Chapter Eight, A Night to Never Forget

Previously on Queen of Fire and Ice:

As she was from a higher-ranking House, the cloak was still made of black material with the red three headed dragon, but the emblems of Stark and Velayron could still be seen in the light blue-grey inner lining of the cloak and the clear Sigil of a howling grey Dire wolf signalling House Stark on the left side and on the right side of the lining the blue-grey blended into a sea-blue material with the cloak's clasp that of a silver seahorse.
"Now repeat after me." Ned commanded.

"I am yours and you are mine! From this day until our last! If we should stray, let both the Old Gods and the Gods of Old Valyria strike us down!" As they finished, Mortem passed over a fine blade made of Dragonglass to Visenya who gently cut Laenar and Robb's bottom lip before the young men each took turns cutting each other's palms. Catelyn stood in horror but was quickly pulled back down into her seat with a warning look from Benjen, as Marros made a show of unsheathing his sword in Catelyn's direction ready to protect his best friend and Queen at all costs.

Once completed, Visenya slips the blade into a holder hidden in her garter and shares a kiss with Robb then Laenar finishing their vows as they hold her hand mingling their blood with her. Once Visenya and Laenar pull apart, Robb rubs a mark upon their foreheads, before pulling Visenya into a blinding, breathtaking kiss, signalling the end of the ceremony between Houses Stark and Targaryen; and when they parted Visenya barely got a moment to catch her breath before Laenar was pulling her into his arms for an equally blinding and breathtaking kiss finishing the ceremony between Houses Targaryen and Velayron.

That was another factor that had endeared Robb to not only Visenya but Laenar and their families too, when he came to Visenya and Laenar after he had trained Rylen, Bran, Arya and Rickon (to his mother's ire. Not that he cared as the North was quickly going back to how it was and letting girls and women fight) and had asked them what the wedding custom was for their Houses and families as they follow the Gods of Old Valyria. After their small conversation where Visenya had explained everything to her soon-to-be-husband, Robb had declared that he will add their custom into their wedding as they were marrying in the Gods' Wood to the Old Gods, before he hurried off to speak to his father.

"I give you, your married triad!" Ned declared happily, pulling Visenya from her thoughts to a round of cheers and shouts of congratulations as both Laenar and Robb were making her skin heated where they rubbed teasing circles on the small of her back; she knew the minute they returned to their new and larger chambers that there would be no sleeping for them but especially her.
"I can't wait until we return to our new chambers, and I finally get to have you, my Queen." Robb whispered huskily like a starved wolf as he kissed beneath her ear making her shiver.

"Oh I agree! It is definitely going to be a long night for you, my dragon." Laenar agreed huskily, lust and love shone in his sea-green eyes while lust and growing affection shone in Robb's blue-grey eyes.
Their words hidden by the loud shouts and celebrations that reverberated around the woods as her four babies joined in roaring their celebration as they let out quick short snorts of fire as they flew in circles above them, which gave Visenya some time to centre herself as she closed her amethyst eyes and took a deep calming breath as she felt herself grow wet; however, time wasn't on her side as a little excited shout of her name pulled her from centring herself.

"Mama! Dada! Papa!" Rylen cried excitedly as he ran over to them, shocking those who heard at his quick acceptance of Robb but that was just how he was, much like he had been when Laenar was dating his mother in Dorne which seemed like a lifetime ago now. Giggles tumbled from Rylen's lips as Robb scooped him up and threw him up above his head a little before swiftly catching him and repeated the process when more and louder giggles tumbled past his lips.

"Are we going to be a family now? Con-grat-u-lations." Rylen cheered, stumbling over the word as he sounded it out. The married triad shared a look speaking without words before small smiles that quickly widened slipped onto their lips. Their cuts now healed thanks to Visenya's magic.
"Of course baby." Visenya agreed, brushing Rylen's hair out of his eyes.
"How about we head to the Great Hall and get us all something to eat?" Robb asked, smiling as Rylen cheered happily eager for some food as he settled his head on Robb's broad shoulder, a contented sigh leaving his lips.

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Chapter Eight, A Night to Never Forget

Laenar and Robb had soft smiles upon their faces as they watched Visenya dance with Rylen, a few of her cousins: Thanatos, Nymeria and Tysene, and even Arya – to the shock of her family. The wedding feast had been going on for hours, it was a large celebration and a huge boon for both the North and Dorne and was finally winding down. However, there were some that still protested this triple union greatly; Catelyn Stark. She had sat beside Ned Stark with a face like thunder all evening, especially when Jon – now called Jon Stark – had joined them. She refused to interact with either Prince Oberyn and Prince Doran, Ellaria Sand and her children with Oberyn and his eldest Obara. Neither did she interact with Laenar's parents Lord Vanar and Lady Gissale Velayron. Instead she spent her time split between glaring at Visenya or looking down on all the bastards in attendance.

