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MEL'AMORE - Sub Mel Week Day 7: Gentle/Morning Sex @submelweek
word count: 1.7k
contains: post s2. mel never left for noxus so her and sevika are both councillors. established relationship. domestic bliss. fluff. smut. dom!sevika. sub!mel. somnophilia. cunnilingus. MEN & MINORS DNI.
description: both mel and sevika work day in and day out to lead their city in the right direction, but when they have the occasional slow morning, they always make sure to take advantage.
a/n: last day of mel'amore! that felt like it flew by and im sad its already over 😞 i wanna say thank you to submelweek for throwing this event and coordinating everything, i enjoyed it so much and im glad so many people came together to celebrate our princess 🥹 i hope you all enjoy this sweet little melvika fic, thank you to everyone who interacted with any of this week's fics in any way, and happy reading 🩷
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The early morning sun bleeds through the heavy curtains of the councilors' shared bedroom, illuminating everything in its path—including their sleeping figures.
Sevika stirs awake, groaning as the orange and yellow shades of dawn dance behind her eyelids. Cracking her eyes open, she lets out a low sigh and shuffles closer to the body wrapped tightly in her arm.
Somehow still asleep, Mel subconsciously presses into the human heater behind her before mumbling happily.
Sevika's lips quirk up as she feels her wife press against her, enjoying the way their bodies slot together like two pieces of a puzzle. Burying her face into the crook of her neck, she takes a quiet moment to inhale her natural scent.
She's always loved the way Mel smells, especially first thing in the morning. It's a rich, earthy mix of jasmine and amber that makes her want to drown in it.
Mel's sleeping form seems content with being tucked into the crook of Sevika's arm, curled up like a cat and pressed up against as much of her body as possible. The soft sound of her even breathing is a soothing white noise, a gentle contrast to the usual stillness that fills the bedroom.
Sevika's gaze sweeps over the other woman's features—the slope of her button nose, the soft curve of her jawline, the flutter of her eyelashes as she dreams. Something about the sight always makes her stomach clench in a way that makes Sevika want to shield her from the world.
It's not the first time she's woken up like this, and the Zaunite knows it won't be the last. In their line of work, any bit of comfort they find often comes in the form of each other.
She rubs a hand up and down Mel's bare arm, savoring the feeling of soft, warm skin under the pad her fingertips. The movement causes the sheet covering to drag down just a bit, but it's enough to expose more of her flesh—something that always drives Sevika wild.
She can't help herself. Letting herself get lost in the moment, her hand continues its path down Mel's side and along the curve of her hip. Her fingers follow the indent of her waist and then rest at her lower back, splayed out against the bare skin there.
Her gaze roams along the expanse of Mel's back, appreciating the way the morning light casts shadows across her body.
The sight is more than enough to entice the desires that are beginning to hum under Sevika's skin, and she decides to indulge.
She drags her fingertips down the other woman's back in a slow, languid movement, tracing the dip of her spine before coming to rest on the swell of her backside.
Her gaze never wavers as she watches Mel's expression, still peaceful in sleep. She takes a moment to admire the way her lips part as she breaths, the constant rise and fall of her chest.
Sevika can feel the heat rising in her core and the need to touch and taste is growing rapidly.
Giving in to the moment, Sevika slowly hooks her arm around Mel's waist and rolls her onto her back, making sure to not jostle her too much. The sheets rumple around them as Sevika hovers above her before parting the other woman's legs.
It's times like this that Sevika is glad they both sleep nude, giving each other easy access to the other whenever they're in the mood. It's a small luxury in their stressful lives, and one that they both love.
Sitting between Mel's legs, Sevika can't help but marvel at the view beneath her. Gray eyes roam over her bare form, tracing every inch of it with an appreciative gaze.
Sevika's gaze lingers on the curve of her breast before trailing down the flat plane of her stomach. She can't resist tracing the outline of her hipbone with her fingertips, the action leaving goosebumps along Mel's skin.
