Being taken hostage by a group of unknown soldiers wasn't what Benjen had expected from his first expedition as First Ranger; unfortunately, that was the reality he was facing. Sure, getting killed or captured by the Wildlings was always a risk in this line of duty, but this situation was entirely baffling.
"My good man, may I ask where exactly you're taking us?" Benjen asked the taller soldier, who appeared to be in charge, trying to break the tense silence before scrunching his nose at the smell of one of his greener men soiling their trousers.
"To the Queen," the man simply replied, making the small hairs on the back of Benjen's neck instinctively rise at the sinister, raspy tone. There was something seriously wrong about the armored soldier's voice.
Ah, so the rumors were true, Benjen sighed. Now his questions only multiplied: Who were these heavily armored soldiers? How had this so-called Queen gone unnoticed for so long? And would they even make it out alive to report these grim tidings?
"L-Lord Stark, what's going to happen to us? Will we be alright?" the lad stewing in his own filth stuttered.
"Aye, lad, just don't get any foolhardy ideas in that head of yours," Benjen told the boy, trying to keep his men calm. Honestly, he didn't know how this would play out, but the last thing they needed was someone upsetting their heavily armed captors.
As they continued their march, Benjen couldn't help but become increasingly flabbergasted as they were led through a bustling town that definitely shouldn't have been there.
Benjen could admit to himself that he hadn't seen much of the world; the farthest south he'd ever been was the partly ruined Harrenhal, but what he was witnessing now didn't seem at all natural.
Instead of the squat dwellings he was accustomed to in the North, the streets his group marched through were lined with double-story cottages more fitting for wealthy southern merchants than the Wildlings he'd seen entering.
And that was the least remarkable thing he noticed. What he truly couldn't understand was the drastic shift in climate they felt after entering the unexplainable town. It was to the point that the heavy layers of fur he wore were starting to make him sweat.
Finally, they seemed to reach their destination, though Benjen didn't even know what to call the structure before him. The building was the size of a castle, yet there were no walls in sight, nor the defenses that should be required to fend off attackers for such a structure.
After being shoved into the grand entryway, Benjen finally saw the one calling herself the Queen-Beyond-the-Wall. Sitting on a throne decorated with spoils of the hunt, a striking woman wearing silver armor lined with white fur looked at his group as if they were no more than mere ants.
Benjen had to hold himself back from outright gaping at the unbelievably beautiful woman. He'd thought he'd known beauty after seeing Ashara Dayne at the Tourney of Harrenhal, but now he realized he knew nothing.
"You stand before Val Tenebris, Queen of the Free Folk," the herald announced, luckily breaking him out of his daze. His men, however, were not so fortunate, and he winced in sympathy as the guards delivered firm strikes to their guts with the butts of their spears.
"Crow, why have you trespassed on my territory?" she lazily drawled. Benjen felt this would be nothing more than a show, perhaps a bit of revenge toward those she considered enemies. Either way, this likely wouldn't be a pleasant meeting.
Benjen stepped forward to speak. After all, it wasn't like any of the other men he'd brought along would be of use here. "My lady, I am Benjen Stark, First Ranger of the Night's—"
"I don't need to know your name, Crow. Tell me why you've come, or maybe I'll just send your heads back to the Wall as a message," the Queen's icy voice cut him off, and Benjen knew it wasn't a hollow threat; this woman would have them killed without batting an eye.
"We came to speak with Craster. We were under the impression that this was still his land," he answered, deciding not to beat around the bush.
"Craster is no longer with us," she told him, the nasty smile on her face only adding to the Queen's beauty.
Before he could ask further, the doors at the side of the room opened, and a tall man with a complexion he'd never seen before entered. By his skin, Benjen would assume the man was from Dorne or Essos perhaps, but his hair and eyes were what truly stood out: half as black as night while the other half was pure gold, flowing down to the middle of his back, with a piercing gaze to match.
"Now entering, Lux Tenebris, paramour of the Queen, court fool, and hedge wizard," the herald announced from the side, making Benjen raise an eyebrow at the odd list of titles the equally odd man held. From the look on the man's face, Benjen wondered if he'd even been told about those titles.
Lux scowled and glanced over at the court herald, who was about to receive a spear to the face before Lux noticed his glassy gaze and the trace of familiar magic. It was clear this was the work of his little red witch. He'd be punishing the vixen later, although he had a sneaking suspicion that receiving the punishment was all part of his lover's plans.
