Arcane Kinktober 2025

Ambessa stood near the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching you.

“Undress,” she said, voice low but firm. “It’s time for our discussion.”

You hesitated but ultimately obeyed when she raised her eyebrow at her, stripping each layer with slow, shaky fingers. Left in nothing but your corset, tied in the back, you stood bare and vulnerable before your Wife, breathing now shallow.

“Come here.”

You walked over to her, standing anxiously before her, your fingers twisting together. She twirled her finger at you, wordlessly telling you to turn around. You did so, pulling your hair over your shoulder.

“Braid that onto your head. I want it out the way,” she instructed as she began to loosen the strings on your corset.

You worked silently together – you braiding and pinning your hair around the crown of your head; Ambessa working to loosen and remove your corset. When she finished, she ran her fingers over the lines on your skin from the boning, rubbing the spots firmly.

Your hair now fully on your head and out of the way, you waited. The blindfold suddenly passed over your eyes, immersing you in darkness before you could think. You gasped in surprise but didn’t argue.

Ambessa’s hands guided you to the foot of the bed.

Your wrists were bound above your head with little slack. Ankles tied apart, leaving you fully exposed, fully stretched, unable to move more than an inch in any direction.

The first sensation was the drag of Ambessa’s fingertips across your belly, trailing slow and teasing from your throat to the inside of your thighs.

And then… Nothing.

She left you there, tied and blindfolded, without another word.

You strained to listen. Was she still in the room? Moving quietly? Watching?

Minutes passed… Or was it longer? Your skin grew hot with anticipation. Your heart beat painfully loud in your ears.

When Ambessa returned, it was without warning. A sudden, sharp flick of something – leather – against the inside of your thigh.

You gasped.

Another flick, just barely harder. Then another, higher up, tracing the line of your ribs.

You whimpered, biting your lip to stay quiet.

The crop alternated with Ambessa’s mouth now – soothing, licking over the spots she struck. Soft kisses followed by sharper smacks. The unpredictability unravelled your sense of time, pulling you deeper into your own head.

You jolted when Ambessa’s fingers pinched your nipple, rolling it, tugging lightly. The ache was immediate. Sharp, then dull and throbbing.

You squirmed, but you had nowhere to go, the cuffs around your wrists and ankles keeping you spread-eagle between the bedposts.

“You are doing well, little one,” her voice soothed near your ear. “But we are not finished.”

Then came a single, slow stroke between your legs, nothing more than Ambessa’s knuckles dragging up your folds. You jerked despite yourself. Already sensitive. Already responsive.

She chuckled low in her throat. “Eager. Good.”

The next round began with Ambessa’s fingers. Slow, shallow circles, teasing and relentless. Just enough to make your breathing ragged. Just enough to make your thighs tremble as the need began building.

When your entire body glistened with sweat, trembling on the brink of climax, Ambessa touched your scarred cheek, stroking it gently.

“You will come when I say,” she whispered.

“Please, Ambessa…” you begged.

She spanked your ass harshly. “Not a second before.”

You nodded weakly, barely able to lift your head. “Please… Please, I need it!”

And just when your hips began to buck, your body arching upward toward release… Ambessa stopped.

You whimpered, voice breaking. “Please-”

“No,” she said sharply, her hands holding your pelvis still, stopping your desperate movements. “Not yet.”

Her fingers returned between your legs, slow and relentless, quickly bringing you back to the edge… Then stopping again.

“Do you know why I am doing this to you, little one?”

You whined. “No! Please!”

“You lost yourself yesterday. You lost your control, your composure. You reacted emotionally. You cannot do that in Noxian court. You know this.”

“I’m sorry!” you apologised, trying to tilt your hips into her hands.

But she just brought the crop down onto your thighs half a dozen times.

“You do so, even now. Control yourself, child. This is what you will learn today. No matter how long it takes.”

Her fingers slipped back inside you, curling and dragging against the spot that made you see stars. You kept as quiet as you could, hands clenching the ropes holding the cuffs.

She laughed at your attempts of self-control. “Better.”

Your whole body started to shake, tears slipping under the edge of the blindfold.

Your climax hovered, sharp and burning as it thrummed through your pussy… And again, Ambessa denied you.

“How long can you take this for me?” she asked against your ear. Her voice was calm, almost lazy, not even slightly out of breath. Like your trembling didn't affect her.

You barely managed a response. “A-As long as you want…”

Ambessa smiled against your neck. "Good girl."

More time passed.

You lost track of how many times you’d forced yourself not to beg.

At one point, Ambessa pressed her front to your back, pulling you back against her chest, one large hand pressed over your throat – not tight, just a weight, a reminder of control. Her other hand stayed thrusting between your legs, fast and relentless, teasing you to the brink and back down again with terrifying precision.

Hours blurred.

By the time Ambessa finally removed the blindfold, your eyes fluttered uselessly against the low light, pupils blown wide. Your skin glistened with sweat. Your voice now strained from the effort of keeping in your moans.

“You have done well, little one,” she praised, stroking damp hair back from your forehead.

You barely managed a nod, too far gone to speak.

Ambessa pressed a soft kiss to your temple. Then, without warning, she rocked her fingers deeper inside, curling deep, her thumb pressing hard against your clit.

“Come now, child.”

Your orgasm instantly tore through you like an earthquake – violent and loud and shaking, your entire body writhing against the speed of her hand. It didn’t stop with one wave. It rolled and rolled, leaving you sobbing and gasping for air.

When it was over, Ambessa untied your limbs slowly, careful with every knot. She effortlessly lifted your limp, wrecked body into her arms and carried you to the bathing suite, sinking into the warm water with you cradled tight against her chest.

Ambessa cleaned you gently, washing away sweat and tears and slick with slow, steady hands. Not a word was spoken until your trembling slowed.

Then, she pressed another kiss to your wet hair.

“You performed excellently, little one,” she whispered. “And next time… You will last even longer.”

Day 30

Buy me a coffee! 💜

If life was already confusing and impossible before, ever since Jinx had accidentally swapped places with this universe’s version of her while stupidly toying with her hextones in hopes to figure out a way to find a way to bring Silco and Ekko back—both of them she had jinxed, killed, unsurprisingly; things had actually gotten...crazier than usual.

But she hadn’t expect to find him there. In this strange world she’d been thrown in, things are drastically different it seems. He is different.

Although she’s used to fighting Ekko, as bitter as that feels, he’d been much more brutal when she’d first seen him here. At first, she’d thought she had finally completely lost her mind and was on a serious hallucinatory trip. He was supposed to be dead, and her Ekko would’ve never actually shot her—her Ekko did not carry a gun, and until the bridge, he’d never seriously hurt her; only bruises and scratches that posed little threat to her integrity.

Her shoulder does not hurt anymore now, but the little scar it left makes her smile. Now both her arms carry clear marks of his impact on her life. Both of them remind her that, at least for a little while, he had played with her again. She loves when he’d get a little rough with her, really; it’s undeniable proof he’s still alive enough to leave not just a trace, but plenty.

The first time she’d had sex with this version of him had been unlike anything she’d experienced with her own version of him before. He was a lot more urgent, mumbling things under his breath she could barely make out, and…he kept calling her Powder. Something which she had to correct him on more than once; even though her eyes, style and general physic were different enough from the picture he’d shown her once. 

Her alternate self, too, had been tampering with hex stones in hopes to find a way to reverse Ekko's her stupid little tree's sickness. And if Jinx was here now, then she supposes Mrs-Raven-Leader would be in her world.

Hmm, if her Ekko was still alive, she’d almost be worried he’d prefer this kinder, healthier version of her.

But he’s not, and even if it’s not the same, at least she has some warmth to crawl into for a little while now; with this world’s Ekko. When she’d found out he was working for Silco, she had a laughing fit he threw a wrench at her for, leading them to yet another fight that would end in steamy, rough sex—just like now?

Yeah, just like now. 

Because even as confused and sad and disturbed as everything made her feel there, Jinx would never turn down an opportunity to feel him fuck it all out of her with brutal thrusts that make her see stars.

She hadn't hesitated one second when he'd leaned in her ear to whisper an offer to get away from the dance-floor where they'd been grinding unabashedly for a good ten minutes at least.

She'd let him step away from behind her, felt the loss of his bulge against her ass like a punch right in her lungs, but giddily followed as he tugged her out back after knocking the security guard out cold when he'd stepped in front of the door to bar the way to the backalley where they smuggled cargo in and out of the bar.

And now he's got her pinned against the door, her legs thrown on his elbows while her arms hook beneath his shoulders to hold as she sobs in his neck after maybe her…third, fourth orgasm it was?

She's too fucked-out and drunk to care, all she knows is that she doesn't want him to stop.

“Sound so damn cute when you’re full of dick,” he chuckles and pulls her closer, nestling deeper inside her. “Such a whiny, little crybaby my greedy girl is. You need this even more than me, don’t you?”

She weakly nods, another sob blooming up her throat, and he groans into her hair, slamming her down on his cock to hear her sob again.

The bass reverberates against the door and into their ears, thrumming through their bodies along with the warm buzz of alcohol coursing their veins. Jinx feels just about ready to combust, his pulse beneath her lips tethering her to the moment just enough to be sure she isn't having one of those fuzzy dreams while she still misses her universe's Ekko.

This one's ruthless between her legs now, plowing into her so hard that she can barely breathe through the relentless moans breaking from her and reverberating into his neck.

“Making me all messy, babydoll,” he hisses as her tears wet his neck. “Getting my dick wet wasn’t enough for a desperate little slut like you, mmh?” He asks, digging his fingers in her skin.

She tries to puff out a bratty laugh, but she feels unbearably warm and blissful, a little dizzy, and it only makes her choke up. Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she welcomes the overwhelming pleasure he's so devotedly providing her with a slew of mewls and praises.

As she starts to clench again, he shifts one of her legs around his waist and demands she keeps it there while he busies himself unraveling her further with his freed arm. Jinx tries her best to obey, even with her legs shaky and weak, and he praises her for it like he always does.

When his hand snakes down to rub frantic circles over her clit, Jinx throws her head back against the door with a sharp cry, bucking into him.

"Ssh," he whispers while tipping her chin to make her look at him. "You don’t want someone to hear you and open the door with a perfect view of that pretty little ass, now do you?” He coos and thrust hard into her cervix, making her choke for air as she feels yet another orgasm crest.

“N-no…No, I—Fuck you, Ekko…Fuck you,” she heaves out, too flushed and embarrassed but also hungering like never before.

“What was that, baby?” He snickers and digs his nails hard as he slams her down on his cock to make her sob. “You want me to put you in your place? Wanna show them all what a little slut you are on my dick?” 

She shakes her head no and groans but her hips stuttering but desperately trying to keep up with his merciless rhythm, and she can't lie—the idea that someone might find them like this doesn't put her off nearly as much as it should. In fact, it only excites her.

She comes on the spot at the thought, lips trembling and bitten to blood as he makes her see stars and stop breathing for a moment.

"H-How are you real?" He marvels, voice breaking as he watches her come undone. "My perfect—perfect girl…Fuck, look at you.

She looks beautiful with her face red and streaked with shimmering pink tears. At first when he'd seen this version of his love, he had only felt rage knowing that she'd taken his Powder. Then he had realized he cared, still.

And most of all; she's so similar to him in a way that both hurts and mends. She, too, views herself as a fault, a threat, a ticking timebomb. And she's shimmered as well, lonely, and tormented.

For once, he doesn't have to defend his siding with Silco, his mistakes and his anger—she knows. And by Janna, she's so damn beautiful right now. She always tastes so good too…she should know just how much.

As she squirts on him and tremble, cries, claws at his shoulders while she loses herself in pleasure; Ekko reaches in his back-pocket for his shimmer vial and dumps its contents behind him like they hold no value to him anymore.

He gently cups her face as he pummels her cervix, the contrast in his behavior so stark it makes her eyes fly open and a low whine escape her while he ruthlessly fucks her through her orgasm.

He tips the vial against her cheek and watches as her shimmer-tears drip into it as she heaves and rocks back onto him, never sated; just like him.

Her eyes are glossy, her tears adorning her wan skin like cosmic flares breaking through moonlight, and she shudders as she realizes what he's doing, how obsessed he is with her to have even thought of it in the first place.

He watches her intently, how pliant and needy she is for him every single time and even more now, and breaks.

"Cry so pretty…What can’t you do, baby?” He marvels as her pretty, lush lashes stick together through her pink, overwhelmed tears.

And he bring the vial to her lips, wanting her not only to see how pretty she is, but how divine she tastes as well—sizzling sweet, bitter, but never wrong.

He watches as her lips part with a small whimper, exhaustion evident in her traits but broken through by her desire. She opens her mouth wide enough for him to tip the vial over her lower lip and empty its contents while he pistols his hips from below, making her back rub across the cool, abrasive, old door.

“There," he coos, roughly slamming in and out of her at a slow but brutal pace that makes some of the tears drip out of her lips. He groans when her pink little tongue pokes out to lick them off.

"There; swallow, sweetheart," he encourages her as she finishes the last of the vial, tightening around him again when he tosses it aside with a crack and hauls her leg over her arm again to fuck her deeper. He leans close, breathing her damp cheek, and whispers, "You always always do that so well for me.”

She whimpers at that, clenching hard, and he groans; fucking her faster as he intends to come with her this time. The slap of skin and their lewd moans is deafening now, his thick cock stretching her out and making her burn as though thrusted into fireworks with every slam of his cock inside her squelching, overwrought cunt.

"Fuck, Gods—Tight fucking pussy's gonna make me come," he growls, slumping into her neck as she starts to uncontrollably shake and squirt more on him, clenching him so hard it almost hurts. "Come on, pretty," he pleads between broken breaths and licks a stray tear off her cheek. "Show me how much you wanna make this cock weep for you too."

She whines, eagerly fucking herself back on him even so weak as she feels, and feels her eyes burn and her vision cloud from the overwhelmed tears he's drawn from her with every orgasm he's given—each one more devastating than the last.

"E-Ekko—Ekko," she babbles deliriously. "You're so—It's so-so much…Fuck, I'm gonna—I'm gonna come," she heaves out, maddeningly pulsing around his length and frantically rolling her hips to chase after his.

This time when she comes, she breaks into a sob and clings to him so tightly her nails break skin and draw blood. He gasps, hips stuttering, and releases inside her so fast and hard that he can feel his dick being pushed back by the sudden flood of thick, claiming cum he's shot inside her sore, sensitive cunt.

She mewls, clawing at him and clenching hard to not let him go, and Ekko finds himself in need of seeing her so fucked-out and needy, so vulnerable.

He gently cups her face, awed eyes meeting her bloodshot, drowsy ones. "Still such a beautiful crybaby, my little lady," he smiles and leans in for a kiss that makes her heart flutter like it is her first—even with his cum swirling inside her, his length still nestled tight and deep where she's taken him a hundred times before.

He makes everything feel new, feel true. She loves her Ekko, but she loves this one as well. And she hopes he loves her too.

Please, Janna; let her at least have this one thing.

It was Caitlyn who parted your thighs, her robe falling open as she knelt over you, pale and perfect. She held herself steady with the precision of a duellist, her eyes fixed on your face as she pushed inside you for the first time that evening.

The stretch made you gasp, still getting used to their sizes. Despite that, your body clenched greedily around her. She leant in close, her lips brushing your ear as she slid deeper, unrelenting.

“There,” Caitlyn whispered. “Do you feel that? How your body welcomes me? How you open so sweetly for what you swore you feared?”

Vi laughed next to you, pinning your wrists over your head. “Gods, listen to her. Moaning like a whore, and we’ve only just started.” She pressed a hot kiss against your cheek, her grin sharp. “Bet the whole village thought you’d die screaming when we dragged you off. But they never thought you’d be screaming for a different reason, did they?”

You shook your head frantically, but another broken sound slips out of your mouth when Caitlyn ground her hips against yours, her cock sliding deeper still.

