HEY GUYS, GUESS WHO'S BACK!?

Yup, its truly me, the one and only Wings Senpai! And I've come bearing News!

Now if you're here for the story, just read this sentence then go off to read the story. This chapter is a long chapter and it contains a Lemon, so Perverts, have at it!

Anyway, I'm sorry for my delay. For those who have not heard, I've recently just changed countries and joined a University. My classes are slowly starting and each day I find myself with less and less time for writing. But, I'm having lots of fun here as I'm finally being able to live a solo-life!

Also, I'm quite happy to say that I've found myself a curious little blonde creature who enchants me with her presence. She's also been a large cause of my procrastination from writing, but she has also been cause for something much better. My dear readers, I finally feel a twinge of warmth in my cold, numb interior. I feel a pulse within the dark oblivion surrounding my soul. She might be a thousand miles away from me, yet her presence is something I feel within myself and, for the first time in God-knows-how-long, I finally feel like I'm not that forsaken in life. I finally feel less morose and morbid. Because someone out there cares for me in the same special way i care for them. Its nothing too serious yet, but Its something. A Rose blooms wonderfully if it grows, but it needs nurturing and it needs time. And I plan on caring for it as much as I can to help it bloom into something beautiful. You guys should also thank her, as she's been helping me just as much as my muse has been to write.

With all of that out of the way, I give to you the long-awaited long-overdue update xD
Enjoy

~ Wings Senpai

Those wishing to simply read the lemon or to skip it (not advised; lots of fluff and character development), the scene begins at the first Line-Divider within the story and ends at the second Line Divider. A Line Divider is these lines that this little message is surrounded by above and below. I normally use them to separate my author's notes from my story, so I rarely use it in the middle of my story, so it should be easy to spot, no? xD
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In her Icy Embrace

Chapter 13: Seek what isn't sought after

They began their trek early next morning. Like Lissandra, Ashe took the majority of her military might with her, leaving some to hold Rakkelstake. They trekked towards the North-West, where Sejuani's last whereabouts had been. Ashe walked near the front of the group, along with Lissandra and Alan. They were trailed by both Lissandra's Congelate and Ashe's Royals, Reinhart and Analia in them both, fully armored.

"From what I hear, Sejuani seems like a real hard nut to crack." Alan said with a small frown as Ashe groaned. "You have no idea, Alan." Ashe said. "She's always been one to put strength over wisdom, yet her tactical knowledge in battle surpasses both mine and Lissandra's." Ashe said.

"However, what she has in that, she lacks in civil skills. Her people are barbaric and rash. They lack the finesse of the Avarosans and edge of the Iceborn, relying only on raw strength." Lissandra said with a small hint of contempt in her cold tone.

"So how do we persuade Sejuani to join forces with us?" Alan asked. "She might be rash… But she's not stupid and she cares for her people, just as we do." Ashe said, eyes unfocused in thought.

"But we'll have to prove our might to her." Lissandra said, crossing her arms. "She won't follow us if she deems us weak."

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to beat her in battle then." Alan said as he tightened his grip on Frig Ascutis.

The walk was long, arduous and silent. Even after hours of walking, they saw no signs of Sejuani nor the Temple of the Seeker. Reinhart nodded, taking the updates from a messenger who had just come back from the outriding scouts, letting him know it was still clear for miles around them. Analia watched with small curiousity. He always seemed so stoic and composed, his serious demeanor making him look like he was very old, yet whenever he seemed to joke with her, he seemed so young and full of life again.

As if sensing her gaze, Reinhart looked over to her. Analia tied her long golden hair back in a ponytail, her green eyes blinking at him, her lips a pale pink in the cold air. "Anything wrong?" He asked as Analia blinked again before averting her gaze forward again. "No, Its nothing." She said.

Up front, Alan brought up his right arm and loosened his gauntlet, pulling it off and holding it in the crook of his elbow before continuing to take the glove off as well, inspecting his hand. He flexed his right hand, feeling the full mobility of it. The stiffness had gone as well, although now only a white scar remained. The blue marks were still there on the back of his hand, as well as all over his arm. Grimacing, he pulled his gloves back on and put his gauntlet back on as well, tightening it.

