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Daenerys Targaryen, Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, Queen of Meereen, and Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, had returned to her home to finally claim her birthright. She was now Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, The Blood of Old Valyria, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. But only six of those seven kingdoms truly followed her.

Jon Snow had been declared King in the North, and when he’d come to Dragonstone to treat with her, she’d been intrigued by him. They’d come to an understanding, but not to much agreement. He’d wanted her to abandon her fight for the Throne, to join him in the North against the "Army of the Dead" as he claimed it was.

She’d believed he believed it. Tyrion had vouched for him. Not a madman or a liar, not this Jon Snow. But a united Seven Kingdoms would serve better against this army, she’d argued, if real it was. They were beyond The Wall. She’d let him mine the dragonglass, she’d told him that he could remain King in the North so long as they could be counted on to be allied with one another.

They had parted amicably.

She had taken King’s Landing, executed Cersei Lannister, and had no end of trouble deciding what to do with Jaime. She’d let Tyrion speak with him, alone, and whatever Jaime had told Tyrion clearly made up his mind. Her Hand decreed that he should be put to death or sent to The Wall. Dany had not asked for details, it seemed too personal. But she remembered her vow to Jon that she would help in the North when she was done, so sent the Kingslayer to the Night’s Watch as a sort of advance on that vow.

These events ran through her mind as she flew on Drogon, as did what had followed.

Brief peace in the realm, and the start of rebuilding. Then, word in the North that somehow the dead had breached The Wall, sending attacks from the castle once known as the Nightfort. Long had it been abandoned and sealed, and it was thought impossible to pass. And yet, regularly, legions of corpses marched out the gates to attack. Jon Snow, his wildling allies, and the Night’s Watch did what they could to hold them back. 

They needed dragonfire.

North she’d gone, with all three dragons, and there had been an immediate silence from the Nightfort. One decisive victory just north of Winterfell from Daenerys, and the dead had halted. She almost pressed forth, but was warned against it by both Jon and Jon’s long-lost brother, Brandon. 

The boy claimed to be a seer, and had proven this through much knowledge that he should not possess. And, then, he’d revealed a truth to her that had shaken things. Jon was not Eddard Stark’s son, but his nephew. Her nephew as well. Rhaegar’s son by Lyanna Stark, whom he had married in secret during the War of the Usurper.

This news had been much to take in, very much, and she’d hardly had time to sift through it when a strange and unwholesome messenger had arrived.

Dany shivered in her saddle as she recalled the event.

A raven, dead and frostbitten, flew into the yard at Winterfell, its blue eyes unnatural and chilling. In its dead beak, a message was clutched. A tall wildling by the name of Tormund had nearly killed it, though cooler heads prevailed. The raven had dropped the message at Dany’s feet, and flown just out of reach to watch.

Dany recalled every detail of that message clearly and concisely. It had been addressed to her, after all.

‘Since the Doom we have awaited thy coming, Queen who brought dragons from death. Through many perils hast thou come, and through many more shalt thou pass unless a peace we make. Prophecy is nigh.

Our peoples may cease the shedding of blood and breaking of bone. Queen who has defied Death, come thou to me. Come thou to the Fortress of Night, and we shall discuss terms. This war need not continue, and your warm blood need not be chilled by eternal winter.

Come to me, alone. Let us make peace eternal. I am eager to meet thee, one Queen to another.’

The letter was signed in a far older tongue, a name given in a script none could read.

It had raised much alarm and consternation. So much had been gleaned from the letter all at once. The Enemy could write, they could in fact communicate, they knew Dany was there, they could negotiate. But also this meant they could lie, they could deceive, and it was the natural inclination of most that this was the case.

But the biggest news was the mention of a Queen. For this, they turned to Jon and Bran. Bran’s seer abilities failed them, here, as he revealed that he’d been marked by the Night King, and the event had left him quite discouraged from spying on the White Walkers, or Others as some called them, directly. But Jon had possessed knowledge here.

An old story, it had been, about the 13th Lord Commander, the woman he’d found beyond The Wall, the profane things he’d done in her name, a war. Long he’d talked, but in the end, it seemed clear to Dany.

This Night Queen had never been found. No record existed of what her fate ultimately was. It had been thought she was slain, but the details lined up too well for that to be the case.

She’d made up her mind. There had been protest on all sides. Tyrion protested. Missandei protested. Grey Worm and Jorah protested. Jon protested. Jon’s sister, or cousin rather, Sansa had protested. The other, Arya, offered to join her armed with her Valyrian Steel dagger. Dany liked her right away, and it had been difficult to reject the offer. Even Jon's new bride, a lovely wildling girl named Val (whom some insisted was a princess among the Free Folk) had protested.

But Dany had given the final word. She made her preparations, both for success and failure, and had left before any could follow, taking all three dragons. If this were a trap, she'd be walking into it ready to burn everything down.

The air was cold up here, even with her winter clothes. The heat coming from Drogon was the only thing that truly kept the chill off. She navigated to the castle using the map she’d taken. 19 castles along a 300 mile stretch. But as she drew closer, she was sure she’d gone the right way.

The Nightfort was unmistakable in that it did not look like it was supposed to. Ice spread out further from The Wall, here, than anywhere else. It gave off the distinct impression of new construction. The rest of The Wall seemed ancient, even at a glance, but this looked fresh.

Ramparts of ice grew, jagged and foreboding, in the shape of a far grander castle than had been described. The Night’s Watch hadn’t been allowed proper walls facing south since the Age of Heroes, from what she’d been told, and the story of the Nightfort was central to that. So to see it like this made her certain.

As the distance closed, she could see shapes manning the walls. Many wore black, and she hoped for a short moment that perhaps The Watch had succeeded somehow, but she grew grim again when she saw how many of them were covered in open wounds. How many lacked flesh.

She landed in front of the castle, with Rhaegal and Viserion wheeling overhead. She’d not wanted to land in the midst of her enemy, but rather within striking distance. They could attack, but she could melt everything they’d built.

Nothing on the ramparts moved. Not a single dead soldier reacted to her. No shock, no fear, no anger, no attack. They just stood guard. But even from here she could feel their dead eyes on her.

After many tense moments, she did finally see something stirring. Several figures appeared on top of the icey fortifications. Their skin was an icey blue, or perhaps a bluish white, and they wore armor that seemed black, but shifted colors in the sunlight. Like shimmering, black ice.

Dany looked at them, and they looked at her, and she understood what they had to be. These were the White Walkers. The Others. The Great Enemy in the North. 

She patted Drogon to urge him forward. The dragon snarled and roared first, then began to move as flame wafted up between his teeth. He hated this as much as she did, and did not mind showing these things his displeasure. The figures did not flinch, and she wondered if they even could.

Drogon was their opposite. Living fire, to their cursed dead ice. Even if they could not show it, surely these beings at least felt fear.

When they were closer, close enough for Dany to see their faces, she realized that one stood out. Where the rest had long pale hair, even beards on some, this one was hairless. And above his sinister eyes sat a crown of spikes. This had to be the Night King Jon had encountered at the wildling city called Hardhome.

Without a word, he and the others held aloft spears made of ice, and Dany recoiled in horror as they flung them without warning. Drogon roared, but Dany saw right away that he had not been hit. The spears were jutting out of the ground, just ahead of where Drogon stood.

Dany calmed Drogon, and the Others just stared at her. The Night King stretched out a hand and beckoned her forward with a single gesture, not saying a word. Dany swallowed, and patted Drogon.

She dismounted, and began walking forward. Drogon roared his protest, but Dany turned to pat him on the muzzle. Those had been warning strikes. She was supposed to be here to negotiate.

She stepped forward, and made her way through the threshold of the ice castle.

It was freezing, ice all around her, and she pitied the men of the Night’s Watch, who lived their whole lives under conditions like this. And now that the dead were beyond The Wall, she had to wonder if all those sacrifices had been in vain.

The Night King came down off the ramparts to meet her. He remained silent, and his expression had not changed, only now she saw that his crown was not something he wore, but rather spikes that grew directly from his head. As if he were born to be King of the Dead.

Wordlessly, he offered her his arm, as if to formally escort her somewhere. She hesitated to take it, but he remained unmoving. Staring at her with those unearthly blue eyes. Finally she did, and he was as cold to the touch as she thought. Were she not wearing her best winter gear, thick, fur-lined leather, she felt she might have frozen fast to him.

He began to walk, and she had little choice but to walk with him. She looked around as he led her, taking in her surroundings. Her perception of the ice, so far, seemed accurate. Up close, now, she could see stonework that had been coated in fresh ice. Even the ground was covered, though it seemed gravel had been thrown on top of that. Given that these creatures belonged to the cold, it was evident to her that this had been placed for her benefit, that she might walk without slipping.

The Night King walked her to a large, icey keep. It was daunting, built clearly to inspire fear. Further proof that these creatures were very aware of what they were doing. That it was intentional.

She followed him inside, through several icey hallways and up a great flight of frozen stairs. The further in they went, the older the construction she saw, still buried in the ice, but far more complete. This, surely, must have been part of the Nightfort as it had once been.

He brought her in front of a great door, ancient wood and iron covered in frost. The door opened, and he led her through.

They were in a large chamber now, and it was clear that it had been restyled into a throne room. Pillars of ice lined the walls, and there was a long rug leading from the door to a dais, upon which there was a throne of ice. And upon that throne sat a figure that took Dany’s breath away.

She’d listened to Jon’s story, to Val and Tormund adding details from the wildlings’ oral traditions, but she was still more than Dany had expected. She’d been told the Corpse Queen was said to be beautiful, so beautiful that she’d made the 13th Lord Commander forget his duty and his oath, but beautiful was too simple a word.

This Other Queen, for the Queen she must be, was perfect from head to toe. Her face was gorgeous, heart-shaped and eerily symmetrical. Her long hair was as white as fresh-fallen snow, only distinguished from her pale skin by the tint of blue in her flesh. Her eyes, too, were blue, but with silver in them not present in the rest of the Others.

She wore very little, unbothered by the cold, and her clothing revealed a shapely body that looked soft and warm despite what Dany knew to be the truth. The perfect proportions of her breasts and her hips were also not lost on Dany. Yes, she could see how this woman, or this thing in woman’s shape, could turn a man from his oaths.

The Queen of the Dead looked from Daenerys to the Night King, silent as he was. The Night King took his arm from Dany, and bowed low to the Queen.

“Come forth,” said the Queen, startling Dany. They were the first words she’d heard since arriving that were not her own. The woman-thing’s voice was gentle, despite the frost that surrounded the sound. Quiet, and yet somehow it filled the room. It was not a rasp, exactly, but a musical whisper.

“Are you the one who sent for me?” asked Daenerys, knowing the answer but not finding any other way to begin.

“I am,” she answered. “I am Night’s Queen, and I did summon thee to this, the edge of my domain.”

“I am Daenerys Targaryen,” said Dany. “Queen of the Seven Kingdoms-”

“I know who thou art, child,” she said. “Long have I watched for thee. Longer than you and yours have been in these lands.” The Night’s Queen, as she called herself, looked at Dany unblinking.

“And you have summoned me here to negotiate,” said Dany. “Why?”

“Thou art Queen of the living,” she said. “I am Queen of all others. Who else would speak with one another? There are no room for servants in this matter.”

“And what, precisely, is this matter?” asked Dany. “What peace do you seek?” She asked this with the confidence of one who had three dragons waiting outside. The Queen was unmoved.

“This war may wage eternal,” said the Queen. “But eventually, the dead shall outweigh the living.”

“And yet you wish to negotiate,” said Dany. “If you are so assured of victory, why stop?” The Queen paused.

“Has it not occurred to thee that it is not my wish to quiet this world?” she asked. Dany kept her face passive. “Thou hast traveled a great many leagues to be here, borne on the wings of living fire. Three dragons thou hast, enough you think to put an end to all of this. Perhaps this is so. And yet you attacked not, either. Why, pray tell?”

“None of the stories said any of you could speak to us,”she said. “And yet you sent me a letter, and you spoke of prophecy. I felt that had to mean something more.”

“Long has thy blood been entwined with destiny,” said the Queen. “It spoke when there was need, and saved thee and thine from the Doom.”

“My ancestors coming to Dragonstone, you mean,” she said. This thing knew about Dragon Dreams, then. “Yes, Daenys saw and her father moved House Targaryen to Westeros, saving them.”

“Saving thee,” said the Queen. Dany was silent. “All thy lineage has led you to this place, this moment. The last Dragon Lord of Old Valyria. And it is thy blood I need.”

“My blood?” asked Dany, stiffening. She remembered the stories of lives sacrificed to this woman. Was she here to die?

“Thine and thine offspring’s,” said the Queen.

“My dragons?” Dany asked, more fearful now. The Queen shook her head.

“Thine offspring,” she said. “The fruit of thy womb.” Dany almost laughed. She couldn’t help a smirk, though, and the Queen saw it. “Think'st thou I speak in jest?”

“If you are so well informed, O Night Queen,” said Dany, “then you would know that there shall be no fruit of my womb. A witch saw to that when she took my baby from me on the cusp of his birth. My Rhaego is no more.” Dany stared at her, defiant and triumphant. Perhaps she had come here to die after all, but at least she would take these foul things with her.

“I am Night’s Queen,” said the pale woman, “for I belong to the night as it belongs to me.” She stood, and Dany marveled at her full height. She strode forward on her long legs and stood before Daenerys, a head taller than her and then some.

Gently, she reached out and placed a cool hand on Dany’s cheek. Dany willed herself not to flinch. Her eyes were more terrible and more beautiful up close. Her skin was far softer than she’d imagined, for she’d imagined living ice rather than flesh.

“Thy womb is dead, aye,” she said. “And for this reason it is prepared to receive different seed.”

“What?” asked Dany, sure she’d not heard correctly.

“The pact I would make with thee, with all the living,” said Night’s Queen, “is for an heir of both our worlds. Living and dead. Night and day. One whose existence would be an ode to our peace. A song of ice and fire.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Dany. The Queen pointed to the Night King, who had stood by silently and unmoving in all of this.

“This is my King Consort,” she said. “My second husband. Thou doth call him the Night King, for he doth rule the night in my name. But he doth not belong to the night, nor it to him. He belongeth to me. A finer specimen of the craft doth not exist.” Dany could not fully understand what she was talking about, but she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She felt she knew where this talk was going, as impossible as it seemed.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, tired of games and the riddles of ancient history.

