Ashe wasn't sure how long she spent the morning staring at the gray walls of Sejuani's abode. Long enough that she'd counted each individual stone on one side of the room at least twice. Sejuani was a deep sleeper, and she slept for long pockets of time. Last night, Sej was especially worn-out by celebration, and bouts of battling that took part stretched out over the course of a few weeks.
Lying awake on her own, Ashe's mind was in conflict; half of her wanted Sejuani to wake up so that they could talk, like the old days, or fuck again… but the more sensible, less disgusting half of herself screamed to try to escape or find a way around what was looming in the shadows of the morning. Today, she was expected to -no, she couldn't bear to think about it, and yet her imagination ran wild anyways, emotions taking control of her frame.
The former queen shuddered as she imagined the eyes of countless warriors burning into her while she was laid bare before them. She'd seen the immense war camp herself, as she'd walked through it the previous evening, Ashe had thought it was all rather remarkable. It almost seemed like Sejuani was forward-thinking for once, like this place might one day become a town or city. The camp was stretched across a vast strip of the Freljord; a natural barrier of mountains protected it on one side, well-patrolled Winter's Claw forests and land on the other. The Winter's Claw tribe members erected the camp in such a way that it housed thousands, yet the main bulk of the horde could pack up and move with moderate ease. Strong stone walls had been hastily assembled along the perimeter in places where it was vulnerable.
The barbarian's arms locked around Ashe's waist started to feel like warm, broad chains the longer the former queen lay in solitude. Sejuani's touch had brought her so much comfort last night, but her dreams were troubled by the unsettling request the brutish woman made at the end of their lovemaking. Those gently spoken, monstrous words echoed in her head again: "like eating food with your hands."
Eating was nothing like making love. The touch of intimacy was meant to be shared between two in private, so that it might stay cherished, meaningful – a pair frozen in time together. Sejuani had always made it clear she didn't see it that way. And yet… and yet last night with her firm hands resting on Ashe's body, Sejuani embodied everything Ashe had ever wanted: a goddess, finally thawed, delivering slow, agonizing, satisfying thrusts that made her toes and spine curl… more than any of that, she displayed a willingness to sacrifice her needs for once - compromise, something so rare from Sejuani.
Ashe couldn't handle the iron arms locked around her pregnant frame for one more second. She was going to be sick… The food from last night suddenly wasn't sitting right anymore. She gasped, grabbing at Sejuani's hands, forcing them off.
The brute woke with a start, and instinctively reached for her bedside, where she'd placed her weapon last night. She grasped the handle at the same time Ashe pulled herself off the bed, spinning and backing away, watching Sejuani, her face and body pale with sweat. She dry-heaved, found something to vomit in, a priceless jug scattered amongst Sejuani's giant pile of plunder.
Sejuani stared back at her in shock, sitting up, the weapon sitting uselessly in her hand. It was clear she sensed the woman's black mood but was consumed with worry. Good, let her be consumed with worry, the same way Ashe was with guilt. She retched again, falling to her knees.
Sejuani stood up now.
"Stay away!" The huge, pale-haired woman froze where she was.
"A-Ashe?"
"Don't touch me!" She snapped back, but her bout of sickness was over as readily as it'd started. She sat over the jug, panting heavily. Sejuani set her flail down, slowly lumbering over to her, ignoring her request for distance. She set her arm around Ashe's shoulder, one hand stroking the round, smooth slope of her belly, face nuzzling close.
Ashe wished she could gather the will to force her body and face away, but she couldn't resist… not when Sejuani was staring at her with such potent concern in the depths of her winter-blue eyes.
"Tell me… what's going on?"
"You make me sick."
Sejuani snorted. "Is that what this is? Hm. Well, you're probably scared. I'm going to fuck you in front of your people today, it's understandable that you don't feel so good. The end of the Avarosans is on the horizon." Just like that, her gentleness was gone; Sejuani's tone was cool, careful, far away. She'd clearly decided Ashe was acting like anyone would in her position, but that she was just going to have to deal with it.
