CHAPTER TWO
-Katarina-
Katarina plopped down on her large bed, housed in her room at the Institute. She had fought a total of three battles today, all sided with her fellow Noxians. The aches in her body felt better, the hot shower she took recently soothing them. Grabbing at the envelope at her dresser, Katarina scanned her eyes through it. She had been invited to Singed's place to celebrate theme day's victories. "Eh, why not. I won't have anything better to do today." Stretching her limbs and pulling on her tight, form-fitting clothes, Katarina decided to head out, despite it being only 5:30. There was still time until real fun began at Singed's, more around seven did the wild nature begin.
-Ashe-
Ashe let out a low sigh, the air changing into the moderate temperature of the Institute. No sooner had they arrived did Tryndamere tighten his grasp on her wrist before throwing it to the side, knocking Ashe off balance.
"Six deaths..." Tryndamere paced the room, his forehead resting against a wall, the Freljordian crest hanging above him. "Six..."
Ashe laid her bow and quiver down carefully next to a table by the door, laying down her hunting dagger as well. Approaching her husband, Ashe laid a hand gently on his shoulder. "Tryndamere."
"DEATHS!" Tryndamere snapped at his wife, pounding his fist into the wall and turning quickly, slapping Ashe so hard she stumbled away. Clutching her face for a moment, Ashe felt nothing but the searing pain in her cheek. Grabbing his wife's wrist, the Barbarian pulled her back towards him and grasped both wrists in his callous hands. "You died six times in that battle! SIX!" The grip on her wrists tightened and the Frost Archer struggled to break free. "You died one less than Anivia who absolutely SUCKED!" Tryndamere growled, spit flying from his mouth.
"Tryndamere! That's no way to talk about Anivia! She's my friend!" Ashe retorted back to the King, though she tried to maintain a calm tone. It was hard though, her face distorted as the burning in her cheek pestered her.
"Your friends suck then! Especially that damned Nunu! Didn't even help me one bit! I was carrying the team better than you!" Tryndamere raged back, his wife's words making him even angrier. Releasing her wrists, Tryndamere stomped around, cursing at everything he passed by. "THAT DAMNED FIGHT HAD KATARINA IN IT! KATARINA! DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID TO MY PEOPLE!? AND YOU BLEW IT, WE COULD HAVE PROVEN THE BARBARIANS MIGHT!" Tryndamere took his sword up, yelling out in fury and using his blade to knock over a plethora of dressers, tables, and accessories upon the table.
"Tryndamere! They're my people too." Ashe stated, standing calm in the middle of the room as her husband raged around her.
Stopping, Tryndamere went calm and Ashe knew she had made a grave mistake. She stood frozen, not daring to breathe and her eyes flickered with worry. "What did you say woman?" The King spoke through clenched teeth, and upon no answer he threw his sword to his side and rushed Ashe. Tryndamere grabbed Ashe by her shoulders, hoisting her up and glaring into her eyes. "Your people? You're fragile and weak. We barbarians are strong, our muscles bulge from our skin. Even the women have pronounced muscles. You? You may be fit but you are NOT a barbarian!" Tryndamere fumed at his wife, and as she shrank back into his arms with hurt clearly shining in her eyes; something ticked within the King. "SEE! THAT! YOU'RE PATHETIC, PASSIVE ATTITUDE. YOU GET TO ME ASHE SOMETIMES, YOU'RE JUST..." Tryndamere stopped, clenching his teeth and growling at the pounding in his head. His rage was building, aching to be released and he huffed with fury. Opening his eyes and staring at his wife, a grin formed on his face. Ashe knew that look and there was a slight flicker of fright that crossed her expression. "Just so fragile and soft." His grip tightened on the Frost Archer, easily tossing her across the room and onto the large King-sized bed in the middle of the room. Ashe had no time to react as Tryndamere was on top of her in a second. "Ashe... though you may not be a barbarian, your body is much more appealing." Tryndamere grinned, focusing his rage into primal lust as he stared down at the face of his wife.
-TIME SKIP-
Tryndamere opened the door of the bathroom, kicking it open with his foot and laughing heartily. Steam rolled out of the bathroom and fogged the windows of the large bedroom. The Barbarian King seemed to enjoy scalding showers, despite normally living in such cold conditions. Ashe never understood it, preferring her showers to be cold, the temperature of her skin. Wearing only a towel around his waist, Tryndamere strolled over to the mirror, admiring his body's reflection. "These scars are from countless battles of my people! Victorious of course!" Tryndamere once more let out a chuckle, flexing to himself in the mirror; from the corner of his eye, he watched Ashe as she slowly made her way out of the bathroom as well. Her face seemed pained as she made her way towards the dresser, a single towel covering her nude form, stopping close to her upper thighs. Tryndamere grinned at the sight and made his way over to his wife, slinging an arm around her shoulder. Ashe grabbed quickly at her towel, making sure the force of the man's arm didn't make it fall. Tryndamere, noticing the slight action simply laughed and pulled his wife close to his chest, squeezing her in a tight hug that left her breathless and wincing in pain. "Let it fall girl! Ain't no one but us in here and I've already seen that form of yours!" With a grin and a loud chuckle, Tryndamere whipped his towel off, leaving his bottom half uncovered.
