ACT 21
The atmosphere in the dining hall is obviously tensed, mostly due to the ones that are present in the said area. Garen is at the same state as the atmosphere, and so is Marcus, who also harbored a twinge of nervousness within him. The Noxians and the only Freljordian in the hall remained stoic, not at all showing if they are affected with the pair's presence.
Katarina is doing her best to keep herself from launching knives and profanities at the two, while one of her hands is perched over Ashe's right thigh, fingers sometimes flexing and twitching.
LeBlanc occupied herself by auditing her nails, and Talon just kept his hood down and his face covered and concealed enough from anyone who is brave enough to look at him for more than a second.
Ashe, Garen and Marcus turned to one of the entrances of the dining hall as soon as Lux came and walked in the room, smiling at the three of them as a form of greeting, while she ignored the three Noxians.
"Let us eat." Marcus said in general, when Lux sat down beside him.
The dining hall was filled with the soft clinking and the silverware's light impacts whenever they collided with a plate or a fellow utensil.
"Garen, can you please pass the salad?" Ashe asked politely.
"Of course."
Garen took the bowl near his plate and handed it to Ashe, who accepted it with a simple 'thank you' and a small smile. Garen flashed a similar smile in return as he nodded, but when his eyes trailed to Ashe's right, his smile disappeared.
Katarina glared intently at him as she chewed on the piece of meat she had just bitten off her fork. Garen resisted the urge to return the glare and decided to just meet her glare with a blank stare.
Ashe took notice of the current exchange and placed the salad bowl down and placed a hand over Katarina's shoulder. Katarina turned her eyes away from Garen and just settled on glaring at her plate of food.
"I know this is probably not the time," Lux abruptly spoke up, acquiring everyone's attention. "But for me, I think this is a chance for us to discuss our relations more."
"We have no relations." Katarina spat out. "If you're expecting us to bond together and braid each other's hair, then you can just go fuck yourself."
Marcus frowned. "Katarina, no matter how much you deny it, you will never change the fact that you are related to Garen and Luxanna."
Katarina opened her mouth to say a not so nice retort, but when she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to the owner of it, meeting breathtaking blue crystals, her snarky words vanished and didn't get the chance to be vocalized. She clicked her tongue as she took her gaze back from Ashe, once again focusing them on her food.
She'll behave. Not for her father or for Garen and Lux, but for Ashe.
Of course when she restrained herself because of Ashe's gesture, it didn't go unnoticed by Marcus, who now looked at the Freljordian with a somewhat curious gaze.
"Katarina is trying, sir." Ashe responded for her. "Please, do not treat her so brazenly. It is, after all, quite a lot to process, I'm sure."
"I believe we have not been properly introduced." Marcus said, standing up from his chair and halfway reaching across the table to offer a hand. "General Marcus Crownguard."
Katarina's grip on her knife and fork tightened and she gritted teeth when she heard how her father introduced himself. It felt like her own father was rubbing salt on her wounds, wounds she tried to seal as much as she can before it bleeds her patience dry.
Ashe was just about to stand and shake Marcus' hand, when Katarina released her hold on the silverware she has in her grasp and clasped a hand over the archer's shoulder, stopping her before she could get up.
She directed her spine-chilling glare at her father as she said, "A bastard like you don't have the right to shake hands with the Queen of Freljord."
"Katarina." Ashe said her name in a low volume, her tone was soft, but it also told her to calm herself and to ease into a non-murderous state.
"Queen of Freljord?" Marcus decided to retract his hand and sit back down on his chair, seeing that he won't be shaking the royal's hand anytime soon. "I did not expect your status to be in the level of royalty. My apologies for my casual way of interacting with you, Your Majesty."
"No need for apologies, General. It is unnecessary." Ashe replied, taking Katarina's hand that's on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze as soon as it was not in sight of anyone else's eyes before letting it go.
"Seeing how my daughter...-!"
"I'm not your daughter anymore, asshole." Katarina interrupted in a snarl.
Katarina felt a hand on her thigh, which caused her to stiffen for just a half a second. She relaxed her posture in no time, knowing the hand belongs to no one else but her lover's.
