Love is such a strange thing to fight for. You’re always thinking that you’re doing what is right and just, but doesn’t it blind you as well? And who decides on what’s wrong or otherwise? Usually, people who you trust and love, right?
Edmund kept thinking about it, having second doubts about this whole war on what is ‘right’. Just minutes ago he stood on brave steed just next to Peter, which he loved dearly just like the siblings do. But it didn’t mean that Edward trusted his judgments all the time. What if he’s wrong? What if Aslan is wrong?
But Aslan is no more.
While he was ridden with guilt on what happened all over this time in Narnia and with the Queen herself, it was chilling doubt that at the beginning turned his heart into a block of ice, but over the months the sensation was warmer, changing his hesitation into burning desire for resolution, finishing this foolish conflict once and for all.
For an observer it could look rather peculiar, seeing Edmund having all these deep thoughts in the middle of combat. But none of the Narnians knew that the boy wasn’t in any danger and never was. While the Queen’s army thought they couldn’t harm the boy because Jadis had far more gruesome plans for him, the truth was far darker than that.
“I’ve got you!” 
The sword met with the minotaur axe in the eruption of sparkles and jarring metallic sounds. Peter had enough strength to repel the attack of the bovine beastman, ensuring his little brother’s safety. Edmund was more than impressed by his skills but also upset that everything was for naught, especially his bravery and determination. He looked upward at where the White Queen was leading her forces. His destination.
Everything moved in quick motion in his vision, like all the soldiers on both sides weren’t important at all to him, turning into blurs. Everything except ‘her’. Queen’s words echoed inside his skull, guiding him forward on the invisible path, undisturbed by anyone else. ‘You’ll strike my wand,’ he heard in Queen’s voice. ‘But your sword will miss. Strike Aslan instead’.
He didn’t understand the last command, since the Lion was dead, sacrificing himself for his life. But he didn’t want to be saved by anyone, feeling guilt that it had to happen so needlessly. So much violence and deaths over nothing, when the solution was so incredibly simple.
Submit. Or perish.
While most of the figures were almost indistinct in his eyes, there was one so sharp and obvious like taken straight from the painting. White Witch, a name that he started to hate long ago, preferring the more distinguished one. Jadis. He loved the sound of that so much, Edmund wished to whisper it again right into her ear.
His thoughts were so far from the battle, he felt like he was floating, away from all this foolish quarrel, focused on his true love instead. Although she didn’t wear her usual, snowy white gown like the first time they’d met, Jadis still knew how to dress up, especially for the battle. If Edmund didn’t know her, he would think that woman looked more like a leader of barbaric forces, instead of the cold ruler in the icy kingdom. 
The way how her furred scarf looked, covering her chest gave her the raw look of a strong, savage warrior. Edmund needed a moment to realize that it wasn’t the fur of a random beast found in the wild. And knowing the circumstances, it couldn’t belong to anyone else but to Aslan himself. But the young boy didn’t feel any anger or even confusion, knowing that she deserved a trophy.
After a long while he snapped out of the temporary daydreaming. The blaring sounds of battle increased tenfold, while Edmund felt shaking the ground under his heavy boots. The forces where he found himself right in the middle should feel overwhelming at first, but none of these facts made him afraid, knowing the Queen was here. But what had to be one, was inevitable.
The neutral observer would find it baffling, seeing the minotaurs ignoring the boy and going after the Narnians instead, leaving their leader completely vulnerable to a sudden attack. Although Jadis wasn’t one of the rulers who would watch the battle from afar, more preferably in the tent, moving figures on the map. She was here and ready to get her hands dirty.
Queen Jadis was already on the foot, leaving her carriage long minutes ago, searching for blood. It could look insanely overdramatic when the most powerful witch in these lands slowly approached the weak child she once seduced. But only those who didn’t know all the facts would make such a picture.
The prophecy words kept echoing through Edmund’s head, making him tighten the grip around the hilt of his longsword, ready to strike but still remembering what was he supposed to do. His short black hair waved in the sudden wind while his eyes burned with an unusual glint. Jadis wasn’t startled at all seeing this like she wanted to say ‘Bring it, foolish child’ in her typical, intimidating tone.
And just like it was foretold, a sudden roar reverberated through the whole battlefield, making the combatants temporarily lose their focus, turning their heads towards the source, either sign of their victory or doom, depending on which side they were on
Just like a phoenix from the ashes, He rose from the fallen. The lion who always bore the light in times of darkness. The flame in the deadly colds. A friend in need. A blade which will cut through the wicked and those who crossed him. 
Aslan.
Edmund’s heart sank again, remembering how the lion sacrificed himself so he could live happily with the siblings. But not only they couldn’t reach their home beyond the wardrobe, but all of them also had to fight in this foolish war. For a moment, Edmund considered disobeying the Queen’s wishes and helping Aslan instead. But that thought was no more.
The lion swiftly like a Mustang, all four of his muscular limbs working with pure, raw strength, stretching out their muscles, his heart beating fast in sudden bursts of fury and sense of justice, mixed with fiery revenge. The beast skillfully avoided all the combatants and focused on only the target. Edmund could swear he notices a tiny smirk on Queen’s pale face.
Knowing it was now or never, Edmund placed a second hand on the hold of his weapon, now staring directly at Jadis’s long wand made of Onyx Crystal. He was sure the blade that Aslan gave him would be enough to turn White Witch’s rod into pieces, making sure to stop her cruel ruling over Narnia once and for all. Or at least that’s what Lion hoped to happen.
Sensing Aslan’s presence, the boy eventually lifted his sword with both arms, noticing how surprisingly light that weapon was. The blade itself shined under the sun, creating an illusion of rising flame, ready to burn its target. Seeing this, Jadis look straight at Edmund, raising both her sword and the wand, forcing him to make a decision.
