Ashe is just a woman.
Despite the worship and admiration of her people, who believe with their entire heart that she is her ancient ancestor, Avarosa, reborn - Ashe knows what she is. A woman, a human, with needs, and desires, and deep-set fears just like everyone else. It's only here that she can safely bathe in the comfort of her mortality. No one can ever know that she comes here. No one would ever understand. She hardly understands this "relationship" herself. She has countless suitors throwing themselves at her, including the warrior that had sworn his life to protect her, Tryndamere - yet they were not who her heart desired, who her body burned for in the depths of the night…
No, her body burned for her enemy. For the woman that was hellbent on destroying everything Ashe built with her hunger for power. Her sickening bloodthirst and ambition. Sejuani, the iceborn warmother of the Winter's Claw.
The shivering cold is a comfort to Ashe, the frigid air is pacing like a Rimefang wolf just outside their animal-hide tent. The sound of its sharp whistling is like a mother's bedtime hymn to her, but it's not the sound of the wind, or the comforting grip of the familiar cold that brings her true joy. It's the woman she's sharing a bedroll with. Sejuani's muscular body is wonderfully warm, her thick arm tucked around Ashe's waist and her chin resting on the Avarosan's shoulder.
"Mmm. You've been awfully quiet. What are you thinking about?" Sejuani whispers in her ear, the husk of her deep, resounding voice sending a shiver down Ashe's spine. She starts to get wet again at the mere sound of it, despite just settling down from their previous activities a few minutes ago. Sejuani rests a hot, calloused hand on her belly. When Ashe does not protest, she starts to trail it downward, letting loose a small growl of excitement. Ashe's heartbeat quickens, and she can't help but tremble, even as the anxiety sets in.
Ashe ponders the question. She is thinking about a lot. Too much, arguably. Sejuani doesn't want her to be honest. She wants to fuck Ashe senseless and leave it at that, nothing complicated. They comforted each other, burned for each other, and were allowed to be human together… That was it, all Sejuani wanted. She didn't feel the same way Ashe did, something the Avarosan warmother struggled to reconcile with every time the two departed from their secret little rendezvous. When morning came, Sejuani would be gone but the miasmic ball of emotions tumbling around inside of Ashe, the hope of sharing a future together that refused to die, wouldn't be…those feelings, needs, persisted. They always persisted. That's what made this so hard. Beneath the joy, beneath the warmth, Ashe felt her heart crack more and more every time they met. It wasn't sustainable. For so many reasons. One of these days, someone - a scout perhaps, or one of her advisors, would catch Ashe sneaking away. Then what?
Ashe trembled, and squeezed her icy blue eyes shut. "I-I'm thinking about how you and I… can't do this anymore."
The hand stopped stoking the embers in her belly. Sejuani froze up. "...What do you mean?" Her voice has that husk, sharp edge to it that Sejuani gets when she's starting to grow angry and aggressive. Part of Ashe is glad to hear it. No doubt, Sejuani shares the same passion for her. She just isn't willing to use that passion to drive them toward a future together. That's the problem. If emotion, if sex, was all that mattered… then Ashe would be fine with this, occasional meetings in the dead of the coldest winters… but she has her own people to think about.
"I can only put off marriage for so long. People are starting to wonder…why I haven't chosen a husband."
Sejuani grabs her shoulder, and flips Ashe onto her back. Stares down at her with hell's fury in the depths of her winter-blue eyes. Her beautiful face, all hard edges and coated with scars, is a mask of black rage and jealousy. Part of Ashe enjoys seeing it, revels in the sensation of being truly, hungrily desired.
"You will not get married. They're not worthy."
Ashe's lips curl, and her smile seems to drive Sejuani into a greater fury. The warrior slams her fist down on the pillow right next to Ashe's head and lets out a fierce, aggravated snarl.
"Who isn't worthy, exactly?" Ashe taunts.
"None of them are!" Sejuani hisses. "Spineless cowards, all of them."
