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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Chronicles_of_Narnia_-_C._S._Lewis
  Relationship:
      Edmund_Pevensie/Lucy_Pevensie, Lucy_Pevensie/Tumnus
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-22 Words: 2815
****** Edmund the Wicked ******
by writingdirty
Summary
     Edmund and Lucy try to come to grips with having adult memories, but
     being trapped in the bodies of children. They long for Narnia and
     take solace in each other where they can.
We were not children. That much was certain.
"Oh, but Susan seems like such an old soul."
"Oh, Peter is wise beyond his years."
And what do they say of me? What do they know of me? What do they know of
Edmund the Just? What do they know of the boy who was once Edmund the Traitor?
Do they know that some nights I wake up shivering, memories of the never ending
winter and the Witch who broke me? Do they know that no matter what my siblings
think, the mere thought of Turkish Delight can make my knees give a little and
start hollow need inside of me? Do they know what it is to live a life, to
become a man, to be a king and then come back and have to grow up all over
again, knowing all the lessons life teaches?
Sometimes I think Susan is right. I see her moving on, moving away, finding a
new little wardrobe inside of herself and closing the door to it forever. I
envy her. I envy Peter as well. He is growing up for real, becoming a man in
this world, tall and brave.
In the end it is Lucy and me. In the end we sit together, alone, waiting for
our bodies to catch up to our heads and our hearts. Waiting to grow up in a
world where we will never be kings or queens.
It was not long after my time on the Dawn Treader. Lucy and I were still
children.
Lucy was always the strong one, stronger even than Peter. I was always the weak
one, though I put on a good front. All those long night, Lucy crying against my
shoulder. I couldn't help it! And she was too kind to stop me.
*
By the light of a candle we lay in my room, her head on my chest. Our broken
hearts only ever finding solace in recollection.
"Lucy, did you have suitors in Narnia?"
"You know I did," she said with a wry smile.
"And- did you ever kiss them?"
She didn't blush, but nearly did. She shrugged a bit against me.
"In all my years as queen, Ed? I kissed a few. Only kisses though," she said
with a deep sigh.
I nodded. It was a night like many others. Peter and Susan were off with school
friends and Lucy and I were home, cuddled close and talking of Narnia.
"And what of you? There were more than a few girls who came into Narnia looking
for the hand of Edmund the Just."
I looked at Lucy the girl and remembered Lucy the woman I had once known. I
remembered how she had grown tall and colt strong and imagined that I would see
that woman again in a few years. Her skin, porcelain. Her hair, ebony. Her
lips, cupid bow and softest pink. Now her face was still cherubic, still the
face of a child, but the eyes were those of the fairest in Narnia.
"There were a few-" I sighed and looked away.
"How many did you kiss? Did you ever fall in love, Ed?"
"Perhaps. It is a strange thing to hold power over a woman. To have them come
to your castle and be so eager to hold your attention. You would be surprised
at the things some women would do."
"Edmund! You don't mean they threw themselves at you?" She covered her mouth
and laughed.
"To say the least. The Calormen women were the worst! They would find ways of
getting me alone and then they would- dance for me."
Lucy smiled slyly.
"The worst? That's not most men's opinion of Calormen women's dances."
I smiled back at her, then my smile faded.
"I suppose not. But that was a different time."
Lucy hugged me.
"Is that what this mopping is about? You can meet girls at school, you can go
to dances and soon you'll be off to university. Unless you’re waiting for a
Calormen!"
We laughed.
"I guess it is just strange. It is strange to have adult feelings, but know
that I should still be, well, a boy. I was almost 26 when we left Narnia the
first time. I- still have feelings like a man."
"Did you ever- you know, do things with the women who came to your room. With
the dancing Calormen women?" Lucy said, not able to meet my eyes.
I looked down and smiled regretfully.
"Oh yes."
Lucy's eyes grew wide.
"You didn't! Edmund!"
She was shocked, but couldn't help laughing. I only shrugged.
"I was a king and as you said- they threw themselves at me," I sighed, sad but
now remembering the nights. Flickering candles and bronze skin. Their huge
brown eyes.
"Oh, Lucy, Peter did it too- sometimes two or three girls at once-"
"He did not!" she said, and hit me on the arm.
I laughed again and we both smiled.
"Perhaps he didn't, but then again Peter had his own troubles,” I said, but
broke off.
There was silence. The two of us sighed deeply. It was exciting talking about
it all again, remembering that magical time.
