Fic: Devour
Title: Devour
Author: Sage of Sin
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Jadis/Edmund
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: chan, dubious consent, female penetration of male
Disclaimer: C.S. Lewis and his descendents own these two, not me [unfortunately].
Summary: A different take on what happened when Edmund arrived at the queen’s castle.
Sitting on her throne, legs crossed, Queen Jadis drummed the fingers of one hand against the arm of the ornate piece. She glared out over the expanse of the empty room. It had been days since the witch had seen the Son of Adam who called himself Edmund. At the time, the witch had been sure that she had gained the boy’s trust. But as the days passed, Jadis had begun to fear that the teen would fail to bring his family to her as he had agreed. The witch’s spies had heard nothing of the return of any of the Children of Adam to her dominion, a land that had been hard fought for and won. The queen didn’t intend to hand it over to child usurpers. The lack of news regarding the humans grated on her nerves. She wanted this business to be over and done with, wanted those foul children to meet their end at the teeth of her minions.
Jadis ceased the irritated tapping to cup her chin, considering. Perhaps she would kill all of the humans save Edmund. Although he was far too late in fulfilling his promise to her, the boy had led her to the traitorous fawn. It might be useful for her to keep the boy around. Having a Son of Adam as a loyal servant could only cement her position further, could it not?
The witch thought of those large eyes, entirely too trusting, looking up into hers as she smiled down at him. A smile that had only been half false, to her own surprise. The way that the teen had looked draped within her fur shawl. How warm the boy had felt against her chilled skin. And that disturbed Jadis most of all, that such a helpless thing could make her long for warmth, she to whom winter was a haven. It disturbed the queen that something had stirred within her which was perhaps more dangerous than the coming of spring, and the weakening of her power. And for that, the human child Edmund was possibly the most dangerous of the four Children of Adam.
Perhaps she would kill the boy, just to be safe.
~~*~~
I’m going to miss you.
The queen’s words echoed in Edmund’s mind as he journeyed to her castle. He was so cold. The teen cursed himself for leaving his coat behind, but he had to go. The others thought that they were so clever, listening to the words of talking animals, no less. What did they know of the queen? Edmund had met her. She was nothing like what those creatures had said. She was kind and generous. She hadn’t even known him, and yet had promised him so much. The queen thought that he was special. Edmund had been lost in Peter’s shadow for so long, that he’d forgotten what it was like to have someone think of him as important.
Edmund, you’re so cold. Come sit with me awhile.
Teeth chattering as the castle came into view, Edmund struggled to continue on. The teen could hardly feel his toes or his nose, hugging himself against the cold wind. All he could think of was what awaited him there. When the queen saw him once more, surely she’d smile at him again. She’d conjure something hot for him to drink while she wrapped him up in her warm furs. Edmund wouldn’t even mind her cool skin absorbing his heat, if he could see her again. Have her grin at him again.
~~*~~
“I told you to bring your brother and sisters with you! How dare you come alone!”
Cowering before the angry woman, Edmund was taken aback at how different their reunion was from what he had imagined. The teen tried to explain to her how they wouldn’t have come anyway, not after the way that the beavers were going on about how awful her rule supposedly was. Edmund couldn’t understand why it was so important for the queen to see the others. It hurt that she hadn’t even met Peter and already it seemed like Edmund was being pushed aside in his elder brother’s favor.
“But I wanted to see you!” Edmund managed to blurt out amidst her chastisements.
The woman paused, on the verge of hurling more acrid words at the boy, but stopped. The queen canted her head, regarding him. His wide eyes full of emotion. Something in her relented for the moment.
“Did you now?” she said, in a softened voice that was more frightening to Edmund than her shouts. Her eyes glinted with an emotion he hadn’t seen in anyone before. “Wait here,” the queen instructed as she strode over to where a wolf had appeared from the shadows.
Edmund watched the woman crouch down to the creature’s level to whisper something into its ear before it bounded off through the door to the throne room, howling. Rising to her feet, Jadis turned to him with an unreadable expression.
“I-Is something wrong? Am I still in trouble?” Edmund asked nervously.