“From thou, I wouldst have a child,” said the Queen. “A seed of his, planted, and from thy womb born. A seed of mine, in truth.”

“Why do you think that would work?” asked Dany, asking only one question at a time. The dangerous aura this woman emanated was keeping her cautious.

“Thy womb has died,” she said. “We are creatures steeped in death. What better soil might there be? When the witch did curse thee, she started the work I must finish.”

“Are you saying you sent the witch?” Dany demanded, rage overtaking her caution.

“No, child,” she said, soothingly almost. She brushed a thumb across Dany’s cheek. “No, the witch was her own as I have seen it. But seldom do the servants of fate know their part.”

She was telling the truth. Dany knew only that much, and she hated it. Hated the idea that her destiny would bring her here, of all places, to this woman-thing masquerading as a Queen, who would demand her to be the breeding sow of this ice demon.

“And if I refuse?” asked Dany. The Queen seemed unphased by the question. She knew, then, the absurdity of what she was asking.

“Then war thou shalt have,” said The Night’s Queen. “Unceasing, for centuries, until finally the last of us dies, one or the other.”

“I have three dragons,” Dany answered. “I can end this right now.”

“As may we,” she said back. Dany forbade her face from betraying anything. “Our power rivals that of dragons, child. While thy living fire may destroy much, and faster, more mortal are they than we. My generals, the most powerful of us, are all here. All poised to strike thy dragons if thou wouldst make war with us now.” Dany suppressed the shudder that threatened to run through her at the thought of any of her Children being pierced by the ice spears she’d seen them create.

“So I have no choice?” asked Dany.

“A choice thou hast,” said the Queen. “My terms have been laid bare. If thou wouldst refuse, then leave as you may. Thy dragons too. We shall give thee ample time to leave. But then, the whole host of the dead will I pour into thy lands.”

“Whole host?” asked Dany.

“We have simply attacked enough to draw thee here,” said the Queen. “North, to receive the message. The offer.” Dany swallowed. “Beyond this castle lay an army the world has never seen like of. The collected dead of eight long millenia. And every soldier that falls to them will rise and join their ranks. Every soldier… every one. Man and beast alike. All beasts.” At this, finally, did Night’s Queen blink, as if to punctuate her statement. 

All beasts. She meant dragons.

“Then… what… what exactly are your terms?” asked Dany, her voice on the edge of shaking. The Queen smiled for the first time. It was as beautiful and terrible as her eyes.

“Our guest thou shalt be,” she said. “No harm shall come to thee, though thou shalt not leave until the deed is done. Food will be provided, comfort even. Hale thou must be, to bear this fruit. Magicks will I employ, to see to it your safety is assured, even in this palace of ice. But, for thy transgression, thou wouldst be subject to my demands during the process more firmly.”

“Transgression?” asked Dany.

“Alone I asked thee to come,” she said. “And here thou hast arrived with dragons three. A show of force. Respectable, in many ways. But the invitation was made in the spirit of peace and goodwill, so an insult thou hast made.”

“I am sorry,” said Dany. “When dealing with an enemy, one cannot come unguarded. And I do not call you enemy as an insult. One can only make peace with their enemies, it has been said.”

“Tis true,” said Night’s Queen. “But it was an insult nonetheless. No harm shall come to thee from these extra stipulations, this I vow. It is merely for mine own sake, that you would learn what it is to cross me. That we may understand one another better.” She said so solemnly, and Dany believed her.

“And may I know these extra stipulations?” she asked.

“No.” It was a decisive answer. It seemed the negotiation portion of things was over.

Dany thought long and hard about what she’d said, and the Night’s Queen simply stood and watched her. She looked like she could wait on an answer forever. but as the cold pressed in on her, Dany knew she could not wait forever to make an answer.

Centuries of war, unless one side got lucky. And even then, so much death and destruction between the beginning and end. Had she come all this way, this journey of years, to rule over a pile of ashes? She was meant to be the Protector of the Realm. Was this the way to best protect it?

“If I agree,” said Dany, “I have your word, then, that hostilities will cease? Your armies will cease their slaughter?”

“Yes,” she said. “There is no need for it.”

“Then why not simply stop?”

“The child must be born,” said the Queen. “The only way to balance the scales. A permanent end. A stop to what was started so long ago.”

“But why?” asked Dany.

“I do not believe you have the stamina for so long a story,” said the Queen. “Eight thousand years in the making. And yet, in under an hour here thou hast already begun to shiver and slow. Make your choice, O Queen of Fire. The future now rests in thy hands.”

“I have your word, then,” said Dany. The Queen nodded.

“By oathes old and new,” she said. “I swear unto my existence that if thou provide this heir, there shall no longer be war between us. Between men and Others. Between living and dead. Peace there shall be between us.”

Daenerys didn’t want anyone else to die. So many had been lost in the war to reclaim her kingdoms. If she could prevent further loss with this sacrifice, she would.

“I,” she began, “Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the First men, and the Rhoynar, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, agree to your terms.” She held out a hand. The Queen looked at it for a moment, and then took it. They shook, and Dany was surprised by the Queen pulling her towards her.

The strange, icey woman towered above her, and Dany felt small. Night’s Queen leaned down and kissed her, and her frozen lips suddenly felt warm. Dany felt heat flood through her body, the castle’s chill being driven out and away.

The Queen pulled back and stared at her unblinking.

“That is the first of the magicks to be placed on thee,” she said. “To survive the cold, you must needs them.” Dany nodded, and wondered if this was how the Queen had worked all her magic. The 13th Commander’s fall made that much more sense with each new discovery. Everything about this being screamed seduction.

“What next, then?” asked Dany.

“Command your dragons,” said Night’s Queen, “to keep their distance. Whatever means you have to control them, do it. Then, send a missive to thine allies. Once it is sent, we will proceed with the rest.”

Dany did as she was asked, as best as she was able to. As she set some ink to thaw, she attended to her Children. She told them she was safe, that she was fine, that she’d be here for a while, hoping that their strange intelligence would be enough for them to understand. She said it both in the common tongue and in Valyrian, in the hopes that it would help.

She sent them off hunting, though not before riding Drogon one last time up above the wall to see for herself. The Queen had spoken true, for there was a dark mass of dead soldiers on the other side. She could, possibly, kill them all now. End this all in dragonfire. But if she failed, if she and her dragons ultimately fell to the White Walkers, then what was truly left to stand between them and the rest of Westeros?

She landed, kissed Drogon on the muzzle, and then sent him off. She saw the Others watching her from their icey rampart and shivered. And not entirely from the cold. It seemed that the Queen’s magic kept her safe from the chill while she was inside the walls of the castle, but no further than that. With her dragons out ranging, she really was confined to the Nightfort.

She returned inside, wrote her letters, and a dead man took them to the dead ravens to be delivered. She was already regretting the decision she’d made, but she kept telling herself this was better than war. She’d been sold into marriage before. At least this circumstance was her own choice.

She returned to the throne room, where Night’s Queen was waiting alongside her generals and the Night King.

“Is all in order?” she asked, in that strange whisper.

“Yes,” answered Dany. “What happens now?”

“Now we begin,” said the Queen, stepping forward. She placed her hands on Dany once more, and now her skin felt warm instead of cold. She chanted, low and steady, in a tongue Dany didn’t recognize. This went on for some minutes before the Queen spoke again. “This magic will not take immediately. It is a slower process, as more must happen. But for it to succeed, we must begin the work right away.”

“The work?” Dany asked, her face hot.

“Yes,” she answered. Suddenly, Dany felt many pairs of hands on her, and before she could react she was being disrobed. “Stop! Wait! What are you doing!?”

“We must start,” said the Queen. “This is what you agreed to.”

“What, right here?” Dany demanded.

“Yes,” said the Queen. “Though that is more as a stipulation. Had thou come alone, this would have been started in my bedchamber. Now, it will start here, in front of my generals.”

“So you seek to humiliate me?” asked Dany.

“I seek to show thee that there are consequences,” said the Queen. “Whilst thou art under my roof, thou shalt abide by my rules.” Dany glared at her, not bothering to cover herself. She knew that was a fight she wouldn’t win. She’d felt how strong the Others were already.

“And what are the rules?” asked Dany.

“Thou shalt go forth disrobed,” said the Queen, and Dany flushed. “While in these halls, and in the Fortress of Night, thou shalt wear no clothing unless I bid thee.”

“And when will you do that?” asked Dany.

“When it pleases me to do so,” said the Queen, her beautiful lips curling into a cruel smile. “Though it may never please me to see thee robed, now that I have seen thy body. A more exquisite woman I could not have asked for.” Dany clenched her fists. She hated that this woman-thing’s voice could make that sound like a compliment. Hated that her mockery made a tiny part of Dany feel like she was being praised.

“What else?” she asked.

“No letter shalt thou send, that I have not read,” she said. “Thou hast shown a penchant for treachery already, and that trust must be earned back.” She looked at Dany as if waiting for her to ask how to do so, but Dany was cluing into the game now. She wouldn’t be baited. “Thou shalt do as I bid, when I bid, and with that I promise I shall bid thee do nothing harmful.” That, at least, almost sounded reasonable. “And, finally, thou shalt fuck when and where I wish it. How I wish it.” Dany narrowed her eyes. “This could have been simpler, hadst thou come with trust.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” said Dany, unwilling to stop herself.

“Perhaps it is not,” said the Queen, “but thou hast made me wrothful. I shall decide what is fair. And I have decided that the sight of thee, naked at all times, is fair. I have decided that watching thee attempt to conceive my child is fair. And I have decided that the manner in which all of that is to happen is fair. I am Queen here, O Khaleesi of the Kingdoms of Men.” She gave her a cold look, colder than any she’d given thus far, and then she smiled. “But do not fret. I am wrothful, but not a poor host. I am certain thy stay will be a pleasant one, by the end.”

Dany looked at the Night’s Queen as she stepped back. The generals also stepped back. Danny’s eyes flickered to the Night King, whose armor was being pulled off by dead attendants. They really were going to do this, right here, right now.

What had she agreed to?

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She was naked, now in the throne room of The Queen of the Dead, and surrounded by her most powerful servants. And advancing on her, now, was the most powerful of those servants, the horned Night King.

He was tall, pale blue, and strange. Her eyes darted briefly to his waist. His cock was dangerously close to the size of her forearm, erect, and just as strange as the rest of him. She did not stare, but saw what she needed to at a glance. It appeared to be ridged, like much of his flesh. She did not know exactly what to do. She only knew she did not want to look at him if it could be helped.

She was so focused on the Night King’s advance that she didn’t notice his servants until they had already grabbed her.

“What!?” she cried as she felt strong, dead hands forcing her to a nearby pillar. She struggled as they bent her forward, and held her wrists to the ice, forcing her feet apart. The Night King smirked, and was almost on her. “W-wait! Wait! Stop! Please!” She looked frantically for Night’s Queen, who held up her hand. All other movement ceased.

“Hast thou a concern?” she asked.

“P-please,” said Daenerys, trying to stay strong. “N-not like this.” The Queen said nothing, and just stared at her for a moment. She tilted her head, and looked almost curious.

“Thou has’t agreed,” she said. “If thou wouldst break the bargain now, I shall give thee this last chance. Thou may leave if thou wish, and a fortnight I shall give thee to prepare for war.” Dany took a deep, shakey breath.

“I…” she said, calming herself, “I do not seek to break the bargain.”

“Then what?” Night’s Queen asked.

“Just… not like this, please,” said Daenerys. “Not… not bound. Not… not taken like an animal. If I am to do this, to make peace… it is hard enough to do so with an audience. That I will bear. But not like this.” The Queen looked at her for a long moment, and Dany wondered just what it was that she was considering. She stepped forward and knelt, looking her in the eye. “You said you were fair. That this is meant to bring peace between us. Please.” Night’s Queen closed her eyes for a moment, the first Dany had seen her do it. She opened them back up and spoke.

“I am not without heart, child,” she said. “Wroth overtook me. This position would be impersonal, as I thought thou wouldst wish, but the distress of the mother in so delicate a matter… This first time, then, shall not be like this. Show me, then, how thou wouldst be taken, Daenerys of Valyria.” The dead servants released her from their grasp, and Dany sat up immediately. Nothing moved in this room, save her. She took another deep, steadying breath. This was for her people. This was for the world. She could do this.

Dany stood up, as proudly as she could. The Night King’s eyes never left her, nor did Night’s Queen’s. She resolved herself. An exquisite woman, the Queen had called her. Some small part of her took pride in that. That pride could carry her through this.

She strode away from the icey pillar, directly past the Night King. There was a bear pelt on the floor, no doubt a decoration left over from days long gone. But it was soft enough, and while it wasn't especially warm it was better than the floor.

She sat down, taking a deep breath before laying on her back and spreading her legs.

“This is how thou wouldst begin?” asked the Queen.

“Yes,” said Dany. “The Maesters say this is the best position for conceiving. Now… fuck me.” She said it as a command. She was the heir of dragonfire. She would muster that spirit.

“Thou art strong,” said the Queen. “Yes. Good.” Dany heard the naked footsteps of the Night King as he approached, and did not look at him. She stopped herself from flinching when he touched her, running his craggy hands on her flesh. He still didn’t make a sound. Did he like what he was seeing? Did she care?

She took in a sharp breath as she felt the head of his cock probe her lower lips. It, too, was cool to the touch, and she hoped it would warm some inside of her. It would be better that way.

The Night King grabbed her hips and slowly pushed inside. The feeling of the ridges on his cock made her shudder, despite herself. He was long, and thick, and his shape was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Finally, his hips were flush against hers. He pressed into her, and grabbed a handful of her breast, squeezing it the way a normal man might. Then, also like a normal man, he started to thrust.

He paced himself at first, and Dany wondered if he had ever fucked before. Wondered if he and the generals were like their dead army, if they’d ever been something before. But that line of thought would have to wait.

The Night King started moving faster, and Dany tried not to think about what was happening. The world was at stake. This situation was awful. And yet, his cock was… no, she wouldn’t think of it as good. This was demeaning, humiliating, utterly barbaric, and yet…

She glanced around, seeking her out. She saw Night’s Queen watching, and thought she saw the glint of lust in her eye. It was only there for a flash, but Dany was sure she saw it. The Night King continued fucking her, faster and harder, sending her flesh jiggling and rippling with his efforts. Suddenly, the hand at her breast pinched her nipple, and despite herself she bit her lip.