Lissandra had been watching.

"Do you regret it, Alan?" She asked.

"Regret what?" He asked, looking over at her with eyebrows slightly raised.

"Picking Frig Ascutis up." Lissandra asked. Alan frowned, thinking about it before he shook his head. "I don't." He replied.
"Why not?" She asked.

"It was my fate. I was destined to wield this blade… And even if I had not, Its not like I had a great life to go back to." He muttered.

Lissandra tilted her head. "You know, Alan, you never told me about your life." She said gently, hoping it wasn't a painful past.

Alan shrugged. "There's not really much to say, honestly. I was born and raised in Piltover, my father was a foreign inventor and my mother was the one who raised me. My father died in an accident when I was very young. My mother died back when I was 17 years old, out of a sickness borne from the cold, ironically. I worked there as an adventurer, taking part in trips and hikes to dangerous unexplored places so they could be mapped or a mission could be completed. An ordinary life, really. And like you saw, I didn't even know the extent of my powers until I got here. Even coming to Freljord was supposed to be a well-paying job." Alan's eyes slowly widened as he thought about what had happened to his home. What about the other hikers? They were all dead yet he was alive. The thought of it made him slightly bitter. Those men deserved to live too. They had families, maybe. Loved ones. People who would miss them. But Alan had left because there was no one who would miss him if he went here.

"Honestly… I came here to die." He said quietly.

A step faltered, but Lissandra recovered quickly, looking at Alan through her helmet. She didn't say anything. Alan smirked a bit. "But Its okay. I have things to do now. Things to accomplish. People to live for." He said, glancing at Lissandra and giving her a reassuring smile. Lissandra looked back at him, unsure of how to respond to his… warmness.

The rest of the journey had indeed lasted in non-important silence. Hours upon hours passed.

Finally, a scout came running back to them. "Queen Ashe! I've found them! I've already spoken with the perimeter guards and they told me to let you know that Sejuani will meet you outside of her camp." The man said.

"Sejuani doesn't trust us." Ashe said.
"We're nearly twenty thousand strong. Ofcourse she wouldn't trust us when we've showed up with an army to her doorstep." Lissandra said. "If we hadn't arrived together, she would've sent back a welcome party with our messenger, thinking either of us were attacking her."

Trekking through a bit more distance, A few figures finally became clear through the blizzard. Sejuani was easily distinguishable as she stood next to her great battle boar. Alan couldn't help but marvel at the sight of her. She looked every bit like the warlord she was reputed to be. She was taller than him, almost as tall as Reinhart, standing at perhaps a massive 6 foot 1 inch in all her armor, which made her taller than Lissandra (Though Lissandra keeping herself raised on ice when she glided through the snow gave her an extra feet). She nearly towered over Ashe and her seemingly puny 5 feet 5 inch height. And her boar was even more massive, almost 12 feet at Its tallest, with tusks large enough to run an entire man through.

"Ashe. Sejuani. What an unpleasant surprise." Sejuani said, her voice loud and firm as she crossed her armored arms. "State your business." She said, a no-nonsense attitude.

"Sejuani. The watchers are rising again." Ashe said. Sejuani turned her frosty glare onto Ashe. "I know that, princess." She said the word mockingly, making Ashe's eyes flash for a second.
"And?" Ashe asked.
"And what? Do you expect me to tell you I've got some grand scheme ready to beat them?" Sejuani said, guffawing loudly at that before shaking her head. "That's the Ice Bitch's job." She said, gesturing with her chin at Lissandra.

"Watch your tongue, you savage." Lissandra hissed as Sejuani grinned at Lissandra. "Think your little posse scares me, Ice Bitch? I'll call you whatever the fuck I want whenever the fuck I feel like."

"Alright, Sejuani." Ashe said, trying to defuse the situation. "You know the watchers are rising, and yes, we do have a plan, but we need you to help us with it."

"Oh? What do you need?" Sejuani asked.