A smile appeared on the queen’s face that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “Of course not, Edmund.” She stalked toward him, her long pale gown trailing along the floor.
“But… you were so angry,” Edmund stated, backing up a few paces at her approach. Why was her smile so different than he remembered?
“Oh no, dear boy, I wasn’t angry,” Jadis said, laughing slightly, “I was just hurt. I thought that you didn’t want your family to meet me.”
“It’s not like that at all,” Edmund replied, more at ease now. “I wanted to bring them. The look on Peter’s face when he finds out that I know you and that you like me better than all of them is going to be priceless!” The teen could just imagine the rest of his family’s shocked faces, Peter looking annoyed at being displaced as the favorite for once.
Jadis smiled back at him, knowing full well that she’d never see his brother. Not anything other than a corpse, anyway. She stepped forward to put an arm around the teen’s shoulders. “You look so tired and cold. I bet something to warm you up would do you good, Edmund. Come with me,” Jadis said, steering him out of the side exit of the room and down a hallway.
~~*~~
Now this is more like it, Edmund thought as he sat on the pale couch before the fireplace next to the queen, sipping a hot beverage. He’d already eaten several pieces of Turkish delight, the nearly empty tin resting on a nearby table. The queen had an arm around him still. She was sitting rather close to him, but the teen didn’t mind much. The drink she had given him was really doing the trick as far as warming him up. It tasted like hot chocolate, only a little different, better somehow. The woman sidled closer to Edmund on the couch, producing a handkerchief that she used to dab at his mouth.
“Do you like it?” Jadis asked with a smile, referring to the drink she’d given him.
“Mmhmm,” Edmund murmured in agreement. “It’s wonderful. What is it?” he asked, taking a noisy sip.
Jadis narrowed her eyes. “It’s a secret recipe.”
Edmund smiled at her. His body had started to feel strangely heavy, sagging against the soft cushions of the sofa and the queen’s embrace. The teen peered into the fire before him, vision blurring slightly for a moment as he shook his head to clear it. Edmund didn’t exactly feel sleepy, more as though his mind was clouded by something he couldn’t place. It occurred to him that at some point, the chalice that he’d been holding had been taken away. It also occurred to Edmund that a cool hand was stroking the bare skin of his chest. When had his shirt opened?
The teen looked groggily up into the queen’s face, seeing her strangely predatory expression. “What are you doing?” the boy asked, pushing at the woman’s roving hand.
“Shh,” Jadis hushed him, placing a finger to his lips. “All I want is to make you feel nice, Edmund. Don’t you feel pleasantly light right now?”
“Yes,” the teen answered, a little unsure as the queen began to plant kisses across his forehead. “But why are you-”
“Just relax,” the woman interrupted. She silenced him by covering his mouth with her own.
Edmund was as shocked as he could be in his obtunded state. The teen had never been kissed like this before! Part of him wanted to push the woman away, but the other part of him wanted to yield to her. The boy gasped, and found a probing tongue thrusting possessively into his mouth. Edmund found himself pressed back against the cushions as the queen plundered his mouth and fondled his skin.
It had been too long since Jadis had indulged herself. The boy’s skin seemed to sear her cool tongue as she laved as much of the creamy flesh as she could reach. She ran a hand over his quivering belly. A bead of perspiration trickled down into his belly button. Jadis traced the droplet’s path with her tongue, plunging into Edmund’s navel as he squirmed. The teen’s body was already so sensitive to her slightest touch. The potion was working better than she suspected it would.
Edmund whimpered, shifting anxiously on the couch. He felt so strange, so hot. Especially between his legs. The teen’s pants had become entirely too tight, hardening flesh straining to free itself. He felt as if he’d burst if she kept touching him. A firm hand massaging his erection through his pants had Edmund nearly jumping from the couch. Jadis laughed outright.
“Mmm, no, delicious boy, you won’t be getting away from me.”
A wave of her hand, and pants and underwear disappeared, leaving the teen exposed. Edmund gasped as he felt the cool air against his skin, trying to cover himself with his shirt. Jadis smiled at how adorable the motion looked, when all she had to do was perform a similar act to leave him completely nude. She left him in the shirt, as the cloth that hid little to her eyes made the boy appear more naked than he actually was.