Eyes traveling further, she finds the familiar patch of coils between her wife's thighs and hums in appreciation.
Her hand is drawn to it as if magnetized. With a slow, deliberate motion, Sevika runs her index finger upwards through damp folds—a ghost of a touch that leaves a trail of tingling flesh along the way.
Gaze remaining on Mel's face, she studies it closely for any hint of waking up and finding her expression just how she wants it.
"Beautiful." Sevika murmurs, voice thick with adoration before shifting to lay on the mattress between parted legs.
She presses her mouth to the inside of Mel's thigh, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses on her sensitive skin as she makes her way upwards. The faint scent of jasmine fills her senses, and a rush of desire courses through her body.
As Sevika's lips graze the heated flesh just above where Mel needs her, her eyes dart up. The younger woman is still asleep, blissfully unaware of the impending pleasure—and that only makes Sevika want to draw this out, to take her time and savor every moment.
Sevika presses one last lingering kiss to the crease of Mel's thigh before finally, finally lowering her mouth to where she's needed most. The first slow drag of her tongue over Mel's clit makes the mage's breath hitch, hips twitching minutely against the sheets.
Sevika smiles against her, pleased with the unconscious reaction, and does it again, this time with slightly more pressure, tracing lazy patterns that have Mel squirming in her sleep. The little sighs and hitched breaths are music to Sevika's ears.
A slight moan escapes Mel's mouth and her hand twitches before fisting the sheets. Sevika smirks, taking this as a sign to get serious. She uses her hand to spread her wife's thighs even further, lying flat between them so she can really get to work.
The first prod of Sevika's tongue at Mel's entrance is firm and deliberate, drawing a soft whimper from the sleeping woman.
Delicious.
She hums against her skin, the vibrations making Mel's hips jerk. Sevika repeats the motion, dragging her tongue upwards in a slow, wet stripe before circling her clit with teasing precision. Mel's fingers tighten in the sheets, her breathing growing uneven—still asleep, but her body responding beautifully to every touch.
Sevika drinks in every reaction like fine whiskey, relishing the way her wife's thighs tremble around her head. She could stay like this forever, lost in the taste of her, the little sounds she makes—
Until Mel finally gasps awake, eyelids fluttering open in dazed confusion before locking onto Sevika's smirk between her legs.
Sevika doesn't stop, her gaze never leaving Mel's sleep-clouded eyes. It takes a moment for the mage to register what's happening, and when she does, a moan stutters in her chest.
"Wha—"
Sevika doesn't let her finish, licking a broad stripe up the seam of her aching core. Mel's head falls back, body arching into the touch, and there it is—that look on her face Sevika loves. The one she would do anything for.
"Morning, sunshine," Sevika husks, voice rough with desire. Mel can barely form a coherent thought, brain hazy and limbs trembling—but not from sleep anymore.
She tries to form a retort, and Sevika can almost see the gears in her brain attempting to function before it's all wiped away once again by a sudden flick of her tongue.
"Oh—oh," Mel gasps, fingers fisting the the crumpled sheets. Sevika hums in satisfaction, her hand sliding up the inside of Mel's thigh, nails scraping over sensitive flesh. Her tongue laps at the mage's entrance while her hand finds Mel's, threading their fingers together.
"Look at me baby," Sevika commands, and Mel can barely manage to lift her head, green eyes locking with the loving gaze staring back at her.
Sevika's eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with desire. She can see every shift of emotion on Mel's face—the flutter of her eyelashes, the way her lips part in a soft, breathy gasp, the furrow of her brow that only happens when her mind is too overwhelmed to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body.
She keeps their gazes connected, her fingers gently squeezing Mel's as her mouth works between her legs.
"Sev—," Mel's voice is shaking now, her legs trembling on either side of Sevika's shoulders. She can't look away as the heat pooling in her belly coils tighter and tighter.
"Please, please..."
