Kayle's wet lips slowly move away from the blushing Exile's and Riven pants and glares at the perverted blonde angel as she attempts to take some nice deep breaths before the evil Judicator decides to shove her warm tongue inside her mouth for the third time in less than a few frantic heartbeats. Wasn't Morgana supposed to be the sassier of the two celestial sisters?
"Kayle, I think that's enough. Riven looks like she is ready to throttle you."
A red-faced Riven grunts that she agrees with the peeved wind mage's words, but the cruel angel is already shaking her head, hungry blue eyes locked on the weakened Noxian warrior and Riven releases a muffled curse as Kayle's warm tongue soon ends up further exploring the poor Exile's oral cavity. Bitch! Riven moans against the perverted angel's lips, closes her eyes and tries to relax as Kayle proceeds to feed her even more of her powerful celestial mana.
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The three women didn't know how much time had passed since the sudden collapse of the ancient bridge. It must have been at least a day or two, but it could have as well been five to six whole weeks for all the three champions knew. The endless blizzards raging outside of Janna's small transparent wind shield and the ever-present cold that still kept gnawing on their bones was making even a single day spent inside the icy cave they now called their home feel like an entire decade.
Riven and Janna had soon started feeling the torment of hunger as more and more time had passed, with Kayle being surprisingly enough an exception since as the obviously smug angel had informed them, Celestial beings had no need of mortal sustenance. The Zaunite and the Noxian had merely nodded in response while taking small tentative bites off the cold Poro-Snaxs they both had found in their pockets. Riven had suggested using the leftover crumbs to trap an actual Poro for their next meal, but the two blondes in the cave had shot the suggestion down without a second thought.
Riven had murmured something about stupid blondes, but even she didn't want to brave the snowstorm to set the Porotrap and so the annoyed ashen-haired warrior had just pouted while she provided her Ki-amplified body heat in order to prevent the other two champions from freezing to death.
That hadn't last long however. Riven's inner Ki reserves had slowly diminished with the Exile's lack of food and the passage of time and so Riven had soon collapsed on the cave's floor unable to continue warming the two blonde menaces lying by her side. Kayle had come up with an interesting solution for their predicament.
The previously terrible condition of Kayle had improved quite a lot after Janna and Riven had started taking care of her. Some of the Judicator's magic had already recovered and her body had slowly grown stronger after resting away from the raging blizzards and the frigid touch of the ice and snow. So the righteous angel had started thinking of possible ways to preserve the lives of the young women that had taken care of her in her time of need and Kayle had soon come up with an idea.
What if she fed Janna and Riven some of her celestial mana? Both of them were mortals of course, but her magical power could possibly prevent their mortal bodies from hurting and further weakening and it could even possibly be of use to the two starving women as magical sustenance.
It was a bold move, an action that most celestial beings except from Soraka would find appalling and inconceivable. But most of those prude celestial beings hadn't probably spent so many decades walking among the mortal races of Valoran or had ever been shielded by those powerless humans.
Kayle's little experiment had yielded great results. Both Riven and Janna's conditions had slightly improved and the women had stopped looking so weak, ghastly and ill and being able to witness Riven's red face and read the jealousy in Janna's eyes whenever their feeding process took place was just a plus to saving her two kind companions' lives. The Judicator had then come up with the ingenious idea of igniting the remnants of her once glorious broken sword and use it as a makeshift heat source to warm all three of them.
The two previously pitifully shivering human females had also seemed to appreciate their new heat source almost as much as the poor trembling wings of the until that moment freezing righteous angel.
Kayle smiles against Riven's lips enjoying the way the Exile's hands nervously latch on to her thin silky tunic. She doesn't have to share her power with the two champions like this, but this procedure is far more pleasant for the mortals she is trying to protect than the painful alternatives. It is also worth it if she can see the normally stoic warrior's face flush like a lit Snowdown tree and she is definitely not doing this as a revenge for Riven confronting her about Morgana's punishment a few days ago. But joking aside, the Noxian woman must already be in a great deal of pain due to Singed's poisons and toxins flowing in her bloodstream so Kayle doesn't want to cause the tormented warrior any more pain if she can help it. The ashen-haired deserter possessed a truly gentle soul after all even if Riven herself always tried to deny it.
A small tug at the opposite side of her tunic and Kayle grumbles as Janna's iron grip steadily starts to get more and more painful. The Judicator decides to stop bullying Riven for the time being since the wind mage is certainly going to crush her skull otherwise.
"Mmmf, fine." The blonde angel moans as her tongue slowly retreats back in her own mouth, but not before Kayle secretly uses some of her magic to slow down the deadly poison wrecking havoc inside Riven's veins. Kayle can't help but smile at the exhausted Noxian warrior that's currently sitting on her lap as Riven instantly collapses against her chest, with her warm crimson eyes visibly dazed from their shared kiss and a face more red than Ziggs' dangerous explosive projectiles.
"I think I hate you."
Kayle leans to press a quick chaste kiss against the grumpy Noxian warrior's temple. She does the same for Janna after contemplating it for a moment and both mortals shudder against her chest when Kayle carefully pulls them closer and tenderly wraps her soft ivory wings around their exhausted and trembling forms like some kind of celestial makeshift blanket.
The blonde angel smiles kindheartedly when Janna uses their new close proximity to affectionately plant her ruby lips against the already sleeping Exile's. Maybe she should stop teasing the two humans during their next feeding session, but then again their reactions are just too cute and Kayle has to entertain herself somehow.
Notes: We got some fluff, an insight into Kayle's thoughts, explored the three champions' relations and solved the food problem at the same time. Not bad for a single chapter, not bad at all If I do say so.
I was trying to find a way the lost champions wouldn't starve to death so I came up with the idea of Riven using the Poro-Snaxs as bait to trap Poros which the three of them would then eat later. Too bloody. I am still trying to get a feel of how I want to write this story. I was previously thinking of turning it into a survival fantasy of sorts. The champions would leave the cave each day and search the desolate plains for resources. Torn banners from the fallen bridge would be used as blankets, fragments of the shattered nexus would become igniting devices to start a fire and the warriors would fill parts of their armors with snow and ice and put them next to the fire so the snow will melt and they can have warm clean water for their drinking and cooking needs.
I still like the idea, but I am not sure I can pull it off and I have this particular scene in my head I want to use as the ending scene and I don't think it would mesh well with the whole survivor theme. Survival stories need more traction anyway and an explosive beginning and constant pressure and I have written most chapters so far as simple lighthearted reads with some bits of humor. Oh, and we all know that Freljord is a big continent but for how long is the Institute going to twiddle its thumbs before sending a search party? Led by Ezreal of course, who doesn't like using maps… Damn, they are all doomed aren't they?
PS: I think I enjoy naming these chapters much more than I like writing the actual story. The alternative title for the chapter was going to be Fluff within Fluff from Lissandra's famous quote by the way.