Tossing her fur over the arm of the couch, she stood, her gown and corset slipping off with the ease of her magic to the floor, revealing a lean and beautiful body. Jadis loosened the long locks of her hair, gravity sending it cascading over her shoulders and partially obscuring her full breasts. She grinned at how the teen gaped at her. Teenaged boys were so easy to distract.
Returning to her seat on the couch, Jadis grasped Edmund’s hands, placing them to her breasts and encouraging him to massage them. She showed him how to slide his thumbs over her nipples to harden them to small peaks. She urged him to nurse on one as he continued to stroke her skin with his hands. With a little more practice, Jadis thought, the boy might become proficient at pleasing her.
Edmund pulled away wetly from suckling the queen to moan loudly as his erection was surrounded by firmly stroking fingers. He groaned against the skin of her shoulder as he came so close to completion, but was left trembling at its peak. The teen’s member had begun to ache. The queen noticed his discomfort, hiding a smirk.
“Does it ache?” she asked, seeing him nod frantically. “If you want your ache to go away, you have to take care of mine first.” Jadis pulled away to lean back against the arm of the couch, drawing up a knee to expose herself. “Come here and kiss me, Edmund.”
When the boy moved closer and leaned up to kiss the side of her face, she laughed. “Not there, silly boy, down here,” the queen said, indicating the area by stroking it with her fingers. Edmund stared wide eyed at what her fingers were doing before moving slowly to comply. He knelt on the floor before her, unsure of what he was actually supposed to do.
Jadis looked down into his questioning face. “Treat it like how I showed you with these,” she said, cupping her breasts lightly. Edmund swallowed before leaning forward to lap at the pink nubbin experimentally. A shiver went through the woman, so he repeated the motion. The teen started to suckle the erect little piece of flesh to the queen’s great delight. She murmured encouragements to the boy as he continued with his work.
Edmund couldn’t help but touch his aching erection as he continued to please the queen. His motions seemed to do nothing to bring him closer to completion. The teen was puzzled as to why. This always seemed to work whenever he awakened to stiffened flesh.
Shuddering in orgasm, Jadis sank against the couch, panting. She regarded the human boy, who sat on the floor, stroking himself frantically to no avail. She shook her head at his futile movements. Only she would be able to bring him to orgasm. The potion had ensured that. The queen sat up, placing a hand to Edmund’s cheek which he pressed into.
“Please,” the teen begged. “It’s starting to hurt.”
Jadis looked down at the erect flesh peeking out from within the boy’s fist. The queen supposed that she could sit astride the boy, but his current size was hardly enough to satisfy her. Perhaps in a few years, but not now. Smirking as she remembered an old spell that she hadn’t used in an age, Jadis told him, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that soon enough.” The witch began to chant an incantation as she held two fingers to her lips.
Edmund regarded her quizzically until he noticed that she had begun to change. Not her entire body, mind you, but a part of it. The teen looked on in shock as the small nubbin obscured by her womanly folds began to thicken and elongate into what resembled a phallus. A rather sizeable phallus. Edmund was starting to rethink what was occurring, as he feared what the queen was intending to do with her altered flesh.
“Don’t look so fearful, boy,” Jadis said. “I told you that I’d help take care of you, and this is how I intend to do it.”
Edmund didn’t intend to stay put for what the queen planned, but she was much faster than he was. The boy found himself face down against the couch before he could even rise from the floor, both his hands held behind his back.
“Behave, Edmund!” the queen admonished, “or I’ll bind you.” She sighed as the boy continued to struggle. Another incantation had Edmund’s hands tied securely behind his back.
“Let me go! Please!”
“Not until we’re done, boy,” the queen said, conjuring a small flask of oil. “Don’t be so nervous. You’re going to enjoy this.”
Edmund had serious doubts about this as he felt digits slick with oil probing him deeply. He tried to relax as much as he could, since the queen didn’t seem to be stopping to see if he’d adjust. The fingers brushed against a bundle of nerves that had Edmund jerking upward and groaning as he saw stars.
Jadis laughed. “I told you that you’d have fun. Now let me give you something more sizeable than my fingers.”