"We need your forces to join up with us. We're all going to do a last stand against the Watchers." Ashe said.
"Oh, okay so you need all my troops. Do you need all my dresses too? Maybe you want Bristle as well! Oh, and while you're at it, why not take my fucking flail too!" Sejuani said scathingly. She uttered a short snort of derision and then continued, "Look Ashe, Its cute that you and Ice Bitch here's getting along all nice and joining up to fight the Watchers, but I want no part of it nor do any of my people." Sejuani said.

"If we do not succeed, the watchers will come for you next, Sejuani." Lissandra said solemnly. "They seek vengeance from their last fall and they will not stop until all of us are dead."

"Well then, when they do come after us, I'll make sure to make them regret it." Sejuani said as she turned around.

"So this is the great Sejuani?" Alan said loudly. "Nothing but a coward, it looks to me." Sejuani, who had begun walking away, stopped. She turned around. "What did you just call me, boy?"

"Craven. Chicken. A disgrace to the rumors that are about you. A disappointment." Alan said as he stepped forward.

"And who the fuck are you?" She said, turning around and walking up to him. He didn't back down as she walked right upto him, looking down at him with her slight height advantage. She pushed up against him, but he didn't budge. "Some sort of glorified pet of Lissandra's?"

"My name is Alan Frost."

"Ah, the chosen one, as people like to call you. I've heard alot about you Alan Frost. Sejuani said as she turned around with a grin, walking back to her boar. She took her flail from him and whipped it out to full length, the heavy piece of ice at Its end dropping into the snow with a crunch. "Draw your magic sword, Alan Frost, and we'll see how it goes up against my flail of Permafrost."

Alan drew out the broken blade of Frig Ascutis. The tingling ran through him as he held it infront of him. Wind began blowing as it condensed around Alan's sword, a swirling mass of wind as small specks of ice began flying around it as well, the indigo blade of dark ice forming until it was complete.

"Step aside, Alan." Reinhart said in a dark voice as Alan looked back at him. "What?" He asked, slightly taken aback.

"I won't let this woman insult my Queen infront of me while doing nothing." Reinhart said, stepping past Alan as he looked at him. Alan stared back at Reinhart, the message passing through their eyes as Alan nodded, letting his stance drop. "Alright, Reinhart." He stepped back as Reinhart drew his own sword. Unlike Alan's sword, Reinhart's blade was pure dark ice, sleek and deadly sharp.

"I don't care who wants to face me in battle, I'm going to fuckin' pulverize you." Sejuani said aggressively as she swung her flail around.

"You're welcome to try, Pigwhore." Reinhart said icily as Sejuani growled. She ran forward, as did Reinhart. Sejuani swung her flail around but Reinhart ducked under it, before thrusting forwards and upwards with his blade. But Sejuani simply pulled her flail back, using the butt of the handle to deflect his weapon as the flail came flying back around towards his head. Reinhart's eyes widened a millisecond before he managed to move out of the way, the air from the flail hitting his face as the flail itself whipped past. He jumped back, looking at Sejuani, who whirled her weapon around.

"Quite the unorthodox weapon there." He commented as Sejuani allowed herself a proud smile. "And I know how to use it. That's what kills my opponents." Sejuani said as Reinhart flatly stared back. "You won't find me that easy to kill."

He rushed at her again and feinted to the left. Sejuani fell for it as she swung towards her left. Reinhart flashed to her right, his blade swinging towards her. Sejuani swiveled so the blade glanced off of the side of the battle-scarred metal breastplate she wore. She spun around quick with a loud cry and the flail came whipping at him. Reinhart ducked under it, the flail flying past with speed that could've taken his head off. And just as he was returning to stance, the flail came flying back around again, this time slower because of Its more subtle swing but it still came.

It slammed into Reinhart's side, the platinum armor of the Congelate cracking from the blow as Reinhart fell to his knees from the impact, grunting in pain. Sejuani brought her flail back and then cried out angrily as she made an overhead swing down at the downed knight.

Reinhart jumped lunged forward, getting into Sejuani's range as he shoved his sword up at Sejuani. Sejuani, however, whipped her flail handle down, catching the blade with the chain and deflecting it down to the ground. As Reinhart's blade fell, Sejuani's other fist came flying and score a direct hit into his face.

Dazed from the powerful blow, he couldn't manage to do anything about the other end of the flail, which slammed into his back after Sejuani had pulled it down, almost a split second after he was punched.

