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After playing fetch for Medarda for days now, you somehow end up in her room...with her...
Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)
Pairing: Ambessa x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, mature content, mentions of alcohol and bruises, dom/sub undertones, swearing, body worship, oral, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, slight degradation kink, tribbing, just really, really horny...
Word Count: 6,000~
Notes: Something really horny for miss Medarda because she's certainly something special and I know you're all thirsty 👀 Hope you have fun reading ❤️
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Up and down…
Stairs, stairs and more stairs...
You had been all over the place for days now, trying to fulfill all of the older Medarda's whims, not wanting to anger the woman who looked like she could break you in half with a flick of a finger but you were so tired that you moved like a snail...
Who even requests wine this late?! Did this lady not sleep? Judging from how often you saw Mel roaming around the halls at night, insomnia must have been a genetic thing…like a family tradition to pull you out of bed and make you run errands like a fool while everyone else was sleeping...
Well, request was a much nicer way of saying you better bring Ambessa the finest bottle of wine AND some traditional snacks Piltover had to offer or risk that beast looking at you like you had offended her whole lineage and should be punished for it...
She was terrifying! Much, much bigger than you, full of muscle and scars and yet, as you returned from your journey to the kitchen where you made sure to stock up on the wine that had managed to pull the tiniest of smiles from her, you wondered if being punished by her would actually be so bad…
W-what were you thinking?!
All these days spent acting like a personal maid to the Medarda had ruined your brain and you knew you shouldn't be attracted to your superiors and even less to your superior's mother but there was no way to deny the noxian's appeal.
She was all height and strength, a deep voice with an accent almost as thick as her arms and a confidence you wished you had. It was hard to pretend you didn't feel some jealousy towards that young man she'd disappeared off with on the first day of her visit to have some fun while you had to stay behind and do your lame tasks and still offer her a polite smile when she got off the blimp even though you knew that deep down, you were jealous and pissed...
Maybe even a little sad…
After doing everything you could to make her stay as comfortable as possible she still hadn't shown you a bit of gratitude! Even now as you hurried up flights and flights of stairs with your arms full with a wine bottle, delicate glass, basket of fruits, nuts and sweets -- you knew she would just open the door, take everything you brought and then close it without a word of appreciation or even a smile…
So there you were, standing outside Ambessa's room, taking in a deep breath before knocking on the door, half of your body already turned to the side so you could step away quicker and go back to bed to try and quiet your thoughts and sleep.
The door was opened just as you expected...but the sight of so much dark skin right in front of you was not...and it made your jaw drop and face flush so deep you felt all the blood in your body went to your cheeks...and maybe even a little lower too…
"Ah, child, what took you so long?", her gruff voice matched her body -- rough, battle-worn, powerful and yet with decadence that made you feel rather weak in the arms, threatening to drop the food.
Ambessa's eyes narrowed, studying the color on your face under the poorly lit candles, a tiny twitch of the corner of her mouth unnoticed as your gaze went everywhere -- looking at muscular shoulders, arms, hands, stomach, hips, legs and in-between, feet and then the floor. You felt embarrassed, like she was judging you for blushing like a little girl at the sight of bare skin but you couldn't control it…
Why was Mel's mom so fucking hot?!
"No, I suppose you're right on time for a late night snack…", the noxian's tone seemed deeper and, if you could hear it properly through the hard beating of your heart in your ears, filled with playfulness.
"Y-yes, I have...t-the wine…", you scrambled to awake from your hypnotized state, refusing to look at anything besides the floor as you stretched your arms out to offer her what you brought, hoping to the heavens above you would not drop everything with how nervously you shook from head to toe.
Her mouth curved into a smirk, a large hand touching your smaller one, brushing calloused fingertips up your arm, resting on your shoulder with a squeeze, caressing up your neck and then with a commanding grip, she took your face and made you crane your neck to look up at her.
