Chapter 20

The young man furrowed his brow when he first heard the news. As one of the newest brothers of the Night's Watch, he'd just said his oaths before the Night King. Still though, this bit was odd.

"We're going on a ranging?"

The veteran Watchman who'd told him and his comrades the news looked back with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Aye boy, that's what I said, innit?"

He should probably leave well enough alone… but he couldn't help himself.

"Aye, but didn't ye also say that the Free Folk have pledged loyalty to the Night King now too? What's the point of ranging beyond the Wall if we aren't hunting Free Folk?"

A strange look crosses the older man's face for a moment and then it's gone and he's smirking.

"We hunt wild animals o' course. And maybe, just maybe we run into some Free Folk of the more feminine variety."

That gets a dumb blink from the young man.

"B-But we swore an oath to take no wives and no lands!"

Now the veteran crow just looks incredulous.

"That doesn't mean you can't still fuck boy! You've still got a cock and a pair of balls between your legs, don't you? We're not eunuchs! Now get ready! The ranging leaves in an hour and the Lord Commander himself is leading it! You're in for a treat!"

That got the younger man's interest. The Lord Commander was a bit of a legend among his group, especially given his age. After watching the man slaughter that stuck up noble prick with those twin swords of his, five of their nine man group had taken up the double-bladed fighting style as well. They weren't any good at it of course, but they were working on it.

Though, he hadn't. Instead, he'd earned the right to wield the dead man's sword by being the best in their group. Licking his lips, the young crow gets to his feet and gathers up what he needs, grabbing the well-crafted sword in its sheathe on his way out. Alright then, they were going on a ranging.

-x-X-x-

The Lord Commander lay in his tent and stared at the ceiling of the thing, eyes unmoving. This time of night, it was the only time where he could truly think, could truly contemplate… everything. He was Lord Commander of an organization that had tried to wipe out his people for generations. The Night's Watch were the nightmares that the Free Folk raised their children on. If you were naughty, the Night's Watch would come for you. If you didn't listen or if you stole or if you lied, the Night's Watch would come for you.

Now, he was the Night's Watch. He wondered if Free Folk parents would need to find a new nightmare to give their children, or if he would be the monster in the dreams of his people from now on. It was a sobering thought. He'd never expected to lead, especially not at his age. But then, he hadn't expected much of what happened. In private, the young man suspected that the Night King hadn't expected it either.

He was fairly certain he'd understood the Night King's plans to a point. His God had explained things to him and his four comrades. They were to infiltrate the Night's Watch and begin laying the foundations for complete overthrow hundreds of years down the road. It'd taken them centuries to weaken the Watch to the point that they would not be out of place in joining it, and the Night King had clearly expected it to take centuries more before he finally held complete control over the Watchers on the Wall.

Then they'd been idiotic enough to range out beyond the Wall, after hundreds of years of failed rangings. They'd seen a shiny in the form of the now completed, beautiful harbor city, and they'd gone ahead and decided they had to take it out. They died for it and him and his four comrades found themselves as the most veteran members of the Night's Watch hilariously enough.

The Night King had named him Lord Commander personally and that carried so much damn weight that no Free Folk dared question the decree. And yet… he was confident in his belief that the Night King had done it on a whim. Certainly, he was the old Lord Commander's personal steward… but Stewards did not in turn become Lord Commanders, he'd learned that much fairly quickly after being assigned to the group.

That had been fine with him at the time. He was not looking for personal glory within the Watch, he was simply looking for a position that would afford him the ability to begin the most basic preparations for his God's eventual plans. Stewarding was the perfect role for him. So, he'd downplayed his abilities and he'd ultimately been chosen to steward for the Lord Commander himself.

And then the old fuck had up and died on him, and now HE was the Lord Commander. Honestly, it was a tad ridiculous, but in the end, what could one do but serve? He would follow his God to the end and if the Night King required this of him, he would do as was needed, just as he would gladly fall on his blades of the Night King ever required THAT of him.