The sound of his armor shattering filled the air as Reinhart fell to the ground, unmoving as Sejuani stood over him.

"You've lost…" She said, raising her free hand and wiping the blood off of her neck, where Reinhart had managed to just nick with his blade. "But you're strong, I'll give you that. A worthy warrior."

Everyone stared in silence, Analia about to take Frig Dinte out and defend Reinhart should Sejuani make any more aggressive moves towards the downed knight. Yet, Sejuani simply raised her gaze to Lissandra and Ashe. "Get someone to take care of your fallen knight. You two. Come. We have things to talk about. Your army can camp here, outside and away from my camp." Sejuani said as Lissandra's lips thinned. "Alan, get Reinhart to Jory. Quick."

"I'll do it." Analia said, rushing forward. She pulled Reinhart up, slinging one of his arms over her shoulders as Reinhart groaned, barely concious, a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. A pang of panic struck Analia. She hurried, dragging Reinhart to Jory as Lissandra and Ashe followed Sejuani. Alan looked back at Analia, before following.

…

"Don't think soft of me, you two. If it wasn't for the threat of the watchers, I would never have allowed you two into my tent, much less anywhere near my camp with your lives." Sejuani said as she took her spot at the head of her planning table. "I thought you both were either already in the influence of the watcher or too weak, but that knight showed me otherwise. He fought with real skill, not something a watcher drone would do. And that also proved to me that you two weren't weak enough to be liabilities…" Sejuani looked at both of them. "I won't lie, I hope both of you die in this war."

"You might want that, but I don't wish that upon you, Sejuani." Ashe said as Sejuani snorted at her in contempt. Lissandra stayed silent, ominously staring at both of them through her mask. Alan simply crossed his arms.

"Whatever. You told me you two have a grand plan." Sejuani said, standing with arms akimbo as she waited.

"We do. But first, we need to find the temple of the Seeker." Ashe said.

" 'We' cannot find it." Lissandra said as everyone looked at her.
"What do you mean, Lissandra?" Alan asked.

"The Temple of the Seeker… Can only be found by the one seeking it. Alan, you must journey to the north alone to find the temple and retrieve his raiment."

Alan looked at everyone's face in turn and nodded. "So be it. I'll journey to the north and find the Seeker's temple and come back as soon as I find what I'm looking for."

Ashe shook her head. "You know nothing, Alan Frost. It won't be that easy."

"Well, I don't really have a choice now do I? I either find it and come back or we all die." He said.

"I don't like entrusting my life to a whelp like you." Sejuani said as Alan stared at her. "But I see a fire in your eyes in this land of ice."

"So, I should leave as soon as possible." Alan said.

"That would be wise." Ashe said.

"Alan, a word?" Lissandra spoke as Alan nodded. Both of them stepped outside of the tent into the blizzard. Taking him a few steps away from the tent, Lissandra hesitantly put a hand on Alan's breastplate, surprising Alan.

"Don't die, Alan. And come back soon." She said as Alan nodded. "I will- I mean, I won'- I mean, ugh." Alan shook his head as Lissandra chuckled quietly. But Alan raised his hand and put his hand ontop of Lissandra's hand all the same, pushing it gently against his chest, where a few layers of armor, clothes, flesh and bones separated her hand from his heart.

And then, Alan turned around, his cape of blue fluttering behind him in the wind of the ever-present blizzard around them as he walked off. 20 feet away, he vanished in the white storm, leaving Lissandra staring at where he had disappeared to.

...

Alan wished time would go faster or if he could find the temple soon. He had no idea how much time had passed, but he had been walking for ages with nothing in sight except snow and snow. Snow all around his feet, snow falling from the sky. Snow everywhere. He trudged on and on. Visibility was low, he couldn't even see 10 feet infront of him. And everything looked the same. Was he still heading north? Did he get turned around?

