The Night in Narnia - 2
#2 of A Night in Narnia
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As allways, this is adult stuff and one with holy memories of this books/films probably shouldn´t read this.
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- Edmund, the Just
The king couldn´t sleep. Even after this long day and all the tiredness that numbed in his muscles, there was no chance for sleep to come. Uneasy Edmund turned around in his pillows, for a second, he feared to have ripped his nightshirt of narnian silk. There was just thoughts so much in his head, so much to do, so much to think. Finally he threw away his cozy sheets and jumped out of the bed. He was the king after all, he didn´t have to sleep if he din´t wanted!
Heroically he stood there, wearing the leaden heaviness in his legs and arms while he rearranged his nightshirt and turned dramatically to do... what exactly?
Edmund froze in his movement. It feet like a swarm of bees in his mind, wanting to do something, but didn´t know what. It was night, the whole castle and all land were asleep. Sure, he was the king. All he need to do was order, and the servants would jump from her beds, fix him clothes and escort him to the new table of stone. There he would... face the same problem again.
"Do you wish for something, Your majesty?" lovely voice Stimme sang behind him. Startled Edmund turned, one hand lift with an imaginary sword. He starred into the twilight of his moonlight room, but couldn´t see anyone.
"Who is there?" he growled.
"Excuse me Your majesty, I forgot," the voice said. "Sisters!"
Something rambled near the table. Silent, just loud enough to stand over the silence. Edmund tried to focus his eyes and saw a golden plate moving over a nearby desk. Or better, the fruits in it. That did it for Edmund. Quickly he grasped a torch from the wall and lit it on the last burning coals in the chimney. It caught fire an Edmund felt instantly more confidant, now that he had at least something resembling a weapon in his hands. As he turned again, he looked at three figures standing in front of the moonlight window. They were tall, slender, and of a strange beauty. Something deep inside of him began to feel weird.
"Who are you?" he asked determined. At least he hoped to sound so.
The figures bow down to him. The one in the middle dared to speak first.
"Your majesty, may I introduce; my sisters Vina and Mirabella. My name is Fragaria. Your faithful servants for the night."
Edmund stood still. "What are you? Elfes? Ghosts?"
"Fairys, Your majesty. Fruitfairys, to be precise."
Slowly the young king relaxed a little and stock the torch back at the wall as he inspected the fairies in the flickering light.
At the first glance they looked like normal women. Very beautiful women, whos sweet faces did possess a sisterly resemblance. In the torchlight, their skin seemed to have a shimmery, almost greenish colour. This possibly reflected from the dresses, that fit them tight like a sock. They looked very much alike, manly differentiating in hair colour. Fragaria wore a fire red mane, Vina blue wisps and Mirabella lightly blond curls. Even their lips shone in the same colours. They seemed to be young, not older than Edmund himself, but the in their dresses tightly huged body's showed curves, that made the kings knees shaking. One look at the sisters touched something deep inside the king, that he only had felt once before. At the sight of Jadris, the white queen.
Never, never again; he had sworn to himself, would he be doped that like that. He pressed his back straight up and gave himself a pose of order.
"What do you want?" he asked with his most kingly voice.
The sisters bowed again. "To be at your service, majesty."
"And how came you to think, I would need your services at the moment?"
Fragaria answered again. "Your majesty seemed to have trouble with sleep. Verya normal after a day like this. And as many Narnians enjoy our gifts after a day of hard work, we wanted to present them personally to the new king."
"Sure, sure. Go on," Edmund hushed, even if he wasn´t all that sure to understand it all. They wanted to present him fruits, obviously.
The fairies faces lighted up, as they watched upon him.
"Then we are allowed your majesty, to present our gifts?"
Edmund smiled, more embarrassed then noble. It seemed to mean very much to these women. The three stand up from their bow.
"Sisters," Fragaria smiled "Only the best for our king!"
A loud rustling sound filled the air, and before Edmund could say a word his jaw dropped to the ground. The women defoliate in front of his eyes. Literally, the tight dresses crumbled like autumn leafs and fell from their bodys and like out of drying flowers three nude nymphs stepped to the king. Heat filled every inch of Edmund like a flood. There were no words left in his head, any cell in his brain was needed to comprehend and memorize what happend in front of him. He starred at things, he till now just heard rumors of. Wonderful things, like busom.
The nude fairyes grouped around him and began to dance. Their slender fingers hushed over the silken night shirt, and they all laughed at Edmund. Seductively, not to gloat at him. He might be young, but he knew that difference.
"Vina.", Fragaria said "The king is way to polite. Help him to forget his manners." As the other two fairies giggled, their blue haired sister slid in front of the king, her arms surrounded his neck like ranks, and kissed him. Edmund got surprised but kissed back nonetheless. It all happened by itself. All meaninfull thought had long left his mind. His tongue felt that of the fairy. They danced. Her sour saliva filled his mouth, it tasted like... like wine!
