QUEEN OF HEARTS

What a tremendously pleasant surprise. When Tryndamere had been informed he had to make an alliance with a powerful Queen to unite the Freljord, he had expected something much different. A big, burly woman, someone who had grown up in the frozen hell learning to use the battle axe and the broad sword. Someone like him. But the real Ashe couldn't be farther from the true, and he was much more willing to try this alliance now.

Before seeing her, he and his men followed her guards through some strange kind of heart-themed maze. He could see why they called her Heartseeker, everything was trying to remind them of hearts. When they got to the middle, where she waited, even her throne was shaped like a heart. The humongous bow resting next to her, no smaller than the throne itself, was also heart-themed. He had already heard she was somewhat eccentric in her sigil, but that was overboard. His thoughts, however, stopped being about her hearts once he actually looked at her.

That was not what a northern queen usually looked like, to say the least. She was… small everywhere but where it counted. Her breasts were big and round like a berserker's fist. Her hips were wide enough to give birth to a northerner, and her legs were endless like winter, but Tryndamere was sure they were much, much warmer. Her face didn't have any scars and she wasn't lacking teeth. It was a pristine face like those of the southern maidens, but with the silvery hair of the north. And her blue eyes… he knew she was examining him with them, and couldn't help but get excited when he realized the same spark in her eyes that was burning in his.

The Queen's outfit, much like the rest of her, wasn't a common queenly dress in the North. It resembled more one of those fancy southern attires, but with two major differences. It was largely heart-themed, like everything else, including her crown, which looked like a big box of chocolate. And it was also considerably more provocative than he had imagined. It showed ample cleavage and her thighs. Her legs were covered with equally long boots, and her dress was not only short, but extremely form-fitting, too. And with a form like that, Tryndamere could only be thankful. She was smiling at him, cheekily, while she smelled one of the many roses of her gardens. The image was strangely erotic, but it had still struck his heart like one of her many arrows.

"Queen Ashe the Heartseeker. The rumors didn't make your beauty justice. Consider me smitten" he said, trying to be more eloquent that he had ever been, as he kneeled. She smiled.

"Tryndamere. I had heard many words to describe you. Powerful, brute, savage… Those weren't the ones that came to mind when I saw you"

"Which would that be?"

"I'll let you know later. Guards, leave us alone. We have to discuss important matters"

Her guards quietly obeyed, and so did his own after he nodded. She smelled her rose again, then looked at him.

"Our heralds already discussed most of the details, don't you think? It appears, then, that our marriage should be a certainty"

"Yes, my Queen. I look forward to it" he couldn't help but take a good look again.

"There is just one problem, Tryndamere. My husband cannot be a simple nobody. You're a mighty warrior, I know, but there are plenty of those. My husband… needs to satisfy me in other, more… basic ways"

She licked her crimson lips. Something in between his legs was rising.

"I'll do what I can, my Queen. What would you have me do?" he smiled.

"I'm sure you know"

He crawled up until he was right in front of her. The two smiled at each other, anxious for what they both wanted. She smelled like strawberries. Tryndamere wondered if she'd taste the same. She pressed her boot against his face. He looked up at her, and kissed it, and caressed it. She squirmed on her throne. He was harder than a wholly mammoth encased in ice. He grabbed her legs and pulled her, making her sit on the very edge of the throne. His hands went up and slid her dress up, slightly. His enormous hands grabbed her hips, and his face dived right in.

He wasn't a gentle man. His tongue penetrated her, over and over, while he furiously sucked her sex. His hands manhandled her butt to keep it both on the throne and stuck in his face. She did taste very sweet. She had started by laughing, but once he began biting she moaned. He felt her legs resting on his shoulders, while her hands played with his mane of hair. She weighted so little, his hands could easily control her whole body, to eat her wherever he wanted.

He took bites of her exposed thighs, too, but his main interest was her ever-increasingly wet sex. He felt like a predator, like an animal of the wilds who had found the tastiest meal he never knew he wanted. She moaned breathless a few times, especially whenever he held her and she struggled to keep sitting. She threw his helmet to the side to grasp his hair better, and control his face the same way he controlled her whole body. Tryndamere looked up, and saw her beautiful face and her perfect chest reacting to every movement of his tongue.

Her loud, loud moaning just made him go harder, thirsty for her. He also penetrated her with her thumb, while his mouth feasted. Whenever she liked it, she pulled his hair. Whenever she really liked it, she pushed his head deeper. He grabbed her thighs and munched, kissed and sucked her. He couldn't help it. Her legs went limp a few times, they stirred as a result of the stimulation. He spread her legs and got up. Before he had a chance to do anything, she pressed her heel against his chest.