She was rewarded with confirmation. The lust was back in the Queen’s eyes, Dany saw it more plainly now. She knew better than to say so right now, but was sure she could play this to her advantage in the future.

The Night King suddenly hooked his arms under her legs and thrust, deeper inside her now, with their bodies even closer together. His cooling aura felt strange, just the opposite of body heat. But his cock, indeed, felt warmer inside of her now, the way any cool thing might feel after being held for a while. It was like his cock was made of stone rather than ice. Marble, smooth and warming.

Dany gasped as the Night King nipped her neck. Was he doing that on his own, or was it a silent command from the Queen? He ground his hips into her, fucking her deeper than she’d ever been fucked. Even Drogo hadn’t been this large. She couldn’t avoid thinking about it any longer. The comparison between mortal man and this strange Other.

His cock fit snuggly inside of her, filling her up completely. Its ridges, now, almost seemed to have been shaped for a woman’s pleasure, rubbing everything just right both on the way in and on the way out. Unbidden, the image of him servicing Night’s Queen came into her mind. Unbidden especially because she still did not wish to look upon him. But even then, she could not deny that this creature had carnal instincts that should make most men envious.

Suddenly, he made the first noise she’d heard him utter. It was like the ghost of a grunt. And she felt something cool pouring into her. He had spilled, and she had not been sure exactly what to expect. It was strange, yet somehow not the most unpleasant part of all of this. He stayed inside of her for a while, his weight trapping her but not crushing her.

Dany’s eyes once more made their way to Night’s Queen, and the strange woman was intently focused on the scene before her. Finally, the Night King pulled out of her, presumably finished spilling. She couldn’t help but see a few drops of strange, blue seed dripping from the head of his now softening cock. Softening, but still a remarkable size. She was amazed it had fit inside her. Magic, perhaps.

Dany stayed on her back for a moment, trying not to let the seed leak out of her. She’d made a bargain. She’d keep to that bargain. The faster the seed took, the sooner she could leave. The less she’d have to do this.

When she got to her knees,she instinctively reached to her clothes. Wordlessly, dead servants snatched them up. Dany looked to the Queen, who smirked.

“Dids’t thou forget?” she asked.

“Momentarily,” admitted Dany, her voice stony.

“Thou shalt find it easier to remember going forward,” she said. Dany had to bite back asking if she intended to burn her clothes. She was in a fortress made of ice, that would be a foolish question. And one that might lead to trying out of spite.

But that question led her on a train of thought. She was not dealing with any sort of person she’d ever encountered. She was not dealing with people at all, truly. She was dealing with monsters, and she needed to learn their ways quickly. She needed to be able to out-maneuver them if need be.

If there was any hint their bargain would not truly be enough.

But the deed had been done, at least for now. The dead stood at their posts, and the Night King just looked at her, what looked to be a smirk on his face.

“What happens now?” asked Dany.

“Now, I shall show thee where thou shalt be sleeping,” said Night’s Queen. “I shall not have it said by thee or any other that I am a poor host.” She stood, leaving her icy throne, and bade Dany follow her. The Dragon Queen did as she was asked.

She followed Night’s Queen down the frozen corridors of The Nightfort, committing each detail to memory. If a hasty escape was needed, she would be better served knowing just where she was going.

She was led deep into the fortress, and couldn’t help but marvel at how little the cold affected her. At the coldest places, she had some goose pimples, and she could not help but notice that her nipples were constantly erect. But her feet did not freeze to the floor. Her skin was not turning blue. She did not feel she was in danger, not from the cold.

“Here thou shalt sleep,” said Night’s Queen, throwing open a large double-door. Dany looked around in wonder at it. It was far nicer than she’d have expected. Night’s Queen caught her gaze. “This chamber was not here in my time. T’was added for the sake of thy ancestor, Queen Alysanne. In fact, much of this fortress was new to me when first I returned.”

“I had heard it was much rebuilt,” said Dany. The Other Queen nodded.

“The old vaults remain, as do my old chambers,” she said. “If these are not to your liking, you may but ask, and I shall move thee.” Dany regarded her carefully.

“Thank you,” she said, choosing tact and politeness. This seemed to please her. “Might I go about dressed in my own chambers?”

“No,” she said, simple as could be. Her blue lips were turned up in a smirk. “As I said, you are to be disrobed for as often as it please me.”

“And it does please you,” said Dany, her voice a bit lower and softer than it had been. She saw it, a barely raised eyebrow, though it was accompanied by silence. Still, Dany knew lust when she saw it. This being was thousands of years old, and though she was strange and inhuman, there was still a glint.

“It would please me more to see thee at dinner,” said Night’s Queen. “I shall send for thee.” She left without another word.

Dany sat down on the bed. Ancient though it was, it had fresh bedding, and the furs were not ratty or mouldy as she might have feared. But, then, this was a fortress of ice. Perhaps mould was not a concern.

She took some time to collect herself. The experience with the Night King had left her a bit rattled, not that she’d let Night’s Queen see it. But rattled was truly the best word she had for it.

It had been confusing, full of conflicting emotions. Horror at his existence, disgust at the nature of this deal, tempered by her ability to say no. She could have. She might have. She liked her chances against these things better than Night’s Queen might have guessed, but still. She knew the risks of that path.

Her Kingdoms had already suffered much before she’d taken her rightful throne. She would not see them bleed further.

And, as she stared down at her now lightly dripping cunt, she bit her lip. The chance to have a child, her own flesh and blood, the way she ought to have had with Drogo… she couldn’t lie to herself about it. The thought had excited her, deep down. Affected her decision.

She reached down, and wiped away some of the strange blue seed with her finger. She wondered just how much he’d filled her with. How much had come out of that tremendous cock. Monster’s cock, she should be thinking. And yet…

Again, the image flashed in her mind of the horned creature in man’s shape servicing the Queen. Inhuman though she was, only liars or the blind could deny her beauty. And, somehow, his terrible face contrasting with her gorgeous one made both more appealing. She brought the finger to her lips, and took it into her mouth.

Seven Hells, it tasted good. It shouldn’t taste good. Nothing about that thing should be good. But it was.

She lay back, and kept imagining the Night King servicing his Queen, his cock clearly shaped by some sorcery to be more pleasurable than it should naturally be. The idea that Night’s Queen would use what power she had to accomplish this, to shape a lover to her whims was… it was exciting somehow.

Exciting enough to set her fingers to work.

Dany let herself go with these thoughts, finding them preferable to the misgivings she otherwise had. She had chosen this course. She meant to endure it. And to endure it, she should perhaps find some pleasure in it.

She inserted a finger into herself, followed by another, as she imagined the Other Queen’s hips rolling, her breasts swaying, what the look of ecstacy might be on that perfectly sculpted face. Even the look on the Night King’s face as he found himself between her legs had merit. Monstrous though his visage was, it was comforting to think of him enthralled. Enraptured. A servant instead of a tyrant.

She reached up to the nipple he had pinched, still hard from the cold if not her growing arousal. Her own hand felt better than his, naturally, and she found herself wondering: had the Night King grabbed her for his own pleasure? Or had it been for hers? And was it his will, or the Queen’s?

She kept going, pumping her fingers faster and faster, until she imagined that it was Night’s Queen doing the work, her fingers in Dany’s cunt, as the Night King took her from behind while Dany watched.

Dany gasped as the image brought her to her peak. Her breath shuddered as she came down, a fine mist filling the air above her. She sat up and looked at her fingers, covered in her own juices as well as some of the Night King’s seed.

She inserted the digits in her mouth, and sucked them clean. The tastes mingled well. Perhaps his seed would mingle well with her soil. One could only hope.

By the time she was called to dinner, she had entirely reset her composure. There was, after all, a game to play.

The dining hall was as eerie as the rest of the fortress. It felt empty, despite the bodies. She noted that there were only two places set at the long table: one for each Queen. They were placed near one another.

To Dany’s astonishment, her plate had hot food upon it. Bread, potatoes, and rabbit. The meat did not look spoiled. It looked fresh. Night’s Queen studied her face for some time before speaking.

“It was not easy,” she said, “cooking. Given how things are. But they managed it when I ruled here, and I have made my servants manage it now."

“Thank you,” said Dany. It was simple fare, to be sure, but having a hot meal seemed nothing short of a miracle given the circumstances. She looked at the Queen’s own plate. It, too, had food. “I’m… surprised I suppose. I wasn’t sure if your kind…”

“We do not require food,” she said. “But, that does not mean I do not enjoy it.” She took her fork and brought it to her lips, a morsel of rabbit meat impaled upon the prongs. She blew, an icy breath issuing forth from her perfect blue lips, and the meat now seemed covered in frost. She slipped it into her mouth. Her fork scraped along her perfect teeth on the way out.

It was strange to see her eat. It was like watching someone trying to remember something. She ate when she'd ruled here, but that had been nearly eight thousand years ago. Had she not eaten since? Night’s Queen caught her staring, and Dany decided conversation was in order.

“So,” she asked, “we have… I suppose consummated our bargain. I hope you would not find it disagreeable to be forthcoming with answers.”

“That depends on thy questions,” answered the Queen.

“How… often,” said Dany, steeling herself, “will you be requiring me to perform the act?” The Queen’s face was nigh unreadable.

“At least daily,” she said. Dany tried not to grimace. “Provided that thou art not injured in some way. You are quite… small, though I say this not as an insult. My consort is quite large.”

“I was not injured,” said Dany. “Though I am grateful for your concern.” Best to treat her statements as gracious. Play the part of submission.

“But of course,” said Night’s Queen. “Thou art to be the bearer of my child.” Dany felt a possessiveness in the Other Queen’s voice, matched by the ownership Dany herself felt for this expected progeny. “Thine health is of paramount importance.”

“And I appreciate that,” said Dany, hoping that saying so was not overplaying her hand. “You said, after all, that this is an effort to bring a lasting peace between our kinds. It reflects well on your end that you would consider my health.”

“Dost thou seek to flatter me?” she asked.

“Only to thank you,” said Dany. “What would flattery be, to one such as you?” The Other Queen did not answer, and they continued their meal in silence. When they were finished, Dany made ready to be escorted back to her room, but the Other Queen held her hand up.

“Tomorrow,” she said, “I wouldst give thee a tour. This is to be thy home for some moons, and I would have you know more of it. After, we shall have another breeding session.” Dany nodded, and the Queen dismissed her with a wave of her hand.

As Dany walked back, she found herself trying to plan, while also trying to ignore several things. Trying to ignore that she was led by a corpse. Trying very much to ignore what she’d felt at her use of the word ‘breeding’. The latter proved to be a failing prospect. She’d agreed to be a broodmare, this she could not deny. Still. There had been something in her voice as she’d said it.

Something, perhaps, to exploit.

Something, perhaps, to enjoy.

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The Night Fort was a strange place to be sure. 8,000 years of history were present in these halls, both in the architecture and in the bones that now walked it.

Night’s Queen pointed out many things as she recalled them, commenting on how they’d changed, or speaking almost wistfully when she saw that they hadn’t.

“The walls of the fortress were strong in my day,” she said, looking out at the walls she’d made. “I am the reason the originals were torn down, of course. The Kingdoms of Men feared what had happened here.”

“Can you blame them?” Dany couldn’t help asking.

“No,” she said, without a hint of offense in her voice. “Obviously, t’was merely a matter of time before we might have taken all the realms of this land.” Dany bit back her words here, thinking silence the wiser course.

They kept along their tour, Night’s Queen showing her what passed for a library, the armory, and many other odds and ends. As they walked, Dany couldn’t help but wonder at the mundanity of the whole thing. Over time, it occurred to her that Night’s Queen had no one to converse with, at least not with words.

She wondered at the style of communication among the Others. They were often silent, though they occasionally made strange noises at one another that she could only think to describe as the sound sheets of ice might make when scraped against one another. Through this scraping, she thought she heard what could be words in a tongue she had no hope of recognizing.

But Night’s Queen did not have the same harshness in her voice, loud whisper though it often seemed to be. Then again, she seemed the only woman among their kind, and lacked the stranger aspects of their appearance. Dany thought to herself that these differences might also belie a difference in nature, that something about Night’s Queen set her apart from her kin.

Though, unfortunately, she had no way to know if this was true.

The tour took them throughout the Nightfort, all the way to a place Dany had thought she might not be shown. Deep, deep within the fort there was a chamber that was clearly as old as the fort itself. Though it was all ice and didn’t look terribly different from its surroundings, Dany could feel it in her bones.

“My chambers,” said Night’s Queen, opening the door. Dany looked about, her heart beating a bit faster than it had been. Why had she brought her here? It was just the two of them at present, with neither the Night King, any of her generals, or any of the dead to be found.

The chambers looked and felt old. Not opulent, not by any stretch, but not plain as the many other chambers this fortress held. In fact, Dany’s own seemed nicer than this. But still, the bed seemed sturdy, the wall hangings frozen in time. It all felt so impossibly old.

Dany looked from the chambers to Night’s Queen, gazing up at her strange beauty. Dany meant to see how far things could be pushed, meant to test if this woman could be seduced, but she hadn’t thought she would make the first move.

“Hast thou a question?” Night’s Queen asked, towering over her as she drew closer. Dany didn’t know what to feel in this moment. The Other Queen’s beauty was intoxicating, to be sure, but this was still a place of much potential danger. Dany didn’t know if she as ready for such a step to be taken, but she also didn’t know if she wanted to pull away.

“I-I’m surprised you would bring me here,” she said. “Show me your chambers, I mean. I… well I hadn’t thought to see them.”

“Hadst thou not?” Night’s Queen asked softly, drawing closer still. Dany couldn’t help but stare at the pair of blue, perfect lips that were now within striking distance. She had a thought, a thought perhaps to lean up, to take a chance, to kiss her, but she felt herself rooted to the spot. Frozen by the unknown of it all.

Suddenly, Night’s Queen laughed, a strange sound, and stood again at full height.

“Think'st thou I would take thee to bed this day?” she asked, and Dany felt her cheeks burning. Embarrassment. Embarrassment for her laughter, for the thoughts she had, for almost acting on the impulse, for finding this monster beautiful. For being rejected by her before she might even try to act.

“I did not know what to think,” said Dany. “Much has been strange since I arrived.”