“Don’t lie,” she murmured, her cold hand stroking your tear-stained cheek. “Your body betrays you. You’re drenched, darling. You’re squeezing me as if you never want me to leave.”

“Pathetic,” Vi added, nipping your ear. “We took you from your home, from your family, your people, and now look at you – spread out in our bed, sobbing and begging for more.”

Caitlyn started picking up speed, her hips slapping yours as her cock filled you. Your breasts bounced as she rocked inside you, Vi quickly latching her mouth onto your nipple. You cried out a moan, your head dropping back onto the bed.

“Look at you,” the vampire whispered, icy eyes boring into yours. “Tears running down your cheeks like a pathetic little prey. You’re moaning for us. Can’t even hide how wet you are.”

You whimpered, trying to bury your face in the skin of your arm, but Caitlyn’s hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look back at her. “Oh, don’t hide, bunny,” she snarled, teeth flashing as she leant down to nip your neck. “We can see every inch of you trembling. The village wouldn’t believe it, even if they saw it – their little sacrifice moaning like a whore in the monsters’ bed.”

“They can’t see me,” you whined between sobs, heat and shame curling through your body. “Please…”

Vi laughed low, deep, dangerous. “Oh, but we can. We will watch you fall apart. We’ll take what we want, make you beg, make you cry, and then we’ll take more.”

The humiliation burned hotter than the stretch between your thighs. You shook with it, your ears flat against your hair, tears already spilling down your face. You couldn’t stop the noises pouring out of you, not when Caitlyn’s every deliberate thrust forced another moan from your throat.

“Cry for us,” the vampire commanded, lightly slapping your cheek, her pace quickening, sharp and merciless. “Let them hear what you’ve become. Their sacrifice, ruining our sheets with her wet cunt.”

And when Vi nipped your breast, you broke, sobbing openly, humiliated by how much pleasure coiled inside you, how much your body clung to Caitlyn even as your heart ached with shame.

Caitlyn’s smile was cruel, satisfied. “Beautiful, little bunny.”

Your sobs echoed off the stone walls as Vi rode you slowly, deliberately, every thrust drawing a high, desperate cry from your throat. She curled over your back, leaning down to press hot kisses along your shoulder and jaw, murmuring low and rough praises that make your ears flatten in shame.

“Look at her, Cait,” Vi growled, voice thick, almost feral. “She’s ours already. Moaning like she was made for this bed, for us, for being claimed.”

You wanted to shake your head, to turn away, but Caitlyn’s grip on your head was firm as she thrust her cock in and out of your mouth. “No, bunny. Look at me,” she whispered, voice soft but sharp, like a blade. “Listen to yourself. Hear that sound – that wet pussy as we fuck you – it’s beautiful.”

“Humiliating for you, though,” Vi mocked, straightening up, spanking your ass a few times. “Given how you say you hate us, you get so fucking wet for our cocks, baby.”

Your tears streamed freely now, burning hot on your cheeks; humiliation and need tangled together. Your body writhed between them, hips bucking helplessly as Vi’s cock thrust deep inside you, dragging whimpers from the very core of your being.

Vi slid her hand up your back, calloused fingers tracing over the column of your spine. “You like that, don’t you? We took you, bunny, and now you’re crying and moaning for us, and you can’t stop.”

“Shut up!” you begged around Caitlyn’s cock, voice broken, but the words only earned low laughs from them both.

Caitlyn’s pace quickened, the tip of her cock starting to edge into the back of your throat, making your back arch violently, ears twitching, tears falling faster. “Shh, don’t fight it,” she purred. “This is for you. For us. For the way your body craves to be claimed.”

Vi presses down harder on your back, forcing you flush against the bed, the new angle making it impossible for you to fight against Caitlyn’s thrusts, or hers. “So wet, so needy,” she growled, grinding roughly into you. “You’re leaking for us, bunny. Leaking and crying and begging. They never taught you this back home, did they? No stupid village boy who took your fancy?”

You shuddered, gagging around the cold cock in your mouth as Caitlyn went deeper, sobbing, your jaw quivering as your body – against your will – started to convulse beneath them. Vi reached under you and quickly started rubbing your clit, forcing you into a powerful orgasm.

Caitlyn bobbed your head faster, seeking her own pleasure. “See? You’re made for this,” she cooed, eyes dark, icy blue glowing faintly in the candlelight. “Made for us. Made to feel so much that you cry.”

With a cry, Caitlyn came down your throat. You initially gagged, but she held you in place, forcing you to swallow down her seed. She let you pull back a little, just enough to settle your gag reflex, but kept you mouth on her cock until her orgasm passed.

Vi started slamming her hips into yours. She leant down, biting your shoulder. “You’re breaking so beautifully. Never thought we’d get to watch our little bunny unravel so often like this.” Her hands roamed across your hips. “Do you like it? Do you like knowing you can’t run? That we own you, now and forever?

“That we get to fuck you like this every day? In this soft, warm bed, instead of the cold forest?” Caitlyn added, finally pulling your head off her cock.

“Please…” you managed, gasping, voice shaky. “Don’t stop…”

“That’s our girl,” Caitlyn murmured, moving forward to drag her lips across your cheek, smearing tears and sweat together. “So beautiful when you cry for us. So raw and desperate. Take it, bunny. Take everything we give you.”

Soon after, Vi came inside you, her cock knotting within you. When her knot went down, they started to alternate, taking turns pushing you over the edge, never letting you rest long enough to gather yourself.

Hours later, Caitlyn slid inside you again from underneath, slow, precise, grinding just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, while Vi filled your ass. The wolf teased, nipped, whispered cruel praises into your ear the whole time. Your sobs broke into moans, then back into tears, and you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. They’d been fucking you for so long…

“Look at her,” Vi growled, pressing her forehead to your back. “This little body is ours. We can make her cry whenever we want. And she still loves it.” She held your hair, pulling your head back against her shoulder. “Don’t you, pathetic little bunny?”

“I do,” you sobbed, tears spilling down your face, the mixture of shame and pleasure so complete that your body convulsed violently as Caitlyn drove you higher as she rubbed your clit.

Caitlyn spanked your thighs with her hands. “Say it. Tell us what you feel, bunny. Don’t hide it. You’re ours. Completely.”

“I… I’m… Yours…” you sobbed, unable to form the rest of the sentence. Your ears flattened, tail twitching, every muscle quaking from overstimulation.

“Good girl,” Caitlyn purred, lifting her hips up into you. “You feel everything. The pleasure, the shame, the heat. And you’re crying for it. Perfect.”

Vi nipped at your neck again, slow and deliberate, pressing herself flush against your back. “Do it again. Cry for us. We’re gonna fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

Your sobs turned into a desperate, ragged scream as Vi plunged deeper, harder, dragging you past the edge of thought entirely. Her rough fingers and teeth, her gritted growls, Caitlyn’s smooth cruelty… It was all too much, too fast, too intense.

Your body spasmed between them, utterly spent as your pussy poured over Caitlyn’s cock.

The vampire brushed your tear-streaked face with surprising tenderness. “Beautiful,” she praised softly. “Completely beautiful when you unravel for us.”

Vi pressed a hand over your belly, her grin feral as she felt both their cocks moving within you. “You’re ours, baby. Always ours. No one else will ever see this, bunny. Only us.”

Day 29

Buy me a coffee! 💜

They’d sworn not to hook up again, sworn to remain loyal to their camp and beliefs, but that had proven a lot more difficult to uphold as their bodies brushed during fights—maybe even more when they wouldn’t. 

And so, they had found themselves breaking their word more than once in alleyways or abandoned warehouses. Each time, either Ekko would pull away in a surge of guilt and consciousness or Jinx would try to make herself stop lest she jinxes him as well. But it would only take a kiss, a hushed plea, and they would crash into each other in a matter of seconds.

When he had to tell Vi about who her sister had become, Ekko had felt like a hypocrite—or maybe worse than that, because he partly believed there was no more Powder to save...partly.

Even after a whole week of not seeing her, not touching her, not feeling her writhe into his mouth under him, Ekko had refused to waver on the bridge.

It had to be him, but it couldn’t be. Zaun was cruel like that, he supposed.

But then she had looked at him with those eyes he hadn’t seen since they were two kids scouring for scraps to tinker with in the Lanes, and a part of him had died with her on the bridge that night. 

Much like a phantom, Ekko had felt a veil set between him and the rest of the world as he’d wandered the streets she’d lathered in neon graffiti like she owned them.

Although he couldn’t admit it to his peers, he grieved her every single second; never sure he had done the right thing in moving her further up the bridge for Silco to take her when he couldn’t. Never sure he should’ve fought her at all to begin with, despite the fact that he had known letting her take the hexstone from Vi and Caitlyn would’ve resulted in plunging Zaun in further chaos. Otherwise, she would have undoubtedly made a destructive weapon that would be used without taking collateral damage into account.

And she had.

What had been his surprise upon hearing of the Council’s explosion. He hadn’t even needed to be told of the culprit; only she could be bold enough to dare.

Part of him had been proud, but the other had worried—Piltover would come down hard on Zaun, would stop at nothing to get her too. And Ekko had been angry at her for that, truly, but how could he not also be relieved she was alive?

So he’d tracked her down the second he’d heard, had found her coming out of the river in tears, and all his anger faded as his instinct to hold and protect her surged instead. 

He had caught her in his arms as a sob broke out of her throat and her knees gave out, had soothed her pain with words and gentle caresses, and taken her to his old parents’ house to draw her a bath and keep her hidden while they spread the grey to search for her.

He’d been renovating the place in secret for a little while and hadn’t told nor shown anyone but her. Jinx knew how precious that was and he was grateful it had been enough to make her stay and wait for him as he went out to help at the base or lead operations against the enforcers swarming their streets.

At times, Ekko had felt guilty to know exactly where the solution to stop all this really was, to know that he had no intention in ever handing her over—not just because Zaunites don’t hand out their own, but because he selfishly wanted her to live; even if she seemed dead-set on making the task rather complicated some days.

And so had begun their painfully domestic routine, though neither of them called it that. In fact, Jinx would remind him that they weren’t and couldn’t actually be together anyway, that this was just physical, maybe more friendly than they could afford, and Ekko loathed her for it every time she reminded him that he was overstepping…in his own home. 

But that, too, seemed wrong to him. He had brought her here, had asked that she stay, and in a twisted way, it had become her home too. It was his, and hers, but not theirs. Got it.

Still, when he’d found her waiting for him in bed tonight, seated in a mermaid-like pose with her legs folded to the side and wearing a beautiful, see-through, embroidered baby-doll slip she’d definitely torn the fabric of his curtains to make, Ekko had practically fallen to his knees and asked for her hand in marriage.

Which is how they’re here now, and why he has no qualms in staking his claim again—whether she embraces or argues against it again.

She’s panting and writhing under him as he maps her body with his lips; mouthing and biting over every single inch of her pale, supple chest which he’s uncovered not too long ago now. He’s seen, heard, and felt her just like this many times before, but it never ceases to amaze him. The fact that he may touch her, that she comes to him for it in the first place, is something he’s not sure he’ll ever quite believe.

Each time, he feels the need to mark her everywhere so she’ll remember, so he’ll know. But each time, too, the marks heal and fade away—just like their carnal interludes always do. The thought angers him and Ekko bites down harder, sucking a nasty bruise right under the mound enclosing her heart below flesh and bones. Jinx arches off the bed with a gasp, hands flying to card through his locks and pull, making him hiss into her skin.

“E–Ekko!” She sobs, high and needy. “Fuck, I—Please…Please, I—I need you…”

Hearing Jinx beg for him never gets old, and Ekko’s eyes snap up to look at her; gaze darkened by lust and hunger unlike any other as he crawls up her trembling frame, reverent hands dragging up her blotchy skin.

He takes in the way her lips quiver, the cloudy look in those sweet, shimmering pools when she observes him now, how her breath stutters when he finally leans into her neck and cups a breast.

She’s perfect.

Perfect for him. Only him.

By Janna, he’ll burn the world all over to find a way to finally make her irremediably his.

“What do you want, baby?” He whispers into her skin, fanning warm breath there that makes the goosebumps raise over her skin. “Tell me and I’ll do it. Anything,” he hisses, then sucks on her throbbing pulse.

She whimpers at that, thrashing a little under him while he toys with her tit. “I—Ah, fuck!—I need–Mmh…”

“Words, blue,” he huffs out, playing nonchalant. “I need to hear them. How else will I know, mmh?”

“Y–You know, you little—Mmh, Ekko…Ekko, Gods—”

“Hmh, do I?” He smirks, pushing the knee he’s slotted between her legs a little deeper.

One of her hands drags from his scalp to his shoulder, and she pushes down. “Don’t be a—a dick, little man,” she breathes out. “C’mon, c’mon,” she whines petulantly as he makes his way down her body agonizingly slowly.

“Patience, J,” he chuckles against her toned, heaving abs. “You didn’t wanna listen so I’m gonna take my sweet time now, love,” he mouths over her skin, making her whimper and twitch. “Gonna savor every single piece until you actually beg for it like you always do, mmh?”

“Mmh, Ekko…Please…Be a good boy,” she pleads as she tenderly weaves through his locks and rolls her hips, parting her legs invitingly. “C’mon, you’re always a good fucking boy for me, baby…”

Her words rub on his nerves like a soft, spellbinding balm that warms and entices him to abide, even so stubborn and proud as he may be. Because she’s there, she wants him, and she’s praising him.

With a groan, Ekko bites and sucks his way down, now more determined to feel her come undone on his tongue and fingers before he flips her over and makes her come on his cock too like they usually do. 

It’s easier when he can’t see her eyes—transformed by that night, having transformed him too when they looked at him so vulnerably—and when she doesn’t have to see him either. Their faces bare all the marks and reasons they shouldn’t be doing this. But Ekko can’t be blamed if he steals a glance when she rides his own sometimes; at least his mouth is too occupied to say something stupid like—

“Yes!” Jinx cries, arching into him as his lips press on her panties. “Ekko…Ekko, please—Need you here,” she whines and bucks into his face, making him groan. “Need you right—fucking here, my pretty—pretty boy savior,” she smiles lazily and bites her lips, eyes shutting in bliss.

His cock twitches at her despair and the evident affection in her words, and Ekko finds himself already grinding into the mattress by the time he’s pulled her panties to the side and moans at the first taste of her arousal on his tongue.

Jinx shudders, thighs pressing around his head as her hips roll, and he can’t help but hope they’ll bruise his cheeks or that his fingers digging in her skin will too. 

He sucks her clit into his mouth and bites down, eliciting a hiss from her that makes his heart pound and his crotch hump harder into the mattress below. Her nails dig into his scalp as he doesn’t let go, only sucking harder, biting again, and slipping two fingers inside her heat. 

In moments like these, he wants to say “Please mark me, please claim me, please give me a scar that doesn’t spell out hurt and I’ll give you some right back,” but Jinx prefers when he spells it out with his tongue, and right now, he rather likes the sounds she’s making herself.

“F-fuck,” she shudders, gripping the blanket with a white-knuckle grip. “So damn greedy…Mmh, baby, you eat it like you’re—starving,” she chuckles brokenly through strained breaths.

He groans into her core, speeding up his fingers and releasing her clit to swirl his tongue over it instead. She gasps, feverishly canting her hips in his face to match the pace of his fingers, and Ekko nearly comes in his boxers when she starts to squirt a little into his mouth.

She writhes beneath him, her thighs quivering and her fingers twitching as they pull at his hair so hard they rip some loose curls between his dreadlocks. But he doesn’t care, only growl as it fuels him to please his girl instead, knowing that every sting and every bruise she’ll leave is the undeniable evidence that she doesn’t put her mouth where her need actually is, that her words mean less than what she actually tells him now.

Jinx risks a look down at him as her pleasure peaks, and the blur of white between her legs working tirelessly to make her come undone is all she needs to finally tether off the edge. Her back arches off the bed as she screams his name so loud her voice breaks and grows hoarse, breathless. 