Alan looked behind him, but there were no footsteps. The snow was falling hard and fast, with the wind blowing strong. He left no trail. No way to know if he was going in the right direction, no way to find his way back. He was lost. His white hair was sticking to his face, the falling snow having turned it damp. But, like always, he could never feel the cold nor did it affect him. But the weight of the snow falling on him was slowing him down. It weighed heavy on him with each miniscule impact, insignificant on their own yet formidable as they fell upon him like a barrage, uncountable flakes of snow hitting him every second.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, steeling himself before continuing to walk forward. He had to keep walking. He was seeking the Temple of the Seeker. Those who seeked it would find it. He knew that. He would find it… He would…

…

Analia sat on a stool next to Reinhart's bed, although it was more of just some soft layers on the floor of the tarped tent rather than a bed.. Lydia was packing up their supplies back into the carrying case while Jory put the remainder of the potion on the floor next to him. "If he feels more pain when he wakes up, feed him the rest of this potion, although I've already given him enough to heal the majority of his wounds. But, like always, his bruises will still be tender and stiff." Jory said matter-of-factly. Analia nodded. "Thank you, Jory." She said.

Jory gave her a rueful, wise smile. "Do not thank me for doing what I'm here to do, young one. Rather, wish that I do not have to do this often. I would much rather see everyone healthy and fit rather than paying me visits for my services." He said as Analia smiled at his words. "Take care of him now." With those parting words, Jory left the tent. Analia sighed, going upto the mouth of the tent.

Poking her head out, she found an Avarosan soldier and a Frostguard Soldier standing guard outside. "See to it that no one comes into this tent." Analia said as the guards nodded. Analia went back into the tent, walking back to Reinhart's side. She stared down at him for a couple of minutes, mentally cursing him for his stupid sense of valour that had led him to fight Sejuani and get his spine broken. If it wasn't for Jory, she didn't know what would've happened to him… Thankfully there was no lasting injury. He had been stripped down, so under the covers he wore nothing but a pair of breeches. Much of his upper body was visible, however, and Analia couldn't help but admire the hard edges of his muscular torso and arms.

But he showed no signs of stirring or waking up and within 5 minutes Analia had begun to fidget around in discomfort. Yet she would not leave his side. She did not want to.

Standing up, she began unclasping her armor. It took her a while but finally, she had neatly piled her armor on the floor near the corner of the tent, next to Reinhart's own shattered armor. Underneath all the armor, she wore a loose indigo tunic and black pants. More comfortable now, as she undid her ponytail and ran her hand through her long hair a couple of times to give it more freedom, she turned around to walk back to her stool, only to find Reinhart propped up on his arms, looking at her. Suddenly she felt quite self conscious as a small flush crept up her neck. But her concern won out over that as she briskly walked over to him.

"You're awake. How are you feeling?" She asked as Reinhart stretched his neck, sitting up. "A bit sore…" He muttered as Analia glanced at the potion. Before she could say anything, Reinhart shook his head, inspecting his hands as he flexed them infront of his face "No potions. I've had enough and my skin feels too warm." He then looked up at her again. "What about the battle? I lost... "

"You almost bloody died and you're worrying about losing!?" Analia almost shouted as Reinhart didn't even flinch. "Keep your voice down." He said calmly.

"How do I manage that when you're such a bloody stubborn fool! Recklessly charging into battle like that!" She seethed.

"I wasn't going to let her insult Lissandra in my presence." Reinhart said fiercely as Analia glared at him.

"Why do you care so fucking much? I know she's your sword queen and she gave you a new life to lead, but to risk your life for her over every little implication! Why is she so special!" Analia said and for a split second, Reinhart saw pain and hurt inside Analia's eyes.

He blinked, not knowing how to react to this sudden outburst as Analia looked away, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Analia… Are you okay?" He asked gingerly.

"Fine!" Analia said, wiping at her eyes angrily. "Just… Bloody… Fuckin'... Fine…" She said, her queer accent leaking through. She turned around. "I'm gonna go." She muttered, but before she could, Reinhart grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

She stopped, looking back at him. Their eyes met for a split second before they stared at Reinhart's hand holding Analia's wrist. It was a tight, firm grip… But that was all it was. No pain. No burning. They were in contact but they weren't in burning with pain.

