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This is the final chapter! Thank you Daphne, EC, LOVEM, QueenLucyfan, PeterCaspianRlz, Emma, Bella, oh my goddess, Brandi, Aslanmane, Narnianfan, Connors, CairParavel, Emily, Ramandu's Son, Guest, and all the other guests.

I would like to clarify how exactly this story is co-written. First, HQP and I set up our characters and decide on a list of scenes that will be organized into chapters. We then divide the workload among ourselves and write the scenes of our choice. As soon as HQP finishes each of her scenes, she sends them to me and I proofread them, then slot them into chapters, and I do the same with my scenes. I try my best to make sure that the chapters are typo-free and proper grammar is used, to the best of my knowledge. Finally these chapters are uploaded to this site and are published for y'all to read. So HQP is constantly contributing to this story and I hope I've made this clear, in response to a defamatory review from a coward hiding behind anonymity. We will not accept slander against our names.

Anyway, this chapter is NSFW and 18+ because there's smut. Enjoy! :D

(Cair Paravel, Narnia)

~Susan's POV~

I couldn't believe it was so late at night already. Tyrone and I stood at the exit of the ballroom to thank everybody for joining us on this special occasion and after that, as the servants cleaned up, only Ty's parents remained with us. I wished my parents could have been here too but I supposed I'd have to find that in my in-laws.

Right now, Lady Ines should be in my chambers waiting on me. I supposed she might have to wait for a bit longer because my mother in law wanted to have a word with me. It then hit me that I hadn't really gotten the chance to have a proper chat with her today because I had been so busy entertaining my other guests. Tyrone must have felt the same about his parents, seeing as he was on the other side of the room chatting with my father in law already.

"I just needed to tell you how proud I am to have you as part of our Harrington family," said Beryl earnestly, with the most heartwarming smile ever as we hugged.

"I'm so happy to be family with you now. I've spent so many years without my own mother in my life, but now, I have you, and I can't be happier," I replied heartily. "May I call you Mother?"

"Of course," she nodded and looked as if she could cry tears of joy, but then her tone had changed to one of nostalgia when she went on to say, "if I can call you daughter too. I could have had that chance with a daughter of my very own flesh and blood too, but it was taken away from me," she revealed.

My eyes widened in shock. "Your own daughter?" I spluttered. As far as I knew, Tyrone was not intended to be an only child even though he grew up as one. I knew about his younger twin brothers, Kyle and Nigel, who died when they were little, but he never told me about having a sister.

She nodded again. "Too much has been taken from me," she added. I could tell that it was taking everything in her to prevent the tears in her eyes from falling. Damn, I shouldn't have brought this up.

"I'm sorry to have touched on a sensitive topic; I didn't mean to –"

"No, it's alright. Really, it is. Let's just save this for another time. We'll sit down and talk about it and it's going to be a long story but I'm willing to tell you everything that you want to know. Today, however, is meant to be a happy day, and I refuse to cry unless it's of utter joy," she insisted, plastering a smile on her face.

I had better change the topic as soon as possible. "Yes indeed," I smiled too. "I wouldn't have had it any other way. Today is perfect."

"So how do you feel, now that you're a married woman?" She asked.

"I'm kind of nervous. I'm not sure what to expect, since I was never married before and I'm the first in my family to get married," I admitted.

"It can be quite overwhelming to think about how drastically your life will change from now on, once you're married. But it's not at all a bad thing because with my son, you will never be lonely. You'll get to experience and see for yourself how wonderful it is to wake up to the love of your life every morning, so long as you don't go to bed angry, that is. Of course every couple will fight but you'll see just how strong your love is and if you're determined to make this marriage work then love will prevail. And no matter what you're going through, you'll always have Ty for support, just as you'll be there for him too."

"Yes," I nodded in agreement. "And it's for life, too."