"Were you taught no manners? You are to look a person in the eyes when you speak to them.", the older woman didn't sound annoyed but the slight tightening of the grip on your face made you feel a rush of fear go down your body... still, the way she looked at you, paired with the fact she was naked just a few inches away from you made your pussy ache in a way that pulled a whimper from you.
"I'm sorry, m'am…", you peeped out, feeling her loosen the hold on your face. She pushed the door open and turned around, giving you a perfect view of a muscular back full of pale scars. Of course, your eyes glanced lower to take a quick peek at her ass...you hated yourself for being so obvious.
Holy fuck, she was built like an ox...
"Bring everything inside and close the door.", she snapped her fingers at you, moving slowly into the room as if on purpose so you could delight in the beauty of her marred body as she took a lounge on a chaise that looked so tiny next to her, thighs spread without shame, making your mouth water.
Holy fuck! Holy fuck!
You forced yourself to look in another direction as you made into the room to set everything down on a small, circular table next to her, turning towards the door, ready to leave but a warm hand took you by the wrist and stopped you and fearing another scolding from the Medarda, you looked at her…
"Join me.", it wasn't exactly an order but it didn't sound like a request either. You felt anxious and flustered, uncertain of what to do...but she pulled on your wrist and somehow you ended up on her lap, seated on a thick thigh that felt so, so warm.
"A shy little one, aren't you?", Ambessa purred, her hand on your hip keeping you close so you could feel the heat of her bare body through the servant's uniform. "Pour me a glass ", she spoke and you instantly turned towards the bottle at your side, filling the glass with a rich crimson, trying not to spill everything with how nervously you shook.
"You're trembling…", she teased you, taking the glass from your jittery hands, eyes on your face as if she was drinking in your blush. "Have you not been in a woman's chambers before?", her tone seemed curious and it made you more nervous, knowing quite well what she was implying...and how willingly you answered made you shameful.
"Not like this…", you murmured, fidgeting with your own fingers, fighting back the urge to touch the woman next to you. "I-I clean sometimes so I've been i-in a few rooms before…", it sounded like a stupid answer but your brain was still trying to play catch-up after seeing her at the door.
Ambessa chuckled, squeezing your side closer as she took a sip from the wine. "You're a funny one. I know you understood what I meant.", a brow was raised as she stared at you, making you feel weak and small and shy and embarrassed and anxious.
"I'm sorry…", you lowered your head, hoping she would stop staring at you. "I'm...nervous.", your voice was quiet but she heard it just fine, lifting the glass towards you, pressing the rim to your chin, tilting your head up so you stopped slouching.
"If you wish to leave then you can. I am not that cruel to keep you against your will.", the woman spoke firmly and loosened the hold she had on you. "But if you wish to stay...drink. It may help you…", Medarda leaned closer, brushing her lips against your ear to slowly purr out; "...relax…"
Your heart skipped a beat at how close she was, excitement rushing through your body but dying down just as quickly when she pulled away and lowered the glass towards your hands, giving you the choice to either get up and leave or take the offer, drink some wine and spend the night with the woman you had been day-dreaming about.
Duh, wasn't the choice obvious?
Smaller fingers took the glass and brought it up to your lips as you took a sip, cringing a little at how strong the flavor was. She smirked and took the glass from you, amused by your sour expression.
"That is what the food is for…", she reached for a grape and popped it into her mouth, watching as you looked between her and the fruit. You didn't know if you could eat without permission and you sure were too nervous to try and push your luck.
"Eat, child!", her booming voice made you jump slightly on her lap. "What are you waiting for?", thick fingers took another bit of fruit, pressing it against your lips, making you tense and timid.
Was she seriously trying to feed you? Was it offensive? Treating you like a baby? Maybe...but then again, you were sure she was used to being the one in the place you were in so...in a weird way, this was like an honor...but embarrassing.