“And stranger still thou may find it,” said Night’s Queen. But even as Dany glared at her, she saw it once more. A flicker of the Other Queen’s eyes down to her body, a half a moment lingered at her sex, at her breasts, before returning to her face.

Then without a word, she shut the door and led Dany on.

Eventually, the tour ended, and Night’s Queen sent Dany back to her own chamber to await her instructions. As she did, she passed through many of the hallways again, making sure to keep memorizing them. The guards hadn’t moved, and she supposed there was no need for them to. They never tired, never needed to relieve themselves.

Never needed ought but do as they were bid.

As she walked through the hallway to her chambers, she felt a most unexpected thing. A slap on her ass. She whirled around, hand instinctively raised, and started. There was only a corpse guard in the hallway with her.

Surely, he… it, hadn’t? She stared at it, looking for any sign of recognition, of mischief. Nothing. Not the barest hint.

She turned around again, and there was another light slap on the other cheek. Moving fast this time, she saw its arm move back to its former position. Then, stillness.

She stared and stared, puzzling through it all. These things did not move on their own, save to charge mindlessly into a battle, at least not based on what Jon Snow had witnessed. They were as still or as aggressive as they were commanded.

This dead man had not just taken a swat at her ass. No, he had been compelled to. Compelled by someone she had no doubt was watching her through those empty eyes.

“Your Grace,” she said, quietly, tersely. It had no lips, or Dany felt it would smile. She bowed her head slightly as she backed some steps away, turning only when she was out of arm’s reach.

She made it to her chambers and sat down on her bed.

Confusion reigned here. Confusion and cold. Still. This day , she’d said.

That held some promise, even among the confusion.

***

The following weeks were filled with much the same confusion, coupled with some humiliation. She never knew when Night’s Queen was going to make a spectacle of the so-called “breeding sessions”. Never knew when it would be just the Queen watching or if the generals would be in attendance.

Sometimes she was taken in the dining hall, other times in her chambers. At least They always knocked first and announced Their intent.

Often it was only once per day, but sometimes it was twice.

Today, it was the throne room, and Dany was on her hands and knees as the Night King took her from behind. In some ways, this was preferable. She didn’t like looking upon his face, and if she could take any physical pleasure from this it was the shape of his cock alone.

The Night King clapped into her, his hard, icey hips pounding against her asscheeks, her breasts swaying beneath her with the force of it. They were positioned so that they were facing Night’s Queen, who sat on her throne watching intently.

The generals were here as well, today, but Dany paid this extra audience no mind. No, her attention was focused on the Queen. She’d studied her strange beauty carefully, all the finer details of her perfect features. She’d gotten far better, now, at picking up on the subtle shifts that betrayed the Other’s moods.

That rapt attention, the bare gleam in her eye, the near imperceptible upward turn of her lips. Night’s Queen was enjoying this show, but right now it was for the feeling of power that she held over her.

Dany sought to change that.

She let her face change slowly at first, and pretended she wasn’t focused on Night’s Queen. As the Night King fucked her, she bit her lip, but only when her eyes ‘happened’ to pass along Night’s Queen. When she ‘accidentally’ next caught her gaze, she let out a soft moan.

This brought about a small change in the Other Queen’s face. The barest raise of an eyebrow.

Dany’s glances became more frequent while the ridged cock pumped in and out of her, her noises that much more audible. Her breathing became heavier, slightly louder to be heard along with the clap of flesh. When the Night King unexpectedly squeezed her ass, she looked pointedly at Night’s Queen during the resulting moan.

A moan that had nearly come unbidden.

Night’s Queen focused more intently now as Dany stared. She felt the signs of longing on her face, her parted lips, the focused eyes, the slightest quiver she could allow. She let her eyes roam the Other Queen’s body, from her sculpted face down to her long perfect legs, legs that met somewhere that was seemingly concealed with only a single, thin layer of cloth.

She felt her tongue as she licked her lips ever so slightly, and then looked back to the Queen’s face. She’d seen that, and her eyes were ever so slightly hooded now, a marked change from their unearthly neutrality.

She’d liked it. She’d liked it!

Dany felt a real sense of excitement creep through her at that thought. An excitement that actually made the cock inside her feel much more pleasant. She used that, allowing herself to look more and more wantonly at the Queen. Tried to imply that it was Night’s Queen she would have fucking her now, instead of this horned demon. The true master, rather than the servant.

Night’s Queen looked like she might be believing this submission, and Dany saw her hand slowly creep down to her breast. She caressed herself, staring at Dany as she did. Dany bit her lip as she focused in on the Other Queen’s breasts, trying to convey with only her face that she was imagining what lay beneath the garment.

The other hand made its way down to her sex, and Dany’s eyes followed. As it happened, the Night King changed his position ever so slightly, and his cock found a particularly sensitive place in her cunt.

She moaned and shuddered, hating that he’d made her climax, but grateful that at least she’d been making eyes at Night’s Queen when it had happened. She let her face tell a tale all its own, one of desire for the be-throned creature sitting before her. Said creature wore her satisfaction on her face. Subtle, but there.

The Night King pulled her hips hard into himself, and Dany felt the strange cooling sensation of his seed being poured into her. She looked longingly at Night’s Queen during the whole thing, trying not to count the twitches of the Night King’s cock.

She stayed as she was, panting and staring, Night’s Queen staring right back. Then, the Queen’s eyes flicked to the sides, and Dany’s followed, immediately aware that she was surrounded by the generals. The Night King pulled out, and Dany didn’t move.

“Thou doth look so lovely on thine knees, child,” said Night’s Queen, tracing a finger along her barely concealed sex. “I wouldst have thee assume that position.”

Dany did as she was told, her heart hammering. Surely, Night’s Queen wouldn’t do what Dany thought she would? She would not make her take all these Others, would she? One by one, the generals took out their cocks, and Dany looked between them wide eyed.

They were varied in shape and size, none the equal of the Night King, though all shared some of the shape. Long or short, thick or thin, all had ridges in varying shape and number. 

They began stroking themselves, though none moved to grab her.

“Thought thou to seduce me, Daenerys of Valyria?” asked Night’s Queen. She tutted. “Child, I have been the master of such craft since before your Kingdoms rose or fell. Thinkst thyself mine equal? Nae.”

Dany was surrounded by the White Walker generals, all of whom were staring at her, all of whom were hard, and all of whom were stroking their various lengths around her. But though they continued to stroke, they made no move to touch her. No move to stick their cocks inside of her.

“Fear not,” said the Queen, “none shall be allowed inside thee save the King. You are his to breed, after all.” This wording, despite the situation, irked Daenerys. It stoked a flame of rebellion that still burned hot within her.

She looked about her, at the different cocks, and espied one that she found especially impressive, and quickly looked to its owner. He was shorter than the Night King, as was his cock, with long, sickly-yellow hair, the line of which started high on his forehead with a pronounced peak. He also had a beard, as a few of them had.

At a glance, she saw something interesting in him, though. She’d spent enough time among these creatures to notice the differences. This one had a similarly lusty look in his eye as Night’s Queen and the Night King occasionally had. She made note of it. Note of the look, and the fact that his cock was even thicker than the Night King’s, almost dangerously so. Dangerous and unexpectedly enticing.

But her eyes snapped back to the Queen. She could not be seen staring at anything but her, not if this game was to go in her favor. She was down a move, yes, but she was not yet out.

The stroking had increased to a far more frenzied pace now, and the Queen had not allowed her to move.

“Now,” said the Queen. “Be not rude, dear. My generals wish to give thee a gift. Thou shouldst extend thy hands to receive it.” Slowly, with a slight tremble she could not master, Dany reached out, cupping her hands in front of her. Night’s Queen looked pleased, and Dany had an idea to further that feeling in her.

She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue as far as she could, keeping it wide and flat. Night’s Queen actually bit her lip at the sight, and Dany knew she’d made the correct choice. Well, correct for that purpose. It made what came next all that much more undignified.

There were a series of grunts as the generals spilled their seed upon her, splashing her from every direction. It felt cool and slimy on her skin, but she did not move. Her cupped hands barely caught any, and she felt foolish for thinking even a moment that they would try and aim.

Seed splashed everywhere. Her arms, her legs, her breasts, and most especially her face. Vaguely, she knew she felt it in her hair, but it was the seed that splashed upon her face and tongue that had her attention, the seed that nearly hit her eyes.

But she sat and took it all. This was all for the good of the realm, she needed to remember that, no matter how humiliating this was. This thought kept her still through the shockingly long process that was their spilling. It seemed only the Night King spilled with any regularity, perhaps the only one who ever spilled at all, and each of these frozen generals had plenty of seed to spare.

By the time they were done, she felt absolutely coated in the stuff. Night’s Queen looked very pleased with the results.

“Now,” she said, “drink what thou hast caught.” Dany’s eyes flicked down to the cool, blue seed that had puddled in her hands, and did as she was bid. She drank it all, going so far as to lick her hands clean of the stuff.

Then her ears picked up the surprising sound of a small gasp from Night’s Queen. Dany looked up to see her hands between her legs, unmistakeably beneath the fabric of her revealing gown. She’d truly enjoyed this display, then. Good. Dany was winning.

While Night’s Queen was distracted, she spared another glance at the General she’d noted moments ago. His eyes were still fixed more firmly on her than the rest. Quick as she could, her eyes flashed down to his cock and back up to his face, biting her lip before looking back at the Queen.

The gorgeous demon was still in the light throes of ecstacy, coming down off the high Dany’s humiliation had bought her. A single, long breath misted out of her mouth, and her composure was regained. She looked at Dany, who was the very picture of obedience, still on her knees and covered in the sticky fluid the Generals had splashed her with.

“Thou art a most gracious thing,” said Night’s Queen, in a tone Dany was sure she thought was complimentary. “Thou hast pleased me greatly. Go, wash thyself, and I shall see thee at supper.” Dany nodded and stood, knees somewhat shaky from all the time she’d spent on them. She left with as much dignity as she could muster.

But all the way back to her chambers, she could feel the dead eyes on her, eyes she was sure Night’s Queen was watching her through. Her cheeks burned at the thought, partially out of humiliation, partially from justified rage, and partially from unjustified arousal. She was certain it wasn’t the situation that was arousing her, but the idea that Night’s Queen had pleasured herself to the sight of her. That was something she absolutely could not deny. She’d been here over a moon’s turn, now, and she could not deny her attraction to this terrible creature.

She only thanked the gods that she was not so weak-willed as the Thirteenth Lord Commander, whomsoever he had been. Attracted or not, she would not succumb to this ice demon. She would fulfill their bargain, bring peace between their kinds, seduce her if she thought it was for the best, but she would not allow her to run roughshod over the Seven Kingdoms.

Perhaps the difference was that the Thirteenth, Night’s King, had lusted for both the Queen and power, and Dany already had the latter. She hoped it was more than that.

These thoughts ran through her mind as she reached her chamber, and she was suddenly struck by the sense that something was amiss. She looked about, and found that the usual guard was not here. That was odd. Had Night’s Queen dismissed them?

She entered her chambers, and looked around inside. Also empty. She began heating water for her bath, grateful that the effects of the cold were not upon her, but still quite frustrated at the time it took to melt the ice in her tub.

Frustrated enough to entertain herself.

She’d given up not trying to touch herself to the thought of Night’s Queen, even if the image of the Night King occasionally flashed unbidden into her mind. She held no attraction to him, though his cock was a thing of wonder for her. She was certain beyond all doubt that She’d shaped it for him. Or, more likely, for herself. After all, what was a magnificent cock to one such as he? He was nothing. A plaything for the Queen. That thought was certainly more comforting than others she’d had.

As the Other Queen’s body flashed through her mind, there was a knock upon her door. Startled, she sat up. Reflexively, she checked her bath. It had not yet thawed, and the cool seed of the White Walkers had begun drying on her skin. Perhaps the Queen had come to gloat. Fine. She’d let it stand.

She opened the door a crack to see, to her surprise, the general she’d made eyes at before, standing on the other side of the hallway from her door. She opened it further and looked out, scanning in both directions. He was alone, unaccompanied even by the dead. It was just the two of them.

Of course! The Others all had control over the wights! He’d picked up on her hinting, then, had dismissed them. Come of his own accord.

She took a good look at him once more as he stood there. Shorter than the others, wider in stature. Not fat, she didn’t know that these creatures could be fat, but thicker. She bit her lip at the thought of what else on his body was thicker. But he was far stouter, was the main thing, and she wondered at it.

In men, such a one as he might be ridiculed by taller men, or by leaner men. She did not know if the Others made such distinctions among themselves. But he was here. She wondered and wondered, and finally took a chance.

“Does the King know you are here?” she asked. To her great surprise, and no small amount of delight, he shook his head. “Would he be pleased to know that you are here?” He shook his head once more. Good. That was exactly what she wanted.

She looked both ways once more, and then gestured him inside with her finger. He followed, and when he was inside, he shut the door behind him.

She looked him up and down once more. Repulsive, as all save the Queen were. Were he a man, she would not find him any more handsome. And yet, at least he was here because she’d chosen to entice him. Chosen to use one of these creatures as she saw fit, for a change.

She sat on the bed and ran a finger from her knee, up her thigh, and to her breast, looking at him all the while.

“Are you pleased by what you see?” she asked. She remembered the seed still in her hair and on her skin, but carried on as if she were unaware. He nodded his head. “Would you care to…?” She did not say it out loud, instead laying back and moving her fingers down to her sex, spreading her lower lips apart to give him a good view.

When she’d arrived, these actions would be unthinkable. But now? Now they seemed the perfect way to vent her frustrations, to get one over on both the Night King and Night’s Queen. At least this one she’d invited of her own accord, taken advantage of the spark of lust she’d noted.

And, to her satisfaction, he apparently did not need her to finish that question at all. He removed his strange armor, and stood naked before her, his craggy, ice blue skin on his stout frame resembling a block of ice in some ways. Stout, for that was how she now thought of him, was not yet hard, but Dany bit her lip at the sight.

He truly was exceptionally thick, and some part of her worried that perhaps she was about to bite off more than she could chew. Though perhaps biting was not what should be on her mind just now.

He stood at the edge of her bed, silently. Without a word, Dany moved to lay on her stomach, eye level with his cock. She reached out and grabbed it, deciding to start the proceedings with a kiss. She pressed her lips to his cool member, and it twitched, beginning to stiffen right away.

