Northern Winds
Author: Ark Angel HFB
"Talking" & "Thinking"
Chapter 4: Fervor
Ashe met the smirk on the barbarian's face for only a second before she grimaced and swallowed. "And already, you are making me regret it." She closed her eyes as Tryndamere's lips reached hers and the two tumbled back onto the bed. Her arms wrapped around his neck to hold him in the kiss. Her mouth parted as her tongue slipped across Tryndamere's lips, where the taste of Gragas' magical spirit still lingered.
The two landed with Tryndamere straddling Ashe, his hands finding their way to her shoulders. "Like the Void, am I letting you take the lead." His head still spinning from the drink as he parted his lips to deepen the exchange. He tilted his head, stealing a breath as the two fought for dominance in the exchange.
Ashe broke away first, as she sucked in a deep breath. She felt Tryndamere shift over her as he half kissed, half nibbled, along her jawline until he reached her ear.
"The dress needs to go now." Tryndamere mumbled between breaths. One strong hand slipped from Ashe's shoulder to the bed before he pushed himself up. His other hand moved to the back of Ashe's neck as he began to fumble with the knot that held on her dress.
"What are you waiting for?" Ashe teased as she caught her breath and brought her hands to the bed, pushing herself up until her forehead rested against Tryndamere's. "Well?" Her eyes locked with his as both held still, taking in each other's breath.
Tryndamere sat back a bit to balance as he moved his other hand up to help as he pulled and twisted at the knot.
"Problem?" Ashe coyly asked, her cool breath soft on Tryndamere's cheek.
Little time passed until Tryandamere resorted to glaring at Ashe, who was letting her enjoyment of his frustration show plainly. "Would it kill you to tie one normal damn knot?"
"Funny..." Ashe reached behind her neck brushing Tryndamere's hands away, her mouth curling into a sly smile.
A shiver ran down his spine, followed by a rush of heat everywhere else. He pulled back, a questioning eyebrow raising as Ashe grinned up at him. His breath was once again short and rushed as he waited.
"It is just..." Ashe paused. With nimble fingers, she worked the knot for a second before the cords of blue fabric slipped apart. "I really thought removing clothing would be a trick a barbarian would know."
"Oh don't worry..." Tryndamere paused, his hand moved up to her chin before his lip on hers forcefully pushed Ashe to her back. His hands moved to the collar of her dress, his eyes trialing over the woman under him, noting the curves that the dress clung to. "It is."
The sound of ripping fabric echoed through the room as Ashe felt a rush of air over her chest. "What just..." Ashe lifted her head, glancing down at the ripped dress before glaring up at the grinning fool. "Really?"
"You asked for a trick." Tryndamere said, his voice rough as he took in the view of Ashe's exposed body. A flat thin white cloth wrapped around only her chest preserving her modesty.
"MORON!" Ashe covered her face, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I liked this dress."
"Shh, you'll like this more." Tryndamere responded in a breathy voice. His palm cupped her breast. He stared at her face as with every rise and fall of her breathing, his hand pushed against her.
Ashe leaned up, reaching her hand to cup Tryndamere's face. She felt his hot breath on her wrist as her palm brushed over his rough stubble. "I'd better." She breathed as she let her fingers glide over his face, tracing a cool soft path along his jawline and then looping over his ear to rest in the space behind his ear. His face felt so warm as she brought her lips to his again, wrapping her arms around his neck, this time being the one to pull them both flat to the bed.
Tryndamere began to press with his hand, working over Ashe and devouring the moans he earned from her. "Move up." He lifted himself as she slid further on to the bed, and out of the ruined dress.
Ashe arched her back as she felt his lips on her neck and then her collar as his hand ran down her body.
Tryndamere used his chin to catch and then push the fabric that covered her breast, as his mouth teased the soft skin underneath. He rested his palm on the simple cloth garment that covered Ashe's lower modesty. Over and over his fingers cupped her as he pressed with his palm, kneading.