You felt your cheeks grow warmer, eyes looking at the length of the fingers holding the grape against your lips and then up at her dark complexion, her eyes studying you like the text on an old book…
Parting your lips you took the fruit and saw the smallest hint of a smile on Ambessa's features as she reached for another piece and for a while, she simply shared food with you -- giving you bits and pieces from whatever she chose to eat, bringing the glass of wine towards you for you to sip from, making you feel like this was strangely intimate.
You had never eaten with your superiors…
At some point between little bites and sips, very casual conversation and stories about Noxus that you suspected had been picked on purpose for her to brag about her strength, you started to feel comfortable enough to press a bit closer to her hot body and she even allowed to slide an arm around her strong neck so you could sit better on her leg.
She offered you a freedom you were not expecting and that lowered your defenses to a point you had your face inches away from her cheek, feeling the faint buzz from the alcohol making you bolder and with the lightest of brushes of your lips against her scarred skin, you started to show your interest in spending the night in her room as she had offered to you earlier.; though now you were certain you wanted to stay and keep the woman company…
And you knew very well what THAT meant…
Ambessa seemed amused at the crack of your armor, setting down the glass to turn attention on you completely and being under her intense gaze, knowing what she wanted from you; it made you excited, beyond eager to know how a woman like her fucked. Your heart was pounding and you had no plans on hiding that you wanted her to make a mess out of you in whichever way she desired.
Her large hand slipped under your clothing to caress your sides, thumb brushing against your ribs and then down to your stomach before she moved it upwards to cup your covered breast, her overwhelming size and warmth making you feel so tiny and powerless, like you could break easily…
Fuck, you wanted her to break you...
"Undress, my cute little plaything.", the pet-name made you tremble, filling your head with all types of thoughts of her playing with your naked body.
"Slowly...and look at me.", she purred, the hunger behind her deep, exotic voice still slipping past her commanding tone and making your legs shake.
You were hesitant to get up and lose that bit of contact but did as you were told, leaving the taut seat of her muscular thigh to slowly rid yourself of the uniform, letting piece by piece fall onto the ground, revealing inch by inch of warm skin to the older woman who watched every movement with a pleased shine in her eyes and a confident smirk.
Bare in front of her, you felt yourself growing shy again but she beckoned you closer, patting a spot on her thigh that made your eyes drift to the side, glancing at gray-ish, trimmed hairs that made your brain realize she had been completely naked too and you could see everything. She was incredibly muscular, exuding a power you could barely begin to grasp, the raw need to fight and survive with an erratic map of pale scars all over skin so dark she almost blended with the darkness of the room…
It intimidated you but at the same time, pulled you closer to take a seat back on her thigh with an arm around her for support, feeling your knees go weak at the warmth of her skin against yours.
With no fabric in the way, Ambessa was able to touch you freely as she did so without hesitation, like your body belonged to her now. She brushed her calloused fingertips between your soft breasts, moving them down to your stomach, her powerful arm around your waist squeezing you closer until your hip touched her and your face was hovering near hers. She ran her palm over your front, moving it up to cup your breast, exploring further up your delicate neck and then behind your head, wrapping in your hair.
Her lips met yours in a tender kiss, oddly sensual from what you thought it would be. It warmed your body further and made you lean into the contact, letting your fingers caress her broad shoulder and the bit of arm you could reach, wanting to feel her skin, the heat and the texture, the soft with the old roughness from her scars, all so hot and unique.
Teeth came to sink into your bottom lip, making you part your mouth for her, tongue slipping inside to play with yours, pulling little moans from you at the slight tug of your hair before she let go to use those skillful fingers to play with your tits, brushing them over each peak, pushing and pinching ever so carefully in contrast to her terrifying size. She had you melting under her touches, stealing the breath from you, leaving you a whimpering mess as you started to feel yourself growing wetter…
You had to push against her shoulder to pull away from her mouth, needing to breathe, panting ever so slightly. She watched you, amused at how you choked out a tiny squeak when she gave a hard nipple a gentle tug, making you jerk forwards.