The cruel words, spoken so casually, amplified her every fear.
"Come. Let's bathe, clean your mouth, get you prepared for the festivities."
That's what Ashe's body was now - a place to celebrate, an object to claim. Agonized, she rested her hands on her belly, and prayed for the future. She followed Sejuani without further complaint, couldn't bear to hear the huge woman's words any longer…
Ashe was dragged out into the light of day when the sun was barely rising. That sort of routine was nothing new to her, it was how she had snuck away with Sejuani in the past after all. More innocent times, in comparison. The seriousness of what was happening had not quite set in yet until she walked into the camp's main square. She'd been outside so rarely, it was a relief just seeing that the world was still there, the clouds still moving. The Avarosan sucked in the fresh air, overwhelmed by everything she was seeing, the bustle of life around her even at this hour. She only knew the customs of her sister tribe from afar, and from study. Perhaps it was just the looming events that colored her vision, but it seemed like a horrible place. Adults sparred brutally every few yards, regardless of gender or size. If they could not keep up, they would simply be beaten up, and would have to get used to such things. That much was clear in the social order around her. She also noticed that, of course, all eyes were on her as she was paraded through the massive, sprawling campground. Great, hastily erected forges, where the immense, deadly weapons of the Claw were being forged, sat squat on her right, a massive man working over it. The construction of the weapons wheezed hot, steaming air into the winter winds.
New customs, that of flesh trading, had begun to blossom it seemed - Many slaves, of all shapes and kind, were being bound, gagged, traded off to crimson-clad soldiers she recognized from Noxus. So, alliances like that were being considered as well... Ashe clenched her teeth. The Winter's Claw were such backwards barbarians they had a place for their public sex, a creaking, broad stage that was used for performances, as well as "events" such as this, its pale wood painted with flakes of snow. The so-called stage was wooden and crude, but there were objects of conquest that decorated its sides, its surface. Intricate carvings rubbed raw by age, with fast-fading color, marked the stage as somewhat old. Not just decorations rested on it though, a pillar was erected at the front center, which towered about a human's length into the air.
Ashe almost couldn't believe it when she recognized the Avarosan throne sitting at the exact center of the wooden platform, familiar because it was stolen by the Winter's Claw brutes; a makeshift, hand-crafted wooden seat with a long, fur back, lined with jewels. A gift from Tryndamere, to their future endeavors. The intent was obviously to mock her, and to mark Sejuani's territory. Sejuani shifted forward in said throne, thick eyebrows pulling intensely down, kissable, scarred mouth twisting into a smirk. They'd only been apart for a half an hour or so while Sejuani got prepared, clearly putting on this huge bundle of gleaming armor, cloak, and furs, but she seemed bored. Just glancing at Ashe, her excitement was instantaneous; breath slightly hitched, her pupils blown wide, her tongue was occasionally darting across her lips, as she raised herself to start addressing her people in a loud, deep voice that reverberated in the breeze, catching the attention of all nearby.
As usual, she appeared a frozen goddess, her heavy, white-blonde hair falling across her equally pale, hawkish eyes, braided back right now; her hands raised above her head, as if reaching out at the rising sun in greeting.
"My brothers and sisters, my ancestors, my people. Long have we awaited this day of tribal unification."
Ashe opened her mouth to interrupt, because Sejuani's idea of unification was a pure mockery, but one of the men escorting her to the stage nudged her violently, making a strange, harsh sound with his throat that sounded an awful lot like "shut up" despite no words being spoken. Sejuani watched out of the corner of her eye as Ashe was led up a tall flight of sturdy wooden stairs toward her, but she did not stop addressing the gathered mob. Their painted faces felt, looked all the same at this moment, blurs of eyes that burned and lasered into Ashe's skin, stripping her bare, pulling her insides out. She was used to addressing large swathes of people, but never like this.
