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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Chronicles_of_Narnia_-_C._S._Lewis
  Relationship:
      Aravis/Cor
  Character:
      Aravis, Shasta_|_Cor
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Teenagers, Teen_Romance, Mutual_Masturbation, Plot_What_Plot/
      Porn_Without_Plot, Shameless_Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-07 Words: 3149
****** Doing Things Their Way ******
by Snacky, Starbrow
Summary
     Starbrow said, "Why does no one write Cor/Aravis porn?" and Snacky
     said, "I don't know," and suddenly a wild PWP appeared.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Aravis first noticed that Cor couldn't stop staring at her breasts the summer
he turned fourteen. At first it was annoying, since it tended to hinder any
conversations they were having, because he was having such a hard time
remembering where her face was.
Armor helped, but was highly impractical most days. And rather heavy and hot.
But Aravis thought about it it a while, and she did have to admit it was
understandable, as her breasts were certainly fascinating, even to herself.
After looking at herself in the mirror in her bedroom one evening, naked in the
candlelight, she decided to let Cor stare to his heart's content.
She furthered this by wearing the most low-cut, tightly laced bodices she had —
luckily it was the fashion at the court of Anvard that summer, and Queen Susan
was happy to send her a few of the exquisitely made bodices that she wore,
decorated with the finest Narnian-mined jewels, once Aravis admired them, and
requested some of her own. (In fact, Queen Susan commented to Queen Lucy that
it was lovely to see Aravis finally taking an interest in clothes).
The first time she wore one, she thought Cor's eyes would pop out of his head.
And Corin was highly distracted that night at dinner as well. "What's that,
Father? Yes I think that would be breast — I mean best."
Aravis felt her experiment was quite a success, and spent the summer attired in
increasingly low-cut dresses that cinched in at the waist, showing of the rest
of the curves her body had developed. It was a relief, however, to unlace the
tight bodice at the end of the day in her boudoir and massage her freed
breasts, till the ache went away and a different ache altogether took its
place.
Aravis hadn't actually decided what to do about Cor, when late one night, after
she had changed into her nightdress, and slipped it down to her waist, so she
could massage her aching breasts, Cor burst into the room.
"Aravis! I forgot to tell you at dinner —" And then he stopped dead, forgetting
again what he meant to tell her as he took in the sight before him.
She made no motion to cover herself, although her cheeks went hot and a shiver
ran down her body at the way his eyes devoured her. All at once there seemed no
need to decide what to do; she wanted him to see.
"I ... uh... Aravis... oh..." Cor stuttered a bit, and it crossed his mind that
he should be apologizing and turning away, running out the door, but he felt
like he was frozen in place, and he couldn't help staring.
Aravis spoke at last. "You can stay, you know. Though a knock next time would
be lovely." A smile curved at her lips as she cupped a breast and Cor's eyes
burned, hungry and pleading.
Cor nodded, taking a step closer. "I'll remember to knock, I promise." He
couldn't tear his eyes away from her, even if he had wanted to. Finally, what
he'd been dreaming of, and imagining all summer, right before him, and Aravis
kindly displaying them to him. "What... what are you doing?"
Aravis raised a brow. "Wouldn't you be doing this all the time if you had
breasts?" She grinned at the way he goggled at her and stammered, "I … err ...
that is … you mean girls do that?"
"Of course they do!" said Aravis, laughing.
Cor couldn't help grinning when Aravis laughed, but he couldn't take his eyes
from breasts, watching as her hands moved over them, squeezing lightly,
pinching a hard nipple between her fingers. Actually, Cor was still beside
himself at just seeing her nipples. He couldn't believe he had the good fortune
to burst into her room while she was naked from the waist up, and touching
herself, and was pretty sure he'd dreamed about this more than once this
summer. He was terribly hard and wanted more than anything to do something
about it, to touch either her or himself, but not wanting to offend her either
with his boldness. Him being here at all was a fortunate (very fortunate)
mistake, but he wasn't sure how long his luck would hold. (Or his cock, he
thought wistfully.)