"Such a sensitive body. I'm going to have fun with you, little one...", Ambessa purred, doing the same treatment to your other nipple, making you squirm on her lap. She chuckled and moved you around, easily twisting and turning your smaller body into the position she wanted -- closer to her hip, back against her soft chest, with a shaky leg hoisted up by her muscular arm, large palm free to roam your front in whichever way she pleased without your bothersome squirming to interrupt her play time.
"A-ah, miss…", you trembled, unable to close your legs, feeling the cool air hit your warm cunt. Being put in such a position made you embarrassed but Medarda knew what she was doing; she was able to kiss and mark your shoulder and neck while her wide hand caressed your body, kneading your tits and teasing your sensitive nipples once again.
"Fuck…", you bit on your bottom lip, feeling your clit tingling and yourself dripping down your own flesh onto her thigh, earning a scolding huff from the larger woman as she caressed your stomach, teasing fingertips down to your pussy, making you buckle in her tight grasp, unable to chase further.
"Patience, child…", Medarda growled, refusing to touch you where you needed it the most, choosing to suck another mark onto your neck, caressing your warm thigh and then your breasts again in a way that made you arch your back and whine.
"Please…", you cried out, feeling her hand on your throat, tilting your head so she could kiss you with teeth and tongue, leaving you even more of a little, panting mess. "Please...please…", something in you told you she wanted you to beg, that she was the type to enjoy when others showed desperation and full submission and you were proven right at the feeling of her hand caressing down your body to slip between your legs, resting over your sex.
"So you do have manners, after all…", the noxian chuckled, slipping her fingers between your wet folds, caressing down hot flesh and back up in slow, sensual motions that made you moan loudly.
"Quiet down unless you want everyone to hear you.", she could care less about what others would think but knew you would be self-conscious about it and had more to lose if you were caught having sex with your superior's mother...still, it was hard to control your volume when she continued to tease your pussy like this; so tediously, dragging out your pleasure until you started to shake.
Then it stopped -- her fingers left you and started to caress your stomach and you felt betrayed after you had begged so much! You hissed and looked at her from the corner of your eye, seeing the wide smirk on her face. Unashamed, she was teasing your patience, knowing you couldn't do anything.
"What a scary face! Are you angry?", Ambessa's toned seemed to mock you and you tried to turn around to face her properly but her hold on your thigh was almost crushing. She kissed the top of your head to further bruise your ego before more teasing began, everywhere but your aching cunt.
You felt like you were going mad; untouched and unable to hump her leg, merely seated on it like a toy while she played with you. It felt good and you hated yourself for growing hotter at how helpless you were. She loved it, though -- taking in all the little sounds you made as she tortured you…
"Will you beg again? You have such a pretty voice, darling...Perfect for it…", the older woman purred against your ear and you arched your back at the vibration of her voice traveling down your shaking body. "Tell me what you want. I'm feeling generous enough to give you some relief.", she clicked her tongue and let a palm rest over your stomach, the tips of her fingers softly caressing damp skin.
"Please...I need your fingers...please touch me more. I can't take it much longer…", you pleaded, feeling her fingers trace down your stomach to a twitching nub, brushing ever so slightly, making you arch with how needy and sensitive you felt.
Her thick fingers slipped between your folds, moving so easily with how wet you were that you felt a bit embarrassed. She teased your slit with slow caresses, moving up to circle your clit in a steady rhythm that had you throwing your head back against a broad shoulder, moaning loudly.
"Such a needy, impatient little thing…", she clicked her tongue, the thumb from the hand keeping your leg open rubbing hard into the muscle. "Do you hear how wet you've gotten?", lips touched your sweaty forehead and you were told to shush by the strong woman, forced to close mouth and be quiet so you could hear the obscene wet noises of her fingertips teasing your dripping cunt and lips.