There was a sudden commotion in the camp, but the Lord Commander didn't rise from his bedding. He simply smiled as the air filled with a very specific set of sounds. There was some surprised shouting and that was probably the nine new brothers they had. Orphans and bastards of the North… they would have to get used to how Free Folks did things, just like anyone else who came to the Wall from the North from now on.

The Lord Commander hoped that Theon Stark would make an effort to curtail any idea of 'honor' in serving on the Wall. He'd take no pleasure in doing it, but he'd gut any fucking Lord's son that couldn't adjust to the Night's Watch, just like he had with the last one. The Night's Watch's reputation needed to stay shit, or else they'd end up having to kill just as many recruits as they managed to indoctrinate. 'Course, now the King in the North himself was one of the Night King's Chosen. That probably meant good things ahead for their efforts in the North.

Still, for the moment at least the Lord Commander was pleased. His men were going to have their fun with the Free Folk women currently 'invading' their camp. Unlike the army of Northmen that had actually put up a fight, no 'crow' was about to kill a woman when they could do something else instead. He wondered if anyone would visit him, and as if summoned by his thoughts, that was the moment a hooded figure slipped into his tent.

The young Lord Commander finally rose, his hands open and rested at his side and his swords several feet away. He had no intentions of using them anyways. This was a test of strength, of will. One did not cut a Free Folk woman into submission. You had to show what you could do with your own hands. Especially with these Daughters of Ayla, hardest group of bitches he'd ever met and he meant that in the nicest way possible. Keeping his stance loose, he lifted a brow in the direction of the shrouded Free Folk woman before him.

"Well? Shall I make the first move?"

His eyes widened as the woman reached up with blue hands and pulled back her hood, even as she turned fully to face him and revealed herself to be Ayla. The female White Walker's lips curl into a savage grin, showing off rows of white teeth as her glowing blue eyes fill with impish delight.

"The boy has some bark to him. Now let's see his bite."

… This was going to go poorly for him, he could already tell.

-x-X-x-

She was a White Walker and no matter how hard he fought, he'd still end up on his back. The young man knew that, but he gave it his all, all the same. Contrary to his words, the Lord Commander made the first move, rushing in at her. Ayla looked surprised and then a little annoyed, her hands coming up to grab and arrest his momentum. That was when he turned the charge into a slide and kicked her legs out from under her.

Before the beautiful blue skinned female knew it, she was face planting as he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to him. Such was Ayla's surprise that the Lord Commander managed to tear her pants down to her knees before she reacted, flipping over and kicking him in the chest with both feet, now that her legs were momentarily tied together.

"Now there's a bit of the bite I was looking for. Come on Boy Commander, should me what you've got."

Gritting his teeth, the young man got back on his feet. Ayla stayed on the ground, on her back, a smirk on her face. To be fair, she didn't need to move, did she? The moment he put himself in reach of her, Ayla would have ahold of him and he'd be quickly subdued. Licking his lips, the wildling ultimately took a step back… and began to strip.

The female White Walker lifted a brow and took the time to kick off her bunched-up pants and throw away her shirt. She finally stood and they faced off once more, this time both completely naked. Ayla's gaze moved down the Lord Commander's body. She was really just unable to help herself, sneaking a peak. Her glowing blue eyes widened slightly as she saw what the young man was packing.

He was already growing hard at the sight of her naked body, but even soft, the boy commander was long and thick, one of the bigger ones she'd seen, though not the biggest. It would have made for a good target, but Ayla wasn't that kind of gal. She didn't need to be, going after the end goal like that was both underhanded and self-defeating. If she did too much damage to the goods, who was going to fuck her?

The young man proved his quick mind once again by taking advantage of her momentary distraction. Abruptly, the cock between his legs was growing bigger not just because he was happy to see her, but because he was getting closer. Ayla reacted in time, but just barely, grappling with the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and swiftly pinning the young man to the floor. He fought as hard as he could, but as soon as they matched strength for strength, there was nothing he could do.