And all of a sudden, Analia was on top of him. Their lips met with heated fervor, an intensity of which rivalled their spar. Her hand roamed his chest, feeling the muscular ridges as one of his hands ran itself into the hair at the back of her head, holding her close as he kissed her while his other hand felt the smooth of her back as it travelled lower and lower. They needed no words now, only their emotions as it exploded out of them. They broke the kiss, gasping for air as Reinhart helped Analia out of her top, revealing her chest to him.

Reinhart had noticed before, but now he was looking at it right infront of him. Analia had a brilliant physique and her armor hid her true beauty. She had a toned, flat stomach, with a slim hourglass curve to her midriff and a sizable pair of breasts though they weren't over-large, with small pink peaks.

"What's wrong, never seen a pair of breasts before?" Analia said with a small smirk. "As I recall, you've already seen me naked be-ohh!" Analia's words were cut off as Reinhart leaned forward, taking one of the pink nubs into his mouth as he sucked on it while his hand found the other mound and kneaded it. Analia moaned as her hands found their way to his short, spiky white hair, running it through and gripping it tightly as he tasted her. His fingers brushed over the blue tattoo-like markings in the middle of the her chest, inbetween the two mounds, but he paid it no heed. Unlatching himself, he began blowing on the wet flesh he had just released, flicking the pink tip of the other breast with his finger as they harded, Analia gritting her teeth and arching her back in pleasure.

"You speak like a tavern wench, yet you react like a virgin maiden." Reinhart said with a smug smile as Analia huffed, leaning forward to capture his mouth in a kiss again, their tongues exploring each other's mouths and tasting each other as their hands roamed each other's bodies again. The intensity of their kissing blurred everything else as their bodies moved on their own and when they finally parted their kiss againt to breathe, Analia was straddling Reinhart, completely nude while Reinhart's manhood stood erect, facing upwards at Analia's entrance. Reinhart looked down at the soft blond curls above her entrance, hovering over him. He could feel the heat coming off of her, yet… She hesitated as she looked down.

"Is anything wrong?" He asked as Analia looked back at him, desire and lust evident in her eyes. She then sat down on him, impaling herself with his shaft. They both inhaled sharply as Reinhart's mind went white. She had taken his entire length into her, and all of it was now completely covered with soft warmth.. He felt so squeezed and warm, yet it was insanely good. He never knew such pleasure existed in this world. They stayed like that, adjusting to each other as they both panted heavily, yet… Reinhart felt something warm trickling down his lower regions.

He looked down, eyes wide with shock as he saw a red glimmer at the point where they were joined, and he could see Analia gripping the sheets around him tightly, eyes closed and teeth grit. "Analia… You were a…" He gaped like a fish out of water, too surprised and shocked to even say anything.

"Ofcourse… I am… was… Do you take me… for some commoner… wench?" Analia gasped, managing to speak in a breathless tone, obviously in pain. "Its… nothing too painful… But Its something... " She muttered as Reinhart sat up straighter again, leaning forward to capture her lips in his. Her mouth locked onto his greedily as if her body was looking for more places to join with him. This kiss was shorter, yet the passion behind it was unrivalled. "If it makes you feel better… This is the first time I've bedded a woman." Reinhart said as Analia looked up at him with mild surprise.

Reinhart chuckled at her reaction. "Many women do not find me very friendly… And, ofcourse, I have this ugly scar on my face." He said as Analia kissed him again, silencing him. As their kiss broke again, Analia gazed into his eyes. "I do not think your scar is ugly. Nor do I think it is bad." She said, holding onto his shoulder as she slowly slid up… then down on him again, gasping as she did while Reinhart grit his teeth. Adjusting to the stinging pain, which began receding again, Analia looked at him again. "I'm proud… of your scar… It shows… You are brave. A warrior. A knight."

"You are a knight too." Reinhart said as she shook her head gently. "I was not knighted, Reinhart… Only made champion." She said.

"You are a champion, indeed. A prouder title than Knight." He said as he helped her slide up and down another time, both of them groaning in the pleasure that spiked through them. The pain was completely subsiding in Analia now as she put her forehead against his, staring hard into his ocean blue depths with her emerald spheres. "My knight… Reinhart… I want to give you… All of me." She said as she began going up and down in a slow steady rhythm now.

