A/N:-
Light bondage
F/M
Slight unwillingness
Glistening with sweat, the matron of the Winter's Claw reined up in the stables of the Institute of War. Her battle in the Rift had been a hard one, and the bitterness of defeat still lingered heavy in her mouth. Tomorrow would bring victory.
Unlike most matches, Sejuani wasn't returned home to the Freljord when the day was done. Instead, she found herself and her companion transported to the Institute. It wasn't unheard of. Champions were often called to gather when the powers that be decided to change the rules of the League, or sometimes even just to commemorate great events such as Urf Day or the Harrowing.
Golden bales of hay lay stacked in neat cubes in the corner of the stable. With one hand, Sejuani tore off the topmost brick and spread it out before Bristle. The great boar slammed his snout into the pile, greedily consuming the offering laid down by his master. Bristle grunted in appreciation as the Winter's Wrath ran her fingers through his wiry mane.
"You did good today, Bristle," she whispered, her voice husky. "Soon you'll feast on the remains of those who oppose us... Soon." An image flickered in her mind for a brief moment. A lithe young girl with a bow of ice and a heart not meant for the Freljord.
Ashe.
That pathetic harlot wasn't fit to rule. Marrying herself off to Tryndamere like a fat sow being sold at the market. It made Sejuani's blood boil just to think about it. Her teeth ground together as she ripped into another bale of hay for Bristle. The only solace Sejuani found was in the thought that, soon enough, she would wrench the crown from Ashe's pretty little head and rule the Freljord herself with an iron will and a heart of ice.
She laughed. The Frost Archer and the Barbarian King hadn't even whelped a child to succeed them. Their obvious distaste for one another was sweet.
"Such is the way with political marriage," she said, to nobody in particular. "No spark. No lust. No heir." She paused a moment and chewed the air. Something had just dawned on her. "I have no heir."
The words tasted foul. Each winter that passed only meant she was growing older. The Winter's Wrath had been so caught up in the battle for the Freljord, she hadn't even had chance to think about bearing a child. Besides, there wasn't a man in the Winter's Claw tribe strong enough to father her child. Fine warriors though they all were, Sejuani needed something that was a cut above. She needed a champion.
Tryndamere is a wonderful specimen of course. The thought lingered in her head for a moment. She spat on the floor. The coward had aligned himself with that whore Ashe. He wasn't fit for purpose anymore, though it would be nice to see that Avarason slut's face when she found out her husband had defected. She vented a frustrated sigh as she opened up a final bale of hay for her prized boar. Then she heard it.
Footfalls. Voices. New arrivals at the Institute of War. In a flash, she leapt onto Bristle's back, the boar not even so much as flinching at the sudden movement of his master. She stood on the saddle to see over the stable wall. The new visitors looked beaten and battered, fresh from a vicious fight in the Rift. Straining her eyes, she could make out the lead figure.
Clad in an ostentatious hat, a buxom woman carried an ornate techmaturgical rifle, her hair cascading past her shoulders so dark it shone purple. Following close behind was a foe Sejuani knew too well. Vi, the Piltover Enforcer. Her ridiculous hextech gauntlets still covering her hands as she trailed meekly in the shadow of the Sheriff. Behind her was one she did not recognize. A small creature, yordle, perhaps? Clad in bulbous goggles and juggling iron bombs with long fuses, the diminutive combatant moved with an energy that far surpassed his comrades.
Trailing further to the rear, Ezreal, that foppish explorer, strode along with a sense of entitlement that was unjustified and unearned. He stopped and turned to say something to the last arrival. Sejuani was too far to hear what was said, but she heard a handsome laugh even at this distance. She had seen him before in the Rift in passing. He was a cunning adversary. Robust. Smart. Jayce with his marvellous hammer that took a warrior's arm and a wizard's mind to wield.
Her eyes widened and a maleficent grin spread across her face. That was the kind of man she needed. With his seed, she would bear a son worthy of ruling the Freljord. She could see it now. A mighty warrior riding to battle when she no longer had the strength. He would be sharp of mind and strong of arm. He would be king.
Something had stirred within her. She ached for to lay with him. Chewing her bottom lip, Sejuani watched as Jayce caught up with his teammates and entered the gates to the Institute of War.
"Looks like we're going hunting, Bristle..."
Inside the Institute of War's great marble banquet hall, champions from all over Runeterra had gathered. Sejuani wondered what event it was that they were gathered for. To her knowledge, there were no celebrations taking place across Valoran. No silly little superstitious celebrations like the Harrowing. Perhaps then it was a rule change? She shook her head. It mattered not.