Her hand clenches so hard around Sevika's it's almost painful, but the older woman just squeezes back, a silent reassurance: I got you.
As if responding to the plea, Sevika redoubles her efforts—flicking her tongue against Mel's clit in a relentless rhythm, her own desire burning white-hot with every desperate moan falling from the mage's lips.
She never takes her eyes off Mel's face, drinking in the desperate pleas, the way her head falls back in surrender, the little tears gathering at the corner of her eyes as the wave threatens to break.
Sevika feels the exact moment Mel shatters beneath her—the way her entire body tenses, her fingers clenching around Sevika's as a choked cry escapes her lips. Her hips jerk, thighs clamping around Sevika's head as pleasure rolls through her in relentless waves.
And Sevika rides it out; licking her through every last tremor until Mel collapses back onto the sheets, chest heaving and limbs like jelly.
Only then does Sevika crawl up her body, pressing a soft kiss to her trembling lips. "There's my girl."
Mel can't form words yet, her voice reduced to soft whimpers as she slowly comes down from the high. Sevika just smiles, laying beside her and sweeping her hand over the other woman's sweat-dampened collarbones.
Mel finally catches her breath enough to weakly swat at Sevika's shoulder, though there's no real heat behind it.
"You're something else," she breathes, voice rough from sleep and the following moaning.
Sevika only chuckles, pulling Mel close so the mage is curled against her chest.
"You love it," she murmurs against the shell of Mel's ear before pressing a kiss there.
Her wife lets out a content sigh, nestling into Sevika's embrace as the morning sunlight continues to warm their tangled limbs.
This is LITERALLY the biggest commission I’ve ever made, be it in planning and constructing the scene, actual time spent drawing and painting, and size of the canvas (I actually used multiple canvases because my iPad couldn’t handle only one hahahahahaha)
This was honestly such a labour of love, I’m so happy that I was commissioned this, thank you so much Cass for your patience and your appreciation and your amazing idea!💖💖💖 @armoralor
Studies, composition and process shots under the cut
The basement of Piltover University library was secluded, full of dampening carpet and walls, and was good for exactly two things: fraternity hazing rituals in the dead of night, and a quick fuck. The latter was something that Mel and Vik knew intimately. They’d made it a routine: study for an hour until tensions built up to a high, and then spend the next fifteen minutes blowing off steam.
OR
Mel and Vik get caught fucking in the library. What follows is nothing short of heaven.
MEL'AMORE - Sub Mel Week Day 6: Threesome/Double Penetration (Free Day) @submelweek
word count: 3.8k
contains: post s2. canon divergence (mel never left for noxus). established relationship (married melvika). lest is their friend. romance. dialogue. smut. dom!sevika. sub!mel. dom!lest. transfem!lest. dirty talk. finger sucking. biting. nipple play. cunnilingus. strap-on sex. vaginal fingering. vaginal sex. anal sex. (light) choking. multiple orgasms. so much kissing. MEN & MINORS DNI.
description: set on making this valentine's day a special one, sevika surprises mel by indulging in a very salacious—and very secret—fantasy of hers.
a/n: first (but probably not last) melvikest fic so happy valentine's day to you all, let me know how you like this piece, and happy reading 💋
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"What is the big surprise?" Mel giggled, hands holding the pair covering her eyes as the sound of her heels echo off of the walls.
A smoke laden voice tsked good-naturedly before responding in a smooth tone, "If I told you, that would defeat the point of it being a surprise."
Sevika had been planning tonight for the last couple of months, coordinating schedules and making sure neither of them had absolutely anything that could intervene with it.
So far, the first half had gone smoothly; Sevika woke Mel up with toe curling sex, they had all their private meals prepared by the palace chef, went out dancing, and now they were off to the bedroom to indulge in each other for the rest of the evening.
The telltale sound of their grand bedroom door opening lets Mel know where they are, but not what Sevika has in store.