The sounds of strong paws against the grassy ground thumped inside his head, getting louder and louder. His heart raced, making him dizzy like he was slowly losing consciousness. But with Aslan’s sword high above his head, Edmund finally struck with all of his might in the sounds of a lion’s roar that cut through the air.
Then… nothing…
Edmund’s sword hit the ground below him, completely missing the only weapon that mattered in this battle. Aslan himself who successfully pounced towards White Witch, couldn’t sink his teeth and claws into his sworn enemy, quickly parred with a swift strike of Jadis’ sword.
“Did you think you’re the only one who knows the prophecy, oh False Kind? You should’ve stayed in your place.” The Queen raised her wand, the blinding light rapidly growing from its tip, gathering all the magical power from the rod itself. The confused King looked at the boy, not understanding the situation. How could prophecy be wrong? He thought, fearing the worst.
But then…
The Lion wasn’t able to see the sword’s tip landing on the ground, far away from the rod. He was already a large piece of marble. Just seconds before that, without making a cliche speech or monologue that antagonists love so much, Queen Jadis simply raises her staff, causing its tip to create a rapidly glowing orb of light, quickly lowering the temperature around it. Fixating hard on her biggest foe, White Witch couldn’t stop her smirk right before casting a ground-shaking spell, which caused some of the soldiers to look in its direction, briefly forgetting about the battle. The lion himself growled, finding the last shred of strength within him, able to pounce towards the Witch, even preparing his devastating swipe. But…
“Aslan!”
Peter thought he was dreaming. They all thought it was possible to defeat White Witch, especially when they had the lion on their side, just resurrected from his premature demise. It didn’t make any sense to him, how things went horrible so quickly, diminishing all the hope in Narnian’s soul that instant. Although as an outsider, he was determined enough to at least try. But then… who will take care of all his younger siblings?
After the blinding light was gone, both humans could see a terrifyingly beautiful statue near them. It could be considered a work of art if it wasn’t still in the middle of the devastating battle and the figure wasn’t made from a living being. Made of purely white marble, Aslan was still mid-pounce, just lying on the ground due to his sheer weight. When more and more Narnians saw what happened, it crushed them from the inside.
Queen Jadis stood tall on the hill, firmly grasping her wand, and looking at the unfolding battle on the horizon. With one strike of her weapon against the ground she created a snow-infused gust of wind. Gigantic in size but rather weak in power, since its purpose was simply for theatrics and for forcing Narnians to look towards the Queen and her newest trophy. She needed their attention, wanting to stop this conflict once and for all. She commanded two of the minotaurs to lift the statue, way above their heads, before making a speech. Her voice, also enhanced by the wand’s magic, echoed through the valley.
“Your False King is defeated! If you want to have a chance to have him back, drop your weapons and submit to your only righteous ruler! There will be no negotiations. Surrender and I will let you all go, making you my subjects from now on. Accept my terms. Or perish.”
Most of Queen’s forces simply stopped fighting, unless their direct foes still tried to fight. They stared at Narnians in an intimidating way, simply waiting for new commands from the former Queen, ready to strike and crush everyone in their path. But diplomacy was first, even if it was incredibly harsh and one-sided, without room for negotiations. And just like that, the Narnians surrendered.
Peter just couldn’t accept it, seeing all of his fellow soldiers not even trying to retaliate, not seeing any way to overcome this madness. His shaking hand tried to grasp the hilt of his sword harder, ready to sacrifice himself in one final strike, even if it was foolishly suicidal. But then he kept thinking about Susan and Lucy. How will they survive without their big brother? Because surely Edmund will not be enough, who betrayed them all. Or was it just Peter’s imagination?
He was one of the last soldiers who dropped his swords on the ground with an audible clink, kneeling before the Queen submissively. Everything was for his family, no matter how grim their future looked from now on. But at least they were safe for now, although without Aslan in charge, it surely could only mean a new, cold, and snowy era. The same one they just ended recently.
Edmund looked at all those forces who surrendered without a fight, just because their king was in grave danger. It made him think, how much authority the Queen had, not seeing the tyrannic facade behind her actions. In a way, he imagined that Narnians were somewhat submitting to him as well. Deep inside, he felt that White Witch will reward him, unable to predict what will happen next. He gazed toward Jadis with a weak smile. A strange, chilling feeling struck his heart, noticing a genuine smile on her pale face, her eyes remaining colder than ice itself.
“Bring my carriage and load up the foolish kitten. But before doing that, we should show our trophy to anyone who will try to oppose us in the future. Any shred of hope must be quenched right here.” She delivered her statement to nearby minotaurs, who bowed before her, acknowledging her wishes.
Two of the horned, massively muscular bovines who were just barely covered with their leathery loincloths, with loud grunts they lifted the sizeable and surprisingly heavy statue. Their muscles pulsated, holding the defeated king high in the air for everyone to see with their horror-filled eyes. Not only the Narnians but the descendants of Adam and Eve as well. 
Except for Edmund.
Most of the soldiers couldn’t look anymore at their leader turned into cold stone, but because of their sheer respect towards him, every Narnian had to endure this horrific sight, destroying every last shred of optimism in their hearts. After moments that felt like the longest winter, the statute was finally hauled on the carriage, before Queen and Edmund took their respective places along with it.
Peter had many words on their mind, still believing that it was only just a ruse made up by his beloved brother, but it was far too late for anything good to happen. He looked at his sisters, deciding to pick them up and think of a plan of what to do next. But before he could make a step, the Queen smirked towards him and her voice sent chills down his spine.
“And where do you think you’re going, child?”

*****

Cair Paravel was nothing like Ice Palace and it showed. No tall, pearly white towers or gigantic, snowy walls. No chill corridors and piles of snow so dense, they were sturdier than the stone itself. But it was Narnia’s capital and Queen Jadis couldn’t rule from her castle. Even her respected ancient tradition, although could be also transformed as well.