"We have stood by and witnessed the complacency of the Avarosans for far too long. They hoarded precious resources, dispersing them to those on top, with no regard to those at the bottom - they forgot what makes us Freljordian... and so we crushed them!"
"YAHHH!" Many roared, and what had started as a gentle excitement, rapidly rose into a heated frenzy. As Sejuani's words went on, Ashe stopped hearing them. Her face and blood were hot with rage. Sejuani had never spoken so eloquently, so open and honestly, she almost sounded like a proper politician. Not a word of it was true. In Sejuani's world, might was right. It was even worse for the so-called men at the bottom. She opened her mouth to protest, and was shocked when the hairy, pale man behind her shoved her forward, and toward Sejuani. Now only a reach away, her lover suddenly grabbed her by the hair, using bruising force, shoving her forward and showing her off to the crowd.
"This is the Queen of the Weaklings, the land-hoarders, the poison of the Freljord! Those that would weaken our blood along with their own. Not fit to grow weak and die alone, they drag others in, bind them with trade agreements - years-long tensions unanswered, because of what? Commerce. That is the world of the Avarosans. Complacency, weakness, money, legends. They would have the warriors of the past stay that way, they call our heroes butchers, murderers - they would take away all that the Winter's Claw earned, including the conquests of our hard-fought victory."
Many, many people had gathered, and more were coming, drawn by the charismatic, booming voice of their leader. Like it was a festival, the crowd teemed with excitement. Not all of them were strangers. The front row on the right were all awfully familiar, her own clan's men and women, gentle giants, and soft-faced sorts of Avarosan stock. Sejuani was right about them, even in defeat they had not given up their ideals. As Ashe stood there, trembling and frightened but determined to keep her chin high, they still looked at her with pride in their eyes, uncaring of her shame. All of it made Ashe want to cry, but she forced such softness away. Sejuani thought she was a pathetic weakling, but she would show the barbarian the will of an Avarosan. She interrupted, uncaring of the punishment, "She calls me a weakling and yet-" One of Sej's men moved to shut the Avarosan matriarch up, but the Warmother held up a hand, and he backed off. Ashe swallowed hard, and glanced at Sejuani, suddenly unsure of herself. She felt disgusted with herself when the calm gaze of the barbarian soothed her, allowing her words to flow more freely. She faced the crowd, stared into the eyes of her own men, imprisoned like her, and smiled. "And yet she is a monster who would rape her own woman to prove a point. Sejuani the Conqueror, Sejuani the Butcher. The life that she wishes for you all will never last. Centuries of violence, endless violence, it must end."
People booed, cried out in outrage. One man even whipped a stone her way.
Sejuani stepped in front of the rock, taking the blow herself, and turned on the crowd with rage. "She is a foolish bitch, I understand your rage, but if you hurt her, I will break your skull with my flail, all of you. Allow the woman her speech, sit with your rage, and I will reveal the truth to you all, the truth we all know already." That caused the angry sorts to settle down to at least quiet muttering, looking on with more honest interest.
"Listen to what she says, but know, I will set you free from the lies you've been living under." Sejuani was addressing the Avarosans gathered in a pack when she said this, and Ashe stared out calmly at all her people, meeting each of their eyes in turn - she mouthed 'Stay strong, I am with you' and wondered if that was more cruel than compassionate.
"My portion of the gold was sparse in comparison to yours; I have been fair in the distribution of territory... I only wanted one thing. This woman. But she would deny me. Now, I give you your chance to speak one last time, before you're finally conquered - the way you earned."
Sejuani shoved her to the front of the stage, where Ashe stood there, unsure of herself. She trembled with rage as the horde of eyes burned into her. She wanted to hurt her other half so badly. Sejuani was so damn smug right now, that damn smirk was despicable... She knew she was driving Ashe crazy, that her inability to actually assert herself before this group loomed like a fog over her actions. Only one person had done it, but they'd hated her enough to want to toss stones at her body. Perhaps there was some truth to the necessity of doing something like this.
