I Rule The Freljord

Sejuani was smacked by a pillow belonging to the Ice Witch, Lissandra assaulting the laughing woman as feathers started to fly. Lissandra found herself confused by Sejuani’s laughter as opposed to her usual anger.

“Why are you laughing?!” Lissandra asked, pummeling Sejuani who kept chortling. “I will not have you mocking me as I fight for what is mine!”

Sejuani smirked self-approvingly. “I’m laughing because you’ve proven that even in this kind of combat, Ashe can still out perform you!”

Lissandra’s pillow swinging stopped as she stared at the Winter’s Wrath, dumbstruck with the limp pillow raised over her head. The woman’s teeth barred as she scowled. “LIES!”

The Ice Witch aimed to slam Sejuani and cover her in feathers, but the Winter’s Wrath rolled and kicked Lissandra’s legs. The blue woman stumbled and Sejuani stole her pillow, pushing Lissandra down with her bare ass high-up, a target begging to be hit. Sejuani slammed the pillow down on the pert cheeks, the object exploding and covering all three women in feathers. Lissandra audibly groaned, but when hearing Ashe and Sejuani giggling mixed with her rear lightly jiggling, the Ice Witch’s mouth twitched with mirth, and she giggled a little too.

Sejuani and Ashe saw her sit up, Lissandra glancing back and forth between the two leaders. The three women looked at the bed which originally had a blue, solid glow to it had become covered entirely in feathers and limp pillows. They then saw three still intact pillows sitting with one being further than the others. Looking at one another with knowing smirks, the three women pounced.

Ashe and Sejuani raced to the closer ones as Lissandra captured the further one. The Frost Archer and The Winter’s Wrath smirked with confidence at their opponent, and with a yell from both, they leapt in the air toward the other one. Ashe gripped her pillow with both hands, leaning forward which allowed her huge butt to be seen fully. Sejuani did the same, her ample cleavage in the motion of jiggling as she prepared to duke it out with Ashe. Lissandra joined in last, save for her not leaping, instead seemingly skipping toward them with a wide swing prepared to smack Ashe’s rear.

The Freljordian women fought it out with exclamations and audible smacks and pops as their weapons broke open. They began to giggle as a storm of feathers swirled around them. Ashe hit Lissandra, then parred Sejuani’s attack, but Lissandra quickly got revenge on Ashe by hitting her rump. Ashe giggled delightfully and hit Lissandra’s backside, the Ice Witch cackling blissfully instead. Sejuani slugged them both in a single swing, Lissandra and Ashe knocked down while laughing as Sejuani threw aside her spent pillow. Not giving it a second thought, the woman stole both pillows, standing tall and proud over the nude women who looked at her with uncertainty.

Sejuani raised the feathered sacks. “I RULE THE FRELJORD!”

She jumped lightly off the bed, and slammed both pillows on the women with feathers exploding everywhere. Sejuani extended her arms, catching some cascading feathers in her hands and softly blowing them. She stood with her foot on Ashe’s rump, hands on her rounded hips and her right hand raised in triumph.

She’d won.

She’d beaten both tribe leaders for control of the Freljord in a lingerie-turned nude pillow fight. Sejuani let the feathers fall to the floor, stepping off Ashe finally and examining both women, superiority plastered on her face.