"Right... RIGHT!" Vi hyped herself up. Slapping herself in the face a few times. (Though not hard as she know Caitlyn'd interfere immediately if she felt justified cause for it.)
But despite the hyping up, and her desire to do good she just shuffled back and forth trying to figure out how to best approach this. Awkwardly scooting over to the bed she slowly sat down on the edge and with hesitant hands placed one on Cait's waist, trailing by now familiar injuries and ink.
Her look was not one of lust or desire... But one of affection and longing. Eyes admiring someone she truly loved and cared for. It wasn't like prison and perhaps that's why she struggled so much with intimacy. It didn't have to be a show of dominance, or fought over. It could be genuine and free.
"You're so pretty... Cupcake."
That's what came out of her mouth as she looked at Caitlyn with what could only be described as puppy eyes.
⸝How Cute & Sweet ;Just like a Drakehound whose you had gained all the respect, loyalty, & adoration from.Â
Among all in Noxus ; maybe it was up to Seraphine to be the sole soul to deem Draven in such a way as she grunted & grumbled. There was something oh-so endearing to feel wanted in such a matter by her; intimate & unique âSeraphine wasnât a full to think she was the only one, after all : there was more Draven than enough for all, but it moments like those it was inevitable for the Songstress to feel highly special.
The Melodies that she could catch from Draven almost interwinning with her own emotions. Arousal always provoking sultry ups & downs in the accords, like a battle turned into a dance. The drumming of his heart in his chest, the notes coming from his breathing, the sighs exhaled from her lips before being turned & her voice stolen in favor of a Kiss she was more thanâwilling to sink in, & attempt to not turn breathless too soon; despite of the little chuckle inevitably bubbling in the middle of her loving lips at all the actions.
The brief instant in which Dravenâs thumb would caress her fingers & palm would bring forth a darker blush crowning her petal features, far better culprit than their actionsâ Only him could be able to turn it into something so sweet just before her fingers may tend his arousal with kinder & more precise motions than the leather of her own attire âher touch painfully slow at first, solely  for her rhythm to catch up in the middle of the kisses while daring to deepen them.Â
Her other hand not being of much help, as if innerly she was enjoying the little battle of not breaking the kiss, left to the darkâ & instead tracing up from his abs up to his chest with long, appreciative caresses, humming with admiration & delight at the chiseled silhouette { memorizing every corner ; every centimeter ; she could write a serenata praising himâ a part of her was assured that Draven may like that perhaps }
Finally reaching to her nape, the delicate fingers would nest in there, softly scratching & both offering a loving gesture while also keeping her in place. No, indeed, breaking the kiss was not an option just yet, as their colors would be shared across fading & disastrous make up by this pointâ It was such a marvel, how she could be so weak for her; & find her own contemplative mind that if the Show was delayed, none else would mind.
No, noâ no, no, no; Seraphine reminded herself & took her thoughts out of temptation, almost chuckling in the kiss while her hands contrasted in actions yet not differing in sheer & profound adoration, promising of worship. Time was important & Draven was as good as Drakehound knowing a prize was awaiting him if well behaved & patient for the longer play time.
& yet it was also what was making her ponder if she wasnât supposed to keep with the show & her voice needing to be up to the conditions; she may have offered to kneel & wrap her lips around her girth without much thought. But that could be later on; when stealing her to her place, of course~
Repeatedly during the kiss he murmured needily; let out soft grumbles of pleasure and excitement as her hand stroked his arousal with a teasing slowness.
Part of him wanted her to keep doing that; to take it slow and build up. But they really shouldn't... The show must go on as they say and it couldn't go on without the two main stars. Yes, two. Draven was not known to share, even if he offered his body to many people. But with Seraphine? Yeah, it was fine if it was her. She understood him in a way most people didn't. Because she chose to learn rather than keep it superficial.
Finally she had found one of the condoms she had hidden on her person and fumbled about with one hand to undo and prepare the rubber. There wouldn't be any penetrating, not now. But it sure helped not make a mess in the dressing rooms! Or worse, on their outfits.