A moment later, the hands on her face drop and Mel blinks as her eyes adjust to the low light bathing their room, taking in the many candles scattered throughout. She then sees how they illuminate the flower petals lining the floor in a path to the bed with even more petals atop it.
"Darling…This is beautiful."
One thing that Mel loved about Sevika was how much of a romantic she was, always one to let know her just how much she cherished the other woman.
"Yet, it still doesn't compare to you…" Sevika husks, nosing at the mage's neck from behind.
Mel's eyes flutter shut at the feeling, sighing happily as her hands raise to slide through the cropped hair of her wife.
They stay like that for a minute until Sevika breaks the silence to whisper, "There's still one more surprise."
At that moment, a pair of muted footsteps can be heard approaching and Mel's eyes fly open to find no other than Lest, the couple's close friend—and the object of Mel's hidden desires.
"Lest, what are you…"
It clicks for the younger woman then what tonight's surprise is, and her stomach lurches at the thought.
Turning around to look at Sevika, she asks, "You planned this?"
The taller woman nods knowingly, taking Mel's hand in her own before bringing it up to her lips for a gentle kiss.
"I know you think about this." Another peck to her knuckles. "About her."
Mel doesn't know what to say.
On one hand, she feels extreme guilt for making her attraction to Lest so obvious that her wife picked up on it.
But on the other…
She suddenly surges up to connect their mouths, hands tangling in her hair before breathing against pierced lips, "I love you. Only you."
"And I love you," Sevika replies.
Slowly spinning Mel back around, she pulls her wife's back to her front and wraps her arms around the mage's waist before whispering in her ear, "So much that I want you to have everything you desire."
Mel's eyes are trained on Lest as the other woman saunters closer until she's standing only a breath away. Her body heat can be felt through the thin robe adorning her figure, and Mel can't believe this is happening.
"Hi."
"Hi yourself," Lest husks, amber eyes twinkling before flicking to Sevika.
The other woman nods once in permission, and the hybrid then lifts her hand to drag a sharp nail down the valley of Mel's exposed cleavage.
The dark skinned woman shivers at the touch at the same time Sevika's hands move to the zipper of her dress before dragging it down and slowly kissing the skin it exposes. Gently pushing it off, the expensive fabric cascades onto the floor and two pairs of hands begin exploring the supple flesh underneath.
"Oh…" Mel sighs, the two woman above her locking eyes and silently agreeing to take it to the next level.
Lest hooks a clawed finger under Mel's chin, lifting her head to lock their eyes before leaning in and connecting their lips.
The shorter woman melts at the feeling, hands lifting to press on Lest's stomach and low sighs escaping between them as Sevika presses open mouth kisses to Mel's neck. When the feeling of teeth graze her pulse point, she lets out a soft whine and curls her fingers into the fabric of the Vastaya's robe.
Separating their mouths, Lest stands up and lifts a finger to Mel's lips, wiping away a string of saliva before bringing it to her own mouth and sucking it off.
"Shit," Mel breathes, laying back against Sevika's chest.
The older woman then taps her on the hips and states, "Let's get you over to the bed."
Sevika leads Mel by the hand through the petal covered trail to sit on the mattress and pull the mage into her lap. She slides her fingers through Mel's locs and leans up to kiss her, tongues instantly joining the mix and sliding against each other.
Lest then sidles up behind Mel and palms her chest, rubbing a thumb over each nipple through the lace of her bra before pushing it down to expose them fully.
The cool air in the room feels delicious against her heated skin, but she can't help but arch her back as Lest begins to tease her. The brush of the fabric and the hybrid's touch are driving her wild, making her crave more.
Her hands find their way to Sevika's shoulders, gripping them with a mix of desire and anticipation. She can feel the arousal building inside her, heat burning under her skin.
Mel moans lewdly against Sevika's lips, her body arching instinctively. The need for more is growing stronger, and she finds herself grinding against the other woman's lap.
With a hum, Sevika grips Mel's hips to still her movements while Lest's sharp nails trail down her back, making her shiver.
