The Ice Queen "The New World" - Ch. 29 (Patreon)

Neytiri

It’s very different seeing this world like this. The pictures don’t do it justice. The people clamor in the overcrowded streets, the noise pollution is unlike anything I’ve ever heard, and the buildings stretch taller than any castle I’ve seen. If what Cassian pointed out on our way in is truly the stretch of this “city”, the world has truly expanded outside of our own. I now see why Cassian thinks it’s so dangerous for us.

Cassian’s hand gently close around my shoulders, slipping the heavy coat from my shoulders. I turn away from the window just in time to see him tossing it on the nearest chair. I hate that thing. It’s hot and heavy and makes it very difficult for me to move my arms. You can tell the world has moved away from the air of war. No one would ever battle in such uncomfortable clothing. Unfortunately, I must wear that coat in the coming days to blend in with humans.

I shift my gaze back to the balcony that overlooks the city. We’re staying on the top floor of one of the taller buildings in the city, allowing me to overlook everything below. I chuckle bitterly as I take in the surrounding buildings. Humans have closed themselves in on one another without a care about how they are affecting their planet or each other. They have no idea of the world that once existed.

“How are you feeling?”

Cassian’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. He steps around me, taking a seat on one of the cushions that overlook the balcony. He has a glass in his hands, taking a sip as he watches me. Part of me hates how at ease he is in this strange world, but the another part of me understands that it is necessary. He raises a brow forcing me to realize I still haven’t answered him.

My fingers involuntarily drift to the necklace around my throat.

“They’ve taken over.”

The humans below won’t even take a moment to acknowledge one another as they drift by with their heads down. It’s strange. I find myself once again looking at the architecture. While it is impressive, it is nothing like what the ancients created. Our ways of life were rooted into our homes. Everything about this world is foreign and impersonal. Cassian’s childhood home was in the floating mountains that no longer exist. And mine was a crystallized wonderland in the heart of the mountains which has now been overrun by them as well.

"Do you ever get jealous?” I ask as my eye catches a plane flying by overhead.

“Jealous?” he asks.

“Of planes,” I clarify pointing to the giant machine blasting pollutants through the sky. Cassian’s form easily dwarfs the large machine that helps humans travel faster.

Cassian laughs, rising from his seat. He comes to stand next to me, studying the plane. A small frown forms on his lips as his dark gaze follows the plane’s trajectory.

“Why would I be jealous of a lifeless machine?” he asks.

I gently place my hand along his back. Although the question sounds silly aloud, we both know why he would be jealous of this machine. It roams the sky, free of fear, traveling around the world. A world the Dragonborn once owned and now they cannot even properly roam through it for fear of being attacked.

I release a breath laying my head against Cassian’s shoulder. I feel his heat as if it were my own.

“How would you do it? How would you take it all back?” I ask.

Cassian turns to face me, a small grin on his lips as he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me in close. He tilts his head, raising a brow as he does so.

“Are you asking for a war, my queen?”

I release a bitter sigh.

“I wouldn’t be so cruel as to wish war upon them. At least with us.”

Cassian chuckles.

“Even if they deserve it? They fight wars among themselves, squabbling over the strangest things.”

I scoff.

“We fought wars among ourselves,” I point out.

“True, but our wars were for far greater causes. I’m sure your father told you of the great war?” he asks.

I shake my head. My father shielded me my entire life.

Cassian slowly moves away from the window and sits on the couch, pulling me down with him so that I am nestled atop his lap.

“The Great War was a war started by the Ikniri. Your people have always had a problem with authority, or rather, succumbing to society,” he chuckles pulling me in tighter.

“It is part of our culture, that the Ancients were placed here to protect the elements and guide the people. It is no mystery that of the ancients, the Ikniri were revered as blessings from the mountains for mortals. You were the only ones that physically interacted with humans and helped them. So when your people turned the humans against us and began war, it was a shock. It was a bloodbath as well. My great-great-grandfather lost his brothers during that war. He had no idea the Ikniri were just as powerful as we were. It wasn’t until my father’s reign that peace was founded. He clung to that peace, creating a treaty with dire consequences should it be broken. Consequences that would affect the things we held most dear; our loved ones.”