Marcus chose not to comment about her interruption. Instead, he continued on from the point where he was stopped. He cleared his throat and straightened his back before he spoke again.
"As I was saying, seeing how... Katarina reacts from your gestures of restraining her rage, I assume you are a close friend of hers?"
"Something like that." Ashe murmured.
From one side of Marcus, Garen arranged himself in his chair, while Lux looked in between the two females, analyzing them with curious blue eyes.
"Are you more than just a close friend, Your Highness?"
Earlier, the aura all around the table was tense and made almost all of them uncomfortable. Now, it felt like it had gotten much worse than it was before. It's as if when one of them says something wrong, it can trigger a sight that's not really easy on the eyes.
Ashe kept her expression calm and composed, her eyes meeting Katarina's for a moment. Before Ashe could say anything about Marcus' question, Katarina abruptly answered for her.
"We're lovers." She said in a dead-serious tone. "Got a problem with that, father?"
Marcus looked in between them, mostly to her, wanting to know if Katarina is actually serious or if she's just saying a crazy bluff for him to call out.
"Lovers?" He finally asked after a moment of inner contemplation.
Katarina kept her scowl on her face, while Ashe remained silent for now, already knowing and expecting the words the general will add and follow up.
"Your Majesty," He began. "Are you, by chance, married to a king?"
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"Yes, I am."
Katarina felt a small strike of pain in her chest when she heard Ashe's reply. She knows Ashe, in a way, speaks the truth and her answer is not a lie, and that's what made it more painful. She kept quiet though, not voicing out how she was affected with the answer.
Lux managed to stop herself from releasing a gasp, or maybe a squeak, especially when she heard Katarina claim that she and Ashe are lovers. LeBlanc and Talon decided to keep to themselves for now and remain detached from the conversation and the last one is Garen, who looks like he doesn't know if he were to feel uncomfortable or nervous.
Marcus though, he stared at Ashe with an unreadable emotion as a wordless reaction to her answer.
"Do you have a problem with my response, General?" Ashe queried, eyes mildly narrowing in caution.
Instead of answering Ashe, Marcus directed his eyes back to his daughter, Katarina.
"I did not expect this from you."
"What, you didn't expect that I'd get to share a bed with a ruler of a nation?" She asked sardonically, a sarcastic look on her face.
"No, I didn't expect that you'd sink yourself to the level of a mistress."
"What's it to you?" She snapped back without much of a thought.
Marcus had already opened his mouth to say his answer, but someone intervened before he could utter a word.
"She is not my mistress."
Everyone seated at the table turned their attention to Ashe, which is the person who had interjected in the heated exchange.
"I'd appreciate it if you consulted me with such things first before you make brash accusations." Ashe stated, wearing an expression of formality.
"You just said that you are married." Marcus pointed out. "What else could Katarina be to you, then? If not a mistress, that is."
Katarina snarled and aimed to say a rude remark, but Ashe was too quick and beat her first in saying a reply.
"My marriage with my husband, Tryndamere, will soon be discussed and nullified. Regardless of what I have stated, Katarina is my fiancée and will be the woman that will rule Freljord alongside me."
Ashe abruptly raised a hand, silencing anyone who had any intentions in interrupting her words.
"There are two thrones in the castle. One shall be occupied by myself, and the other shall be occupied by my future wife, who, I will clarify to you once again, is a woman named Katarina Du Couteau." Ashe then gazed at Marcus with a cold look. "Do you have any concerns with what I have said, General Crownguard?"
Katarina's attention was far from her father, for her eyes are completely focused on the archer right beside her. Any hurt she had felt earlier was banished, only to be replaced with a wave of reassurance inflicted on her by the woman that she has deeply fallen head over heels for.
When Ashe had told her the reason why she wanted to propose to her, she didn't think that much of it. She didn't expect that Ashe was actually earnest with her words.
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"I do." Marcus replied, meeting Ashe's eyes with an equally harsh look.
"Father," Surprisingly, it was Garen who decided to speak up. "We should let them be. It is their life to live, not ours."
"This is your sister we are talking about, Garen." Marcus told him. "Are you actually in favor of this? She's...-!"
A loud screech of a chair echoed in the room as Katarina pushed her chair back and slammed her hands on the table, causing the impact of her hands to echo through the wide room.
