The night was bitter, the wind harsher than the last few days. She could normally handle herself with a coat and a blanket of thick furs, being shielded from the elements by Iorek. But this was different. Her body craved the bed, craved the feeling of a mattress on her back and a thick pillow under her head, which was far softer than lying on the paw of her king. They had already made love in his bed, and her legs ached as she made her way through the massive corridors, now empty as the bears instinctively understood that night had fallen, though the nights were eternal. She had started to learn the winding depths of the castle, hours and hours of walking imprinting the directions to her room in her mind. Turn right out of the throne room, then left and left again before her room was there. Even though she had not used it in a week, the sheets had been changed and cleaned, the fire still stoked and burning softly. New furs had been added to the bed. She felt a comforting weight over her body as she slid under them, moving into the usual sleeping position, hands beneath her head. Iorek couldn't sleep with her, and Pan was away, as he still enjoyed the freedom of their untethering.
Her night was filled with tossing and turning, her mind taken back to the greatest battle on any world, the cacophony and clash of lights and sounds, screams and battle cries, echoing for miles and miles as the two armies crashed against each other, with the blinding brightness of angels all hovering above them. She could remember the feel of Will's hand gripping hers as they realised that the Spectres were forming in their vision. She felt him grip tighter as ghosts poured through and past them, charging like a pale wave against the creatures in their last act. Even the memory of it was too much, disorienting and almost painful to her eyes and ears, making her body clench up, tossing and turning unconsciously and making strange half-formed utterances in the emptiness.
Then she woke. She woke in near-darkness, embers still glowing in the hearth. She heard a noise, a low huff of air, and turned to see Iorek beside her, looking at her with something like concern in his dark eyes. "How are you, Lyra?"
She rubbed her eyes as she turned to face him, still lying in the bed. "I'm fine, Iorek. Just bad dreams."
Iorek moved closer, laying his head on the bed and staring straight at her. Lyra stroked the top of his head slowly, running against the grain and making him close his eyes with the pleasure of her ruffling his fur between her dainty fingers. She needed him, grabbing him with aching want. He pulled her off the bed, dragging the blanket with her. They lay on the stone, as they had done for so many nights now, and she clung to him harder, tears running into his fur as they embraced. Eventually, her body forced her back into the terror of sleep, but with Iorek so close, holding her, a constant comfort, the nightmares disappeared, letting her be stilled and soothed by her king once more.
After some hours, Lyra woke again. She turned to him, seeing that he was still awake, likely not sleeping, as he had done when he was her protector so many years before. She kissed him, gently and quickly, as her hands slid down his chest, pulling her trousers down, before kicking them off. He rolled, so she was atop him and they lay against one another, her bare legs now straddling his belly. Lyra's hands slid up his cheeks, before she kissed him again, her tongue slipping into his mouth on instinct and lust. There was still a dull ache on her insides as she wrapped a hand around his cock, not having to look to know how close it would be as she pressed herself onto him, slowly shuffling down his body until he was inside her, wet and hot and hard, already needing to have her after such a short amount of time.
Iorek licked her face, nestling against her shoulder as she rocked against him. Her clit was being almost overstimulated as she rubbed against his skin, which was sickened by his fluids, now dripping from her stretched pussy and onto his belly. Her eyes closed and she was going faster, using his cock and his skin and his warmth to bring her up and over the edge, grunting harshly as she came, sitting on his full length as the tremors from her thighs subsided. He held her close, lifting her up, waddling as she was still fixed onto his cock, and dropping her onto the bed, which creaked as he leaned over her. She took her jumper off, letting him admire her flesh as he liked to do.
She gasped and groaned and kissed his fur as he thrust over and over, relentless in his use. Iorek's head dipped and the tip of his blue-black tongue traced her nipples, drizzling drool over her breasts. The sensation of
They kissed again and he was pressing himself against her, roughly forcing his knot inside her. Her grunt was muffled by his lips against hers and she moaned as he came, being filled with his seed once more as he sealed her pussy with his thick knot.
As his cock shrank, and he pulled himself away from her, their juices ran down them and onto the bed, soaking the sheets with their love.