It took a while but he managed to undo it. All the while his kissing got sloppier and messier as he was getting annoyed at the task. Finally breaking off the kiss when he got it and gently took her wrist to pull her hand away from his length, kissing her palm a few times while maintaining eye contact with her.
A loud exhale escapes her, as she takes the condom and carefully rolls it down her arousal. "I'm honestly surprised we still manage to keep shows going together; given how often this happens." And yeah, it happened very often. Draven took full responsibility for it. Looking around the room she thought to herself about how to best do this in a sexy, but quick manner.
Sure it was on the spot and impromptu, as it usually was in the dressing room, but he wasn't going to just get Seraphine to help him and then play it off. That was an insult! And just... boring.
Tapping the vanity with the back of his foot he was satisfied with the sturdiness, moved everything aside with his elbow and hopped on in one swift motion, legs spread his girth stuck out. Beckoning Seraphine to come over.
"Come on, songbird. I know you like nestling between my legs. Or you rather I bend over against the counter so you can milk me? Drrrravennn'll take either one if you do it." She was quick to take Seraphine's hand again. Bringing it up to her lips as she began peppering it with kisses. Even daring to draw her tongue along her fingers and between them. Still keeping eye-contact with Sera as she did so.
Sivir let out a needy but soft moan, her eyes closing shut as they shared that heated kiss. The other hand moved to Draven's nape, tugging lightly at the hair there. She felt a strong shudder of arousal that caused a throb between her legs as he teased.
The hand that stroked her cock through clothing continued in a languid motion. It's when they parted from the kiss, pressure at her bottom lip that she said "Foreplay~ but if you're that eager to fuck me, I won't say no."
Draven let out a breathy chuckle against Sivir's neck, his teeth still pressed to her skin; but he wasn't biting further just yet. "I'm always eager to go to bed with you, Sandy. But nothing wrong with a little drawn-out foreplay, right?" Putting one of his legs a little further aside to give Sivir more access to his crotch, he welcomed her continued teasing as he in turn resumed nipping at her neck with loving pecks and the occasional scrape of his teeth.
Her own hand moved to slip around Sivir's waist, squeezing it as she began squeezing and patting her thigh for some return teasing. Tilting her head she moved in to try and intercept her playmate's lips with her own; then letting her tongue lull out of her mouth and draw it across her throat instead now that she found a good spot for it.
"Permission to bite, hard?" Draven asked, breathing hot and heavy against Sivir's throat. It was sexy to bite there, if you could handle a bit of stinging...
⸝Red as the String that intertwined their Fates together ; tightening around their fingers & swirling up their arms to conquer their Heartbeats ; Red like the Love she felt for them ; Red as the sweetest of cherries & pomegranate upon tongue, saccharine sweet like Lee Sinâs voice ; & deeply within Ahri drinks the demeanor of her Beloved with as much joy as one holds the most beautiful of treasures; she cannot help but allow the simper upon her rosy lips to grow fonder.Â
âGood Answer ; My Flower.â
Cause in this room of secrets âwhere affection could unceremoniously bloom, where only the two of them were allowed to shed the reigning & expected behaviors; the Monk was as gracious & as delicate as a flower to the Vulpine. Something only meant to be caressed by her lips, claws embracing with gardenerâs care their throat { briefly tightening ; never enough to choke: but a premise of promises untold } as her mouth hovers barely an inch from Lee Sinâs ; breathing in the same air & willing to steal every thought.Â
One last inhale before she gracefully moves, parsimonious as if one not willing to startle & disturb a beloved pet. âOh, silken giggle comes from her as her hands leave the pristine skin: one supporting her weight as her body contorts & her arm reaches to the drawer of the night table ; it is full of a plethora of endearments⌠perhaps as many as tools that only see the light in their intimacy.Â
Collars of several colors & thousands of different little trinkets ornamenting them, yet it didnât matter how many she would buy for Lee Sin, somehow Ahriâs favorite had always been the crimson ones. The color of Love, the color of Life; the color of Fortune & Joy â- & as she comes to a better position, straddling the Monkâs hip just perfectly for her own core to press against the lace-covered intimacy; Ahri canât avoid to live for the infatuation waking up to her as her hands make the whole collaring an act of pleasant communion.