Ekko feels her clamp down on his fingers, pulse and squirt on his tongue, and he comes in his damn boxers like her fool. Still, even as his cum coats his cock and soils the soft cotton of his undergarment, he keeps up gentle motions of his fingers and tongue to help her down and clean her up.

She tastes heady, bittersweet shimmer sizzling on his tongue like the pop-rocks Vander once had smuggled from Piltie cargo for Powder’s birthday, and he never can get enough. He only stops because she whines and weakly bats his head as the overstimulation gets to her, prompting him to remove his fingers and suck her juices off of them instead. 

Jinx whimpers as she watches him, unable to tear her eyes off of his face though it’d probably hurt less if she did. Because she expects him to be mad now, any day really. She knows the misery keeping her here while Zaun falls apart because of what she did must make him resent her deep down—she thinks it should; things would be easier if he could just hand her over.

Maybe the worst part is that she would do it all over again, and again. What she’s done is but a fraction of what they’ve endured in the Undercity because of Piltover and she doesn’t regret honoring Silco that way either. But she knows the chaos stirring outside weighs on her boy savior even more than it does on her, because he could stop it, and he chooses not to.

Why? She couldn’t say. Maybe doesn’t want to know.

Still, the image and sounds of Ekko feeding off of her on his own fingers makes her selfish heart flutter all over again. She needs him, loves him, and she’s tired of fighting it when he, himself, the one supposed to be morally superior, isn’t even trying to pretend.

“E–Ekko,” she tentatively croaks out, gently tilting his chin with two fingers. 

He takes his fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop that makes her shudder, and his eyes are blackened by lust, his lips swollen, his voice like gravel. “Yes, Pow?”

“Mark me,” she shakily rushes out, letting her fingers slip from his chin to his shoulder where they drag and graze with the tip of her nails. “Come on, I know—I know you want to,” she says and bites her lip, parting her legs further for him.

His half-hard cock twitches, the drying cum uncomfortable but dismissed in favor of staring at the rippling tattoos winding from her stomach to her thigh, kissing so short of her glistening, parted folds and that tight, creamy hole he burns to gape and ruin already. 

Again and again and again and again. Always. Forever. And then some.

“You fucking—Gods,” he growls and grips her hips, roughly pulling her down to bury his face in her stomach and breathe her in unabashedly.

Jinx whimpers, her skin trembling beneath his lips as they place open-mouthed kisses and bite all over her hips, abdomen, and pelvis like he’s trying to outshine her tattoos. Her skin turns red and purple beneath his hips, but it’s not enough; it’ll heal, fade, like it always does. And quickly too, due to her shimmer—Ekko groans at the thought.

He feels himself grow harder and harder already, can feel her cunt dampen his chest as she drips with desire, and her moans wrap around his brain like a tightened veil pulled taut. But none of it is ever enough. This isn’t gonna last, he’s gonna wake up one day and she’ll be gone. 

She can’t stay forever. She might not want to even if she could. And the marks will heal. Again.

So Ekko abruptly snaps his head away, heaving, and Jinx shudders as she meets his glossy gaze. 

“Wh–What’s wrong?” She tentatively asks, still reeling from the heat he’s been spreading all over her body. 

He lets his head drop to her stomach, pressing his cheeks where her pulse pounds, and wistfully traces the finger-shaped bruises beneath her ribs.

“They’ll heal…” he mumbles distantly, his voice honeyed and low still. “Always disappear from me,” he mutters lower this time, almost missed by Jinx.

Her heart stutters to a stop and her lips wobble. He’s right; they do. Not just the bruises too.

“Maybe…Maybe we need to—try something different,” she suggests, eyeing the tea-light, scented candle she’d lit on the nightstand earlier to seduce him—almost consumed now. “You could…brand me.”

He shivers at the offer, not having dared imagine such a thing before. “Baby…My girl, my sweet babygirl,” he mumbles dreamily, turning his head to press kisses up her ribs and sternum, making her breath hitch. “I don’t—don’t ever—wanna hurt you again,” he times with kisses until he meets her collarbone and sucks a nasty bruise there. “Only wanna—keep you…blue,” he heaves out as he kisses up her neck and finally meets her lips against which he whispers, “Promise me.”

She lets out a shaky breath and blinks twice in agreement, lush lashes teasing his before she kisses him softly. His arm twines beneath her waist, arching her into him, and Jinx whimpers into his mouth when his bulge presses into her barely clothed, pulsing core.

Ekko groans at that and begins rolling his hips, seeking more of her sweet sounds and pressure as long as she’s willing to give them to him—forever, she’s promised.

So he reluctantly pulls away from her, gut twisting as he watches the brief moments she chases his lips with her eyes shut, too lost in the bliss of him to register his loss just yet. When she gazes up at him again, she’s flushed and needy; just how he always wants to keep her.

His eyes flick to the candle, then back at her. “Are you—Are you sure about this, bunny?”

She swallows, nodding. “Yes. Surer than I’ve ever been about anything,” she says with a playful grin and nudges his arm. “Now go, little man. Make me yours.”

And how could he object to the very dream he’s nurtured practically all his life since he’s known her?

Slowly, Ekko crawls up the bed, beside her, and pulls the nightstand’s drawer open to rifle for his trustee letter-opener; the first object he’d managed to steal from the Piltie markets on the bridge as a child to gift to Powder on her birthday, just before the accident.

He hadn’t known what it was for then, only that it was golden and shiny and had a little crow propped at the top that she would like. But now it would have a much better use than to figuratively take Jinx along with his efforts for a better Zaun while she’d wreak havoc instead, as he’d open important information and tips passed through allies and remote firelights. 

Carefully, he grabs the candle in his other hand, ignoring the way it burns in his palm, and turns back to Jinx with questioning eyes.

“Still sure, gorgeous?”

She nods eagerly, biting her lip, and parts her legs to let him settle comfortably between them while he picks the spot he wants to brand. He looks her over not with hunger, but with care and consideration, as though the act in itself was of a spiritual matter—maybe like the old runes he’s heard Zaunites used to put on each other to bind their relationship. He hopes it’s close enough; he had thought of asking for her hand in marriage earlier anyway.

“How about right here,” he lightly tugs on her panties with the tip of the letter-opener and prods it over her pelvis, a little above her soft, blue curls. “No one can see it but me and you. And it’s,” he hisses, pushing his knee into her core which makes her moan, “Where I’m fucking meant to be.”

Jinx whines, hand flying to his locks and making the candle tip in his hand, dripping wax on the both of them. They both wince, then shudder, and Ekko aches to mark and take her; can’t wait any longer.

He sets the candle over her stomach, then his hand and presses it down. “Don’t fucking move, or it’ll spill,” he warns.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she purrs, scratching over his scalp to make him groan and lean into her touch. “But okay. For you.”

For him.

Had she planned to destroy him when she’d dressed up to seduce him earlier?

Ekko isn’t complaining, though.

“Hey,” he says, softer this time, and looks up at her, letter-opener hovering the candle. “Tell me if you change your mind or it h—”

She puffs out a gentle laugh, gently combing through his locks and finally releasing her hold on him as she relaxes. “Don’t worry, I have quite the mouth on me. You know that.”

A smile pulls at his lips and he steals one last, quick glance at her before dipping the letter-opener over the flame. “Yeah, I do,” he mumbles fondly.

Jinx smiles and swallows thickly as she watches the gold turn warmer, observes the smoke curling around it, and when Ekko finally blows on the candle and sets it back on the nightstand, she has to fight to remain still and not squirm.

He settles back between her legs, looking at her with dark-though-soft eyes. “Still sure?”

She nods, her voice a little strained now. “Y–Yeah. Still sure.”

“Okay,” he whispers with a smile and turns his attention to the task. 

He makes quick work of her panties and soon finds himself facing her bare core, hungering for another taste already with it so close to his mouth—but he needs to remain focused; as much as he wants to eat her out while he brands her damn cunt, it’s probably not his brightest idea.

The second the tip of the letter-opener hovers her pelvis, she tenses as the heat radiates over her skin. But with a look up at her, she nods and he keeps going. 

The first line he traces is gentle, tentative, but he’s both fascinated and worried with the way her skin turns red so quickly, a slanted line of sun glowing on pale moonlight. The second after that is easier, and by the third, Ekko’s barely present anymore; completely lost in a trance as her strength and his mark fascinate him. 

He gives her a moment of respite before the fourth line, looking up at her to check if she’s still holding up. Her face is scrunched-up, there’s tears on her cheeks, and she’s biting her lips. But she’s completely soaking through the sheets and dripping over his hand, whimpering, and when he clears his throat to get her attention, he gets a nod after a few seconds.

So Ekko gently closes the hourglass insignia at the top and gets off the bed to go lay the knife in the bathroom-sink before returning to her with his health-kit and a wet washcloth. 

The hourglass branded on her is a bright red, both inviting and shudder-inducing. Jinx’s eyes are closed, but she seems to manage her pain well enough that he can sit down beside her and brush her bang away from her sweaty face, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers into her skin. “Did so good for me. Thank you…Thank you,” he repeats and she hums in acknowledgment, weakly blinking her eyes open.

He pulls away to cup her face and kiss her on the lips instead, gentle and soft, before he leans back.

“I’m gonna take care of you now, alright?” He whispers reassuringly, and she nods. “You just lay still and then I’ll do whatever my baby wants, m’kay?”

She nods again, looking at him with bleary eyes, her voice small and affected. “M’kay.”

“Good,” he smiles. “That’s my good girl.”

And then he shifts towards her lower-half, popping his health-kit open to pull an antiseptic and a compress pad out of it, lightly spraying the antiseptic on it before pressing the pad to the burn. 

Jinx winces at the cool contact over where she feels so unbearably warm, but whispers sweet nothings and praises her as she holds still for the few seconds they need. Then he discards the pad and gently dabs the wet wash-cloth over the brand, further aiding her temperature drop to a more comfortable degree.

Jinx grits her teeth, doing her best to relax as her body struggles to adjust, and he continues to praise her, peppering kisses on her thigh and hip every now and then, until he finally throws the washcloth away and rifles through his health-kit for some gauze and tape.

He cuts it into the shape of a heart, making her puff out a laugh when she sees it, and admires his work one more time before he gently places the gauze on top of the hourglass, carefully taping around the heart-shaped bandage.

“There,” he whispers, brushing his thumb next to the dressing. “No one’s ever gotten hurt so prettily in all of history,” he chuckles and crawls back up, careful not to press on the bandage. “You’re so damn pretty, baby. So good to me,” he mumbles dreamily against her jaw.

Her heart stutters and she exhales shakily. “I wouldn’t put ‘good’ and me in the same sentence…but thanks.”

He chuckles into her skin, then gently kisses it and pulls away to cup her face and look at her. “Well, I do. You’re mine and you’re as good as you could be with the life you were given, baby,” he nudges her nose, trying himself to believe they’re not wrong for this. “I wanna help you feel good,” he says, pressing a quick but soft kiss on her lips. “Let me make you feel good. Tell me what you need,” he pleads, desperate and devoted.

She whimpers, twining her arms around his neck and parting her legs in quiet message. “I—Please…” She whispers, subtly rolling her hips against his bulge. “Please…Want it—Want it like this this time.”

His breath catches and his heart drops. In all their time together, rarely did they look at each other while they connected this way. But he’s dreamed of it, wished he could make himself breach this one last thing and stop pretending like it meant less than it really did, being with her.

So Ekko nods and pulls his soiled boxers off, making her chuckle when she notices the cum staining it and his cock.

“When did that happen and how did I not hear anything?” She giggles, already pulling him back to her.

“When you came earlier, I—”

Her laughter fades as his devotion truly sinks in. “Oh.”

For a moment, their eyes search for each other, and then Ekko grasps his cock and asks, “You ready, pretty?”

“Yes,” she nods. “Yes, please.”

Ekko took one more look at her face, fighting the urge to kiss her, and looked down to line up without risking hurting her where her brand is still tender. Once his tip is lodged inside her, drawing hushed gasps from the both of them, Ekko butterflies her legs and settles them over his shoulders so as to try and put distance between their pelvis and stomach, hoping her thighs will keep him from pressing too deeply against her burn.

But the angle is that much sweeter, deeper, and it makes Jinx sob as she wraps tightly around his throbbing member. He lets her adjust though he has to grit his teeth and strain not to thrust already, and when she seems more relaxed, he gives his first shallow grind that makes her shudder and clench.

“Baby,” he chuckles, leaning his forehead over hers, “You’ve gotta relax for me or I’m gonna blow in ten seconds tops.”

“T–Trying,” she heaves out. “I’m–sensitive, ‘Ko. Think it’s the—the brand…I don’t know.”

He hadn’t thought about that, but it excites him even more. To think that he had overwhelmed her body this much, that she felt so…so good even from the pain. 

No one fit him so well.

“Then we’ll just have to make you come before I inevitably bust,” he jokes and kisses the tip of her nose, beginning to move again—languidly but expertly.

Jinx’s eyes widen as she lets out a slew of soft cries, her legs shaking where they press against his torso and shoulder, her cunt squeezing and dripping so dizzyingly. Ekko could get drunk on the sight alone.

She’s flushed, her eyes are glossy and blood-shot, starlight swirling in those pink pools he finds might as well be a testament to her resilience, and her lips are parted with all her lipstick smudged from being kissed and bitten—godly, is what she is. And even that sounds weak.

Why had they waited so long to see each other like that?

It does not take long for pleasure to coil unbearably tight in her stomach, making her sob his name, scratch his back, and mewl when her brain couldn’t even string a word together. He’s unable to resist the urge to push deeper and faster inside her, needing to make her come soon lest he blows before she does and probably inside her too, which—he’s not so opposed to, but shouldn’t. Probably.

He’d be a liar if he said he had never entertained the thought of getting his gorgeous, fleeting girl pregnant so she would stay with him for good, remember how fun it was to play house with him when they were little, and maybe even come live with him at his base.

Besides, he’s not blind. Jinx is a beautiful, bright, and brave woman. Anyone who’d be blessed to truly know her would see all of that and fall in love no doubt, even if they tried to fight it, he’s sure. Somehow, the universe had decided to set her in his path and not anyone else’s, however, and Ekko revered her in times like these. Even if it hurts after, even if he could never be sure when the last night would be before she’d change her mind and leave him again like she normally would. 

He’ll never be able to reconcile his love for her with his morals, he knows, and she probably won’t ever become a firelight even if his people gave her a chance. But right now she’s still here, branded as his, and she’s looking at him while he makes love to her for once. 

He couldn’t care about anything else if he tried.

As her cries pick up and her hips stutter while they desperately try to chase after his, Ekko feels the drive to pound her faster and harder, making the bed creak beneath them. Her pleasure crests and crests until it breaks like a rogue wave that knocks the breath out of her and winds her body over and under like a rag-doll.

Jinx comes with a sharp cry of his name, squeezing him so tightly he nearly loses all sensations, and Ekko is grateful to have the sense to pull out at the last second and grip himself over her perky tits, stroking only twice before his cum spurts out like silk ribbons over her flushed, heaving chest.

As she barely comes down from her high, drowsily blinking down at the mess they’ve made of each other, she dips a finger in the white veil on her breasts and pops it in her mouth, mindlessly humming at the taste.

Ekko groans as he looks at her, limp dick twitching while her legs slowly slide down his shoulders. When she’s done licking his cum off her finger and pops it out of her mouth, she stares up at him with a lazy, feline grin and sleepy eyes.

“Good boy,” she whispers and winks at him, slumping back and throwing an arm over her face.

…How long until a man can get hard again?

Ekko had searched high and low for her after that night at the brothel, taking all the patrols he could in hopes of finding a blur of blue turning a corner or some lively explosions that would lead him to her. But Jinx was clever, and she would only be found when she’d want to.

So, the next time he saw her on the battlefield, Ekko wavered like he had the very first time—as though seeing her in a whole new light. She fled from him, shot around herself to keep a distance, but if she was clever, Ekko was perseverant. He’d trailed her after the fight, and she had finally shown him where she hides.