"Strip for your Queen"

He smiled, and removed his gauntlets, slowly. Ashe smiled back, and masturbated. His dick could explode any second, but he still obeyed. He removed his shoulder pad, and her feet moved down to press his huge torso. He caressed her leg and licked her boot, before his hands went down and removed his belt, his boots, his whole clothing. Ashe's eyes widened and licked her lips upon seeing his manhood. She placed her legs to his sides, grabbed his hair and got him closer to kiss him. The grip on her thighs tightened, and he slid his shaft inside her.

Her legs immediately hugged his back, while her hands played with his chest. His hands covered her butt, and he rammed her as hard as he could. She was still half-sitting on her throne, and it almost felt like Tryndamere would end up breaking it. But she was smiling, and she was kissing him even more passionately than he was. That just encouraged him to keep going.

His big hands groped her breasts, fully taking them with each hand. Even through her dress, he enjoyed their relaxing texture, even if he squeezed them so hard he was sure he hurt her a little. Given her squirming and the way her face convulsed, she might not have been entirely against a little bit of pain. He took a very deep kiss, and the taste of her lipstick remained with him for a while. He didn't know which set of lips he liked more.

Her slim body kept grinding against his, but he was doing most of the heavy lifting by repeatedly ramming her. However, as he went harder and harder, it was harder for her to stay on her throne, which she seemed to like, so his hands went back to her ass and grabbed it, keeping it both on the throne, and against his crotch. However, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep going being limited by such a thing. Tryndamere decided to just shake things up.

He got a better hold of her ass and made her rise. She made a bit of an exclamation, and her arms and legs immediately wrapped themselves around him. He began fucking her, standing up, looking at her with a smile. She seemed slightly surprised, but judging her enthusiasm, she had liked it. Tryndamere noticed the dress was actually rather heavy, especially considering it had a cape he hadn't noticed beforehand. He was pretty sure half her weight was because of the dress. But he was a strong man, and he could easily manhandle her regardless.

She caressed his beard and his hair and kissed his lower lips, a show of tenderness that her hips didn't share. He was doing most of the thrusting, but he could still feel her grinding along and humping herself, needing more of his shaft. But out of all the great things, there were few that beat how, thrust by thrust, her perfect curls loosened and her hair became messier, her lipstick smeared, and her forehead sweaty. That he managed that view by sex was a huge plus.

"I want you in my mouth" she said. His reaction couldn't have been faster.

He sat her down again on her throne, and she immediately laughed and began sucking him. There was no way she could be comfortable, she'd be much better on her knees, or crouched. But she wasn't complaining, and her sweet lips were now going up and down on his erection, so he wasn't the one to complain. Her head bobbled up and down, sucking him off completely, but she wasn't particularly messy. She could go surprisingly deep, but she didn't gag, and other than her smeared lipstick, it wasn't even dirty.

Tryndamere was conflicted. His whole body was immobile, not knowing what to do. He didn't know whether he should push with his hips to shove his member deeper, and he didn't know if he was expected to grab her head or her hair to fuck her face. Given how meticulously her hair was groomed, he assumed she would dislike it if he grabbed her, but he really wanted to. And he wasn't particularly capable of thinking straight, as his shaft throbbed, a result of a pair of beautiful red lips painting it.

He looked down at her and the temptation to do just that was too big. Her big, pristine blue eyes were beautiful, and so was her mouth wide open. His hands reached down, ready to grab her face. However, when he was actually in range, when it was just a manner of doing what he wanted, he decided to simply caress her hair. He deserved some sort of prize. Then, she pulled it out and gently slapped his shaft on her cheek, smiling at him. That was too much. No one could claim he hadn't tried.

He grabbed his dick and her head, and slid it whole down her mouth. When he was inside her, he used both of his hands and began fucking her mouth, very fast, going as deep as he could. He could feel her laugh around his manhood, while she looked up with that playful, bossy attitude of hers. He went even harder, but he couldn't make her gag, or even flinch. In fact, she seemed to use her tongue more than before.

She stood up, giving him time to take a deep breath. Her hands caressed his chest hair, and then she pushed him on the throne, making him sit down. He relaxed, as she jerked him with the lust overflowing through her eyes. But if he simply wanted the feel of her hand, he'd use a glove himself. He grabbed her hips and made her sit on top of him. She laughed it off, especially as he slid it in. She bit her lips and immediately began grinding, helping herself by grabbing his shoulders. He slapped her butt. Every time he did, Ashe squirmed and shook, so he did it a few times.