"So eager," Sevika murmurs against her lips before biting her bottom one playfully. "But we're going to take our time tonight."
Lest chuckles low in her throat as she unclasps Mel's bra with deft fingers, letting it fall away before moving to climb on the bed next to Sevika.
"Mm, let me taste you," she purrs, leaning in to swirl her tongue around one peaked nipple while her fingers pinch and roll the other.
Mel throws her head back with a gasp, one hand flying to grip Sevika's shoulder as the other threads through Lest's soft locks.
"Fuck—" she whimpers, thighs squeezing together instinctively. The dual sensations of Sevika's strong hands holding her still while Lest's mouth works magic on her breasts is almost too much.
Sevika watches with dark, hungry eyes as her wife comes undone, then leans in to whisper hotly in Mel's ear, "Just wait until we get you between us."
Her hand slides down to tease along the waistband of Mel's panties. "You've fantasized about this a lot, haven't you?"
Mel can only nod frantically, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. The anticipation is killing her—she needs more, needs everything they're offering. And from the wicked grins on both their faces, they're more than ready to give it to her.
In one motion, Sevika's fingers dip past the lace barrier and tease between Mel's folds, making her gasp. The anticipation is almost overwhelming as the other woman waits for a cue to continue.
After a moment, Sevika nods and Lest moves to stand on the other side of the bed, undoing the tie of her robe and letting it fall to the floor. Sevika's lips find Mel's ear, tongue tracing it as she asks, "You ready, darling?"
The mage's reply comes as little more than a whimper. "Yes. Gods, yes."
Wordlessly, Sevika stands with Mel in her arms and drops her on the bed before stepping back and beginning to unbutton her dress shirt. Mel watches slack jawed at her wife's ripping muscles are slowly revealed, reaching a hand out and tracing the length of her stomach.
At the same moment, Lest crawls onto the bed behind Mel and begins peppering her neck with wet kisses, hardened cock brushing against her back. As soon as Sevika's shirt tumbles away, Lest moves her kisses down to Mel's bare shoulders, nipping lightly at the skin. She murmurs praises and words of wanting against there, hands roaming along her sides.
Mel can hardly contain the wave of emotions coursing through her. There is the obvious desire, but also the love she feels for her wife who arranged this moment for them—and then there's the thrill and excitement of having Lest involved, something she dared to only fantasize about.
While Sevika finishes undressing, the Vastaya turns Mel around and captures her lips in a heated kiss. Mel responds hungrily, slipping her tongue into Lest's mouth as they explore each other. The exchange is full of passion and need, only broken when air becomes a necessity.
When she looks back at Sevika, the other woman is standing in the candlelight with all her muscle bared and Mel's favorite dildo hanging from the harness on her hips. The green eyed woman's gaze darkens even further at the sight and she feels a rush of arousal between her legs.
Sevika climbs onto the bed and kneels behind Mel, dildo pressed against her spine as she softly curls a hand around her throat to bring her in for a slow but intense kiss.
Mel moans loudly, feeling the cool silicone against her back, and responds to the kiss with equal fervor. Sevika's dominant hold has her mind reeling and she wants nothing more than to give herself over to her wife.
Lest watches with dilated pupils, hands roaming over Mel's thighs and chest as they kiss. She can see the tension in their bodies, the desire burning like a wildfire.
"Sev, I need—need more..." Mel whines.
With a nip to Mel's bottom lip, Sevika pulls back and whispers, ""Shh shh shh, let us take of you, baby. Let go and don't worry that pretty little head about anything but how good you feel."
The words have the desired effect and Mel nods, sinking into Sevika's embrace and leaning back onto her chest. Her skin feels on fire in the best way, every inch sensitive and craving touch.
Lest reaches up to cup her face, bringing her gaze up and whispering, "You're so beautiful like this. So needy."
She leans in to capture Mel's lips, tongue swiping over her bottom one and swiftly entering her mouth.