His words make me think of the night my family got into an argument. It was because the terms of the treaty were broken, and my father was going to honor them. I was the consequence. And it was my brother who refused.

“My point is, our wars have consequences. Unlike humans, we care about the people we send off into battle. And unless it is absolutely necessary, we will explore the options. We don’t send our own into battle to die without us by their side. We fight alongside them risking everything they risk, and more in the aftermath. That is the difference between our wars and the humans.”

Silence washes over us as I mull over his words.

“Just say the word, Neytiri. And I will take the world and give it to you and our people. I will pull us out of hiding. Just give me the word.”

I smile, looking at Cassian. His deep gaze is intense as he looks up at me, his gaze searching mine. I gently place my hands along his jaw.

“You would do that because I asked?”

Cassian’s fingers thread through my hair pulling me inches from his lips.

“You are my Queen. You rule my people as I rule yours. I can feel you through our oath, I know how much this world pains you. If you want me to bring them out of hiding, I will give that to you. I will give you anything.”

Cassian watches me in the silence, and when he’s satisfied with himself, he presses his lips to mine. His kiss is soft, the heat from his skin pouring into my own. His hand grips my jaw, deepening the kiss as he dips his tongue into my mouth. A soft moan escapes me and that’s all he needs to hear. He leans forward laying my back gently against the couch as he pulls at my clothing.

I chuckle softly against his lips when he resorts to tearing it away from my skin. A shuddering moan escapes me as he places a trail of scorching kisses down my throat, settling at the base where his tongue darts out, laving at my flesh. Chills of pleasure form along my skin, settling in my sex as my arousal slowly courses through me, my body instantly aching for his touch. I release another pleasurable gasp as he places his fingers between my legs, touching me in the perfect spot to coax me into release.

“Wait.”

I press my hands against his chest pushing him away. His expression meets mine filled with concern that is replaced with shock as I rise up from the couch, settling between his legs. I can't fight my smile as I unbutton his pants, releasing him. He’s already hard, his cock at full mast. I rise up on my knees, grabbing him in my hands. He hisses drawing my attention and I immediately look up scared that I’ve hurt him. But he’s watching me with a dark and heavy expression, lust clouding his eyes.

I slowly lean forward, taking him in my mouth. His guttural groan fills the room as he leans back, his face tilting toward the ceiling. I have to fight the smile threatening to form. I keep sucking, opening my mouth to take him deeper. His soft moans and shudders spurn me on, my innermost vixen pleased with the effect and power I currently hold. Though it doesn’t last long.

In an instant he pulls me up from my knees, hoisting me up around his waist as he thrusts inside of me. I gasp aloud, my legs wrapping around his waist as he finds the window we were once looking out of, placing my back against it. The chill feels wonderful against my skin as he thrusts into me once again.

He continues his rhythm, his lips finding mine. I’m shocked when he bites on my bottom lip, but the pain only increases my pleasure. I have to pull away from him, tilting my head back as my cries fill the room. I can’t stop myself or control myself. It’s all instinctual. My orgasm hits me hard, my nails raking over his back as pleasure courses through me. I can feel the thick convulsions that bring Cassian to his release as well. He shudders, dropping his head into my shoulder as he spills his release inside of me.

* * * * *

I can’t take my eyes off her. The woman. She’s on the front of a magazine, her hair cropped. Her skin is a shade darker than mine, but unlike my people, her hair is dark as are her eyes. Her features are stunning, standing out on her face as the shining jewel seeing as she cut her hair. The longer I stare at her, the more confused I feel about this new world. Cassian mentioned it briefly but stated the people of this world that look like me do not share my features.

