This chapter is starting off rated M for sexy time...if you wish to skip, you may, but it is an IMPORTANT part of this story. You'll understand why later on. More trouble at the Wall for the nights watch next chapter, and perhaps Stannis will make an appearance later on! Leave a review, keep reading, etc. :)

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Climb the Wall

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It had only been two days since Mance and the others returned to the village and Mance was following Sansa everywhere. Sansa became nervous that he was being so overprotective due to what happened, but Joanna assured her, "Sansa, you were almost taken from him and if that would have happened, he would have felt so much more guilt than he does right now. Let him be protective over you, since then you know you have his love." Sansa ended up agreeing with her dear friend and disappeared into Jon's hut to spend time with him. Jon took notice of the necklace she was wearing and he smiled,

"Not only did you get Ghost for me, you are wearing the pendent I carved for you."

Sansa took it in her hand and looked down at it, "It is beautiful, Jon. I am sorry I did not wear it sooner. What is it carved from?" Jon smirked, "Bone. Don't look at me like that, it is not human bone, it is wolf bone." Jon had been away from the Wall for a time and they came across a dead wolf, stripped of his fur, and little meat and his bones left in the woods. He took a bone and kept it in his vest until they returned to the Wall, where he carved it and wore it for a time. Sansa rubbed the polished and carved pendent and smiled at the idea of it being made from wolf; it helped her feel stronger. Her attention was taken from Jon when Mance walked through the curtain, "Snow, Sansa, join us outside." Sansa frowned and walked to him, taking his offered hand as he led her outside where she saw Tormund and many other men dressed in their warmest furs with their hoods upon their heads. Sansa looked around, "What is going on?"

Mance smiled, "It is beginning, dear girl, we are climbing the Wall yet again." Tormund smirked, excitement seen in his face, "Aye, we're climbing the Wall and we're gonna kill the Lord Commander to make them weak. After Thorne's death, they would have made Snow the new Commander, but unfortunately for them, Jon Snow now fights for the living and we won't let him leave us again." Mance nodded in agreement, "Aye, I warned the boy of what would happen to him if he left us again and he won't take the chance." Sansa shook her head, "Threats are not always the best to keep someone by your side, you should now that Mance." The King looked down at his Queen and smirked, "Well spoken, Sansa." Sansa smiled and looked at Tormund, "How will you know when to strike?" Tormund smiled at her words, "Mance will light a fire like he always does after he sends Orell over the Wall to check. Once up there, we can hide out for a bit and keep ourselves safe until the fire is seen."

It was all strange for Sansa to be a part of such a plan, but she supposed this was now her life as Queen Beyond The Wall and she would have to get used to the fact that battles will come and go, no matter how big or small.

As the men and spearwives left, Sansa watched from the treeline as Mance hugged Tormund and spoke, "I'll see you again soon, my friend, if you do your job." They shared a laugh and Tormund and the others left for the far right side of the Wall. Jon and Ghost were sleeping in their hut, as Jon had been up for the past two nights watching Sansa and Mance's hut to make sure she was alright. Sansa realized that Jon did not know that what happened in the Godswood with Styr did not haunt her, just like the other horrible memories from Kings Landing barely bothered her anymore. Ever since her time began with Mance and the Wildling clans, she found herself freed of haunting thoughts. Sure, she was frightened before they made love for the first time, but soon after that everything left her.

"Would you join me for a walk?"

Sansa was torn from her thoughts and looked up at Mance, "A walk? All we ever do is walk around here." He simply looked at her before sighing, "Fine, perhaps we shall go to the Godswood to search for that dagger you dropped. No doubt it's covered by the snow that fell yesterday, but we should be able to find it." She had no fear going back to the one place where she felt happiness, because Styr could not take that peace away from her. That was the one place she could prayer to herself for her family and husband. She prayed for her people even if most of them thought it silly to spend hours on your knees in the snow in front of the Weirdwood tree. Mance was still awaiting her answer and she took a breath and smiled at him, "Of course. Perhaps while we are there, you can pray with me." She grasped his arm with both of her hands as he walked her the short journey to the other side of the village and deep into the woods. Mance enjoyed the feeling of her holding him as they walked, as though he was protecting her and that is exactly what he wanted to do. It reminded him of his first wife, Dalla, who died from a horrible illness that no one knew of or seen before. He was unsure of how she got it, but he realized that he was afraid Sansa would get sick.

"Don't think of Dalla, for she is no longer here. Sansa is your wife and you love her, even more than you have ever loved Dalla."