You let out a whine, muffled by her neck craning so lips could be pressed to yours in a deep and messy kiss, feeling tongue curl and twist around yours, making you feel light-headed. She hummed into your mouth and you felt the vibrations travel down your body, rumbling in the pit of your tummy and sending jolts to your twitching flesh she was so eagerly toying with as if it belonged to her…
Ambessa pulled away for a thin string of saliva to slap against your chin, making you look messy, a sight she seemed pleased with because she gave you a smile. You found it difficult to keep your eyes open, having to shut them tight when her marred fingertips started to rub your clit a bit faster. Hips tried to move as best as they could, control of your own body taken away by the overwhelming touch to your most sensitive spot. It pulled moan after moan out of you and it made her hum deeply and squeeze your leg harder, her thigh shaking a little from her own arousal you could not see...yet…
"P-please...m-more…", you begged, almost on the verge of tears, feeling like you were so, so close but still needed a bit more. More of her fingers.
"You want more, pet?", her deep voice made you shake and those skillful fingers messing with your clit left you a whimpering mess. You chanted the same word over and over, pleading for her to give you more, to fuck you with those thick fingers.
"How you beg so nicely…", the noxian chuckled, pressing loving kisses to your cheek, the contrast of the softness of that affection to the roughness of her digits making your mind turn into jello.
Slowly she allowed her fingers to drift lower, pushing past your lips and teasing at your cunt, the gushing hole that twitched desperately with just the gentle press of the pads of her fingers.
"I wonder how many you can take…", there was something in her voice that made you moan, an excitement and curiosity to see you do well that made you all the more eager to welcome her in.
"Let's start with one…", she slipped her middle finger into you, the stretch of that digit making you arch your back with a whine. Soft kisses were pressed to your sweaty face, stopping each time she gave that finger a curl and moved her arm to go deeper until the knuckles on your hot flesh meant she had pushed as far as she could go.
"Fuck, fuck…", you felt like you were losing your mind, the thickness of her finger making you feel a bit full, possibly enough for you to cum if she was feeling kind enough to actually move a bit more.
"How about another? You want to be a good pet for me, don't you?", teeth pressed against your chin as she growled those words and somehow you doubted she was asking you a question but telling you to take more of her without choice. It shouldn't have been so hot being handled like this but it was and it made you whimper out a 'yes'.
True to her lustful intentions she pushed another finger into you, index joining the middle one to stretch you even further, past what you were used to. Her fingers were big and now you felt full in a way you never thought was possible. She gave you some time to adjust to the feeling, something that spoke to that more loving nature you felt she kept reserved for special occasions...or people.
"You take me in so well…", praise from her was rare so hearing those words made your hips give a slight buck and your fingers dig into the muscle on her shoulder, keeping yourself as secure as you could with a trembling arm around her neck, trying to hoist yourself up and down to get some movement going between your messy thighs.
"Trying to fuck my fingers?", she chuckled, lips brushing against your cheek, tongue slipping out to trace up your ear. Her breath was hot when she spoke and her rich accent made you feel weak in the arm, slumping against her with a whine, her two fingers curling inside of you, slowly, lazily.
"They feel s-so good…", you squeaked, earning a soft laugh from her. She knew how good she was at breaking pretty little things like you but it still made her feel warm hearing those words. It made her part her fingers to scissor you, wanting to hear your voice crack again, finding it adorably sweet.
"Such a good little girl for me…", her praise made the knot in your stomach tighten and when fingers curled again and her arm started working to fuck them in and out of you, a loud cry left you and you felt your body screaming that you were so close.
She kept a steady pace to drag that feeling for as long as possible, building you up until you gasped for air and began to tremble...and then her fingers stopped moving and you were left with nothing but a feeling of emptiness, frustration and betrayal…
"No, please…", you nuzzled her chin like some animal desperate for attention, trying to push up on her shoulder but the hard, painful dig of her fingertips into your thigh made you give up, not bearing the uncomfortable stinging of the flesh.