Taking SOME mercy on him, the female White Walker flips around and plants her cunt lips right atop his face, even as she takes his growing cock in her hands.

"Lick."

The simple command is followed, even as she slowly wraps her lips around the young man's tip, suckling at it rather lewdly and tracing her tongue around the circumference of his girthy prick. He really is well-endowed for such a young man. She can't exactly see herself referring to him as a boy anymore, not even in her head. This piece of meat is one hundred percent man. And his tongue isn't half bad either. The Lord Commander even adds his fingers to it and Ayla is of a mixed mind on whether she regrets not pinning his arms to his sides with her knees now.

On the one hand, his fingers and tongue feel good. On the other hand, it feels too good. It's clear that the young man has given up on the fighting aspects of their struggle and is now focused on beating her in another arena entirely. Still, this is why Ayla shifted into this position, to give him a chance. She couldn't fault the young man for taking it, but she wasn't about to lose to him.

Bobbing her head up and down happily, Ayla swirls her tongue even further down the cock before her, one hand stroking the base of his still growing shaft and the other reaching down to fondle and massage his balls. A groan against her lower lips tells her that her efforts are yielding results as well as sends pleasurable vibrations into her inner passage. At the same time, she can't quite stifle the muffled moans escaping from her own throat as he works hard to bring her off before she can milk him dry.

Ayla slowly begins to take the man's cock deeper into her mouth and down her throat, but it turns out he has one last trick up his sleeve as well. The female White Walker's eyes go wide when she feels a finger suddenly probing at her puckered, pristine asshole. The Lord Commander is going after her sphincter and her entire body shudders as he works his index finger into her tight butt.

All the while, his tongue remains writhing in her cunt and his free hand is constantly frigging her clit. She's a bit overwhelmed by what she expected to be a near-virginal boy. Where the hell is this all coming from? His enthusiasm mixed with his skill sends her over the edge far faster than she anticipated and Ayla moans around his shaft as she climaxes all over his face.

In her moment of weakness, the Lord Commander takes advantage. His finger in her ass becomes lodged there as he grasps her buttocks with the rest of that hand and lifts up. Meanwhile, his other hand moves to her head, his fingers tightening in her white locks. In an impressive show of strength, the young man lifts himself up off the ground and forces her into an upside-down position that leaves her head in his lap as he begins to thrust into her throat, forcibly choking her on his cock.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Ayla's eyes are wide and watering as the Lord Commander abuses her throat. She's never been put in a position this humiliating before and the sheer shock of it leaves her unresponsive for a few long moments until she finally gets ahold of herself and reacts. Her legs wrap around the back of the young man's head and she grabs at his shoulders with her hands. A moment later, they're rolling and his cock is flying out of her throat as Ayla forces the Lord Commander down onto the ground.

He's pinned beneath her, even his arms trapped at his sides by her knees this time. There's nothing for him to do, nowhere for him to go. His hard cock is still riding up against her ass though, as she sits on his navel and stares at him with wide eyes, breathless panting coming from her throat. He stares back at her with an undiscernible expression on his face.

In silence, Ayla shifts slightly, moving forward and reaching back. Their faces are bare inches apart as she grabs hold of his cock and eases it into her cunt. Once he's inside of her, she pulls back and impales herself fully on his massive member. Then, the female White Walker begins to bounce, grunts leaving her lips as she rides his cock.

She should have done this from the beginning, but Ayla admits that she's never had a man fight quite as hard as this one has. Most roll over and play dead the moment she directs their cocks to one of her holes. There's a bit of spirit in this one though. Her father made the right choice when he made the young man Lord Commander. Riding this nice, thick cock, Ayla moans and reaches up to grasp one of her breasts, her other hand raking along his exposed chest as she fucks herself on his schlong.

Quite quickly, the female White Walker finds herself arriving at her next climax. There's something to be said about the man's staying power as well. Multiple orgasms? It's not unheard of, but it's certainly not something she gets very often from her numerous boy toys among the Free Folk. Not unless she's having an orgy and fucking one after the other, but Ayla doesn't feel like that counts.

