Polar Bear King (complete)

    In the Great North of the Ruby Empire lies the court of the Ice Realm. Surrounded by mountains and rough terrain, it is said to be the most impenetrable kingdom of the Empire. As such, it has been ruled for years in relative peace, separated from the rest of the kingdoms. 

    You grew up in this place, having been left on the doorstep of the cathedral when you were a newborn. You were born with a curse, or at least what legends dictate a curse. In the Great North, stories are told of a spiteful spirit who is as white as snow, merciless as ice, and as immovable as the mountains. You were born resembling this spirit. You were born pure white. Your hair looks like the frozen waterfall at the palace gates, your eyes look like the rubies mined from the mountains, and your skin is dappled pink and white all over. 

    You were taken into the cathedral and raised by the priest and the nuns there. They believed in other spirits, so the stories in the Great North didn’t concern them. They saw you as a lonely child, left alone to die in the bitter cold. 

    Father Alexei taught you well, while most girls your age learned to hunt, fish, and provide a comfortable household, he set you down to learn. He kept you educated and filled you in on the world news that came to him from other priests.

    “Knowledge is everywhere,” Father Alexei always said. “But people think it only comes from specific places and sources. That is untrue. You can learn anything from anywhere. You can even learn from an old bird like me.” He says, folding his wing to his chest. His dark feathers made him bleed into the stonework of the cathedral. Sometimes, if he stood very still, he looked like one of the statues adorning the roof. 

    Sister Misha and the other nuns taught you other things like cooking, sewing, and how to throw knives at a target. They taught you necessary defense for yourself, as well as fun combat moves that could quickly take down anyone who tried to harm you.

    “I love the Great North,” Sister Misha laughs. “Here, the women fight just like the men do. It is refreshing. Elsewhere they think the women should hide. But ah, such a waste. You want to get a job done, you hand it to a woman. You want to get the right throat slit, you place that neck into the hand of a woman.” She smiles peacefully for a moment. “That’s why I first became a nun,” she confesses to you. “The women!”

    “What about God?” You ask her.

    “He came later. I came first,” Misha winks at you.

    Growing up in the cathedral, you had no plans of going anywhere else. You wanted to stay with Father Alexei and the sisters for as long as you could. But the hands of fate are neither idle or predictable. 

    One day, the royal procession comes to the cathedral. Usually, Father Alexei goes to the palace to perform services, but for some reason, King Gregori has come to visit. His guards are so armor clad they look like statues. The sharp, threatening armor is as sleek and beautiful as polished ice, and the spears that cross their back look sharper than Sister Misha’s knives.

    King Gregori wears little armor and yet he still looked terrifying. He is tall and built like a wall. He wears all black from head to toe with only silver and a single ruby to adorn him. His white fur glistens, and his dark eyes are narrowed and heated. He is handsome though, you cannot deny that. He bears such power and posture with little effort, he makes looking terrifying easy. 

    Father Alexei greets him, he does not bow or kneel, instead he takes Gregori’s paw and kisses his knuckles. Father Alexei has explicitly told you he bows before no man, but he will pay his proper respects.

    “This is a surprise, my king,” Father Alexei replies. “What brings you to the cathedral on this rather dull day?”

    “I’ve heard stories you keep a White Maiden here,” Gregori growls.

    Father Alexei just laughs. “This is a cathedral of the lord, my king! No spirits but them are here.”

    Gregori eyes him. “You’ve never lied to me, Father. Do not start now. I want to see her,” his voice sounds like the dark winds on a stormy night. 

    You watch from the corner, several of the younger sisters behind you. 

    “He’s talking about you!” Sister Tasha whispers, her paws shaking.

    Sister Tova grabs your shoulders. “We should hide you!”

    You shush them and continue to watch as Gregori and Father Alexei dance back and forth about the issue. 

    “I want to see her,” Gregori growls. 

    Father Alexei chuckles warmly. “But why my king? What could you possibly want with a silly superstition?”

    “To make her my queen,” Gregori answers.

    The sisters gasp, and your eyes go wide.

