mean femme this, dom femme that, popular butch this and soft masc that. I WANT WEIRD. give me the witch femme, gimme weirdo butch. gimme oddballs, dorks, niche topic studiers, i want em all in my pocket
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Content/Warnings: ambessa w/ a corruption kink, top!ambessa, bottom!reader, reader is referred to w/ fem terms, reader has female anatomy, princess!reader, war prize!reader, virgin!reader, sheltered!reader, allusions to religious shame/purity culture
A/N: day 3! sorry this one's a little late! i'm also not the biggest fan of this one, but my personal goal for this challenge is to stop being so damn perfectionistic, so i'm posting it, anyway! it's more of a virginity loss fic than a corruption kink fic tho oops BUT i def think this still qualifies as corruption, so- without further ado- i hope you enjoy!
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Ambessa Medarda's terms were simple.
Upon her victory over Wrenyla, she only wanted three things: a quarter of the kingdom's best soldiers, half of its best trade routes, and the king's firstborn daughter.
"You've got two more, don't you?" She'd argued with a smirk. "What's one less?"
That had been nearly three months ago.
You were disappointed but unsurprised that your father hadn't put up more of a fight for you. The moment you declared you'd never marry a man simply to continue the bloodline, he'd already deemed you useless. You figure now that he was probably eager to get rid of you.
You figure now that it may have been a blessing in disguise.
Ambessa is not at all what you thought she'd be; caring in ways you had not expected after watching her all but burn Wrenyla to the ground. She's spent much of her free time introducing you to her world; showing you the best sights Noxus has to offer, reading you her favorite books, serving you the best food and wine you've ever had.
But you still haven't quite settled in.
It isn't to do with her treatment- not at all. You live and are treated better here than you ever were at home.
But at home, there's a certainโฆ modestyโฆ that's expected of Wrenylians. A refusal to indulge in the temptations thrust upon you in exchange for maintaining a purity held sacred by your people.
And thatโฆ that is why Ambessa found herself so eager to get her hands on such a princess as you.
Untouched. Untainted.
"Tell me, darling," she begins, signaling for a servant to refill your wine as she speaks, "what do you think of your first few months here in Noxus, hm?"
You feel your cheeks burn and hope the distance between your place at one end of the lavish dining room table and her place at the other is far enough that she won't notice you go stiff.
You don't want to be rude- you really don't- butโฆ
"It's beenโฆ a bit of a challenge, General."
"I've told you," she purrs, "call me Ambessa."
You nod shyly, looking at her through your lashes.
"A challenge, you say?"
You nod again, and her eyes narrow, but she isn't angry. The grin pulling at her lips says she's simplyโฆ intrigued.
"How so?" She inquires. She picks up her own goblet of wine and leans back as she takes a sip, awaiting your answer.
Your heart pounds as you search for it.
"IโฆI'mโฆ"
Your voice is shaky. Hers is low, steady, gentle.
"You aren't in trouble, dear. I do just want to know how you're faring."
You nod, relaxing a bit as your nerves ease.
"I'm afraid I'm not still not quite used to the practice ofโฆ indulging oneselfโฆ the way that Noxians seem to be accustomed to doing."
"Indulging oneself?" She echoes, raising a brow and flashing a smile. "What a polite choice of words."
A shy smile breaks out on your face.
"How would you have put it?"
"Simply," she shrugs. "We Noxians aren't afraid to revel in the desires of our flesh. When we want a good meal, a good drink, a good dance, a good fuckโฆ"
You wince at the word as if the sound of it rivals the scrape of a fork on a plate.
And Ambessa smirks- like she's got you right where she wants you.
"โฆwe seek them without shame."
This time, you aren't so good at hiding your apprehension.
"You don't like that word, do you?"
You swallow hard.
"I was taught that swearing is unseemlyโฆ"
But Ambessa is far too keen not to realize that this is but a half-truth, and far too interested in the entire truth not to call you on it.
"That isn't it," she corrects, quick and sharp like the shake of her head.
And then, her voice lowers as she continues to lure you in.
"Tell me, child," she keens, "why are you so averse to such a topic?"
You want to scoff.
Because my kingdom is so obsessed with control over its subjects' bodies that, now, I hardly know my own.
But that isn't her fault. In factโฆ you bargain that she might answer some of the questions you've been forbidden to ask until now.
"It's simply foreign to me, I think," you begin, "the idea ofโฆ of intimacyโฆ for anything other than to bear children. What does one get out of it, if not an extension of the bloodline?"
"What does one get out of it?" She guffaws.
But her teasing relents when she realizes the question isn't rhetorical.
You're serious. You're clueless.
And Ambessa has a wealth of knowledge she'd be more than happy to share.
"Would you like to find out for yourself?" She asks.
A "yes" tumbles from your lips before you can help it.
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You're rubbing sweaty palms over silk-draped knees as you anxiously await Ambessa's arrival. She'd instructed you to go up to your room, put on one of the many luxurious nightgowns she's bought you, and make yourself comfortable in bed.