Sevika then lowers a hand between her wife's thighs, calloused fingers dipping into her cunt's soaked folds and prodding at her entrance.
Mel arches off the bed with a gasp, nails digging into Sevika's thighs behind her as thick digits breach her heat. She's so wet already, body practically vibrating with need.
"Fuck—Sevika—" she moans, head falling back against her wife's shoulder as those skilled fingers curl inside her.
Lest watches with hooded eyes, trailing a clawed hand down Mel's stomach before dipping lower to circle her clit. "Look at you," she purrs. "Responsive...perfect..."
The dual stimulation has Mel trembling between them, her hips rocking instinctively to meet Sevika's thrusting fingers while chasing Lest's teasing touch. The room fills with the sounds of slick skin and ragged breathing as they work her toward the edge with practiced precision.
With a particularly deep curl of Sevika's fingers and a sharp flick of Lest's claw against her clit, Mel shatters. Her back bows as a broken cry tears from her throat, body clamping down around Sevika's hand while pleasure courses through her in pulsing waves.
Sevika holds her through it, pressing kisses along her damp neck as Lest strokes soothing circles on her thigh.
When Mel finally catches her breath, she turns her head to catch Sevika’s lips in a slow, appreciative kiss before murmuring, "Thank you."
"We're just getting started, doll," the Zaunite replies.
Without warning, she removes her hand and pushes Mel to lay on the bed, spreading her thighs and dipping down before pulling Lest to join her.
Two mouths descend onto Mel's cunt at once—Sevika's tongue lapping slow, teasing stripes while Lest’s fangs graze her inner thigh.
Above them, Mel's hand fists in the sheets, her moan loud and unfiltered. "Ah—both of you—"
Sevika hums against her, drunk on the taste and the way her wife’s hips jerk.
"That's it, baby," Sevika encourages, pulling back momentarily to catch her breath before diving right back in.
Lest watches the way the other woman's tongue dips and curls before sinking her teeth into soft flesh and leaving behind a mark that will later be hidden by the mage's clothing.
Mel's hands scramble for something, anything, to hold onto—eventually finding purchase in Lest's hair and Sevika's shoulder.
The two women work her expertly, taking their time to worship every inch they can reach. Sevika focuses on the sensitive bundle of nerves with broad, flat strokes, while Lest takes her time licking over every space she can reach with her tongue and teeth.
Mel can feel the pressure building again, heat coiling low in her stomach as her thighs begin to tense, and she knows it won't take long for her to tumble over the edge a second time.
They switch positions then, Lest overtaking her swollen clit and Sevika nibbling at the junction of her thighs.
The change in ministrations catches her off guard, drawing a ragged cry from her lips. She tightens her hold on Lest's hair, body twisting towards Sevika as she nears her peak.
"Oh god, oh—don't stop," she begs, eyes locking on the older woman's dark gaze.
Both women continue their torturous pace, driving her higher until the air is heavy and thick between them.
Mel's entire body jerks as pleasure detonates through her—legs clamping around their heads while her back arches off the bed. A broken, desperate moan tears from her throat as the orgasm crashes over her in waves, leaving her trembling and gasping beneath them.
Sevika slows her tongue to gentle laps, easing her through the aftershocks while Lest presses open-mouthed over her thighs.
"Fucking hell," Mel croaks.
Sevika chuckles as she sits up, tongue swiping over her glistening lips.
"Feeling okay?" she asks, running a hand over Mel's heaving stomach.
Lest kisses her way up Mel's torso, pausing to bite gently at her neck before sitting up and eyeing the mage in satisfaction. "I'd say that was a resounding yes," she smirks.
Mel can barely bring herself to form a coherent response, too blissed out to do anything other than nod lazily.
Sevika hums in acknowledgment, tracing mindless patterns over Mel's thigh. "Think you can handle more?" she asks softly.