The vast space inside the throne room was still covered with the previous decorations, respecting all the previous leaders, especially Aslan himself. The green-colored coats of arms adorned each wall, where the painted lion looked fiercely at anyone who dared to enter here with evil intentions. But it wasn’t the biggest, chilling thing to notice.
“Aslan…”
Edmund gasped quietly, solely approaching the throne room after he was told by the Queen to wait up there for her to come back. He knew that Jadis had to deal with the rest of his siblings, who were staring at him all the time in pure disbelief and broken hearts. But the youngest boy couldn’t muster enough strength to look straight into their eyes, still filled with guilt. But there was another sensation deep inside him, that at least tried to justify his actions.
Now he could only gaze upon a probably ice-cold stone statue, sitting in between two throne chairs in the middle, out of four presented between his eyes. It was a rather twisted irony, when the defeated king, or rather his remains were standing nearby empty seats, where the children of Adam and Eve were supposed to be. Not the Kind could only feel the void around him, since Edmund didn’t dare to take his righteous seat. Not without White Witch’s permission.
The boy approached the statue, the sounds of his steps echoing through the eerie, empty room which was supposed to be filled with laughter and cheering for a new era of peace and prosperity. But even Queen’s subjects weren’t here, probably ‘convincing’ Narnians to submit completely to their new ruler. But Edmund didn’t think about it, since it would only increase his already heavy burden, the guilt that made his heart sink.
After finally getting close to Aslan, he first looked into his eyes, the two perfectly round marbles inside the skull, which were absent of any emotion with them, contrary to the expression on the furred, distinguished face. His slightly opened maw added to his most recent reaction of complete disbelief at what Aslan witnessed just mere seconds before his demise. Although Edmund still believed that the lion’s essence was still somewhere inside him. After all, he already came back from the dead once.
The boy got curious about how King was built, not having many opportunities or his consent to check what Narnia’s version of a godlike creature looked like. Did it have all the body parts? He questioned himself, slowly getting bolder, but also more shameful with his way of thinking, but only momentarily. And since he had nothing better to do, why not just satisfy his childlike curiosity?
Because of the lion’s current state, Edmund couldn’t move the body parts around as intended, hoping he could open his mouth wider to see full sets of the potentially, razor-sharp teeth. Even if the King never seemed to be an aggressive type, he was always ready to defend the weaker ones. That thought alone stung his chilled heart once more, although with each one he was getting increasingly numb to regret.
In his world, Edmund never saw a real lion before so up close so he didn’t have any comparison between the feral ones at the King himself. He eventually placed his hand on Aslan’s hide, expecting the coldness of the stone, but the sudden sensation made him lose breath for a brief moment.
The skin… felt alive!
Although it wasn’t exactly warm, the lion’s flesh still radiated with weak heat, like there was a tiny spark of fire behind a thick wall of ice. Lion’s hide was much harder when Edmund couldn’t ruffle his fingers through the fur. He could only now make conclusions with his eyes alone, observing each muscle and tendon. Saying that he was impressed by the state of his body would be an understatement.
The way the flesh was carefully chiseled by unknown and ancient powers, made Aslan look no less than a demigod, not having a single flaw anywhere. He had enough necessary fat to give warmth during colder times, which were a normal occurrence with White Witch around, but still, the muscles were well outlined, almost throbbing with raw strength. Edmund felt something strange stirring in his stomach area, but couldn’t understand why. Was that a primal dominance of the other animal?
He squatted next to the extended claw, ready to strike its target with spread digits, each one wielding at least a two-inch long nail. Perhaps nothing impressive in length alone, but after seeing the incredible shard edges, even in this state could easily pierce through flesh and damage the bone beneath it. The way the paw was raised, gave Edmund the impression that it swung with immense, inhumane strength. After finishing with the limb, the young boy investigated further.
Perhaps it would look at least suspicious if any of Jadis’ guards entered the room, seeing Edmund touching the defeated King’s body for unknown purposes, but it was more substantial than Edmund’s will. Although thrown into the war while others had extremely high expectations of him, didn’t stop Edmund to remain what he was - a confused twelve-year boy. With apparently twisted curiosity.
Adam and Eve’s descendant kneeled right under Aslan, touching well-defined stomach muscles, again wondering if the lion felt the boy’s slightly warm hand or was at least aware of his surroundings. He eventually stood up and walked behind him, noticing the raised tail, stretched far enough to work as a whip and secondary weapon. Maybe… why not? Edmund thought.
He looked straight under it, surprised by his curiosity and boldness, although it was a legitimate question if such powerful beings like the lion were anatomically correct through and through. He made an expression of mixed awe and excitement, looking straight into the tight entrance. After a few seconds of thinking, he decided not to mess with that hole any further. But there was something else, far more interesting than a feline’s anus.
The so-called ‘jewels’.
Now there was a body part he could compare himself to, but of course, his wasn’t even partially hairy and was rather small. But this one was incredibly heavy, judging how far the skin was stretched because of the immense weight of the sizeable, perfectly round orbs contained within the sack. Edmund was amazed that even such body part wasn’t even slightly imperfect. But perhaps others would consider the appearance of even having something like that a flaw by itself. Edmund couldn’t help himself, but rub his palm against one of the balls, when…
“Majestic, isn’t it?”
Edmund swiftly stood up, straightening his back and looking directly at the queen who alone entered the throne room. No ceremony, no guards. Like she had just entered a cozy home, instead of the most important structure in the whole of Narnia. But since the opposing forces were defeated and deeply humiliated, she didn’t fear anything that could try to stop her. She looked from the boy to Aslan’s cold body with a hint of a smile.
“I hope you satisfied your curiosity. I was wondering where that impudent kitten’s strength was coming from. And it’s not his muscles, intelligence, bravery or…” she scoffed momentarily “...his power of love. No, it is something far more powerful. And you, dear Edmund, will help me with that.”