That throne was far more comfortable than his own, but his was just a bunch of iron and bones put together to form a chair-like abomination, so it wasn't rare. He'd be able to swallow his pride and use a heart-shaped throne too if it was anywhere near as comfortable as hers. He relaxed his back and his legs, and even his arms. He simply had his hands placed on her ass, and let her ride as she wanted.

She was a natural. She moved so fast and so energetically, Tryndamere was surprised. He had initially thought of her as a delicate woman, but she was anything but. Her breasts were right in front of him, at the perfect height of his eyes. Even confined in that dress, he could tell how gorgeous they were. He wanted to tear it apart and enjoy his wife-to-be's figure, but she wouldn't be as permissive of damaging her dress as she had been of her hairdo, or so he thought.

His eyes went on to focus on hers, he liked her pretty face, even more when it was at the brink of orgasm. He clutched her butt, but she didn't really seem to care. She was riding on her own terms, he was little more than an accessory. And even though both him and his dick appreciated it, he wasn't one to just sit by and let others do all the work.

His hands went up and hugged her waist, and pressed her body against his, to kiss her. Her hands circled around his chest and his shoulders for a while, before settling on his arms. Tryndamere really liked how she kissed. He'd get used to it, even when there was no sex involved. He felt her thighs trembling and her legs stiffening. She breathed quickly to his mouth. Her fingers tried to dug their nails on his biceps, but couldn't because of her gloves.

He went back to her ass, grabbed it, and began thrusting up, as she had begun to go slower. She moaned, and went back and forth uncontrollably, her body a wild mess shaking up with every movement. Her face was turning so red not even the makeup could hide it. He rammed with everything he got, all the energy he had been saving up ever since she took the reigns and began riding him. Her sex soaked him wet, but he didn't stop. Not when she squirmed, now when she moaned, not when her legs flailed. He only stopped to hug her and kiss her once she had calmed down. She rested her head on his chest, and for a few seconds, all movement was their mutual breathing, and his slow, tender humping.

"I will be your throne"

He had her stand up, turned around, and sat down again. She laughed throughout, having recovered that jovial energy he liked so much. Her back pressed against his torso. She grinded, moaning very slightly, and he went along with equally delicate movements. His hands coped her breasts from behind, crossing in front of her. He couldn't see her face, but he liked to imagine she was smiling.

Her hands alternated playing between his arms, the throne, and herself. His hands, similarly, had begun going from her breasts to her wet sex, to tease her clit. She was beginning to ride again, which means he could just rest his back against the throne and relax, but he didn't, opting to keep thrusting up and down. His dick was on the edge, really desperate to orgasm, but he wanted to keep going. It was so much fun, he wanted to keep it going for as long as he could, until his body really couldn't take it anymore.

Her cape was bothering him a bit. His hands slowly crept up in front of her, sliding his fingers all over her body, until he reached her delightful neck. He tried to remove her cape, but he couldn't. It was absurdly complicated, and he was trying not to tear it apart. And it's not like he wanted to slow down in the sex, either. Ashe laughed, before finally taking it off herself. She casted her cape aside, relaxed her back, and kissed Tryndamere behind her. His hands grabbed her thighs and went back to fuck her as much as he wanted.

As much as he appreciated her kissing, he slammed her up and down so hard and so often that she couldn't keep doing it, going back to moaning like before. His whole body was beginning to tire, as he was using all his energy in both having sex, and not going too far. It was just so good, though. She weighted so little, especially now that her monster of a cape was gone, that she was little more than a doll in his hands. A lovingly beautiful doll that squirmed and moaned when he touched her, of course.

He bit her neck, so hard he was worried he'd actually rip her throat. Similarly, his right hand groped her breast very violently, very roughly, and the left hand held her thigh in a way that, if his nails were actually sharper, he'd have drawn blood. He was also pounding her a bit too hard, but he was keeping her so tightly, that all she did was bouncing over and over. He grunted, and his body began shaking. She noticed, grabbed his wrists and got them away. She got up, but it was too late for him.

She looked back and giggled as his whole body shook and his dick shot up his load on his stomach. He looked at her with tender eyes, wondering why she got away, and he continued ejaculating. When he was done, he simply moaned. She smiled and lowered her mouth. She slurped his seed up, rubbing his chest with her hands. She giggled, and kept going. That wasn't so bad. That was actually really, really good.

Once he was completely cleaned up, she sat on his lap sideways and hugged him. She kissed him on the cheek.

"I'd say the negotiations were good, don't you think?"

He looked at her, and she looked at him. Ashe was so pretty. He hugged her, and kissed her on the forehead.

"It's going to be really good to be the King"