"Tell me about your first time with him."
Lucy choked at the question. "My- with-with who?"
I snorted and laughed, it was my old sarcastic little laugh that still came out
sometimes. "Oh come on Lucy, I'm not stupid."
Lucy's cheeks were red now, for real.
"Tumnus," I tried to keep the pain and the jealousy out of the saying it, but
it came out like a curse.
She fumbled for words. "I- we didn't-" but before she knew what was happening I
turned and was hovering over her looking into her eyes, pinning her down.
"I know it happened, Luc. I had a one of my guards follow you. I know it
happened on and off for almost a year and then he stopped it. You wanted to go
out into the public but he wouldn't have it. He didn't want people to talk. I
know it all Lucy except how it started. The details."
I let her go and fell back onto the bed beside her, staring at the ceiling.
"So tell me, Lucy. Tell me about the first time."
*
"He was a tender and terribly noble creature. He showed such reverence for me
even from the beginning. He wanted to protect me. I'm not sure when it turned
into- more. I know that I was 17 when I kissed him. He was so frightened that
he almost ran away."
Lucy stretched in bed and laughed. Her voice sounded like it did in Narnia, a
woman's voice. A queen's voice.
"I had to stand in front of the door to his little house so that he wouldn't
leave! Imagine. And I felt such power over him. I had always seen him looking
at me, though he tried so hard not to. When I walked to him and kissed him
again he backed up until his back was against the wall. His beard tickled my
face and I laughed. I kiss him on the lips and he tried to turn but eventually
he kissed me back. He was too hungry and too tired to holding himself back
anylonger.
"It was so strange, though I suppose I had never been with a human man so I
didn't know the difference. His- thing- it poked me in the stomach as we
kissed."
I was propped up on my elbow as I listened. "Proper words, Lucy."
Lucy didn't look at me. I knew I could be such a wicked boy, it felt good to
let myself. She smiled though.
"Fine. Yes. His- cock. I felt it and I didn't know what it was and I looked
down and saw this bit of red poking out from his furry crotch and I wondered
what it could be and then like a light it just went off.
"I looked him in the eyes and he wasn't sure what to do. I think he was scared
of me and what I might do, what he might do, that he would frighten me. I
kissed him more and pressed against him and somehow my hand moved down and took
hold of him and he tried to back away again, but I kissed him and I stroked him
trying to figure out what was the right way to do it.
"He tried to talk, tell me not to, but I just kissed away the words and I felt
him get bigger and bigger and I looked down to see him hard and pointing up
like an arrow. I remembered the books I read, the satyrs in the forest, all the
dirty books Peter tried to hide from me. I was innocent, but I had seen a few.
Even the Calormen books with their little illustrations. Positions and
instructions. So perverse, but they stuck in my head.
"I kneeled down like I saw in the pictures and I buried my head in the fur on
his legs and smelled the musky beautiful smell of him. He was making little
sounds, animal sounds both afraid and hungry too. Then I kissed it. His red
cock. Sort of like an animal's penis, but sort of like a man's I would find out
eventually. Red and sort of pointed. I kissed it and I sucked it. I felt
electrified and aroused and powerful.
"Then, suddenly the Mister Tumnus I knew was gone. He picked me up and spun me
around. His eyes were dark and full of need. He said nothing. He pulled up my
dress, I tried to help him but he slapped away my hands. He pulled it up
awkwardly and pulled down my knickers and then I felt his fingers in that place
no one had touched. Not even really me! A few little playful explorations, but
nothing like that.
"I was wet, I felt his fingers part me and rub the wetness around and then rub
against my little button and it was frightening and wonderful. Then- well, he
sort of mounted me, as an animal would. His hand on my shoulders and I felt his
hard wet cock thrust near my sex, rub against my thigh. He was making loud
animal sounds. His hands got rough and tight on my shoulders and then I felt
him slip near my wetness once, then-"
I watched my sister as she remembered. Her legs rubbed together and her hips
moved up and down a bit as she envisioned that first primal sexual coupling. I
couldn't help it, as her nightgown rode up her pale legs and she spoke of these
erotic deeds I felt myself harden. I watched her body as she spoke and wanted
her.
That want had always been there though. The secret want. It was a dark and
forbidden need. I made me remembered the White Witch. Remember that Turkish
Delight. Remember all the secret pleasures that cold dark woman brought me. The
things I could never tell a soul.
Before I could stop myself my hand was on Lucy’s exposed knee and she let out a
gasp.
