The ice queen, p.1
The Ice Queen, page 1
The Land of Chaos:
The Ice Queen
Copyright © 2025
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Patrick Stewart
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Matthew sat in the living room of the two bedroom house he was given when he arrived in the hilltop village. He had just defeated the Baron, Thane. And now he waited for Alara’s visit.
She was the village headwoman.
Or something along those lines. Matthew never really understood the hierarchy but everyone seemed to respect and listen to Alara and she had the biggest house.
She used to report to the Baron, who Matthew had defeated.
The Baron reported to someone known as the Ice Queen. Matthew as going to have to pay her a visit at some point, he imagined. Or did he?
It wasn’t part of his plan to kill the Baron and take over the village. He wasn’t sure if that was what had happened. Was he the new Baron?
He didn’t care for the title or the land that might have come with it. What he wanted was to recover his memories and get off this world. If it were even possible to do that, it would take time.
Matthew didn’t even know where to start. But it was a big world out there. Surely someone would know more about the people falling from the sky, who they were, where they came from, and more importantly, who was throwing them.
But for now, Matthew was much too tired to do anything. The battle had exhausted him. Every fibre in his body ached.
He heard the front door open and a moment later, Alara appeared. She was still wearing the lacy white dress that was translucent. He could see her breasts, her nipples, the slit of her pussy. He could also see the bruises that covered her body.
She stood before him awkwardly.
“Hey,” he nodded at her.
She nodded back, a fixed smile on her lips.
“So, Baron’s dead. What happens now?” Matthew asked.
“You can be the new Baron, subject to the Ice Queen’s approval,” Alara said.
“What if I don’t want to be the new Baron?”
“The Ice Queen will appoint someone else to rule over this village,” Alara said. “I can’t guess what else she would do, but I imagine she might not take too kindly to someone killing her Baron.”
Matthew knew what that meant. The Ice Queen would have him hunted down if he didn’t bend the knee. But if he went to bend the knee, she might not be happy about finding out her Baron was dead. There was a good chance she would try to kill him as soon as he appeared before her.
Matthew sighed. “Do I have a third option?”
“You could flee for one of the big cities but… life would be challenging for three Fallen who know nothing of this world. And you would leave us at the mercy of the Ice Queen’s new Baron...”
There seemed to be no good options.
“What’s this Ice Queen like?”
“I’ve never met her. The Baron described her as a powerful and beautiful woman but…” she stopped, her sentence trailed.
“But?”
“Some of his stories did make her seem… harsh,” Alara said, using care to choose her words.
Matthew sighed once more.
His options sucked.
All he wanted was to remember who he was and why he had been thrown from the sky into this strange world. To do that, he needed to be free to explore this world. Not be tied down to a corner of the world as ruler.
But sometimes life got in the way.
“I have to meet the Ice Queen, don’t I?”
Alara nodded. “But there are a couple of things you need to do before that.”
“Yeah?”
“The Baron’s wolf isn’t aware his owner is dead. We’re not sure how he would react to finding out.”
Matthew frowned. “We have to tell the wolf his owner is dead?” he asked. “How would we even do that? Does the wolf talk?”
It might have seemed like a stupid question to ask. Wolves don’t normally talk. But Matthew had come across a six foot tall ant that spoke.
“The wolf does not talk,” Alara said, her eyes narrowing briefly, she continued, “but it will soon search for its owner.”
“Can’t we just bury his body and let the wolf go?”
“You want to release a two headed wolf the size of a horse without an owner?”
Matthew sighed. “Can you just tell me what I’m supposed to do?”
“You could kill it or… tame it?”
“Tame the two-headed wolf?”
Alara nodded. “My daughter mentioned it reacted well to you.”
“It growled at me and then ignored me,” Matthew said, frowning.
“It sniffed you and then stopped growling was her version.”
That might have been true. Taming the wolf could be helpful. He could do with having something like that by his side in this strange world full of monsters.
“You said a couple of things. What’s the other thing?” Matthew asked.
“I was loyal to the Baron and served him. Now that he is dead, you have to decide what you want to do with me,” Alara said.
Chapter 2
Matthew had a lot on his mind as he stepped out of the house. Layla was waiting for him outside and she joined him as he walked to where Thane’s horse and wolf were resting.
“What did Alara say?” she asked.
Matthew filled her in on his conversation with Alara. His option seemed clear, if not ideal. He needed to be the Baron of this place. The alternative was that it would come under the rule of another that had bent the knee to the Ice Queen who would then have him hunted down.