Her hips continue to bounce up and down on the young man's cock, until finally she manages to milk his release from him with her THIRD orgasm. His cum paints her inner walls white and as Ayla cries out towards the ceiling of the tent, her knees spread a bit, loosening their grip on his arms. Even now, the Lord Commander is ready to take advantage. He does so in the only way he can. His arms come up, his fingers grasp her nipples, and he pulls and twists at the same time.

Ayla shrieks as the pain mixes with the pleasure of her orgasm in a delightfully erotic way, but before she knows it, she's on her back and he's still inside of her, still thrusting away into her wet cunt… STILL hard! Her glowing blue eyes stare up into the determined gaze of the young man above her, even as he gropes and kneads her tits, fucking her from a position of strength for as long as he can get away with. A wicked grin spreads across Ayla's face and she reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

The female White Walker pulls the Lord Commander of the Night Watch down into a deep, passionate, and most importantly domineering kiss. She lets him have this moment for now, but the tables are turned once again many times before the night is over.

-x-X-x-

By the time they're done, Ayla leans forward and presses her forehead to the young Lord Commander's.

"I'm keeping you."

For the first time since their encounter began, the human male looks alarmed. Ayla just smirks wickedly as she pulls him to his feet and drags him from his tent.

-x-X-x-

The next day is one of revelry and relaxed smiles all around. Many of the wildling women who had 'invaded' the Night's Watch's camp during the night have not left. Nobody seems to care though. The whole thing was basically one giant orgy, as most of them didn't have furs to sleep on, let alone tents. Everyone is quite pleased with themselves, until a general cry rings out and they're all forced to gather in front of the Lord Commander's tent. The First Ranger stares at sworn brother and wildling woman alike with an expressionless face.

"The Lord Commander's gone and while it's all in good fun, we kind of need the fucker back to lead us and what not. Night King's orders."

There's confusion and concern all around, until one of the higher-ranking Daughters of Ayla finally steps over, looking as worried as the rest of them.

"Ayla herself laid claim to the Lord Commander ahead of time. He was off limits to us all. If he's gone…"

The First Ranger grimaces and finishes for the wildling woman.

"If he's gone, it's because the Goddess took him."

She nods before furrowing her brow and frowning.

"It's just… Ayla doesn't TAKE men. They trail after her like lost puppies and she might allow one or two to return to her bed to scratch the itch, but she doesn't keep what she catches."

The First Ranger lets out a low sigh and places a hand to the blue handprint on his arm, closing his eyes and furrowing his own brow in concentration. Even as he contacts their God, he answers the wildling woman with a simple, slightly exasperated statement.

"Apparently, she does now."

There's silence for a few seconds and then the First Ranger straightens up and opens his eyes. A moment later, every other member of the Night's Watch gets a simple message. The First Ranger looks around for a moment and gets nods of acceptance and understanding from his men. Then he turns back to the wildling woman.

"Right, I'm Lord Commander until this mess gets sorted out. If it doesn't, I'm Lord Commander permanently. Fuck me… alright, let's get camp packed away you fuckers. We're heading back to the Wall. You ladies are welcome to join us and keep some of our brothers who missed out on this trip company. Otherwise, get the fuck out."

Despite the Acting Lord Commander's crass language, no one takes offense. The crows hurry to follow his orders and pack up, while the wildling women make the decision to stay or go. Those that are married are the ones who head back mostly, while those unattached are the ones who stick around. In the end, they're on the move within a few hours, the new Lord Commander grumbling all the way through about this and that and being forced to pick up the slack thanks to the predations of White Walker women.

-x-X-x-

I stare at my daughter in silence. At least I wasn't completely blindsided by this, as Ayla originally intended. I don't know how she meant to keep it a secret until she arrived when I literally had over half of the True North marked as my Chosen, including the men she'd stolen this one out from under, but whatever. Time to focus on the problem at hand.

"You want to take the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch as your husband."