She licked her lips as she watched it grow, and then licked him from base to head. Stout made no noise, but looked pleased. As pleased as these creatures could look, at least. She took the head of his ridged cock between her lips, wondering just what it would feel like in her throat.

She soon found out. It was different, though thankfully not unpleasant, the feeling of his cock in her mouth. As she bobbed her head back and forth along his length, she was more and more certain that She’d shaped them for pleasure in more than one way. The thought of Night’s Queen, pleasured by and pleasuring the lot of her generals all at once came into her mind, and she felt a welcome wetness between her legs.

She explored his cock with her tongue, taking note of each and every ridge, imagining what it would feel like in her cunt instead. She was also surprised to find that he did not taste terrible. He tasted most like frozen water, if she was being honest, and that made a good deal of sense. So much so that she was surprised he was not melting in her mouth.

Sucking on his member had, now, given the added benefit of warming it, something that had always made the beginning of her sessions with the Night King needlessly unpleasant. But Stout was warm, now, and she was ready.

She lay back, legs spread wide, on full display for him. The White Walker wasted no time in climbing on top of her. She bit her trembling lip as she felt the head of his cock probe her sex, and gasped as he pushed in.

By the gods, he was so thick! Dany felt breathless as his shaft slid inside her, stopping only when his hips met hers. She felt full, and gasped again as he started moving.

She did not know how, but this one was no stranger to fucking. He set a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow, and was fucking her hard. Dany had no complaints, even if she had questions.

His thrusts sent ripples through her flesh, bouncing her breasts to and fro, and his glowing blue eyes seemed fixed upon them. It seemed very much so that this one had a very human understanding of attraction, and his attraction to her was on full display. His eerie gaze took her in, and Dany shuddered at the look. She did not know whether to be terrified or aroused, but it was still better than the same look on the Night King’s face. That thought alone tipped the scales in favor of arousal.

His craggy hands found their way to her breasts, taking her nipples between his fingers more gently than the Night King had, and she couldn’t help but feel this was on purpose. He’d been in attendance, seen just how rough the Night King had been with her. He was pounding into her, certainly, but he wasn’t otherwise leaving any marks.

Maybe he knew not to, knew that this would be their secret. Maybe he knew that she didn’t wish to be handled so roughly. Either way, she let herself feel pleasured by this creature.

“Oh gods!” she moaned as he adjusted himself, his cock now massaging her insides. He was working his hips differently, not just the simple up and down it had been. It was like he was churning her, and she was very much enjoying it. Why did this thing understand lovemaking?

She didn’t care. That answer was unimportant. Stout raised one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder, reaching a hand down and caressing her breast once more. Dany gasped and moaned under his treatment, unable to believe her good fortune.

He picked up speed, and ran his hand through her still messy hair. He didn’t seem to mind the seed that still stuck there. If anything, it made him fuck her even faster, like perhaps he was trying to prove that he was better than the others. She didn’t know. She didn’t know the mind of these Others.

She gasped as he picked her up, showing a prodigious strength that she had never been entirely sure was in these creatures, grabbing both cheeks of her ass in his hands. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, and he bounced her up and down on his cock.

She liked it. Liked this feeling. If The Night King were more creative, she wondered, would she enjoy their sessions more? Or would the transactional nature of the whole affair still put her off. She didn’t know. She didn’t care. At least Stout seemed to have an instinct towards making things interesting.

As he bounced her, he also thrust his hips, his cock reaching deliciously deep into her cunt, all while stretching her exquisitely around his prodigious girth. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, until after what felt like forever she finally reached her peak. She cried out, clenching around him, squeezing her arms and legs around his sturdy frame, pressing herself into him.

Stout did not stop. He fucked her through her little death, and drove Dany wild with pleasure in the process. It was almost too much, but she had just enough of her wits about her to stay on her course. He was close now, she was sure of it.

He’d sped up, fucking her just that much harder. She felt the force of his thrusts rippling through her flesh, her ass bouncing with each pump of his powerful hips up into her. The speed and urgency of a man about to finish. And she knew how she wanted that finish to go.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Yes! Fuck me! Fill me! Spill inside me!” These words, she knew, would bring many a man to his climax, and she knew that these beings understood her. She wanted it. Wanted him to spill inside her. Wanted so badly to disrupt the plan laid out by Night’s Queen and her Kingly plaything. An act of rebellion to carry her through the humiliation.

They crashed down to the mattress again, Stout fucking her even more wildly. Yes! Yes this was it! She was so excited by the thought that she climaxed again. He was going to spill inside her, give her what she wanted for once, regardless of what She had wanted for her.

She was so thrilled that she kissed him. It was immediately a strange sensation. His lips were craggy, like rough ice, though they gave very slightly in the way lips were supposed to. She honestly did not think that she cared for this feeling. Still, if it helped, she was happy for it.

And apparently it was, because Stout actually slipped his tongue into her mouth! It was cold, not warm, and it tasted the way she imagined frozen meat would. It was not pleasant on its own, but with the mood the act put her in she did not care. This was working! She’d seduced a White Walker!

Then, to her immense surprise, he pulled out. She didn’t have time to voice a question, only to squeak out a note of disappointment and surprise as his seed now shot out over her body, covering her belly and her thighs.

She looked up at him in confusion, as his cock began to soften. Stout was still wordless as he stood up, stepped back, and began to don his armor once more.

They stared at one another, Dany trying to puzzle out the meaning of his actions. He seemed to be waiting for something.

“Thank you,” she said. “This shall be our secret. You may go.” She said this with an authority she knew she did not hold here, but one she needed to make herself feel. She was a Queen, damn it. It had been too long since she felt like one.

Stout bowed his head and left, which did make her feel a bit better. She realized moments later that her bathwater had thawed and had begun to boil. She scrubbed herself clean, wondering when she might have a chance at Stout again. If she was to make a cuckhold of the Night King, it would certainly be with this one. With any luck, the looks of one Other or another would not be overly present in the child she was meant to bear, and this little scheme need not be discovered.

She was soon clean, and walked with some dignity down the halls come time to present herself for supper. Tonight at the table it was herself, Night’s Queen, and the Night King, with only the dead standing guard. The food had gotten better over time, though she’d not chosen to ask how. Didn’t want to know if they were raiding farms or keeps for stores and spices.

“Thou hast some radiance about thee this night,” said Night’s Queen, her voice quite pleasant. Almost, Dany thought, rapturous.

“Thank you, your Grace,” said Dany, allowing herself to feel pleased at the compliment, to show her that she appreciated it. “And you look quite lovely yourself this evening. You’re positively glowing.”

“How could I not be?” she asked. “My mood is most high.”

“I am glad, your Grace,” said Dany. “I do hope I have pleased you, today.” Night’s Queen smiled.

“Oh, thou hast,” she said. “Mine eyes have never before held such a lovely sight. One of thine great beauty and pride, on thine knees before my servants.” Dany let that slide. She’d won, today. “Taking the seed offered thee so willingly.”

“As her Grace wishes,” said Dany, humble as she could manage. Night’s Queen would not get a rise from her.

“The sight of thee on thy belly, a cock in thy mouth,” said Night’s Queen, taking a bite of her food. Dany froze, staring at her. “The sight of thee on thy back, in the throes of ecstacy. Absolutely exquisite.”

“Pardon, your Grace?” asked Dany, trying to keep her voice level. The Other Queen’s grin grew, wide and wicked, more mischief in her face than ever Dany had thought possible.

“Think’st thou I was not there, this eve?” she asked. “That thou, perhaps, had enticed one of mine own through thine own wiles alone?” Dany said nothing, and Night’s Queen laughed. “Nothing escapes mine notice, not in my domain.” Dany shot a glance at the Night King, who looked as smug as she was sure he could look.

“In what way?” asked Dany.

“His lust, yes, was genuine,” said the Queen. “He is one made from the loins of a man quite ruled by his lust, one who dealt with our kind for years. Sons for safety. But think’st thou any of mine would truly turn? No, child.”

Dany stared at her in a cold fury. She’d been tricked. Again.

“I watched through his eyes,” she said, undeniable pleasure in her voice, “felt with his body. Thou shalt not find fooling me to be so easy. The child thou shalt bear me shall be of my King Consort’s seed, and no other’s.” Her smile reduced to a smirk, and she kept eating.

Dany forced herself to eat, the fury and embarrassment burning hot within her as dinner continued. She was nearly raging by the time she returned to her chambers.

But just as her temper nearly boiled over, rash thoughts of calling for Drogon and burning all of this to the ground around Night’s Queen’s ears, realization struck her.

The Queen had said she watched through Stout’s eyes and felt through his body. But she had also groped Dany through the dead hands of her guards. Night’s Queen had ultimate control over these beings whenever she wanted. And she was far too pleased with things despite Dany’s attempt to thwart her, something that should have brought her to wroth.

It all came together for her in that moment. Everything she’d seen and learned during her stay here, everything she’d managed to puzzle out about Night’s Queen. She was absolutely certain of it, now: Night’s Queen didn’t just want her to bear a child. 

She wanted her.

And she had fucked Dany with Stout’s body.

Chapter Text

It had been roughly two moons since Daenerys had made her bargain with Night’s Queen, a moon’s turn since her realization that Night’s Queen did in fact want her. A moon’s turn since Dany realized that she wanted the Other Queen as well.

And, in that time, she had been making ready to do something about it.

The problem was, though, that Night’s Queen had kept her at a distance. Always tantalizingly close, but never close enough. Never long enough to establish her footing, to gain a hold of anything. It was maddening.

But the tension was there, always. She felt it. She could see it in the strange woman’s eyes, see that she felt it too. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. Did she want to be pursued further? Was this all some test? She was tired of being tested. Tired of being toyed with. 

Tired of being alone.

And she was absolutely sure Night’s Queen was tired of being alone, too. How could she not be? Even surrounded by the Others as she was, what company did she truly have? These White Walkers did not make for good company. They were single-minded, so far as Dany could tell, everything they did in service to one singular purpose. Even if that purpose was ultimately to serve Night’s Queen, what good was that? None of them struck her as anything close to Missandei, none who could both serve and provide companionship, not even her consort.

No, she needed an equal. Daenerys Targaryen, First of Her Name, Blood of Old Valyria, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Queen of Meereen, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, and Queen of the Iron Throne. That’s who she was. Who else living could be an equal to this woman? 

Night’s Queen had been Queen of the Dead for 8000 years. A long, long time. But a long time trapped behind The Wall, and it showed. When she was not watching the Night King fucking her, not teasing her by dangling Stout or the knowledge of what happened between them in front of her, Night’s Queen was hungry. Hungry for news of the world.

Dany had been telling her things as she asked, had found a sort of ease and comfort in it. That had led to more comfort with the situation as a whole, this last moon’s turn. She’d even grown more comfortable with being nude at all times. Dany wondered if, perhaps, she simply adjusted quickly to harshness, or if things simply were not as bad here as she’d first thought. Looking at Night’s Queen over dinner this evening, she suspected the latter.

They ate quietly. It was just the two of them at present. Night’s Queen had actually sent the Night King away at Dany’s request, an act Dany took in with some measure of hope. After all, why else send him away unless she was being given a chance.

“Have you ever seen beyond Westeros?” asked Dany. Night’s Queen looked up from her meal and stared at her, curious. “You have some means of seeing beyond The Wall, beyond time to some measure, yes?”

“After a fashion,” said Night’s Queen. “Tis more… tis more an awareness than sight. Accurate in many ways. But… no, no my sight spreads not across the Narrow Sea.”

“Would you… like me to tell you about it?” she asked. Night’s Queen tilted her head, almost like a wolf might while regarding something curious.

“Thou hast not offered stories freely before,” said Night’s Queen.

“I haven’t,” acknowledged Dany. “But I’d… I’d like to. If you would like to hear it.”

“I would,” said Night’s Queen, and Dany swore there was a note of eagerness in her calm, cool voice.

She started with the Dothraki, telling her of the Great Grass Sea and Vaes Dothrak. Night’s Queen listened intently. She even looked pleased when Dany told her how she’d handled the Khals and won the Dothraki to her, what she’d done to the men who’d promised to rape her.

“Wouldst thou tell me more?” she asked. Dany nodded. She spoke next of Meereen, and Night’s Queen hung on her every word. She seemed fascinated by Dany’s descriptions of the stone city, the great marbled pyramids, how ancient it was.

“How camest thou to conquer such a place?” asked Night’s Queen. Dany began to tell her, but yawned. Looking at a nearby candle, she realized they’d been talking for some time.

“I should like to tell you tomorrow, if you would wait,” said Daenerys. Night’s Queen nodded, and escorted Dany to her chambers.

The next day, The Night King handled her far more gently than he had before, more mindful of how rough his hands were. It was the most pleasant breeding session she’d had with him.

That night at dinner, the two women were once again alone, and Dany told Night’s Queen more. She’d spent a long time in Meereen, so there was a lot to tell. She made good on her promise, of course, and told Night’s Queen how she’d taken Meereen. The short war, far shortened when Daario turned for want of her. Dany’s gratefulness at not having to waste lives, not having to endanger the people of Meereen. How she’d dealt with the slavers.

Night’s Queen seemed especially interested in this. She even looked somewhat downcast when Dany recounted how she’d had a meeting with a former slave who had, against all reason, missed being a slave.

“He missed the comfort of the known,” offered Night’s Queen. “The living fear what they know not.”

“I’ve told myself that,” said Dany. “But still, it made me doubt.”

“For what thou set out to accomplish,” said Night’s Queen, “thine choices were right in my estimation.” The words were a surprising comfort.

“You think so?” asked Dany.

“Thou art called ‘Breaker of Chains’, yes?” the Other Queen asked. “I remember this is one of thy monikers, correct?” Dany nodded. “Then thou couldst do no less. Millenia after millenia have I been privy to the living enslaving one another. Thou hast set thyself against the practice, and thine actions reflect this. Thou hast done what was needed for thy goal.” Suddenly, Night’s Queen looked far away. “The living claim dominion over change, but too many seek to keep the world rigid. This I have seen.”

They were quiet for some time, both eating silently. Eventually, though, Night’s Queen looked at her again.

“Wouldst thou continue?” she asked, a genuine ask and not an order. Dany gave a small smile and spoke more. She told of the fighting pits, the Sons of the Harpy, the attempt on her life. She found herself talking about Jorah, his betrayal, the times he’d saved her.