"Go on with the story," I said in a low dark voice.
Lucy's pink lips trembled. It was bad. It was dangerous and wrong. But had been
so long since the woman inside of her had felt this way. I knew it. She closed
her eyes and remembered that pain so long ago. That sharp intense pain.
"It hurt. It hurt so very much. I shouted out. It was so strange that the
Mister Tumnus I knew was so completely possessed by his need, because I know he
wouldn't never ever hurt me on purpose. But he didn't stop- he thrusted into me
again and again."
I hand moved up her trembling leg as she spoke. Her skin was so young, so
flawless.
She turned and my mouth was so near her ear, her hair brushing against my lips.
The want filled my veins, my hands moved up and up her legs until the skin grew
hot and wet. Then her hands were on mine, stopping me.
"Edmund don't! I'm- I mean my body- I'm just a little girl now. You'll hurt me.
My body isn't ready for that."
I growled, but relaxed my arm, let her push me away.
"But Lucy! Please, I need you so badly,” I said, kissing her neck, burying
myself in her hair.
Lucy pulled away from me, her eyebrows wrinkled and her cupid bow lips pursed
in thought.
“We have to be careful, Ed. But maybe, we can, you know, but just a little.
Just let me, alright? You lay here,” she said, moving away from me and pushing
me on my back.
I nodded vigorously.
She looked beautiful in the candlelight. My angel, my queen, my Lucy. Biting
her bottom lip, she reached down and pulled down my pajamas a little, just
enough so that my hardness popped out. She jumped a bit, surprised at its
hardness.
She looked me in the eye with the seriousness of a woman, then. She faced me
and swung her leg over me, straddling me. She gathered her nightgown in her
hands and pulled it up to her waist and then settled down on me.
Oh, that heat, that long forgotten wetness and heat. It was almost too much for
me, mixed with the dirty forbidden fact that this was my sister, my little
sister.
She only hovered over me, her sex pressed against the length of mine. She
rocked and rocked, the slickness of her pussy sliding over me, though never
letting me slip inside of her. My hands went to her hips, then up her sides,
then finally to her small breasts.
I sat up and held her as she rocked. I kissed her neck and heard her breath
catch. I kissed her again and again until I reached her lips, but she dodged
mine.
“Please,” I beg, my voice sounding childish, whining.
She relented. Her lips were sweet, soft, small. She was restrained, but slowly
fell into the kiss. She gave herself to me in that moment and I reveled in it.
It was all I’d ever wanted.
I pulled at her nightgown, pulling it roughly over her head. She protested, but
I would have what I wanted.
Nude, she was a cherub, like cupid as a girl. Her blush ran down her neck to
her breasts. I sat up and suckled her, my hands on her ass, pulling and her
pushing her to grind against me harder.
She rode me like that, her eyes glazed, far away. I wondered if she was still
remembering that animal man fucking her, so long ago in another world.
I came to that thought, my own hot spray on my belly. I admit it wasn't the
first time I came thinking about that.
As we panted, Lucy stopped moving and slipped off me, then off the bed.
She looked down at the floor, perhaps fully realizing what we had done. Her
eyes grew wet and my heart broke. She took her nightgown from the floor and
slipped it back on.
She whispered a "goodnight," her voice cracking as she did, and then she ran to
her room.
It was worse than being a traitor for the White Witch. I was a traitor for my
own sick needs. I had soiled my precious perfect sister. My Lucy.
In the weeks that followed she grew distant. We didn't lounge together in the
evenings. I felt my exile from Narnia doubled. The weight in my heart often
immobilized me.
Then one night she came to me. She said nothing. She slipped into my bed next
to me and held me. She wept for a bit, into my shoulder, and I held her as I
had. I felt whole for the first time in ages.
I thought she might sleep there next me, once more finding some solace
together, forgetting out our sin, but after a few moment she turned to me
angrily and pounced on me, kissing me deeply on the lips.
She pulled away and glared at me.
"Damn you Edmund. All I can think about is rubbing against you. The heat and
the hardness of your body. How you made me confess my most secret sin. Damn you
for replacing my longing for Narnia for this new sick longing. Damn you for
awakening this new need in me," she spat, kissing me again and biting my lip.
She kept her eyes open when she kissed me, wild and angry eyes. Eyes full of
need. I realized in that moment the power. I realized that this dark passion
had become her Turkish Delight and with the magic of my words, I had become my
own White Witch.
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