Aravis, for her part, was quite pleased to see that Cor was wearing nothing but
his nightshirt, which was now tenting rather visibly as he stared at her.
"Don't boys touch themselves?" she asked, pretending to be innocent in this
matter. Of course they did, and of course she knew it. She'd caught both the
twins, at one time or another, sneaking off, and she couldn't help but satisfy
her curiosity and follow them. Of course, those spying sessions had ended with
relief for the boys, and Aravis hot and aching, with a flood of wetness between
her thighs. As was happening right now, actually.
Cor blushed. "I thought girls aren't supposed to know about that sort of
thing."
Aravis eyed the bulge in the front of his nightshirt, remembering the glimpses
she'd seen of it from her hiding place and rubbing her thighs together at the
thought of him, cock in hand as he worked it furiously, and she wondered if he
ever imagined her as he pleasured himself. Perhaps he would do so tonight,
thinking of her as he'd found her like this, breasts exposed and caressed in
her hands.
Cor shivered as he realized where she was directing her glance, but ... well,
couldn't exactly hide himself now, and didn't really want to. Actually, he was
just glad she wasn't throwing him out, and he took a nervous step closer to
her. "I ... uh... you have lovely breasts, Aravis," he said nervously, wanting
both to compliment her, and to ensure she didn't change her mind and decide he
must go.
"You can touch them, if you like," said Aravis, as if she didn't suspect he'd
been dreaming about doing exactly that all summer. "At least, I think they feel
nice. But you're welcome to see for yourself."
He made a little noise in the back of his throat before clearing it and saying
as he stepped forward, "If you'd really like me too..."
Aravis nodded and cupped her breasts in her own hands, as if offering them.
"Yes … if you'd like to!" And then she had to hide a grin at the way Cor rushed
forward and covered both her breasts with the palms of his hands, and then
stood there, frozen, as if in shock at his own daring. She shivered slightly as
her nipples hardened at the touch of someone beside herself.
His hands felt different, rougher, bigger, a boy's hands, Cor's hands touching
her, and she was dying to feel more. She gave a little moan of encouragement,
and the sound seemed to snap him into action, for suddenly he was squeezing her
breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers like he did not know what
to play with first. Cor of course was much clumsier at it than she was herself
but she didn't mind the rough way he toyed with them...somehow, it was making
her even wetter.
Cor was just staring down at his hands on her breasts, as if he couldn't
believe what he was doing. Oh, this was quite amazing and so hot and he could
feel his cock straining against his nightshirt as he squeezed and touched and
explored her breasts thoroughly. Girls' nipples got hard! He had not known that
happened! He thought his cock might explode without even a single stroke, it
felt so good just playing with Aravis's breasts. He pushed this thought aside
and wondered what else he didn't know about girls. "How...how do you do it?"
"Do what?" Aravis looked at him curiously.
Too needy to be ashamed of his ignorance, Cor went on. "Touch yourself."
Aravis grinned. "I'll show you, if you'd like." She turned and walked over to
the bed, and Cor was both disappointed at being pulled away from her enticing
breasts and mystified as to why she needed to go anywhere in the first place to
show him how she liked her breasts touched. And then as she sat down on the bed
she pulled up the skirt of her nightgown and pushed down the drawers of her
underthings and Cor's mouth fell open.
He felt like his mouth had gone completely dry as he stared at her, breasts
momentarily forgotten as he looked between her legs. Breasts he had imagined,
but this ... this was completely new. Granted, most of what he could see was
tight curls of hair, but there were tantalizing glimpses of pink between the
curls. He glanced up at Aravis's face, barely daring to take a breath.
She was looking at him too, watching with the hint of a smile on her face as
she ran a hand up her thigh. He couldn't help returning once more to that
mysterious area, the valley between her thighs where wonderful little dips and
ripples and unknown parts lay waiting to be explored. He was almost glad she
was the one leading the exploration, for he had no idea how one went about it.