~Chronicler's POV~

Now Queen Susan was getting prepared for the most interesting night of her life. King Tyrone had moved into her chambers – well, their chambers now. Presently, His Majesty was behind a screen, changing into more comfortable, looser fitting pajamas, whereas Her Majesty was behind another screen, changing into her nightgown, assisted by her trusty handmaiden. Once Lady Ines had done her job, she curtsied and exited the room promptly, so that the newlywed couple could consummate their marriage. They had really been looking forward to it but they hadn't had sex before their wedding night, for their own reasons. They wanted this special night to be the culmination of their desire, deep passion, and sensuality built up due to months of abstinence. And of course they wouldn't want their first night together to be anything but fulfilling and loving.

Neither of them condemned sex before marriage, though. And it was not because any of their family members insisted upon waiting for marriage to have sex, either. In addition to a few courtesans, Tyrone had had a courter with whom he had been in bed, about a year prior to the Pevensies' return to Narnia after 1300 years of wait. For Susan, in fact, during her dynasty, alike her siblings, she had had her fair share of sexual experiences as well, but she never got married. Still, that shouldn't make her any less decent as a woman, and it did not mean that she did not have self-respect.

It seemed a bit silly to them, at first, that they had bothered to change into their night clothes, since they were going to undress each other anyway, and their pajamas probably wouldn't be of much use tonight. But they brushed these trivial thoughts off their minds, and walked out from their screens. Tyrone shut the door to the balcony and closed the curtains, while Susan made sure the door was locked. Then they proceeded to walk toward the bed, approaching it from opposite sides.

"Well, this is awkward," Tyrone commented lightheartedly as both of them laughed gently.

"How are we gonna do this?" Susan didn't mind asking. Sure, they both had had sexual experiences before, but neither of them had been married before, and the consummation of a marriage was rather different from having sex with a courter, or a casual one night stand. The truth was, though, in terms of sex, both Susan and Tyrone were open-minded, and were willing to try new things at the suggestion of either partner. So why not find ways to maximize pleasure, and make every experience worthwhile?

"Well, which way do you like it?" Tyrone asked pleasantly. He seemed eager to please his new wife and carnally, and equally, she wanted to please her new husband too. One giveth, one receiveth, right?

"My way," Susan smirked, for no particular reason deciding that she might as well take control of things for tonight. "First thing: we're wearing too many clothes." It was a summer night, and things were about to get intense. Tyrone got the hint, and he lifted his tunic off his head, while Susan removed her smock and chemise. They left their clothes scattered on the bed, occupying most of the space they were supposed to be sleeping in. That did not prove to be a problem, though, for they had other plans in mind. Just because it was sex doesn't mean it had to be restricted to only taking place on a literal bed, or only in the bedroom, for that matter. The bed can always be saved for later; for tonight, Susan directed her husband to the armchair.

Instead of chivalrously giving the woman a seat, the armchair was Tyrone's throne tonight, and Susan was about to show him what it was like to be treated like a King by his wife. Standing in front of the armchair and facing the love of her life, the Gentle Queen started off with slightly tenderer moves. They could not keep their hands off each other as they were so eager to touch every part of their partner's skin and flesh. Though their kisses at first were soft and sweet, they certainly were not going to stay that way, as they grew hungrier and rougher. Already rock hard, Tyrone had the urge to pull Susan into his lap as he was getting impatient, and he thought about pinning her to the wall and making love to her there, but he pushed those thoughts away when she dropped to her knees. She had peeled off all of his clothes; as a result his trousers were left lying on the carpeted floor. Once he was naked, she wasted no time in sucking him off. She couldn't make a sound at the moment, but he certainly could, and the groans he had produced were due to the peaking pleasure that he was lost in. It felt so damn good; he never wanted her to stop. So she didn't, and kept going, pressing her tongue to his throbbing rod to intensify the pleasure. She also looked up at him seductively from time to time. However, he did shut his eyes in bliss when he had his first climax of the night.