When she finally walks in, she finds that you've followed all of her directions, save for that,
"You don't seem comfortable, do you, child?"
She cracks a smile, and the breath you didn't know you were holding escapes you as a chuckle upon realizing that you're sitting ramrod straight.
"I'm sorry," you respond softly. "I often find it difficult to relax."
"I've noticed that," she croons, walking over to hand you one of the two goblets of wine in her hands. "Drink," she orders, and swiftly, you obey.
As you sip your wine, she steps behind you to place her own down on the nightstand.
"Nerves are to be expected," she muses, "so long as it's not because you don't want this."
"I do."
Again, the words escape you quicker than you intend for them to, and Ambessa chuckles, thrilled by your eagerness.
Well, really, she's thrilled by the prospect of ruining you.
She begins by taking a seat on your bed, leaning against your pillows, long legs stretched out and spread to accommodate your frame settling in between them.
She asks if she can touch you, and when your "yes" sounds more like a plea than permission, she wraps a hand around your jaw, tilting your head to the side and placing chaste kisses along your neck. Her other hand starts at your calf, snaking up until her palm splays against your inner thigh.
Your legs fall open on instinct, and warmth begins to pool in your belly- like it did when your handmaiden back home would help you undress with a coy grin. Like it did when you imagined what it might be like to undress her.
"So responsive," she praises, pushing the skirt of your nightgown up to pool at your hips. "You've never been touched before?"
"Never," you exhale.
"Have you ever touched yourself before?"
You're not sure why those words fluster you as much as they do. Perhaps, it's the way she whispers in your ear, or the way the hand on your jaw now trails down to pull your sleeve from you shoulder so can she place kisses there instead. Or perhaps, it's that you're a bit embarrassed of your answer.
"N-no," you admit.
Her teeth scrape over the skin of your shoulder ever so lightly, her thumb brushes ever so close to the seam of your underwear, and you gasp.
"No? Why is that?"
Your voice is shaky. You're nearly trembling in her arms.
"I don'tโฆ I'm not sure how toโฆ"
She hums- and you can hear the grin on her lips.
"Would you like me to show you how?"
You beg her to.
"Good girl," she coos, thumbing at the waistline of your underwear. "Take these off for me, will you?"
And as you slide the delicate fabric down and off your body, she adds,
"And know that the next time I ask you to await me in a nightgown, undergarments won't be necessary."
You feel a throb in between your legs, and before you know, she's soothing it with a thick finger placed at your entrance.
You're already hooked on the feeling of her finger in between your sodden lower lips, but when she drags it up to the firm bud above them, you jerk against her as something like lightning shoots through you.
Your hand flies up to cover your mouth after an unexpected moan falls from your lips, but Ambessa is having none of that.
"Put your hand back down," she commands. "Let me hear you, pet."
The name elicits another noise from you- something more like a whimper- and when her slick-covered finger begins to draw languid circles over the bud, you scarcely recognize the noises you're making.
"How do you feel?" Ambessa purrs, her free had now slipping underneath the neckline of your gown to knead at your breast.
Your head falls back against her shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut.
"Good," you pant with a nod. "Very good."
Her hum of approval rumbles through you.
"That's right. This is why people enjoy sex, dear. Do you understand now?"
You mewl as her finger speeds up, and hiss as she pinches your nipple.
"Answer me, pet. We speak when we're spoken to."
"Yes!" You mewl, "Yes, I understandโฆ gods, I understandโฆ"
You're a debauched mess. Sprawled out on top of Ambessa Medarda, chest heaving, whines spilling from your lips. You'd normally have hand a mind to be ashamed of falling apart on her hands like this- of having someone's hands on you at all- but you can't seem to care. Can't seem to think.
Thank the gods your father didn't put up a fight. Thank the gods Ambessa wouldn't have taken no for an answer anyway.
Because, this? This is closer to heaven than any amount of abstinence would have gotten you.
And Ambessa? She's far too pleased to know that she's the one who's changed your tune.
She parts your lips with her drenched fingers, prodding at your entrance. You gasp, hand flying down to hold hers in place as you roll your hips up and accept the digit.
She lets you grind against her, fucking yourself on her fingers until you're a shaking, panting, debased mess on her lap. op
And when you can't manage anymore- when you're too dumb to do anything but whine for more- she unsheathes the digit, sliding it up to rub fast, tight circles onto your clit.
Your thighs snap together around her forearm as you cry out, a white hot pleasure threatening to explode deep in your belly.
"Open," she grits, pushing a thigh down with her free hand.
You didn't know you liked being handled like this. But there's no denying it when her stern voice and her rough grip is what sends you into a frenzy.
Your eyes squeeze shut. You see stars. Your body thrashes, you choke out a moan, and you wonder if this is the the possession you were warned about growing up.
And as soon as you've come down, you wonder ifโฆ
"Again?"
Ambessa smirks. Lets out a dark chuckle.
She knew she wouldn't consider Wrenyla conquered until its princess was, too.