"A lesbian?" Katarina asked scornfully. "A dyke? A cunt-licker?"
"And you're proud of it?" Marcus asked with disbelief and a touch of disgust.
"Oh so proud of it." Came her smug reply.
"Ahem," Ashe cleared her throat and stood up after she placed her eating utensils down and wiped her lips with a napkin. "If all of you don't mind, I would like to excuse myself from the table."
"Ashe, please," Garen stood up as well. "Excuse my father's behaviour. He had just woken up from his long-term sleep and has yet to...-!"
"Ashe?" Katarina nearly scoffed. "Since when have you two ever been on a first name basis?"
"How about we just have a peaceful lunch?" Lux asked with a small and uneasy laugh, mentally regretting that she decided to open up a highly-sensitive topic.
"You shouldn't have spoken in the first place." LeBlanc murmured.
"I appreciate your hospitality, but I have already lost my appetite." Ashe said with a bow of her head, giving Katarina's arm a stroke as a form of goodbye before walking out of the dining hall.
Katarina watched Ashe leave the room until the royal was out of her sight, turning back to her father and glaring at him yet again. This time though, her glare showed more than her usual unjustified anger.
"If you want me to accept Garen and Lux as my siblings and you as my father, then accept Ashe first. Those are my conditions."
She was too focused in glaring at her father that she didn't notice Garen leave his place at the table and depart from the room to go after her own fiancée.
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Being the vanguard of the Demacian prince, Garen has already memorized the royal castle as if it was the back of his hand. This fact assisted him and gave him no difficulty in finding where the Queen of Freljord had gone.
He found her sitting on one of the stone benches at the gardens, gazing half-distractedly at the bush of red roses across her. Ashe has her legs crossed, arms loosely crossed around each other. He made his way towards her, stopping just beside the bench and gesturing to the free space.
"Is this seat taken?"
"I'm sure it will be."
Taking that as an optional invitation, which it is, Garen settled himself beside Ashe. He didn't immediately speak though. Instead, he took a moment to join Ashe in plainly viewing the roses in front of them.
"You didn't have to come." Ashe stated, breaking the silence. "Katarina will probably be here any moment and I'm quite sure she won't be too pleased in seeing you with me."
"I know," He nodded. "But still, I would like to say my apologies for earlier."
"You have nothing to apologize for."
"The hospitality we have been presenting, it is something I'm not proud of."
Ashe shook her head lightly. "Believe me, the hospitality you are showing is enough for me to hold back in being outright rude to your father."
"My father...-!"
"Exactly." Ashe cut off. "It's your father that should be apologizing, not you. And, for me, he doesn't owe me anything. It's Katarina who he should apologize to."
Garen couldn't help but smile, especially when he saw with his own eyes how Ashe spoke with so much emotion whenever it's Katarina involved.
"You truly love her, don't you?"
"With all my heart."
He took a breath. "It will take a long while before Lux and I get accustomed to Katarina and Cassiopeia being our siblings, but having an additional bridge like you to connect us to them will surely be a great help."
"Please don't tell me I'm going to mediate your behaviours at the same time." She half-jokingly said, causing the two of them to chuckle.
"I can assure you, I'll try my hardest to not appear as another baggage for you to carry."
Ashe smiled at him, and apparently, Garen didn't notice her gaze abruptly flicker over his shoulder before it refocused back to him. She lifted a hand and placed it over one of Garen's broad shoulders.
"I'm thankful that you came after me to offer your apologies and comfort, but I believe I must ask you to return to leave me now."
Garen's expression morphed into confusion, but when Ashe turned her gaze to the person that now stood behind him, he instantly got the message Ashe means to send to him.
Not at all feeling panicked, nor threatened, he nodded his head to Ashe and bid his goodbye before standing up and turning to leave. He didn't bother acting oblivious with the oppressive gaze the redhead has directed to him.
He nodded his head at her. "Katarina."
"Dimwit." Came the rude acknowledgement.
Garen turned to look at Ashe as he tried his best to discreetly nod at Katarina's direction, looking as if he was a kid telling on his own sibling to their mother.
"Katarina." Ashe called, getting what Garen is meaning to tell her. She patted the recently vacated spot beside her, inviting the assassin to sit with her.
