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Muttt Boi has converted my bumbeling into readable english again. So, let us all thank him for this, by reading the thrid installment of my narnia story.

As before, this is not meant for those who hold fond memories of C.S. Lewis originals. This is parody for yiff, and we all know it.

So sit back, enjoy and leave comments :-)

1. Susan, the Gentle

The stars in Narnia's nightly sky seemed so much more brighter than anything Susan had ever seen before. On the balcony of her chambers she had found a beautiful manufactured telescope, and couldn't resist to try it out. The view was of such beauty, that she could forget for a moment how any part of her entire body burned in itching pain. As the fresh crowned queen departed from her viewpoint, the pain with all it's might rushed back into her spine and legs.

Susan bit her teeth together. Only a few days ago she was in Britain, and for the most time brooding over her schoolbooks. She wasn't all upset to the riding and camping, and now, after all the fighting and war, it began to show. She seemed even to tired to sleep, for how ever she turned and turned in her bed, the next cramp bit her muscles and peace was no option anymore.

"A bath," Susan decided. A hot bath would fit her now just right.

She hopped out of the bed and pulled the royal powdering gown over her nightshirt. A kingly bath with all comfort was part of any royal chamber; completely build from gold and marble. It missed nothing. Besides, and Susan wondered how she could have not noticed this till now, besides the water. Sure, she had seen the old way to prepare a bath down in the country, where the water was headed at the stove. But even there was at least some water in a bowl or something to wash ones face. The Narnian royal bath consisted for the most part of a giant golden tub, which looked as if it had grown directly from the red marble floor. Scented oils and perfumes with floating flower leaves stood beside the brim like an honor guard.

But there doesn't seem to be any possible way, to fill the tub. Susan wasn't as naive to think of finding modern plumbing in Narnia, but somehow it had to be possible. There wasn't even any kettle around. Again she was reminded, that this wasn't London after all.

"Do I have to roast the whole palace now, just to take a bath?", she growled, as she tugged her powdering gown tighter and was about to go. But as she was about to grab the doorknob, she could hear babbling behind her. Astounded she turned, and saw how water poured from a dozen hidden slices and filled the big tub. It even steamed. Testing she dipped on finger into the stream. The water was hot, just cool enough to no boil her. Just as she liked it.

"How did this now happen?", Susan asked dreamily while she slipped out of her powdering gown. She wasn't in the mood for deep thoughts, so she accepted Narnian magic. The water quickly filled the golden tub, high enough to step inside.

The Queen just had pulled her nightshirt over her head, as a softly voice asked, "Another wish, your Highness?"

Susan shrieked and in a reflex pressed her nightshirt to her chest. Luckily it was long enough to cover her front.

"I... I am sorry", the voice shivered "Did... did I displease your majesty?"

Only now Susan discovered the intruder. A small gestalt, not even half her height. Transparent, fully made of water, it stand in the middle of the tub and looked shocked up to her.

Guards stormed the room, a bear and a faun, "Your majesty, are you hurt?"

Slowly Susan regained her herself, "No, I just... got scared. You..."

A cool breeze of night air around her behind reminded her of her nudity. In the fracture of a second the queen managed to, became deeply red, raise a hand to hide her behind and shoo the guards away.

Her "Get out of here!" still echoed in the corridors as she locked the baths doors.

Susan's hands shivered and her muscles trembled even more then before.

"Your majesty," the soft voice dared to speak again, "Chastise me as hard as you like, but please tell me how I offended you, so I will never be such a failure again."

Susan still held her night shirt tightly. Shame burned red on her cheeks. The tried to grab her powdering gown, but to cloth herself she would have to drop her shirt.

"You really ask me, what you have done wrong?", Susan growled full compressed anger, "You hide inside my bath, watch as I remove my cloth, and you dare to ask me what you have done wrong?"

The water ghost crouched even lower.

"Forgiveness, your highness. You are the first daughter of eve in whole Narnia since... I don't know. And all I wanted to do was making sure you have everything you need at hand. For this cause I was send to this castle, to be at your service. And now I brought shame at my first duty. I am so useless, please your highness, please forgive me!"

Did the water thing cry? It was hard to tell, since his tears immediately dipped back into his body, but his voice at least sounded like this. Susan felt now even more miserable than before. To scolded this little waterbeing was rude of her, it was like screaming at a puppy. While usefull as a shield agains nudity, her night shirt didn´t keep her that warm anymore. Slowly she began to freeze.

"Now I... I want you to stop crying!", Susan ordered. This never had worked with Lucy, but the waterghost really did what she said, "And than, what's your name?"

"Rasch, your majesty," Rasch gargled "I was send here from the great father river, to provide your majesty with water at any hour and in any form you could wish."

"Ah", Susan said because she believed that queens should say something like that.

"Good. And just that you know it now Rasch, no girl... no woman want to be observed by a man while she is not properly clothed. Do you understand?"

