Disclaimer: There are some words within this chapter that are occasionally considered inappropriate. In this particular instance, they are arranged in such a way that would in fact make them highly unsuitable to read by those who are uncomfortable with sexually explicit subject matter. On the other hand, you're probably going to keep reading anyway for a similar reason established in the previous disclaimer.

Chapter The Third

Sejuani stood face to face with Ashe, who was standing up, fully dressed, with her bow drawn. A shimmering. frost-coated arrow was notched on the string, aimed directly at Sejauni's heart. As the moonlight reflected off of it, it was the very first thing she noticed as she entered the room. Overcoming her initial surprise, Sejuani raised her shield. He quick reaction was rewarded with a thwack as the arrow smacked into the outermost wooden layer of the protective device. There was no time for words. Guided solely by her incessant instict for survival, Sejauni dashed across the room, mace in hand. Her body was nothing more than a deadly machine as it flew towards her enemy. Before Ashe could draw another arrow, the mace's chain was tight around her neck, and she struggled to breath. The bow was knocked from her hands. It clattered to the ground. Wasting no time, Sejuani got down to the subject at hand.

"Ashe. 'Princess.' You have meddled in the affairs of my people long enough." Her voice was as cold as the outside air. "Isn't it time you let us be, and participated in the glorious war with the rest of the tribes?" Ashe racked her brain for an answer. She knew the end was near. If only, somehow, there was a way out. Something... I must think of something. Within seconds, an idea formed in her mind. She had considered this idea many times before. Now, all of a sudden, she knew she wanted to enact it- no, she needed to. For the second time that night, Sejauni was in for a surprise, as Ashe's face underwent an unexpected transformation from fear to an innocent smile.

"Sejuani," she whispered. "I have heard the legends about you. 'Heart of the Blizzard,' they call you." Sejuani immedietly grew suspicious at the usage of that particular name.

"What do you mean?" she asked gruffly. She was wary of Ashe trying to lull her into pacifism with compliments and charm.

"Sejuani. The war can go on. The war will go on. It's in the nature of this land. The struggles of the Freljordian people is never ending, you know that." Her voice grew soothing. "They will struggle. But, perhaps, we need not join them." Curious, Sejuani slightly loosened her grip.

"It's so clear to me!" Ashe raised her face and her smile was apparent. Her voice was bright. "Sejuani, we can still enjoy this night. This life. Together." She reached out, and placed her hand on the bare skin of Sejuani's arm.

She has a loving heart, and a skillful hand...

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sejuani half-mumbled, but in fact she knew exactly what Ashe was talking about. Throughout her life, one thing she had noticed is that while the other girls flirted with the men and moaned during the night, Sejuani never seemed to feel the same way. At first she was jealous of them, but later on was glad of her decision, as girls as young as twelve became abused wives and child-bearers. At the same time, she often was enchanted by the beauty of some of the prettier girls, yet she never said anything about it.

Now, all of a sudden, she noticed Ashe. She noticed the small, perfect feet. She noticed the long, slender legs. She noticed the smooth thighs. She noticed the large hips, the taut stomach. She noticed the strong arms, not too muscular, but well toned. She noticed the large breasts trying to burst from their fabric constraints. Upon closer inspection, she could even see the imprint that her nipples made upon the weave. The sight of this forced Sejuani to swallow as her eyes followed her well-exposed cleavage up her chest, up her well-proportioned neck, up to her lush lips, her petite nose, her large, innocent eyes, and the long, flowing brown hair that encased her body in a halo of dark brilliance. And suddenly, Sejuani wanted to spend the rest of her life with her sworn enemy.

Her bloodied mace fell to the floor. The sound was loud, but she barely noticed. Sejauni's stone cold exterior slipped away like the water through an icy stream, washing away the outermost layer and revealing the warm human being within. Ashe drew herself closer. Her breath caught in her throat at the thought that she might survive. Gaining her composure, she put forth one final line to win over the stone-cold killer.