He and Katarina exchanged another brief stare-down again, and he is wholly sure that Katarina's gaze became harsher than before.
"Beat it, idiot." Katarina grunted, shouldering past him to sit beside the archer.
He looked towards them and this time, his gaze met Ashe's. He wanted to say a retort at his half-sister, but when Ashe moved her head right to left twice, he decided to let it go and just walk away to give them their privacy.
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Ashe turned her attention to Katarina, who now has her arms crossed and currently donning a scowl on her face. She has two things in mind why that scowl is present, but for now, she decided to act clueless to test the waters.
"Still angry at your father?"
"..." The scowl didn't disappear.
"At Garen?"
"Hm."
She knows it doesn't end there.
"At me?"
"... A bit."
Ashe leaned towards the redhead, face closer to Katarina than before. "Is it because he and I were laughing together?"
"..."
"Katarina," She reached forward and took one of Katarina's hands with one of her own. "Are you jealous?"
Katarina scoffed, pulling her hand away from her grasp and turning her head away. "Whatever."
Ashe resisted the urge to sigh at Katarina's rather immature behavior. Reaching forward again, she tried to take hold of Katarina's hand again, only for Katarina to fully turn her body away.
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"Hey!" Katarina confusingly and half-heartedly growled as Ashe abruptly wound her arms around her waist and unceremoniously pulled her in. Ashe perched her chin over Katarina's shoulder, while she kept Katarina's back pressed against her securely.
"Sometimes, I find myself thinking that you're the girl in this relationship of ours." She said, smiling when Katarina's light squirming halted.
"Did you forget that we're both women?" Katarina asked, voice laced with a bit of sarcasm.
"You know what I mean."
Katarina huffed, but made no move in leaving her arms. Ashe turned her head and gave the redhead a kiss on the cheek.
"Why is my fiancée still scowling?"
"You know why." Katarina grumbled, crossing her arms and deepening her scowl.
"Katarina, what Garen and I have is just a mere friendship between two comrades. He considers me as his confidant and I see him as a friend, nothing more, nothing less."
"Hmph."
"That's not enough of a reassurance, is it?"
"No."
Ashe's left arm remained around the assassin's waist, while her right hand moved, stopping when its fingers touched thd cool frost ring around Katarina's ring finger.
"Katarina, who did I propose to?"
"Ashe..." Katarina snarled quietly. It wasn't threatening though.
"Who did I propose to?" She asked again.
"Me."
"Who's wearing the engagement ring I proposed with?"
"Me."
"Who do I love?"
"Garen."
Ashe wanted to sigh and groan at the same time, but again, she restrained herself from the small desire in doing any of those two.
'She's acting like a child again...' She thought, sighing in her mind. 'Well, if that's how she wants to play it...'
"Alright then," Her thumb and index finger took hold of the ring and leisurely began to pull it off from her ring finger. "I should probably find Garen to give him this."
Katarina's other hand shot up and immediately caught her right wrist, discontinuing her process of acquiring the ice band.
"Damn it, Ashe..." Katarina grumbled, finally turning her body to face her halfway, hand still clasped around her wrist.
She fought the need to shrug. "You were being immature again."
"I know." The assassin muttered.
"I want you to know something."
"..." Despite not uttering anything, Ashe knows that she has her lover's undivided attention.
"Every time I close my eyes, whether to sleep or whenever I lose my consciousness, you're the only reason why I want to open them again, for I have this insatiable need to see your darling face."
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Katarina leaned in and kissed her, and she didn't bother in concealing the smile that appeared on her lips. As if she read the assassin's mind, she parted her lips in a second and let Katarina take the lead with the kiss.
Both of her hands crept up and perched themselves over Katarina's nape, while the Noxian's hands, one gloved and one bare, reached up and held the sides of her face, deepening their kiss with its assistance.
When Ashe tried subduing Katarina's tongue with her own, she was easily beaten by a much aggressive slick muscle. The way Katarina kissed her made it so obvious that she was being claimed with the intimate act, and truthfully, she doesn't mind it in even the slightest bit.