For weeks after that, they’d secretly met up—sometimes to have sex, sometimes to talk and hang-out like they used to and then have sex anyway. Neither would call it what it was, but Ekko still tried to convince her to come with him every single time, to join the firelights and learn that she could make up for the deaths she caused and earn forgiveness. Jinx, in turn, had been less lethal on the battlefield.

Although she rolled her eyes at what she called his ‘sex-drunk ramblings’ when they’d lay in bed after encounters, she drew hearts around his name in her diary and pressed every single leaf into it he brought her from the Firelight Tree. 

For a while, it had worked as a secret kept between them. But then Silco had noticed she was seeing someone and reminded her of how quickly people can betray you, can get hurt or hurt you, and Jinx had convinced herself he would find a better girl or boy for him at the base anyway—if she didn’t jinx him before then.

Ekko’s own morals and guilt rose to the surface more than once too, hating to lie and betray his people just for the illusion of having Jinx for a moment cut-short just as fast by her every single time. 

And so, after one last explosive argument, everything had stopped. For…a few weeks, at most. 

When Jinx had seen him again outside the battlefield, it had been hard to remember why they had parted in the first place. And it had been torture for Ekko to stay away one minute longer. So they had collided once more, but in a spout of conscience, Ekko had stopped it from spiraling like it had before.

And Jinx?

Jinx had hated that. Which is exactly why she’s here now, taunting him with what he could have had if he could just accept that he’s just as messed up as she is—that he wants her just as much for it too.

꩜༄.°⏳✶⋆.

For all her ruthlessness and mischief, even Jinx knows she’s being cruel right now.

She can feel Ekko’s eyes burn holes from where he’s tied up on a chair, forced to watch as she rides some guy she picked up only to rile him up, and…maybe because he looks a little bit like him.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans breathily, pressing the flat of her palms against the man’s chest as she rides him fast. “Fuck, his dick is so fucking big, little man. Mmh, it’s stretching me out so good,” she taunts without even sparing him a glance over her shoulder, smiling when she can hear his muffled huffs behind her.

“Yeah, it feels good, sweetheart?” The man asks her, reaching for her face and cradling it gently before carding through her hair and pulling her head back, making her let out a startled-though-pleased gasp. “Fuck yeah,” he groans. “Knew you liked it rough, dirty girl.”

Behind them, Ekko struggles against his restraints and grunts through his gag. Jinx lets out a breathy, broken giggle at that and looks down at the man pulling her hair and fucking her roughly with a little, shit-eating grin.

“You like this pussy, big boy?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, a hand coming to smack her ass.

Jinx twitches, the sting in her ass making her flutter around the stranger’s cock whom she did not even bother to ask the name of.

“Tell me—Tell me how she feels,” she shudders, biting her bottom-lip as she undulates her hips over him.

Ekko grunts in protest through his gag behind her, but it only seems to fuel the guy fucking her to answer earnestly.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he groans, thrusting up into her harshly and making her whine. “So warm and wet too. So damn soft…I could—Could stay here forever, fuck…”

Jinx smiles at that and snaps her hips harder, pleased with the tightening grip on her ass when she does and the heaving breaths and desperate squirming behind her.

“Mmh, fuck,” she moans, the coil in her gut tightening when she can feel Ekko’s burning stare on the curve of her ass, likely glued to the hint of her hole sucking the man’s cock in greedily. “Want you all over me…Please.”

And it’s that little plea that undoes Ekko completely; a vulnerability he could’ve had but pushed away the moment her hand had slipped in his pants in the alleyway they were desperately grinding and making out in only a few hours ago. He’d only thought of her after the brothel incident, but the second he had the opportunity to take the reins and experience her embrace more consciously, he’d panicked and fled.

Now she’s fucking this other dude instead, has him tied up in her lair so he’s forced to watch as she takes from someone else what he’d hesitated to give to her, and…Damn her.

The man’s hands come on her hips to hold her as he sits up and gets them off the bed, and the small moment Ekko can see Jinx’s face as the man turns them around, she licks then bites her lip and winks at him cheekily, her eyes completely blacked out by lust—just like they had been in that alleyway when she’d first felt him getting hard against her.

Her back meets the mattress as his near-doppleganger drops her on her bed and the quickness with which she parts her legs and calls him back to her with extended arms makes Ekko burn with rage.

The man barely has the time to thrust into her, his hand on her neck as he growls filthy names and words at his Jinx before Ekko snaps his restraints in a jealousy-filled fit and tears the gag out of his mouth, spitting it into the abyss at the edge of her room.

Jinx’s toes are curling, her nails digging into the man’s shoulders and scalp as he pounds away at her; both of them blissfully unaware of his recent breakout.

Her lewd moan is cut short when Ekko hauls the man off Jinx by his shoulder, throwing him to the floor and knocking him out with his fist in a blind rage.

Jinx feels a shiver run down her spine at the sudden show of force and barely has the time to miss the fullness she felt in her cunt before Ekko pounces, his body hovering over hers.

His chest is heaving, nostrils flaring, and breaths loud and ragged through his sharp teeth as he looks down at her with unrestrained hunger.

She licks her lips, hands twining around his neck as she leans up to whisper against his jaw, “Took you long enou—Ah!” She gasps when she feels him ram his thick, angry cock into her dripping cunt after having tugged his cock out of his pants, not even bothering to pull them all the way down before fucking her.

His urgency, near-beastiality as he starts taking her with no restraint nor question, grunting into her neck while she throws her head back makes her come on the spot; her cunt clamping down on his dick so hard he nearly spills into her right then too.

“S’this what you wanted, you fucking minx?” He growls near her ear as he frantically ruts into her. “Wanted to me to snap and finally put you in your damn place?”

Jinx whines, clawing at his back with more fervor than she’d shown to that other man; the realization further fueling his ardor.

“He said you like it rough,” he whispers dangerously in her ear. “Let’s find your limit, then.”

“Wh—What?” Jinx barely has the time to react when he folds her legs and hauls them over his shoulder, forcing her to take it deeper and harder.

His cock is merciless inside her, piercing in and out of her cervix with no hesitation, and Jinx feels another orgasm building from his brutality.

This.

This is what she’s always wanted from him.

All their fights, all these years apart; she’s wanted him to pin her down and teach her a lesson, make her his, show her what she could’ve had if she’d chosen him then.

The hideout fills with the sound of skin slapping, her bed creaking, her screams and his grunts as he pounds away at her squelching, sore cunt.

“S’that what you wanted me to do in that alley, baby?” He purrs low, dragging the flat of his tongue up her sweaty neck. “Pin you down, rip your pants off and take you like a damn fleshlight?”

Jinx moans in agreement, nodding eagerly as tears cloud her vision and stream down her cheeks. Her head feels impossibly full and floaty; differently than it normally is—she thinks she loves him, maybe always has.

But she can’t say that now.

Especially not when he’s rearranging her guts like nobody’s business…doesn’t seem…appropriate, funnily enough.

Ha!

Appropriate…that’s a funny thought to have right now.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans into her neck, hips stuttering inside her from the overwhelming sensations of her tight, pulsing cunt wrapped around him. “How could you let anyone else have this? It’s mine,” he growls, snapping his hips harder. “Mine!”

“Y—Yours…” She whimpers, taking him to the hilt over and over again.

She’s pretty sure she can feel him poking in her stomach, and that makes her burn all over, coming for a second time on her former childhood best friend’s dick.

“Fuuuuuck…”

Above her, Ekko growls and leans away, towering over her as he continues to plunge his dick inside her throbbing pussy. He twist his neck to kiss the side of her calf on his shoulder, eventually mouthing at the skin there as though in a trance while he fucks her with everything he has.

“Dickhead couldn’t even make you come with you on top and I did it twice in a matter of minutes,” he preens to himself, eyes closed as he breathes in the skin of her calf. “That little pussy knew who she belongs to, mmh?” He asks, turning his head back to her, looking down at her with sheer hunger and lust.

Jinx squirms in anticipation when his hand inches towards her cunt and a lewd moan escapes her when he starts rubbing between her folds, quickly finding her clit and rolling and pinching it roughly.

“I’m gonna come in you, Pow,” he declares—not warns—and starts fucking into her faster, head thrown back as he rubs frantically between her legs. “Gonna breed you good so everyone knows you’re mine the minute their eyes land on your little round stomach, yeah?”

Gleaming, lust-hazed eyes snap up to him, pulling his gaze down for a moment. “P—Please!”

“What was that, baby?” He smirks, leaning down with his hand snaked between them and pulling at her poor, abused, little clit. “You want my cum?”

“Y—Yes!”

He snaps his hips hard into her, making her scream, then pulls all the way out. “Beg for it.”

She frantically paws at him, desperately trying to shove him back in, but he’s got her legs locked around his shoulders and she can’t…she feels too weak under him now.

She loves it.

“E—Ekko…Come on!” She sputters, scowling up at him before he delivers a rough pinch at her clit that makes her throw her head back with a howl.

“Beg. Prettier.”

Jinx’s body trembles, lips quivering and more tears gathering in her eyes as she asks breathlessly, “Please…Please shove that dick back in and come in me…”

A growl rumbles through Ekko’s chest, but before she knows it, a slap—not a smack—is delivered on her ass, making her squirm and cry out.

“You can do better than that, sweetheart,” he purrs before removing his hand from her cunt too.

The loss feels unbearable, and Jinx hates him.

She hates him.

But by Janna, she needs this. She needs this more than she hates losing so fucking obviously.

“E—Ekko,” she shudders, doing her best to still herself as she bites her lip a little, fluttering her eyelashes at him and giving him her best doe eyes—still his weakness, after all this time…Damned little man.

“Please, fuck me. Come claim me, make me yours and breed me,” she begs, slowly reaching for his neck and twining her arms around it as her desperate plea makes him melt. “I wanna feel every damn drop. Want you to fuck me so hard I forget all about him…Want you to reshape my pussy to only fit your cock and then—Oh, gods!” She gasps when he rams his cock back in her with no warning.

Ekko drops her legs from his shoulders to his elbows and slips an arm beneath her waist, awkwardly hoisting her up and pulling her chest flush to his she’s forced to sit up on his damn cock, their hips completely flush with each other.

“Look at me!” He snarls, tipping her face closer to his with other hand roughly pressing on the back of her head, their noses and lashes brushing. “Look at me when I fill that tight, little pussy, Jinx!” He bites out, lips ghosting her own before he crashes them together.

She does her best to keep her eyes on him as he fucks and kisses her, his face blurry but feverishly close.

With a few more thrusts, Jinx comes for a third time, squirting all over his stomach and cock. The sudden eruption of her pleasure tips him right over the edge, and Ekko comes with a series of brutal, deafeningly loud pounds that knock all the air out of her lungs before his grip falters and they both fall back on the bed.

His cum drips inside her as he groans and twitches inside her, and Jinx barely feels conscious anymore, lying underneath with his softening cock buried in her cunt still.

When Ekko withdraws, both of them whimper, gleaming eyes locked into each other, and he barely has the time to roll off of her before she tugs him back to her, crashing their lips together passionately.

They’ll have to deal with the fall-out later; dump that guy back out and process the brutal shift of their dynamic, the possible consequences of what they just did.

But right now, Powder wants to be his…just a little longer.

You both crawled over to your toy chests, picking out what you would both need for the night ahead. Crawling back to Cait, you both presented her with your toys. You held out your white bunny ears, fluffy tail plug, and pastel pink leather collar; Vi extended her puppy ears, black silicone tail plug, and magenta spiked collar.

“Good pets,” Cait smiled. “Put on your ears.”

You both obeyed.

She held out her hands for your collars. “Turn around.”

You and Vi turned, both holding your hair up for her. Cait put Vi’s collar on first, fastening it at the back of her neck, and then did the same for yours. Your eyes closed happily, the feel of the collar around your neck helping you drift into your subspace.

Cait pressed soft kisses to yours and Vi’s shoulders. “Now, present.”

You and Vi bent over before her, hands reaching back and spreading your cheeks. Cait smiled at your obedience, uncapping the tube of lubricant, squeezing generous amounts on both your back holes. You and Vi both moaned softly when she did, knowing what was coming.

Cait picked up your plugs, rubbing your plugs against your holes. You leaned in to Vi, kissing her gently as Cait started slowly pressing your bunny tail and Vi’s puppy tail into each of you.

“Awww, I love it when my little pets play together,” Cait smiled, easing your plugs inside.

You and Vi moaned into each other’s mouths as Cait jiggled your plugs, making sure they were securely lodged in your asses. She smiled, spanking your asses a few times each, listening to your sweet moans.

“Bunny, the loop.”

You crawled forward to a metal loop in the floor normally covered by a thick rug. Kneeling with your head down, you waited patiently.

Cait went over to Vi’s toy chest, bring back a few extra items. Kneeling behind her, she ran the tip of a small, pink dragon-dildo up and down Vi’s slit, slowly working it into her soaked pussy. Vi moaned deeply, rocking her hips back on the toy. Cait let Vi fuck herself for a few seconds, watching in amusement at how desperate she was.

“Hold it still, pup.”

Vi held the toy deep inside her, whilst Cait picked up Vi’s pink harness, slotting the pup’s favourite strap on the front. The magenta silicone canine-cock stood threateningly from the harness as Cait strapped it around Vi’s hips, the centre strap holding the toy inside her, a ribbed attachment on the inside rubbing against her clit.

Vi moaned softly as Cait secured it in place, enjoying the full feeling from the toy and the pressure against her throbbing clit.

Cait came over to you and clipped your collar to the loop in the floor with a pink metal carabiner. Checking it was secure, she ran a ringer along the inside of your collar.

“All good, bunny?” she checked in.

“Yes, Mummy,” you smiled dreamily, your mind sinking further down.

“Good girl. Pup,” she called to Vi. The pink-haired puppy crawled over to you both, waiting instructions. Cait kissed Vi, sucking on her tongue as she moaned into the Domme’s mouth.

Cait stood up, moving behind Vi, holding her hair. Leaning down, she ordered in her ear, “Fuck the bunny, pup.”

With a needy growl, Vi moved forward, kneeling behind you. Desperately angling her hips against yours, she tried to get the tip of her cock in, but kept missing your dripping hole. You both moaned sadly, you jerking your hips against hers.

Cait tutted at you both. “Pathetic, both of you.” She reached a hand between you, taking hold of Vi’s cock, placing it against your entrance. “Now, pup.”

Vi jolted her hips forward, her ribbed and bulbous cock slamming into you. You cried out as her hips hit yours, the toy all the way inside you. But she didn’t rest; placing her hands on your shoulders, she immediately started thrusting into you, frantically snapping her hips against yours. The toy inside her own cunt, the clit attachment, and the plug in her ass rubbed with every movement, driving her wild.

Cait watched Vi hump you, rolling her eyes a little. “Slow down, pup. She’s not going anywhere. Are you?” she asked mockingly, nudging the link holding your collar to the floor.

“Feels too good, Mommy,” Vi panted.

Cait stroked her hand through Vi’s hair. “I know, pup. Just don’t forget: the bunny needs to feel good too. You can’t just forget her.”

Vi shook her head. “No, no, I won’t!”

She pressed her front against yours, reaching one hand under your hips. Finding your throbbing clit, she rubbed it in quick circles. You moaned softly, circling your hips against her cock and fingers, your pussy threatening to climax already.

Cait noticed immediately. Walking around to you, she crouched by your head, stroking your hair. “Does that feel good, bunny? The pup’s cock in your hole?”

You moaned deliriously. “Yes, Mummy! It’s so good!”

She chuckled, patting your cheek. “Good bunny. Hold off a bit longer for me, and then you can cum as many times as you want, alright?”

You nodded. “Okay, Mummy, I-I will…” you gasped as Vi started to circle her hips against you.

Cait frowned, recognising Vi’s cues. “Pup, not yet.”

Vi didn’t respond, eyes closed as she humped against your hips, the toy in her cunt moving and rubbing against her soft spot with every thrust. She was so close…

Cait spoke more firmly. “Pup, slow down. Don’t cum-”

Vi cried out loudly, her hips shaking against yours as her orgasm hit.