From the way Aravis was smiling, Cor suspected she knew this too. He followed
the motion of her hand parting the curls and dipping into the folds of her
womanhood.
Cor glanced up at her face, returning her smile with a tentative one of his
own, before he redirected his gaze to between her thighs, watching with
fascination as she spread her curls, and gazing at the pink bits in something
close to awe. He kept his eyes locked on her fingers, as she slid them over
herself — her pussy, he said silently to himself, thinking of one of the words
he had overheard the older boys at court use — surprised to see that they were
glistening with some hidden wetness.
He wondered if it was anything like his own seed, but that didn't make sense,
since most of the wetness happened at the endfor him, not at the beginning. And
Aravis looked like she was just getting started. She kept doing different
things: sometimes using her thumb to trace circles over the little pink nub
sticking out, sometimes pressing two fingers against her pussy and rubbing, and
sometimes even using her whole palm. And then sometimes her finger would
disappear, and he wanted very much to know exactly what it was doing in there
and what it felt like, for it looked very interesting going in and out.
Cor sank down to his knees in front of Aravis, all the better to see exactly
what she was doing. He watched as her fingers moved a bit faster, glancing up
at her face, which was flushing from the activity.
Aravis shuddered minutely — doing this felt so good, but Cor watching her,
getting close up and staring, was making her even more excited. She paused for
a moment, and reached for his hand, putting it on her breast again. "There.
Touch me, while I do this. It feels sooooo good." And she could not help the
soft moan that escaped her lips.
Overwhelmed with all the wonderful effects her body was having on him, Cor
nodded mutely and complied, happy to once again be touching her. She leaned
into his touch and groaned softly. This was such a new and yet familiar vision
of Aravis - passionate, fully engaged in her task, yet soft and open before
him, her hard angles gone and replaced with lush flesh at every juncture.
He couldn't help it, he used the hand not busy squeezing her breasts to grasp
himself through his nightshirt. He wanted to stroke himself to completion as he
watched Aravis, but he also didn't — didn't want to take his attention from
her, didn't want to miss a moment of her fingers playing between her thighs,
the dark curls damp and glistening in the candlelight, her breast firm, yet so
soft in his hand. But squeezing his cock, with the fabric of his nightshirt
wrapped around it, offered enough relief but didn't distract him from Aravis.
But he noticed her eyes would flutter open and fall on him, locked on the sight
of his hand fisting his concealed cock, as her hand began to move with more
intensity over her own sex. She — she liked looking at him, Cor realized with a
shock, the thought sending an extra twinge of pleasure to his groin. She liked
watching him do this. He deliberately slowed his own movements down as hers
grew faster; if he continued, he wouldn't be able to help himself and he might
miss something important in his own pleasure. He watched intently as Aravis
slid her fingers in and out of herself, in a careful rhythm, rubbing the pink
nub that had been hidden between her folds but now seemed visibly swollen. It
was all so fascinating, he wanted to try touching her there himself, but didn't
have a hand free at the moment.
Aravis glanced at him, from half-closed eyes, and sighed happily as she built
to her peak. The only thing that could have made it better was if Cor was
naked, as she so often imagined him when she touched herself. But, she thought,
there will be time for that later... and her lips curved into a breathless
grin.
She closed her eyes and let her fantasies take over, augmented by the delicious
sensations Cor's hand caressing her breast in time to the stroking of her
fingers on her clit. She returned to her favorite memory of Cor behind the
stables, trousers half pushed down and hand wrapped around his cock, his face
grimacing in ecstasy as he released all over his hand...and that was enough to
send her over the edge. Aravis squealed in pleasure as she came hard around her
fingers.
Cor stared, breathing hard, as he watched her come. Very different from what he
did himself - no real mess there at the end, to indicate completion — but
still, she had come, there was no doubt in his mind, watching as she arched her
back and went rigid for a moment, listening to her sound of pleasure. He
squeezed his cock again, hard this time, so close to coming himself after
watching her and wanting to back himself away from the edge. His other hand
though, kept playing with her breast. He didn't think he'd ever stop wanting to
touch her.