Edmund gasped as he felt the head of the queen’s slick phallus nudging his entrance. He tried to rise up, but his restraints limited him. A hand was placed to the center of his back, pressing him back down to the couch. As the hand stroked his lower back and rear, the teen relaxed against the cushions, erection throbbing. More pressure, and his virgin passage was breached as he groaned.
Panting, Jadis paused to allow the constricting passage to relax. This was more difficult than she remembered, but it was worth it. The boy felt fabulous as he twitched around her. She continued to press herself into him until her pelvis met his backside. Breathing heavily, the queen leaned over to murmur into the boy’s ear. “Are you ready, Son of Adam?” She smirked at his whimpered reply before setting up a rhythm of shallow thrusts.
Edmund groaned as his body jerked from the increasing force of the queen’s thrusts. His cheek rubbed against the soft cushion as his body was moved by the rhythm of her penetration. The way that her phallus was stroking his inner walls made his erection twitch and leak. The teen unconsciously spread his knees, allowing her deeper within him. A change in the angle of penetration had Edmund crying out as he saw stars.
With one hand on the teen’s hip and the other on his shoulder, Jadis worked the boy’s lean body. Beads of perspiration trickled down her face and between her breasts from the exertion. She wasn’t sure why she’d denied herself pleasure such as this for so long. The queen smirked, intending to start to make a habit of indulging herself more. The witch reached around Edmund’s body to stroke his leaking erection briskly. The teen began to whimper, pushing back against her thrusts. The boy even began chanting encouragements, begging for more of the illicit pleasure. Jadis was beginning to like the boy more by the second. He was so deliciously greedy for all types of pleasures, a greed that could grow to match her own.
The boy stiffened, keening as he spilled warmly over her cool fingers. The constricting passage wrung another orgasm out of the queen, who groaned, collapsing against the teen’s back as she slipped out. Her desire sated, the phallus shrank back to the nubbin that hid itself within her folds. Her face against the teen’s sweaty back, the witch smiled as she heard his soft snores. Jadis swirled a finger in the perspiration on Edmund’s flesh. Perhaps she’d keep this human alive after all.
End
Author: Sage of Sin
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Jadis/Edmund
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: chan, dubious consent, female penetration of male
Disclaimer: C.S. Lewis and his descendents own these two, not me [unfortunately].
Summary: A different take on what happened when Edmund arrived at the queen’s castle.
Sitting on her throne, legs crossed, Queen Jadis drummed the fingers of one hand against the arm of the ornate piece. She glared out over the expanse of the empty room. It had been days since the witch had seen the Son of Adam who called himself Edmund. At the time, the witch had been sure that she had gained the boy’s trust. But as the days passed, Jadis had begun to fear that the teen would fail to bring his family to her as he had agreed. The witch’s spies had heard nothing of the return of any of the Children of Adam to her dominion, a land that had been hard fought for and won. The queen didn’t intend to hand it over to child usurpers. The lack of news regarding the humans grated on her nerves. She wanted this business to be over and done with, wanted those foul children to meet their end at the teeth of her minions.
Jadis ceased the irritated tapping to cup her chin, considering. Perhaps she would kill all of the humans save Edmund. Although he was far too late in fulfilling his promise to her, the boy had led her to the traitorous fawn. It might be useful for her to keep the boy around. Having a Son of Adam as a loyal servant could only cement her position further, could it not?
The witch thought of those large eyes, entirely too trusting, looking up into hers as she smiled down at him. A smile that had only been half false, to her own surprise. The way that the teen had looked draped within her fur shawl. How warm the boy had felt against her chilled skin. And that disturbed Jadis most of all, that such a helpless thing could make her long for warmth, she to whom winter was a haven. It disturbed the queen that something had stirred within her which was perhaps more dangerous than the coming of spring, and the weakening of her power. And for that, the human child Edmund was possibly the most dangerous of the four Children of Adam.
Perhaps she would kill the boy, just to be safe.
~~*~~
I’m going to miss you.
