Lyra had not been to the castle of rock in a long time. It stood taller and grander than it had during the reign of Iofur Raknison, gleaming against the harsh sunlight that covered this part of the world. The melting of the ice had settled in the months after Serafina Pekkala had closed the shattered skies of the North, sealing them off from Cittagazze.
Around her, she knew there were twenty bears keeping watch, silent sentries scouring the vastness of the waste for any incoming enemies. As she walked up the grey steps, she found herself smiling to herself. How wonderful it is to find someone who understands me, she thought. Iorek was the only being she knew that had survived the great battle against the Authority, the only person in an entire universe that she could turn to. Stories had floated around about Asriel sacrificing himself nobly, but she had not believed them, thinking that those stories were spun by overzealous fools who had worshipped her father.
She entered the hall of granite, feeling the heat of a dozen open fires wash over her as the bears bowed their heads and opened the great doors to her. At the end of the long room, sat Iorek Byrnison, the greatest king of the Panserbjorne. He was larger than he had been a decade before, a mountainous sight. He had to have been twice the height of her in length, with a dense covering of white fur covering his entire body. He still wore his armour, the one she had helped him steal, the thing he called his soul. She stared at him as she walked towards him, his implacable black orbs meeting with her soft brown eyes.
She met him, kneeling at his feet to show her respect for the king. "You may stand."
Iorek spoke with a thick accent, growling out the words. Lyra did as Iorek instructed, beaming as she wrapped her arms around his solid neck. She nuzzled into his fur, planting her face against his solid body. She could feel him relaxing in her arms, the tightly wound muscles uncoiling at her touch. She hadn't expected it, but tears sprang to her eyes. Iorek allowed her to touch him, an action that would have led to heavy injuries if anyone else had done do. But she was Lyra. Lyra Silvertongue. He had named her when he was a prisoner here. He would make an exception for one of the few humans he had ever cared about. Lyra removed her thick coat, dropping it to the floor. Pantalaimon was around her neck, laying against her skin to keep them warm. Lyra herself was wearing a thick grey jumper, but Iorek could see how much she had grown since their last encounter all those years ago. Her change was heavily visible, from the way that she had approached him, prostrating herself at his paws, to her settled soul resting against her flesh, to the physical changes, the way her hips and breasts had swelled as she had grown to adulthood. Even her smell had shifted, becoming more complex and alluring. He barked something, his throat rattling and echoing. The bears in the hall bowed their heads and loped away, leaving the two of them alone.
Iorek nuzzled at Lyra's breast, rubbing his black snout against the soft wool. She tried to reach her arms around his thick neck, pulling him close, her hands buried in his fur. "Come, Lyra. I will show you to your quarters myself." The bear padded away, Lyra following behind him. They reached her room, a box of hard rock. There were no windows due to the bitter cold that constantly had the north in its grasp. A crackling fire kept the room warm, the noise of it soothing her.
But the bed, the bed was glorious, a king-sized beast that was covered in a blanket of thick pelts and a single pillow, stuffed with duck feathers. Even without touching the thing, she knew that this would be the best bed she would ever sleep in.
"We brought it here for you. It belonged to your mother."
"Oh Iorek, thank you!" Lyra hugged the bear again, not knowing how to show how happy she was that he had done this for her.
"Do you have anywhere I can bathe?"
"I thought you might ask that. I will take you to the springs now."
She was taken through the great castle, out to a secluded area, a large pool surrounded by smooth rock that created a natural barrier against the harsh wind. It bubbled slightly and was about three feet of warm, clear water. Lyra took one shoe and one sock off, feeling goosebumps prickle as the cold crawled across her bare foot. She dipped a toe into the water, finding it just warm enough for her to be comfortable to sit in. She stripped off quickly, Pan scurrying off her and laying at the side of the pool, enjoying the heat coming off the surface as it wafted through his fur. Iorek watched her shed the layers of thick clothing, showing her body in its purest form with no shame.