But that could wait until later, Lux thought as he walked over to his pregnant wife's throne and nudged her over on the seat, which was plenty wide for two. He was interested in what his wife would decide to do with the man. After all, he hadn't expected to meet with a Stark so soon.
Lux put an arm around his lovely wife's shoulders while his other hand went to her slightly bulging stomach. "Wife, are these scary men bothering you?" he teased, earning a violent elbow to the gut in return, which did nothing but wrinkle his fine clothing.
"Nothing I can't handle, Husband. How about you get on with your duties as my court fool?" she shot back, making him grin before grabbing her chin and leaning down to meet those wonderfully soft lips of hers with his own.
Lux smiled into their kiss, noticing out of the corner of his eye the uncomfortable look on the Stark's face, while those under his command nearly had their jaws on the floor.
Chuckling, Lux broke away from the kiss, moving his lips to her ear after seeing his wife's hungry gaze. "Later, my dear wife. Let's not leave our guests waiting," he whispered.
After calming down his aroused wife, Lux leaned back in the spot on the throne he'd stolen. "Apologies for the interruption. Carry on, and don't mind me," he told the room, while the few maids at the side tried to hide their blushes.
"R-Right, where were we?" Val asked no one in particular, trying to pull herself together. "Yes, that's right… Crows, tell me, what do you think I should do with you lot?" She looked to Benjen, the one who would obviously be speaking for his group.
"We didn't come to start any hostilities, only to gather information on the rumor of the gathering Free Folk," Benjen said, tactfully referring to the savage Wildlings by their preferred name. Lux thought it was smart of the Stark. Otherwise, his fierce wife would have likely planted her axe in the man's skull at the perceived slight.
"Wonderful, and now that you know the rumors to be true, what's your plan? Scurry back to the Wall and prepare to eradicate my people?" Val questioned, completely unconcerned by the likely scenario.
"I won't insult your intelligence. Whether I return or not, the Night's Watch won't allow you to gather forces this close to the Wall," Benjen said, making Val scowl.
"Won't allow us! This is our land, Crow!" Val decreed before standing and drawing her axe. "I should take your tongue for that," she growled, the men behind Benjen cowering while the man being threatened stood tall like a Stark should. At least that's what he thought. Who knows, maybe he's pissing his pants right now, Lux thought. It's not like he was going to enhance his smell to check.
"Do you have any reason to give as to why I should allow you to return with your heads on your shoulders?" Val asked while Lux continued to think about nonsense.
"I'm a man of the Night's Watch. We do not fear dying in the line of duty. Killing us won't prevent my brothers from preparing for war," Benjen replied, and Val paused at those words, sheathing her weapon before returning to her seat and nuzzling against Lux's side.
"You've got guts, Crow." Val smiled before continuing. "I'll allow you to return, but the others will pay with their lives for the crimes against my people," she declared.
"Your Grace, I beg of you, most of these lads are still green; they've done nothing against your own." Benjen pleaded, and Lux could respect the man willing to lower himself for those under his command. Not enough to do anything about it, but he figured gaining his respect was enough of a consolation prize for the young Stark anyway.
"And most of my people you've killed without thought were simply trying to survive in these barren lands that we're trapped in," Val told the man, no sympathy in her tone.
Lux did his best not to outwardly roll his eyes. His beautiful wife was definitely more than a little biased, he thought, but it wasn't like he had any fondness for the men in black, so he'd just let her do as she pleased.
"Kill them," Val ordered without batting an eye.
Lux could clearly see the grief on Benjen's face after each of his men was speared cleanly through the throat. Still, he stood there stoically, and Lux could tell the man would never have it in his heart to forgive. It didn't matter much to Lux, though. Soon there wouldn't be a need for the Night's Watch, and he had no plans to keep the order of criminals among the living.
"Take him away… and someone clean up this mess," Val ordered again, turning to him with that hungry look she'd been putting off from earlier.
Lux looked at the Stark with a smile, seeing him glaring at his woman while being dragged away. In Lux's eyes, that simply sealed the man's fate.