“Pup, no! Bad girl!”

But she didn’t care. Her hips jerked against yours as her climax washed over her, her pussy clenching around the toy inside her, her juices leaking out around it as she held you tightly in her arms.

Eventually, she slowed to a stop, making you whine sadly, not having achieved your own end.

Cait stroked your hair. “Don’t worry, bunny, you’ll get your turn. But first, I need to deal with this naughty puppy.”

She stood up, fisted Vi’s hair, and pulled her up sharply. Vi whined at the pain, mewling pathetically.

“What did I tell you, pup?” she snarled in Vi’s ear.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Vi sniffled. “It just felt too good.”

“Unacceptable behaviour from you.”

Vi’s strap slipped free of you when Cait pulled her backwards by the hair, forcing her onto her back next to you. Forcing Vi’s legs apart, Cait nudged the harness’s strap over her cunt to the side, easing the toy out of her. Vi whined in protest, feeling empty without it.

“Quiet, pup,” she snapped harshly, unclipping the small attachment on the inside of the harness that rubbed against Vi’s clit, leaving her with only the dildo attached to the front.

Cait unhooked your collar from the carabiner clipping you to the loop in the floor. “Mount her again, bunny.”

You rose up, throwing a leg over Vi’s hips, and lowering yourself back onto her cock. You moaned lowly as she filled you again, going even deeper within you. You rocked your hips back and forth, settling the toy inside you.

“Ride for me, bunny,” Cait instructed. “I’ll be with you soon,” she kissed the side of your head sweetly.

Bouncing up and down on Vi’s cock, you threw your head back and moaned. Her canine-cock always felt so good inside you. Kneeling by Vi’s head, Cait crossed and tied her wrists behind her head with coarse rope, securing them to the loop in the floor. Vi whined again at not being able to touch you and the rough fibres against her skin, but Cait slapped her cheek and hushed her.

“You’re so pretty, bunny,” Cait praised, disappearing behind you. You vaguely heard her rummaging around, but were too focused on riding the toy inside you, feeling it drag in and out of your leaking pussy.

Behind you, Cait fastened her own harness around her hips, securing the straps before attaching her blue dragon-cock to the front. Vi saw her behind you, whining again at the sight of her cock, knowing she wouldn’t get it.

Cait picked up the bottle of lube, making her way back to you. She stroked your hair again. “Lie down, bunny. Mummy’s going to fill you up, too.”

You moaned, knowing what was about to happen. You lay down on Vi’s chest, your head tucked under her chin, your heart racing in excitement.

Cait knelt behind you, between Vi’s spread legs, eyeing the fluffy tail plug in your ass. “You look so beautiful, bunny,” she praised, uncapping the lube, drizzling it over her strap. “Are you looking forward to this, sweetheart?”

You nodded, wiggling your hips. “Yes, Mummy!”

She took hold of the fluffy plug, moving it around in circles for a second, before easing it out of your back hole. You groaned when she did, biting your lip.

“Do you want my cock, bunny?”

“Yes, please!”

“Hold yourself open for me,” she ordered. She smiled when you reached your hands back, holding and spreading your cheeks for her, exposing your hole. She touched the tip of her strap against you, pausing. “Ask me for it, bunny.”

“Please fuck my ass, Mummy,” you begged.

She chuckled. “Good girl.” She pressed forward, slowly inching her cock inside your ass. You moaned lowly, your eyes drifting shut as you felt the ridges of her strap slide inside you, stretching your hole as she filled you. “You’re taking me so well, bunny,” she praised, holding your hip.

She started rocking her hips back and forth, dragging the toy along your walls. You couldn’t control your moans, basking in the feeling of being so full. Vi’s cock stuffed your pussy, and Cait’s fucked your ass. You wouldn’t last long.

Vi whined under you as she watched the two of you together. She lifted her hips a little, moving her strap inside you. You cried out when she did, the two toys rubbing against each other within you.

“Good pup,” Cait nodded approvingly at Vi. “Help Mummy fuck the bunny, and you’ll be forgiven for your behaviour.”

Vi frantically started trying to earn forgiveness, rolling her hips in time with Cait’s thrusts. You moaned desperately between the two of them, your pussy leaking around Vi’s cock as they fucked you. Your orgasm was building as you pushed back on their toys, your breathing erratic, your movements sloppy.

“You can cum whenever you want to, bunny,” Cait assured stroking her hand up and down your back, watching the arch of your back as you moved. “You’re so beautiful, darling.”

Reaching a hand down, you started rubbing your throbbing clit, your eyes closing as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

“Mummy, I-I need to cum,” you begged.

“Good girl,” she squeezed your hips. “Whenever you’re ready, bunny.”

“Thank you, thank you,” you panted, rubbing faster, until your pleasure reached its peak and your orgasm crashed over you. You cried out, your hips rocking as your holes clenched around the cocks inside you. “Fuck!” You gasped and drooled on Vi’s chest, their movements pulling you straight into a second climax, your body never stopping as your pussy squirted juices over both straps.

“Oh, good girl, well done,” Cait praised, pulling you back against her, shifting the angle of the toys inside you. “I love it when you spray, bunny. If we keep going, can you try again?”

You moaned pathetically, but you knew you could. You nodded weakly, head dropping forward to your chest. Cait and Vi started moving their hips faster, fucking you harder, your hand somehow still able to rub your clit. In only a few minutes, your cunt clamped down again, and you squirted for a second time.

“Well done, sweetheart,” Cait whispered in your ear, holding you tightly to her front. “Well done.”

Your breathing started to even out, and they gradually slowed their thrusts. When you were all still together, Cait gently kissing your neck, you smiled deliriously.

“Thank you, Mummy.”

“You’re welcome, bunny.”

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“You’re welcome, pup. Now, let’s get the two of you cleaned up.”

“And then we make you cum?” you asked in a shy voice.

Cait chuckled against your ear. “Yes, sweetheart, you can both make me cum. You’ve earned it.”

Day 28

Buy me a coffee! 💜

At first, when Ekko had said he would come home to visit during True Damage’s tour break, Jinx had been excited. She hadn’t seen her best friend in nearly a year, and despite the vip passes and flight tickets he kept offering her to come down and see him on stage, she continuously turned them down because her little crush on little man had only gotten worse when he’d joined the band and gotten that irresistible makeover.

She didn’t want to blow her cover and risk ruining their friendship. 

Besides, she had taken a job to help Vi with rent, and while she loved said job, she was a little nervous to tell more about it to Ekko. They grew up frequenting Cafe Cuties and if he knew she’d ended up working there exactly like she would say at ten, he would find it adorable. And Jinx didn’t want him to view her as “adorable”; she wanted him to find her hot, cool, and mature.

More than that, she wanted him to use her like a toy, and that—well, Jinx didn’t know how to look him in the eye when she’d come all over her diary after writing such an entry last night. 

And now that she's rereading it, trying to invoke some sense of guilt so she'll behave around him and not foam at the mouth, all she feels is heat—unbearable heat.

One more orgasm before he comes might ease her nerves…right?

Like muscle memory, she drops it beside her and reaches for the box beneath her bed to pull her favorite dildo out and the bottle of fake cum that goes with it, leaving the box abandoned beside her as well.

As she fills the dildo's pump-chamber with the white, creamy lubricant, her mind drifts off to his visit. Her stomach flutters at the thought of him settling back on that very bed like he always used to do, and tell her how life on tour is really like, show her songs he's been working on.

She suddenly feels a little intimidated—quite strange when she's know him all her life, but her life seems so dull in comparison and she's not sure he'd care to hear about work gossip or her latest questionable experiment. Not when he probably has so many girls and guys fawning over him everywhere he goes, fellow artists or generally people who actually have their life together in a way she never quite could.

And she knows it's not entirely her fault, that she's been stunted by her trauma and mental issues and really did her best with the tools she had. But it hurts a little bit every time she scrolls on social media to see more rumors about some artist Ekko's been seen close with while she remains home and the closest thing she has to friends are her sister and her gnomes—not even her fucking coworkers because they, too, have fallen victim to the Ekko hysteria.

Even if she's had him on the phone every day, twice—at 11:11am and 11:11pm to grant each other a wish and check in—and that he's shown no sign of losing interest in anything she had to say, Jinx can't shake her anxiety.

What if he finds her boring in person now?

She shakes her head to reject the thought, telling herself that this is Ekko; the little man she grew up with, who showed her his first partitions before anyone else, who calls her everyday and keeps his location on at all times, who has been with her through thick and thin. Her mind is not objective, it's still ill and she needs to be more…critical of her beliefs, like Vi and her therapist have said.

Slowly, her mind zones on happier thoughts and memories, conjuring more heat through her body as she shucks her panties off and dips two fingers inside of herself. She's soaking wet and way too impatient to do a little more than push into herself once or twice before she dips them out and smears her juices over the dildo to fuck herself with instead.

His fingers would be so much bigger, reaching deeper and fucking her harder than she could—hers seem impossibly dull in the face of that.

She's already pent up, biting her lip to stifle a moan as the dildo slowly enters her to not alert her nosy sister to what she's getting up to at 7 in the morning.

It's embarrassing enough to think that she’s this horny over little man visiting like they hadn't shared a bed for years before her stupid crush made itself glaringly clear.

But it isn't like she hadn't tried to shove it down. Jinx isn't some innocent girl either; she's had her fair share of flings and hook-ups, tried her best to think of Ekko doing slightly disgusting things to get him off the pedestal her stupid crush had so evidently erected for him, but nothing worked.

The problem isn't only that he's gorgeous and has the voice of a god; Ekko is as beautiful on the inside too. No one she's even given a chance held a candle to the gentle tone he used to talk her down from her spiraling thoughts, or to his readiness to help the community, his passion for his craft and his intelligence.

She had never stood a goddamn chance, and what she's doing now is the closest thing to mercy she can bestow upon herself. Even if she'll feel guilty for it later—better that than soaking through her panties the second she sees him.

As she works the dildo in and out of her, the cool air of the room blowing on her beating clit, Jinx snakes a hand up her chest and fondles a tit. She swallows down a gasp when she applies pressure over her sensitive nipple, wondering despite herself if he'd like her breasts, if he'd touch them gently or roughly.

She'd rather the latter, dreams of him manhandling her like a little toy to use for his entertainment and pleasure. She wants him so enamored with her body that he can't help but take it, twist it, mould it after him and paint it inside-out with his cum.

Fuck.

She feels herself clenching at the thought, hard. Her breathing grows more ragged, her nipple is painfully hard as she twists and pinches it, and she so badly wishes the cock inside her now was is.

Jinx wonders how it'd feel with him throbbing inside her, whispering praises into her neck and mocking her for whining about his size—she knows he's big, not how much, but he is. No way he'd have an ego like that if he wasn't, and those fucking hands…Janna.

YIt's tempting to curse anyone who's gotten fucked by him, and she imagines it would be life-changing; being pinned down under him, kicking and flailing but being made to take it and mocked for whining but clenching all the same.

She wants him everywhere, wants him to claim every single piece of her and make it hard, make it bruise and fucking stick. She'd take it in her mouth, between her tits, in her cunt, everywhere else he'd want and then all over again, and she's pretty sure she still wouldn't be sated.

Her pace picks up then, her moans a little hard to stifle and making her have to make a fist and shove it in her mouth as her hips roll desperately, as her walls flutter around the thick toy that somehow still doesn't feel big enough.

She wants it to hurt, wants to feel him in her stomach and ache as he stretches her out better than anyone or anything ever had. Her mind wanders to how he would prefer taking her, and where—would he fuck her with his own mic too?

Gods, she wishes he would.

The coil in her gut tightens at the thought and pricks of warmth multiply across her skin, sending a thrumming ache for him, only him, and he's not there.

It's not fair.

Still, as she thrusts the dildo so fast inside herself, her wrist aching from her pace, all she can think about is that he's going to be here soon and she's gonna get to smell him again, to feel his shape next to her, wrap around her, and hear his voice undistorted by the phone.

She's going to have everything soon—everything but being his, which really is all that matters to her now. And her cunt knows it too, clenching more and more often, dripping all over the toy and her sheets. She wonders what he would say if he walked in on her now; would he mock or praise her? Maybe both?

"E-Ekko…Fuck," she moans as her hand leaves her mouth of her own accord, as though he could hear her, see her—in her haze, she doesn't care who else might.

Her trembling hand leaves her chest to move towards the dildo's pump, ready to shoot his the cum inside herself so she can come just as she imagines him to. But then there's this annoying, grating voice calling for her—Vi.

"Jiiiinx! I'm out of toilet paper," she hollers from the bathroom, and Jinx groans, nearly sobs.

For a second, she wonders if it's worth making her sister wait. Just…thrusting a little more and shooting the cum to come. But then she'd have to clean up too lest she risks dripping said cum all over the floor as she walks towards the bathroom, and—

"Jinx, seriously! Get your ass over here," Vi insists.

She sighs, her orgasm ruined and her mind definitely too annoyed now to get there anyway. Jinx pulls the dildo out, carelessly discarding it on her side of the bed, and takes a tissue from her tissue-box to wipe the excess juices off herself before tugging her pair of panties back on.

Frustrated, she pads out of her room and goes to get their kitchen paper before treading towards the bathroom, opening the door without knocking because if she doesn't get to come then Vi gets to be a little embarrassed, and tosses her the kitchen paper.

"Thanks sis," Vi chuckles, used to her sister's antics by now, and Jinx narrows her eyes before shutting the door with a huff.

 She still aches between her legs, pussy thrumming with the need for release, but one look at the clock tells her she won't have time to get back into it and clean up without it making her late for work.

So she slips back in her room with a beaten sigh and resigns herself to getting ready instead, rifling through her wardrobe for her uniform—a magenta maid dress with a low belt, apron-like corset in white and gold, the skirt fluffed up by layered petticoats.

She ties her green bow around the collar and pins a golden raccoon cuff in the middle before moving to her hair. As she sits down before her vanity to put her long, purple hair in its twisted pigtails, she can't help but blush at what she'd been thinking about earlier.

He'll be here in the flesh now, on that very bed, and…how is she gonna keep it together at all?

She swallows thickly and tries to focus on anything else—like her makeup; purple eyeshadow and lipstick. And when she's finally done, Jinx takes a deep breath and goes to the kitchen to get her pre-made egg sandwich before she goes to catch her bus.

Vi is there, though, standing with her back to her before the counter and making coffee—bleh, she'll never understand how she can drink it with only a packet of sugar and nothing else.

"I can feel you judging, you know," Vi chuckles, then glances over her shoulder at her.

"Yeah, well, if you don't wanna be judged, be less…judgeable," Jinx scrunches up her nose and shoves Vi aside with a hip-bump to pour herself some coffee in a tumbler—except that she is gonna add creamer and sugar and whipped cream and cocoa because she's not a fucking deranged person…well, not like her.

As she tries to move to grab said items, Vi stops her though.

"Did you fall in a vat of perfume or what?" She remarks, frowning in disgust.

"I know you're used to smell like sweat and booze, sis, but some people actually prefer hygiene," Jinx deadpans with an infuriating look.

Vi flicks her on the forehead. " There's hygiene and then there's intoxicating people with chemicals, brat. D'you have someone to impress?" She leans in, jostling her shoulder. "Bet that has nothing to do with little man visiting today, though?"

Jinx's eyes widen and she feels herself blushing but is unable to stop it. "N-no, what? Why would you say that, weirdo? I don't care about what he—"

"Thinks?" Vi cuts her off, brushing past her dismissively to grab a cereal box. "Mmh, sure, sis. That's why you cleaned the whole fucking apartment for the first time in weeks yesterday and now smell fucking radioactive," she quips and pops a dry cereal in her mouth, chewing with a loud crunch that makes Jinx's skin crawl—on purpose, of course.

"So a girl can't just take care of her living space and herself?" Jinx snorts. "You know, for a lesbian, you're pretty male-centered," she says and adds her extras in her coffee. "Ironic, isn't it?"