Ashe stared up into the twin snowstorms burning into her, and then hastily looked away, unable to maintain the intense eye contact for long. "Tryndamere proposed, you know. He's as great a warrior as you. It…would be a great alliance. He is oathsworn already, but…if we were to become something more I am sure our people would be better off-"
The back of Sejuani's hand strikes her face fiercely, the piercing sound ringing in the air, echoing against the confines of their little tent. It hurts, but not as badly as knowing that nothing Ashe could say or do would make Sejuani pick Ashe over her tribe. Ashe's face and eyes burn, tears dripping down her cheeks. She stares up at the love of her life, the woman who would rather hit her than admit they belonged together. That they'd always belonged together. Sejuani stared down at her for one more long second, then made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. She stands up and moves away from Ashe, her entire body taut.
Ashe has already forgiven her. Though, Sejuani would never apologize - for regrets saying anything, being honest. She admires the wondrous curves and muscle of Sejuani's body, the hard, battle-scarred abdomen, the thick limbs made strong from hours of labor and fighting. Avarosans were not built the same way as those of the Winter's Claw. Ashe's were a soft and gentle people, herself included. She and Sejuani were polar opposites: Ashe: her eyes like twin oceans, lacking muscle, all skin and soft curves. While Sejuani is made of ivory muscle, rippling with it when she moves, her beautiful features hardened by war… the biggest difference between them is of course the thick, long cock dangling between Sejuani's legs, a lovely patch of curly white hair just above it. Sejuani has fucked countless women with it, and has made that perfectly clear, while Ashe has only been with one person, only ever wanted to: Sejuani. That was another difference between them, but… Ashe pretends she doesn't mind.
Sejuani screwed whoever she wanted, pillaged and destroyed whatever she pleased, yet was driven into a furious rage at the idea of Ashe marrying another? They truly could never understand each other. Ashe pulls the blanket up, and hides underneath it, feeling small. She hopes that Sejuani will just let the conversation go. That they can enjoy the rest of their time together. They see each other so rarely. But Sejuani is far too angry to let it go. She's radiating jealousy as she stomps around the tent, back and forth, making Ashe feel uncomfortable and restless.
"I won't fucking allow it, Ashe. You get married and then where does that leave me?"
Me, not us, Ashe notices. She opens her mouth to console the other woman, but Sejuani's frigid glare shuts her up.
"No. Shut your pretty mouth before I shove my cock in it. I see that look in your eyes. What are you going to say, that you'll still come see me anyways? To what end? You don't have the heart to be a disloyal wife, you're a fucking coward. And you're so duty-driven your belly will be fat with babe within weeks. I don't want to see that, you're mine."
Ashe mutters something. Sejuani's face goes even colder, "What did you just say?" She asks, but it's clear she already heard. Her tone alone whispers 'I dare you to say that again.'
Ashe stares boldly up at her. "I said you're the ' fucking coward.' Not me. You don't want to see me fat with someone's child?" She threw the blanket off, and spread her thighs, showing off her soft, hungry body. "Fill me with your seed then and don't force that…damnable herb down my throat. " She spoke of course of the Ajimala Herb, which wilts a fertilized egg if taken within the first few days of conception. One of Sejuani's favorites. "How many children of yours must I kill before you-"
Sejuani scowls, pale eyebrows furrowed as she interrupts with an intense expression, it almost seemed pained. "Don't say it like that."
"Like what?" Ashe hisses, enjoying the little pain she's actually capable of inflicting on the other Freljordian, "I'm only speaking the truth."
"Don't say killing ."
"You know how I feel about the matter. You force me to take it. I'll call it what I want."
Sejuani inhales deeply, fists clenched, her jaw taut. She's trembling. Then she exhales, and her shoulders lower. "I won't settle down into the soft, pathetic life you want for me. Peace? Cooperation?" Ashe flinches when the other iceborn woman spits on the ground, right next to their nights worth of supplies. "I'd rather die."