The Ice Queen.
He wondered if she had chosen that name for herself. It was suitably intimidating.
Matthew wondered how big her kingdom was and how many Barons she had.
“You’re going to be the Baron, right?” Layla asked, concern in her voice, worry in her eyes.
“I’m not going to abandon you,” Matthew said as he took her hand in his.
“Good. Because you’re my husband!”
Husband.
It had been the oddest marriage ever. Matthew had clarified what it meant to be her husband. He was pleased to know the rules weren’t as rigid as his understanding of marriage. Layla was his wife. Kate was his girlfriend.
Fuck me. What have I got myself into, he wondered.
He still had that burning desire within him to find out who he was and where he came from. But that would have to wait. For now, he needed to deal with the wolf, the Ice Queen and Alara.
In Thane’s absence, the elf was the de facto ruler. She had been loyal to the Baron despite his harsh ways. Before she left, Alara asked him to decide on what he should do with her.
She gave him options, which was great.
The options themselves, not so much.
He could kill her. It would be appropriate as she was loyal to the Baron and had told him everything she knew about Matthew to prepare him for their duel. On the flip side, she had given away very little of Thane’s secrets.
She had made no mention of the fact the Baron was incredibly speedy.
His second option was to banish her. Life would be harsh out there for an elf like her. She could not return to her homeland. They would not accept her as she had submitted to a human, even if that human was super powered and potentially a demi-god.
And the final option was for him to take her as his. She would submit to him the same way she had submitted to the Baron. A ceremony would be performed wherein her body would be his to take.
The last option seemed most appropriate. He couldn’t kill her. That just wasn’t his style. He couldn’t banish her. It seemed like life out there was cruel. And banishing her could also lead to Alena leaving with her mother.
But Matthew didn’t want her to submit to him. He wanted fewer attachments to this world. He already had a wife and a girlfriend.
As they walked along the stone path, Matthew became aware of how quiet it was. There were no children running around, nor were there any adults heading to or back from the fields and orchards.
There wasn’t a single person about.
“Where is everyone?” Matthew asked.
“They’re in hiding. I think th ey're scared as they don’t know what to expect from their new leader,” Layla said.
Sensible, Matthew supposed.
They left behind the houses and turned into the path that led to the field with the stable. Alena and Kate rested against the stable door, their eyes on the wolf and the horse.
Upon seeing him, Kate waved at him. Layla strolled off to pat the horse as it grazed. Alena rushed over to hug him tightly.
“You won,” she said.
“I did,” Matthew replied. “How’s the wolf?”
“He’s okay for now. I went hunting early in the morning to get him food. He’s content. But he's going to start wondering where his master is sooner or later.”
The wolf rested on the grass with its legs tucked in, its two heads lazily chewed on the carcass before it. It would not be long before it tired of eating and went looking for its master.
“Any suggestions on what I should do?”
“You could try to kill it, but that might be hard,” Alena said wistfully.
“Your mother said I could banish it. How do I do that without it trying to rip my head off?”
“Shoo it away gently?” Alena shrugged. “What else did my mother say?”
Matthew turned to look at her. Alena was twiddling her thumbs, her gaze on the grass, her cheeks had a twinge of red.
“She wanted to know what I should do to her,” Matthew said.
“Have you decided?” Alena asked, her voice low.
“I can’t kill or banish her. The only other option she gave me was… to take her in my services.”
“Will you do that?”
“It seems to be my only option,” Matthew said.
“But you hesitate,” Alena said, now watching him carefully.
Matthew told her what he wanted to do. He wanted to find out who he was and where he came from. His best chance of doing that was to explore the world and seek its secrets. Someone out there must know more about the Fallen. But he couldn’t do all of that if he was stuck here in this village.
“You’re in a bit of a pickle,” Alena said with a smile. “I know now is not the time, but we should talk about me at some point,” she added shyly.
“About you?”
“There are things you need to know about elves, Matthew. We need to choose our soul mates.”
* * *
What a fucking day.
Matthew’s list of things that needed doing just seemed to increase. Elves needed to choose a soul mate? The only reason she would tell him that was if she needed something from him. But what could he give?
She obviously couldn’t return to the elven homeland Alara had briefly spoken about and pick a guy. Because if it were that simple, she wouldn’t have needed to speak to him about it. She could have just gone.
Luckily, the conversation did not progress any further as Layla and Kate joined him. Alena suddenly became silent.
