Inheritance: Scales of Change

Chapter Nineteen - Weight of Importance

    Aslan, did he try. He kept his word and didn't relent until he pushed you over the edge, not once, not twice, but three times. You rolled your exhausted body off him, drenched in your own passions, and looked down at his still hard, twitching cock. Again, you realized he stopped before he finished.
"Fuck..." he groaned. "I almost couldn't hold back that time..."
"Tell me..." you panted in a blissful daze, barely able to form complete sentences. "How do you want me? I'll do anything for you right now..."
He rolled on his side to face you, smiling. "I want to be as close as I possibly can to you."
You turned over so your back was to him, and pressed yourself against him. "Once more then, and this time, I need to feel your cum inside me... please."
    He didn't wait for you to ask twice, your combined wetness invited him inside you with such ease he took you a bit by surprise. He wrapped his arm around the top of you, pulling you in close, his warm breath puffing against your neck with each thrust.
    "You are perfect..." He whispered in your ear as his hand trailed down your side, resting on your hip. "My beautiful girl." He reached down and started playing with your clit as he continued his thrusts. You could feel every movement, every breath, every damn inch of him from this position. You let yourself drown in the intimacy of it. He adjusted his arm that was under your head, and tilted your chin back to him so he could kiss you. The combination of absolute devotion and pleasure filling his eyes as he looked deep into yours was almost too intense to bear. Almost.
    You could feel another eruption rising from your core. But this time wasn't about you... he had waited patiently for his turn all night, and you fully intended to focus on him. You wanted him to share the same love and pleasure he brought you all night. You weren't sure there was a sufficient way for him to experience all he did for you, but you were sure as hell going to try. But fuck if his fingers didn't know you too well...
"Will you cum for me...one more time?" He breathed softly, as if reading your mind.
"I... don't think... you're going to give me...a choice..." You forced out.
"Mmm...good... together My Starlight... with me..."
    You felt his chest moving up and down, in more rapid shallow breaths. His heartbeat quickened, and his muscles tensed against your back. You could feel his climax building, and it did absolutely everything for you.
"I can't hold it... fuck...I'm cumming..." He panted out. One last deep thrust, and he literally exploded inside you. You felt every ounce of his warmth gushing out and it drove you into ecstasy.
    "Oh... Caspian..." you barely got out before he made you cum for the fourth time, squeezing him between your thighs as he held himself inside you. He kissed your neck and shoulders as you shuddered in his arms. The metaphorical description people gave of seeing stars manifested right before your eyes.
"Fuck..." You panted, chuckling into the pillow, "you're going to kill me." Then rolled over to face him. "How..."
With a smile in his eyes, he pulled your body close and kissed you. "I told you I would try harder next time."
You laughed quietly. "I forgot about that..."
He stared into your eyes, not saying a word.
"What are you thinking?" You asked.
His lips parted a sad smile. "The irony of it all."
"What do you mean?"
    "I feel like you were made for me... like Aslan himself destined you just for me... Everything about you drives me mad. Those eyes...these lips..." he brushed his thumb against your bottom lip, and made you smile shyly. "That smile..." He chuckled. "Your ferocity, loyalty... even your stubbornness... is perfect to me. Yet he placed you just out of my reach... As if he's trying to teach me something... tell me something."
"You think this is his doing?"
    "It must be... he once told me he has a path planned for us all. I don't presume to understand his mind but, if his plan placed you on my path... and made me fall so madly in love with you, there must be a reason..."
You sighed. "I don't know. I've been having a hard time lately believing that he's been paying much attention to me. There was a strange dream I had in the desert, when I was lost...but since then..."
"What dream?"
You told him about the forest, and the mysterious voice that encouraged you to trust in those who find their way to you.
"You never told me that."
"I didn't think much of it until lately... since my mother..." Tears forced their way to your eyes. It had been weeks since you allowed yourself to think about her.
He pressed your head against his chest.
"I'm sorry." You sniffed into him.
"For what?"