His thoughts were interrupted as he watched Sansa let go of his arm and begin running before him, her dressed in a fur coat and animal skin breeches, of which she was hesitant to wear at first, but she enjoyed them in the end. She turned and looked at him, smiling before she spun around again and continued her run to the Godswood. When he finally caught up to her, he found her looking on the ground and kicking the light dusting of snow around, "I have no idea how we could find such a thing in this snow." He chuckled, "Now, my young wolf wife, you must sense where you dropped it." He watched her roll her eyes and before he could say anything, she turned away and looked at the Weirwood tree, "Such a beautiful tree, isn't it?" He nodded, but remained silent as he kicked through the snow as well, looking for the dagger that once belonged to his mother. He heard Sansa sigh and when he looked at her, she was standing there looking at the Weirdwood tree, her smile gone from her face, but her eyes showed she was thinking. Mance was still searching in the snow when he commented,

"Ain't gonna find this dagger just standing there, girl."

Sansa seemed to not hear him as she spoke after him, "When Styr caught me in the Godswood, he asked me if I was praying for my husbands health and children." Mance stopped looking for the dagger and stared at her as she continued, "I told him I wouldn't speak of my prayers, but Gods was he right." Sansa looked at him, "I was praying for your health, but above all I was praying for strong children." Mance did not say anything, because he did not know what to say. Just finding out that this young woman, this Lady of Winterfell, who was put into a marriage she did not want in the beginning, wished to give him children, it made him burst on the inside. He wanted to give her strong children, but was she truly ready? With a war coming and winter on the horizon, having a child would not only put her in danger, but the child as well. Mance said nothing, but in the corner of his eye he saw a glimmer and looked to see the dagger sticking out slightly in the snow, so he laughed, "Aha!" Sansa watched as he showed her the dagger which was clean of any blood, "Let us not lose it a second time, hmm?" Sansa smiled, "Of course not." She sat on the snowy ground and patted the spot next to her, "Sit with me. I do not wish to go back so soon." Mance thought it silly to sit in the snow and look at a tree, but he did as she asked and took the spot next to her.

"I mean what I say about wanting children."

She looked at Mance for any reaction and when she got none, she simply sighed and looked away, fearing that he did not want to have any children with her. His words shocked her when he finally spoke, "And I meant it those weeks ago when I said I hoped to see my wife pregnant with my child." He looked at her and leaned towards her, whispering in her ear, "I can give you children, Sansa, have no doubt of that. If you wished it, I could try to give you one right here and now."

When he saw her face, he was happy to see her blushing and her eyes wide in excitement, but he gestured around them, "But alas, the snow and cold is not exactly the correct place to give your wife a child." Sansa was turning hot in excitement and she fumed,

"How could he tempt me so and then tell me we can't because of the weather?"

Without a second thought she stood and began to remove her fur coat, grabbing the attention of her husband who watched in curiousity, "What in the seven are you doing? You'll get yourself sick-"

"Shut up about the cold, Mance, and come keep me warm."

Sansa was feeling bold and she tossed her coat at him before laughing and running behind the Weirdwood tree. She was wearing a tunic shirt that fit her comfortably, but as she listened to her husband chuckle before standing and running for her, Sansa quickly removed her tunic and toss it out from behind the tree. When he saw the gray tunic get tossed through the air, Mance grabbed it and felt his groin twitch in lust for her, "Where are you, girl?" When he looked behind the tree, he was surprised to see her gone and he growled while looking around. He heard her giggle and she sang out, "If you find me, I'll let you take me right here!" He loved to be teased, Gods, how he loved it, but right at that moment, he wanted Sansa as never before. Mance threw down her clothing and removed his own coat and tunic, "When I find you, if you ain't naked, I am going to remove the rest of your clothes with my teeth!" Sansa, who was standing on the other side of the Godswood behind a tree, blushed and her breath caught, right before she began to try to unlace her breeches with her hands.

Unfortunately for her, Mance found her and ran up behind her, throwing her over his shoulder as she screamed, "No! That is not fair!" Both were naked from the waist up in the cold, but it bothered neither of them. Mance laughed as she kicked and he tossed her down into the snow before the Weirdwood tree, both of their eyes filled with want and need. He went to his knees before her and reach to her breeches, removing them with ease before her body was hit with the cold air and snow under her. Sansa squealed out as he pulled the breeches from her legs and Mance growled, "Do you want me, Sansa?" Of course she did, but she smirked, "I want you, but I want to look down upon you." Mance did not know what she meant for a moment until she stood and pushed him to the ground with force, before she mounted his hips.

"How is it the Gods let me have you?"

It wasn't the Gods that let him have her, it was Sansa herself, but she said nothing as she smirked, her hands traveling down between her legs to unlace his breeches and remove his nearly erect cock. She held him in her hand, positioning herself over her desired target, but before she could do anymore she felt his hands grabbing at her naked breasts, holding them in his hand as he looked up at her. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, enjoying the feeling of his large hands upon her skin, and as he did such, Sansa rubbed his cock with her small hand, preparing him for the job ahead.