    This is when Father Alexei falters. His expression shifts and he shakes his head. “My king,” he starts unsurely. “It isn’t my place to be giving girls away.”

    “Be that as it may, Father,” Gregori growls. “I have seen a vision, and in it I see her. I have been told the only marriage for me is one to a legend.”

    You start to walk out from your hiding place, but the Sisters try and stop you. “Don’t go out there!”

    “You shouldn’t do this!”

    You wrench free of their grasp and step out. Father Alexei gasps and Gregori’s eyes fall upon you. You step out towards them, and Gregori takes a slow, deep breath.

    “There she is,” he whispers.

    Father Alexei grabs you and takes your hand. “Child,” he whispers, “be still.”

    You look up at Gregori. “What makes you think I’d even want to marry you?” You ask him.

    There is visible reaction from Father Alexei, even the guards seems to shift as one. Gregori, however, makes no reaction to your words.

    “As far as I’m concerned, you’re just some king,” you shrug. “Kings are everywhere, kings aren’t something special no matter what they tell the world. I don’t want to marry you, so you’ll have to find some other White Maiden to marry. This one isn’t for the taking.”

    Gregori smirks. “You saying this is only makes me want you more.”

    “Then that only makes me desire you less than I possibly could.” You stand before him, mimicking his staunch and regal posture. “Please leave, you’re disrupting the cathedral.” You motion to one of the statues in the rafters. “Can’t you see they’re bored stiff.”

    Gregori grins and chuckles. “Who raised you to speak this way?”

    “The Sisters,” you answer. “But Father Alexei taught me how to say it without cussing.”

    You hear snickering and snorting, possibly from the Sisters or even the guards behind their armor.

    You toss your hand back and forth, shooing Gregori away. “You’re free to leave at any point, your Highness, but please, the cathedral doors are old and heavy, be careful they do not hit your rear on the way out.”

    “If it were possible, I’d want you to make me pregnant,” Gregori says with a sharp smirk on his lips. “Often and in the most demeaning ways possible.”

    “If it were possible, I’d be flattered by that,” you say with nary a smile on your lips. 

    Gregori looks to Father Alexei then back to you. “So you’re saying there is no way for me to earn your heart and trust?”

    “No,” you answer. “But I am saying the chances are slim to none.”

    “Then there is a chance,” he kneels on one knee before you, and you stare at him. Even kneeling, he is still taller than you. “Tell me how I can win your heart?”

    “Cut out your own and offer it to me so that I may have a snack for the sled dogs,” you thrust your hand out. “Give it to me.”

    Gregori chuckles as he takes your palm and places a warm kiss in the center. “If I were a stronger man I would do it.”

    You put your palm on his cheek. “How sad for you then.” You pull your hand away. “The cathedral needs repairs. There are drafts in the bedrooms, and the chimneys are all in desperate need of cleaning.”

    Gregori furrows his brow. “Why are you telling me this?”

    “My heart is in the cathedral,” you answer. “Do you not get this?” You shake your head. “Repair the home where the heart dwells, and perhaps it will warm to you.”

    Father Alexei hisses behind you. “Child!”

    Gregori stands again. “Then let it be so,” he replies. “Father, send me a list of what is needed here at the cathedral, and I will see that it is done. Also, send me a list of the Maiden’s favorite things, I will see they are supplied to her.”

    “Ye-yes, my king,” Father Alexei gasps.

    Gregori turns to you again. “Do not think this is the last you will see of me.”

    “I didn’t think it, but I highly hoped,” you throw at him.

    He grins. “You’re terrifying,” he whispers. “I cannot wait to fall in love with you.”

    “That’s your problem,” you reply as you turn on your heel. You go back to the Sisters who all squeal and hiss at you.

    In a few days, Gregori’s carpenters, craftsman, and a chunk of his staff arrive at the cathedral. They set to work on the repairs and restorations the place needed. He has also sent a treasure trove of gifts to you. This includes candies, pastries, breads, cured meats, three new sled dogs, and a bounty of other things.

    “It seems he is serious about wooing you over,” Father Alexei tells you one evening as you’re tending to the sled dogs.

