Face The Darkness | GoT x Night King Reader

Chapter 25

I felt my power weakening as if the Dragon's blood was sucking it out. Daenerys could see the fear in my eyes, the uncertainty as the coldness of the Night King began to give way to something I had not felt in millennia. She leaned in closer, her warm breath ghosting across my cheek. "Do not be afraid," she whispered, her voice a gentle lullaby that soothed the beast within me. "Your power does not come from the cold, it comes from within you. Let the warmth of life fill you and you will find a strength greater than any winter could provide. Together we will create something much stronger than the power of the dead."

The warmth grew, seeping into the very marrow of my bones, replacing the cold that had been my essence for so long. The pain was intense, like a thousand needles piercing my soul, but it was a pain that brought with it a promise of rebirth. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth wash over me, feeling the ancient ice that had made up my very being crack and shatter.

Without a warning, she kissed me, a dominant kiss that didn't leave me a chance of fighting back. It was a warmth that seemed to set my very soul on fire, a warmth that threatened to consume the coldness that had defined me. Her lips moved against mine, a dance of warmth and passion that melted the last remnants of the frozen wasteland within me. I felt the coldness retreat, the warmth of her touch reaching into the darkest corners of my heart, lighting a flame that had long been doused.

Her hand reached down, gripping my erect shaft with a firmness that seemed to defy the delicateness of her touch. She guided me into her with a moan that resonated through the chamber, a sound that was both a declaration of victory and a plea for mercy. The warmth of her embrace was like nothing I had ever felt before, a fiery inferno that burned away the shackles of my icy prison.

Daenerys straddled me, her warmth enveloping me as she began to ride, her hips moving in a rhythm that was as natural as the rising and setting of the sun. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the warmth of her skin gentle compared to the cold armor that had once been my only companion. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the air, a symphony of heat and passion that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the castle walls. "What are you... doing?" I asked weakly, trying to suppress a moan.

Her eyes, filled with a fiery determination, locked onto mine. "I am reminding you of what it means to be alive," she whispered, her voice a warm caress against my ear. "To feel, to love, to burn with the fire of life. And... I am creating something that will be able to destroy Arya's reign."

The intensity of her words matched the rhythm of her hips, setting a pace that seemed to resonate with the very beating of my newly thawed heart. The warmth of her core was unlike anything I had ever known, a fiery warmth that seemed to challenge the very essence of the coldness that had ruled my existence. "What could possibly destroy Arya's reign now?"

Daenerys leaned back, her hands on my chest, her nails digging into the newfound warmth of my skin. "The very thing that can conquer even the coldest of hearts," she murmured, her voice a warm honey that seemed to fill my soul. "Love. Our love will create something that will cause Arya's downfall."

The warmth of her words, her body, and the act of joining with the woman who had once been my enemy was overwhelming. The ice that had held my heart in a vice for centuries was shattering into a million pieces, leaving in its wake a warmth that I had almost forgotten. Our movements grew more frantic, a dance of heat and passion that seemed to melt the very air around us. The blood grew warmer, the crimson hue deepening as we lost ourselves in the moment. "Our child will be the strongest being this world has ever seen. It will end Arya's reign."

Daenerys' eyes searched mine, a warmth in them that was alien yet strangely familiar. "Our child?" I repeated, the words feeling strange in my mouth, yet filled with a warmth that resonated within me. "Yes," she whispered, her breath warm against my neck, "A child born of fire and ice, a living embodiment of the balance we seek."

Her words were a warm caress as I climaxed inside of her, our bodies entwined in a fiery dance of passion. I could feel the warmth of life coalescing within me, a force that had been dormant for so long that it was almost painful to experience. A warmth that was not the cold, empty power of the Night King, but the vibrant, pulsing warmth of the living.

Daenerys' eyes searched my face, a mix of triumph and concern as she felt the power of our union resonate through her own body. "Do not fear," she murmured, her voice a warm breeze in the cold chamber. "This is but the beginning."

I could feel the warmth of life growing within me, a fierce, pulsing flame that seemed to replace the cold emptiness that had been my soul. With a groan, I finished inside her, the intensity of the moment causing the very air to shiver around us. The crimson water of the tub swirled with a new vigor, a silent testament to the strength of our bond. "Yes... give me all you have..." She moaned.

Daenerys leaned her head back, her eyes fluttering closed as she took all of me, her warmth absorbing my coldness. The sensation was indescribable, a merging of opposites that seemed to create a new force entirely. Her nails dug deeper into my chest, her movements becoming more urgent, and I felt her warmth coil around me, drawing out the last of the cold from my being.

With a final gasp, she collapsed against me, her body quivering with the aftershocks of our union. Her warm breath fanned across my neck as she whispered, "It is done."

Daenerys's satisfied smile was the warm sun that melted the last of the eternal winter from my soul. Our bodies remained intertwined, the warmth of our love consuming the coldness of the chamber. I felt the warmth of her smile against my cheek, the promise of a future where the living and the dead could coexist without fear. "What is your plan now?" I asked as I gently stroked her hair.

Her eyes searched mine, filled with a fiery determination that matched the warmth of her touch. "We must prepare for the inevitable," she said, her voice a warm whisper. "Arya will not rest until she has conquered every corner of Westeros. We must show the people that there is another way, a way of balance. But before that, you have to become my King."

Daenerys' words hung in the air like a warm embrace, a promise that seemed to resonate with the newfound warmth within me. "Your King?" I questioned, the title feeling strange on my frozen tongue.

"Yes," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "The Night King is no more. You are now the King of the Living, the one who will bring balance to this world. My people will organize the marriage."

The thought of ruling the living was an unfamiliar concept. I had only ever known the coldness of the undead. Yet, the warmth of Daenerys beside me, the warmth of the life growing within her, filled me with a newfound purpose. "And what of my people?" I asked, thinking of the wights and the White Walkers who had followed me for centuries.

"They betrayed you, they do not matter," she assured me. "For now, we must focus on uniting the houses. Our child will be the ultimate symbol of our alliance, a beacon of hope in a world torn apart by fear and war, its power will subdue all of our enemies."

Her words were a warm balm to my frozen soul. The concept of being loved, of being a part of something greater than just the cold and the darkness was alluring. "But what if Arya... or the others... do not see it that way?"

Daenerys' gaze was unwavering. "Then they will die," she said with a firmness that sent a chill down my spine, despite the warmth that suffused my body. "The cycle of fear and death must be broken. If they stand in the way of peace, they will be removed. Now, my King, let's get to bed and rest."

Her words were a declaration of war, a warmth that had turned to steel. I knew that she would not hesitate to eliminate any threat to our vision of balance. We climbed out of the crimson pool, the blood now tepid and lifeless, the exact opposite to the warmth we shared. She wrapped me in a towel, her touch gentle, yet firm. The warmth of the fabric made me forget about the cold armor I had worn for millennia.

Daenerys led me to her bed, the warmth of her hand in mine a stark contrast to the icy grip of the undead I had once known. The room was lit by the soft glow of candles, the flames dancing on the walls like shadows of the fire that now burned within me. The bed was large, the furs thick and inviting, replacing the memories of the cold stone of my own throne.