Mel's half-lidded eyes sharpen with renewed hunger at the question. Her breath hitches—already feeling the aftershocks of pleasure mixing with fresh arousal.
"Try me," she rasps, lifting a shaky hand to tangle in Sevika's hair and pull her down into a kiss that tastes of herself.
Rolling over her and pulling them both into a sitting position, the older woman separates their mouths before flicking her gaze to Lest, who understands the look right away.
The Vastaya turns Mel around to face her, settling the woman's thighs over hers to keep them spread wide.
Lest's hand then dips to grab hold of her cock, rolling her hips forward to drag the full length of it through Mel's twitching folds.
Mel gasps sharply at the slick friction, eyes fluttering shut before she forces them open, wanting to watch. Her hands clutch at Lest's shoulders, fingers digging in as she arches toward her.
"Fuck—you feel—" The words die in her throat when Lest angles her hips and presses inside just slightly, teasingly.
Sevika’s hands slide around Mel from behind, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples hard. "Take what you want," she murmurs hotly against her ear.
Mel moans, bucking her hips forward and urging Lest deeper.
At Mel's reaction, Lest's eyes darken, hands gripping her hips as she pushes forwards gently, sinking in about half way and then pulling out again.
Sevika moves closer, biting and nipping the other woman's neck as her hands run over the mage's body, fingers roaming, scratching, teasing.
"Does she feel good?" she whispers, words tinged with the slightest bit of jealousy.
Mel shudders between the two women, caught in a whirlwind of sensation. Lest's deep and steady rhythm feels perfect, but it's Sevika's possessive touches that ground her, leaving her desperate and needy.
"Yes…yes," she gasps, head falling back to lean against her wife. "Feels—so good."
Suddenly, the older woman's hands grip her hips and stop the movement, pulling Mel up until only the tip of Lest's cock is nestled inside her cunt. Sevika then lowers her hand to where they're connected, dragging her fingers through the wetness and brushing the hybrid's length as she gathers as much of Mel's slick as possible.
The dark skinned woman shudders when Lest twitches at the unexpected touch, choking back a moan as Sevika's hand disappears. Bringing it to the toy strapped between her legs, her wife strokes it at a languid pace, getting it fully lubed up and ready to use.
Sevika presses closer behind Mel, hands roaming possessively over her stomach and chest as she whispers hotly in her ear, "Watch her face when you feel me."
With that, Sevika lines up the dildo to her puckered hole and pulls Mel down, burying herself to the hilt. Mel's gasp is sharp—head falling back against Sevika's shoulder as her ass stretches around the new intrusion and her cunt is once again filled by Lest.
The Vastaya's golden eyes darken further, watching the way Mel's lips part and her fingers dig into her thighs. "Beautiful," she murmurs before leaning in to capture Mel's moans with her own mouth.
Sevika sets a slow, deep rhythm—each thrust punctuated by the wet slide of silicone, flesh, and Mel's shuddering breaths. Her hands grip the mage's hips, pulling her back onto the toy with every roll forward.
Between the fullness inside both of her holes and Lest's roaming hands trailing up to pinch her nipples, Mel feels overwhelmed in the best way. Her moans grow louder, unfiltered, as the pleasure coils tighter inside her.
"Doesn't that feel so nice, doll?" Sevika husks.
Mel can't even form words; just nods frantically as tears prick her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Every thrust from Sevika pushes her deeper onto Lest, creating a dizzying friction that has her gasping and trembling. The stretch, the fullness, the heat of their bodies surrounding her—it's almost too much.
Lest keeps her rhythm steady, her grip tightening on Mel's waist as she leans down to bite at her collarbone. "You're taking us both so well," she purrs, voice thick with arousal.
Sevika drags her tongue up Mel’s neck before murmuring, "Going to make you cum on us again."
She punctuates the promise with a particularly deep thrust, hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes Mel’s vision white out for a second.
The sensation of being filled increases yet again when she feels two of her wife's thick fingers prodding at her lips before pushing past them and settling on her tongue.