His upper portion of his body was extremely muscular, bulging out from his skin and not stopping there. The Barbarians hands were large and rough, years of handling cold weather and his sword. His legs, unlike his arms were covered with a slight fuzz of black hair, though they contained just as much muscle and power as his arms and chest. Hanging between his legs, was what he would call his most impressive muscle. The manhood between his legs was quite the looker, if someone were to get the chance of seeing it. His penis, though flaccid, far exceeded the above average size; one could only imagine its length erect. The thickness was not to shy away from either, it too far exceeding the norm. His balls were also quite prominent, bigger than most and he was glad to flaunt it. Grinning down at his own genitalla, Tryndamere laughed and looked to his wife. "The most impressive! Hell, I could just imagine this baby diving into someone tight!" With a sudden grin, Tryndamere turned to Ashe and approached her from behind. The Queen had looked away from her husband, going back towards the dresser to pick out her clothes. She let out a small, audible gasp of shock as the towel was wrenched from her body and Tryndamere wrapped his arms around her waist. Ashe blinked back her surprise, a blush entering her cheeks as she stared at herself in the mirror which Tryndamere had moved her to. She had an average stature for the female champions, hovering around the 5'10 mark, yet Ashe was quite the looker.
Her pale complexion complimented her pure, snowy white hair that draped over her shoulders, ending just under her breasts. Her body was well toned, not a single flubby part evident on her skin. No muscles stood out prominently, but you could tell her arms held muscle, as well as her legs. Her stomach also showed the outline of slight abs under her tight skin. Ashe attempted to dress moderately, her breasts actually quite underestimated as Tryndamere liked to say. The fleshy orbs bounced to life, firm and round, and actually quite big. The Frost Archer's behind was also bigger than expected, though it was more fit and firm, though it did not lack bounce. Tryndamere grinned behind her, moving his hands up to her breasts to grab them roughly. Ashe tensed her body, watching Tryndamere's eyes graze her form in the mirror. "Gotta love that ass, and that pussy." Tryndamere complimented his wife, albeit a bit offensively. Ashe bit her lip, blinking her eyes as another blush flushed over her cheeks. "Ashe! Babe! You've got a body of a woman! These breasts, that ass, and not to mention your hairless pussy. Man are you tight! I can't believe after all our encounters you're still that tight! It's like heaven." Tryndamere grinned squeezing the Queen's breasts roughly which caused her to straighten in surprise. "All that cold and snow up in Freljord has frozen the body hair clean off ya." Letting his eyes drink in her form for a little while longer, Tryndamere turned his wife forcibly, giving her a long, rough kiss on her lips. Ashe leaned back, trying to get out of it but the grip upon her head and back prevented her from doing so. The Frost Archer's eyes darted around quickly, she had no reaction to the onslaught on her lips, despite the tongue that flicked against her lips and the teeth that grazed her lips.
After a long minute, Tryndamere pulled away with a smack of his lips and a grin on his features. "Man! Our fuckings really put me in a great mood my Queen!" Tryndamere turned away, off to put on his own clothes. "Get your clothes on! We're going out tonight!" Ashe grimaced upon his words, she never really cared for curses, especially whenever Tryndamere would talk like that. She couldn't help but think of the events that had just happened, shuddering as she tenderly touched her petals; they still tingled from the experience. Ashe's own bruises Tryndamere would leave in his primal rage were finally losing their burn. Able to keep his teeth away from her neck and face, Ashe was left with scattered hickeys. Most of them resided on her breasts or upper stomach, but some of them reached to her inner thighs. The slap delivered to her face had darkened the skin slightly, and Ashe soon knew a bruise would be forming. Angry tears formed in her eyes as she yelled internally at herself for not being able to stop him. An angry sigh escaped her lips, her eyes burning with passion. She knew her efforts would be in vain, Tryndamere was unstoppable unless by death when he was enraged. Ashe let out a shaky breath slowly, thinking of her home and people in Freljord.
"For peace in Freljord." Ashe thought, forcing a smile through her lips. "I do what I must for my people, for peace, and for unity. Marrying Tryndamere was one of the best decisions I could make for our nation." Reassuring herself mentally, she was unaware of Tryndamere until he placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.
"I know you're a sexy looker but you better throw some clothes on before you head out naked!" Ashe nodded, heading over to the dresser and putting on her traditional black and gold uniform. Tryndamere grinned, wearing his own normal garb and grabbing his sword on the way out; Ashe too grabbed her bow and quiver as her pulled her out the door.
...
The couple moved briskly through the hallways, the summer sun just fading over the horizon, the time nearing 7:15. "Oh Ashe! We're going to celebrate our recent activities, I feel as if that was one of the best in ages!" Tryndamere laughed out loud, his arm looped around the Frost Archer's waist and curling her into his body.