"You do know that there is a very high chance that the first child she bears will not be our son's, right?" Catelyn hissed venomously to her husband.
Robb, who was sitting rather close by, couldn't help but frown at his mother's words. He didn't care that she had a relationship with Laenar since they were Three-and-Ten, that didn't matter now as they were both married to her, they were her King Consorts and now on an even keel with each other. With their marriage, Robb had raised not only the standing of his family but also the North as a whole. So he couldn't understand why his mother was determined to undo that.

Undo all the effort he had made to prove that he and his siblings weren't like their aunt (or mother in Jon's case), their mother, and even their father as no matter how noble he was he still participated in the war that cost his wife her mother, younger brother, her aunt and uncle, her grandmother and her older twin sister leaving a void within her.
"She wanted a malleable wife for you, Robb." Jon muttered, seating himself in Visenya's vacated seat, sipping at the ale in his hands.

"So she can still control the North." Laenar muttered, taking his eyes off of Visenya who was sending a teasing wink to him – and even Robb on occasion – to stare up towards the middle of the table where his parents, Ellaria and Oberyn were looking at Catelyn in anger.
"Yes." Jon agreed, an angered glint appeared in Robb's eyes causing his blue-grey eyes to resemble shards of ice.

"That's not going to happen. Ever!" Robb insisted, he stood forcing his chair back with such a force that he attracted the attention of those close by. "Mother! Stop!" He said forcefully, Catelyn's eyes widened for a moment before anger took over the shock.
"ROBB!! DO NOT –"
"NO!" Robb interrupted forcefully. "This is our wedding day, and you are trying to ruin it! I will not stand for that!

All you are doing is angering everyone because you didn't get your own way! Listen closely when I tell you: I will never have a wife you can malleable and manipulate so you can remain in power over the North! What my father and I have put into place will be staying, and when I take over, Visenya, Laenar and I will continue to work towards raising the North, Dorne and Driftmark to the highest standards we can. Which includes all of the proclamations we have already put into place, so we are on an even keel with Dorne and Driftmark."

The Great Hall was silent after Robb's announcement, not even the music was playing. Many looked at Robb with pride – especially his Bannermen who had hated what Ned had changed within the North at Catelyn's behest and were proud that their new Lord (or King Consort, rather) was implementing the rule that EVERYONE in the North had to learn how to defend themselves in not only hand-to-hand combat but also at least ONE weapon. They could easily see that Robb with Laenar and Visenya beside him will be a better ruler than they had seen for an age. Not to mention that they had FOUR dragons under their rule, so no one would dare think to challenge the North again. But there were some who looked at Robb in anger.

"With that I think it's time for the Bedding Ceremony." Lord Roose Bolton announced, a sick look in his eyes as he stared at Visenya, approaching her with a few other Lords only to pause when a dark glare stole across her beautiful face and the dagger that had been previously hidden in the garter on her thigh was now in her hand, another one pushing her son behind her back. While several of her family – including her distant cousin Mortem who glared at them all with his black eyes that looked like two Black Holes – drew their weapons on the Lords. Even Arya had managed to find a weapon which she wielded in the direction of her bannermen to Robb's and Jon's confusion as they had no idea where she got the little dagger.

"If one hand touches I will cut off your tiny cocks and make you eat it!" Visenya hissed, her amethyst eyes glowing otherworldly, her magic reacting to emotions and the threat around her.
"You should be used to it, girly. You are Dornish after all. And we all know that a Dornish woman is always-" Roose Bolton was suddenly cut off when Marros punched him square in the jaw, knocking him to the floor from the force of it before he pointed his sword at the despicable man's neck. While Arthur, Obara, Sal and even Larence Snow of House Hornwood dealt with the other four men.

"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Laenar and Robb shouted. "SHE IS YOUR QUEEN AND SHE DESERVES YOUR RESPECT!!!" The pair took a deep, calming breath before they really lost their temper, and it would not be pretty.
"There will be no Bedding Ceremony!" Laenar informed the Hall. "Any who try to undress our wife, your Queen or myself and Robb will face severe consequences. There are young children within this Hall, our own included!"

"They do not need to see you molest their mother or Queen. Women are not objects and if you cannot learn that simple fact then maybe there is no place for you here!" Robb finished. With their peace said, Visenya with Rylen on her hip, left the Great Hall heading for the chambers that Rylen would use as his own from now on.

