to get into the lake and try to clean up a bit before I head back to
bed."

"Susan before you go there's something I'd like to ask."

"What is it Garine?"

"I don't know how Ruor and the others would react or even if they'd let us or
even how Lucy would react-"

"What is it Garine? You're rambling."

"In two seasons out tribe will be performing union ceremonies again. Would
you like to be perform one with me?"

"Do you mean get married?"

"I think that's what the building dwellers call it."

Susan was floored by Garine's question. She wasn't sure if she'd be ready for
marriage when she turned seventeen in a few months, but six months ago Susan
didn't think she'd be having sex with a minotaur either.

"Okay, I can see you're not quite ready for that yet. It's best if you get
cleaned up and return to your hut before anyone notices you're gone."

"Yes Garine, I would love to marry you."