The boy looked at the queen with a respectful expression on his face, treating Jadis more than a mentor, a teacher, and a mother figure he never had in his short, rather miserable life where he always seemed so insignificant and weak, compared to other siblings. But with the right direction, Edmund was sure that others will finally look at him as an important and wise figure, a real authority. Maybe even a king?
“Come with me. I’ll reveal to you what I truly mean on how to defeat Aslan once and for all.” Her genuine smile swiftly shifted into a tight line, while she looked down upon him with a stern gaze, expecting downright obedience. Even if he was supposed to be the most important cog in her scheme, she still had to show who is in charge, being the one and only ruler of this realm.
Edmund couldn’t help himself but look confused, wondering how it was possible to overcome someone so pure and almost divine. After all, Aslan was still a powerful being, even in this state, since he was resurrected once before. And if it wasn’t for Edmund’s betrayal, the lion would probably succeed, while making the boy still less important than a more successful sibling, Peter.
Jadis moved her head, silently commanding the boy to follow her towards the stairs just outside the room, they were leading to a spot right above the throne room, the same one that had a fancy, small balcony overlooking the main room, probably for the special events in the kingdom. And perhaps one of them was coming quite soon, although probably when Narnians will finally accept their fate.
Edmund kept following his queen, finally realizing that her scent was incredibly subtle. He thought that someone in her position would even reek of perfumes, but it was actually like smelling flowers burrowed deep under a mound of pure snow. But the boy was now more focused on her words, thinking about what she said about Aslan himself. And what that meant for his future.
Eventually, at the very top of the stairs, they managed to reach a brass, tall door like it was trying to hide a treasure behind it. Edmund quickly went towards it, wanting to open it for his queen but Jadis swiftly stopped him with her wand, silently commanding him to step back. She raised the staff before a small ball of light formed at the tip. They both heard several clacking noises, unlocking the well-guarded doors.
Inside there were more pathways, exactly four of them. Each had an additional door with a strange, ancient symbol on every one of them. Jadis approached the third one, apparently knowing what the emblem meant, judging by her satisfied smirk. Jadis turned to the boy, her eyes piercing his clothing again.
“It’s your door, Edmund. Open it.”
The Son of Adam nodded with his head, knowing he had no spells to use, but something invisible guided his hands towards the latch. The metal part felt surprisingly warm under his palm before he finally unlocked it and pushed the wooden door forward, revealing what was inside. Edmund had no idea what to expect, what wonders and beauty if Jadis truly wanted to come here. But…
“It’s… a bedroom.” He said, reeling that room had barely any decorations. Yes, the bed was the most valuable piece of furniture in this whole room, judging by its size which could hold at least three people and had a plethora of soft, silken pillows on it. But besides that, the room looked pretty standard with its wardrobe and chairs. Edmund gave his Queen a puzzled look, before remembering what she tried to tell him.
“Correct. Now, before I share with you all the knowledge you need to defeat Aslan, you first need to strip down completely. Take your time…” she said with a sweet tone in her voice, but looking into her cold eyes, Edmund immediately knew that her patience had its limits. “Such a handsome, young man knows how to please a woman. That’s just a first but important step.”
Feeling how her chilling stare pierced through his clothing and metal, the boy quickly removed his layers with audible clinks whenever each piece hit the floor in a sign of total submission before the queen, just like the other defeated subjects did after a lost battle. With visibly trembling fingers, Edmund managed to take off all the armor, before struggling with all the buttons and strings from his clothing. Her cold gaze didn’t help at all, making him more and more nervous.
She kept standing before him, looking patient and restless at the same time. While judging by her stoic behavior and unchanging expression, Edmund could feel her annoyance growing within her, each time he messed up with a button, or was unable to unknot the string. Eventually, he exposed his bare and pale skin above his waist to her, knowing well it wasn’t nearly enough for her. She didn’t even need to say anything, forcing Edmund to continue.
Gulping audibly his saliva and with his neck covered in a cold sweat, the boy finally removed his boots and socks, right before pulling down his pants along with underwear. It wasn’t a surprise, to see the boy without a single hair on his barely developed body. But that wasn’t important for Queen Jadis, whose gaze traveled along his muscles, quickly landing right between his gaze. Her pupils dilated visibly and her lips opened slightly, letting out a barely audible sigh.
For a boy his age, Edmund was full of surprises, or at least one. Even in a flaccid state, his uncircumcised member was longer than average, quite smooth, and waiting for its first time to shine, since the boy wasn’t ever with any girl before, let alone a fully mature woman. At least six inches long in such a soft state was something new in these parts. And more impressive than Lion’s ‘package’. The queen seemed to be extremely pleased by his size, before being impressed by the sheer size of his ballsack. Nothing obscenely large, but still quite developed and wrinkled. 
“Now about the Aslan. ” She said, remembering the statue still in the throne room. Maybe they should bring him here to their bedroom? She thought. “He’s still there, Edmund. Brave, powerful even if not quite wise. He thinks of you and your siblings as something pure that cannot be corrupted. He’s completely wrong, child.”
After the last words, she looked at him again, with an almost predatory gaze. Queen Jadid placed her long finger with a perfectly cut nail at the end under his chin, lifting it enough so he can stare deeply into her eyes. The boy shuddered, but not because of her immense authority or her mighty voice. Although when she touched him, he was growing more resistant to the cold itself.
“You’ll help me make Aslan my own, understood? He truly despises anything even slightly ‘perverse’ that he considers unspeakable when it’s nothing more than spreading love to others. He considers you and other children of Adam and Eve as something who cannot lay with another. That’s preposterous. Lust is completely natural and everyone can desire something. Whether it is something sweet or perhaps another living being. And you’re the one who wants to be with his Queen, correct?”
Edmund nodded, still not shifting his gaze away from her chill gaze. He felt flabbergasted about this whole situation, wondering what she meant about pleasing a woman. Yes, he was full of natural, juvenile perversion and curiosity, but still, he felt like he didn’t have enough knowledge and experience for whatever she wanted him to do. But Jadis had everything planned out for many years, hoping for this moment to finally come.
