AN: This chapter is going to be very sexual. There is a reason I rated it how I did… So don't come complaining to me if you were shocked at what I wrote. I gave you fair warning.

Ashe awoke to a warm and tingly sensation throughout her entire body. Immediately she thought this was sort of strange since she lived in Freljord, and she almost never woke up with a warm and tingly feeling. Blinking open her icy blue eyes she inhales sharply from shock. Just as she had thought she wasn't at home in Freljord with her King. Instead she was shackled to a bed, her clothes stripped away, in a room she had never seen before in her life. Hearing something move she turns her attention to the corner of the room where Brand pushes himself away from the wall and towards his captured queen. "Finally, I was beginning to think I was going to have to wake you up myself."

The frost archer struggled against her restraints and looked down at her exposed body. This wasn't supposed to happen, not to her. Her mind kept flashing to Tryndamere, wondering if he even cared that she was gone. "Whatever it is you plan on doing.. I suggest you change your mind now. Tryndamere will come and he won't have mercy on you.." The queen's words were hesitant and all too doubtful. Brand shook his head and reached over, letting his hand caress the pale white flesh of her thighs. "You don't believe that now do you my dear?" An malicious smirk spread across his lips as he allowed his eyes to wander over her body yet again.

The room began to spin as Ashe began to realize the full magnitude of the situation. This was going to happen whether she liked it or not, there was no way to stop Brand. Not in her current state. If she was lucky Nunu or Anivia would come to her rescue, but even that was doubtful. Brand climbed onto the bed and lowered himself onto the vulnerable girl. "If you don't struggle it won't hurt as much. You'll get used to the burning sensation soon enough. You'll even grow to enjoy it." He said with a sneer as he pressed his molten lips to hers. Keeping herself from crying out in pain she clenched her teeth, keeping her mouth firmly shut as Brand repeatedly tried to gain access into her mouth. Frustrated, Brand bites her lower lip painfully until she gasps in pain. Her mouth opened just wide enough for him to slip his tongue in, exploring for a moment before moving his way down to her neck and collarbone.

"Brand I urge you, stop this right now and no ill-fate will become of you." Ignoring her pleas the burning vengeance nips lightly at her neck. "This would be a lot easier if you would just be quiet Miss Ashe…" Brand looked up at her as his lips move slowly to her tits. Capturing her rosy nipples in his lips, his teeth grazing against them. Ashe's body went rigid as she felt his burning tongue violating her soft breasts. Gritting her teeth Ashe squeezed her eyes together to keep the tears from spilling down her face. It was bad enough that this was happening to her, but it was even worse that his touch literally burned her skin and made her squirm in pain. He reached up, kneading her perky breast and raising his eyes to watch her reactions as he continued to explore her body.

Brand could feel himself hardening, and decided that he was almost done with exploring her body. There was only one last thing he wanted to do before having his way with her. Moving his head down between her legs he allowed himself to steal a glance, watching her eyes fill with terror as she quickly realized what he was about to do. Letting the tip of his tongue trail lightly against her womanhood he grins, knowing that despite how much Ashe wants to hate this her body is reacting appropriately. Her hips squirmed as his tongue explored her small slit, watching her face he slowly pushes a finger into the young queen. A gasp escaped her lips as her legs began to shake, her lower lip quivering in an attempt to stop her tears. Slipping in a second finger continues to move them steadily, sucking gently on Ashe's clit. "Brand please..." Her voice was soft as she begged for him to stop.

"If I didn't have my own needs to satisfy I could do this all day my sweet Ashe…." Pushing himself up off of her he removes his clothes, standing fully erect in front of her. Ashe cringed and tugged hard against the chains that bound her, they were beginning to dig into her skin but she would rather endure that pain than take part in what was about to happen to her. "Brand please I'm begging you don't do this! Please I'll do anything!" Tears streamed down her face as she felt his thighs burning against hers, his weight causing the end of the bed to dip down just slightly. "Anything you say? Well then in that case.." A smile crossed Brand's fiery lips as he prodded the tight young archer, watching her face as he allowed an inch or two to penetrate.

Tryndamere hurried towards Lokfar, at best he could make it there by the next day. But, to him that wasn't fast enough. Nothing would ever be fast enough as thoughts and images flashed through his mind. What if Ashe wasn't okay? What unspeakable things would Brand be doing to her when he arrived? Would he be able to contain his rage when he saw the monster that caused his precious queen harm? "Ashe I am so sorry.. I am coming.." The king muttered as he looked to the sky. Hoping that by some miracle things would be okay and that he would arrive in time to save his archer from terrible punishments.