Her dark eyelashes swept her cheek as she opened her eyes again. "I...I want to
see you," she said, her own breath coming in pants. "Like you saw me. Without
your shirt."
Swallowing hard but eager to please, Cor tore the nightshirt off over his head
and saw her bite her lip and rub a lazy finger over her pussy while her gaze
swept his length.
"Keep going," she urged. So he did.
Aravis sighed again, watching him stroke himself. She'd seen it before of
course, but this was the first time she'd allowed herself to stare openly, to
look at how big his cock looked in his hand. Of course, she hadn't much basis
for comparison — aside from Corin's, Cor's was the only cock she'd ever seen,
and the twins were identical in that way as well — but she thought it looked
very big, and very red, as he wrapped his fist around it, and pulled, with
quick, firm tugs. The heat between her thighs didn't cool at all, and she
gently spread her own wetness around her clit, watching as a drop of fluid
appeared at the tip of his cock.
Boldly, she reached with her free hand and touched an inquisitive finger to
that bead of wetness. What would it taste like? Aravis was torn between putting
her finger to her mouth and continuing to touch the firm head of his cock, but
he seemed to have that well in hand, although he groaned a little at the light
brush of her hand. But she was curious whether his wetness would taste like
hers, so she brought her finger to her lips and licked it tentatively. She
barely had time to register the salty tang before her focus was drawn to Cor's
hand flying over his cock, in a fast fierce rhythm that was building to a
climax surely much the same way her own did.
And that was all Cor needed to see, Aravis swiping the drop of slick wetness
from his cock, and licking it off her finger to push him over the edge. He
stroked himself furiously, watching her face, other hand still squeezing her
breast, realizing this was like almost every single dream he'd been having of
her, all summer long. He could feel his climax building, panting harshly as he
worked his cock with rough strokes, and then he was gasping and coming, with a
strangled shout, seed shooting from his cock so hard, some of it landing on
Aravis' belly, and the rest spilling over his hand.
"Fuck,"he said raggedly, as there did not seem a better word to sum up the
situation so well, seeing Aravis covered in his come and smiling, half naked,
in front of him. He took a few deep breaths, tugging a few more times at his
still-hard shaft, and wondered if he should let go of her breast. But then she
quirked an eyebrow at him, ran a questing finger down her belly, and scooped up
some of the sticky fluid from it. "You missed," she said, her eyes laughing,
and she spread it right over her breasts. "Wasn't it supposed to go here?"
Cor went weak in the knees and sank down next to her on the bed, pleasantly
shocked by her actions, and completely unsurprised that his cock was still hard
in his hand.
Aravis couldn't help smiling — despite her lack of actual experience, like all
Calormene girls, she had been trained in the erotic arts, although she hadn't
gotten past the beginner lessons before she had fled with Hwin and Bree and
Cor. Still, judging by the look on Cor's face, she was doing just fine.
She leaned back with her arms extended behind her, so that her chest was pushed
forward prominently. The results were predictable. His full attention was drawn
to her breasts once more. “Next time,” said Aravis casually, “we can put
today’s lessons to good use on each other.”
Cor leaned forward and kissed her mouth urgently. "Next time, maybe we should
start with kissing?" he asked, grinning at her boldness.
Aravis shrugged. "We've never started off the right way before. Why change
anything now?"
He couldn't help agreeing with her. "Seems about right to me," he said, and
finished this time off with another kiss.
End Notes
     snacky: I was thinking of Aravis/Cor/Corin too. Threeway twincest!
     starbrow: sdflkjwef
     snacky: i might burn in hell
     starbrow: WHY HAS NOBODY DONE THIS
     Snacky: because in Narnia fandom only I am willing to burn in hell?
     Evidently we're both willing. It's not threeway twincest, but it's
     something. :D
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