The queen considered removing her clothes on her own, but she wanted Edmund to take at least a shred of initiative. While she dropped her humongous and heavy gown which fell like a snowy avalanche spreading through the wooden flooring, she still wasn’t nearly bare enough for what she tried to achieve. A slight blush appeared on the boy’s face momentarily, but it was swiftly surpassed by the mischievous glint in his eyes. 
Her milky white corsage was tight-fitted around her almost impossibly thin waist, at the same time making her pale pomegranates climb the top of the snowy pile, almost begging to be touched and wanting to be gazed upon. Her laced underwear barely covered her groin, completely exposing her rather lean thighs. Edmund couldn’t help himself but bite his lower lip, like a child staring at an abundance of various sweets. But it was a mere beginning.
“Pull my straps and remove the rest of my clothing, Edmund. Then we can finally proceed with corrupting that impudent kitten.” The White Queen’s eyes sparked with frozen flames of pure desire, dominance, and simple curiosity about how the boy will react. For many days, he was giving her a lot of reasons to utilize his skills and a typical childish inquisitiveness. But there was yet another thing he should learn, far more obvious than destroying the essence of True King.
How he is supposed to know how to “do it”?
Utterly oblivious to the fact that he didn’t have enough knowledge to please her, Edmund tried to reach her straps with no success. The Queen didn’t even bother to sigh at this inconvenience, helping him out by simply sitting on the edge of the bed, with her bare back exposed to him. But before he eventually removed the rest of her clothing, she asked a question, rather intrusive but also quite provocative sexually.
“Did you ever see your sister naked?” She asked that completely bluntly like she wanted to know his favorite color or snack. But since they were so intimate together at that very moment, anything could go. Even the darkest secrets of the boy himself, who stopped moving his hand midair, almost touching the pearly-white strap of her underwear.
“Your Highness?” He asked, obviously buying some time when he heard and understood her question. Edmund immediately started thinking about all instances when he peeked at his sisters. While Lucy wasn’t his main target due to her age and instead preferred to creep on the older girl who was more developed. He remembered the moment of noticing the pubic hair, which grossed and fascinated him at the same time. Technically a woman biologically even if she was barely a teenager, just like Edmund himself. 
The boy had to think quickly, not hearing any word from Jadis who didn’t bother with repeating her question, the silence closing around him, thickening within seconds.  Her presence alone was powerful and whenever she didn’t speak, it somehow forced everyone around her to act and satisfy their Queen in any means she demands. This time was just a simple question, yet Edmund felt like his head was on the line. Although briefly, knowing how important he is to Jadis.
“That’s a yes, Your Highness. It was an accident once. Maybe twice.” But seeing the White Witch motionless like a cold, marble statue, he felt it wasn’t the right answer. Not only it was a partial lie, but he also tried to hide the truth from the authority herself. Edmund didn’t notice it was a lesson by itself, teaching him confidence and owning his decisions, no matter how devilish they were. And somehow he felt proud of it. “I did it on purpose. I was simply curious about how she was built, looking different than me or Peter.”
He felt suddenly relieved, while the air around him ease up, seeing Queen far more relaxed. But still, he had a task at hand, needing to strip the woman completely from her undergarments. Edmund immediately returned to work, unfurling the straps of her tight corsage, remembering the times he had to help with Lucy’s ribbons when Susan was unavailable and failing miserably. At least here he could get rewarded handsomely.
It was like magic, seeing Edmund managing the straps with ease like an unknown and invisible force was helping him out, before the corsage started slipping off her lean body, freeing the size sizeable globes of flesh on her chest. Still with their back turned, the boy couldn’t witness that yet, even when the Queen eventually stood up, exposing her laced, silk panties to him, tightening around her abdomen. Edmund noticed a rather strange bump in them, a so-called ‘camel toe’ although he never heard such a term. For him, it could be just a tiny cock but he already saw his sister naked. His confusion grew when he approached closer, but he will get his answer quite soon, he thought.
His fingers slid behind the material, feeling a peculiar sensation that was more peculiar than touching Aslan’s statue before like her skin was warming and cooling his hand simultaneously. Edmund’s hands explored the smooth, almost silky touch flesh, noticing how perfectly round her curves are, as if he moved along a pair of ripe, filled with juicy fruits. Once again he felt a hint of impatience from the silent Queen, before returning to his assigned task, completely pulling down the material to her ankles. Jadis graciously lifted her foot, before pushing the probably priceless piece of underwear aside, treating it like worthless trash.
Edmund could now see his Queen in all her glory, unable to choose which part he should focus on. His eyes went towards her chest, seeing her bright pink nipples, staring back at him. But Jadis wasn’t an ordinary human. Reminding himself to not be surprised anymore, he used that little time before the next task to glare at the rest of her towering stature, finally realizing that her body could be chiseled by the gods themselves, reminding him of perfectly created marble statutes. There was no visible flaw he could find, blinded by her sheer beauty, lacking any kind of judgment towards his Queen. Not knowing any better, he treated her as something ideal. Was that start of the obsession?
“You’ll remain naked for the time being, understood?” Even completely exposed, Jadis was still commanding his potential lover, staring at him from above with a sense of authority. For observers, this scene would be nothing less but comical, but Edmund felt her dominance, liking every second of it. He was ready to fulfill anything his Queen wanted. “You’re just like Aslan, an animal. Don’t treat it like an insult, of course. It’s just a fact. You and your siblings are animals, children of Adam and Eve. And it’s obvious that, just like that impudent kitten, you don’t need materials or armor until you become a king. Understood?”
The boy didn’t have any other choice but to nod his head, right before Jadis placed her hand under his chin, lifting it and gazing deep into his eyes. There was no contempt or disgust behind her pupils anymore, but a hint of curiosity and… fascination? Almost the same one as moments ago when she first time looked at his quite sizeable ‘package’. But she has seen him as something more than a breeding bull or piece of meat, even if she showed that in her usual, peculiar way.