Glancing around, she could see representatives from all the factions vying for power. Sitting at opposing ends of the hall were the two most elaborate tables; one for Noxus, and one for Demacia. Seated across the room a short distance from her own table were Queen Ashe and her cowardly dogs. Tryndamere sat expressionless and disinterested to her side, while she smiled and charmed her allies.
Sejuani grinned. Soon enough she'd wipe that smile from the Avarosan's face. When Jayce gave her the son she needed. She glanced to the centre of the room at the Piltover champions. They seemed to be in high spirits despite their obvious defeat in the Rift. Somewhere in the hall, a ruckus broke out as Vi crossed paths with Jinx, that insane girl who terrorised Piltover and occasionally fought alongside the Zaunites.
It was dealt with swiftly. In the Institute, champions were granted diplomatic immunity, and Vi was powerless against the rules as arbiters from the Institute swept in from the sides of the room to defuse the situation. The two champions were wrenched away from one another, though not before the pink haired enforcer managed to land a right hook that sent Jinx spinning away. Sejuani chuckled. She'd been on the receiving end of that one before.
All night she waited. Watching the Piltover table with the iron gaze of a hawk. Olaf and the Ursine Volibear had begun to arm wrestle, spilling drinks and knocking plates aside as their ferocious strength collided. Sejuani paid them no mind. Her mind was fixed elsewhere.
At last Jayce excused himself to the bathroom. Now was Sejuani's chance. In an attempt not to be too conspicuous, she waited a few moments before she got up from her own table and left the hall. Her colleagues didn't seem to notice. They were too engrossed in tests of strength.
It was a long walk to the men's bathroom. The winding halls were empty save for Jayce and his silent pursuer. The Defender's footsteps echoed and reverberated off the cold marble walls, fluttering around the high vaulted ceilings. At last, he reached a pair of great double doors, brilliant varnish coating their dark wood. Sejuani watched as Jayce stepped through, unaware of his audience of one. The Winter's Wrath lingered for a time. She took few moments to go over the plan she'd formulated, before taking a breath.
Pushing through the heavy door, she stepped through into the men's restroom. Her prey stood at a washbasin before a large mirror, cleaning his hands and humming tunelessly. He didn't turn his head to see who'd entered after him. A mistake that proved advantageous for his stalker. Though her True Ice bola had been deposited in the Institute's safe box, Sejuani was strong. Taking off her horned helmet, she brought it down hard and fast, cracking Jayce in the back of the head.
He dropped like a sack of grain. The Winter's Wrath exulted in her victory, rolling over her soon-to-be mate. She took a moment to admire his chiselled jaw and strong arms, his barrel chest and widow's peak. He certainly is handsome, she thought, smiling as she felt a warm flush cunningly invade her nether. Wasting no more time, she stooped over to pick up her prey. He was heavy, all muscle and strong bones. She smiled once more as she threw him over her shoulder, scooped up her helmet and made her move.
Outside a storm had arrived. Sejuani's footsteps sloshed in the mud as she made her way to the stables. Fat beads of rain cascaded down in icy torrents. She sneered at the sky. The weather was nothing compared to the storms of the Freljord. Sejuani had seen fiercer storms while she was still a suckling babe.
An empty stable at the far end of the complex was her goal. The rain had come at a perfect time. Nobody would disturb her in this weather. The Winter's Wrath rolled Jayce onto a bed of hay. Chewing her lip, she trailed her fingers across her chest as she looked him up and down once more. Briefly, she left Jayce unconscious as she disappeared to the find Bristle.
Cold raindrops stung Sejuani's pale skin as they pelted her cheeks. A frigid gale blew her short ashen hair as she made her way to Bristle. In a bag on his saddle, she rummaged around until she found what she was looking for. Giving the ropes a firm tug, a wicked grin spread across her lips. The Winter's Wrath was ready to have her prize.
Sejuani was the first thing Jayce saw when he came around. Splashing him with some water from the trough, she brought him back into the world. He gave a start when he saw her looming over him. When he tried to move he found himself bound by hands and feet. With a groan he looked around at his surroundings.
"You..." he started, taking a long pause to gather his wits. "I've seen you before, on the rift. What's the meaning of this? Unbind me."
Sejuani chuckled before straddling the Piltovian. She felt his body tauten between her thighs as she ran her fingers down his cheek.
"Now, now," she said. Her husky voice full of pent-up lust. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."
"What are you-" Jayce pulled his head away from her touch. Her smile darkened and her hand followed, relentless. "Release me at once!"
Sejuani rolled her eyes. Pressing her finger against his lips, she whispered in his ear.