Despite it being their wedding night, neither Laenar nor Robb would ever trade in the moments with Rylen. Which was why they were more than happy to sit at the end of the bed as Visenya sat at the top of the bed with her son curled into her as she told him his favourite story: Daenys the Dreamer. Which had been her and her twin's favourite story, Lassa often pondered if that was why it was Rylen's favourite as she had to admit – proudly so – that Visenya was really good with him and Rylen was very attached to her. Plus, this was a regular sight for Laenar: sitting at the end of Rylen's bed as Visenya told him that particular story before they retired to bed together after checking on the dragons was a regular sight that eased something deep inside the trio from Dorne.

"Goodnight darling. Avy jorraelan. (I love you in Valyrian)." Visenya whispered, kissing Rylen's forehead, smoothing hair from his eyes as she tucked her slumbering ion into bed. The trio crept quietly from the room, so they didn't wake the three-year-old, but the minute they reached a corridor down from Rylen's room, Robb pinned Visenya pinned to the warm walls kissing her passionately while Laenar kissed the other side of her neck and seductively ran his fingers slowly up and down her sides, creeping his fingers towards her inner thighs.

Moans and whines left Visenya's lips as the flames of love, adoration and lust rose within all three of them.
"I love seeing such a strong woman melt at our touch." Robb whispered huskily into her ear, sounding much like a wolf about to devour its prey.
"Oh this is nothing." Laenar groaned, nipping at neck.

"A-are you sure you both can handle the fire." She said in a sultry voice, after gathering herself, making both men who stood before her, gulp. A smirk immediately came to her red painted lips, as she kissed them one after the other, nipping their bottom lips as she pressed herself against them sliding her hand down their front until she cupped their penis that stood to attention in their tight trousers.
After a few minutes making out with Laenar then with Robb, she pulled away with a quick peck to both of their lips.

"Maybe we should take this to our new bedchamber?" Robb asked, whispering into her ear as his hand mapped every inch of her body, learning what she liked and didn't like. If he had asked Laenar what Visenya – their wife – liked, what she enjoyed, and what turned her to putty in their hands; well that was between them. Smirks appeared on both Laenar and Robb's lips as they felt Visenya shiver against them as they kissed the sweet spot on either side of her neck; only for Visenya to pull away and Laenar to groan as he just knew what was going to come out of her mouth confusing Robb.
"I think I should go and check on my four other babies." Visenya declared, pulling her dress up a little as her husbands had moved it in their make out session.

"I just knew you were going to say that!" Laenar groaned, throwing his head against the wall.
"Really? Now?" Robb asked incredulously, subtly trying to adjust himself. "Minx!" He groaned in complaint when all she did was wink at them walking off towards the farm her dragons were housed on.
"I told you." Laenar pointed out as the pair hurried off after their wife. After Visenya had checked on her four dragons, spending half an hour to feed, talk to and groom her dragons, the newly married couple finally journeyed back into Winterfell, but it took longer than they thought it would due to Visenya teasing her husbands.

At one point, in an alcove not far from their new bedchambers, Robb had pulled Visenya into it as he had reached his limit. Sensually running his hand up her inner thigh under the wedding dress to her centre only to find she wasn't wearing anything beneath but that she was also dripping wet.
"My sexy queen, you're dripping for me." Robb purred into her left ear.
"Let me feel." Laenar requested, sliding his fingers up until he reached her centre, finding out she was just as wet as Robb said, while Robb played with her clit pulling loud moans from their wife.

"Bet you're so horny you'd ride either of us now if you could. Here in this hall." Laenar purred sultry in her right ear, kissing Visenya's sweet spot on the right side of her neck, as Robb rubbed her clit, he slipped a finger into her tight, hot wet centre.
"Lae! Robb! I want you, both of you. Please Lae! Please Robb!" Visenya moaned, moving her hips against their hands, her moans and movements hidden by the darkness of the hall near their chambers.

Visenya just wanted them to go back so they could fuck her. She couldn't help but to close her eyes biting her lip against the moans wanting to escape from Laenar's fingers thrusting inside her and Robb's thumb rubbing harsh circles on her clit before abruptly changing it to pinching; the thoughts swirling within her brain of first Laenar taking her against the door of their bedchamber, Robb taking her bent over the sofa, then Laenar taking her on the table, in the hall, against the bedroom wall, on the bed and in the bathtub.
"Nope you need to be punished for teasing us all day, our sexy minx." Laenar whispered huskily into her ear, now rolling her clit in between his pointer and thumb.

"Just wait till we get back in our bedchamber." Robb whispered huskily in her ear, now suddenly thrusting two fingers harshly inside of her that almost made her scream in ecstasy. He was making her feel just as good as Laenar had ever made her feel so good, and she simply couldn't get enough of it. Or enough of them. When she could take no more, when she was literally throbbing for them and almost sobbing with need. Visenya abruptly stood up straight moaning at the loss of their fingers as they licked their fingers clean, grabbing their hands and the trio quickly left heading towards their room. None of them will be getting much sleep tonight.

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