"Yes your highness, it is just..."

"Just?"

"Just... see your majesty, I am no man."

Susan startled. "Rasch is a girls name then?"

"Not really.", Rasch said unsurely "Look, I am nothing of both."

"What?"

"I am a ghost of the water, your highness. We aren't that different. At least perhaps the old father river, but he tends to be eccentric. I on the other hand, no. Look at me, my queen."

He opened his legs wider than any human could and started hitting his lower body with his flat watery hand. It splattered loudly. A few drops flew to Susan, the ghost didn't seem to feel any pain.

"You see? No boy, no girl. No chicken, no cock. I hope, this can lighten your mood when your wrath will come down on me. I will stay away and wait for it. Good night, your highness."

The waterflow reversed itself, every drop hurled back into the sluices. "Wait!", Susan called.

The transparent gestalt looked sadly up to her.

"You will not be punished.", Susan mildly proclaimed. "It was a stupid misunderstanding, for that you can't be held against. Stay please, I really need a bath now."

Rasch bowed low to the edge of the tub. His face, little twirls in the water, light up. "Your majesty!"

Susan managed to smile at him. Her fingers hurt, since she cramped them in her night shirt. Other countries, other behaviors; she told herself, as she let her grip become loose. The white linen fell to the ground. She stood in the middle of the bath, naked.

Servantly, Rasch presented his hand. As Susan took a hold at it, warm water flowed over her skin and secured her while she slipped into the golden tub. The bath was marvelously hot and as she sank down she felt as if all of her sorrows disappeared. It didn't even bother her anymore that there was a servant made of water beside her. The steaming waves held her soft as a pillow, sustained her back and arms while pouring like a warm blanket over her shoulders, almost as if she was carried on thousands of smooth hands. The water ghost must have made this possible, and Susan enjoyed it completely. Heat and tender pressure massaged any pain from her muscles and the upcoming steam carried it away.

"Do your Highness wish for a certain soap?", Rasch asked after a while "An essence of mint? Some rosewater?"

Faint Susan opened her eyes. "Would you do something with my hair?"

The water ghost beamed with joy and bowed, so deep that his forehead touched his knee. As such he slid behind his queen, and Susan felt the water lifting her head a little. She hadn't moved in the slightest, the water sustained her safe and secure. Even as the warm floods encircled her head from behind, and wet fingers began to smoothly clean her face, there was no note of fear. All around her the water started to sparkle, without becoming hotter. Just a soft tickle, gliding over every inch of her skin. Cool oil dripped on her forehead, it smelled like the woods.

Water fingers curled through her hair and washed it better than anytime before. Susan didn't know how long she was laying in this wondrous bath, nor did she care. It never became cold and her servant never tired. All sorrows long had left her mind, as suddenly a burning pain hit her legs.

Instinctively, Susan roared loud, the ghost rushed beside her.

"Your Highness, did I harm you?", Rasch quivered.

"No, it wasn't you.", Susan hushed. Anger colored her voice, focused not on Rasch but on her own.

She opened her legs a little bit, and encountered the problem. The inside of her thighs was deep red and covered by an assortment of little wounds.

"I´m not used to all this riding," she admitted. Since she arrived in Narnia, she had to ride more then anytime before in her life. And nowhere could she find a saddle right for a lady. Obviously it wasn't the horse's fault, but this didn't change the fact that she had ridden herself tired.

"Oh, your majesty," Rasch excuses for things he didn't have to "How unthoughtful of me."

One of his watery arms stretched and grabbed a flacon that stood beside the tub, "Will your majesty allow me, to provide this medicine? The herbs inside of it should cure all kind of wounds."

"Oh yes, I will try anything by now." Susan formed a bowl with her hands, but the ghost didn't seem to notice, "Just give me nuhh...."

The royal advices disappeared in a long howling shriek. Rasch managed to hold the medicine in his hand, like oil drops that swam on the water, and moved it slowly over the wounds on the queen's almost white thighs.

Susan meowed while sinking back into the water's hot womb. She could literally feel it, as the medicine healed her legs. It tickled so wonderfully and erased all the pain. Without even noticing, she opened her legs more than any modest girl should ever do. The ghost immediately began to cure her other thigh the same way.

Susan moaned in joy. Feelings like this were absolutely new to her, but more than welcome. Her whole body sank deep into them. Suddenly she encountered herself to be playing with her breasts. Her fingers had found the way to them all by their own. Not that they were hard to find. Her "features" had rapidly developed over the past month and were now way to big for her age. She almost couldn't hide them under her school uniform anymore. Without a bra she could hardly cover herself. Normally she tried to ignore them. They were only to see for her babies someday after all, perhaps for her husband if he really insisted. But now, as her fingers grasped her young bosoms fully form, she discovered for the first time what feelings were hidden inside of them. Deeply moaning Susan trembled in wondrous lust, while foaming hot water washed over her nude beauty. Her nipples became almost painfully hard as they stood up to the ceiling. Any hour earlier, this would have embarrassed her forever. Whenever this happened, she had feared it would be visible through her bra and blouse and jacket. Not anymore. Now she twirled her swollen buds with relish between her fingertips, played with them and pulled them like incredibly delicate flowers.