"We're headed to Gragas' then?" Ashe sighed, dread filling her at the thought of being stuck with Tryndamere when he was drunk. Tryndamere only laughed at her suggestion, shaking his head and walking straight past the bar.
"Silly Queen! I said we were going to celebrate! We're going to Singed's place!" Tryndamere grinned and Ashe held back her surprised expression.
"Singed's bar? You know many people from our side of the Institute go in there! It's mostly those from Noxus or Zaun." Ashe stated, though Tryndamere shrugged at her and patted her rump as the lighting began to dim. The Institute had many rooms, and two bars, one belonging to Singed and the other to Gragas. Mainly champions from Zaun and Noxus kept to one side of the Institute and the champions from the other city-states to the other side, therefore there was a bar on either side.
"Listen honey, Noxus had many victories today." Tryndamere stopped, his voice growing dark and he gripped Ashe's behind tightly, obviously remembering the days events. He calmed himself quickly, though kept a firm hold on Ashe. "Singed is bound to make potent beverages to celebrate, the Zaunites and Noxians, despite how I despise some, they know how to drink like a true barbarian." Ashe could only listen and force herself to walk as the sign for Singed's bar flickered into view.
-Katarina-
Katarina squeezed her way into the bar, the place was packed with Zaunites and Noxians alike, almost all of them drinking some sort of beverage. There were a few others there, though none of them too far off from being a rogue or Noxian. Off in a dark part of the bar was Vayne, tipping in a chair leaning against the wall, her face solemn beneath her red glasses. Together in a corner were Fiddlesticks and Veiger, even Ziggs had ventured down to join them, though he wasn't too out of place with the Zaunites. Gangplank and Graves were sitting on the same booth Twisted Fate was at, though they appeared to be quiet and snickering over a few glasses of alcoholic beverage. Taking up a large portion of the bar stood Hecarim, Sion, Urgot, Blitzcrank, and Dr. Mundo, chatting away and laughing about nothing in particular. Katarina spotted many other champions scattered across the bar, either chatting with summoners or mingling between groups. The assassin was able to locate Warwick, Vladmir, LeBlanc, Morgana, Renekton, Twitch, Synda, and Viktor. Looking around for her own group, Katarina was alerted to the sound of Draven calling her name near the front of the bar, near the counters. Making her way through the tight crowd, Katarina saw the table usually occupied by the members of her "group". The table was pulled close to the bar stools where two of them were taken. Darius sat besides Swain on the stools while the table occupied Cassiopeia, Draven, and Talon.
...
"Glad you could make it sister, I thought you were going to miss out on the celebration of Noxus' big wins today." Cassiopeia greeted her sister with an edge to her voice, obviously rubbing in the fact Cassiopeia had gotten a seat between the boys.
"Please, like I care you get to indulge in your sexual fantasies by sitting near Darius and Talon." Katarina shot back at the snake-woman, pleased with the hiss and curling of tail as a response. Sitting down next to Talon, Swain was the first to speak up amongst the group.
"Great job all of you today. Your wins helped prove the might of Noxus, especially defeating those Demacians in that one round." Darius nodded his agreement, though he seemed to have a sour look on his face as he stared through the crowd. "I'm pleased with all of you and I'm glad to buy the drinks tonight." Draven showed his excitement, standing up and applauding over dramatically.
"Swain is doing something nice for once, we need to record this." Katarina smirked, twirling her straw that came with her cocktail.
"We should, it's not often the almighty Swain cares for his underlings." Katarina agreed to the statement, taking a sip from her soda as Swain glared at the two, Beatrice mimicking its master.
"That's all well but I can't believe that thing is here." Darius suddenly broke into the conversation, his tone dripping with hatred. Katarina was confused at the Hand of Noxus' sudden outburst, gazing through the crowd until it parted a ways.
"Riven?" Katarina questioned, noticing the platinum-haired warrior sitting at a lonely booth a few tables away. The warrior was twirling her fork across her plate that was half-full of food.
"Don't you dare speak its name." Darius barked at Katarina and she couldn't help but smirk at him.
"She has a name y'know, who made you the boss to change her name?" Katarina couldn't help but edge on the brute, one of her favorite pastimes.
"She's a traitorous dog! An exile!" He spat the words, glowering at her as he spoke. "Why can't she go to Gragas' place instead, this place is for real Noxians."
"You honestly think they'll accept her there? There's Ionians and Demacians there, you think they like her any better?" Cassiopeia stated matter-of-factly, taking a sip of her own cocktail.
"Still, she could go hang out with the Yordles or Freljordians for all I care. Just. Not. Here." He growled out, turning to face the bar counter and taking a swig of his beer.
Singed had appeared, leaning against the counter and listening in on Darius' rant. "Speaking of which, look what the winds just blew in." Katarina looked up, wondering what Singed could be getting to. The assassin held in a look of surprise as Ashe and Tryndamere stepped into the bar.