Before she knew it, she’d worked backwards to how she’d obtained the Unsullied, and once more she realized they’d been speaking for hours. This time, though, Night’s Queen noted the time.

“Thou must needs rest,” she said, a hint of remorse in her voice. She clearly wanted to hear more, and could likely speak forever without rest. Dany certainly didn’t think she actually needed sleep. They walked quietly through the halls for a time, before Night’s Queen spoke again. “If… if thou wouldst, thou might…” She was silent again.

“Yes?” asked Dany.

“Never mind my words,” said Night’s Queen. “They are of no consequence.”

“Nothing you say could be of no consequence,” said Dany. Night’s Queen regarded her silently, but not as she had before. Often, it had been with a superiority, haughtiness even. But now it was something else, something Dany wasn’t sure she’d read on her face before. 

Still, neither said anything more that night.

The next day, the breeding session did not start until Dany initiated, a first. It was just the King, Queen, and herself, and it felt intimate for the first time.

The Night King’s hands were gentle once more, and sought out her pleasure. He actually earned a small moan when his craggy fingers found a sensitive place on the small of her back. At one point, he actually sat back, and she was on his lap.

Almost instinctively, Dany began to ride him. It wasn’t the rough, quick fucking it had been before. It was slow, sensuous even. She pumped her hips up and down on his member at her own pace, his hands occupied with both her breasts and her ass, but not in his lustful way. They were seeking, now, searching for the places she liked to be touched.

Dany knew, deep down, just what was happening, and she looked over her shoulder at the Queen, locking eyes with her. Night’s Queen did not look away, and did not hide where her own fingers were going. She was once more openly pleasuring herself to the display, but there was an almost rapturous look on her face. A softness that had not revealed itself until now.

Dany looked at her with longing, a longing she felt reflected back. When the Night King spilled, Dany was left wanting, and not in the way she had been before.

At dinner, Dany wasted no time continuing her story. Buying the Unsullied, turning them on the Masters, freeing them. The way they’d chosen to follow her. She took the story back to Quarth, the hurt she’d known at the hands of the woman she’d thought her friend. Thought, perhaps, more than a friend. The heartache of it. The way she’d hardened her heart.

Night’s Queen asked about the House of the Undying, and Dany told her everything. They’d sat very near one another tonight, and Dany was surprised when she felt a tear escape her eye when recounting her reunion with Drogo. Or with his soul, whatever it was that she had truly experienced.

Her surprise was greater when she felt a cool finger stroke her cheek, felt the tear freeze on her skin and be brushed away. They said nothing, and Dany found her hand on the Queen’s. Neither moved, simply staring into one another’s eyes. Night’s Queen had beautiful eyes, if terrifying in their strangeness. Like ice that glowed pale blue, but so alive for one called the Corpse Queen.

Dany could no longer hold herself back. Her need of this woman was too great. She leaned forward and kissed her. She was not pushed away, as she feared she would be. Night’s Queen instead took her into her arms, held her tight to her cool body. Soon, she’d even pulled Dany into her lap.

Dany wrapped her arms around Night’s Queen, burying her fingers in her hair, pulling herself tight against the Other Queen’s waist, pressing their bodies together. She desired closeness, and she would have it.

Their tongues danced a slow waltz about one another, and Dany reveled in it. She’d had her first taste of the woman when she’d first arrived and did not realize how badly she’d needed it again. She felt a hand on her ass, a possessive squeeze, and moaned into the Queen.

She thought she felt her begin to pull away, and held tighter, swirled her tongue more fiercely. She needed this Other woman to know. To know that she desired her. That she would not be so simply brushed aside. She was a Queen, by the gods. She’d done everything she could for her people. She wanted this one thing, and she would do what she needed to have it.

To her surprise, Night’s Queen tightened her grip, and stood. Dany was suddenly on the table, the dishes cast aside, the Queen atop her. Dany wrapped her legs around her, doing her damndest to keep as close as she could, to ignore the growing need for more air.

She was gasping for breath when Night’s Queen finally pulled away, her face but an inch from hers.

“Thou wouldst have me, then?” she asked. “Not merely for our bargain?”

“I want you,” said Dany, breathlessly. “I know you want me, too. You’ve held back, and I’m tired of it. You reign here, but I am a Queen just as you are. I would have my demands met.”

“And what are thy demands?” asked Night’s Queen.

“Take me,” said Dany. “Not as another, not through the body of one of your generals, but as yourself. I need you. I crave your touch, I crave the feeling of your body on mine. I crave the taste of you, your eyes upon me, your lips on mine. I have promised you an heir, you have promised me peace. But I desire more than peace.” She reached up and cupped the Other Queen’s cheek. “I desire you.”

Night’s Queen looked her in the eye, gazing deeply, as if into her very soul. Then she kissed her, more fiercely than Dany had thought her capable of.

“I have no desire to remain alone,” she said, as soft as her voice would allow. Her eyes flicked up and around. “I would have thee, Daenerys of Valyria, though not here. Might I take thee to my chambers?”

“Yes,” Dany breathed, and Night’s Queen took her lips in hers once more. She picked Dany up off the table, and Dany was vaguely aware that she was being carried. But her focus was on the Other Queen’s lips. Just as she thought she needed to stop for air, she realized she was being tossed on a bed.

The door was closed, and it was just the two of them now. Dany looked Night’s Queen up and down, drinking in the sight of her as the Other Queen removed her dress. Dany’s breath caught in her throat as she finally beheld her body, unadorned and unshrouded.

Her gorgeous curves were now on full display, not an inch hidden by fabric. Her breasts were adorned with dark blue nipples, and her long legs met at a perfect looking sex, crowned by a small thatch of snow-white hair. Dany, of course, had seen the shape of her body quite well before, as her dress had harldy hidden anything. But there was something special about what she saw now that both of them were nude before each other.

“Art thou… pleased?” asked Night’s Queen, more vulnerable than Dany had ever imagined seeing her.

“Quite,” said Dany. “You are even more beautiful than I’d imagined.”

“Hadst thou truly imagined this sight?” asked Night’s Queen, running a finger along her collar bone. Dany nodded.

“Often,” admitted Dany.

“I am sorry,” said Night’s Queen, “that I toyed with thee for so long. It was-”

“You can make it up to me by climbing into this bed,” said Dany. Night’s Queen needed no further goading. She crawled onto the bed, and hovered above Dany, that glorious body mere inches from Dany’s own.

Dany wasted no time, leaning up and catching one of Night’s Queen’s breasts in her mouth, running her tongue over the cool, hard nipple. Night’s Queen moaned, a sound Dany immediately knew she would be striving to hear more of. It was the whisper of a winter wind, brushing through the branches of a tree. A sigh, almost, but with just a little more to it, something that came from deeper down.

Night’s Queen sank down on her, resting her weight on Dany. Dany let her hands roam, wanting to explore every inch of this woman now that she finally had the chance. She needed to know where her sensitive places were, where she liked to be touched, the spots that would make her writhe, and beyond that she just wanted to feel every inch of her. Touch every part of this body that had been beyond her reach for so long now.

Dany grabbed the Queen’s ass, squeezing the ample flesh there as she pulled her closer. Their sexes brushed against one another, and Dany shuddered at the contact. She focused in on the taste of the Other Queen’s flesh. It was unique, good, almost like iced fruit.

She took the nipple between her teeth, adding just the slightest pressure. Night’s Queen gasped, a ghostly but pleasing noise. She kept going until Night’s Queen pulled back and kissed her. Eventually, Dany had a chance to speak.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” said Dany. “I know that you fucked me through the body of one of your generals. I want to take charge, tonight.” She leaned in close, whispering in the Queen’s ear. “I want to fuck you.”

“Please do,” Night’s Queen whispered back. The taller woman allowed Dany to guide her onto her back. She placed herself between the Queen’s legs, taking in the sight of her body once more, all the new little details of seeing it at this angle.

Dany leaned down, kissing the Queen’s neck. She trailed kisses down her body, only stopping at her breasts to give a single lick to each nipple before continuing. Night’s Queen shuddered when Dany’s lips reached her stomach, and shuddered more when Dany kissed along her hips. Seeing her vulnerable like this excited Dany all the more, stoked the dragonfire burning within her.

She needed more.

Finally, her lips reached their true destination: the Other Queen’s cunt. Her lower lips were glistening already. Dany looked up at Night’s Queen, at those icy blue eyes, which were now looking at her with unmistakable need. Yes. Yes, Daenerys needed that look. Needed it like she needed water.

She gave a long, slow lick and Night’s Queen squirmed. Then, Dany dove in. She worked her tongue through the Queen’s folds with great fervor, savoring the Other woman’s flavor. It was unlike Dohrea, surely unlike any other woman in the world. Cool to the touch, surprisingly sweet, and perfectly lovely.

Dany wrapped her arms around the Queen’s thighs, gripping her pillowy flesh tightly as she dug in. She ran her tongue slowly between the Queen’s lower lips, straight up the slit, followed by wriggling side to side on the way back down. She kept this up for a deliciously long time before she moved up to take the Other woman’s little mound into her mouth, sucking on the little hill of flesh and drinking in the sounds Night’s Queen made in response.

“Ah!” she cried, her voice as loud as Dany had ever heard it. “Daenerys! Had I known! Oh, had I known!” Dany worked hungrily, greedily lapping at her now, sending Night’s Queen writhing. Her hips bucked, and her legs shuddered, and Dany was certain she had brought the Queen of the Dead to her own little death.

But Dany did not give her more than a moment of respite. A part of her still vengeful over the beginning of this whole affair was in control, now, and before Night’s Queen could sit up Dany had moved, grabbing her pale blue leg and holding it tight so that it was over Dany’s shoulder.

She brought their hips together, pressing their lower lips against one another in a lewd kiss. Dany began grinding their hips together at a quick, demanding pace. Night’s Queen gasped, apparently having not envisioned Dany’s aggression in this matter.

“Do you see?” asked Dany, fucking her, “do you see what we might have had sooner? Had you not sought my humiliation? What I am like when I choose to take someone to bed? Isn’t this better?”

“Y-yes!” moaned Night’s Queen.

“You’ve woken the dragon, Your Grace,” grunted Dany. “Now feel its fire!” Dany let herself loose, fucking Night’s Queen like it was her last night in this world. With each thrust of her hip, she sent the Other Queen’s flesh jiggling in a way she knew the Other woman had seen her own move. Each ripple brought her a little extra mote of joy. She liked this, liked feeling in control of the lovemaking, liked seeing those pale blue breasts bouncing the way they were.

Moreover, she liked the feel of their slick cunts sliding against one another, the way her own little nub brushed against the woman’s flesh. The look in those glowing eyes as she stared up at Daenerys, unmistakable ecstasy plain on her face for the first time.

Finally, Dany felt herself getting close. Her pleasure was reaching its peak, and she was certain that Night’s Queen was not far behind.

“I’m going to fuck you like this from now on,” said Dany. Night’s Queen just gasped. “Every day, whenever I want it, do you hear me? I. Want. To. Fuck.You.” She punctuated each word with a forceful roll of her hips. “Tell me you want it. Tell me, Your Grace, that you wish for the Dragon Queen to fuck you!”

“I wouldst have it!” she cried, her voice a rapturous moan. “I wouldst have thee! Every day! To sate thee and be sated by thee! Forgive me my transgressions against thee! Let this be our peace! I wouldst love thee, Daenerys!”

“AH!” cried Dany, the words driving her over the edge. Her body was on fire, despite the cold that surrounded them. Her breaths came in ragged pants and gasps as she began to come down off of the high, falling forward to be caught in the open arms of Night’s Queen.

The two women kissed again, lips and tongues wrestling to show who wanted the other more.

Dany wasn’t sure when it all calmed down, but she found herself atop that pale blue body, her heart now far more under control. Night’s Queen stroked Dany’s hair, singing a strange song in a tongue Dany did not recognize. It was soothing.

“Tell me,” said Dany softly,after listening for some time, “what is your name? What is your name, truly?” The song slowly faded into silence. Nothing was said. Night’s Queen looked deep in contemplation.

“I… I know not,” she said. “So long ago… so long ago was it lost to me. Many memories I have, but not this.” Night’s Queen looked, for the first time, sorrowful. “I have been Queen of my kind for so long. We regard one another not with names. I… cannot even recall it in my mother tongue.”

“The language you sang in just now?” asked Dany. She nodded.

“The eldest dialect of the First Men,” she said. “The Old Tongue. I believe… I may once have lived as thou dost. Not a monarch, but… perhaps a simple life? I remember not.” The words hung heavy in the air, and Dany was moved. Millenia of pain lay thick in the Other Queen’s voice. “I remember many things, but not what I was before. Only that I was once other than as I am.”

“Would… would you like a name?” asked Dany. Night’s Queen looked at her, her expression unreadable again. “I know many, many that might be suited to you.”

“Thou wouldst name me?” asked Night’s Queen, and Dany nodded. Night’s Queen smiled, and cupped Dany’s cheek. Dany never thought she would see her so genuinely happy. “Before thou wouldst name me, I would know what thou wilt have of me. Name thy desire, Daenerys, and I wouldst give it thee. I wouldst lavish upon thee all the pleasures of this world, worship thee, worship thy body in whatever manner thou wouldst have. Name thine want of me before thou wouldst name me. I must know a proper repayment for so great a gift.”

“Gifts don’t require repayment,” said Daenerys.

“So?” asked Night’s Queen. “I would still give thee anything thou might ask of me.” Dany smiled.

“I shall think of an answer as I think on a name,” she said. Night’s Queen accepted this.

It went unspoken that Dany shared her bed that night, and would do so every night going forward. As she drifted off to sleep, Night’s Queen still singing and stroking her hair, Dany felt, for the first time in years, safe and at peace.

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Dany was, at long last, happy. Many nights she’d lain in the arms of Night’s Queen, her Queen, now, and many nights had she felt loved. Her sessions with the Night King were now enjoyable, if only because Night’s Queen was now tending to her needs as well. He was more than tolerable if she was there, too, even if she still found time with him to be disagreeable.

She could ride the Night King for an eternity, though, if it meant the Queen’s lips on her neck, her breasts in hand, or her sex at Dany’s mouth.