All while Rasch's watery hands went on their way over the queens legs, and finally came to the borders of an ever forbidden terrain. Any try, yet any though to cross this line was since the beginning banned from Susan's mind. Until this night, this bath began.

"Rasch, what are you doing?", she asked dreamily. Her half closed eyes lost in the far lands of enjoyment.

The ghost almost stopped. "Your highness doesn't wish to be washed there?"

Susan licked her lips with greed. Her ability to understand what's going on was long gone, but all of this was way to good to be stopped now.

"Yes, I wish it!", she groaned blissfully "Wash me, wash me good."

Susan never had paid much attention to the >>down there<< but now every fiber of her being demanded it, or she had to burn. The first wet finger touched her, and Susan discovered heaven. She gasped for air, writhed and pressed her lower abdomen at the ghost. She didn't care anymore how indecent this might be in England, this was Narnia and she was a queen.

"More!" Moaning and demanding flow all together. "Deeper, faster!"

Rasch obeyed. His watery fingers played over the young queens lap, steeped her curly brunette public hair and fondled the shivering lips beneath. Even if water ghosts didn't share the joy, being able to bring all this pleasure to his queen filled him with glorious pride.

Susan lost herself a twirl of new lusts. In tune with her thunderous heartbeat hot waves shot through her body, till they broke in the middle of her head. The queen twitched without control, gave all of herself up to the fondly water. Like in a delirium, Susan felt the ravenous hunger between her legs, how her bulging swollen lips down there snatched for something, something to fill her. It was like madness, that longed for her mind. She wanted it, more than anything else before.

"Fill me!", she commanded through barred teeth. "Up to the brim!"

Somewhere in her head a little voice called that she would no longer be a virgin then, but this little reason was lost in a choral of primitive lust.

Rasch obeyed immediately; his liquid fingers slipped into the eves daughters the glowing hot intimacy, deep into the trembling slit. Nothing could stop the water, it flowed right into her. Susan cried in joy, broken only for moaning that sounded like a hind in heat. Carefully Rasch stroked his queen's lap with budding speed, while gingerly exploring her thrashing insides. He flowed through the thin seal without harming it, and advanced deep into his mistress belly. There, like a Narnian miracle, he touched what any men in the future would search for.

Susan shrieked as if she was about to break. She reared up from the water. All lust exploding in her flesh, her bones, her skin. A shock of pure joy went through her belly, her legs, her head. High-pitched howling rang in her ears, before she realized that it was her own voice. Tears ran over her burning cheeks. The world swirled around her like a dancing dishwash. The swindled. It was as if someone had filled her head with rainbows and sunshine. She fell back into the water, and it spurted over the tub. Susan didn't care. This one time, she cared for nothing more.

She could not think for a word to describe what had just happened to her. The hot water surrounded her, and carried her like she was flying. At least she felt light enough. Susan looked through a near window up to the stars, and savored her extreme relief. She floated in her own little sea, and all time lost its meaning.

After a while Susan regained enough strength to move her trembling fingers. The water still was delightfully hot and cozy. Tired, she lifted her arms and began to pet herself. Slow and appreciative moved her wet fingertips over her face, her belly and heaving breasts. The naughty foundlings elicited her a joyful squeak.

Along her side Rasch's watery body reformed from the water. The queens twitching legs had split him in half, but it didn't matter to him. His face of waves seemed to smile.

"Do your majesty wish for anything else?"

Susan smiled at her servant, without even stopping her petting. The water ghosts eyes were so tender; he was allowed to watch her.

She licked her lips, "Fruits.", she said dreamily. "I´d like to eat something."

"Yes, your highness."

While Rasch stretched his arm to grab an ever full bowl from the nearest table, Susan dared for the first time to grasp between her legs without washing herself.

Delightfully she probed her body's opening, and enamored she discovered, that she still was a virgin. Whatever she had done, it didn't shame her. To know this made her delight complete.

Rasch presented the bowl for her. Susan grabbed an orange, despite the fact that the same fingers just were wedged deep inside herself. Smiling she ripped the fruit open. She felt so cheeky, so saucy and free that she almost had begun to sing. Greedily, she bit into the fruit without a thought for her table manners. The orange flesh burst under her teeth, sticky sweet juices flowed in her mouth, over her chin and down her neck.

"Well, I never.", Susan purred playfully. She pressed the fruit tighter and drizzled more of the juices on her nude skin. Especially over her breasts and her lady parts.

"How clumsy of me. Looks just like you have to wash me all over again."

Rasch bowed deep, a broad smile all over his transparent face, "At your service, your majesty."