âTilt your head up for me just a little bit, my Love; I want to see it wholeâ Her voice never raises; commanding with tenderness as one sharp nail traces the border of the fastened symbol of her ownershipâŚÂ
No; she always needed to stop herself there⸝
Lee Sin belonged only to themselves; Ahri sometimes needed to remind herself before she would commit to the fantasy. But it was nice to covet ; to play ; to know she was the only one to have this sight: None else, ever would see him tremble as he did, none else would ever taste the kisses awaitingâŚÂ
âMine, my Lee Lee, youâre only mine to adore;
⸝all of you from the tip of your toes to the tip of your hair~â
& so succumbs to it. Her mouth descends to leave a trail around the borders of the Collar, praising in her actions the beauty it brings. Fangs daring to bite; yet never breaking into skin, just enough for a little red mark to appear, worshipping with her hands across his torso like who memorizes the curves & shape of a Masterpiece.Â
â Say it⌠You are my Sweet, & Precious Treasure. Say you are Loved, say you are Beautiful ; & Mine only.â Ahriâs voice is low, laced with too much bleeding care as her hips undulate against hers just enough to be felt, a promise of something for later just as much as her own body growing hungry for the one who stole her own Heart.
Maybe it was her who shall whisper & promise ownership.
Lee didn't move an inch, even as her fingers ever so gently put a little more pressure on his throat and neck. If his eyes were still there they'd be staring with full admiration and adoration at his love, who shifted her weight and put down more pressure on his nethers. Toes curling in the stockings as he followed her words. Meekly, obediently.
Craning her head up, elbows brought in to prep herself up as Ahri solidifies the mood for the evening with the nearly inaudible click of the collar. The little charm's subtle motions made waves for Lee who relied on her senses to paint a picture for herself to 'see.'
Her affectionate words and praise left them flustered still. There was no way for them to get even more flustered than they already were; but they still welcomed it. Whimpering softly as Ahri began marking her property, her Lee Lee as she so aptly put it.
How different such intimate nights had become. Reminiscing briefly about his days as a wandering exile. Sleeping with people as a means of trying and seeing what he liked. To experience what other people considered to be normal. And the horrible aftermath that involved with the monk emptying his stomach contents in the bathroom.
It left not necessarily a scar, but a memory. One that when brought up or was experienced with a different person would always result in the same deep discomforts.
Not with her...
Ahri was different because she listened to their story, their discomforts and displeasures. And rather than call them weird for it, she was patient and offered different ideas.
Ideas that were, clearly, working much better.
"I-I'm..." It took him some effort as he averted his gaze. One of the two pigtails helping to cover his face partially. "I'm you're sweet and precious treasure... I'm l-loved. I'm... I'm beautiful and your's only. Only belonging to Ahri." They were whispered, not spoken with confidence at all.
For all the calmth, determination and unwavering certainty Lee Sin carried daily it faltered when Ahri made her speak of things that she wasn't truly comfortable with. Vanity, love, being treasured. Such things were not for a Monk, they had been dismissed and put away. Only to be brought back up by Ahri.
Embarrassed Lee let his elbows drop back down as he fell back on the bed. Grabbing his tails and covering his face with them as he swore he could feel the heat coming off him burn a hole through the bed.
But it meant so much. Their heart was pounding, they were so deeply happy and even their uniquely stoic libido was stirred by this. They were lucky to have someone as caring as Ahri. So much patience for someone who would be passed over by anyone else because of these restrictions and the lifestyle choices.
One could blame the drinking or loneliness, but neither of those things were what caused the Battle Mistress to straddle and sit on Draven's lap. She merely wanted to and she usually acted on her desires. Besides, there were no strings attached between them right? They could do whatever they both wanted and walk away. The kiss they were sharing was hungry and one of her hands squeezed his behind possessively, whilst the other slipped into his trousers to teasingly rub at her sex.
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He was just about to put a tankard to his lips when suddenly Sivir moved to straddle his lap. A delighted smile spreading on his lip as he quickly lowered the drink. "Oh? Oh!"