“Sit.”
Even when being more sociable, White Witch was still a queen and ruler, an authority. The boy sat as commanded on the bed, unable to press his legs together as he planned, somewhat knowing that Jadid would appreciate him completely and indecently exposed for the time being. He was deeply conflicted with himself since he wanted to keep staring at her naked stature but somehow felt it could be too dangerous. The boy took a risk, not averting his stare while observing every Jadis’ movement.
The White Witch regardless free of her usually intimidating-looking garments, could still send shivers down her subject's spines with her gaze alone. The way she moved her hips really couldn’t be mimicked by any other woman in this realm like you just had to be born with such aura. And as paradoxical as it sounds, she walked naturally and artificially at the same time. Although while looking like a human being, there was still something otherworldly about her.
Queen’s perfectly spherical breasts barely bounced with her motions, almost defying the laws of physics although even they had to droop slightly when she sat down right next to her hero. Edmund finally realized that she wasn’t that entirely different from the other females he saw. Jadis was still terrifying, and correct, but somehow was relatable at the same time.
If he was asked that one day he would not only betray his siblings and The King himself so he could be next to the completely exposed White Witch, he would straight laugh at their faces, but it was really like a snowflake at the tip of his nose, beautiful and chilling altogether. Edmund kept thinking about how to proceed, being ridiculously inexperienced, despite getting further than probably anyone else in the whole kingdom.
“Embrace me, the future king.” The Queen commanded, raising her arms to expose her chest to him, so he could wrap himself around her waist. There wasn’t anything even remotely motherly about her gesture, since she didn’t hug him back when he swiftly leaned onto her, when he clutched onto her, placing his head on her bosom. Some would say it looked like an awkward and uncomfortable embracement, but in her eyes, it was an act of submission and naming Edmund a suitable partner.
She briefly lovingly rubbed his hair, before immediately moving her hand towards his chin, lifting it and forcing the boy to look straight into her usually chilling gaze, but he found an unusual warmth in them like in everything around her. He breathes out of his mouth, unable to contain his excitement, trying to get answers on what will happen next and shortly. But soon, Edmund would get everything he needed and more than that.
“You’re indeed a true warrior, Son of Adam. You’re built adequately.” She started, pushing him away to look at him again, her gaze trailing down his figure. Probably her eyes found something deeply hidden inside him since he was nowhere built like her strongest minotaur soldiers. She eventually started just between his thighs without any sense of shame, but she didn’t care about protocols at all. Only about her plans.
And her lusts.
Edmund couldn’t find any proper words when Jadis leaned closer to him, placing her hand on his thigh, awfully close to the boy’s twitching member. He couldn't explain such a feeling, like thousands of butterflies tried to escape out of his abdomen, panicky flapping their wings. Then came a stinging, somewhat pleasant feeling that warmed up his currently soft phallus.
Two of her lengthy fingers trailed from the base of his shaft, lazily towards the head, still covered in a tight hood. The jolts Edmund felt just minutes ago couldn’t be anywhere compared to what he had to endure at that moment, making him curl his toes and fingers during lengthy, although questionable pleasure. Jadis enjoyed the texture of his member, as if her fingertip grazed the finest silk, free of any wrinkles.
Before going further with pleasing this young male, Queen cupped his tight sack, observing closely the outlines in it and how surprisingly heavy and visible the boy’s jewels were. She smirked, knowing it was an attack on Aslan’s precious morals. Her smile quickly changed into admiration, morphing into worshipping. Then and there her previous decision on protecting that male at all costs strengthened even more, sealing it in stone. She wouldn’t ever think about using him only temporarily, wanting him to rule eternity, at her side.
The usually ice-cold touch wasn’t even the slightest uncomfortable against the rather sensitive skin of the boy’s ballsack. Although he started questioning the reason why his queen rubbed that place of less importance when his more impressive part was just so close to her hand. There was something strangely predatory in her looks as if a giant hawk looked curiously at his precious gonads. The sensation inside his abdomen grew and with it, more tickling just at the covered tip of his cock.
“Do I… do something?” Edmund had enough of staying not only quiet but also idly like he was a lesser being. The boy didn’t understand the concept of worship, wanting to have fun. And just before the currently silent Queen could humor him with her answer, Edmund leaned forward her slightly sagging breasts, especially the hardened nipples that hang like two pink icicles. Putting everything on the scale, he boldly grasped her left breast, feeling her rather long nipple right against his palm. The queen swiftly turned her neck to him with an almost audible snap. But instead of squinting her eyes, Jadis gave him a look of appreciation like she tried to say ‘You’re either brave or foolish’ but choosing the former.
It was the first time for him to caress such mesmerizing body part, pillowy soft to touch with something extra poking against his skin, acting slightly funny every time he moved like a tiny antenna. He couldn’t stop having his mouth agape like he saw an unicorn. But right after seeing her gaze, he immediately started acting like a man, trying not to show too many emotions, maybe not being as cold as Jadis but distanced.
“That’s enough for now. I have something else to show you. That kind of frolicking will not corrupt the False King, or even budge that puny organ between his legs.” She said, knowing well that Aslan was quite endowed, although couldn’t be compared to the strikingly well-developed Edmund, especially for a boy his age. “Tell me, did you ever see how lovers embrace each other? How men are spreading seed?”
Edmund shook his head, actually not having a clue about that. While he knew how male farmers were doing their job but someone caught up that it could be an euphemism for something else, he just couldn’t put a finger on it. He waited patiently for an explanation, his excitement growing with each passing second. It was so high, it finally stirred something inside his shaft, making it slightly harder, the tip finally budging like trying to wake up from its eternal slumber.
“Ah, there we go. Since you aren’t aware of how humans reproduce, I’ll show you how Adam and Eve made your other ancestors. But one thing at the time, Edmund. You’re wise enough so I’m sure you’ll get it instantly, although there will be many, many repetitions.” The White Witch gave him a side eye in a somewhat intimidating way as if she warned him to not be a difficult student.