Greedy Edmund drank from the precious fairy's mouth, and didn´t even notice when her sisters opened his nightshirt. Only when his last clothes fell to the ground and cool night air touched his nacked body, he departed from Vina. He didn´t have to freeze for long. Soon the other two fairies came along, and pressed their warm soft bodies tight to the freezing king. Edmund marveled in their heat and smell, they smelled like a garden full of nude girls.
The fairies didn´t stop their dance, rubbing giggling and whispering over their king as they circled him. Edmund lowered his head, so that the six breasts touched his cheeks again and again. He wished for them never to stop. He tried to reach one, hold it, kiss it, suck it, but over and over the giggling fairies escaped his demands. Edmund was about to protest, as he fell onto his bed. Without him noticing, the fairys had guided him there. Now they slipped along side him. Their fingers all over him, but at least they stopped to spin. That Edmund would not let go by unused. Like a flash his arms closed around Fragaria's chest, he pulled her to him and pressed his face into her smooth bosom. The hard erect nipple slipped into his mouth like he belonged there, and as Edmund started to suckle the immediately was full of sweet juices. It tasted like strawberries.
"Ah! Your majesty!", Fragaria moaned. Her arms guided the king very lightly, all while her sisters began to open his legs.
Edmund drank and drank like there was no tomorrow. He loved strawberries, and as it was war there was not a single one to be found in old London town. Now he got as much as he could drink, and had to share with none. However, all of that faded compared to the feeling, of being surrounded by naked girls. Edmund thought he would loose his mind. He wanted to do something with them. With all of them, again and again. Yet he didn´t know a word to describe what he longed for.
"Narnias destiny stays and falls with it´s kings," Fragaria whispered in his ear "And it´s a pleasure to see our destiny staying so hard."
The fairies giggled. Edmund didn´t know exactly what they were talking about, but it had something to do with that what he wanted. From the most things he only had a vage perceptive, and the rest didn´t make much sense. Still this lack of knowledge didn´t distract as much as encourage him. Suddenly he felt something, that made him forget anything else.
Edmund froze, even Fragarias sweet teat slipped from his mouth. Dizzily shaking he looked down, and saw Mirabella's golden curls bobbing between his legs. The blond fruitfairy looked up to him, her lovely eyes shone like violet flowers in the first light of a day. Edmund would never forget her beautiful face, because she was the first who took his member in her mouth!
The thought alone that girl, a woman, could do something like that was more than he ever dared. To really feel this burst his imagination.
The king grunted and twisted under the fairy's grip. Mirabella had to be a master in this art. Edmund moaned in highest pleasure as he plunged in and out of her mouth, like in a frail wet peach. Her tongue, her fingers, they seemed to be anywhere. All only to fill him with lust.
Vina was crawling his stomach and Fragaria massaged his shoulders, while even more strawberry juice came from her breasts, but all that faded against Mirabellas sucking art.
The kings eyes fluttered, his world began to rock. Mirabella was sucking more and more greedy, her arms closed around his hips like branches. Edmund felt like anything inside him tightened, a giant excitement was building fast. Mirabella's big eyes looked up to him so longingly, before her lips grasped his member and shoved it all in her throat. Edmund howled, his body shook in the fairy's arms. He was exploding! Literally, as a hot flash raced through his head, and something hot and creamy shoot out of his member. It ripped all the tension whit it.
Edmund felt back on the bed, feeling so much lighter. As if he was hit with a hammer made of clouds and joy. He didn´t resist as the fairy's tugged him in, apparently he had just flown away otherwise. He didn´t mind anymore that his night shirt was gone. Everything was fine, finer than anytime before. Seen he fely tiredness rising in his bones and his eyes becoming heavy. Fragaria departed with praiseful words. Edmund barely registered, pure joy fogged his mind. He weakly nodded to her words let them go with a satisfied sought. As the fairy's turned away, he was already asleep.
"A sturdy king.", Vina giggled.
"Oh, have mercy.", Fragaria admonished her sister without severity. "He is young. and exhausted." She chuckled as she grasped her breasts and proudly presented them "And fully sated."
All fairies snickered.
"Apropos", Fragaria remembered "Sister mine, don´t you have something for us?" Mirabella smiled wordless and began to French kiss her sister. Vina also hugged them to be part of the rain of saliva. The sisters kissed for a long time, till all the kings seed was divided fairly between them.
"Mhmm," Fragaria purred while licking her lips. "This year will see fat berries."
"Should we really wait a whole year till we come back to him?", Vina asked "He is young and horny, and we have to make up for hundred years of winter."
"We will discuss that another time.", Fragaria decided "Come on girls, Narnia shall finally bring fruit again."
The fairies disappeared from the king's room, and in the year that followed strawberries, wine and peach grow more beautiful than ever before.