She may be an archer who has a pair of lungs that can hold a great amount of oxygen, but she could feel her air supply depleting with each passing second of their kiss. When Katarina finally broke the kiss, Ashe gasped to replenish her breath.
"Sorry."
Ashe chuckled lightly, pulling one hand back and wiping the saliva that dripped from one of the corners of Katarina's lips with the pad of her thumb.
"You can doubt me every single day, but my love for you will never falter."
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Due to everything that had happened during lunch, the two parties didn't dine together when dinner time came. Ashe had asked Garen to have a few of the castle staff to just bring them their meals at their room.
Talon and LeBlanc had already left for Noxus, both Noxians promising that they won't utter a word about everything that had transpired in Demacia.
Honestly, Talon didn't want to leave in the first place, but after Katarina ordered him to go ahead and reassured him that she and Ashe will depart from Demacia first thing tomorrow, he finally yielded and left with the Deceiver.
Katarina actually wanted to leave as well, but she was too worried with Ashe's health and well-being, especially since she was recently stabbed. Ashe tried convincing her that she's fine and is able to travel, but Katarina wouldn't have any of it.
Stepping out of the shower dressed in a pair of shorts and a white shirt, Katarina dried her damp red hair with a towel. As she scrubbed her hair with the white towel, she spotted Ashe, hair all brushed, holding a folded blue scarf.
"What's that?" She asked, eyeing the folded material.
"It's Garen's scarf."
A scowl instantly appeared on her face. "Right, I forgot."
Ashe smiled and walked up to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm just going to return it to him."
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
"I won't be gone too long."
"I'll be the judge of that."
All she got in return was a chuckle, a shake of her head and a quick peck on the lips before Ashe excused herself and left the room to return the scarf to its rightful owner.
She grumbled under her breath as she approached the bed and sat on the edge of one side of it, her hands stopping from drying her tresses. She pulled the towel off of her head and blankly stared at it, her mind wandering aimlessly.
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"You read the journal, then?" Garen asked as he removed the cover of his bed to prepare for his sleep.
"Mm-hm!" Lux nodded, looking through the pages of their father's old journal in her hand. "After I was born, it says here that he actually did intend to use our relations with our half-siblings to unite Demacia and Noxus."
"You've already come to terms with us being half-Noxians?" He asked, halting his movements and looking at his sister with a surprised look.
"Well, not fully... But I'm trying my best, okay?" Lux pouted.
"If you say so."
"Do you really think it's possible?" Lux asked, gazing up to the air above her and looking as if she's imagining a scenario in her head, which is what she's actually doing in her mind. "The unity of Demacia and Noxus..."
"Well, if you say it out loud, then it sounds...-!"
"Wrong?"
"I was going to say awkward, actually."
"That, too."
"Lux, can you please give it a rest for now?"
"What?" Lux tilted her head to the side. "Why?"
"It's because I need a rest." He said, putting as much emphasis as he can.
"Oh, right, you sleep in your boxers, right?"
"How do you even know that?"
Right now, Garen's wearing a dark blue robe that concealed his evening clothes, which is a white shirt and a pair of plain grey boxers.
"Xin Zhao told us when he was drunk once."
"Us?"
"Yep. Me, Fiora, Vayne, Shyvana, Quinn...-!"
Garen sighed. "You know what, I'm officially kicking you out of my room."
"But, brother!" Lux whined, stomping one foot on the carpeted floor. "This matter is serious!"
"Lux, it's been a long day. Please, let me sleep."
"Fine, fine." Lux started towards the door. "Good night, brother."
"Good night."
Garen shrugged off his robe, while Lux reached for the doorknob.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Ooh! You have a visitor!" Lux took hold of the knob and pulled the door open, revealing the Frost Archer casually donning a pair of yellow shorts, a fitted white shirt and an open white robe. "Hey, Ashe! Are the clothes comfortable?"
Ashe smiled. "Yes, they are. I'd like to say my thanks to you for lending them to Katarina and I."
"Oh, it's nothing." Lux said, returning the smile with her usual bright ones. Of course the scarf Ashe has in hand didn't escape her notice. "Hey, isn't that Garen's scarf?"
"I'm actually here to return it."