"Well, if you really don't care about little man, I should probably tell him not to get his hopes—"

Jinx's head snaps towards Vi, eyes wide. "What? Did he say something?"

"Ah-Ha!" Vi exclaims, pointing at her. "So you are interested."

Jinx gulps, roughly shutting her tumbler and grabbing her tote bag to shove her things in. "Whatever, Vi. Mind your fucking business," she grumbles and brushes past her on her way to the door.

"Oh, come on, I'm just teasing," she calls after her sister. "I swear I won't tell him."

Jinx whirls around, pointing her finger at Vi. "You better fucking not, blabber-mouth. Behave while I'm gone," and with that, she leaves without a second glance.

"Bye, I love you too!" Vi drawls after her, chuckling, and returns to her coffee.

Little man and little lady; now that's kind of long overdue.

✮၊၊||၊⋆.˚-ˋˏ ༻ ☕ ༺ ˎˊ-˚.⋆၊၊||၊✮

This is why Ekko fucking hates cars.

He's been stuck in traffic for over an hour now, his foot is numb from pressing and releasing the clutch, and his mixtape has played on loop twice.

But his label had insisted taking public transportation could prove a little sticky now that he'd gathered quite a bit of fame, and Ekko hated the idea of having someone drive him places like he was above doing it himself.

So there; he owns a fucking car now—Jinx is 100% gonna mock him for his pick too; a beetle. Yes, Ekko owns a bright pink beetle…but it was second-hand and it was either that or a t-tes—he can't even say it in his own mind, man.

He hates being stuck, though, and he can't shake the feeling that if he was in public transportation instead, he'd be home by now, could go and surprise Jinx at her job after getting Vi to spill where it is. He wonders if Jinx's scent changed—style and voice he could get through the phone, but he misses burrowing into her hair and holding her while she scrolled through shark videos.

He misses her, needs her a little more each passing second and—fuck, he's actually hard now?

That's not new but in his fucking pink beetle in the middle of traffic sure is. For a second, he entertains the idea of palming himself a little, maybe discretely stroking inside his pants. There's the risk that someone might look into his window but...maybe he could lean forward to hide what he's doing. 

No, that's just wrong. And not in this ridiculous car either.

But at least the ridiculous car in question he owns now has Carplay, and it's pretty convenient when Vi's contact pops up on the screen instead of him having to fumble for his phone and try to pick up the call without taking his eyes off the road. 

Can she telepathically know he was just about to masturbate to her little sister?

Gods, he hopes not.

"Hey, little man," she greets him immediately, a little too loud and enthusiastic for his exhausted, irritated state. "How was your flight?"

"I didn't take it, Vi. I drove. Figured it'd be the lesser of two evils."

"You own a car?!" She exclaims, surprised.

"I know," he puffs out a laugh. "Wasn't really my choice but that's being famous for you, I suppose. By the way, how've you been, V?"

"Well, about that—"

"Wait, did something happen?" He rushes out in concern.

"No, no, nothing like that," she chuckles, hoping to reassure him. "It's just…Look, work's been pretty hectic and something came up so I won't be home until late and Jinx is still on the clock for a bit, so you're gonna have to use the key under the ugly gnome."

"Vi, Jinx has brought home a gnome like every other week lately," he deadpans. "I'm gonna need a little more description."

She laughs. "Oh, don't worry little man. You'll know when you see it."

"O-Okay?"

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Working at Cafe Cuties is usually the dream, but today, it's a nightmare. News of Ekko coming back to his hometown have clearly spread, and Jinx really wishes they hadn't. Because now she's forced to listen as her coworkers fawn over him, fantasize about bumping into him and getting his number, getting their tits tattooed—all of it infuriates her.

She knows he's not hers, knows they're just friends and that he's definitely aware of his charms and using them, but it stings a little. She does her best to shove her jealousy down, busying herself with grounding coffee beans and brewing them, and really tries not to let her ears drone on the giggles and fantasies her coworkers keep sharing about her little man. 

It's not too far from her lunch break anyway, the place is busy, and she loves it here—she has to focus on that, somehow.

"Heard he's got a thing for brunettes too, I've totally got my chance," one of them says. "In fact, I'll dm him right now. I'm a ride he won't survive," she giggles along other coworkers, and Jinx feels herself tense, feels her hand shake.

It takes her a second too long to realize she's spilled an incredible amount of scalding coffee on her hand, and when she does; she screams. Just because she can, just because it'll give them something else to talk about.

Even so, for once, she's more than glad to be sent home early. A burn to stop hearing those horrors and see crush her best friend early is a pretty fair trade, after all.

Right?

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So there he stands now, car parked in the driveway he once played hopscotch on with Jinx, and facing a garden full of gnomes which were definitely not there when he first left.

He chuckles and scans the area, trying to find the ugly gnome. Vi was right; it really isn't hard to find. There, right beside the dumpster, stands a bald gnome with one eye missing and a fucking stupid polka-dot tie poking out of it. Worse than that, it's got a radioactive green hue to it, as though dropped in a vat of acid.

What would possess her to bring that home?

With a shudder, Ekko walks toward it and lifts it to pick up the key, nearly shattering the gnome with a face only a mother could love when his hand shakes as he quickly sets the atrocity down. And then he walks towards the porch, opens the door, and delves inside the house that would always be like a second home to him. 

The first thing that hits him is the strong smell of cherries. He remembers Jinx's perfume carrying a faint scent of it, but this is much stronger than he recalled, and he's torn between fondness and nausea. Quickly making himself at home, Ekko kicks off his shoes, pours himself a glass of water, and settles down on the couch with the tv on.

It's nice, at first. Comforting and homely, familiar. But he misses her—so bad.

And Ekko's never been patient, or known boundaries when it came to her. So he obeys the itch to go to her room and take a peek inside her things. It's wrong to most people, but not to them. She's done it to him before, and this isn't his first rodeo either. Besides; what she doesn't know can't hurt her. But it can certainly make him pass the time and mend the ache in his soul while she's still missing from him, from home.

The smell inside her room is even worse, unsurprisingly. He has to pinch his nose as he slowly accomodates to the strong, cloying scent of cherries. And at first, he doesn't notice it, too busy trying not to gag and wondering where to start. But the second his eyes land on the bed and stay, he feels like he's been slapped across the face and all care for smells fade to make room for embarrassment and lust alike. 

Fuck.

Right there on the bed, there's a dildo with a pump full of...it looks like some kind of artificial cum, and a diary left open with lewd doodles and his fucking name in bold pink. 

Now, Ekko had had his fair share of wild fantasies over the years; all of which he repressed and only felt guilt over. But to think that she would fuck herself to the thought of him and write it all down? 

His cock likes that as much as his mind does, and he practically dives for the bed to read every single entry—if it's wrong, then his best friend who's touching herself to the thought of him isn't any better anyway.

He'd rather they both be bad, if this is what it looks like, though.

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Jinx stands mortified in the doorway to her room when she comes home to the sight of Ekko on her bed, reading her diary which she fucking squirted on and exorcised all her dirty thoughts about him, and lying right beside the dildo that had been inside her only a few hours ago.

Fuck.

"Oh Gods, I'm sorry, I can explain," she splutters when he meets her eyes and gives her an unreadable look before rushing towards the bed to throws the diary out of his hand. "You were never meant to see these, and I swear I've been...um...trying to get all that under control, but I completely understand if you're super weirded out and—"

In a second, he's sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her down to his lap, crashing their lips together to stop her word-vomit. Her world stops for a beat, her mind struggling to catch up with the fact that:

1. he's not mad

2. he's fucking kissing her???

His lips are soft and warm on hers, his hands big and steady at her waist and back, and Jinx feels herself melting into an incoherent, weak, little puddle on his lap. She sighs into the kiss, relieved that it's finally happened; as though her soul had longed for it since the day it breathed into her frame, full of fuzzy memories of other lives in which he'd been hers and she'd been his.

And while she processes the fact that her childhood best friend and long-time crush has read her diary, seen her toys, is kissing her now, Ekko takes the opportunity to flip her on her back and kiss from her jaw down the column of her throat as she whimpers and burns for his touch. His fingers skirt below her dress, teasing the ruffled pettycoat barely keeping her decent anymore with the momentum of her being flipped over, and she's never been so turned on before.

Today is a blessed day. Jinx is sure it should make it to the calendar, be some kind of bank holiday, a sacred date—it is to her, it should be to the world too.

She weaves her hands through his gorgeous locks, making him look up at her, and she's even more ruined for it. His pupils are blown out, his lips slick and bruised, and he's fucking smirking at her.

Gods.

She's heaving, her mind running a mile, but she needs to not jinx this too.

"E-Ekko...Fuck, wait, what are we—"

He crawls back up, brushing his lips over hers and pressing his bulge through her skirt. "What we should've done ages ago," he whispers and snakes an arm beneath her waist, rolling his hips down into hers.

She nips at his bottom-lip, pulls, and fucking giggles into his mouth as she arches and rocks back into him without hesitation. He presses her closer, squeezes her, bunches up her skirt to make her feel his need for her more evidently, and she gasps into his mouth; which he gladly drinks in.

The way they move is laced with years of unconfessed feelings and repressed desire, burning like wildfire from embers stoked too long but never tended to. She’s pawing at him, trying to either rip or tug his shirt off, and Ekko loses it.

He throws his head back with a groan of her name and once again flips them over, then sits up with her in his lap.

She cups his face, eyes searching for his for a moment, and then tries to dive in—he lets her, just a little; only because he likes the feel of her a little too much to deny himself any longer. And then he pushes her back, cutting through her confusion before that adorable pout turns into something else.

"Heard you wanted to be a little doll for me, mmh?” He purrs, skimming down her shoulder and pulling her sleeve down as he goes. “Show me how you take this off then. Entertain me.”

Jinx nearly comes on the spot, her moan betraying her and causing a furious blush to rush through her cheeks.

"E-Ekko, I—Shouldn't we...talk?" She says and chews on her lip.

"Later," he breathes, strained. "Right now, I want to see you. All of you."

She hesitates, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But when it doesn't and he eyes her with a mix of adoration and carnal desire, Jinx manages a nod and gets up on slightly wobbly legs. 

She's a little nervous—not just because she's gonna undress in front of Ekko, they've seen each other in their underwear plenty—but she really hadn't planned for anything to happen and...her choice of underwear isn't exactly the best for the occasion. 

Slowly, she strips down to her pink cheeta-print and black lace thong with a mismatched blue cotton bralette, leaving her dress on the floor. When she meets his eyes, though, what she finds is pure awe in his eyes, as though he'd seen divinity in the flesh. She'd always known she was fairly pretty, but not...like that. Not the way he's looking at her now.

Why is he looking at her like that?

His hands reach for her thighs, slowly dragging up her hips and waist before he pulls her closer and breathes her in, kisses her stomach, makes her utterly weak in the knees and sends another flood of arousal soaking through her panties.

"So fucking beautiful," he marvels into her skin. "Can't believe you just walk around looking like...that."

A tremor rolls through her as he runs his hand over the underside of her bra and he notices, finally leaning back on his elbows with a smirk, legs spread.

"Why don't you turn around for me, sweet thing?" He demands, licking his lips and eyeing her up unabashedly. "Come on. Be a doll and show me what I'm working with here."

Her breath hitches and she presses her thighs together, the coil in her gut tightening at his smug demeanor alone. But she nods and executes herself—because Janna, she wants him so bad she thinks she might die if she fumbles this now. He's exactly how she fantasized, maybe even better.

She's not gonna hold up long at this rate, but by the Gods, he sure can push her a little, make her take it.

As she turns around, slowly, making a show of it, she can feel his eyes rake up her back, then her ass. His breath is heavier, the tension between them burns and crackles, and then a slap lands on her ass, making her jolt and gasp in surprise.

He chuckles, pulling her ass to his face by the hips and burying his face right over her panties.

“Funny squeaky sounds my girl makes," he remarks, then bites on her ass hard enough to bruise, right under the lace of her thong.

She squeaks this time and he groans, immediately spinning her around.

"You don’t just look like a toy, you fucking sound like one,” he growls and roughly hauls her on his lap.

Oh, Gods.

Did she just—

"Did you fucking come untouched, bunny?" He puffs out a disbelieving laugh, and she nods, a little embarrassed, and burrows into his neck to hide said embarrassment .

His hands come to settle on her ass, roughly kneading and lightly spanking it as he rolls his hips up into her, groaning in pleasure.

"You're really gonna ruin anyone else for me, are you, baby?"

She nods more eagerly this time, digging her nails into his back, and he chuckles, immediately pulling her thong to the side and gathering her arousal on his fingers. He feels her entrance twitch, feels just how soaked she is, and it makes him groan again; this time much lower, hungrier.

She's already ruined, maybe more than he says she's ruined him.

“Ekko…" She shudders and sluggishly leans back to look at him, trailing a finger down his beautiful, kissable lips. "When did you become so—”

“Bold?” He finishes for her, slipping a finger inside her heat which makes her moan right in his face. “I’d say this little thing over here,” he picks up her diary from and sways it in her face, “might have done a number on my restraint with you.”

“R-restraint?” She chokes out as he pumps his finger in and out of her and rolls his hips, pushing his bulge into her aching core.

He adds a second finger, growling when it makes her clench and cry softly before his face.

“You have—no idea—how long I’ve wanted to fuck the shit out of you, sugarplum,” he rasps out and starts to practically bounce her in his lap with eager desire for her.

“B-but you—you—Mmh—you didn’t—you went with—Fuck—with these other—girls and guys…not me. Never me,” she pants out, feeling so overwhelmed with how large and strong his fingers are inside her, how easily he’s unraveling her like he’s known her intimately before.

“Aw, did you want to be my only little toy, baby?” He coos a little mockingly, just to see that pout he loves so much.

She nods, a little sulky, but breaks into a slew of mewls when he adds a third finger and finds that sweet spot that makes her see stars.

“Tell me, pretty,” he purrs and leans to plant kisses across her neck. “You gave this tight little cocksleeve to other people too, right?”

Her breath hitches and he knows she did—they’ve always shared their milestones, like their firsts—but he wants to goad her a little, wants to make her squirm and blush and falter.

”Y-yes,” she mumbles, fluttering around his fingers.

“Fucking hypocrite,” he chuffs and rolls her hips down on his bulge, hard. “You’re a greedy little thing. So selfish. So needy…”

She nods, rocking harder against him.

“Fuck, you should’ve told me, sweetheart,” he groans, torn between wanting to pin her down and ram inside her or make her sob on his lap just like this. “You should’ve told me how you wanted your little man to use you like a toy. Janna knows I will now, baby.”

She whines, clenching around his fingers. “I want—I want it. So bad. Please.”

He quickens his pace, pressing her closer as he whispers in her ear, “Tell me your filthiest fantasies, my lovely, needy girl. Tell me what you couldn’t dare write in that little diary, yeah?”

”I-I—Mmh—I want you to—Fuck, Ekko!” She sobs when he adds a fourth finger, stretching her out almost painfully—just like she’d wanted this morning. “I want you to—take me any-time—anywhere—without asking. Just—just pull me in corner and…Fuck, I—I want you to use me like—like a stress-relief.”

Her admission makes his pants tighten painfully, makes him buck up into her so hard she cries out his name beautifully.

“Continue, babydoll,” he growls, hammering his fingers inside her sopping cunt. “Go on, tell me.”

“Mmh—I want—I want—Fuck—Want you to finish inside my pussy—always,” she croaks out, so strung-out she fears the intensity of her next orgasm. “I wanna—wanna be your—your cum-bucket,” she admits, rocking into his hand with fervor. “I want—baby—I need to keep you in me. Wanna feel—you leak into my panties and—rub it over when—when I touch my-myself.”

That makes him nearly come in his pants and his pace grows merciless, the room filling with their pants and grunts and moans as he unravels her in seconds, making her squirt all over his shirt and pants, all over his pruned, soaked fingers.

The realization that she came this hard, with no warning, makes him ache to ruin her even more, to see how far he can push.