Regardless, the proud leader of the Avarosans exhaled, and spoke, "Sejuani claims that she will break us. But the Avarosans are not just a people, we are also an idea. An idea that has existed alongside Sejuani's peoples for hundreds, thousands of years. Sejuani would paint us as weaklings that have lost our way, as land thieves and wealth hoarders, but who was it that committed raids against the Avarosans, unprovoked, for years?" Ashe closed her eyes. "So above all... please do not lose hope. No matter what you are about to see."
"You're good with your mouth," Sejuani grunted, "but I already knew that." She tousled Ashe's hair, and then suddenly grabbed her from behind, roping her arms around the slender monarch, kissing her neck. Softly, slowly, she ran her calloused palm up Ashe's stomach, stroking the swell she'd put there, making a pleased, grunting sound that made Ashe's clit swell. "Mine," Sejuani whispered in her ear, "Good girl, you've grown well."
She guided Ashe over to the plundered Avarosan throne, and sat the shapely, pale-haired archer down in it, making pleased sounds. Sejuani's approval had irrational effects on her mind and body. The archers' knees felt like melting snow, but Sejuani's strong arms held her securely. The Warmother began to suck and kiss the spot around Ashe's ear, rolling her tongue around the nub of her earlobe. Ashe winced, letting out a sharp, embarrassed sound as she felt the hot, moist tongue sweeping against the area, then down her neck at the same time both of Sejuani's hands found her breasts.
Meanwhile, they all saw. Each and every one of them watched the Avarosan get groped like a common wench. Ashe grit her teeth, and Sejuani chuckled. "That's it, that resentful look, that's the one. Show them how you like to play reluctant when you get fucked." She swirled a finger around Ashe's nipple, then flicked it to hardness, an easy task with the winter wind. The warm digit teased the tip of her nipple, and she quivered despite her rage.
Sejuani's huge, calloused hands began to pull the garments from her curvy, athletic form, bit by bit. The slave rags - discarded for once in place of a more fancy, regal attire- was shred. Sejuani's tongue did things it should not have been able to do. Sejuani rarely gave Ashe the courtesy of oral, and now, Ashe knew why. The woman was far too practiced in the art. Thighs pinned down on Sejuani's scarred, broad shoulder, everyone watched as the pale-haired barbarian swept her tongue around and in her womanhood, the start of her arousal slowly leaking out of her onto that devilish pink muscle.
It was impossible not to feel good when Sejuani ate her out. Perhaps the brute knew that, and so decided to punish her with pure pleasure. It worked. Her beautiful, pale face burned with humiliation, the color on her cheeks emphasized by the whiteness of her hair and body. Rocking Ashe into her with strong, steady hands, Sejuani licked and lapped every inch she pleased, inside and out… but she ignored her clitoris, which rapidly swelled, tingling. She devoured the lovely flood of juices.
"Filthy wet whore! Submit everything, spread yourself, give up your foolish clan." Sejuani snarled loudly, and her people made it clear how loudly they agreed. She made a real show of her demands, and Ashe glowered down at her.
"I won't…"
Whether she succumbed or not, it was all a show for Sejuani. She was trapped.
Satisfied she was wet enough, Sejuani stood, her huge, broad body towering in front of her. Stripped naked, soaking wet, Sejuani did not bother with her usual teasing. Instead, she lifted her queen, sat down in the great chair on the stage, and pulled Ashe down on top of her. The former queen did her best to escape her grasp, but Sejuani just tugged her back down, her chest brushing against Ashe's back. Sejuani was covered in sweat, heavily breathing - no doubt her mouth had been watering since she'd come up with this horrible idea. "You're a fool for resisting. Could've made it so easy."