    “I know he is,” you reply as you brush the coat of your favorite dog. “A man like him does not do things without purpose. I would like to marry him as well.”

    Father Alexei furrows his brow. “Then why are you making him jump so high?”

    “I am not easy, Father,” you answer. “I do not intend to go down without a fight. As much as I admire Gregori and his ways, I will not fall for it on face value.”

    “How long will you keep this up?” Father Alexei murmurs.

    “Only until the Cathedral is repaired. After that, I will hear him out again,” you smile. “If I am to leave my home, I want to leave it a better place. That way, I know my family is safe and warm while they miss me.”

    Father Alexei smiles gently at you. “It will be cold without you here, my daughter,” he says. “You have brought so much light into this place.”

    “Do not worry,” you answer. “I will make sure, as queen, you always have candles.”

    Father Alexei laughs and beams. “Gregori is not prepared for you.”

    “Good,” you smirk. “I want to topple him.”

    After the repairs to the cathedral are complete, you agree to go to the palace to meet with Gregori. You are taken my carriage to his palace. His gate is built into the frozen waterfall, you pass through it to get to the palace. It is dark and more spread out than tall. Gregori waits on you as your carriage pulls up. He opens your door and holds his hand out for you to take as you step out.

    “You smell divine, my Maiden,” he whispers to you.

    “It is called bathing,” you smirk as you take his paw. You step down onto the cobblestones and look up at his palace. 

    “This is your home now,” Gregori replies. “As long as you want it to be.”

    “It won’t be long,” you tease. 

    “Do not spear my heart so,” Gregori’s dark voice rumbles in your ear. 

    You smile. “Well, I suppose I should be grateful. After all, the repairs to the cathedral are a blessing.” You keep hold of his paw as he walks you into the palace. He shows you to your chambers, which are across the hall from his own.

    “Should you ever need anything, you call upon me,” Gregori tells you. 

    “Wouldn't one of the staff know better?” You ask.

    He smirks. “Do you have any idea how badly I wish to kiss you?”

    You tilt your head and look up at him. “Did you really think that through?” You ask him. “Some things should be left unsaid.”

    Gregori chuckles and bows his head. “You’re right, my Maiden.”

    You take his paw and kiss it. “I like hearing that.” You keep a hold of his paw. “Is there somewhere you have to go?” You ask. “Or can you stay and tell me I’m right a bit longer?”

    “Are you inviting me into your chambers?” He asks with a curious expression.

    You nod. “I want to get to know you better. I would hate to deny your proposal with no real basis,” you smirk.

    Gregori follows you into your chambers. You see your luggage has been delivered and that he has left gifts and treats all over the place for you. Gregori sends a maid for something, he whispers so you cannot hear him, but he joins you in the sitting area around the fire.

    He sits beside you on the sofa, and you can feel the warmth radiating off him more than the fire. “What is it you wish to know?” He asks.

    “You said you saw a vision,” you start. “Do you have these visions or does someone have them for you?”

    He smirks and chuckles. “My very old grandmother has them,” he answers. “I have tea with her everyday, and she always tells me what my tea leaves say. Sometimes, she has prophetic dreams. Given that she sleeps most of the day, these happen quite often.”

    You smile up at him. “So your grandmother told you she saw you marrying a White Maiden?”

    “She’s been right about everything else,” Gregori shrugs. “Who was I to doubt her now?”

    You touch his arm and press your palm against it, feeling his hard muscle under his fur and clothes. “And why haven’t you married at all?”

    “To be honest, it never crossed my mind. I was too busy with other matters to even think about taking a bride or groom.”

    You glance up at him. “Or groom?”

    He smiles mischievously at you. “I like warm bodies, why should I let gender hinder my desire?” He pets your cheek, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. 

    Your cheeks feel warm, and you find yourself excited by his touch. “That is very brave of you to admit.”

    “Is it?” He chuckles. “It is only me.”

    “It makes me wonder,” you continue to stroke his arm. “What else does a king like you desire?”

