The Last Battle: War of the Gods
Royal Heat
The Last Battle: War of the Gods
Royal Heat
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
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The chase would have lasted for far longer had not the Narnian army found high ground on which the archers could rain down arrows, both normal and those that were set on fire, upon the Calormene army. Rishda, not wanting to be roasted by the Narnian archers, pulled his army back, but he knew that now that he was in Narnia, he would make it almost impossible for them to drive him back out of it.
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Peter sighed as he slumped down to the tent floor. At the moment, he didn't feel high, nor did he feel too much like a king at the moment. He knew that the only reason why they weren't still running was due to the fact that they had found a defendable position.
"Victory seems uncertain."
"You were defeated," Peter retorted.
"I didn't have an army of Calormenes that all worshiped Tash on my side," Jadis fired back and the two smile.
"It seems that the only good thing we've got left is our humor, plus, you never had a weapon blessed by Tash."
"I would never lower myself to worship such a creature. I was the White Witch...I was the one who wanted to be worshiped," she returned.
"Yes, but now we've got an actual blessed weapon that was blessed by a demon. Your wand was destroyed the last time we fought each other, but now I'm facing down a blade that an actual demon made," Peter continued. Jadis pulled him against her bosom and held him there.
"Sleep, my king, we can deal with demonic weaponry tomorrow."
"Mmmmm, sleep seems to be the only release from this hell...at least, a temporary release," he said and drifted off.
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"We used so many arrows in that last offense that I don't think we've got many more left," Susan complained. "If we've got to fight like that again there won't be enough materials in Narnia to arm us all."
"I doubt your brother wishes us to continue to fight like this. Rishda caught him off guard with that blade's attack. I must say, you kept those archers on target," Caspian said with a grin and kissed her.
"Flatterer," she giggled and the two fell onto their sides and continued kissing.
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"Happy now? My sword is clean," Shazarraah complained.
"Now you ought to know to keep your sword clean," Edmund teased.
"You listen to talking lions too much," Shazarraah retorted and Edmund growled and tackled her to the ground. She shrieked then growled as she tried to wrestle him off of her.
Eventually, their lips met and another struggle took place. this time, it was between lips and tongues. Her arms went around his neck and the two deepened the kiss further. The two came up had to come up for air.
"Please, take me," she whispered.
"You sure you want me to do that?"
"Yes, so please, quit playing the noble barbarian and take me like a barbarian would," she growled.
Knowing that he shouldn't deny her any longer, the two slipped out of their clothes and he took a position between her spread legs. He looked down upon her, waiting her on her to changer her mind, but she didn't and he thrust in and she gasped out loud.
"Ok there?"
"Yeah, remember, I'm far more sensitive down there," she said. Keeping that in mind, he moved slowly in and out of her at first.
He took note of the look of joy and pleasure on her face. This encouraged him to go a bit faster, which made her moan louder in appreciation. Her legs went around his waist and he continued to thrust, getting a bit faster as their coupling continued.
Feeling his seed boiling up in his loins, his movements became harder and more frantic. She cried out and moaned his name and telling Edmund to go either harder or faster as she felt his other sword giving her pleasure.
"I'm not going to last...I better," Edmund began.
"No, inside of me!" she shouted and her body start convulsing in pleasure as multiple orgasms ripped through her body, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses as her pussy spasmed around her king's cock.
Edmund roared in pleasure and his cock spilled his seed deep inside of her body. This made her gasp out another orgasm and Edmund fell on top of her, with his head laying on the valley between her breasts.
"I...better be the only...one that ever gets that," she whispered after a moment had passed in silence.
"No problems there," he replied quietly.
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Peter went down by a stream near where the army was camped out. Stripping, he dove in and begin to rid himself of the sweat and dirt that was coating his flesh.
Seeing something gleaming in the pre-dawn light, he dove under the surface of the water and touched the hilt of...
"A sword?" Peter asked himself, wondering how a sword had gotten in this stream. Quickly getting out of the water, he dried himself and the sword and began to give it several practice swings. He nodded to himself, the balance of the blade perfect. The sun hit the blade's edge and a slight rainbow effect could be seen Arms came about him and he rolled his eyes.
"You found a sword I see," Jadis said..
"I think I may have found the weapon to fight Rishda properly with. That is to say, I shall only fight Rishda with this sword. I shall use my other sword to fight those that don't have enchanted blades."
"No wonder you were made High King, the noblest of all," she whispered in his ear.
"Back to the camp with you...I will not go back on my word to take you on my bed at Cair Paravel, and I will appreciate it if you don't tempt me no further," he growled and she giggled.
"Whatever my king wants," she purred and vanished. He redressed and wondered once again why he had agreed to be the one to rehabilitate her. Sighing, he went up back to camp. Food would be pared soon and he needed to make sure they were ready to fight their way back to the border.