"No - You'd rather a man's dick be shoved inside me than admit that you-""
Sejuani interrupts again, harsher this time, and shakes her head, her white mane of hair wild from their earlier love-making. "I'll kill him, Ashe. I'll wage war on your people, I'll fucking butcher them if I have to." The muscular warrior knelt next to Ashe, staring right into her eyes, her own flashing with a mixture of hatred and something like love. "Don't say something so ridiculous again."
Ashe slaps her. Hard.
Sejuani doesn't react, just stares at her with those cold eyes. "I promise you. If you get married, get…pregnant… I'll ruin you."
Ashe slaps her again. Even with her cheek growing red, Sejuani doesn't flinch, and doesn't even acknowledge Ashe's rage. "Say you understand, Ashe, before I lose my damn mind."
For a moment, she wants to refuse. To rebel. To promise she'll let Tryndamere take her hand, knock her up, but she knows that's just a lie. She could never do that. "...I-I won't get married." Tears spill down her cheeks unbidden. "I hate you, Sejuani. More than anything in the world."
Sejuani smirks. Then, she cups Ashe's cheek, and kisses her tenderly. When Ashe moves to slap her again, Sejuani catches her wrist, and pulls back to admire her features, a tenderness softening her face. "And I love you more than anything in the world. When you submit to the Winter's Claw, I'll give you everything. I'll fuck you in front of everyone. Fill you up til you're nice and swollen with me. You'll finally be mine. All of you."
Ashe shivers violently. She doesn't doubt Sejuani's words. If she submitted, if she gave in, Sejuani would make Ashe her queen. The Winter's Claw were a crude, and at times, barbaric people. They certainly would rut in front of all their people, enticing in its own sick way, but more importantly. Ashe could finally have the one thing she'd wanted since childhood, aside from true peace across the Freljord: Sejuani's child budding in her belly, growing strong and fierce, so wonderfully theirs.
Letting loose almost animal sounds, their lips crush together. It's a hot, wet thing, all tongue and angry emotions swirling together. Sejuani grabs at her chest, not to make her feel good. She pinches Ashe's sensitive nipples, making her moan and quiver with need. Sejuani's forcefulness, the powerful anger emanating from her touch, says "Mine. All mine." There's no need for words. Sejuani's mouth tastes good, a bit of a salty flavor, her breath hot and heavy as she pushes Ashe's thighs apart.
"S-Sejuani," Ashe whimpered, then covered her mouth, her body trembling as she felt the hot head of Sejuani's cock press against her womanhood. She just had it, an hour earlier, and she's craving it again. Ashe spreads her thighs wide, and Sejuani forces her large, muscular body onto Ashes.
Ashe whines as she feels that familiar stretch. Sejuani's thick, hard cock is starting to push into her, nice and slow. Inch after painful inch. She's so wet, but Sejuani is so big, it doesn't matter. In truth, she loves the pain. It twists and coils with the hurt she feels inside, making her head all melty and blank. She can focus on her body if it hurts, instead of the tortured emotions screaming at her to grab the bag of anti-contraceptive herbs and throw them out into the wind, the precious contents blowing away, Sejuani's seed setting deep inside her-
"F-Fuck, Ashe, I can't live without this." Sejuani hisses as her cock slides home. Her hands tighten, grip as unbreakable as steel around Ashe's shoulders. Then they slowly slide across her shoulders to her throat. As they wrap around the delicate stem of her neck, Ashe's breath hastens. Sejuani grips her throat, and Ashe moans, gasps, as Sejuani bucks her hips hard, once. Her cock slides all the way in, deep up into her, the head resting against the entrance of her womb - kissing it.
"You realize that, right?" Sejuani whispers. "That I'd go mad if I didn't get to see you? Didn't get to feel this perfect pussy wrapped around me?"
Ashe trembles as Sejuani's wonderful hands tighten around her throat, threatening to squeeze the life out of her if they hold on long enough. As her oxygen starts to leave her delicate frame, her pussy only tightens, her belly quivering with need. She's so wet, she's making a mess of their bedroll, and the tighter Sejuani grips the more she drips. She starts to move too, pushing her hips up to meet Sejuani's desperate thrusts.