"Hush now. Just lay back and enjoy."
Arching her back, she loosened the straps that kept her breastplate in place. In a slow movement, she pulled the fur lined armour piece over her head and tossed it to the side. She smiled as she watched Jayce's eyes move to her breasts. They were round as melons, full and alluring. The leather strap that held them was next to go, and she sighed in relief as they hung free for the first time since her battle on the rift.
The Defender of Tomorrow tried to cast his gaze elsewhere.
"You're insane," he began, looking hopelessly towards the stable door. "Do you think you can seduce me?"
Sejuani laughed and caught Jayce sneaking a glance at her breasts as they bounced. She leaned in close and let out a sultry moan.
"I already have."
Jayce grunted as she grabbed his manhood. His stiffness was impossible to hide. The Winter's Wrath laughed once again. Rolling off of her prey, she rose to her feet to undo her leggings and let her greaves drop. Shimmying out of her smallclothes, she chewed her lip as the cool air met her moistening nether region. Eyes closed tight, she ran her fingers through the thatch of white pubic hair that covered her mound. Teasing her bud with her middle finger, she took in a sharp breath at the sensation that shot through her.
Once again returning to the task at hand, she looked down to see Jayce gawping at her. She almost wanted to untie his binds and feel him take her in his arms, but the risk was too great. She knelt beside him and pulled up his shirt. His chest was immaculate. His muscles were like something out of a maiden's fantasy, and she had them all for herself. She ran her hands up and down over him feeling herself grow wild with desire.
At last, she pulled down his breeches to reveal his member. He sprung out erect and ready. She smiled. He wasn't as large as she had imagined, but it was plenty enough for her; she wasn't particularly deep. Looking into Jayce's eyes, the Winter's Wrath smiled.
"With your seed..." She stroked his shaft. "I shall bear a son worthy of the Freljord."
Jayce winced.
"You really think this plan is going to work?" he asked. "You're not going to get away with this-"
Sejuani cut him off with a chuckle.
"What are you going to do? Pah!" She laughed again before planting a brief kiss on the Defender's lips. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle." She winked.
Working her mouth over his tense muscles, she made her way down his chest. For a second, she tweaked his nipples, delighting in the little jigging motion he made as he tried in vain to escape her touch. Again she moved further south until she reached his ever hardening rod.
Cupping his sac in her hand, she rubbed his member along her cheek. He was warm against her face, still cold from the night air. In a light teasing flick, she lapped the base of his shaft. He shuddered. Sejuani took his member in her mouth, locking her lips around him and licking his end. The salty taste was bittersweet on her tongue.
Slurping away, she cast her gaze upwards to find Jayce staring back at her. The expression on his face was hard to read. She knew he was enjoying this. How could he not? And yet behind that pleasure was some part of him wanting her to stop? She didn't. Instead, she took him deeper into her throat, as far as she could manage without gagging. For a moment she let him linger in her mouth as she salivated over his fleshy dagger.
With a wet slop she released him and gasped for breath. Glistening with juice, his piece stood to attention. Once more she teased herself, running her longest finger along the length of her slit. It came away moist as she stroked her mound. It was time to take his seed.
Squatting, she guided his sword into her sheathe, lowering herself onto him. For a moment she sat straddling him, motionless, savouring his hard length as it spread her lips and rubbed her sensitive zones. She stroked his face and began to move her hips, gyrating, slow to start with.
She let out a moan as his end rubbed her in just the right spot. With one hand she grasped his shoulder for balance, while her other roamed free to caress her breasts. She kneaded herself, squeezing hard when his prick rubbed that spot again.
Pulse quickening, she picked up the pace, bucking like Bristle when they were on the hunt. Her hand moved from her breasts to her bud. Light circular motions set her nerves alight and she moaned in ecstasy. At the zenith of her pleasure, she felt him pumping within her.
Sliding him in all the way to the hilt, she rubbed herself harder. As he filled her cavern with his seed she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed it had been over so quickly. She redoubled her efforts and moved her fingers ever faster as he emptied his last drops. She threw her head back as she reached climax. Her walls twitching and gripping Jayce's manhood, as if to keep him inside her for as long as possible. When he began to soften, she rolled off of him.
For a while they lay side by side, Sejuani covering her opening with her hand, trying not to lose any of his precious fluid. The pair locked eyes briefly. Sejuani smiled.
"Perhaps..." Jayce began to speak. He stopped for a moment, deep in thought. Sej turned to look at him, expectant. He met her gaze. His confident smile played across his lips. "Perhaps next time... You can wear the ropes."