Mel moans low and hard, the sound vibrating up the digits as she sucks them into her mouth. The taste and feel of them on her tongue is all too familiar, bringing back memories that only add to the heat coiling in her stomach.
Lest hisses at the sight, eyes glued to the way Mel's lips wrap around the older woman's fingers.
"You like that, huh?" she mutters, pace quickening.
Her words are punctuated by Sevika's low chuckle as her free hand reaches around to grip Mel's jaw.
"She loves it," she responds for the mage, tilting her wife's head up to meet her gaze.
Mel nods desperately, tongue lavishing attention on the thick digits between her lips. She knows what's coming, and she wants it more than anything.
"That's right," Sevika hums, pulling her fingers from her wife's mouth with a pop before dragging her hand down her chin and throat to gently encircle it. The movement is slow and deliberate, as if mapping out every contour of her skin.
Lest's eyes go wide, her gaze fixed on the trail Sevika's fingers leave behind.
"Shit..." she murmurs reverently.
Sevika tightens her grip ever so slightly—just enough to make Mel's breath hitch—before leaning down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss. The combination of dominance and tenderness makes Mel melt further into her wife's embrace, even as Lest's thrusts grow more erratic beneath her.
The combination of the kiss, the grip of Sevika's hand around her neck, and the relentless onslaught of Lest's thrusts are all starting to overwhelm her. Every drag of the hybrid's teeth against her collarbone and the way her fingers dig into her hips just add to the pleasure building inside of her.
"More," Mel manages to gasp, pleading with someone, anyone to give her what she's so desperately chasing.
She can feel the smile against her lips as Sevika murmurs a soft, "As you wish."
The older woman's hand slides away from her neck, trailing down her chest and stomach until it finds the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. Sevika's touch is firm and confident, knowing just how to touch her to push her over the edge.
Lest's hands suddenly grip her hips with enough force to leave bruises as her tail wraps around her torso and adds a softer element into the mix.
Sevika presses her lips to Mel's shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave a dent. "You gonna cum for us again?"
Mel can only nod frantically, words lost to sensation.
Lest grins, sharp and knowing. "Then let go."
And Mel does—shattering between them with a cry that echoes off the walls.
She convulses between them, cunt clenching around Lest’s cock while her ass tightens around the toy. The orgasm rips through her violently, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her shaking body until she’s heaving and gasping for air.
Lest pulls out slowly, both women watching with a look of awe as Mel trembles through the aftershocks, utterly spent.
Sevika carefully removes the toy and guides Mel onto her back, cradling her against her chest as she kisses her forehead. Lest stretches out beside them, lazily tracing patterns on Mel's thigh while her breathing steadies.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are their mingled breaths and the faint crackle of candlelight.
Mel, still dazed from the intensity of their encounter, allows herself to relax into their joint embrace and relish the moment. It's clear that the the dynamic between the three women has been changed forever, each one of them knowing that there will have to be a conversation soon, but she isn't ready to break the spell just yet. For now, the mage lets herself soak in the warmth of the women on either side of her, feeling safe and cared for with every exhale.
The basement of Piltover University library was secluded, full of dampening carpet and walls, and was good for exactly two things: fraternity hazing rituals in the dead of night, and a quick fuck. The latter was something that Mel and Vik knew intimately. They’d made it a routine: study for an hour until tensions built up to a high, and then spend the next fifteen minutes blowing off steam.
OR
Mel and Vik get caught fucking in the library. What follows is nothing short of heaven.
This is LITERALLY the biggest commission I’ve ever made, be it in planning and constructing the scene, actual time spent drawing and painting, and size of the canvas (I actually used multiple canvases because my iPad couldn’t handle only one hahahahahaha)
This was honestly such a labour of love, I’m so happy that I was commissioned this, thank you so much Cass for your patience and your appreciation and your amazing idea!💖💖💖 @armoralor
Studies, composition and process shots under the cut
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