"I was so close, s-so…", your voice reeked of that delicious desperation that made Ambessa's pussy twitch and let out the quietest of groans. "I can't take it anymore! PLEASE!", you yipped, sounding so cute and on the verge of tears. So needy…
"You can and you will.", the noxian purred, "I'm having such a good time. You wouldn't want to ruin my fun, would you, my little plaything?", she gave her fingers a sudden curl and you practically jumped at the feeling, extremely sensitive all over, needing more, to be built up a bit more again after being denied any bit of relief and forced to sit with her thick ingers idle inside of your aching cunt.
"P-please...I'll do anything you want...please let me cum…", you blinked up at her, glossy eyes and flushed face making you seem so innocent.
"Are you trying to bargain with me, child?", her tone seemed reprimanding and something in you snapped. You were fearful she would stop and you would be teased over and over all night. She said she felt generous but it was all a lie and you just couldn't deal with how frustrated you had become anymore and so, you cried a little, whimpering.
That was it -- what she needed from you…
Almost like a switch had been turned on, she softened against your sobbing form, kissed your eyelids, forehead and back down to your lips, waiting for you to accept the affection with a little muffled cry, feeling her hand release your thigh and urge you to turn around. You wrapped your arms around her neck and held onto her tightly, feeling her wet fingers return to between your legs to brush against your pussy and hovering there.
"My sweet little kitten…", her voice dripped with affection and it overwhelmed you, making you confused and aroused, excited and comforted but still hyper-aware of where her fingers were. "Go ahead. Make yourself cum on my fingers if you feel that desperate.", barely noticing something a bit darker behind her tone, you lowered yourself and she pushed the same two digits inside of you, your walls squeezing them eagerly, desperately.
You pressed kisses to her face, to wherever they landed when your eyes rolled back along with your head at finally being given the freedom to move and by the Gods did you move. Rolling hips you set a pace she followed with occasional curls and stretches of her fingers, pulling while you pushed them into you, fucking yourself on her fingers.
Ambessa kissed your messy chin and your throat, keeping a supporting hold on the back of your head, massaging the soft spots on your skull as you used all your strength in your legs to move, squeezing the one resting between you, feeling yourself quickly reach that peak. Your body shook furiously and lungs struggled for breath and when a third finger merely teased at your dripping cunt, you felt your stomach spill with the much needed release you had been denied by the woman.
You let out a loud, long moan, your warm body stiffening against her, feeling a muscular arm wrap around your waist to hold you. Whimpers pressed against the corner of her mouth and you hugged her neck tightly while you fought for breath, every part of you feeling weak and tired, hot and soft.
The older woman smiled against your little mouth and you felt yourself do the same with a quiet sigh, feeling satisfied -- incredibly satisfied unlike you had ever felt before. All of that teasing didn't seem so bad now...though that comforting feeling was brief and as soon as you were able to open your eyes you saw her piercing gaze on you.
"You've made a mess, child…", her fingers left you and you felt uncomfortably empty. "I expect you to clean it up.", those words with her three fingers traveling up your stomach and chest, sticky and wet from your juices...it made you feel hot again.
Without hesitation you opened your mouth even before her fingers were on chin, taking one in with a deep hum to suck it clean, doing the same with the other two, tasting yourself on them. It felt odd but arousing and the way she watched your little tongue dance around her fingers made your clit start to tingle. The power she had over you now made you embarrassed but awfully submissive.
Releasing her fingers now slick with your spit, you offered her a shy smile as if to say you were done, watching her lean back on the chaise, hearing the faint rustling of the cushioned material next to you as she spread her legs and you blinked at her a few times. With a smirk, Ambessa took your chin and tilted your head down for you to look at the gray-ish curls between her scarred, muscular legs and the very obvious dark, damp spot on the seat.
"Lick it clean.", she commanded you and you felt like you could cum again just by hearing that.
She was letting you taste her?
"C-can I touch you…?", you asked timidly.