Her grasp became more decisive, clutching the base of his shaft with three of her thin fingers, forcingly straightening it upwards. It pulsated with inner strength, pumping copious amounts of crimson fluids inside so it could eventually perform just as Jadis wanted. With a wild fascination in her eyes, The Queen let out a vibrating and subtle groan of her throat, feeling live itself within Edmund’s member. 
While the boy observed each of her moves and how she pleasured his organ which usually had only one function, just couldn’t help himself to quench his thirst for another kind of knowledge. In other words, his perverse obsession. Taking advantage of the fact that Jadis had her thighs open wide, he looked between them not fearing the consequences anymore. He gulped down a thick ball of saliva that gathered at his throat, unable to contain his eagerness, his fingers curling up in anticipation, wanting to touch what he just saw.
Finally having the opportunity, the boy gazed upon the royal labia, not surprised anymore that it lacked any kind of hair around it. Not even a single lock adorned that pale skin, but still there was a lot to look at. Her pussy was in Edmund’s full view, its petals were mostly hidden behind the slit, although her inner lips still tried to poke out of their hiding place, peeking out towards Edmund, begging him to be touched. And just right above them, a peculiar hood slightly emerged, but the boy didn’t notice the pearl within just yet.
Thinking that Edmund had more than enough visual enjoyment, she closed her legs and leaned closer to his shaft, occasionally glancing at his surprised expression. Often the Queen had her loyal subjects do the dirty work, but this was way different. Not only she prepared Edmund for his future but mainly had to show Aslan his true place in her realm and perhaps at her side, although not as his former self. But these were still just plans. Wanting the boy to return to reality, she teasingly pinched the base of his shaft, making him flinch visibly.
“Focus, child.” While the words were blunt, there was something light-hearted in her voice, rather unusual for someone with a chilling heart slowly beating in her chest. She observed his member growing, finally standing on its own but still throbbing powerfully. Her fingers dance along the surface, occasionally pulling on the skin to reveal the anticipated by her part, just at the tip of such a magnificent, fleshy pole. After each tug, more and more of the reddish head was exposed, probably for the first time in Edmund’s young life.
While the boy was quite curious about his anatomy, he had never before been so fascinated by its build just like his current lover. He was more focused on the feelings themselves, creating intense goosebumps all over his body. Queen Jadis’s pale face was eventually just a few inches close to the shaft, fascinated by its color and texture. 
Thinking that it was somewhat his fault, Edmund tried to apologize when Jadis straightened up, but immediately continuing with pleasuring him with her milky hands, with more strength and decisiveness. She curled her hand around the impressively hard shaft as if she was holding a spear or her beloved staff. With more circular motion, her hand moved lazily from the base to just below the head, repeatedly. Only Edmund’s shallow breath and occasional ruffling of the sheath could be heard at that time, while the air around them thickened from all the sexual tension.
The boy leaned back, placing his hands on the bed right behind him, having the best view of the Queen herself giving probably the best moments of his time in Narnia. Although he finally stopped pondering on it if it was a dream still, realizing his importance and how Jadis wanted him deeply. It inflated his already bloated ego, thinking about how other siblings would react to the news that he’s not only the chosen one but Queen’s partner.
She strengthened her efforts to give Edmund something he wouldn’t normally receive. With her free hand, she hungrily grasped both of his gonads almost worshipping them, as if she was holding future generations with just her hand. Just that thought alone sent a jolt of pleasure between her thighs, forcing her fleshy pearl to peek out from its hiding, although outside of Edmund’s view. Sinister glints shimmered in her eyes, predatory-like.
“You’ll rule one day over all those who wronged you and stabbed your back. I can now feel Aslan’s powers weakening, he knows what I’m up to. That impudent kitten thinks that you’re ‘pure’ and cannot be touched. We’re not showing how foolish and blind he is. But it’s barely a start. Let me show you what I mean. You’ll take the lead whenever you’re ready.” While her words were full of patience, love, and understanding, with just her gaze alone she added ‘Don’t take too long’. 
Edmund wasn’t exactly sure what Jadis wanted from him but nodded anyway, ready to improvise or ‘wing it’ as some Narnians say. His muscles tensed up after White Witch doubled her efforts in pleasuring him, grasping his shaft harder, moving faster altogether. They watched his member throbbing with more strength and with each full motion, his head being more exposed before finally being revealed completely. 
Seeing a single drop of clear liquid leaking out of the tiny hole at the end, she quickly picked it up with her fingers, before looking at it up close. She eventually rubbed it off, enjoying the moist sensation and finally dismissing it since it wasn’t his precious seed. Although it answered her question about how close he is to release so she had to act quickly.
“You can do with your hands whatever you desire to. Just don’t touch the forbidden place behind me. Don’t filth up your hands for no reason.” She said to him firmly, referring to her other orifice that wasn’t as good as her other one for the time being. Seeing that Edmund understood her words, she didn’t wait for any further and pounced swiftly like a predator, embracing him completely with her taller and somewhat sturdier figure. Although observantly larger, her weight wasn’t even remotely bothering him, when the Queen herself sat on his lap, wrapping her lengthy limbs all around him like a cocoon from where a powerful King will be born. Although under her control.
Remembering her permission, Edmund couldn’t believe his luck so he could wander again along her body or rather the parts he could reach and see. Being in a rather tight hug, he didn’t have many choices but still tried to satisfy his perverse-driven curiosity. His palms covered her breasts once again, apologizing to her nipples for the abrupt departure. But they were here, massaging her globes of flesh, playing childishly with Queen’s pink buds.