I look into the mirror, holding the woman up next to me. My eyes shine, like the jewel around my neck, my hair, lashes, and brows the color of the snow. And if that weren’t enough, what humans refer to as “tattoos” cover my skin, the color matching my hair.

“I have to leave now to prepare for the press conference. But if you want to do something tonight, I can-”

Cassian trails off as he steps out of the bathroom. He’s watching me in the mirror, his naked body releasing steam from water evaporating against his scorching skin. Cassian takes notice of my expression, quirking his brow.

“Actually, I can do it later. Would you like to explore the city with me?”

An hour later, Cassian and I are walking out of the front lobby when a man stops us. He’s wearing a suit similar to the ones Cassian wears, but I can tell by his scent and the sound of his heart beating that he is human. He smiles, holding his hand out to Cassian to shake as he speaks.

“Mr. Varus, it is a pleasure to have you back with us. I trust you are pleased with your suite?”

Cassian nods, releasing the man’s hand.

“Yes, David pristine as always thank you.”

Cassian’s voice is stern and cold as he speaks to the man. I haven’t missed this version of Cassian. David’s gaze shifts to me, his eyes widening as he takes me in.

“And who might your lovely guest be Mr. Varus?”

David holds his hand out to me as he speaks but Cassian is quick to intercept it, pushing it away.

“This is my wife, Neytiri. She decided to accompany me on this trip.”

David doesn’t attempt to hide his shock now.

“Mr. Varus, I had no idea you had gotten married we would have sent you a gift-”

“As you know I like my privacy. No one knows. I don’t like my life being made into a spectacle so I hope I can count on your discretion.”

David immediately closes his mouth, bending slightly. He’s subconsciously submitting to Cassian’s will.

“Of course, Mr. Varus. Congratulations again, I will leave you to your evening.”

Cassian doesn’t respond as he makes his way to the exit with me holding onto his arm. We decide to walk which I don’t mind. It gives me a chance to take in the buildings and people from a different angle. It also helps that Cassian keeps his arm looped around my waist, holding me close.

For me, the weather is perfect. The snow falls at a rapid rate and there’s a bite in the air. Unfortunately, the coat keeps me from being able to enjoy the weather properly. As we walk, the gazes become more prominent to me. Some in shock, and others in disdain. The tattoos on our skin are something our cultures take pride in. It symbolizes our maturity and power, forming on our skin as a result. Due to my heightened senses, I can hear the whispers of contempt from the markings circling Cassian and my faces. I hear it all as they attempt to quietly whisper. And maybe it would be quiet if I weren’t an Ikniri.

These are the same whispers I dealt with in my village, and in Cassian’s castle among the kingdom. They make me angry.

“Neytiri.”

Cassian’s voice is soft but pulls me out of my thoughts. Concern laces his features.

“You’re angry.”

I shake my head.

“I am not.”

He chuckles, stopping our walk. He gently grabs ahold of my hand, rubbing his thumb over the leather gloves I wear. His gaze meets mine behind the dark sunglasses covering his natural eyes.

“I can feel you, love. We share a blood oath.”

He brings my hand to his lips placing a soft kiss along my knuckles.

“I know exactly what you are feeling. It’s loud.”

I release an irritated sigh looking around.

“It feels like I’m back in that godforsaken forest. Where being me, the Ikniri, was a horrible thing.”

My gaze meets Cassian’s.

“I don’t like this world.”

Cassian searches my face, his features unreadable. He finally takes a deep breath, pulling my sunglasses away from my face. He also pulls his off as he makes his way to the nearest trash can, tossing them inside. When he comes back to me, he pulls my gloves off of my hands, placing them in his pockets. The chill of the air seeps into my skin and I close my eyes for a moment, reveling in the feeling. When I open my eyes he is watching me with a soft grin.

“Better?”

I slowly nod as he reaches for my face, his thumb running gently along my cheek.

“You are a Queen. I told you never to forget that.”