They were in bed after one such evening, the Night King sent away to oversee the Army of the Dead, and Dany was curled up in her Queen’s arms. Night’s Queen sang a gentle song to her as she often did, gentle despite how rough the Old Tongue sounded to Dany’s ears. But she had begun to learn the language, as she had learned many before. And though she could not speak it, she had begun to understand the Others as well, the strange glacial scraping of their voices conveying emotion and intent if not full, articulate meaning.

Suddenly, Night’s Queen stopped, as if she sensed that Dany was about to speak. But, she bent down and put her ear to Dany’s belly. She stayed there, looking for all the world as if she was listening. Then, her eyes darted to Dany’s.

“Beloved,” she gasped. “Thou art with child!” Dany’s eyes widened.

“What?” she whispered.

“Thy womb,” she said. “Seed has taken root. Thou art pregnant!” Dany felt her eyes stinging.

When all this had begun, she had been repelled by the deal, and wondered how long she need simply endure before Night’s Queen gave up and she might argue her bargain fulfilled. But even then, some small part of her longed for Night’s Queen to have been correct in her assertion, that her dead womb was indeed the place for a child of the Others to grow, that she might be the mother she wished to be years ago.

And now it was happening.

Dany burst into tears, her newfound joy overwhelming. Night’s Queen held her close, her own breath quavering. She felt little pebbles of ice rain down upon her head.

“My love,” gasped Dany through sobs, “oh my love! It worked! I am to be a mother!” She held the Other Queen tight. “I am to be a mother alongside you!” Night’s Queen let out a shuddering sigh. “And what’s more, beloved, I have a name!”

“For our child?” Night’s Queen asked.

“For you,” said Dany, looking up into her glowing blue eyes. The Other Queen’s breath caught in her throat. “I would name you Ymira.” Night’s Queen was silent. “Do you… do you like it?”

“Tis the sweetest name mine ears have yet heard,” she said, “for it is the name thou hast given me. It is a name second only to that of Daenerys of Valyria.”

“Not second,” said Dany, cupping her Queen’s cheek. “Equal. As are we.” Night’s Queen, now Ymira, cupped Dany’s cheek.

“As are we,” she repeated.

They spent the night in one another’s embrace, a night of passion, of tears, of love. Of gentle touches and excited squeezes.

In the morning, Queen Ymira granted Queen Daenerys a gown made of woven frost, that shone in the sun like it were made of diamonds.

Night’s Queen gathered her generals in the courtyard, gathered the Army of the Dead, and stood above them on a terrace of ice, with Dany by her side. Dany’s Children wheeled above them in the sky. She looked out over them, and it struck her that truly only a few eyes and ears would understand whatever it was she was about to say.

“Daenerys Stormborn of Valyria,” Ymira said, her voice an icy wind borne across the courtyard, “has made good upon our treaty! She is with child! We may make peace with the Living!” The Others cheered, though it sounded like so much noise to Dany. Still, there was positive intent there. But she supposed if their Queen was happy, they were happy.

Dany went clothed through the Nightfort from then on, her body now only for Ymira to see. Well, Ymira, the Night King, and Stout. Ymira had made good on her promise to Dany, to give her whatever it was she wanted.  Dany felt that as a Queen, and as a future bride to Ymira (for she intended to marry her, and bring her knowledge to bear in ruling the Seven Kingdoms), she had everything she might ever need. But needs and wants were different things.

What she wanted were playthings.

It felt good, having Night King in that capacity. There was a cruelty and malice to him that could not be shaken, but his loyalty and obedience to Ymira was an absolute, an unshakeable facet of his existence. So to use him for her own pleasure brought her no small satisfaction. Stout, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter.

He was young, as these creatures went, older than her but still within what would have been his mortal years. There was humanity left in him, somewhere, and he acted genuinely attracted to Daenerys. Ymira confirmed as much, as she was privy to the hearts and minds of her generals.

Where the Night King was a toy, Stout was a paramour. A paramour Ymira was all too eager to allow.

And so it was that Dany found herself in her chambers, in the throes of a truly exciting night.

She was atop Night’s King, riding his cock as he lay back, his only other purpose just now to keep Ymira’s legs spread for Dany, and to keep her still. Ymira writhed under Dany’s ministrations, her eager tongue and dancing fingers working the Other Queen’s cunt. Stout was given free reign, and was situated behind her. His ample cock was buried deeply in Dany’s ass, and his hands massaged her breasts with a surprising amount of talent.

Dany moaned into Ymira as Stout thumbed one nipple, and gave the other a light squeeze. He thrust into her in perfect time with her own movements as she bounced on the ridged cock of the Night King. By the gods was he big! She had prepared as best she could, Ymira having created various objects for her to, well, train herself with, but even so.

Stout quite lived up to his name.

Dany reached up for one of Ymira’s breasts, squeezing the perfect, fleshy orb, her mouth only not jealous of her fingers because her tongue was currently in Ymira’s sweet cunt. Sometimes, Dany could not decide which set of her lips she enjoyed kissing more.

“My love!” Ymira gasped, her bucking hips barely kept in place by the Night King’s powerful arms. Dany ate her all the more fervently. Stout, meanwhile, seemed excited by the display. He grabbed Dany’s ass with one hand, squeezing it, and with the other he grabbed her hip, and drove himself into her all the harder.

His thrusts rippled through her body, sending her breasts bouncing, and quite literally fucking her deeper into Ymira, a position Dany did not mind being in at all. From the corner of her eye, she saw the Night King’s gaze on her, looking at her body as close to pleadingly as she thought he could manage. His eyes followed her breasts in particular,and she appreciated that he clearly wanted a feel of them. Or a taste.

His lust was an aphrodisiac now that it was only to be acted upon on her terms.

She took pity and nodded at him, looking him directly in the eye as she did. After all, he was here as a reward for giving her a child. He released one of Ymira’s legs to grab at Dany’s breast, and Ymira wrapped that leg around Dany right away, keeping her close. It seemed she needed no mercy after all, and that she wanted Dany to keep going.

She was all too happy to.

She ate Ymira through another little death as the Night King availed himself of her breasts, tending to one with a hand and the other with his mouth, while Stout kept rutting into her ass.

Dany was finally brought over the edge when she felt Stout spill in her ass, and her body quaked as her climax tore through it. This in turn seemed to bring the Night King to his own, and his cool seed poured into her as well. Ymira clenched as well.

They fell into a pile of limbs, and Dany caught her breath. The Night King extricated himself and left in order to don his armor and go back to his duties. Stout stayed at Dany’s pleasure, and she and Ymira licked his cock clean of seed. Much like a normal man, this made him hard again.

Ymira laid back and provided her face as a throne for Dany to sit upon as she attended Stout with her mouth. She fondled his balls as she took him deep in her mouth, into her throat as her lips met his hips. She could not keep him there for long, given his girth, but she enjoyed the challenge of at least performing the deed once in a while.

She’d worked herself into a good rhythm, and Stout looked as if he were about to spill again, when there was a commotion outside their door. Whatever humanity drove Stout to lust disappeared in an instant, replaced by the Other sense of duty, and he was quick to have his trousers on once more.

Ymira had her own gown on in a moment, and covered Dany with hers. Dany listened intently to what was happening outside. Shouting, the clanging of steel, and a familiar voice.

The voice of Jon Snow. Rather, of Jon Targaryen.

Dany sprang up and threw open the doors just in time to see Jon swarmed, an army of dead hands grasping at him. Bones and rusted armor lay scattered on the floor.

“Stop!” Dany cried. “Stop please! Don’t-”

“Dany!” cried Jon. “Dany run, I can-”

“Don’t hurt him!” she yelled over the din, and just like that the dead stopped struggling with Jon, save for using what strength was in their bones and frozen flesh to hold him in place. She was sure that, were there not so many, Jon could have broken free. He had many good traits, his stubbornness aside, and strength was one of them.

Jon looked puzzled, and wild. It wasn’t fearfulness, exactly, save the fear of death, she could see that on him.

“Daenerys,” said Jon. “What is going on?” He’d finally seen what she was wearing, and his eyes went wide when Ymira stepped out of the room behind her. “... Is… is that..?”

“Jon, Nine Hundred and Ninety-Eighth Lord Commander of The Night’s Watch,” rasped Ymira, “thou dos’t behold Night’s Queen. I see in thine eyes thou art well apprised of who I must be.” She put a hand on Dany’s shoulder. “For my bride’s sake, thou still may yet draw breath. Use that time to explain this intrusion.”

“Bride?” asked Jon.

“Was that all thou couldst glean from my words?” asked Ymira, her voice somewhere between irate and amused.

“Jon,” asked Dany, “why are you here? I know I don’t need to ask you of all people to speak plainly.”

“I… I came to rescue you,” said Jon. They all stared at one another, those that could truly stare. Dany looked around.

“Release him,” she ordered. The dead did release him from their grasp. Jon held tight to his sword, looking about him in wonder. “Come. Let us speak.” The Night King, Stout, and Ymira all made to follow, but Dany held up a hand. “I would speak with him alone.”

“My love,” began Ymira, “this man hast invaded my keep to abscond with thee, which we have heard from his own tongue. I would not-”

“I am safe with Jon,” said Dany, looking deep in her eyes and cupping her cheek. “I will not leave here until I wish it, and he will not take me by force.” Ymira put her hand over Dany’s and sighed.

“As thou wouldst,” she said. She looked over Dany’s shoulder at Jon. “But I shall have eyes upon thee, boy.”

Daenerys led Jon away, her friend now thoroughly bewildered. Not once did he relax his sword-arm, though, a trait she thought as admirable as it was currently annoying.

They arrived at the dining hall, and Dany ordered the wights and walkers all away. She knew it was Ymira who truly gave the order, but the appearance that Dany was in command would be good for this talk.

“We can speak freely, now,” she said, sitting down.

“What in the Seven Hells is going on?” asked Jon. “Are you alright? How is it you now command them? How is the Corpse Queen alive? She called you her bride. Why?”

“Please sit,” she said, and would not continue until he did. He sat, but laid his blade on the table. “Did you not receive my letters?”

“We did,” said Jon, “but Sansa can spot a letter written under duress from a league away. You got better over time, but she knew.”

“I am grateful for her concern, but-”

“And then they stopped coming, Dany,” said Jon. Dany looked down. “Your last was some time ago. We feared the worst.”

“And so you came?” she asked. He nodded.

“I was the Lord Commander,” he said, “and though I was never here, I knew the castle well enough from reading. Bran couldn’t scry, the Night King blocked him, dueled with his soul whenever he tried. I had to come.”

“Thank you,” said Dany, reaching out to put a hand on his. He seemed to realize that she was not dressed for how cold this room must be.

“Why aren’t you in furs?” he asked.

“Her magic protects me,” she said.

“Have you been seduced?” he asked, and she raised an eyebrow. “Like the Thirteenth?”

“I believe I did the seducing,” said Dany. “Or at least half of it.” He furrowed his handsome brow. A pity, truly, that they hadn’t gotten on more romantically with one another, she thought. “I will start at the beginning.”

She told Jon the whole story over the course of many hours, through a meal that was brought to them (and that Jon did not eat until Daenerys had taken a bite from his plate). She left nothing out, deciding full honesty, both good and bad was important.

“And so now,” said Jon, at length, “you have… you have the Night King’s child inside you?” She nodded. He looked horrified, but astounded. “Dany this is dangerous.”

“I know,” she said. “I am well aware.”

“It is too great a risk,” he said. She narrowed her eyes.

“I will decide what risks I take,” she said. “I will decide how best to protect my people.”

“But you’d put whatever child this is on the Iron Throne?” asked Jon. She nodded.”But what will that mean?”

“That a Targaryen will rule Westeros once more,” said Dany. “A Targaryen I will raise, a Targaryen I hope you will teach.” He looked surprised. “You are a good man, Jon, as infuriating as you may be just now.”

“Infuriating?” he asked, bristling. “I’m-”

“Worried, I know,” said Dany. “And you have every right to be. But Jon, please: I have put an end to the war. The Real War, as you called it. You fought it well, and if not for you I’d have had no time to arrive, to broker this peace between our peoples.”

They sat in silent, each digesting what the other had said. She watched Jon look around the room, as if doing so would help him take all of it in. Eventually, she could take no more quiet. She wanted things to be good between them. She wanted his help, even if it wasn’t the help he thought he needed to provide.

“How is your wife?” she asked. “How is Lady Val?

“There are many who would call her Queen,” he said. “Who yet call me King.” He smiled. “Not titles either of us wish to bear, nor to take from you. I was hoping to take you from here and put you on the Iron Throne myself, much to Sansa’s displeasure unfortunately.”

“She doesn’t like the idea of me on the Iron Throne?” asked Dany.

“She’d prefer me,” he said. “But I told her you were Queen by right. By conquest, by blood as a King’s daughter against me as a… as a Prince’s son.”

“Sweet of you,” said Dany. “Do you have misgivings now that you know what heir I will birth?”

“I do,” he said. “I will not lie to you, I swear this.” He looked her in the eye. “I do not like this whole arrangement. I do not trust it. But… I trust you. Tell me what I can do.”

“Be a friend and advisor,” she said. “And always be an advisor first. If you are, I always promise to be a friend first and a Queen second. I will have a child by the Night King, and if you would not have him or her be like the Others, they will need your guidance as much as mine.” Once more she reached out and took his hand, and gave it a squeeze. “Promise me, Jon.”

“I promise,” said Jon. He looked around again. “Bride?” Dany smiled.

“I have a few precedents to lean on,” she said. “Never has a Queen taken a wife. Visenya and Rhaenys certainly were not wives to one another. But if this is to be the dawn of a new age, I should like to make changes.”

“The Faith won’t be happy,” said Jon.

“They were never going to be,” said Dany. “They’ll call my child a demon, call me a whore for monsters, and so long as they never actually strike they will not know how infuriating I would find such insults. I don’t much care what the Faith of the Seven thinks. What any faith thinks. I have done what I needed to do, always, both to survive and to succeed. I have fallen in love with Ymira, and she with me. I would have her by my side, as I would have you Warden of the North.”

“I like that better than King,” said Jon. She nodded.

“Thank you, Jon,” she said. She looked at him now, the gear he wore, his weapons: besides his sword he had a bow and arrows she was sure were of dragonglass. “What was your plan?”

“To find you, take you as quiet as I could,” said Jon, “and get you down to Winterfell. I have a few men with me, waiting out of sight for me to return. I told them I’d be going slow so they know not to charge in yet.” He looked serious. “ Greyworm, Jorah Mormont, Tormund… Jaime Lannister.”