The queen’s words echoed in Edmund’s mind as he journeyed to her castle. He was so cold. The teen cursed himself for leaving his coat behind, but he had to go. The others thought that they were so clever, listening to the words of talking animals, no less. What did they know of the queen? Edmund had met her. She was nothing like what those creatures had said. She was kind and generous. She hadn’t even known him, and yet had promised him so much. The queen thought that he was special. Edmund had been lost in Peter’s shadow for so long, that he’d forgotten what it was like to have someone think of him as important.
Edmund, you’re so cold. Come sit with me awhile.
Teeth chattering as the castle came into view, Edmund struggled to continue on. The teen could hardly feel his toes or his nose, hugging himself against the cold wind. All he could think of was what awaited him there. When the queen saw him once more, surely she’d smile at him again. She’d conjure something hot for him to drink while she wrapped him up in her warm furs. Edmund wouldn’t even mind her cool skin absorbing his heat, if he could see her again. Have her grin at him again.
~~*~~
“I told you to bring your brother and sisters with you! How dare you come alone!”
Cowering before the angry woman, Edmund was taken aback at how different their reunion was from what he had imagined. The teen tried to explain to her how they wouldn’t have come anyway, not after the way that the beavers were going on about how awful her rule supposedly was. Edmund couldn’t understand why it was so important for the queen to see the others. It hurt that she hadn’t even met Peter and already it seemed like Edmund was being pushed aside in his elder brother’s favor.
“But I wanted to see you!” Edmund managed to blurt out amidst her chastisements.
The woman paused, on the verge of hurling more acrid words at the boy, but stopped. The queen canted her head, regarding him. His wide eyes full of emotion. Something in her relented for the moment.
“Did you now?” she said, in a softened voice that was more frightening to Edmund than her shouts. Her eyes glinted with an emotion he hadn’t seen in anyone before. “Wait here,” the queen instructed as she strode over to where a wolf had appeared from the shadows.
Edmund watched the woman crouch down to the creature’s level to whisper something into its ear before it bounded off through the door to the throne room, howling. Rising to her feet, Jadis turned to him with an unreadable expression.
“I-Is something wrong? Am I still in trouble?” Edmund asked nervously.
A smile appeared on the queen’s face that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “Of course not, Edmund.” She stalked toward him, her long pale gown trailing along the floor.
“But… you were so angry,” Edmund stated, backing up a few paces at her approach. Why was her smile so different than he remembered?
“Oh no, dear boy, I wasn’t angry,” Jadis said, laughing slightly, “I was just hurt. I thought that you didn’t want your family to meet me.”
“It’s not like that at all,” Edmund replied, more at ease now. “I wanted to bring them. The look on Peter’s face when he finds out that I know you and that you like me better than all of them is going to be priceless!” The teen could just imagine the rest of his family’s shocked faces, Peter looking annoyed at being displaced as the favorite for once.
Jadis smiled back at him, knowing full well that she’d never see his brother. Not anything other than a corpse, anyway. She stepped forward to put an arm around the teen’s shoulders. “You look so tired and cold. I bet something to warm you up would do you good, Edmund. Come with me,” Jadis said, steering him out of the side exit of the room and down a hallway.
~~*~~
Now this is more like it, Edmund thought as he sat on the pale couch before the fireplace next to the queen, sipping a hot beverage. He’d already eaten several pieces of Turkish delight, the nearly empty tin resting on a nearby table. The queen had an arm around him still. She was sitting rather close to him, but the teen didn’t mind much. The drink she had given him was really doing the trick as far as warming him up. It tasted like hot chocolate, only a little different, better somehow. The woman sidled closer to Edmund on the couch, producing a handkerchief that she used to dab at his mouth.
“Do you like it?” Jadis asked with a smile, referring to the drink she’d given him.
“Mmhmm,” Edmund murmured in agreement. “It’s wonderful. What is it?” he asked, taking a noisy sip.
Jadis narrowed her eyes. “It’s a secret recipe.”
Edmund smiled at her. His body had started to feel strangely heavy, sagging against the soft cushions of the sofa and the queen’s embrace. The teen peered into the fire before him, vision blurring slightly for a moment as he shook his head to clear it. Edmund didn’t exactly feel sleepy, more as though his mind was clouded by something he couldn’t place. It occurred to him that at some point, the chalice that he’d been holding had been taken away. It also occurred to Edmund that a cool hand was stroking the bare skin of his chest. When had his shirt opened?