For a moment, she contemplates it: giving everything up, all her dreams and aspirations for the Freljord. Perhaps being Sejuani's queen wouldn't be so bad. She often hears tales of battle-hardened warriors being softened by their loving wives. But as Sejuani's eyes burned into her, hot in the way only true ice can be, that hope withered away and died in her chest. Sejuani was not like other warriors. Ashe could not be with Sejuani. Could not submit. Could not give up her dream of uniting the Freljord. If she did, Sejuani would sweep across the Freljord like a blizzard, destroy countless civilizations and tribes, absorbing them into her fold, growing more and more powerful- and Ashe would be helpless.
No, that's a lie… Ashe would be happy just caring for their child. She was just a woman. A silly woman, who wanted to be a mother, Sejuani's wife, more than she wanted to unite the Freljord. And that was the issue. Sejuani would undo her, and everything she'd ever built, just like that. She wasn't an iceborn queen of the Freljord when she was with Sejuani. She… was weak. And selfish. And terrifyingly, horribly, happy.
"Don't…stop" Ashe gasps out, and Sejuani releases her, letting her breath. Even so, she obeys, doesn't stop fucking Ashe. In fact, she starts to thrust even harder, as if trying to break her. She pins Ashe's wrists down by her head as she pants and bucks her hips like an animal in heat. For a moment, Ashe lets her convoluted thoughts trickle off into nothing, just enjoys the feeling of having her glistening sex filled, over and over. Sejuani's cock is the only one she's ever wanted, would ever want. She wraps her legs around Sejuani's waist, pins her feet against the warrior's muscular ass, and rocks back against her. Sejuani is filling her so deep, it's making her mind melt away into a puddle of nothing, this is all she wants, all she's ever wanted, it's what she craves at night with her hand rubbing between her thighs. Nothing compares. Not Tryndamere, not any other man, nor woman.
Sejuani lets out a true warrior's roar, grabs Ashe by her long, pretty white hair, and comes. Ashe locks up, tenses, and hits her peak as she feels Sejuani's cum flood her. She's so full in seconds, so much thick, potent cum nestling in her folds. Deep up in her belly. So warm, even with the freezing winter of the Freljord all around them. They cling together, bodies entwined, their lips mashing together hard. Ashe's eyes burn, and she sobs as Sejuani kisses her. When the warrior pulls away, tugs her cock free, she stares at Ashe with disgust.
"What the fuck are you crying for?"
Ashe is silent for a moment. "..This-this has to be the last time."
Sejuani's eyes go wrathful black, but Ashe speaks quickly.
"I won't marry but… I won't see you again. I…just can't do this anymore." The pleasure always turns into a pain worse than death. Heartbreak.
The words hang between them, an unfathomable weight. Then, Sejuani shook her head. "No.I told you I'll go mad."
"You've already driven me mad!" Ashe whispered harshly. "Sneaking away from my people to fuck you like a damn animal…"
For a really long moment, Sejuani doesn't say a word. When she raises her hand, Ashe expects her to hit her again. She flinches. Instead, the warmother of the Winter's Claw grabs their precious herb bag, quick as can be.
"Sejuani, don't- what do you think you're-" When she tries to grab at the bag, Sejuani backhands her again, so hard her head rings and she falls backwards.
"Whether you're leaving me to be married, or leaving me to be on your own - It makes no difference."
Ashe stands up again, feeling all of Sejuani's hot, sticky cum dripping down her thighs. She grabs Sejuani's scarred, muscular arm, tries to pull her back to their bedroll, tries to do anything to stop her current course of actions… but it makes no difference. Sejuani is far stronger than her, and always has been. When she opens the tent, a part of Ashe is glad for it. A part of Ashe knows that this chain of events was inevitable if she was honest…
The wind blows into their tent, biting into their skin like knives. Then Sejuani rips open the bag the herbs float away in the wind, like a rapid river drowning a helpless babe. Ashe stares outside at the frigid white nothingness. Maybe it was regret she felt, yet it seemed more like…relief, and she hated herself for it. She bit her bottom lip, and cried.