"Give in, Sejuani. You know violence will not end our conflict. We can still be happy together." Suddenly, Sejuani drew back, conflicted. "Sejuani, please," Ashe whispered softly. She slowly moved her hand around Sejuani's waist, behind her back. The touch was electric, and just then, Sejuani knew that Ashe was right.

Come closer, Sejuani. Come closer. Closer. Closer...

Sejuani let herself relax and she reluctantly embraced Ashe. Her lips, those lips seemed so near. Their heads drew closer. She closed her eyes, instincts guiding her movements. When they touched, it seemed like nothing Sejuani had ever felt before, and she lost herself in the moment, feeling their lips pressed tightly together. When she felt Ashe's tongue work it's way inside her mouth, it felt almost natural. She responded likewise, tasting Ashe's saliva.

She felt Ashe's hand move down from her back and settle on her her fur covered bottom. The intimacy of the touch spurred her on, and she blindly groped Ashe's left breast with her still-gloved hand. Ashe was pleased by her willingness, and decided to reward her for it. She pulled their lips apart, and stepped back. Sejuani blinked, confused. The moment had come and gone, or so she thought.

"Relax," whispered Ashe. She moved her hand behind her back, loosening the strap that held her cloth chest armor in place. Slowly, the fabric dropped tantalizingly lower. Sejuani stared with fascination at this revealing act. The moment of truth came as her nipples came into view. Sejuani stifled a sigh at the stiff tips. Finally, the cloth fell away altogether, revealing the full extent of Ashe's bare breasts. It softly fell to the floor. They seemed so much larger now that she could see them in their entirety.

Without a word from Ashe, Sejuani moved closer and leaned down. For an inexplicable reason, a feeling she could not describe, she wanted to feel those nipples inside of her mouth more than anything else. More than freeing her people from a life of hardship. Much more so than defeating Ashe in one on one combat.

Unthinkingly, she threw herself upon Ashe and buried her face in the two pale orbs. Ashe gasped with pleasure as Sejuani's lips closed around her developed buds. Her tongue flicked lightly back and forth, coating the area with moisture. Her wide eyes looked up into the face of her enemy as she worked her mouth. Ashe felt a stirring between her legs and slipped a free hand undearth her skirt, testing her own body's reactions. Her fingers quickly grew wet as they explored her more private regions.

Sejuani moved on to the other breast. Her movement were unskilled, but effective. This continued for several minutes, until finally Ashe stepped back yet again and spoke softly.

"Sejuani, I would like to reward you for your... initiative." Her husky voice spoke of ages past, when the ice people had once recognized their common needs for survival and aided each other rather than constant warring. "Your technique showed your inexperience, but it was very good for a beginner." Without warning, she stepped forward and gave Sejuani a hard shove. Unprepared, she fell backward, cursing herself inwardly for having bought Ashe's foolish con, and ready to scramble up and fight back. She was falling, falling, and then landed- not on the hard wooden floor, but on Ashe's soft bed. Embarassed, she realized what Ashe wanted and began clumisly removing her breast coverings.

"Allow me," smiled Ashe. She extracted a finger from her panties, licking the fluids off before they dripped to the floor. She then reached over and gracefully removed the clothing from Sejuani's chest, tossing it on the floor like discarded litter. Sejuani suddenly felt ashamed of her own body, but as she looked up, and saw Ashe eyeing her long, erect nipples, she became confident of herself and decided to let Ashe do as she pleased. Ashe leaned over her, kissing her breasts, rubbing her smooth legs. Sejuani relaxed, expecting the same treatment. But then Ashe moved lower, to her belly button. This is nice, she thought. And then she moved lower still, caressing Sejuani's body. Surely, she doesn't want to go- and then Ashe loosened her hardened leather belt. She slowly pulled the fur skirt down. It slid past her thighs, her knees, her shins, and then finally it slipped off her feet. It was at this point that Sejuani realized that her helmet had somehow come off long ago. She felt naked without it- but then again, she practically was naked anyway, wearing nothing more than her thin silk panties.