But Janna; she looks so pathetic and needy, and he lives to make her squirm, make her blush. He needs to tease like he needs to breathe when it comes to her.

"Are you telling me I drove and waited hours for you to come home and you came that fast just from my fingers?” He puffs out in a laugh, withdrawing his fingers with a wet smack. “How pathetic."

“E-Ekko…I—I need you,” she whines, pupils blown and cheeks a bright pink that makes him want to sink his teeth and turn them a pretty purple just like her hair. “Want you to call me names, to use me, to fuck me, and—”

"Toys don't made demands," he growls and spanks her, making her whimper.

Then he whirls her around, sitting her on his lap with her back to his front, and the way her ass presses against his bulge makes him want to explore other parts of her…but later.

He leans to breathe in her neck, then nips her earlobe. “But you’re lucky I feel like using you a little more, mmh?” 

She shudders, weakly nodding, and when her eyes open, she finds her reflection in her vanity—so filthy, indescent, beautiful.

He’s going to ruin her for anyone and though she’s not sure where they’ll stand after this, she doesn’t think anyone else, even with the thought of him, will ever feel pleasurable anymore now that she’s known him this way.

The second she sees him pick up her dildo, however, she can’t help a whine. And really, he doesn’t waste a second before he slides her panties further to the side, parts her folds, and pushes the tip of the toy inside her.

She holds her breath, bracing for the pace he’s going to choose, and cries out when he sadistically shoves it all the way in.

“I just want to see how it works, alright?” He coos mockingly, pulling on her nipple through her bra. “Stop being such a whore for me, pretty,” he pulls the toy almost all the way out, “Or don’t, I don’t care,” he chuckles and slams it in.

She sobs as he sets a brutal pace right away, blinking in and out of bliss to meet her reflection being utterly split open by her own toy in his big, claiming hand. She feels owned, used, and filthy.

It’s everything she’s dreamed of and more.

“You know you make such an adorable fleshlight,” he shakily breathes out, meeting her gaze in the mirror. "Had I known you were gonna take it like a good little bitch I would have brought you home a collar instead."

She whimpers, rocking into his hand, into the toy, chasing after an orgasm, and he slaps her tits, roughly fondles it, and slaps it again as he sucks bruises and licks all over her neck.

“Such a cute little snare you are,” he chuckles. “Fucking adorable in that little outfit, so damn beautiful and sweet, almost innocent, and then—Fuck. Just look at you,” he marvels, groping her chest so tightly it makes her cry.

“Gotta fill up this slutty little pussy, baby. Don’t fucking move,” he groans and leaves her chest to reach for the pump and squeeze, squirting out the fake cum inside her and keeping his gaze locked in the reflection of her cunt as white gathers around the hole.

Jinx comes loudly the second it floods her insides, biting her lip so hard she draws blood, and burning the sight of her ruined hole while she’s sitting on his lap in her mind.

“Someone’s got a breeding kink,” he teases, slapping her sopping cunt and making her cry out in oversensitivity. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you the real deal later, pretty,” he winks at her in the mirror and continues to thrust the toy in her overwhelmed, leaking cunt.

“Ekko—Ekko, it’s too—too much,” she whines, hips twitching. “I c-can’t—“

He spanks her pussy and she breaks into a sob.

“If I wanted to hear you talk back, I would’ve just called and not drove all the way home, you whiny brat,” he growls and shoves the toy out of her cunt, making her gaping hole clench around nothing. “For once, can you show me how good you can be with your mouth."

He turns her around and shoves her on her knees and nods towards the box beside her bed with ‘Little Man’ written on it.

“Show me your favorite toy in there,” he commands.

She gapes at him but eventually executes herself, having to take out the shirt she’d kept from him that she’d sometimes wear when she’d touch herself.

“Such a cute little thief too,” he chuckles. “But you can keep it, bunny. In fact, why don’t you put it on right now, mmh?”

She bites her lip, and nods, tugging it over her sensitive, bruising body.

“Such a perfect sex doll for me,” he groans, freeing his cock from his pants and languidly stroking himself.

She gasps at his size, blinking fast with awe and anxiety marred in her traits.

“How the fuck am I gonna take you,” she mumbles to herself, but hears it and chuckles, patting her on the head.

“You’ll do just fine. But I’m gonna try that mouth first, remember?” She whimpers and presses her thighs together at that. “Now be a doll and get your toy like I told you.”

She swallows thickly but nods and reaches for her rabbit wand. It’s green, his favorite color. And that doesn’t get lost on him at all.

Their eyes remain locked on each other as he strokes a little faster and she gathers her slick to smear over the toy.

When she parts her legs to slip it in, laying the outer branch over her clit and turns on the vibration before dropping the remote beside him, she lurches forward and rests her on his thigh, a few inches away from his angry, leaking cock.

He draws a hand to her cheek and tenderly strokes it. “There’s a good little slut,” he praises, then grasps her pigtails and pulls her roughly to his cock, shoving it between her lips before she can even brace for it.

She chokes on his length as it hits the back of her throat, leaving her no time to adjust to the weight and girth of him in her mouth, and he chuckles.

Jinx scowls up at him, mumbling some insult with his length muffling most of it, and he pulls hard on her hair, bobbing her back then down.

"Sorry, it's a little hard to hear you with my dick in your mouth,” he mockingly drawls, reaching for the remote beside him which makes her eyes go wide. “Did you want me to turn the vibrator up more for you?"

She doesn’t know, torn between shaking her head no or nodding, but he decides for her—like he would a toy—and it drives her crazier than the amped up vibrations.

Her cunt throbs, too numb yet too needy, and she moans around his length, engulfing him not just in warmth but also in need—in pure surrender.

He relishes in the sound of her moans and spluttering as he fucks her throat, bobbing her head with his grip on her hair, and he can barely withstand her stare.

So much for dominating her like she’d wanted.

"Come on, be a good cocksleeve and hollow those cheeks for me," he demands, and she executes herself with a groan that reverberates through his length.

When she comes around her toy for the first time, moaning loudly, Ekko yanks her forward, and buries her face in his lap; making her gag and tear up before he lets go and repeats the motion—too close himself now. 

But she takes it all so eagerly, bucking into her own toy, not ever pushing on his thighs when she gags, and taking deep breaths each time he frees her swollen lips.

"Fuck—M’gonna come in your fucking mouth," he groans when she swirls her tongue around the head and takes him all the way in on her own, gazing up at him with unbridled lust. “Gonna use you like the little cum-dump you so clearly wanna be, dollie.”

She whines around his cock, close to coming again on her toy at the words alone, and he wants her to get there with him; wants her to associate orgasms with his pleasure, like a good fucking toy.

He amps up the vibrations, counts to four, and she comes loudly around his cock. His hips stutter and he grunts, bucking all the way into her throat.

A guttural groan leaves him as he comes in her mouth. For a moment, he keeps her there, barely breathing as her nose presses into his stomach, and then he releases her; completely ruined. 

He’s panting, but somehow still half-hard, and she shudders at the sight.

Ekko reaches a hand towards her face and swipes cum off her lips, makes her suck it off his thumb, then slaps her cheek with two light taps.

She stares up at him with drowsy, teary blues; her face flushed and sleepy, but sated too. His heart flutters in his chest then, and he needs to hold her close.

He taps his thigh and commands, "Come here, doll.”

She whimpers, trying to get up on wobbly knees but falling right back down not a second later, too tired and overwhelmed to hold herself up.

The sight makes him puff out a fond laugh and he hooks his arms beneath her shoulders to haul her up, plopping her in his lap. She slumps into him immediately, letting her head loll on his shoulder as he gently strokes her hair.

"You're so pretty, baby," he coos in her ear, placing a soft kiss on her temple. "Gods, the things you make me wanna do to you. I'd love to bring you on tour with me, slip into corners to fuck you anytime I want while you scream in the palm of my hand and let me use you like a damn masturbation tool to let off some steam before and after shows," he confesses, grasping her wrist and leading her practically limp hand to wrap around his half-hard cock, curling her fingers around it himself.

"Fuck, you make such a good doll for me, bunny," he groans when she weakly squeezes his dick on her own. "I'm gonna use this pretty little pussy the second I get hard again, you know? Need to test my new little fleshlight and break it in a little before I pack it up with me on tour," he skims up her waist, relishing in the whimper that leaves her bruised lips.

"You gonna spread those pretty legs and be a good little cocksleeve for the rest of the night now, will you?" He coos and tilts her head to make her look at him.

She bites her lip, pupils completely blown-out as she debates between her exhaustion and her desire—the latter winning when she weakly nods.

"Gods, it's no wonder they don't make dolls like you," he marvels and scoops her up to lay her down on the bed and settle between her legs as she instinctively parts them for him, revealing her glistening cunt to his rabid, darkened eyes; still full with the turned-off toy he gets to take out himself.

He wastes no time then, rubbing his cock through her folds to coat it in her fluids and lining up for her entrance while his other hand reverently cups her face, his thumb brushing over her jaw.

"If they did," he breathes and pushes the first inch in, punching a gasp out of her as she surges forward to clutch his shoulder, "everyone would fight over them and raise chaos just for one—" another inch, a grunt met with her whimper and the digging of her nails, "second inside it."

And then he pushes all the way in, making her cry out and setting an urgent pace without wasting a second—because she's his doll, and dolls take without complaint.

None of them toyed with you; you were a married woman, to be respected. Your husband – the eldest son of a warrior family, loyal to yours for generations – sat beside your father at the head table.

At the head table, your father sat shoulder to shoulder with the Noxian General whose forces had assisted in your victory against your enemies. It would have been a very close call without their aid; as such, the visiting Noxians were treated as guests of honour.

The General – a woman – had more authority and command than any man you’d known. The giant of a woman looked like she’d been carved from rock by the gods themselves, her long crimson cloak pooling around the legs of her chair. She spoke with a leader’s confidence, voice rolling low enough to make even the hardest warriors fall silent when she spoke.

When the last of the toasts and the drums took up a headier tune, General Ambessa leaned toward your father, eyes still fixed across the room.

“Your enemies lie broken,” she said, a smile like the edge of a blade. “A fine victory for both our peoples. In Noxus, a victory calls for a gift.”

Your father nodded easily, already signalling to the platter of jewels and iron tokens that lay between them. “Name it, General, and it’s yours. Your forces won the victory today!”

Her gaze drifted, slow and deliberate, until it fell on you. Across the hall, you were mid-pour for a group of Noxian warriors. You were oblivious to your father’s and Ambessa’s conversation, making pleasantries with the visiting soldiers. You spoke a little Noxian, and they spoke some of your language; it was a combined effort, but you were muddling through conversations with everyone.

“I would have an evening with your daughter,” Ambessa said, every word smooth as tempered steel.

A heavy pause settled over the three of them. Your husband’s fists clenched; your father's heart stopped.

Shoulders tightening, your father answered, voice trying to sound hard, but even he wavered under Ambessa’s hard eyes, “She is a married woman.”

Her smile turned sly, but not cruel. “Her husband can join us, then; it matters not to me.”

On your father’s other side, your husband’s hands clenched furiously. “You insult us all by even suggesting such a thing,” he snarled.

“Arthur,” your father cut across firmly, carefully. “You are insulting our guests,” he said, even through gritted teeth. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “We have gold, livestock, jewels, pelts… What else can we offer, General?”

She shook her head, taking a tin out of her pocket, placing it on the table in front of her. Opening it, she started lining up dried herbs onto thin pieces of paper – unlike anything your town had ever seen – rolling them between her fingers, surprisingly delicately.

“Noxus has no need for jewels or gold.”

“Pelts-?”

“We have pelts. And livestock.”

Your father clenched his hand around his cup. “Minerals? Precious stones?”

She shook her head again, licking the edge of a piece of paper, rolling the unusual tube of herbs closed. “Noxian territory is vast; our land already contains a great variety of stones.”

“If it’s women your men want-” he started to offer, even as he loathed the idea of asking his people to do such a thing.

“Not my men. Me.”

She continued to seal tubes of herbs until she had a small collection, putting them all back in the tin.

“Make your decision, Chief: an evening with your daughter – her husband too, if he insists – or insult your strongest allies… Whilst my men are inside your halls, and your people are half-drunk out of their skulls.”

Your father’s and husband’s faces fell at the threat. They glanced around the room, noting the positions of the Noxian warriors. Scattered around the room, always in groups. Swords still on their hips. Barely drinking from their cups.

“You planned this,” Arthur accused quietly.

“Not planned,” Ambessa denied. “Noxian soldiers are always prepared. Battles can occur at any given moment.” She looked to your father. “Well, Chief? What is your choice?”

Your father clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and downed the rest of his drink. Looking over to you, he crooked two fingers. “Daughter. Come.”

You looked up from your conversation with the Noxian soldiers, excusing yourself politely. When you got closer to the head table, you smiled at your father, filling all of their cups. “Yes, Father?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “The General has a request. A gift, for their aid in the battle today.”

You looked at Ambessa, nodding understandingly. “Of course. What can we-?”

“An evening with you.”

You paused, looking back at your father, unsure if you heard correctly. “Pardon?”

“The General’s request,” he spat the word tensely, voice pitched low but carrying, “Is to spend the night with you… A gesture of gratitude for the victory we share.” His gaze pinned you, a silent weight that had bent warriors and kin alike.

Ambessa watched in stillness, the faintest lift to one brow, gloating.

Your husband shifted beside your father, jaw tight, but he said nothing.

Your father went on, softer now, more political. “Our people would be grateful, Daughter, if you accepted.”

Your eyes slid to Ambessa’s, meeting her hard and arrogant stare. You understood; a threat had been issued. Your shaking hands gently put the jug of mead down, hands clasping together in front of you. “If it protects our alliance with Noxus,” you said, voice quiet but steady, “Then I will gladly spend the evening with the General.”

Ambessa’s expression softened by the barest degree, respect filling her eyes at your willingness to sacrifice yourself for your people.

“Good,” the General said, rising to her full height. She nodded her head to your husband. “Are you joining us?”

He stood. “To ensure my Wife’s safety.”

Ambessa just chuckled, reaching a hand out and clasping it heavily on his shoulder. He tried to hide his grimace at her strength. Looking down at you, she smirked. “Lead on, little one.”

The walk to yours and your husband’s private chambers felt longer than any road you had ever travelled. Torchlight licked the stone walls, each step echoing with tension. Ambessa kept her grip on your husband’s shoulder, silent but present.

Inside, the room glowed in the orange wash of the hearth and some lanterns around the room. Ambessa closed the door with deliberate calm and turned to you both, eyes gleaming like banked embers as she watched Arthur rub his hand on your arm soothingly.

“Sit there,” she commanded him, picking up a chair and placing it down.

He hesitated, but you nodded at him. Clearly unhappy, he sat in the chair, hands gripping his knees tightly.

Ambessa circled you slowly, examining you from all angles. “You are a beauty, little one.”

You clenched your hands together. “Thank you, General.”

“Your Husband said he wants to ensure your safety; I will do that for you now.” Stopping in front of you, she tipped your chin up, forcing you to look her in the eye. “I will not harm you. I seek only pleasure and surrender.”

You could tell from her eyes that she was telling the truth, and you relaxed somewhat. You nodded.

She stepped away, removing her cloak, throwing it onto the stool of your vanity table. “How long have you been married?”

“Six moons,” you shifted anxiously, looking back at him.

“Newlyweds,” she smirked, unbuckling her bracers. “Are you pleased in your marriage?”

“Arthur’s family is-”

She shook her head firmly. “That is not what I am asking. I am asking if you are pleased, by him.”

You looked back at him. “He is a kind man, a good Husband.”

She rolled her eyes a little. “I see I must spell it out. Does your Husband please you in bed? Is he attentive with his affections? Do you weep his name in ecstasy each night?”

You blushed furiously. “General!”

Your husband shot up from the chair. “That is a private matter between-”

She just chuckled, taking out the tin from her inner pocket. “That sounds remarkably like a ‘no’.”

“Women do not experience the same pleasure as men,” Arthur explained certainly.