Just as she opened her mouth to say something typically Draven, she invited Sivir's tongue into her mouth. Which she fought with her own tongue pressing back. Leaning forward, scooting to the edge of her seat as she knew how this usually ended.
A needy little growl escaped Draven. His erection 'waking up' the moment her hand touches it. Breaking the kiss, he put his fangs to Sivir's bottom lip. "Here and now? Or we just hitting foreplay, Sandy?"
Regardless of what they'd decide on, Drrrravennnn was going to repay the favor. Moving her hands along Sivir's curves then to her hips to support her in her actions and dig her nails into the Battle Mistress' hips. Moustache brushing along Sivir's neck as she put her teeth against her play-mate's skin, dragging them down ever so slowly.
Like a spoiled child he made little growls and grumbles as her fingers caressed his hair. It was something he enjoyed, but rarely got to delight in. Because when his hair was done nicely you didn't get to touch it. But after a go in the Arena? Sometimes; not always but sometimes... He'd really enjoy it if Seraphine acknowledged him through this way.
Soft presses to her neck, teeth pushing but no breaking... No breaking.
But Draven was weak; so weak for her songbird. So when Seraphine started giving her reasons as to why they shouldn't be doing this: she obliged and accepted that it wasn't going to happen now. But she was already wrapped around her fingers. And as such let her arousal be tempted and tested, pressing a little harsher against her curves. Grinding her hips back and forth. if there were no materials between them she'd use Sera's ass to rub one out without even penetrating any holes.
But he didn't because he listened; he respected and, again: he was weak for her.
"Fuck..." She mumbled against Seraphine's neck at the agreement that they'd do even more after the final few rounds. And getting it back up was certainly not an issue. Letting go of at least one or two inhibitions she plants soft pecks against Seraphine's neck, up up up and then pulls away so that she could lock lips with her, turning their bodies together.
Reaching down he pulled his shorts down and took one of the songstress' hands, thumb gently and lovingly running along her fingers and palm before sending it down around his heat while bringing that hand back to go and search for one of several condoms hidden. It'd be easier to just properly grab it and break off the kiss and touching of one another but...
Yeah.
No.
Her free hand was caressing Sera's waist, enjoying the tightness of her attire; how it hugged all the right curves. Cupping her ass and fondling it to show appreciation for her beautiful body.
All the while refusing to break their kiss; stealing what little lipstick was left from her and pushing some of his eye black onto Sera's face.
"Alright... Thank you." His voice was low; a whisper as she praised him. He wasn't used to it outside of the bedroom but he managed with plenty of compliments back and a loving smile. But in the bedroom those words of words couldn't get past his lips. Instead he focused on her words.
Their face flush; noticeable even in the dim of the room. "Yes Ahri... I-I'm all yours." They murmured back in response. Being wanted like this was even more difficult to accept but one did not need sight to feel the way Ahri's eyes scanned over their body. Such a look of adoration and need was not something you just argued with. It feels special.
And he could only agree with her words but not repeat them; such appreciation and admiration for himself was very out of character for a trained monk even in the mood they set for themselves.
A soft gasp passes her lips as she was pressed into the bed; pinned underneath Ahri as her legs tangle with those of her lover. Skin rubbing against the stockings that sends even more shivers running along her body.
Missing something? Lee didn't even get to question what as Ahri's tails resumed the assault and her hot breath ran along his skin. Hands weakly holding onto Ahri's elbows as they quivered to try and hold onto her. Now he had to make a decision. And bedroom or not: Lee remained Lee.
Overthinking when it came to their lover. What would please Ahri most? What other outfits would she have them wear? It should be universal enough! But it was hard to think straight when you were teased and harassed from various sides and Ahri's teeth did no more than bring the idea of being marked to mind.
Eventually, with plenty of effort, did they take Ahri's hands and brought them up to his throat. Gently directing them and placing them around his neck as he turned his head to avert his proverbial gaze. Hair draping over his face. "The red one." Red like the tints of her robes. Red, like the silk covering his blindness. Red like the flames of the Dragon and Red like a heart; that beat only for Ahri...