Her body was beautiful and pale as snow, thick curls of deep brown hair falling down her back. Her nipples stood pert in the cold against her firm breasts and she took a deep breath in, the cold air burning her throat. She looked back at Iorek, who looked unphased as ever, smiling at the bear before she slid into the pool. Pan came to the edge of the pool and whispered to Lyra, softly enough for the bear not to hear him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He looked worried. "Iorek could hurt you."
"This is what we came here for, Pan. You can go back to the room if you want." Lyra stroked him, three fingers running down Pan's sleek neck and down to his tail.
"I'm here because I want to be. I can't stop you."
Lyra noticed Iorek, stood stock-still and staring into the distance. She called to the Panserbjorne. "Iorek, come and join me! When was the last time you had a bath?" She giggled as the great bear turned around. Iorek pondered the offer, realising that it had been weeks since he had bathed, before climbing into the pool beside Lyra. He sat beside her, most of his great body laying on the bottom of the spring. Lyra rested her head on his neck, felt his breaths shake his throat. His paw was behind her, the leathery texture of the pads rough against her back. The feeling of her soft, warm skin against his paws was scintillating. Lyras hands played with his thick fur, the tips of her fingers touching the skin beneath. Iorek felt a purpose in the way she made contact, something unsaid that he could read as if it had been painted across her body. He had done this before, during his days in Trollesund, when the feeling took him in such a way it was impossible to refuse. But Lyra was special. She was the only human he cared about.
She kissed him on the snout, moving through the water so she was directly in front of him. She hugged his body, pressing herself against him.
"Lyra, do you want to do this?" Iorek questioned the girl.
"Yes, Iorek, I do. I love you and I want you." Her heartbeat confirmed it, a fast pounding in her chest. Pan watched as Lyra confessed her affection towards the bear king, feeling her body ache for him.
Iorek's paw was pressed against Lyra's buttocks as she planted innumerable kisses across his cheeks and snout and lips. He asked her to turn around, and she followed the orders of her king, letting him move her as he pleased. She was pushed upwards, laying against the side of the spring as Iorek pushed himself against her, rough pink tongue working her clit and labia. He drooled and slavered as he pleasured her, his great paws pulling her back against his tongue. Lyra moaned, biting her lip and closing her eyes as his thumbs spread her ass and his tongue flicked in and around her pussy and swelling clit. The roughness of it, combined with the tender way he worked was sensational.
When he was done cleaning her, he stood to his fullest, rearing up with an eruption of water. Lyra felt his shadow fall across her as he dropped, massive paws landing inches from her head. The bear shuffled around, humping her while his penis became aroused, a massive pinkish-grey baculum with a thick knot in the bottom. Lyra braced her body as she felt its sticky warmth press against her before it slid itself in with a single thrust of Iorek's thighs. The feeling was intense and she gasped, feeling the fullness of him inside of her. His penis thickened as he continued to fuck the girl, pressing against her walls and pulsing as he moved. His bulging knot pressed against her, the alien feeling more pleasurable than any man she had encountered during her years in Oxford. Her entire body shuddered as his thighs pushed against hers and his breath came in thick clouds. She cried out as he sped up, but he seemed to take little notice, lost in his libido as his knot finally entered her, her body full of him, the smell of his wet fur in her nostrils and his ragged breaths filling her ears. Her eyes were fixed on the smooth grey rock in front of her, trying to keep herself calm as his thrusting became wilder and weaker.
Iorek spent himself inside her and she felt him cum, felt his penis swell and contract as he released a large quantity of thin, translucent fluid, which dripped from his tip as he pulled out of her, his breath coming out almost as a snarl. He pulled himself out of the water and licked himself clean, his tongue running over his member as it retracted back into its protective sheath. Lyra lay there, her body aching and her mind full of him. She quickly pulled her clothes on, not caring about the fact she was still wet, not seeing how his cum dripped from her soft, pink pussy. She walked slowly, taking the experience in, as Pan followed behind her, not quite moving in a straight line as if he was in a daze himself. She let Pan climb under her hood and rest on her shoulder, his favourite position, as she walked into her dark bedroom and collapsed onto it, sinking into the mattress and into the expansive depth of sleep.