Their body heat was beginning to permeate the air inside the tent, mainly from Analia's heated body. Up and down she went, feeling him leave her empty for a second before filling her completely again, taking the breath out of her with every stroke. Up until now, Analia had been rising up and down on Reinhart, while the man allowed her to go at her own pace. But it seemed he was at his limit now as she looked at him and found a smoldering desire behind the azure depths of his eyes. Reinhart grabbed her waist and he began to guide her up and down on him faster, thrusting himself up as well to meet her at every drop.

Her small gasps of pleasure now turned into louder moans of pleasure as Reinhart thrust into her, moving gradually faster with every hit, Analia half-moaning and half-gasping everytime he hit the deepest part of her. Heat pooled at her core as she felt herself being wound up tighter and tighter with each thrust, wanting him to go harder and faster.

Suddenly Reinhart pushed her down so she landed on the floor-bed on her back, her breasts bouncing from the impact. And then, Reinhart positioned himself ontop of her, his hands bracing themselves on either side of her head as she bent her legs up to allow him better access. And then, he began thrusting into her… No, that was too meek of a word. Her own desire for more was mirrored in him, it seemed, and he heard her unspoken wish. He went harder. Faster. He pounded into her, like a piston, rapidly penetrating her. Analia couldn't even form coherent thoughts, each breath naught but a short exhale and inhale inbetween the fast thrusts, so little she couldn't even make noise other than small "Ah!"s as she exhaled. Reinhart grunted with effort as he slammed into her, a sheen of sweat covering both of their skins in a shiny layer even though it was extremely cold this far north. But neither of them were affected by the cold as Analia found herself being wound up so tight, she was afraid she would break…

Yet, she didn't break. She wound up tighter and tighter until she couldn't be wound up any tighter and that was when all thoughts left her, her mind going blank as a loud moan escaped crawled out of her lungs, escaping out of her mouth as her back arched, her fingers clutching the sheets in a white knuckled grip as the lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her.

They seemed to travel from her and into Reinhart, as he felt her convulsing all around him, contracting and relaxing around his length too rapidly for him to even properly feel as it blurred into one insane feeling of bliss. With a powerful thrust, he hit the deepest part of her and groaned as he tipped over the precipice of his own climax, filling her with warmth as Analia moaned again at that feeling.

He pulled back and thrust into her two or three more times until he was fully spent before finally collapsing on top of her, a bit to her side so he could put most of his weight on one arm, half of his body covering half of hers, his length still inside of her. Yet, Analia reached over with her hand, grabbing his far shoulder and pulling him so he rested completely on top of her, her hands clutching at him and holding him close to her as she gasped and panted, caught in the bliss of the aftershocks as she numbly felt him still inside of her, filling her completely while his warm love juice leaked from her around his girth.

"Reinhart… I just realized…" She muttered as Reinhart, whose eyes had been closed as he lay on top of her, enjoying her warmth and closeness, opened his eyes lazily to look at her. "You never told me… your full name…" She muttered as Reinhart chuckled.

"Its Ser Reinhart Sevlras." He said as Analia let out a tired chuckle. He kissed her soft, plump lips again, a soft kiss of love rather than desire which was also short lasting, looking at her as it ended. "What's so funny?" He asked.

"Your last name… Sevlras… It sounds like… Chivalrous." She said as Reinhart chuckled in a deep voice as well. "I suppose it does…" He said huskily.

"Lets stay like this… Please…" Analia said, holding him tighter as she lay ontop of him. Reinhart nodded, using his leg to pull up the covers that had been kicked down, reaching back and grabbing it before pulling it over themselves. Analia sighed, closing her eyes and nuzzling herself into the crook of his neck while Reinhart kissed the top of her head, burying half of his face in her hair, allowing her scent to fill his lungs as he slowly closed his eyes.

…

How long had he been walking? He did not know. Dark had fallen and, this far north, it fell quick. It had gone from light to dark within a few minutes and now visibility was even worse. He couldn't see more than a few feet infront of him and when he raised his own hand infront of his face, it was completely black. That was how dark it was. He hoped he did not walk into a ditch or a hole and fall to his death. The last time he had trekked this far north, he had happened upon the cavernous hole underneath that had killed all the hikers who had travelled up here with him…

Yet, that was no where near where he was right now… Where was he? He had been walking for hours… So long, that his body had become numb and his walking movement was now just a mechanical memory that his body was following without concious thought. It had become as easy as breathing. His muscles were already numb, past the point of aching so he continued to walk and walk… Yet, the temple never showed itself.