"What are y-" Ashe sucked in a breath through her teeth as Tryndamere's teeth encircled her breast. "Who does he think he is?" Her eyes closed and her mind foggy as she breathed heavily. "What do you think you're doing?"
Tryndamere began to roughly tap her womanhood with his middle finger. "If yah got a better idea for something more fun speak up." He kept the rhythm slow and toying as he stared up at Ashe. "Whadda yah want?"
Ashe kept her breath as steady as she could. "Like the Void is he winning at this." She refused to speak as she fought flinching at each tap, the thin undergarment giving little protection.
Tryndamere smirked. "Well if yah bored we should move on."
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The shovel head shattered, metal fragments scattering into the snow covered ground. "I Yield!" Scream the man as he stumbled backwards into a snowdrift, dropping the shattered makeshift weapon.
The spiked flail crushed through snow, leaving only a red mist that fell painting the small snowy knoll as it settled. Straightening up, the woman turned to look over the village that burned. The sun barely shone and most of the area was lit with the red blazing fires of the huts. "Never mind living with honor, they can't even die with it."
"MY QUEEN, MY QUEEN!" A horseback rider yelled as he waved a free hand to the woman.
The Woman bushed the already frozen red mist from her face. She turned to the rider as he pulled up next to her and dismounted in a rush.
"My Queen, I have news!" The man said as he dug into a satchel at his hip and pulled out a fine scroll.
"Enough Sigurd, I'm no Queen, Yet." The woman said with a huff, her breath circling her in a white cloud. "Now what news is this?"
"It's about that coward." Sigurd handed the scroll over.
The woman snatched the paper from the messenger. Her eyes scanned over it, reaching the bottom before she started again from the brow furrowed and she pushed the paper back into the man's hands. "Read it…"
"My Queen?" Sigurd asked.
The Woman looked away, her face tight as she looked at the ground. "That script... is foreign to me." She gripped the collar of her armor, pulling it away from her neck to let her breath with ease while looking down. "If you can, Read it for me."
Sigurd looked at the text, the letters styled in a common script used by nearly all of Valoran. "Are you injured?"
"I am fine. What does it say?" The woman asked in a low voice.
Sigurd nodded, holding the paper as he glanced over it again. "Of course. It is an announcement. Ashe ruler of the Avarosan has wed Tryndamere the Barbarian leader. The rest of Valoran is recognizing them as King and Queen of all Freljord. A celebration for them is being held in Demacia"
"WHAT!?" The woman looked up, her eyes wide as she left her weapon handle leaning on her side to snatch the paper with both hands staring at it. "That whore! THAT CHEAP! WHORE! COWARD!" The woman used both hands to crumple the paper into a ball before she threw it to the ground. She brought her hand up, placing two fingers in her mouth before taking in a deep breath and letting out a shrill whistle. "BRISTLE COME!"
With a loud rumble, a massive Freljord boar lumbered around the corner of a burning hut and charged to the Woman's side. With almost no effort the woman swung herself up into the saddle on the back of the boar, her flail resting across her lap.
"My Queen, Sejuani, what do we do?"
Sejuani's face was flushed with rage. "We're finished here. Sigurd, get the men, We ride to greet that Coward." Sejuani dug her heels into the side of Bristle spurring the boar forward.
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Long blonde hair flowed as the woman turned. "I see, when did this happen?"
"If all has gone well, it was scheduled for very early this morning ma'am." The kneeling woman said. "Is there a message I may take back with me. Good tidings from the Frostguard?"
"Certainly, it is too joyous an event for a mere message. The bringing together of our people. This union brings new hope." The long haired woman smiled as she walked. "I believe I should go myself. We must make a great show of solidarity."
The short messenger's face was gleeful. "That is wonderful. I will depart at once so we may make ready for your visit."
"Depart? No, no. Wouldn't you rather stay a while and rest. You have traveled very far with such wondrous news. As a reward for such grand news, I insist you enjoy the city."