The teen looked groggily up into the queen’s face, seeing her strangely predatory expression. “What are you doing?” the boy asked, pushing at the woman’s roving hand.
“Shh,” Jadis hushed him, placing a finger to his lips. “All I want is to make you feel nice, Edmund. Don’t you feel pleasantly light right now?”
“Yes,” the teen answered, a little unsure as the queen began to plant kisses across his forehead. “But why are you-”
“Just relax,” the woman interrupted. She silenced him by covering his mouth with her own.
Edmund was as shocked as he could be in his obtunded state. The teen had never been kissed like this before! Part of him wanted to push the woman away, but the other part of him wanted to yield to her. The boy gasped, and found a probing tongue thrusting possessively into his mouth. Edmund found himself pressed back against the cushions as the queen plundered his mouth and fondled his skin.
It had been too long since Jadis had indulged herself. The boy’s skin seemed to sear her cool tongue as she laved as much of the creamy flesh as she could reach. She ran a hand over his quivering belly. A bead of perspiration trickled down into his belly button. Jadis traced the droplet’s path with her tongue, plunging into Edmund’s navel as he squirmed. The teen’s body was already so sensitive to her slightest touch. The potion was working better than she suspected it would.
Edmund whimpered, shifting anxiously on the couch. He felt so strange, so hot. Especially between his legs. The teen’s pants had become entirely too tight, hardening flesh straining to free itself. He felt as if he’d burst if she kept touching him. A firm hand massaging his erection through his pants had Edmund nearly jumping from the couch. Jadis laughed outright.
“Mmm, no, delicious boy, you won’t be getting away from me.”
A wave of her hand, and pants and underwear disappeared, leaving the teen exposed. Edmund gasped as he felt the cool air against his skin, trying to cover himself with his shirt. Jadis smiled at how adorable the motion looked, when all she had to do was perform a similar act to leave him completely nude. She left him in the shirt, as the cloth that hid little to her eyes made the boy appear more naked than he actually was.
Tossing her fur over the arm of the couch, she stood, her gown and corset slipping off with the ease of her magic to the floor, revealing a lean and beautiful body. Jadis loosened the long locks of her hair, gravity sending it cascading over her shoulders and partially obscuring her full breasts. She grinned at how the teen gaped at her. Teenaged boys were so easy to distract.
Returning to her seat on the couch, Jadis grasped Edmund’s hands, placing them to her breasts and encouraging him to massage them. She showed him how to slide his thumbs over her nipples to harden them to small peaks. She urged him to nurse on one as he continued to stroke her skin with his hands. With a little more practice, Jadis thought, the boy might become proficient at pleasing her.
Edmund pulled away wetly from suckling the queen to moan loudly as his erection was surrounded by firmly stroking fingers. He groaned against the skin of her shoulder as he came so close to completion, but was left trembling at its peak. The teen’s member had begun to ache. The queen noticed his discomfort, hiding a smirk.
“Does it ache?” she asked, seeing him nod frantically. “If you want your ache to go away, you have to take care of mine first.” Jadis pulled away to lean back against the arm of the couch, drawing up a knee to expose herself. “Come here and kiss me, Edmund.”
When the boy moved closer and leaned up to kiss the side of her face, she laughed. “Not there, silly boy, down here,” the queen said, indicating the area by stroking it with her fingers. Edmund stared wide eyed at what her fingers were doing before moving slowly to comply. He knelt on the floor before her, unsure of what he was actually supposed to do.
Jadis looked down into his questioning face. “Treat it like how I showed you with these,” she said, cupping her breasts lightly. Edmund swallowed before leaning forward to lap at the pink nubbin experimentally. A shiver went through the woman, so he repeated the motion. The teen started to suckle the erect little piece of flesh to the queen’s great delight. She murmured encouragements to the boy as he continued with his work.
Edmund couldn’t help but touch his aching erection as he continued to please the queen. His motions seemed to do nothing to bring him closer to completion. The teen was puzzled as to why. This always seemed to work whenever he awakened to stiffened flesh.