    The door opens then, and the maid returns with a cart. She rolls it over to you and she bows, leaving the room after. Gregori stands, taking one of the cups from the cart and handing it to you. Inside, you see a dark, velvety liquid that smells spicy and luxurious all at once. You take a sip and feel like you’ve drunk an enchanted concoction. 

    “Do you like it?” Gregori asks as he takes his seat beside you, offering a tray of cookies and petit fours before you. “It is my favorite.”

    The hot cocoa envelopes your body, taking you completely. It is creamy and decadent, hints of pepper and cinnamon lingering on the tongue. “This is a miracle!” You coo with awe.

    Gregori has the softest smile on his face. “Your face is angelic,” he touches your cheek with his knuckle. “Drink more so that I may enjoy it longer.”

    You take a petit four from the tray and bite through the thick icing to the mousse-like cake underneath.

    “Father Alexei told me you have an affliction for sweets,” Gregori sips his cocoa and watches you as you enjoy the fantastic buffet of cookies.

    “An affliction puts it lightly,” you answer. “Father Alexei once said if it got any worse he would have to consider an exorcism.”

    Gregori laughs. “He probably did not like me sending you so many treats at the cathedral.”

    “Oh, he hid them,” you explain. “He did not want me getting sick.” You take another long drink of the cocoa and sigh. “This must be a taste of heaven.”

    Gregori’s thumb wipes away a smudge of chocolate from your face and licks it from the dark pad. “It certainly tastes that way, coming from you.”

    You set your cup aside and grab his collar. You tug him down to your level and kiss him. It is your first kiss, but you feel it is the right call. You release him after a moment, a smug smile on your lips. 

    “How was that taste?” You ask.

    Gregori swallows and licks his lips. He looks down at you with a dark look to his eyes. “I would like another taste, just to be sure,” he says. “But I have a feeling that is all I will be getting for now.”

    “You’re very smart,” you lean back into the sofa. 

    You cannot deny you’re growing attraction to Gregori. His wit and strength makes him an already desirable prospect for you. But it is the deeper you delve, the more you realize how much you enjoy him. Meeting with his grandmother, Dinara, you realize how deeply those feelings go.

    His grandmother raised him from when he was very young. Gregori’s parents and two siblings had all been killed in an avalanche. Gregori was an infant and was found near death’s door. It was Dinara who took the throne again as well as nursed Gregori back to health.

    “He was such a weak child,” Dinara tells you one day. “He got sick for no reason. He didn’t start gaining weight until he was well into his teens,” she has the sweetest smile when she talks about him. “But look at him now. Just like his father,” she sighs. “He still gets colds rather easy. You’ll have to keep an eye out that the children won’t be that way.”

    You pinch your brow. “Children?” You ask.

    Dinara chuckles. “Oh yes! Twins, one boy and one girl,” she replies as she stirs her tea.

    You eye her and chuckle. “Yes, but whose?”

    “Yours and Gregori’s!” Dinara slaps your arm. “I know you are not this dense, pretty as you are,” she sighs. “You and Gregori will have children within the year.”

“Within the-” you cover your mouth.

“Stop playing,” Dinara scolds. “I know you two are meant for each other. You’re far too smart not to see it. Gregori is an amazing boy, and you are a powerful woman. You’re both frightening to the outside world.”

“Yes but-” you hesitate.

“The Rakshasa king married such a partner,” she says as she looks into her tea. “They will have twins as well.” She then glances at you. “You and the Rakshasa Queen will be friends very shortly.”

You furrow your brow and look at her. “You need to stop, you’re freaking me out.”

Dinara laughs and pats your leg. “Just some warning, dear.”

That evening, after everything has gotten quiet, you tiptoe across the hall. You open Gregori’s door and peer inside. His fire is a dull glow, and you see him asleep in his bed. You walk inside and crawl into his bed. He stirs slightly, grumbling in his sleep.

He lays naked with the blanket tangled around his legs. He looks much different without his clothes. He’s still strong and large, but there’s a softness to his belly and thighs and looks pleasant.     

“Gregori?” You whisper. “Gregori, darling.”