"And you could have loved me properly." Every gentle memory felt like a foolish lie as Sejuani stole her body away; she slammed into Ashe like she had no heart, giving absolutely no warning. The violation was the most wonderful, unwelcome thing she'd ever felt - ultimately familiar, this cock was hers, but she wasn't supposed to want it! She cursed herself, cursed every moment she'd ever snuck away, cursed every gentle word, cursed everytime she'd seen that dark, posessive fire in Sejuani's gaze, and willingly burned in it. Now, despite her assurances, te Avarosans were going to know the truth. Not just about the pregnancy, which would be obvious to all now, a truth she'd kept hidden for months, but every other part of Ashe was about to get ripped out and strewn before this miserable crowd too. And yet, and yet... it felt so good. Ashe's eyes shot wide, her back curled, and she screamed in rage, biting her lip to try to focus on the pain and ignore the bliss, but it was pointless! The unexpected violation rocking her to her very core. Her stomach tingled, and wave after wave of confusing ecstasy crashed over her. Was she cumming already? So easily? She couldn't even tell, because her thoughts were being fucked from her head. Sejuani's broad hips didn't stop for a moment, the Warmother was lost in her her fervor; Sejuani didn't go easy at all, she didn't care that Ashe was overwhelmed by the sudden penetration. Groaning and gripping Ashe's round belly, she broke into the slender woman repeatedly, as hard and fast as she wanted, as if to say, 'This is my woman, look at her' and look at her they did.
As Sejuani's big, stiff cock pistoned in and out of her, her people cheered and roared. They did not care that Ashe was protesting, teary-eyed, they preferred it that way. She could not stand to look at the small gathering of Avarosans. She didn't want them to see her like this, didn't want anyone to see her like this! Ruthlessly, Sej's cock beat at the entrance to the womb she had already claimed so many times. Ashe's breasts bounced with every thrust of Sejuani's hips. She helped Ashe move back to beat at her insides, cock forcing its way deep, her slickness soaking down her member. She wished she didn't care how wet she was, but the sounds were so loud and treacherous they were unbearable. As was Sejuani's panting, grunting, animal noises - the pig, the brute, the monster. Ashe was shocked out of her cold thoughts by a harsh slap on her arsecheeks,. Sejuani spread her asscheeks wide, grinning as she stared down at Ashe's speared, revealed pink slit. Her pussy juices were all over her firm thighs. Ashe glowered back at her over her shoulder.
"Monster."
"Mmm, you like the pain. Your cunt clings to me." The warlord loomed over her, glowering at the line of soldiers present. "Avarosans are like that, you know…they enjoy being broken. But refuse to admit it! Look at this Avarosan disgrace, this so-called queen, dripping all over my meat while squealing like a stuck pig, spewing a bunch of bullshit. She doesn't want this? An open-faced lie."
There was an echo of laughter, conversation.
"She's fat with a child and still ungrateful," One warrior lady muttered in aggravation.
"If she was my woman, I'd ruin her arsehole to teach the bitch her place!"
"Sounds like I need an Avarosan woman of my own. Certain appeal to that kind of stubbornness, isn't there?"
Ashe gasped as Sejuani spanked her again, suddenly submerging her pale meat all the way inside her again. She forgot herself, shaking her head. She wanted to scream for this to stop, but that was so disgraceful. Perhaps if she really did thrash and scream Sejuani might stop… or maybe she would just ruin their love and brutalize her. She didn't want to risk it and didn't want to know if Sejuani would truly break her.