With the slightest hint of a smile, Ashe traced a long line down Sejuani's body, starting between her breasts, moving down her torso, and finally stopping on the center of her panties. She couldn't help but notice their dampness. As Ashe touched her there, Sejuani felt a strange feeling envelop her body. She couldn't place the feeling, as she had never felt it before, but the feeling was lust. Shivers ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the frigid air. The moonlight shone in through the window and fell squarely between her legs, illuminating Ashe's finger as she brushed it againt the silk in long, flowing movements. The accumulated moisture could now be clearly seen, as it darkened the center area of her panties.

Although the feeling was diminished because of the layer of clothing between them, Sejuani could still feel the barest traces of pleasure as the finger moved between her legs. Right as the sensations began to mount, Ashe stopped her motions. With an impossibly, painfully slow movement, she reached to the sides of Sejuani's legs and undid the small bindings. Without making a sound, the silk covering slid down and fluttered to the bed, revealing Sejuani's virgin womanhood. Ashe could not help staring, drinking in the sight.

Sejuani had a small, triangular patch of deep gray pubic hair, the same as that on her head. Below that lay a slim opening that had only just fully developed. Her clitoris was just barely visible, mostly hidden by a hood of skin. Protecting the crevice were two lips, with deep folds that stretched throughout it's length. A drizzle of fluid was a faint line that moved diagonally across the inside of her legs. Below that was her anus, tight and squeezed between her muscled thighs.

Sejuani was now completely exposed to this woman that she had first met only ten minutes ago, but it felt so right after all these years of hiding her body. With a coy smile, Ashe inserted her forefinger and middle finger into her mouth at the same time, lubricating them in preperation for what she was about to do, an unnecesary, but seductive action. Sejuani saw what she was doing, and realized what was coming. As Ashe moved her hand toward her nether regions, she braced herself, tensing her body. And yet, at the first touch, she immediately felt perfect. She knew she could relax.

With the soft sound of flesh on flesh, Ashe slipped her fingers into Sejuani's body. At first, she seemed tight. So tight! With no small amount of effort, she broke through Sejuani's hymen. Sejuani gasped in pain, and felt embrassed by it. She had suffered far worse at the hands of many warriors, and the unforgiving environment. She knew what had to happen, and steeled herself as Ashe went deeper and deeper insider her, despite the sharp, growing pain.

Ashe felt as though her fingers were being squeezed together by unending grip, a shadowy hand. But then the hand became warm, and caring. At last, they had finally sank in all the way, and the entire length of her fingers could feel the insides of Sejuani's vagina around them. Ashe left her hand where it was, enjoying the feeling, as Sejuani gazed at her with wide eyes. After Sejuani had calmed down and fully relaxed, Ashe carefully moved her thumb and placed it against the highly sensitive skin of her clitoris. Sejuani gasped involuntarily, and another small quantity of liquid was excreted from deep inside her. It rapidly moved upward, and spilled out onto the bed sheets. Ashe then skillfully, but slowly moved her thumb up and down, back and forth, rubbing the small nib of skin that was the weak spot of many women. Sejuani's breath was coming in short gasps and the intense, warm feeling spread from between her legs to the rest of her body. It was the same warm feeling one gets from a sip of alcohol, she reasoned, but only much more pleasurable. It was this pleasure she felt that made her arch her back, without even thinking about it, her spine responding to her body's wishes without permission from the brain. Her back arched higher and higher, her buttocks were raised from the bed, her coltish legs were firm as they carried her upwards.

Ashe accepted her movements and went with them, shifting her arm, still continuing the same rubbing motion. With every movement she made, Sejuani felt as if her entire body would explode from pleasure, starting at her clitoris.

"Ashe," she whispered. "Faster." Ashe complied dutifully, increasing the pace. Sejuani in turn lifted herself even higher off the bed. She was now breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her breasts moving up and down, while Ashe calmly stayed in the same position, controlling Sejuani's every movement like a puppet, with her tight pussy the strings. She loved the feeling of power. She loved being in control. Sejuani was helpless before her ceaseless fingers. So easily had she gone from the violent warrior to the innocent young girl, lying naked on a strange woman's bed and gasping for air. It was what Ashe lived for.