The Gods had nothing to do with this, for this was pure lust and need. Sansa smiled to herself as she could only imagine what her friends from Winterfell would say about her being with a man like Mance. She knew they would call such a thing horrid and wrong, but how could it be such? Mance was handsome and although nearly forty, he was mature and kind. No man she has ever known has been as mature as he, as smart and critical, and Sansa loved it. She swore to the Gods in that moment that she not only loved it, she loved him. Mance was no handsome prince with golden locks, but when she looked down at him in that moment, his pulsing cock still in her hand and his own hands upon her heated sex, Sansa smiled, "I wouldn't want him any other way." Mance growled, "I can't wait anymore!" Before she could say anything, he removed her hand from him and he slowly entered her, a moan coming from his lips as a soft cry came from hers. They have made love countless times before, both feeling love and pleasure from the experience, but just at that moment, Sansa could feel her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he entered her. She fell forward slightly, a shiver going through her body as he pulled out agonizingly slow before thrusting in slowly. Sansa cried out softly once more and looked down at him, "Must you be cruel?" Her voice was whimpering and Mance felt himself grow even harder, if that was even possible, at the sound. He grinned,

"I will not be cruel if you do what you must."

She knew what he meant and she nodded, slowly straightening her back before placing her hands flat on his stomach. Her knees were in the snow and it was cold, but with heat coming from both of them, it did not matter. Sansa sighed as she raised herself up and slowly fell back down, the feeling of his cock filling her making her close her eyes and let out a shallow breath. She felt his hands grabbed her waist and Sansa suddenly felt the urge to go faster, and so she did. Before they knew it, she was bouncing atop him as though she was galloping through the woods on horseback and the sounds coming from Mance were ones she had never heard before. If any of the men had heard them, they would call him weak for such a sound, but Sansa smirked as she panted, listening to his groans and cries, "Do you like me riding you, Mance? Do you enjoy seeing your Queen fuck you?" She suddenly stopped and leaned down, rubbing her cold hots breasts against his sweating chest, "Tell me!" He finally opened his eyes and mouth to speak,

"Y-Yes! Gods, why must you stop?"

Sansa smiled at the control she had over the King Beyond The Wall and she sat straight again before going back to her rhythm of up and down, up and down, and she herself cried out, "I love feeling you, Mance! Ah!" Why it felt so much better than the other times, Sansa and Mance did not know, but each was sweating from the heat between them, Mance feeling his cock pulsing inside of her as he prepared to spill his seed into her belly. Sansa felt him inside of her and she knew that feeling all too well. The couple were fucking in front of the Weirdwood tree, a tree where people marry, where they pray, and where they make vows. Sansa looked up at the tree, her breasts bouncing with her as she fucked her husband and she closed her eyes,

"Gods, bless us with a child!"

She barely could think of the words as her cunt tightened around Mance's cock and she cried out, "Yes!" That was the only word she could cry out as she came upon Mance, her orgasm making her body shake and buck against his body. As soon as she cried out, Mance looked at her and saw her mouth open and eyes closed as she shook and rubbed against him, he sat up then and held her body to him as he bucked his hips up, his cock still thrusting into her and as she continued to moan and cry into his ear, he bit down upon her shoulder and groaned loudly before moving his face to her face, his hand holding her head to him.

"Once more, Sansa. Don't stop!"

Sansa was nearly down from her orgasm, but she still moved up and down once more before he finally came inside of her, his seed mixed with her juices falling from her cunt as he breathed heavy and moaned into her ear. Both were out of breath as she pushed him back down lightly and laid against his chest, her naked body hot against his and his cock still inside of her, twitching from its activities. Both laid in silence, Mance running his hand through her hair and Sansa kissing his chest and sucking upon his nipple as they calmed. She was unsure of what made her this way, but only minutes after doing what they did, she wished to continue, but she knew Mance was exhausted.

Suddenly, a swift breezed went through the trees above them and both sat up and looked up, watching as the red leaves of the Weirwood tree flew in the breeze. Sansa shivered from the cold and Mance removed her from his cock, "We must get back and get a hot bath or you'll freeze." Sansa smirked and let him pick her up before helping her place her clothing back on. She could feel the mixture of their juices drip from between her legs and she relished the feeling. As he helped her, Sansa caught sight of the Weirdwood tree and how its eyes were crying red and she frowned, for the tree was not doing that before they fucked in front of it.

What could it mean?"

She pointed, "Mance, look!" He turned and saw the tree crying red, "Aye, seems like someone's prayer will be coming true." She knew he did not know what he spoke of, but she heard him chuckle in her ear as he leaned down. He lifted her into his arms before running her back to the village, both laughing as they went.

Someone's prayer would be coming true and that prayer would be in the form of a new life.

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BAM! I told you it would be important, besides, who doesn't enjoy a good sex scene? I hope you all enjoyed. Next chapter will be trouble at the wall and stannis!