Lux looked towards Garen and found her very own brother gawking at Ashe, eyes intently focused on the Queen's appealing figure. To save Garen from being called a pervert, she loudly feigned a cough, which slightly surprised Ashe and successfully snap Garen back to his senses.
"I'm going to take my leave now. Good night, Ashe." The light mage bid with another smile before slipping out of the room and leaving the two alone.
Garen didn't know if he was going to put his robe down or shrug it back on. He ended up just putting it down on his bed and walking up to Ashe to meet her halfway.
"Here's your scarf back. Thank you for letting me borrow it."
"You're welcome." He smiled as he took the scarf from Ashe's hands. "I'm surprised Katarina let you return it by yourself."
"Katarina easily becomes jealous, but I'm quite sure she means no harm."
"I wish I could say the same."
"I don't really see why she's jealous. It's not like you have any attraction towards me."
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When Ashe received no response from the Demacian, realization suddenly struck her from within.
"I would be lying if I say I don't."
Ashe felt her cheeks suddenly grow warm with the indirect confession. "O-Oh..."
"Ahem!"
Looking over to the doorway, the two of them found Katarina standing there with arms crossed and her ever-present scowl on her face.
"You've been gone for too long." Katarina stated in a blank tone.
Ashe blinked.
"I have?"
"Mm-hm," She hummed flatly. "And I've heard enough."
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The moon was up high and shined beautifully up at the starry night sky. Two figures can be seen walking through a peaceful forest, innocent and harmless animals watching as the pair strolled through.
Unknown to the two, they have a pair of eyes watching them, the shadows the trees offered hiding the green-eyed spectator.
"Do you truly harbor deep feelings for her?" Garen asked his companion.
"Yes, I do." The described companion, Ashe, replied with a nod.
"Have you considered what I had confessed to you?"
"I have."
The two halted and faced each other and when Garen moved towards Ashe, she began to step back, until she unawarely trapped herself between the Demacian warrior and a sturdy tree.
"Garen, I...-!"
Ashe's cut herself off as Garen leaned forward and caressed her cheek with one hand, her words suddenly clogging in her throat.
"One kiss is all I ask."
"What... What about Katarina?"
Only a few inches remained between their lips.
"What Katarina doesn't know..." Garen whispered. "... won't hurt her."
Ashe gasped softly as Garen banished the distance between them, taking her lips into his own's captivity. Drop by drop, tears slowly left the corner of Ashe's eyes. Despite her tears, Ashe's lips moved along and participated into the kiss Garen initiated.
Hidden by the cloak of darkness, Katarina watched brokenheartedly as her fiancée kissed the Might of Demacia. Her hands formed themselves into balled fists, while tears of her own pooled at the corners of her eyes, falling and running down her cheeks after a second's worth of time.
"Ashe..."
Her teeth clenched before it parted and her scream echoed throughout the forest.
"Ashe!"
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Eyes suddenly snapping open, Katarina gasped and shot up to a seated position. Her chest moved in an uneven rate, just like her current breathing pace. She brushed a couple of strands of red hair on her face out of the way with quivering hands, the shirt she has on feeling too clingy against her torso.
"Ashe..." She breathed out, wiping the tears that she had shed during her sleep.
Whipping to her right, she found Ashe, sleeping and dreaming peacefully. As much as she wanted not to disturb her lover's slumber, the need gnawing within her wouldn't permit it. She reached a trembling hand over to Ashe and shook her shoulder, shaking the royal as light as her quavering hands allowed her to.
Ashe left her dreams and woke up to reality after a few shakes, and when she did, she instantly sat, especially when she saw Katarina's current state.
"Katarina?" Ashe moved all the hair that was left in front of Katarina's face, hands cupping her face afterwards. "What happened? Are you alright?"
Katarina didn't take a second to think anymore. She lunged forward and mashed her lips against Ashe's. Her desperation, it's so strong that even Ashe can feel it in their passionate exchange. She pushed Ashe down until the back of the archer's head hit the plush pillows.
As they kissed, Katarina snaked her hands around Ashe and grabbed the back of the shirt. With raw strength, she dug her nails into the cloth and tore it, the sound of the material being ripped sounding loudly in the silent room. Within a couple of seconds, the shirt was ripped into shreds and was forgotten either around or beneath them.