Sejuani noticed that Ashe's movements were slowing, and her body slowly descended to the bed. Finally, she stopped rubbing altogether, and Sejuani lay back, regaining her composure. Her clit had been tamed, and yet, once it had felt love, it now would crave it for the rest of her life. As her breathing slowed, Ashe slowly withdrew her fingers from her pussy, which by now had been loosened up and was nowhere near as tight. A long strand of fluid fell away from her fingers and settled on the sheets. A moment later, a dribble of cum seeped from between her lips and spilled down her body, running past her anus and puddling on the bed before being absorbed into the material.

There was something else there too though, and Ashe noticed it. It was red, and mixed with the sweat and cum like food coloring. It was blood, which had also spilled from Sejuani as Ashe deflowered her young body. Ashe closed her eyes and sucked on her fingers, tasting the sweet and yet slightly salty juices that the young Freljordian warrior had deposited on them. Sejuani watched her. She felt as if her essence was now inside of Ashe, and it bound them together, eternally.

"Now how was that, Sejuani?" Ashe asked seductively. She drew out the last word like a long, slithering snake. There was only reply that Sejuani found she could give.

"I want to feel you inside me again, Ashe."

Expecting that, Ashe replied "If you wish, young warrior, but first I must insist upon something from you." Sejuani was puzzled by what she meant at first, but her confusion melted away like the snow around a fire as Ashe quickly removed the last vestiges of her clothing.

Sejuani stood up and admired her firm body. Hot. In her traditional Freljordian mind, it was the simplest, and only way to describe her thoughts on the matter of the seemingly divine creation now lay nude before her on the bed. She finally saw all of Ashe's face, and it was young and beatiful. Her breasts were large and taut, her body nearly as strong as Sejuani's, and between her legs was a luscious pussy, surrounded by Ashe's swollen and aroused labia. It was dripping with anticipation, and seemed to be calling her name.

Sejuani.

Ashe fell back on the bed and spread her legs wide, further exposing her genitals to the nineteen year old girl. She bit her lip with anticipation. Sejuani paused, unsure of what to do. She received her answer a moment later when an impatient Ashe grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face between her legs. Despite the rough movement, Sejuani did not feel threatened by it and instead focused on the task at hand. She immedietly noticed that her vulva was smooth- very much so. It seemed even more as if Ashe had been expecting her. Driven by instict, she thrust her tongue into Ashe, making her sigh with pleasure. She thought about what Ashe did to her, and moved to Ashe's pink clitoris. When she was done licking her clit, she tugged at the folds of skin with her teeth, gently playing with her perfect body. Ashe clutched her left breast, massaging the nipple, and reached out with her other hand to stroke Sejuani's gray hair. A few minutes passed this way, and Ashe suddenly hungered for more.

"You can do better than that," she scolded softly, and wrenched Sejuani's hair again, forcefully moving her head up and down. Sejuani enjoyed the rough movement and went with it, lapping at the wet flesh like a dog. She then inserted her tongue again, exploring the innermost crevices of Ashe's tight womanhood. Her tongue flicked in and out. Finally her purposeful probing discovered a spot that even Ashe had never noticed while touching herself, and it made her cry out with sudden intense pleasure.

"What's wrong?" Sejuani asked, misinterpreting the noise.

"Oh, please, keep going," moaned Ashe. Sejuani complied. She leaned over again and continued. She was leaning over in such manner that if one stood behind her, her tight crotch would be clearly visible, two puckered lips tucked in between her thighs but fully exposed. As she licked between Ashe's legs, she carressed her smooth body with her hand, feeling her legs, her buttocks, her stomach, everything. On and on she went, driven by an inexplicable urge to please her partner. The scent wafting around the room was unbearable, and the taste in her mouth was indescribable. At last, Ashe could stand no more. She could feel the end coming, but rather than show weakness in front of Sejuani, she decided to opt out.