She just waved a large hand at you as if to tell you to do as you wanted and your body scrambled to lower itself onto the chaise, finding a comfortable position for you to lay down between her big legs, hands touching her muscular thighs, caressing them slowly, massaging in a way that made her grunt softly. You swallowed nervously and parted her folds, eyes meeting with glistening flesh and a little swollen nub that made your mouth water.
You were actually going to eat her out…
Why did that feel like an honor?
You never bothered to think of the reason why, far too excited to be able to taste and touch. Pressing a kiss to her clit you looked up to see her take in a breath, pressing your tongue against the nub in a slow lick that earned you a grunt. She seemed to be on the quieter side but the darker color on her cheeks, the sweat rolling down marred skin and her slightly shallow breathing was enough for you to be able to tell if she was enjoying your mouth.
She barely touched you as you explored her cunt but did tell you how she wanted you to use your mouth, ordering you to slow down or move faster, to use your lips more or how to move your tongue, teaching you how to please her. It took a bit and your jaw was getting sore but eventually you got better enough for her grunts to become louder and for a hand to rest on the back of your head to push your face further against her dripping flesh…
Medarda enjoyed training you like this and you would be lying if you said it didn't excite you being used for her pleasure like this. It was exciting and you knew you were getting wet again. She knew it too from the way your body squirmed and you had started to give little moans that added to the good feeling of your mouth and tongue against her…
Her fingers roughly pulled your head back as soon as she let out a louder groan to signal her release, your flushed face now messy with her warm juices making her smirk. You stared up at her with those desperate eyes that begged her to fuck you again.
She would...
Man-handling you into a new position you were rolled over onto your back and your legs were pushed open for her heated eyes to study your twitching cunt. You didn't care that she stared at you like this anymore. You were hers at this point and she could do whatever she wanted with your body as long as you were feeling something.
"You've been trained well…", she purred out her praise and you merely whimpered in response, a laugh leaving her. "I should keep you as a little souvenir of Piltover…", marred hands moved your legs into their proper place for her to slip between them, towering above your form with all of her muscle, her height, her power, her rawness…
"Take you back to Noxus with me…", her massive body lowered for her pussy to brush against yours, making you arch your back. "That way I could play with you whenever I wanted…", her lustful tone paired with the feeling of dripping flesh rubbing against yours pulled a deep moan from you.
Like this you truly felt powerless…
You loved it…
You never answered Ambessa, part of you wanting to go if it meant being fucked by her like this, other part afraid of how different Noxus was from Piltover and how you would most likely be eaten alive there if she ever decided she didn't want to play with you anymore one day…
But those thoughts quickly disappeared when her clit brushed up against yours with a roll of those powerful hips. Once, twice, over and over again in a steady, quick rhythm that drove you crazy and made you try to follow, whimpering and moaning at the stimulation of your aching nub. You came again but she continued, overstimulating you in order to reach her own release, turning you into a gasping mess as you squeezed the sides of the chaise to ground yourself, your body bouncing slightly with each push from the noxian...until she let out a genuine moan, deep, long, sensual...
... and you closed your eyes, arched your back and somehow, came one more time before your body screamed for mercy and you clamped your legs shut, squeezing the one between you. She relented, surprisingly -- falling back onto the seat with gentle pants, wiping sweat from her brow.
"Come…", Ambessa spoke and you looked up at her arms.They were spread wide, inviting you to embrace her and with the bit of strength you had left in you, crawled onto her lap. Muscular arms embraced you tightly in a warm, comforting way, making you sigh against her neck, hoping she would let you stay like this for a long while until you were rested enough to go back to your room.
You eventually succumbed to exhaustion and the feeling of her fingertips massaging your body and her lips offering you kisses as a form of praise to urge you to rest. Sleep took you quickly after and you forgot to leave before that...but Medarda never seemed to mind that you made yourself a guest for the rest of the night...it made her last night on Piltover a little less lonely, at least...
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