"This is my love," Sejuani hissed in her ear, "my raw, Freljordian love. You weak woman. I love you; can't you feel it? I overpower you so that I might show you… just let all your inhibitions go, my lamb…"
It took everything not to come undone, Sejuani was trying to rework her insides, wreck her mind - and was half-succeeding. Ashe hated it, but a tiny voice inside screamed that this was inevitable, that this was right, just what she'd earned, just what she'd always desired - her tingling clit tricked her, made her think all those probing eyes, all those hushed, and otherwise loud, lecherous voices, were welcome - but they weren't. She couldn't forget herself, not already, not already -
"Yes, act all cool and distant - see how long that lasts, woman," Sejuani snapped. Ashe trembled when she heard the pure vehemence in the warlord's voice, a moan was wrenched out of her as Sejuani's back arched, her huge, muscular body locking up. Big legs dropping wide, Sejuani bucked her hips like a useless dog. Ashe felt her swollen, sticky womanhood suddenly sprayed with thick, hot ropes of semen, her internal passages welcoming the pale invasion. The only external sign of Sejuani's orgasm was a slight, throaty grunt… but even as she dumped her load inside, Sejuani did not stop the pace of her hip slams. In fact, she shifted, grasping Ashe's thighs and pulling them apart so everybody could see her huge, wide girth of her porcelain meat spearing in and out.
Ashe closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. It felt so good. But still, she refused to cum… Even though she wanted to, even though the painful delight of this rapid, hungry fucking was just the way she used to like it when none of this meant anything. Even when Sejuani roughly toyed with her tits, teasing the sensitive, swollen tips, Ashe evaded the peak, thinking about anything she could that would allow her to maintain control.
It took everything in Sejuani not to laugh. It was clear Ashe thought she was winning, but if she looked over at her clansmen, she'd see that they'd been joined by some busty, domineering Winter's Claw women, and strong men that had their hands all over the Avarosan sweethearts. Overwhelmed by excitement, alone and afraid, Sejuani had thought far ahead and arranged for each individual Avarosan to find an adequate partner. They would either succumb to the will of their superior new half, or be crushed… One Avarosan man in particular couldn't seem to take his eyes off of his Queen, his hand extended out to her, trembling - all of it just made Sejuani feel more powerful…
The frozen monarch was clearly in a world of ecstasy, whether she knew it or not. Impassive and meek, she may not have been moaning or squealing like she wanted to, but her eyes glittered with desire. Her face was honest… Grinning smugly, Sejuani impaled the slick folds of her queen, and made a liar of her. She showed those damn Avarosans just how perfect giving in to the Claw was. Their bodies were one, they were a work of art, like a sculpture in motion - why couldn't Ashe see that? Why couldn't she throw her thighs wide and moan like the lovestruck fool she was? Why did she have to feign dignity, forget the side of her that rutted like crazy all those lonely nights?
Ashe shuddered, shaking her head, and Sejuani grinned when she realized her other half was remarkably close to falling over the edge. Her lips were quivering, her eyes tear rimmed. "Sejuani, don't do this. I don't want to…" Then, louder, "forgive me… oh forgive me, don't look…"
There was no way the small group of Avarosan slaves heard her say that. Sejuani felt pity for her poor woman, and for a moment she worried she really was going too far. She hesitated only for one second, her eyes brushing her father's in the crowd. Udyr didn't seem particularly excited by the celebration, he was staring blankly at the display with a certain coolness in his eyes. What did he know? What did he know about anything? The Warmother didn't need the advice of some worn-out, fat shaman, no matter how they were related. She knew how to tame a bitch. Ashe had her time last night, now she had to learn her place, adjust to her new reality.
"Submit!" Sejuani hissed, teeth grit, her icicle eyes flashing, drilling into Ashe's wetness. When Ashe shook her head, she began to spank her, much more viciously this time. "Give in, you damn whore!" Ashe whimpered as her pretty cheeks were painted a lovely pale red, her cunt quivering and squeezing.
'Such a painslut, this dishonest bitch.'
Sejuani scowled, gnashed her teeth. "You're going to cum, do you understand me?"
"I won't…"
"Tch, I know all your weak spots. Shall I show them how you really like it?"