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His hips rocked back and forth; ever so steadily, as Ezreal lazily dug her fingers through his hair. Letting out soft, tender little whimpers of enjoyment as she burrowed herself further in the blankets.
It was perhaps not the most âsensibleâ way to have sex; Aphelios thought to himself as he cracked open his eyes to watch the flustered expression of his girlfriend who was still wearing her oversized hoodie and bra, partially balled up in a layer of blankets that formed the perfect back-rest for them to do this. While he had gone the full âmileâ of taking off his clothing. Being in the nude as he gently ran his hand along Ezrealâs hip and down to her foot. Watching her squirm to his touch.
He had thought about it before; but to have it be confirmed time and again was always a treat.
Ezreal was a little pop princess; that is how she marketed herself as well. And her voice was soft; gentle. And even now it was soft and gentle, but it was calling out his name, as well as soft cries of delight and enjoyment. Drawn out whimpers and gasps of delight. And he liked this pace⌠slow, steady. And getting to look at Ezrealâs face all he wanted.
All the cute and flustered expressions she made as she wiggled her arm, the sleeve drooping down as Phel caught it and brought it over to his face. Her gentle touch caressing his cheek as he kissed the inside of her palm several times over while giving her a few more thrusts. Her breath hitched as she rolled her head back, resting on her favorite pillow.
Even now, she had the habit of nuzzling her face halfway into the fabric of it. She did so when she was about to go to bed as well; but she was far from tired given that she was still not satisfied as he could feel her clench down hard on him.
While he let go of her hand, he placed both hands on her hips as she reached out to wrap her arm around his neck. Being pulled up into his arms as he awkwardly and clumsily made a turn to now prop himself up against the wall with the help of the blankets, letting Ezreal sit on his lap as she peppered his neck with kisses and gentle nips. Murmuring things like: âI love youâ and âPhel-Phelâ in his ear. If his face wasnât red, it was now.
She even tried to do some work of her own; wanting to make him feel good, too. But she was awkward; hesitant. Needing a little bit of his help as she had taken off her prosthetic; a good sign and one Phel rewarded by helping her. Supporting her waist as she pulled up and slowly let herself slide back down on his dick.
The action making the composerâs voice stock; nothing came out, but he was clearly in ecstasy (and delight) at Ezrealâs actions. Which she took note of, smiling lovingly at him as she wiggles her stump in his direction. Which he smiles at with a silent chuckle; pressing his lips to hers. Strawberry⌠sweet and sticky. Part of his body was probably covered in it with how much she had been kissing him.
The fact she had taken off her prosthetic meant everything to Aphelios; because he knew how sensitive she was with it. To have it down in a vulnerable moment was not lost on him. And he was careful to not just touch it; even by accident. Ezreal got to decide what she did with it; where it went and if he could touch it. She had warned him several times before their first time that one mistake, and heâd never see her stump again⌠That he could break her trust.
Moving one hand down her stomach, he also did his part giving a few more thrusts as she bit her bottom lip letting out a drawn-out whimper and ended it with a sharp inhale. Wordlessly, Phel mouthed âShall I?â at her. Which she caught but did not immediately answer, her toes curling in her socks as she contemplated before giving a very slow and drawn out nod; her face almost as flustered as the bow on Hello Kittyâs head, which was THANKFULLY turned away. Just like all her plushiesâŚ
He didnât want to think about it, but he couldnât help it when over a hundred plushies had to be painstakingly turned around one by one so they couldnât âseeâ what they were doing. But that too was an aspect he found endearing about her.
So endearing. He mumbled something inaudible and moved in to softly peck Ezrealâs head repeatedly as he brought one hand between them and wrapped around her clit, which he began to stroke with tender motions. His scratchy and quiet voice speaking to her as she leaned more into him, squeezing down on him. âThere there PrincessâŚâ
âYouâre doing great.â He praised her, watching her face light up despite her embarrassment. He knew exactly what she wanted to hear, and only because they had discussed it before starting.
Tenderly, gently. She tried to go along with his strokes, and not long after she tensed up and let out a flurry of whimpered and girlish murmurs. To moan loudly was something she disliked; it made her feel unpleasant. Aphelios had yet to admit that he thought her noises were just⌠funny. Cute; but funny.