It's not a question, more of an incredulous statement. Ayla still treats it as one, nodding her head up and down, even as her hand tightens around the young Lord Commander's shoulder. It's clear that the wildling man is a bit awestruck by my presence, as he always has been when I'm around. He stands with his back straight, his legs apart, and his hands clasped in front of him. His head is bowed and his eyes are on the ground, out of subservience towards me.

There's a reason the boy is Lord Commander. He has been one of my most devout followers for much of his life. He was also competent and skilled in the things he decided he needed to be good at. Watching him fight with those twin swords of his was always a treat and sometimes on rather boring nights I'd have him do exhibition bouts against some of his men on the Wall for my amusement, watching through the eyes of him, his opponent, and all those around him as he'd effortlessly dismantle whoever he was up against.

If he was the main character of a story, he'd undoubtedly be labeled as a Gary Stu by anyone with half a mind. But the thing was… I didn't even know his fucking name. Which brought to mind a question for Ayla.

"Do you even know his fucking name?"

There's a pause. My daughter tenses up, furrows her brow and then frowns in deep thought. Finally, she turns to the Lord Commander and just outright asks.

"What's your name?"

I roll my glowing blue eyes, even as the young Lord Commander answers and satisfies that question for both of us. I mean, I probably knew it at one point, I could always just look into his mind and figure it out, though people spent a lot less time thinking about their own name then one might think, but it just wasn't worth the bother.

"Torrand, your Grace. My name is Torrand."

Ayla looks downright triumphant as she turns back to me, her hand still never leaving the poor human's shoulder.

"There, you see? His name is Torrand father. I wish to marry him. I wish for you to bless our union and ascend him into one of us for me, so that I may have him by my side forever."

"And what does Torrand want? Did you even think to ask?"

My daughter is more perceptive than I give her credit for. She just rolls her eyes at my comment and finally let's go of the young man's shoulder.

"He wants to stand at YOUR side for all eternity father, obviously. He's one of your devout little stooges after all. He'll jump at the chance to be ascended, even if it means marrying me."

She's right of course, I can feel Torrand's excitement at the idea even now. He knows he cannot hide it from me and so he does not even try, trusting me to accept him, faults and all. Now that is adoration and loyalty. Letting out a sigh, I roll my eyes at the both of them.

"Torrand, do you even remotely love my daughter?"

Ayla's eyes narrow at that question and she looks at the human male. To his credit, Torrand does not tense up in fear, nor does he get flighty or antsy. He gives the question appropriate thought and then answers with something that makes me snort derisively and Ayla chuckle, a wide grin on her face.

"I… have enjoyed our short time together. I believe I would enjoy more, especially on equal footing."

Alright fine, it's too much to deal with this shit right now. The more time I deliberate, the more chance of Rickar finishing with helping his Mother with the triplets and then I have to deal with him. Better to just turn the human now and handle my son's inevitable reaction later. Rickar had been a little… burned by the events with Lyanna and Theon Stark. No point in reopening fresh wounds right this moment.

Stepping forward, I reach out and place my hands on either side of Torrand's head. My FORMER Lord Commander's eyes roll back in his sockets as I transform him on the spot. His hair goes white, his skin goes blue, and his pupils begin to glow as he's changed into one of us. Ayla watches on from the side with badly concealed satisfaction and eagerness. How long before she realizes just like her mother that I have complete control over when they get pregnant?

… I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Pulling back from the remade Torrand, I bring my hands back down and smile sardonically.

"Off with you two. Don't let your brother see you together for at least a couple weeks. He'll find out today no doubt, but give him a little time to adjust. For me, please."

Giddy with her new toy, though judging by the thoughts I see in Torrand's mind, Ayla will be quickly disabused of that notion, my daughter just nods happily and drags the former human away. I send a casual message to the Night's Watch's new Lord Commander telling him that his promotion is permanent and that I leave the naming of a new First Ranger to him. Then, I head off to find my wife and my new children. Three identical boys… what had I done to deserve this?

… Don't answer that.

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