Ashe's eyes widened, but she didn't say a word, merely raised her proud head high. Her long, pale hair drifted in the slight wind, ice blue eyes unwavering. Her bottom lip was stuck out slightly as she replied coldly, "Do what you must…"
Oh, she'd do what she "must." Tired of sitting down, Sejuani pulled Ashe off her cock. The woman had braced herself, but she still made a sound of protest as Sejuani dragged her dick outside her warm passage, seizing the former monarch by the back of the neck. Ashe stumbled forward, and Sej marched her right to the very front of the stage where the long, rune-covered pillar was, the hook shimmering dangerously… Sejuani reached under her heavy furs, sifting around in her many pockets and pouches, and pulled out a thin length of pale rope. She seized Ashe's wrists, and ignoring the shorter girl's useless struggling, she secured the Avarosan's wrists in the air, the cord unbreakable unless by other hands, and she tied the length to the hook… like this, Ashe's arms were stretched above her, pale, naked chest on display.
Sejuani was nearly struck dumb by just how much of a Goddess Ashe looked, even in such a state. The most beautiful woman she'd ever seen...
Lost in her thoughts, Ashe felt so damn helpless - it was hard to continue to care about anything, about dignity. Hard not to succumb and welcome what was happening. Sejuani began to sink inside her again, expressionless. Half those present were no longer even watching, Ashe was disgusted to see many coupling off. There were no younglings present, so no one hesitated to grab a partner and press their sticky parts together. The sound of copious sex filled the air, and the loudest sounds were coming from her own treacherous, leaking cunt - Ashe's eyes locked onto one of the surviving Avarosan woman, and for a moment, despair filled her-
The girl was clearly terribly frightened as a huge, broad Claw lady with a cold smile pressed close and started sucking at the back of her neck… but then her eyes met Ashe's across the long distance. At the very same time Sejuani began to bite and lick at the back of her own neck, easily spreading Ashe's thighs, lifting her legs up into the air. Sejuani held her body half-aloft, much easier to do this now that her hands were secured to the post. As the Avarosan watched her, Ashe was suddenly, utterly stuffed - Sejuani had slammed her cock in with no notice, no care for gentleness… Last night was surely a dream! The desperate young woman shuddered... and while Ashe continued to struggle, she had no choice but to watch her own citizen succumb to the touch of the Winter's Claw warrior lady. No doubt, her final thought before willingly being absorbed into the heat of the moment was 'how can I stop this big warrior when my own queen is being conquered in the very same way? So much better to give in.'
Resolve shaken, Ashe couldn't believe her own moans, the sounds her pussy was making. Her sticky inner walls clung to Sejuani as the Warmother fucked into her, slow, hard, steady thrusts that made her jaw drop, her spine tingle. Ashe was finding it harder and harder to think, she couldn't stop watching that cute, innocent Avarosan woman get her innocence stolen - who was really on display? All of the Avarosans, not just Ashe… Somehow, there was a strange comfort, knowing they were sharing this… even as it brought a twisted grief. Such confusing feelings, made even worse when Sejuani bit into her skin, sucking and leaving a bright red mark on Ashe's porcelain skin.
"I'm going to fuck you full of kids until I can't anymore, do you understand me, Ashe?" That shouldn't have been appealing! Yet, it made her whine, and hump towards the violation.
"Think of this as desecration if you'd like, but it's not. This is what's meant to be," Sejuani whispered, wanting all of Ashe's attention to herself. "Do you understand me, Ashe? I'm not afraid of this, of them, of us… I want them to see the way I stir up your sticky, messy insides. I want them to see your drenched pregnant pussy crying all over my cock. Call me a beast, call me a monster if you will - but it's your damn fault for resisting…"
Suddenly, Ashe heard a scream. Her eyes shot over. It was the Avarosan woman! At first, she was worried the girl had been killed or injured for resisting, but her mind went blank when she realized it was the opposite! The former loyal survivor was clearly losing her mind, stuffed full of cock for possibly the first time, and certainly the first time she was being treated to it so roughly. The Winter's Claw barbarian smirked, her teeth glinting as she drove into her prey - just like Ashe was Sejuani's little lamb, Sejuani the wolf, it was the same for all the "pairs" Sejuani had arranged, and as Ashe skimmed her eyes along them, she realized just what her lover had done behind her back… not a single one of her loyal people was left alone, they were all succumbing, one by one.