Regardless, he brought his hand up, her semen staining it as she looked at him through half-lidded eyes and put some energy into herself. Taking his hand and slowly licking up her own cum while bringing her hips up and putting them down. It didnât take her that long to clean his hand; or push him over the edge as his voice hitched. One of his brows quirked, and he trembled as he held Ezreal closely, who let out another whimper/girlish murmur out in response to feeling him ejaculate.
Their tenseness faded as Aphelios let his shoulders go down and carefully pulled himself out of Ezreal. Scooting aside to let her lay down on the blankets. Legs spread as he took the sleeve containing her stump and carefully tucked it all inwards to make a small âcoveringâ or âpillowâ to protect it as he stood up and scratched his neck while heading for the bathroom.
There he would take off the condom and throw it away; using some toilet paper to wipe down his dick and throw it aside as well, before putting on his underwear and shirt and going back to Ezreal. Watching her wipe down herself and folding up the paper that Phel disposed of before sitting on the bed, and scooting next to her as Ezreal curled down and cuddled up against him.
Reaching over to grab the additional set of blankets at the edge of the bed, he draped it over the both. Reaching out to grab a pair of panties from the floor which he passed to Ezreal who squirmed around under the blankets to put it back on. Popping her head up with the cat-eared hood of her oversized hoodie, letting out a quiet âMeowâ for seemingly no reason other than to make Phel chuckle at the silly act.
Reaching out, he pulled her closer as they both pressed against one another and closed their eyes for a little power nap after all that⌠As they usually did afterward.
Though Aphelios was happy, he was NOT ready to help Ez turn around all her plushies againâŚ
She had been dying to do this for the longest time. Using her abilities, the Matron seemed to materialize beneath Swain's desk while the Grand General was deep in discussion with one of her generals. Reports, mostly, detailing Noxus' latest incursions into Shuriman territory.
Of course, the other person in the room had no idea of her presence, but Swain? Oh, she knew. LeBlanc wasnât even attempting to conceal herself from her, and her hands on Swainâs thighs were more than enough evidence of her intentions.
She knelt before Swain, positioned right between her legs. Her thumbs traced slow, deliberate circles on the inside of Swainâs thighsâdangerously close to her groinâas dark desire behind golden eyes. If Swain needed further confirmation of her Pale Empressâs wicked intentions, the malicious smirk on LeBlanc's lips, paired with a lustful bite of her lower lip, left no room for doubt.
Still, LeBlanc paused for a few moments, giving Swain the choice to push her away. If she didnât, LeBlanc would take it as permission to continue.
Swain was so attuned to the presences in her office that LeBlanc's entry would never go unnoticed. But the Grand General couldn't find her beloved Pallid Empress till she made her presence known by the hands on her thighs.
Another one of LeBlanc's whims; not that Swain'd complain. But did it /have/ to be done during a meeting?
She was no batter honestly, when the familiar offer of choice was given Swain slightly adjusted herself. Not to push LeBlanc away, but to engage in her game. Scooting the seat closer, prepping herself upright and putting her legs past LeBlanc, essentially pressing her up against the General's crotch. Locking her in place between the desk, Swain and her legs.
Mussing up her hair, she let out a quiet scoff, flicking her demonic finger in the direction of the General who grew tense by the signal. "On second thought, give me a full report..."
"Grand General, Ma'am... With all due respect, things have been the same as they have over the past few months."
"And that is precisely why I want you to give me a full report, General. The more things stay the same, the more they change... If the reports remain the same over several months, something is off. Shurimans do not take our incursions lightly; and they have always resisted, even more so now that their bestial Emperor has returned. A full report, spare no detail." Swain commanded, and the General would follow, gathering some documents of his own to begin a full explanation.
The only reason Swain had done this was to give LeBlanc what she wanted. If there was no meeting then she'd probably lose interest...
A mere observation from one schemer to another... Using one of her legs to push LeBlanc purposefully against her groin, and keeping her in place with minimal pressure; should she wish to squirm out of the hold.
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