He growls and grumbles. “Do not torment me,” he huffs. “I cannot take these dreams anymore.”

You smile and kiss him. “It isn’t a dream.”

His eyes open and he sits up in a flash. He looks down at you and glances around his room. “Why are you here?” He moves a pillow over his lap.

“Your grandmother told me several things today,” you reply. “Things that I do not wish to keep waiting on.” You open your robe, revealing you are naked beneath.

Gregori closes his eyes and growls.

“I want you,” you whisper. “I want your love and your crown,” you drop the robe and toss it over the bed. “Gregori,” you whisper needily. “I love you.”

He opens his eyes and looks at you, his expression is soft, and his touch is tender as he holds your face between his palms. “All I desire and need is you,” he whispers before he kisses you. He eases you down onto the bed. His soft fur rubs against your body, and you wrap your arms around him.

“What about a wedding?” He growls. “Shouldn’t we wait for this until then?”

You sigh softly and kiss his neck. “I do not think I can wait,” you whisper. “We can marry in the morning,” you reply. “Just you and me and Father Alexei,” you say. “Right now, I want us to have our own private ceremony.”

Gergori groans as he kisses you, his thick tongue swirls around in your mouth before he kisses down your neck. His kisses trail down your chest and small breasts. He licks your belly and plants his head between your thighs. You gasp and shudder as his cold nose rubs to your slit. You grip to his fur, tugging it gently as his tongue licks at you.

“Be gentle,” you whisper. “This is my first time.”

He sits up, staring at you with wide eyes. “I am your first lover?”

You pout at him. “First kiss too.”

He bites his lip. “This is too good for me,” he moans. “I will have to earn this honor.” He dips back down between your thighs. He strokes your lips and licks and them. His cold nose rubs to your sensitive clit, and you nearly shriek at the sensation. You grow wet and needy, and your breath comes out in heavy puffs. His tongue slips inside you and backs down. He licks your clit and presses a kiss to it, sucking it gently. But it is far from gentle for you. You’re sensitive, and every touch inflames you. Soon, you’re a writhing, rolling mess on his bed.

You’re not sure how or when, but you felt like you were struck by lightning. Your leg kicks and your knees and thighs tremble like leaves on a tree. You gasp and cry out, feeling Gregori’s kisses on your thighs and belly.

“What was that?” You pant as your voice returns to you.

“An orgasm,” he growls. “Surely that was not your first?” He kisses your neck and cheek lovingly.

“Not like that!” You look at him, bewildered and stunned. 

He grins and kisses you, rolling on top of you. His body is warm and soft, and you feel comforted by the weight of him.

“Should I wait to do more?” He asks. “Perhaps we should stop here.”

You shake your head. “I want you now,” you prop yourself up on your elbows. “I want to feel my king inside me.”

He groans, and his lashes flutter. “I want to feel my queen inside me,” he then smirks. “But that is for another day.” He sits up and pins your legs back. You gaze down, seeing his cock and sucking in a sharp breath. It’s pitch black and very thick. It twitches with his pulse, and you see precum oozing from the tip.

“What a sight,” you awe.

“From this point on it belongs only to you.” Gregori rubs it to your folds, and you flinch. You’re still sensitive for tiny bolts of lightning crash through you. You fall back onto the bed gasping for breath already. He rubs the tip inside, slowly penetrating your walls. He growls low, almost sounding angry. You feel him moving inside you, pulling you tight as you take his thick shaft. You nearly howl as he starts to move. He goes slow, savoring every inch of you deep, wet channel. As you grow used to having him inside, he goes faster, harder. He shakes the bed as well as the contents of your body. 

He lowers down, panting into your ear. “I’m going to cum,” he snarls. “Where do you want me?”

You grab hold of him, keeping him close. “Inside me!” You say this mindlessly. “Cum inside me!”

He snarls and growls, and you hear the sheets ripping where he claws at them. You feel a pulse and then a warm, dull throb. You squeal and clench as you’re struck by lightning again. He fills you with a burning heat, snarling and grunting the whole way. His body goes limp, and he lays on top of you. 