Forward-thinking, outwitting her, manipulating her…
"So cruel, Sejuani," Ashe said, voice barely audible. She could feel every inch of Sejuani inside her pregnant womanhood, cockhead knocking against her cervix, twitching and ready to let its load out at any moment. The Warlord ground into her violently. The former queen screamed as Sejuani suddenly dropped her arms, causing Ashe to violently fall onto her cock, before Sejuani caught her arse in her big, broad hands again, easily rutting up into her once more. To be fucked mid-air like this with her hands restrained… the complete loss of power, the embarrassing bouncing motion of her tits, the sight of everyone…
"No more… no more, oh Gods…"
Sejuani licked the shell of her ear… and pushing Ashe's chest hard against the pillar, she reached down and spanked her clit, sending a shock of violent pleasure through the white-haired monarch. Ashe splintered apart. She didn't even have time to think about how she hated this, how she didn't want it - suddenly, she was cumming, and it seemed all eyes turned to her - the violence of her orgasm was world-shattering. Chained down, controlled, used like a common slut, Ashe couldn't hold back… She came again and again in sudden succession, drenching Sejuani. It was true… it was true that she was a whore! It was true that as much as she hated it, she fucking loved it at the back of her mind. Every time Sejuani thrust, a shiver shot from her clit all the way up to her spine. Her skin was covered in goosebumps. All she could think about was when Sejuani would thrust again. She was a shameful, broken woman. She was nothing… She wasn't sure what she expected, perhaps laughter, perhaps some kind of cruel activity to take place in the crowd, jeering. But when they saw Ashe's face melt, all her sensibilities fading away, they began to cheer for her.
A small group of women in the crowd clapped their hands and began to sing a strange, almost ritual song, dancing, and the enthusiastic coupling of those in the mass continued. For some reason, they saw her violation as an acceptance into their midst. Such animals... yet they seemed so friendly right now. Ashe didn't understand, couldn't. Sejuani let her slump, untying the ropes, and dragging her close so her chest was pressed on Ashe's back.
"I'm not done, my frigid queen. Don't look so relieved… Just like I promised, I'm going to make you pay for every little comment you made, every petty scrap of resistance you threw my way."
That should've been horrifying, and in a way it was, but Ashe's clit was totally confused about that. Her pussy only grew wetter as she realized this first orgasm was just one of many.
"I love you. Can't you feel the strength of the Winter's Claw, just... just give into it. Become mine entirely." Sejuani, cupping the round expanse of Ashe's pretty stomach, grabbed the archer by the hair and bent her forward until she was in doggystyle position, her full breasts hanging in the air. A crude way to be posed, but Ashe didn't feel watched anymore. They weren't looking at her. These wild people were looking at THEM - Ashe and Sejuani, the most powerful couple in the Freljord. They were in front of hundreds and somehow, in that moment, Ashe and Sejuani felt like they were the only two beings in the world.
Ashe clenched her fists, licking up the trail of drool that was escaping her lips. "...Won't give in." Sejuani seemed utterly shocked that a few orgasms hadn't done her in. Ashe stared boldly forward, trying not to care that she was in such a sensitive, embarrassing position. Her womb begged for another flood, but she would never admit it like this. "This Avarosan lamb will never forget who she is. Do you understand? Even if I want to… I can't."
"And I can't let that part of you survive. Damn bitch… I will break you."
And so, the struggle began anew… Ashe wondered if really she just wanted to feel herself get ripped apart all over again. It felt amazing losing everything.
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-Shaboobamon