Matthew, Kate and Layla left Alena to watch the wolf and horse and headed towards the village gazebo where he had battled Thane the night before. The place was empty. A table was tilted on its side with chairs strewn around it.
Thane’s body lay on the ground still dressed in his black battle armour. His head was a few feet in front of his neck. It rested upright. Thane’s head seemed to stare at him. Matthew was sure the eyes moved.
Slightly concerned, he ran up to it and kicked it, sending it flying into the air like a football.
“Why did you do that?” Layla asked, frowning. “He’s dead.”
“Just wanted to be sure,” Matthew said with a shudder.
He looked around at the mess. Just a day ago, before the Baron’s arrival, this place had a buzz to it. The village as a community worked well together. People had full stomachs and jobs to do. Kids ran around happy and carefree.
He felt a responsibility to get things going again.
He was going to have to be the Baron and announce it to the villagers. “I’m going to see Alara,” he said.
“What should we do with the body?” Kate asked.
“Move it somewhere safe. We can burn or bury it later.”
* * *
Alara was still wearing the same dress. Lacy, white, see-through. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she hadn’t slept for ever. Matthew had seen her only a few hours ago, but back then, he hadn’t noticed any of those details.
Understandable. He was exhausted. Still is exhausted.
Alara invited him in and stood by the doorframe to her living room as Matthew took a seat.
“Have you made a decision?” she asked.
“I don’t have much choice but to be the Baron, do I?” he grumbled. “How do I get the word out to the villagers? They had a nice thing going here. I want them to continue with their lives as normal.”
“I will make that happen,” Alara said. “What have you decided to do with me?”
“I don’t want to kill you. I don’t want to banish you,” Matthew sighed. “I guess it is the third option?”
“You will have my loyalty,” Alara said softly.
“Sure,” Matthew said reluctantly.
“We must complete the ceremony. I will wash now,” Alara said.
She disappeared down the corridor.
Matthew knew few details of the ceremony aside from what Alara had said. Her body would be his to take. He had a vague idea of what that would entail. Did he want to do it now? He was tired and hungry. There were too many other things on his mind.
The ceremony would have to wait, Matthew decided.
He climbed to his feet and headed down the corridor towards the washroom. He opened the door and walked in.
Alara lay in the tub full of water, foam floated at the top. Seeing him, she climbed to her feet and stepped out. The water rushed down her naked body leaving her skin radiant.
“Shall we begin?” she asked as she spread her legs some.
If Matthew hadn’t been in the mood before, he certainly was now.
“What uhh… what do I need to do?” Matthew asked.
“You must take my body,” Alara said, “by taking my holes. First my mouth, then my ass, then my pussy…”
Alara walked towards him, her breasts bounced slowly, her nipples erect. She dropped to her knees by his feet. Her hands reached for his waist. With care, she pulled his trousers down.
Matthew’s cock was erect.
Alara took it in her hand and rubbed it gently before she brought her lips close and kissed it. Her eyes closed as she took it in her mouth. He stared down at her as she sucked his cock. The view was a delight. Her large breasts, the curves of her hips, the slit between her legs only partially visible.
He reached for her head and stroked her hair as she sucked on his cock, her face serene, she seemed at peace. It wasn’t long before Matthew shot his load in her mouth and down her throat.
Alara did not gag even the slightest. She swallowed his load and continued to suck his cock, draining it of every last seed.
When she was done, she opened her eyes and climbed to her feet. She took his hand and led him out of the washroom and into her bedroom.
“You must rest until you are ready for the second stage,” Alara said.
“Wait… what?” Matthew asked, realisation suddenly hitting him. “Are you expecting me to cum in your ass and pussy next?”
“Yes,” Alara said as she led him to the bed and placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him onto it.
Matthew sat on the bed and stared up at her. “That could take a while.”
“I will wait here until you are ready.”
“Does it have to happen in one go?” Matthew asked. “Can we schedule round two for tonight?”
“We can, but… we should do it sooner rather than later. I have important information to tell you,” Alara said.
“And you can’t tell me until the ceremony is over?” he asked sceptically.
“That is correct,” Alara nodded. “It is information that I should share only with whom I am loyal too.”
“What’s the information?” Matthew asked.
“I will tell you once the ceremony is complete,” Alara said with a smile.
Matthew wondered if there really was important information to share. He was sure she had some information. It would be stupid to start their new relationship with a lie. The question was, how important could this news be? It’s not like she knew his origins.