Turning back to his eager wife, Lux gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Not right now, my love. There's a little brat I need to punish," he told her. Seeing her disappointed look, Lux leaned down again to give her a deep kiss on the lips. "I'll make it up to you. You won't be able to walk after we're done," Lux promised before vanishing from his spot, ready to hunt down a little minx.
Stealthily appearing in one of the estate's gardens, Lux eyed his prey playing around with Aurora; the little golden wolf happily bounding around the small patch of grass.
Creeping up, he wrapped his arms around the girl's thin waist, laughing deeply at the startled squeal that only lasted a short moment, his familiar tone calming the little witch down as she squirmed her tight ass into his waist.
"My naughty Rose, I hope you're prepared for your punishment," Lux nibbled on her tender earlobe, his young lover shivering from his warm breath along with the likely very dirty thoughts running through her mind.
"L-Lux, what are you talking about? I've been with Aurora all day," Rose claimed, playing dumb and fooling no one.
"Oh, if that's the case, maybe I should get back to Val…" Lux trailed off, feeling the witch go stiff in his arms.
"I still don't know what you're talking about, but maybe you can punish me for anything I might do in the future," she bargained, and Lux trailed a hand up to one of her modest-sized breasts, squeezing and drawing out a lewd moan.
Lux hummed, pondering the offer while Rose prayed for her punishment. "I think that could be arranged," he said, hearing his witch sigh in relief before giving his golden wolf a wink and Apparating away with his lover.
Aurora rolled her eyes, seeing the pile of previously worn clothes fall to the ground, letting out a little huff before trotting away to find something else to do.
Both in their birthday suits, Lux threw the naughty girl face-down, ass-up onto the golden silk sheets of his mattress, crawling up after her and grabbing a handful of that pert ass flesh.
Rose moaned, enjoying his groping before he stopped, raised his hand, and gave her little booty a tight slap, making his lover let out a squeal of pleasure.
"This was your plan all along, wasn't it?" Lux asked, giving her other cheek another slap. "Tell me why I shouldn't stop," he ordered.
"Please, Sir, I've been a bad girl, and this bad girl needs her punishment," Rose begged, wiggling her bare ass in his direction.
Lux grinned, giving her ass another spank before tracing a finger along her already slick slit. "This is meant to be a punishment, right? A naughty girl like yourself doesn't deserve any foreplay, isn't that right?" he asked, getting onto his knees and lining his throbbing cock up to his lover's tight pussy.
"That's right, Sir. Please, fuck this naughty girl," Rose replied, screaming in ecstasy a second later as the thick shaft pierced her to the core.
"Is… this… what… you… were… hoping… for?" Lux growled between each rough thrust, his balls loudly clapping against her engorged clit every time his hips met her bubbly rear.
"N-No," she denied before continuing. "I-I want a baby. Please, knock me up like the others," Rose begged, and Lux paused at that.
Now, Lux had no problem with more children; after all, he'd realized he didn't even have to do much with the elves taking care of everything, but with Rose, it was different.
Lux stopped the rough fucking, still buried to the hilt in the little witch's pulsating cunt, dropping the dom play and flipping his beautiful redhead onto her back.
Leaning down, Lux gave her a long, loving kiss, enjoying the feeling of her soft tits mashed against his chiseled pecs. "Rose, you know I love you, but I don't think you're ready for that just yet," he told the girl, starting to move his hips again, this time with slow, sensual thrusts.
"I am. Let me carry your child," she argued, making Lux chuckle at the simple words while running his hand through her pretty red hair.
"What of your friends you've told me so much about? Don't you want Hermione and Ginny to be a part of our child's life?" he asked, seeing her eyes light up.
"You haven't forgotten my promise to get you back to your world, right? And remember what I said about dimension nonsense? We'll likely return within moments from when you tumbled through the veil," Lux said, and after reaffirming his words, he felt his lover's wonderful legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him down into a passionate lip lock.
Rose pulled away, brightly smiling up at him. "No, I haven't forgotten, and I'll never doubt you," she told him, making him give her a deeper thrust that had her let out a low moan before continuing to yap. "You're right, though; I do want my friends to be there for our child. As long as you don't forget when the time comes, I'll be fine waiting," Rose finally agreed.
"Good, my love. Now let's forget about all of that and enjoy the rest of the night we have together," Lux told her, his thrusts speeding up along with the arousing squelching sounds from the girl's drenched cunt.
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