"He won't have you..." Katarina breathlessly whispered. "You're mine... Mine..."
"Kata...-"
Katarina cut Ashe off by taking her lips into her own's clutches, ravishing it with great fervor and desire for its sweet and one of a kind taste.
"And I'm yours..."
She buried her face in the crook of Ashe's neck, lips sucking fervently on the pale skin. The way she sucked, Ashe knows that she'll leave a mark once she's done. One arm was wound around Ashe, hand clasped over her shoulder, while the other moved downward and clawed on one side of Ashe's body.
"K-Katarina...!" Ashe softly grunted out, feeling her nails strongly scraping and leaving red marks over her skin.
She broke away from Ashe's neck with a short gasp, pulling back enough to focus her attention on the offending yellow shorts. It didn't take long for the flimsy garment to suffer the same faith as the shirt earlier. From one piece, the shorts turned into tattered remains of cloth.
Ashe's mind couldn't keep up with the situation at hand. First, Katarina suddenly came onto her and gave her a bruising kiss. Then, her shirt was torn from her and Katarina practically feasted on her neck. Now, Katarina had just shredded her shorts, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
"Katarina... Slow down..." She managed to say as she tried calm her breathing.
"I can't..." Katarina spoke as if her breath had escaped her.
Ashe jumped and squirmed as Katarina rubbed her womanhood above her underwear, which gradually became soaked with her arousal. Her cheeks became flushed and her eyes would clench shut from time to time as Katarina rapidly ground three fingers over her cloth-covered slit.
"A-Ahh...! K-Kat, please..."
An audible snap! was heard as Katarina tore her panties off of her, tossing the useless used-to-be underwear over her shoulder carelessly. As soon as nothing obscured her heat, Katarina leaned forward and abruptly started to pleasure Ashe with her tongue.
Ashe couldn't seem to succeed in reverting her breathing back to its usual normal pace, for Katarina's ravishment towards her sex is too much for her to control. She can feel Katarina's warm and slick tongue move skillfully and bring her pleasure that most people can only dream of.
Katarina's nails continued in clawing all around Ashe's body, whether it scratched her stomach, her hips or her legs, no part of her body is safe from it. After leaving marks on the sides of Ashe's stomach, Katarina's hands moved up and grasped the royal's chest, squeezing roughly and fingers tweaking her lover's nipples with complete aggressiveness.
Ashe thrashed, trembled and moaned as sheer pleasure filled her whole body. If she is trying to put up a fight, it isn't noticed, for not an ounce of resistance can be seen as Katarina made her body move and quiver with each lick and touch.
Only the Sinister Blade can make the Queen of Freljord lose all of her composure.
"Kata...! Katarina, p-please, just...!"
Ashe threw her head back and unleashed a scream of ecstasy as Katarina brought her to her pleasurable orgasm. The archer stayed rigid with her posture, teeth biting down on her lower lip, back halfway arched, eyes tightly shut and body spasming every second or two.
"Ashe...?"
It took a great deal of effort for Ashe to open her eyes and let her body fall slack on the bed, her gaze meeting her fiancée's. Katarina gathered Ashe in her arms and held the naked Queen firmly in her arms.
"Katarina... What about you...?" Ashe asked between unsteady breaths.
"Just let me hold you," Katarina murmured, her hold around the Freljordian tightening. "Go to sleep."
As if all of her energy was drained out, Ashe could only nod and return the embrace before she drifted into a blissful oblivion of slumber. Feeling Ashe lose her consciousness, Katarina closed her eyes and grasped her beloved possessively.
Her dream...
Her dreams in the past that involved Ashe, most of them were prophetic. She desperately hoped that the dream she had will forever remain a terrifying nightmare and will never meet with reality.
No matter how strong she may seem, she will break in a heartbeat's worth of time if she ever loses the Frost Archer.
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Author's Note: Well! The next chapter may take a while, sooo, yeah! I hope you readers enjoyed the consecutive updates I've given. ️
I felt like I needed to show the intimate connection between our two protagonists, which is the main reason why I wrote the mature scene. 😁😬
Tell me what you think, readers! As always, your reviews, positive or not, are welcome and is considered a motivation for me. 😊