Anivia swooped down overhead and landed softly in front of the King, forcing him to stop abruptly. "Tryndamere you're going to need help. From what I heard Brand didn't plan this alone. You never know who could be there with them. Perhaps Sejuani and Lissandra are there too. You're going to need help. Let me come with you." Anivia begged, her red eyes contrasting her icy feathers. Reaching up to rub his temples Tryndamere sighed and looked at the bird with weary eyes.

"I will let you come. But I need you to go get Gragas. We will meet in Lokfar and go from there. Anivia...Pl.. Just go. Tell that fat old fool to hurry it up." Biting his tongue he skirts around the bird as she takes off to go get the drunken idiot. He had almost let go off his composure and begged for the bird to hurry. Anivia didn't know that he truly loved Ashe. Gragas was the only one who knew at the moment. But, after this he knew it was time to let Ashe know how he truly felt and that he would never let something like this happen to her again.

Ashe tried to ignore the burning sensation between her legs as Brand pressed closer and closer, attempting to go deeper with each thrust. "You had me fooled.. I would expect the Queen of Frejlord to be cold all over. But you are almost as hot as me." He roared with laughter as he pushed completely against her, watching her limp form whimper with pain. The queen held completely still, her stomach turning in a way that made her want to vomit. She lay still for a few moments before thrashing and tugging at the chains, trying desperately to somehow push Brand away from her. To get the burning to stop and the torture to end. "Get off you sick bastard!"

"Hold still!" He grunted, leaning forward to press his hand to her neck. Effectively pinning her to the bed and putting an end to any vocal protests she was making. Giving into his own primal needs, he removes his hand from her neck and places them on the bed to give himself leverage. Ashe seemed to have slipped away mentally, although she was still slightly struggling against the restraints as Brand pounded relentlessly against her. "I wish Tryndamere were here. So he could watch me violate his icy queen." He then began to unchain her feet, tightly gripping her ankles so she couldn't struggle to much against him. Lifting her legs he places them on his shoulders, holding them tightly against his body. Ashe's body went rigid as Brand hit just the perfect spot, her vision blurring at the edges. A smirk spread across his lips as he slowed down making sure to hit the spot each and every time to try and get her to reach her own climax. He picked up the pace, all too aware of what he was doing to the young queen. No matter how much she struggled against him or tried to deny him there was still a part of her that was enjoying each and every second of it. A moan began to escape the queens lips, her body overcome with ecstasy as she reached her climax. "I knew you were a little slut.." With a grin Brand pushed harder and deeper into her, working to bring himself as much pleasure as she had.

A wave of panic came over Ashe as she realized what had just happened, and it sickened her that Brand was the one to illicit such a reaction from her. Energy filled her as she began to struggled against his fiery chest, pulling hard at her restraints. "Stop it! Get off me!" Her voice shook as tears began to fill her eyes. It was just too much for her to handle, mentally and physically. "I can't do this! Brand stop it!" The bed shook with the ferocity of her struggles and his thrusts. With a frown he slowed down, pulling away for just a moment. "I wish I didn't have to do this but you have really left me with no choice.."

Wrapping his burning fingers around her neck he squeezes hard, penetrating her once more with his flaming defiler. Lowering her legs to his sides Brand leans over and brings his lips to her ear, and whispers softly to her. "I bet Tryndamere has never made you feel this good." Ashe struggles with all her might, black spots beginning to cover her vision as her oxygen supply is cut off. She refused to believe that anything he was saying to her could possibly be true, and even though she doubted Tryndamere would show she still prayed for him to come rescue her from this hell. As her body rocked with Brand's rhythmic motions, she quickly loses consciousness and slips into darkness. No longer having to worry about her struggles, Brand lets his hands explore his body as he brings himself closer to the edge. His body overcome with pleasure he pulls out of the queen, spilling his load over her pale white breasts. Surprised at how this time, it actually begins to burn her soft flesh. "It would have been so much better if I could have kept you awake the whole time." With a grin Brand brushes a strand of hair from her face and dresses himself quickly. Walking to the door he steals a look back at the defenseless queen and grins. With that he takes his leave, his feet burning footsteps into the ground.