Her mouth was full when she rose to her feet confidently. She swallowed willingly, and licked her lips in satisfaction. He pulled her into his lap now; he couldn't get enough of her, unclothing her eagerly. Her undergarments fell to the floor carelessly while they locked lips once again. No words were spoken; they only needed each other, and now that she was straddling him, the way their bodies ground against each other's spoke volumes already. She needed him so much, and he craved to be inside of her already. They never thought they could want each other so, so, so badly, that their passion could reach such a spectacular height. And so, with their breaths hitched and hearts beating fast, unable to wait another moment longer, he slid into her, causing her nails to dig into his biceps that her palms were gripping. At first there was pain, of course, as she had anticipated, and even once experienced before, many years ago, but she didn't ask him to stop. She didn't want him to stop, at all, because she knew that very soon, the pleasure would overtake the pain, and she feared that she was the one who wouldn't be able to stop once bliss had overwhelmed her — it usually didn't take long. Both of them were expecting to not get any sleep this night, and they didn't care about that, because they just wanted to explore each other's bodies till the sun came up, and that wish had taken priority over slumber.

Considerately, Tyrone continued, altering his pace and the strength of his thrusts according to what she wanted. He would give her everything she wanted, tonight and every night, in fact. His lips left hers as he moved to kiss her collarbone and neck instead, freeing her mouth to moan as loudly and as pruriently as she chose. Those glorious moans were titillating, and it made him pick up more speed and change the angle a bit. In fact, some lewd phrases had crossed her mind and she didn't hesitate to let them escape her lips. He didn't mind at all; every word she uttered in the moment of absolute paradise was music to his ears and to his heart.

"Fuck me," she gripped his shoulders tightly, looked him in the eyes and demanded licentiously. Each word was enunciated with such clarity; there was no doubt that this carnal kind of lovemaking was what she wanted and needed. She truly didn't give a damn about decorum; she was a queen but fuck it, she had needs and she needed a man, a king – her man, her king – to settle them with her right fucking now.

Gladly, he thought to himself, and obliged willingly, showing her his eagerness and effort to make this night memorable for both of them. He wasn't known as the Diligent King for nothing.

He wasn't the one doing all the work, though, as she was grinding her hips into his in an addictive circular motion. Their pace was synchronized, and now it was time for acceleration. She wanted him to insert his member even deeper into her, to create more pleasure for both of them, so she ground into him even more fervently, as he pulled her body closer to his chest. He groped her waist and touched her all over, enjoying that he was free to do so now that she was entirely his, just as he was entirely hers. They were giving themselves to each other without any reservation or hesitation or thought for anything else in the world.

Pleasure jolted through their veins and reached every cell in their bodies, causing them both to sweat and pant. His movements became more rapid and animalistic, while she leaned back slightly to better position their thrusts, aiming for more pleasure because she could never get enough of it. And when she did that, he found that he was in the perfect position to kiss her firm breasts. Zestfully, he suckled on her nipples and left peppered kisses all over the smooth skin on her torso. She continued to moan wantonly; goodness, this felt so fucking good.

She knew that he was close to the edge when his hips were bucking against hers more vigorously. Frankly, she was close too, and so she pushed her lips onto his, her tongue tagging at his. When he brought her to the point of no return, it took her breath away. He felt the clench of her muscles around his manhood, causing him to hit his second climax of the night. He grunted ecstatically as he released his seed deep in her womanhood, and only after that did his thrusting cease gradually.

He lied back on the armchair as she collapsed on top of him, their hot bodies covered with sweat and kisses. That was a very intense round of sex, and though they were very much satisfied, they still weren't done yet. He carried her to the bed where round two happened, and afterward, there was a fort built with pillows that allowed her to comfortably kneel on the bed while he pleasured her orally, returning the favor that resulted in his first high. Her thighs were quivering in pleasure by the time she climaxed, and her juices ran down his mouth freely. That was the first ever time he had pleasured her like that, and it definitely was not going to be the last, now that she had known just how enjoyable it was.

They were completely spent by the time the sun came out and some rays of sunlight were cast on the floor, though eclipsed by the curtains' shadows. Only did then the two lovebirds get under the covers and fall asleep in each other's loving embrace, satisfied and made very happy.

A/n:

And that's the end of Chances! Please go check out the sequel, Her Majesty The Queen, already uploaded on my profile! ;D

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