"I could leave now. Go home, get more of it!" Ashe threatens.
Sejuani shuts the tent then walks right up to her. They're so close to each other she can feel Sejuani's body heat radiating off her skin. Eye to eye, Sejuani doesn't move. Ashe is trembling. With rage? With excitement? With joy? She can't tell.
"No, you can't," Sejuani whispers, grabbing Ashe by the chin when she tries to pull away and staring deep into the warm, tender place hidden behind her eyes. "You knew what you were doing when you spoke. Putting crazy ideas into my head like that. Leaving me? Marrying someone? You truly are mad if you think I'd ever let you go."
She wipes Ashe's tears away, disturbingly gentle.
"I…I hate you," Ashe confesses again.
Sejuani just laughs. "I'm going to keep you here until my seed sets. Then you're going to go home, and pretend like being with me isn't the only thing you want in this world. Call that hatred if you want."
"I hate you!" Ashe repeats herself, harsher this time, but Sejuani still ignores her. Sejuani's gaze is unwavering, her voice harsh and quiet now, near whisper.
"Then I'm going to come for what belongs to me." She rests her hand on Ashe's belly. "For both of you."
Ashe trembles. "...I could leave right now. You wouldn't risk an attack from my people. You'd let me go."
Sejuani shrugs her wonderfully scarred, broad shoulders. "Maybe you're right." Then she steps away. "I won't stop you. Run home, gobble down our precious little herb. What was that wonderful phrasing you used earlier? Oh yes, kill our child. This time, you won't be able to use me as an excuse for it, though. Reckon with that."
Ashe stays silent for the longest time. Of course, Sejuani is right. She always is. What will her people say? When they see her belly growing bigger, when they realize who the other parent is? She can imagine Tryndamere's face growing cold at the realization that the woman he'd so passionately pursued had never been his, had never even desired him with even the smallest fragment of her being.
Since they were kids, since the day she was born, she was Sejuani's.
"I hate you," Ashe lies one last time, sobbing and shaking her head. "You're so cruel, you're so horrible!"
Snorting, Sejuani grabs her by the throat. She violently shoves Ashe onto her back, where she lands on their fluffy bedroll.
"Cruel? I did you a favor. You were asking for this, begging me with those sad, pathetic eyes of yours. You love me, Ashe. Just like I love you. And I'll prove it, right now. I'll prove you're mine. Every inch of you. Every strand of hair, every precious egg just waiting to be fertilized, every inch of soft, delicate skin begging to be bitten and marked and scarred."
Ashe trembles- naked, in every meaning of the word.
Sejuani smirks. "Get on your hands and knees, bitch. Ass up."
Ashe feels like she's been struck by command sets her body quivering, like fingers strumming a string instrument. Sejuani doesn't rush her, and that makes her worse. Just stares at her with those cold, hungry eyes - waiting. She doesn't need to hit Ashe, doesn't need to yell at her, or threaten to harm her to get her to obey.
Ashe is just a woman. Sejuani's woman.
Getting on her knees, spreading her thighs and pushing her ass high - ready to be mounted- is the only thing that makes fucking sense. Whether Ashe united the clans, or Sejuani conquered the Freljord… the outcome would be the same: Ashe, on her knees, just like this, pussy hot and begging to be filled, even as the fresh seed set deep within her. She wanted more. More Sejuani, all of her.
Sejuani laughs. It's humiliating, and comforting, at the same time. When Sejuani's hand strikes her ass, Ashe nearly cums, moaning desperately. She's a trembling mess, drenched, desperately clinging to their blankets to stay upward. She nearly collapses when Sejuani's fresh erection starts to sink into her womanhood again.
"Sejuani! Gods, I-I love you, I love you so much!"
Sejuani grabs her by the throat, squeezes the words out of her, bites down on her shoulder - hard, teeth drawing blood, and thrusts deep.