Seeing Edmund’s shaft standing straight and proud, peeling its cover by itself after each powerful bob, she couldn’t hide her wide, somewhat devilish smile. Her scheme was perfect and she was more than ready to proceed further. Jadis lifted herself, guiding her pelvis towards the meaty pole currently waiting with anticipation, before finally piercing herself with it. She managed to contain her moan, able not to scream like a virtuous young dame. These days were long gone. But she took a deeper breath, rearranging her position on his surprisingly sturdy thighs.
The boy groaned right into her breasts, unable to place the feeling to anything he felt before like he was stabbed into the most sensitive place on his body. While not painful, the sensation was swift, strong, and… ticklish? Son of Adam realized that he was now part of his idol, Edmund’s shaft deep inside a moist, pulsating tunnel. While proud of himself he managed to endure whatever adults were calling, pondering if he could resume satisfying his deep interest in her body.
Queen Jadis closed her eyes, suddenly focusing on something far more important than pleasuring the young boy, even if it was part of her question. She focused deeply on Aslan himself, trying to sense his power through the walls since his presence was quite close to them. Edmund didn’t notice it but the air around them vibrated as if a silent but insanely powerful scream reverberated through the palace. Judging by her side smirk, that occurrence only made her more diabolically content. Knowing well her plans were working, she could now focus on the pleasures of the flesh.
“My body isn’t only made of breasts, my lover. Quench your thirst for something else, surely you want to taste something different.” Now in a far better mood, she rewarded the boy with whatever he wanted, although that one particular place was still forbidden for him, at least for the time being. Edmund nodded silently, although not quite yet done with her royal and perfectly shaped tits. Not wanting to upset his queen, he eventually looked down below where their lives met.
The Queen leaned back, supporting herself with hands on each side of her figure, giving him not only a better look but also access to her abdomen. Edmund could see the lower part of his shaft outside of her deep pink pussy. Seeing an engorged bud of pink flesh full of unusual beauty, he carefully touched it with his fingertip, suddenly sending a plethora of powerful shivers down her spine.
Just for a mere second she almost curled up, her mouth ready to take a sudden, deep breath before letting out a powerful, echoing moan. But she contained herself, using all her power at the time. Now knowing how the sensation felt, she couldn’t be surprised next time. But still, Edmund saw enough, knowing that simple gesture gave a rather strong impression on Queen herself. Even if Jadis managed to save her fave in his eyes, she still returned to him, wrapping her arms around him again like a predator.
Not having a lot of other choices, the boy rubbed her back, enjoying her chill skin and how silky it was. Such a normal motion of massaging someone’s back was never as pleasurable as he thought it could be. Most of the time it was massaged person who was feeling the pleasure. Still, Edmund was more than honored to trail down Queen’s back with his rather warm palms. Like woolen gloves ruffling through snowy plains. 
He eventually grasped both of her butt cheeks, the one place that he wouldn’t think of touching ever before, obviously still remembering not to get too deep towards the one hole he had to forget about. Yet, Edmund was so engulfed in making actual love with Jadis, his blurry mind couldn’t create a focused thought. The boy grunted out a quiet moan, placing his small head on her bosom, succumbing to her subtle scent. Jaidis ground harder against his pelvis like she tried riding the boy like a horse.
As light as a frozen tear, she danced upon his more feeble stature, although hiding one, powerful heart and lots of potential. While the Queen didn’t want to succumb to primal desires, she still enjoyed the more simple pleasures, even managing to learn a thing or two about her body. Jadis’ engorged, pulsating clit rubbed its surface against the boy’s abdomen, sending more sensational shivers all inside her. Those inner thoughts were swiftly smothered, taken place by her schemes, focused on far bigger things than simple lust. 
But still, she felt grateful for its existence.
Both of their abdomens felt wetter with each passing minute, mixing sweat with her feminine juices. Even as a Queen and the most powerful being in the whole realm, she was still a woman, with her anatomy and emotions, although somewhat altered. Jadis rubbed Edmund’s cheek with the back of her chilled hand, moving around his head as if trying to somewhat dominate his mind with simple touching, even when she technically already achieved it. Before she spoke, their lips finally connected, Her Majesty sliding her needy tongue to fight against his for dominance. Edmund submitted to her immediately, shocked at the strange way of kissing. She eventually pulled out, looking deeply into his eyes.
“Stop holding yourself” She commanded. Although it would be slightly disappointing if she will not achieve climax, corrupting Aslan was still their priority. And the so-called ‘True King’ doesn’t care about White Witch’s orgasms, but rather the Son of Adam’s, achieved by fucking none other but Lion’s nemeses. That thought alone got her almost over the edge. Just thinking about destroying all the good in that foolish kitten made her clit shiver happily.
Without thinking much about it, her movements became far more impatient, trying to quicken the whole process of corruption. Queen’s fingers massaged every possible spot on Edmund’s body within her reach, even slightly tugging on his hair or grazing her nails along his skin. None of these motions caused him pain, enjoying the more aggressive sensations. He gave it all back, groping Queen’s royal ass cheeks with all the strength he could muster, while sucking on each of her insanely hard nipples.
White Queen ignored protocols and her face, breathing shallowly with added moans to it, jumping up and down Edmund’s shaft. Didn’t matter to her the fact that she squirted copious amounts of filthy, clear fluids out of her pussy, coating his abdomen with it. Two names echoed in her mind. Aslan. Edmund. Aslan.
“Aaaah! Edmund!”
Both of the peculiar lovers moaned in unity, his muscles tensing up right before releasing a torrent of seed directly into her tunnel, attacking the entrance to her cervix. Unline the exhausted boy, she managed to quickly recompose herself as if nothing happened. With a loud and wet plop, she stood up while pulling out Edmund’s semi-hard member, completely wet from their mixed fluids. 
She looked at her crotch, seeing it completely covered with their fluids. Although at first glance it was technically a filthy mess, for her was nothing less but a badge of her triumph. A reminder that she managed to corrupt Aslan, even if it was barely a start. But currently, the Son of Adam was out cold, needing at least a few long moments to regain his strength.