"I've had enough," she gasped. Sejuani halted her movements and stood back, sweat rolling down her naked body. Before she even had time to catch her breath, Ashe spun her around and placed her back on the bed. She spread the teenage girl's legs apart, and crawled in between them.

"Now it's my turn," she said. After taking a deep breath, Sejuani could barely react before before Ashe dove in, once again filling her body with the same warm sensation. Although she used similar tactics, Ashe was much more skilled, finding all of Sejuani's weak spots and lovingly moving her tongue across them. However, some time passed, and it seemed clear that this would not be enough to get the Freljordian beauty to climax. This was not a problem for Ashe. She slowly inserted her middle finger deep into her pussy, and moved her tongue upwards to focus on her clitoris.

It was all Sejuani could do to keep herself from crying with pleasure, but there was no way to prevent the long moans as the combined stimulation became to much to bear. Faster Ashe went, deeper she penetrated, and more forcefully she licked. Sejuani could feel a powerful sensation rising in her loins as the princess's treatment continued. Ashe's experienced fingers noticed it to, and she guessed that she would make her climax soon. She was right.

All it took was one moment, one spark. The tip of Ashe's middle finger brushed against Sejuani's spot, her trigger. At the exact same time, the bumpy taste buds on her tongue rubbed against an incredibly sensitive section of her clitoris. Sejuani gasped, and Ashe withdrew her finger. All at once, Sejuani experienced a massive climax, the first one of her life. A stream of liquid spurted from somewhere deep inside her body, exploding outward like a fountain. The stream turned into glistening crystals as it caught the moonlight. Ashe watched it in slow motion. It seemed suspended in air, but then, it inevitably fell from the sky, splashing over Ashe's breasts and trickling down her body.

Sejuani's body begged for more, and she called softly out to Ashe.

"Again," she pleaded. "Please."

"We can try for more than one some other day," Ashe replied softly. Sejuani lovingly stroked Ashe's breasts as their breathing slowed, massaging her warm fluids deep into the skin. Then they both laid back on the bed, covered in sweat and cum. After nearly five minutes of quiet pondering, the lovers fell softly fell asleep.

Sejuani blinked back tears as she stared directly into the sunlight of the morning. She awoke feeling fulfilled, her right arm around Ashe in a tender embrace. Ashe stirred, groping around for Sejuani's naked body. She located the spot she was looking for beneath the blankets and began a slow movement. Sejuani giggled as she felt Ashe rub her fingers across the sensitive skin between her legs.

"Last night, Ashe.."

"What?"

"It was so.. wonderful. Indescribable. I can't thank you enough. It was amazing."

"You were good too," Ashe told her, smiling.

"Ashe, I think I understand now. You're right about one thing: we don't have to suffer, and I don't care whether Freljord rips instelf apart or not."

"But what was I wrong about?" questioned Ashe.

"We both live on the spirit of the fight. You know you can feel it inside you." Ashe nodded. She was right.

"What do you propose we do?" A smile formed on Sejuani's face, and her icy blue eyes twinkled.

"I say we journey South... to join the League!" Their gazes locked. Ashe never said a word, but both of their minds were made up. As the sun shone through the window, it bathed the lovers in a warm light. As they pleasured each other's bodies, Sejuani could have sworn that she heard a bird singing in the morning. From then on, she knew that her life would never be the same.

And so it goes.

And that's the end! I hope you enjoyed it. Again, please keep in mind that this is my first ever fan fiction, so don't go too hard on me. Ha. Oh wait, I made a pun. That said, pretty much any feedback is welcome. Don't hesitate to leave me a PM. Thank you very much!

Also: I know that Sejuani uses a flail, not a mace. The word mace just seemed to fit better. I'm not sure exactly why. The game designers only refer to it once in her abilities, and simply call it a "weapon." Go figure.

-Davelin Marque