His legs… They felt like lead. Each step was getting harder and slower to make. Even Alan, who was extremely resistant to the cold because of his peculiar powers, could feel a chilled numbness spreading throughout his body, slowly reaching to his core.

His next step was on loose snow as it suddenly gave way below him. Thankfully, it wasn't a huge cavern he fell into. Only a slope, causing him to fall down and roll down Its short length, stopping at Its bottom on his front. He couldn't find the strength to get up again as he lied there, half of his face resting on the snow. The blizzard, never-ending, was still coming down hard upon him and within a few seconds, he had a sheet of snow ontop of his back, his cape no longer fluttering under its weight. Yet, he could not move… He did not have the strength.

"Lissandra… Forgive me…" He whispered, his voice scarcely a whisper in his weakness. "Lissandra…" He whispered again, before his vision slowly faded….

He found himself standing on similar ground, with white snow all around him and snow falling from the sky. Yet, the snow falling from the sky was falling gently and sparsely, unlike the blizzard he had been in moments ago. And the sky was clear, black and starry as the moon shone down upon him, bathing the land in bright silver light. And it was quiet. No wind or sound.

"Alan Frost."

Alan turned around, seeing the man standing behind him. Long dark hair, queer metallic armor covering half of his face.

"Kassadin." Alan said as Kassadin remained silent, staring at him.

"Kassadin, I must find the temple of the seekers." Alan said as Kassadin blinked at him. "Seek for it and you shall find it, Alan Frost." He simply said.

"That's what I've been doing for the last who-knows how long." Alan said as he clenched his hands into fists. "Yet, I cannot find it at all."

"You know nothing, Alan Frost." Kassadin said, looking off to his right. Alan looked towards the same direction as well, staring off into the horizon where Kassadin was looking, trying to find what he was looking at. "You must seek it with the right reasons, Alan Frost. For so long, you have been seeking it for the sake of finding it and claiming the treasure within." Kassadin said. He raised his hand and pointed in the direction he was looking at. "But you must seek it for the right reason."

"The right reason…" Alan said.

"What do you fight for, Alan Frost?"

"I…" Alan's eyes widened in realization. "I… I fight for Lissandra. I fight for Freljord. I fight against the Watchers."

"Then look again, and Seek the weapons to fight the Watchers with." Kassadin said as Alan looked in the direction Kassadin was looking at. And there, where there had been nothing but empty, snowy expanse, rose a grand temple built into a frozen cliff face that stretched miles up into the air, too far for him to even seen the top of.

"Now, go Alan Frost. Seek the Seeker and learn the secrets." Kassadin said as Alan looked back at the man. "But the seeker is dead." Alan said, yet even his own words sounded unsure.

A gust of wind blew and Alan was forced to blink. The next moment, he realized his eyes weren't closed, but everything was black and silent because he was buried in snow. His powers awakened within him and with a grunt of effort and resolve, he rose up to his knees, the snow that had piled ontop of him exploding outwards to reveal him within Its crater. He stood up and walked up the slope of the crater he had fallen into. Once he reached the top, the storm seemed to grow quieter. Because infront of him lay the temple built into the cliff face which he had seen in his vision. The Temple of the Seeker.

REINHART AND ANALIA HAVE DONE IT. He has penetrated her barriers with his spear, if you catch my drift ;)

I know you've got alot of questions; Feel free to state them in your reviews and I'll be sure to answer them either to you directly or as the story progresses.

But srsly, leave reviews. They help alot. I love reading about what you guys think and it reminds me that there are Actual people reading my sucky stories.

So, The three Freljord leaders have come together, the Watchers are stirring, Reinhart and Analia got lucky and Alan found the Temple of the Seekers.

And that's just the Icing on the cake.

HAH!

See you guys next chapter.

~ Wings - Senpai