Shuddering in orgasm, Jadis sank against the couch, panting. She regarded the human boy, who sat on the floor, stroking himself frantically to no avail. She shook her head at his futile movements. Only she would be able to bring him to orgasm. The potion had ensured that. The queen sat up, placing a hand to Edmund’s cheek which he pressed into.
“Please,” the teen begged. “It’s starting to hurt.”
Jadis looked down at the erect flesh peeking out from within the boy’s fist. The queen supposed that she could sit astride the boy, but his current size was hardly enough to satisfy her. Perhaps in a few years, but not now. Smirking as she remembered an old spell that she hadn’t used in an age, Jadis told him, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that soon enough.” The witch began to chant an incantation as she held two fingers to her lips.
Edmund regarded her quizzically until he noticed that she had begun to change. Not her entire body, mind you, but a part of it. The teen looked on in shock as the small nubbin obscured by her womanly folds began to thicken and elongate into what resembled a phallus. A rather sizeable phallus. Edmund was starting to rethink what was occurring, as he feared what the queen was intending to do with her altered flesh.
“Don’t look so fearful, boy,” Jadis said. “I told you that I’d help take care of you, and this is how I intend to do it.”
Edmund didn’t intend to stay put for what the queen planned, but she was much faster than he was. The boy found himself face down against the couch before he could even rise from the floor, both his hands held behind his back.
“Behave, Edmund!” the queen admonished, “or I’ll bind you.” She sighed as the boy continued to struggle. Another incantation had Edmund’s hands tied securely behind his back.
“Let me go! Please!”
“Not until we’re done, boy,” the queen said, conjuring a small flask of oil. “Don’t be so nervous. You’re going to enjoy this.”
Edmund had serious doubts about this as he felt digits slick with oil probing him deeply. He tried to relax as much as he could, since the queen didn’t seem to be stopping to see if he’d adjust. The fingers brushed against a bundle of nerves that had Edmund jerking upward and groaning as he saw stars.
Jadis laughed. “I told you that you’d have fun. Now let me give you something more sizeable than my fingers.”
Edmund gasped as he felt the head of the queen’s slick phallus nudging his entrance. He tried to rise up, but his restraints limited him. A hand was placed to the center of his back, pressing him back down to the couch. As the hand stroked his lower back and rear, the teen relaxed against the cushions, erection throbbing. More pressure, and his virgin passage was breached as he groaned.
Panting, Jadis paused to allow the constricting passage to relax. This was more difficult than she remembered, but it was worth it. The boy felt fabulous as he twitched around her. She continued to press herself into him until her pelvis met his backside. Breathing heavily, the queen leaned over to murmur into the boy’s ear. “Are you ready, Son of Adam?” She smirked at his whimpered reply before setting up a rhythm of shallow thrusts.
Edmund groaned as his body jerked from the increasing force of the queen’s thrusts. His cheek rubbed against the soft cushion as his body was moved by the rhythm of her penetration. The way that her phallus was stroking his inner walls made his erection twitch and leak. The teen unconsciously spread his knees, allowing her deeper within him. A change in the angle of penetration had Edmund crying out as he saw stars.
With one hand on the teen’s hip and the other on his shoulder, Jadis worked the boy’s lean body. Beads of perspiration trickled down her face and between her breasts from the exertion. She wasn’t sure why she’d denied herself pleasure such as this for so long. The queen smirked, intending to start to make a habit of indulging herself more. The witch reached around Edmund’s body to stroke his leaking erection briskly. The teen began to whimper, pushing back against her thrusts. The boy even began chanting encouragements, begging for more of the illicit pleasure. Jadis was beginning to like the boy more by the second. He was so deliciously greedy for all types of pleasures, a greed that could grow to match her own.
The boy stiffened, keening as he spilled warmly over her cool fingers. The constricting passage wrung another orgasm out of the queen, who groaned, collapsing against the teen’s back as she slipped out. Her desire sated, the phallus shrank back to the nubbin that hid itself within her folds. Her face against the teen’s sweaty back, the witch smiled as she heard his soft snores. Jadis swirled a finger in the perspiration on Edmund’s flesh. Perhaps she’d keep this human alive after all.
End