Ice_Terror_Sejuani

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It was not a while after that The_Ice_Witch reached Nexus, and Sejuani was growing impatient. She SAW her 'sister' crossing a portal with a being so powerful and damned that even her ride, Bristle, trembled when she ordered him to advance; that never happened before, and the leader of the Winter's Claw bit her lower lip when Lissandra and Doombringer vanished before she could reach them.
Of course, when Lissandra disappeared it would have been easier to crush her kingdom, yet for the proud warrior and leader Sejuani considered herself a conquest without a worthy opponent meant less than nothing. Noone questioned her order to leave behind the kingdom of the Ice Witch.

It took days before Destiny made its move, and Sejuani crushed tribe after tribe just to kill bore and the pending dilemma that tormented her mind: why did Lissandra leave the Freljord? What was she looking for? The idea that the Ice Witch would have returned even more powerful bothered Sejuani more than she wished, and when she took Bristle and left the still celebrating tribe behind her, something happened. She felt 'him'. He was close, very close, and observing her. With a deadly grin, Sejuani moved forward, ready to face that odd creature. And he was waiting for her, in a black armour and riding a black horse with glowing red eyes. Under his helmet he smiled when Sejuani didn't even think about what to do: she charged the opponent, her ancient weapon in her firm grasp. Vhorakosh ran towards her too, and they both screamed their challenge. The fight was astonishing, brutal and satisfying, even for Sejuani' standards. She was panting, sweaty and wounded, but far from broken. Her opponent was still untouched and fresh as when the battle started. Still, when Sejuani charged again, the being hit with enough strenght that boar and rider flew for a couple of meters, hitting the hard, frozen ground.

When Sejuani woke up, appearently she fainted when Bristle fell on her, her opponent was at her side, the sword he held deep into the ground next to her head. Yet he helped her standing up, and even healed the wounds she and her mount got. When she asked who he was, Vhorakosh grinned. Within a moment he took her deep into Hell, in his kingdom. What forced the Demon to smile was that she never showed fear and her eyes always challenged his flaming ones. In the Seventh Hell, Sejuani and Vhorakosh fought again and again, and each time Sejuani's body dropped dead on the ground, the Demon took her back. Each time, Sejuani fought back, hit after hit, never asking a break: it was a wonderful, wonderful sensation. After what seemed days, Vhorakosh took her back. Barely one minute passed in her cold land, but she was sure they fought for almost two months. And they were both grinning, satiated by the bloodbath they shared.

The Doombringer drew a rune on Bristle's back using the blood he got from the fights with Sejuani, a drop each time she died. When the cursed letter was complete, a new portal opened. Sejuani then eyed at the Demon, who simply explained that he could not trust Lissandra, and that a proud, mighty and fearless warrior like Sejuani would have been perfect to keep an eye on the witch. Of course Vhorakosh promised Sejuani a new kind of power, and when the girl asked which kind of gift she was about to receive, the creature simply answered it was a gift to turn weaklings in what they were born to be. Grinning, Sejuani mounted Bristle and crossed the portal.

The travel was quick, unpleasent, painful and it almost drove her to insanity, but her strong will managed to save her: it was clear that the Demon wished to test her again. Vhorakosh was once again proud of her on the other side of the portal. Sejuani looked at Bristle, and she noticed that her mount changed : the rune was twitching on the back of her loyal ride, but the creature was now a wonderful, bulky white horse with ice-like eyes. When she called his name, the beast answered: it was still her ride, but in a new body. Following the little instructions the Demon granted her, Sejuani walked in the Nexus for the first time.

When she met Maximilian, Sejuani was sure he was a mere servant of the Demon. She gave him no respect at all, not even granting him a simple 'hello'. That lasted until she made the terrible mistake to call Goth_Melanie 'whore of the slave'. It was the first time Max lost control while at the edge of his powers, and any person present in the Magician_Hotel cooperated to contain the boy's fury. Sejuani lived only because Vhorakosh protected her with his own body: she made a terrible mistake underestimating the dark mage. Living at the boy's place, she discovered that Lissandra lived there as well, and Max, seemingly for payback, forced the duo in the same room, giving to Lissandra the permission to freeze Sejuani anytime the girl broke the rules of the house.

To gain his trust, and maybe his help in future fights, Sejuani did her best. Fighting for the boy, protecting him from odd creatures. She started respecting him more and more, and the feelings were shared. And then one night Sejuani offered herself to Maximilian, allowing the boy to share a nighy with a warrior queen. It was in the apex of the moment, when their bodies were one, and they shared a wonderful lust that Sejuani 'felt' the gift Vhorakosh granted her. Hunger. Sudden, strong hunger. As they finished, Sejuani rushed in the kitchen, swallowing anything she found edible. Nothing worked, since her stomach growled for more.
And then the boy reached Sejuani, and asked her to devour him. The girl eyed at him as if the boy was mad, but he said that was the gift she received: she was able to devour and digest other living beings. The promise of the Demon turned into reality: the weaks would have perished as food. As HER food. Drooling, she devoured Max, swallowing him whole. She almost cried when her body claimed what she started to consider a 'valuable ally', the closest thing to a friend she had. Yet the hunger was sated, and she discovered that Max could reform his own body. Of course, before the boy could say that he got hit by a rather afraid Sejuani who believed him to be a ghost there to haunt the noble warrior.

Now Sejuani is able to hunt and to devour all those that she considers weak and unworthy. Many tried to stop her and met their ends into her stomach, or in Bristle's one, since her 'horse' received the same gift. Noone is safe is she shouts her challenge.

KINKS

Sejuani considers herself the real queen of Freljord but there are some guiltful things that force her to be still 'human', even if she's quite rude, violent and able to crush a human's skull with her bare hands.

Domination:
Nothing pleases Sejuani more than being the one in charge. She'll always consider herself better than any other in front of her. It will be hard to convince her of the opposite

Femdom:
Sejuani LOVES breaking strong willed men. There's something wonderful in their protests, and it's even better when they shily beg for more once she has crushed their will.

Foot Play:
Max asked once to 'play' with her feet, and Sejuani discovered that having such an unworthy part of her body worshipped and loved caused her to moan cutely (Max got punched the very moment he laughted of that moan). She'll hardly ask for it, unless it's for abusing someone.

Ice Restrains:
Sejuani is able to create ties of True Ice with her mind. Noone can break them apart from Lissandra. The cold shivers of her victims as she ties them before eating or toying with them always grant her immense pleasure.

Smothering:
Sejuani has a strong yet lovely body. She gets pleased if someone worships her flesh while struggling to breath. This incluse ass smothering, breast smothering and belly smothering.

Bristle:
Her ride was turned into a horse, but Bristle is still a ravenous creature. It is not unusual for Sejuani to invite her loyal mount to the 'fun'. She loves to see a straight man abused by Bristle, but what she loves the most is feeding him with those she finds utterly weak and despicable, totally unworthy of her attenctions.