"I'm ruining a perfect night..."
"You are doing no such thing." He insisted firmly as he rubbed your back gently. "It's alright to let yourself grieve, you know."
"I just... if he cared, if he had a plan for us all, like you said..." you sniffed again, "what did I do so wrong to make him take her away from me?"
"You didn't do anything wrong." He kissed the top of your head. "I know it doesn't make sense... and it's not fair... I won't begin to speculate, but none of this is because of you. I know that much for certain."
"How?" You looked up to him.
"I just do. A King knows these things." He smiled down at you. "You just have to believe me."
You shuddered a sigh. "What about us then? Why would he have us meet, and fall in love, if we could not be together? It really does seem like he's punishing me..."
"I don't think he gives out any more than he knows one can handle..." He thought. "Which means he knows how strong you are. And, if he's punishing you with our love, he's punishing me too."
"He wouldn't punish you, he chose you..."
Caspian laughed. "Well I'm not sure about that but, this also doesn't feel like a punishment... does it?" He hugged you tighter.
"No..." you breathed him in. "It doesn't..."
You lay together silently for a while. Then out of the blue,
"Caspian?"
"Mmm?"
    "If I were royalty... or reverse, you weren't... would you ever think about getting married?" You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. What a loaded question... There was no good way for him to answer that wasn't condemning.
"Yes." He responded quickly.
Ok maybe there was a good way to answer... "Really?"
"I would actually amend your question from 'would you ever' to 'have you ever'."
You looked up at him in surprise, and he met your gaze.
"My Starlight, I have been seriously considering abdicating the throne so I could propose to you."
"What?!" You pushed yourself up.
He didn't finch. "Truly. I have on several occasions weighed the option. And more than once you have fallen on the side of more import."
"You can't! You're such a great King, your people love you..."
He sighed and rolled onto his back.
"Please tell me you aren't actually considering this..."
"I cannot, because it's not true."
"Caspian!"
"What would you have me say? It is only for the love of my people that I hold the crown still, but more and more I find my love for you outweighing theirs..."
"Listen to me." You leaned over so you could look into his eyes. "I'm not worth giving up a kingdom for. That is absolutely ridiculous. We can stick to our plan, marry Princess Irilin..."
    "But you are." He interrupted, and moved an arm behind his head, unintentionally showing off his muscular arms. "You are worth an entire kingdom and then some." His other hand came up and cupped your cheek. "I cannot imagine my life without you by my side, but I can easily imagine a life without a kingdom under me. I struggle daily with the decision. Every time you laugh. Every time you argue with me and that little nose wrinkles. Every time you look up at me with those gorgeous eyes..." you broke your eye contact... "No. Look at me. Every time... I am tempted to give it all up, right there, drop to my knee, and ask you to spend the rest of our days together."
    How can someone say all the right things, and all the wrong things at the same time? There is no way you would ever forgive yourself if he gave up his crown to be with you. He was destined to be King of Narnia, and he's damn good at it. But a part of you selfishly couldn't help but be moved by the fact that he would. If he did relinquish all his power, his positions, his empire, and asked you to marry him. Would you say yes? Yes. But you couldn't tell him, because he just might.
"Now I must ask you the same." He searched your eyes for the answer.
Fuck. You wished he would stop reading your mind.
"I can't tell you... I'm afraid you'll do something drastic if I do."
"If I promise not to, will you tell me?"
    You studied his face. His gorgeous face. Those deep, dark eyes that held every emotion he felt in that exact moment, even if he tried to hide it. Those soft, gentle lips that made you melt when they pressed against you, or made you shiver when they formed the words they knew you needed right then and there. And beyond them both, that soul. His appearance is what drew you in, yes, but that soul is what you fell in love with. His protectiveness, loyalty, nobility, and optimism. His intelligence, passion, and even his pride. The way he laughed so easily. His accepting nature of others... this is the man you would want to spend the rest of your life with.
"I would." You said finally, and his eyes lit up. He didn't say a word, pulled you down onto him, and kissed you.