You wake in the morning with Gregori’s thick arms around you. You grin to yourself, feeling sore and pleased. You nuzzle to him and kiss him awake. He growls and pins you down onto the bed.

“Let me enjoy this a few minutes longer,” he snarls.    

“You have a lifetime to enjoy it,” you whisper as you kiss him. 

He smirks. “Oh, that’s right.” He nuzzles to your neck and shoulder. “I will have to get Grandmother,” he says. “I want her there at the church with us.”

“Of course,” you purr. 

You’re married that day, and it takes a while for Father Alexei to get through the service, after all, he’s crying the entire time. And Dinara was quite right, not but two months later you were with child. Or well, children. You give birth to twins in the middle of the biggest snowstorm the Great North has ever seen. There is a boy and a girl, so you named them Mila and Nicolai. Gregori is instantly defeated by them, taken down by their chubby legs and rolly polly ways.

Several years later, you and Gregori agree to a meeting with the Rakshasa King. For years, the Rakshasa Court and the Great North have been on a fragile alliance. Decades prior they had been enemies, warring over the jewel mines that rested on their borders. Now, they have come to discuss the recent events, including the conquering centaur, Demir.

Amit is a reliable and powerful man, taller than Gregori but much sleeker. His queen, Mythri, is beautiful with a complexion like your favorite hot chocolate. You had heard of the recent attacks on their kingdom, as well as the attempted kidnapping and murder of her children. She has brought them with her. Amit holds the baby in his arms, while the twins hold Mythri’s hands. They are used to much warmer climates, so all of them are bundled up in thick furs and coats.

You get them inside and before a fire, serving them hot chocolate and spicy treats. The children go crazy for one another. Both sets of twins already seem to be in sync with one another. Amit won’t release the baby, he keeps the little girl firmly in his arms, even as he talks with Gregori.

“I can’t even fathom your rage,” you tell Mythri.

She looks at you with wide eyes. You can tell she is exhausted beyond belief.

“If anyone were ever to touch my children with ill intent I would have them castrated, split, and waved like a flag before my gates,” you tell her with a dark voice.

Mythri looks at the children playing on the floor. “I have never known such fear,” she admits. “And while I cannot stand it, the fear has become a powerful hatred inside me.”

You smile at her and pet her hand. “It is not wrong to feel that way. After all, they came for your children.” You glance at Amit with the baby girl. “I suppose that is partly why you are here.”

Mythri sighs. “So much has happened in such a short amount of time,” she admits. “Our kingdom was attacked, and it brought war to our very gates. We are planning an attack on the Gnolls as we speak.” You then see her hand on her belly.

“It may take a while for the men to understand one another,” you tell her. “After all, there has been bad blood for decades. And Gregori does not fear this Demir. But, I can promise you, from mother to mother, you will have our best knights to take with you to the Gnolls front door.”

“You will?” Mythri gasps.

You nod. “If such a thing were to happen to my family, you could not stop me. As such, I will not be stopped. Anyone who dares to try and harm a child is gutless and worthless in my book,” you touch Mythri’s cheek. “You have my word.”

That evening, after dinner and putting the children to bed, you join Gregori in his study. He is glaring at his journals and maps, but he pushes them aside as you stand beside him.

“Why did you have to promise them allegiance?” He growls.

“Because I am a mother,” you kiss his cheek. “I saw the way you looked at Amit,” you smirk. “Do I need to worry?”

Gregori scoffs. “He is good looking, that is all.”

You kiss him lovingly. “They’re a beautiful family. I like Mythri,” you say. 

Gregori growls. “Why must beautiful faces be my undoing?” He huffs. “You and Amit,” he grumbles. “I fought my urges as hard as I could, but I caved to Amit simply because he is handsome!” He holds his face between his paws. “Am I that weak?”

You chuckle and sit in his lap. “Not at all, darling.” You snuggle up to him. “You know who to trust, it is not simply appearances that do you in. But it is presence. Both Amit and I have a bountiful presence.”

Gregori huffs. “I will blame my softness on you.”

You kiss him. “That’s fine. I will take the credit.”