“The Kingslayer?” she asked. He nodded.

“Seems he took the being on the Watch,” he said. “I wasn’t sure about him being along, what with… well, everything. But he is a man of duty, underneath it all. He was willing to die to get you out. They all were.”

“I know,” she said, keeping the thought Jaime may have wanted to come along to avenge Cersei to herself. “Or why come? Tell them, these men, that their Queen loves them. But that I have done my duty that they may be safe from theirs.”

“Is it more than duty?” asked Jon. She nodded.

“It is now,” she said. She stood. “Go back and tell them I am alright, that you have seen me with your own eyes. I will tell my own story when I return.”

“When will that be?” he asked.

“I will decide,” she said. “Whether it be soon or once my babe is born, I will decide. I promise I will write more.” Here, she felt some heat in her face, and Jon raised an eyebrow. “I was… remiss not to. I have been distracted of late.”

“Distracted?” he asked.

“There is a reason your ancient predecessor fell for her,” she said. He looked uncomfortable, but she smiled to try and lighten his mood. “But I am not him. You need not fear me, nor for me. We will make this all right.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “I swear to you.” He sighed, and patted her hand.

“As my Queen says,” he said. She began to escort him to the south wall.

“But how is Val?” she asked again. He smiled. She liked his smile, and hoped for Val’s sake that she saw this sight often.

“With child,” he said, his cheeks red.

“Things going well?” she said. He nodded.

“We had… many long nights,” he said. “Talkin’ and… well, I see why Southrons thought her a Princess of the Free Folk. She certainly is what stories say princesses are. Kicked up a right fuss when I said I had to go.”

“As she should,” said Daenerys, smiling. “You, riding up towards what you believed was certain death, to rescue another woman no less.”

“You’re my aunt,” said Jon, and Dany remembered that he had been raised by Wolves rather than Dragons. “She thought you needed rescuing, just not by me.”

“Well,” she said, “when you return to your darling wife, you tell her that I love her as well. You tell her I thought she was right that you needn’t have come, that you were foolish-” he furrowed his brow, but said nothing, “-and gallant-” he looked less put upon at that, “-and that I look forward to being a mother alongside her. And tell her that, if it please you both, I would have you join me in King’s Landing. You would be Warden, but I would have you on my Small Council.”

“Am I worthy of that honor?” asked Jon. “Fool that I apparently am?” It took her only a moment to realize he was being cheeky.

“Yes,” she said, “fool that you apparently are. With any luck… perhaps we will join our Houses someday. Stark and Targaryen properly. Blood of the First Men, Valyria, and stranger blood besides.”

“We’ll see,” he said.

At the gate, she hugged him tight.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “You’re a good man, Jon.” He hugged her back.

“If ever you need me,” he said, “you know I will answer.”

“I know,” she said. And with that, he parted. The moment he was gone, Ymira was by her side.

“Was thy talk fruitful?” she asked.

“It was,” said Dany. “He is a good man. Men like him, people like his family… they are the reason I came here to treat with you.” She looked her beloved in the eye. “They are the good in this world that I could not allow you to snuff out.” Ymira was quiet for a moment.

“I see,” she said. “When… when I looked upon him, I saw my first husband. Night’s King. The profane things he did in my name. Things I now regret.” She looked thoughtful. “He is not the bad of his blood.”

“He is not,” said Dany, taking her hand. “Though he did remind me of something. We must discuss the future, my love.”

“What need we speak upon?” asked Ymira.

“If I take you south, will you be alright?” she asked.

“So long as I am with thee,” she said. “I shall be alright wherever I am, so long as I am with thee.”

***

Daenerys had made her decision. She would be leaving for King’s Landing on the morrow, that she would give birth to her child in the city itself. Her heir should be born where they would someday rule. Whether the sentiment would be fully appreciated or not, she felt it best that the child be born among the people they must someday watch over, not entirely apart from them.

She would not be a woman bringing a child home with her, gotten on her in a foreign land. She would be a Queen, giving to her people a Prince or Princess.

To that end, though, she knew what she would be leaving behind here. Bringing Ymira to King’s Landing was non-negotiable. She would have her bride with her. As to the rest of the Others… that would not do. Not even Stout, whom she had some special affection for. No, they must remain here in the North, as much a symbol of peace as a silent deterrent against Northern rebellion. Though, if the Starks remained true, there would be little danger of that.

Still, one last night at the Night Fort meant one last chance for the sort of experience one would likely only get once in a lifetime.

She was showing a bit, now, her stomach just a bit rounder than it had been before. The Night King’s seed had definitely taken. Which was good, because she no longer wanted him inside of her.

She sat atop Stout, stretched around his thick cock. Another general knelt behind her, cock thinner but longer, deep in her ass. She held two Others, one in each hand, stroking their ridged members as her lips wrestled with Ymira’s. Her gorgeous bride was occupied with generals as well, riding one while another was positioned behind her, mirroring Dany.

All the while, the Night King stood in the corner, commanded to watch, and not to move. He stood still, that malice all too apparent, but now at least it felt earned. After all, he knew this was meant to be a humiliation to him.

Dany had won, and she was showing him that he was nothing now.

Dany moaned outrageously into Ymira’s mouth, reveling in the feeling of just everything that was going on. She heard Stout grunt, and felt cool seed fill her cunt. She writhed agaist the general in her ass, and broke from Ymira’s lips, a signal to let her stand. He pulled out, and she stood, Stout’s seed dripping from her as she did.

She looked around at each of them, trying to decide just what to do next. But apparently Ymira had the answer to that. She pointed in front of her, and the general that had been in Dany’s ass a moment ago laid down.

“Your seat, beloved,” said Ymira, and Dany grinned. She sat on him, once more taking his cock into her ass. She gasped as she took him in, took in the feeling of fullness. The moment she’d taken him down to the base, Ymira’s face was at her cunt, lapping up the spilled seed.

Dany beckoned the two she’d been stroking to her, directing one to her chest, and the other to present his cock. She took the cock into her mouth as the second began to fondle her breasts, occasionally licking and suckng her nipples. Ymira had spent every night learning how to please Dany, when Dany wasn’t focused on doing the same, and had shared that knowledge with her generals as a gift to her.

Dany was quite pleased.

The cock in her mouth was of a perfect size, not big enough to choke her, just long enough that while taking it to the hilt was at least a minor challenge, she could do it over and over again without fear of suffocating. The creature looked like he’d never felt such pleasure before, and she almost felt bad for him.

It was clear to her that Ymira hadn’t done this with them before, that this was their first carnal experience. Perhaps, with this peace, they might find people willing to mate with them. She could not be alone in this devious interest, after all.

That, however, was not her concern. Her concern at the moment was pleasure, and she was receiving it in spades.

The general beneath her spilled just as her legs began to shake, and she covered Ymira’s pretty face with her juices. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, and that was apparently too much for him to handle. Her mouth was filled with cool, sweet seed, that was like some sort of frozen cream treat.

The two generals inside of Ymira grunted as well, and she watched her lover, wriggle herself against them, burying both cocks as deep into herself as possible as they spilled, all while keeping a firm grasp on Dany’s legs. The two pulled out, and Dany felt herself raised from the cock she was on while the other popped from her mouth.

She was panting, but looking at the last general. She stroked Ymira’s hair, and signaled for him to get behind his Queen. He did, and pushed inside when Dany nodded.

“Now,” she gasped, “fuck her as hard as you can! I want to see her ass bounce as you drive her inside me!” The general seemed all too happy to do as she commanded.

He pounded Ymira into Dany, the force of his thrusts sending exquisite ripples through Ymira’s body. Her ass bounced against him, and Dany fantasized that it was her taking Ymira from behind. She’d simply have to find a way to when they arrived in King’s Landing.

He fucked her long and hard, and Ymira’s tongue wriggled inside of Dany, seeming to be trying to scoop her clean of the seed Stout had deposited there. Dany was prepared to allow her to stay there for however long such a feat would take.

Every general eventually had another round, the whole affair lasting hours. By the time it was done, Dany was sore and sated. She hoped she’d be in a fit state to ride tomorrow.

After all, she couldn’t wait to show Ymira King’s Landing.

The next day, they made ready to leave. Ymir gave commands to her generals. eep the dead at the Night Fort in eternal vigil, in case they might ever be needed. They should not stray south of The Wall unless invited, and there was no telling when or if that may happen. But they could roam North as they wished. The future of the Others could be written in time.

What was time, after all, to an immortal?

There was a rare moment of vulnerability, getting Ymira atop the dragon. She was a creature of ice, and they of fire. Drogon surely sensed the love between them, as he did not put up the struggle she thought he might. He, indeed, roared. Unleashed a gout of flame into the sky. Stared her down. Ymira did not waver, not at that moment.

Hesitance came instead when she was closer to Drogon. When it came time to reach out and touch him. Heat and cold. Dragonfire, one thing that could surely kill her besides Valyrian steel and obsidian. But she did, with only the slightest tremble.

Drogon hissed uncomfortably at her touch, but did not shy from it.

Their first stop was Winterfell. The reception was mixed, but Jon put on a brave and welcoming face. Being Lord of Winterfell suited him, whether he thought it or not. Every face that saw Ymira was astonished, varyiing degrees of fear and lust present. Sansa looked entirely cold, and to her credit Daenerys understood that. She’d been through much, and had hardened her heart to much of life now.

Daenerys had a saddle commissioned to make the ride back to King’s landing easier on herself, Ymira,and Drogon, and took the time of its making to speak with Sansa. They talked long, for many nights, seeking to come to a better understanding. They found they had much in common, despite their different starting places. They’d each suffered at the hands of men, had each been betrayed, had each lost so much that was dear to them.

When Dany praised Sansa’s strength one night, Sansa broke into tears. They held one another, and apologized for their initial coolness towards one another. Dany praised Jon’s leadership, and praised Sansa for being his chief advisor. Told her she knew that while the North was in their hands, she felt confident that the kingdom would prosper.

They parted on good terms, at last.

At the same time, Jon had spent much time speaking with Ymira. This meeting was even colder. She was his ancient enemy, he a reminder of a time she now saw with distaste. They spoke much of old enmity, the origin of their conflict, what it all meant through the years. What the future held. What had happened to Benjen Stark.

They parted on neutral terms, Jon making it clear in no uncertain term that he would be the first to avenge any hurt done to Dany, and Ymira threatening the same. So, safe to say, they had found common ground. They would be a delight to have at court together, and not at all a recurring headache.

At last, they set out, Dany hoping Jon and Val would join them soon as they had settled things at Winterfell. As a token of friendship and good faith, She left Rhaegal with Jon. The dragon had taken to him, and that was no small wonder to her.

Why should the dragon named for her brother not find a bond with his son?

***

“Daenerys!” Ymira moaned, the sound still almost a pleasant hiss. Daenerys was behind her, fucking her with an implement she’d comissioned, a false cock held to her by a leather strap. She was so glad she’d had the idea.

Dany slapped Ymira’s ass, grabbing a handful of it and giving it a jiggle. She liked it when it was her turn to take charge, liked seeing Ymira from this angle. Liked seeing that plump, round, blue ass of hers bouncing on her false cock. It was one of a few perfect sights Daenerys had ever seen.

Ymira seemed to love it when Dany took charge as well. She threw herself back into Dany’s hips, crashing that gorgeous ass into her over and over. Once more, she understood Night’s King. She supposed it was easy for some men to do terrible things in order to obtain this.

“Oh were that your cock were real,” said Ymira, “that thou couldst spill thy seed into my womb! To make me a mother alongside thee!” Dany was spurred on by this talk, by the fantasy of breeding Ymira. She fucked her all the harder. To her great pride,Ymira had told her that she fucked her so well that the Night King was hardly needed anymore, save when she desired a taste of his seed, or when he was called upon to service Dany. She was not sure when she would be done revenging herself upon his body, but he always seemed eager to take it.

Ymira cried out, and her legs shook. Dany let herself imagine the feel of that glistening cunt clenching around her cock, and she finished as well. She collapsed on top of her, pressed against Ymira’s body, breathing deeply of her scent.

She wondered if the royal chambers had ever seen such beautiful lovemaking.

King’s Landing had been a wonder to Ymira. She’d, in a sense, seen it from afar, but had never been here. Never truly seen such buildings. The Wall was impressive, no one could deny that. But the Red Keep, the sprawling streets, even the ruins of the Sept of Baelor and the Dragonpit were marvels of architecture that she’d never experienced before. Well, what little of the Sept of Baelor remained.

The people had balked, aye, when she’d returned. What was left of the Sparrows thankfully revealed themselves in an attempt to “destroy evil before it could take root.” She was almost grateful they had drawn first blood, that she might do away with them entirely.

Her babe had been born. A little boy, a boy she named Rhaegar. He was pale, his little shock of hair white as the undriven snow, and his eyes were beautiful. They were of different colors, the right purple like hers but with flecks of icy blue, and the left the exact opposite.

Little Prince Rhaegar, heir to two worlds, two kingdoms.

Val and Jon had had twins, whom they had named Lyanna and Robb. All three were but babes, but they played together as babes did, and when Dany looked upon them she hoped for the future.

Westeros was rebuilding after years of war. Ymira and the Others used their power to keep winters from being as harsh, though their continued existence meant winter would always be long, and cold. The Army of the Dead had been laid to rest, and the Others now ruled the Lands of Always Winter in relative peace.

And yet, like her dragons, they were a deterrent to any who would threaten her peace. Because Daenerys would have peace. There had been so much war, so much needless death.

To think that the price of it all had been a deal with the Queen of Death herself.

She snuggled into Ymira, removing the false cock and tossing it aside after licking it clean. Ymira reached back and stroked her hair. Dany kissed ymira’s jaw, nipped her ear.

“Art thou not sated?” she asked. “Not that continuing would be undesirable, but thy mortal frame has limits does it not?”

“With so ravishing a creature as you, my dear wife,” said Dany, “how could one possibly tire?” This earned her a deep kiss when Ymira turned and took Dany into her arms, pulling her close and flush against her front now.

“When thou wouldst,” said Ymira, “when thou should feel as if thy time as Queen has passed, and our son may take thy throne… I would make thee as I am. I would be with thee, always, if I might.”

“An eternity with you,” said Dany, “sounds like everything I could ever want.”

They kissed, and Dany felt that now, perhaps, all was right with the world.