Ambessa paused, looking back at him in a clearly unimpressed way. “You truly believe that?” She shook her head as she laughed. “Sit back down, and I will prove you wrong.”

He lifted his chin in anger. “What are you going to do to my Wife?”

“Prove how utterly wrong and incompetent you are.”

“You-!”

He charged at Ambessa, but in a quick flash of movement, she had him pinned in the chair with one muscled arm, her large hand around his throat, her other hand still holding the small tin.

She looked over her shoulder at you as you shifted nervously. “Get me something to tie him with, little one, before I am forced to choke him out.”

You floundered, looking between her hard look and your husband in the chair as he struggled against her grip. His face was slowly turning red, his legs kicking out against her thighs and hips, but she didn’t even react to his attempts to remove her.

“I will not put up with his attacks for much longer, little one,” she warned, her grip tightening just a fraction.

You broke out of your daze and started looking around the room. You pulled the sashes off some of your robes, grabbing some scarves on your way back to her. You held them out, but she shook her head.

“Do it. Tie him. Tightly,” she said firmly.

You obeyed, eyes stinging with scared tears as you first tied his hands to the arms of the chair, and then his legs. He didn’t struggle against you, not wanting to hurt you, but his fierce eyes gave away his fury.

“Around his body as well.”

You tied two scarves together, passing them twice around his chest, securing it around the back of the chair.

Satisfied, Ambessa released his throat, watching him as he gasped for breath, having been on the verge of passing out. She tapped his cheeks a few times, forcing his body to focus.

“There you are,” she said with a mocking cheerfulness. “Now, watch as real work is done.”

She straightened up, looking back at you as you trembled in the middle of the room. “Get us a candle, little one,” she instructed, opening the tin.

You got a fresh candle for the holder by your bed, lighting it from a lantern. You came over nervously, lifting the holder between you.

She smirked down at you, placing one of the tubes of herbs between her lips. Bending down, her eyes on yours, she touched the tip of the paper to the candleflame, inhaling. Tipping her head back, she blew out a plume of smoke.

“What is that?” you asked curiously, even as your heart raced in fear, still on edge from the altercation.

“Noxian herbs. Put the candle down, and try it.”

You did as she commanded, standing back in front of her. She placed the tip of the roll between your lips.

“Inhale, slowly.”

You obeyed, but then coughed, spluttering at the odd sensation.

She nudged your head back up, holding your jaw firmly but tenderly. “Again.” She didn’t let go of you as you inhaled again, taking the roll back so you could exhale smoke, then made you do it again.

Your head quickly spun, wobbling against her. “What… Is that?” you slurred.

She chuckled, taking her own drag, blowing the smoke gently in your face. Even that made you dizzy again. “How much mead have you had tonight, little one?”

“Just one,” you mumbled, holding onto her arms.

Ambessa nodded. “Sit on the bed, I do not want you to fall over.”

You stumbled back to the bed with her help, sitting down less-than gracefully.

She handed you the roll as she knelt in front of you. “Keep going.”

You inhaled again, your head rushing every time. Ambessa eased off your shoes, lifting your dress over your legs. Running her hands up your legs, she placed kisses along your calf.

“Do you ever do this?” she asked your husband as you moaned softly. “Take your time with her? Or do you just fuck her the second your cock gets hard?”

“What we do in the marital bed is none of your business!” he snapped, trying to fight against his bindings, but you had tied them too tightly.

She just chuckled. “That answers my question.” She stood up over you, taking the roll back. “Dress off, little one.”

Your head spun too much to blush. It took you longer than normal, but you were able to loosen the laces on your dress and pull it over your head, leaving you in your chemise.

With a smile and shake of her head, she said, “That too.”

You frowned a little. “But I don’t normally take it off?”

Ambessa looked at Arthur, who just averted his eyes. Looking back at you as she smoked, she said, “Well, I want you to take it off for me. I want to see you.”

She had to help you when the under-dress got caught going over your head. She just laughed at your inebriation, throwing the dress in Arthur’s direction with a proud smirk.

Standing over you, she looked down at your naked body. Your beautiful breasts, your stomach, and down to the neat patch of hair on your pelvis. You kept it closely trimmed, ‘as a lady should’, you were always told.

“Beautiful,” she complimented, finishing the roll with a final inhale, tossing the useless butt onto the stone floor.

“What are you going to do now?” you asked timidly.

She smirked down at you, walking back to the door. Opening it just enough to pop her head out, she spoke to a Noxian soldier standing guard outside. They must have followed on behind, unnoticed by you as you’d led the way earlier. She closed the door again, returning to you.

“What was that? What did you say to him?” Arthur demanded.

“Just asked for some of my belongings. As for what I am going to do now…” she knelt at the side of the bed, pulling you closer to her by your hips, “I shall sample my host’s offerings.”

In a move you would never have predicted, Ambessa pressed her tongue to your slit. You gasped at the sensation, never having felt anything like it. Your fists clenched the sheets atop your bed as she ran her tongue up and down your pussy, gently letting you get used to her touch.

“Gods… This is…” you mumbled, falling back on the bed.

“You have never had this before, no?” she asked confidently, holding your hips.

“No,” you gasped. “Oh, this is…”

“Not natural!” Arthur cried. “Procreation does not happen with the mouth!”

“…Wonderful,” you finished your thought with a dreamy smile, not paying him any attention.

Ambessa smirked proudly against you, moving her tongue up to your clit, delighting how you gasped and jumped when she flicked the bud. She stroked it slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you the first time. You moaned loudly, rolling your hips against her head.

“Gods, this is so good,” you panted, your hands moving from the bedsheets to her head.

“Well done, little one,” she praised against you. “Just enjoy. Feel everything I do to you.”

You nodded, dazed, eyes closing as you rocked your hips against her mouth. She let you set the pace – for now – enjoying being the first one to provide you with such feelings. Your pussy leaked on her tongue as she slid inside you, your guttural groan delighting her ears.

“Gods… Something… Something is happening,” you panted.

“You are approaching a climax,” Ambessa explained gently, sucking your clit into her mouth.

You cried out at the overload of sensations, your legs trembling, and then… Something snapped inside you. A dam broke and a flood of pleasure overwhelmed you, bucking your hips against her face. She held you down tightly, never stopping her attentions, licking up every drop you spilled on her chin as you cried and wailed with pleasure.

Arthur watched in confusion as you writhed on the bed, making unearthly sounds from your throat. “What… What is she doing? What have you done to her?!”

Ambessa slowed her mouth until you calmed and settled on the bed, gently pulling her mouth away. Looking at him, your juices still on her chin, she smirked. “That is the pleasure you believe women to be incapable of receiving. And that is only the beginning.”

There was a knock on the door, and Ambessa walked back over to it, wiping her chin. The Noxian solider silently handed her a satchel, and she closed the door again.

“For later,” she explained to you both with an easy grin, putting the satchel down. “For now, though,” heading over to your bedside table, she took another roll out of the tin, lighting it from the candle there with a long inhale, “I am not finished with you here.”

She leant over you, placing the roll between your lips as she knelt back down. Pushing your legs apart, she rubbed your clit with her thumb, watching in satisfaction as you lay back on the bed and smoked, the most blissed-out you’d ever been in your life.

You moaned debauchedly as your hips rolled lazily against her thumb, Ambessa just watching you move for a minute, your pussy already starting to leak again. With a smug smirk, she slid her tongue inside you as deep as she could, earning a filthy moan from you.

“Gods, that feels amazing!” you gushed, your free hand fisting the bedsheets.

Ambessa taunted lightly, “Are you glad I asked for you now?”

“Yes!” you groaned as she replaced her tongue with a thick finger.

“Y/N!” Arthur cried out in offence.

She shushed him. “Perhaps if you had focused more on your poor Wife, she would not be falling apart so easily for a foreign warlord,” she mocked, adding a second finger to your pussy.

Your head dropped back, your hips bucking as she started moving her fingers in and out of you, sending shockwaves through your pussy. You started to quiver around her digits already, making her smile.

“So soon, little one? I have only just begun here,” she jolted her fingers inside you faster and harder, making you reach another end in only a few seconds. She watched as your hole poured juices around her fingers, a small puddle starting to form under your hips.

“You are so responsive, child,” she praised, easing her fingers out of you. She reached up to your mouth, taking the roll with one hand, slipping her two soaked digits into your mouth instead. “Taste yourself, little one. That is what true pleasure does to you.”

You moaned around her fingers, licking and sucking your juices off her skin, your head spinning as you did.

“This is…” Arthur shook his head, “Filth!”

Ambessa just rolled her eyes as she smoked, letting you suck her fingers. After a few seconds, she slipped them past your lips, standing up. Keeping the roll between her lips, she removed her armour, unbuckling and placing the pieces down next to her mysterious bag.

You lifted your head, watching her as she crossed the room back to you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, mouth hanging open. “You’re beautiful…” you breathed, eyes wide in awe as you took in her muscled body. Her bountiful breasts, her strong arms and stomach, the curve of her hips, the hair over her centre.

She smoked above you, her mouth curling smugly. “Thank you, little one. More so than your husband?”

“Y/N, don’t answer-”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes!” you replied honestly, your mind addled, inhibitions gone.

She laughed at your drug-induced candidness and your husband’s offence. “You are surely ruining your marriage, child,” she chuckled, leaning down to slowly and sensually blow smoke in your face.

Arthur snapped, “You’re doing that for her with whatever you’re giving her! Y/N is never this… Wild!”

Ambessa shrugged. “Your Wife is a passionate woman; you just never bothered to awaken that side of her.”

“Can I touch you?” you pleaded, reaching a hand out.

She smirked down at you, glancing at your husband. “Has she ever asked you that?”

“You witch!” he sneered.

She chuckled again. “Come here, little one.” She climbed onto the bed, lying down the middle, resting luxuriously back against the headboard and pillows. “Touch as you would like, child. You will not break anything.”

You rolled onto your side, crawling up the bed with some difficulty. She helped you climb on top of her hips and lean forward. You rested one hand by her head, another holding her cheek, as you pressed your lips to hers. You both moaned into each other’s mouths, tasting the herbs on your tongues. She guided you through kissing properly, her own large hand tangling in your hair at the back of your head.

She tugged lightly and you moaned, your eyes rolling back as she pulled your mouth off hers. She let you kiss down to her chest, your hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight. You kissed all over her skin, earning a soft groan. You wrapped your lips around her pebbled nipple, both of you moaning again.

“Very good, little one,” she praised.

You switched sides, pulling the bud into your mouth, sucking deeply. Your hands kept rolling and lightly squeezing the flesh of her breasts, enjoying their soft weight.

“Has he ever paid you attention like this?” she asked, loud enough for him to hear.

You shook your head, gently jostling her breast in your mouth. She groaned when you did, her pussy getting wetter the more you laved her breasts.

You popped your mouth off her skin, panting for breath. “Can I move down?”

She smiled, giving you a puff on the roll. “Whatever you would like, child.”

With an excited grin, you moved down her body, kissing her muscles as you went. When you got closer to her hips, she spread her legs for you, letting you settle between them. Only inches away from her centre, you leant in, taking a curious lick up her slit. Her taste was strong, but not unpleasant, and you licked again.

She rested her hand on the back of your head as you slowly explored her, moving your tongue up and down her folds, circling her clit, dipping inside her. You were clearly inexperienced, but you made up for it with enthusiasm and willingness to learn. Whenever she shifted her hips or offered words of correction, you renewed your efforts with vigour.

“You learn quickly, little one,” she praised, rolling her hips as you sucked her clit.

You slurped on her cunt as she held your head against her, smoking the last of the second roll, putting out the end on the candleholder next to your bed.

“Faster and harder, child; I need release,” she panted, rocking against you.

You eagerly obeyed, holding her hips and moaning against her as she moved her hips against your mouth. Her breaths started to come faster, her movements more desperate, until she held you tightly against her clit, moaning her release as her juices coated your chin. You groaned happily against her, not stopping sucking her bud until she pulled your head away.

Keeping her hold on your hair, she dragged you back up her body, kissing you deeply. Her juices mixed on your tongues as you wrapped around her tightly, afraid you would fall if you let go.

She pulled away, licking your chin clean. Looking into your dazed eyes, she patted your cheek gently. “How do you feel, little one?”

You just giggled dizzily.

She chuckled back at you. “Maybe some more later. For now, though…” She moved you off her body, getting off the bed and going to the satchel the solider gave her. Reaching inside, she smirked at you as she pulled out a wooden phallus attached to leather straps.

Arthur spoke up when he saw it, eyes widening in alarm. “What is that?”

“This,” she said proudly, starting to buckle the straps around her waist and thighs, “Is going to give your little Wife more pleasure than you could ever dream of.”

You perked up in excitement, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. You watched as she finished adjusting the straps, heading over to you on the bed. Your eyes drifted to the phallus secured to her pelvis; sleek but with small ridges, and polished so finely that it reflected the flames in the hearth. It was bigger than your husband, and you briefly wondered if it would fit.

“Does this frighten you, little one?” she asked.

But you shook your head, already rolling onto your back, spreading your legs for her. She chuckled wickedly at your eagerness, stepping between your legs, pushing them back to your chest. You gasped in surprise; normally you just lay flat for Arthur whilst he held himself above you.

Ambessa ducked her head down briefly, spitting onto your hole. Aiming the tip of the phallus against you, she ran it in circles around your hole.

You moaned desperately, nodding up at her.

She smiled. “Are you ready for my cock, child?”

You nodded again, and she filled you. Slowly, she pressed inside your pussy, making your head drop back onto the bed.

“Gods…” you breathed.

“How does that feel?”

“Big,” you panted. “So big!”

“Bigger than him?” she asked, nodding her head over her shoulder towards Arthur.

“Yes!” you cried as she sunk all the way inside, your hole stretching around her.

She started moving her hips, sliding her cock in and out of your hole. She pushed the backs of your thighs towards your chest, opening you up for her. As she started fucking you faster, your hands grasped her wrists as she held you down, your breath coming in moans and gasps.

Ambessa called over her shoulder, “Has she ever made those sounds for you, boy?”

“You bitch!” he snarled, trying to escape his bindings again.

She chuckled down at you. “I assume that means no?”

You shook your head. “Never… Never felt this good,” you moaned.

She smirked proudly, pistoning inside you faster, her hips smacking against your ass.

She fucked you hard and fast until you began moaning louder, your hands tightening around her wrists.

“Are you close, little one? Do you feel it building again?”

You nodded frantically, moaning long and low as her cock kept plundering inside you.

“Cum for me, then. Cum on my cock, and show your husband what your pleasure looks like.”

You groaned loudly, your eyes rolling back as your pussy clamped down on her cock, your orgasm rolling through you. Your hips bucked as much as they could under Ambessa’s hold, your pussy leaking juices around the strap as you shook. She didn’t stop thrusting until your body collapsed back onto the bed, your grips on her wrists loosening.

“We are not done here, little one,” she smirked, sliding out of you and repositioning you on the bed.

She fucked you for hours, in countless positions, never breaking a sweat thanks to her warlord stamina.

After you’d come three times on her strap, she tossed more logs onto the fire, and lit a third roll from her tin. She sat up against the pillows, you bracing your hands on her shoulders as you bounced up and down on her cock, her holding the roll between your lips, alternating puffs with you.

After that orgasm, she put you on your hands and knees facing Arthur, making him watch as she brought you to another end. She asked you if he ever felt this good, if he ever made you feel this way, if he ever lasted as long, and much more. Every time you answered honestly, your mind too addled by the herbs and pleasure to care that he was furious.

When you were clearly too exhausted to carry on, she removed the strap from herself, put it around your hips, and fucked herself on you as you lay prone on the bed, watching in arousal as she brought herself to her end on the strap she’d spent all night fucking you with.

She tucked the two of you under the covers, holding you to her tightly as she lay back and closed her eyes.

Arthur spluttered across the room. “Are you really going to sleep in our bed? With me still tied here?!”

She shushed him harshly, stroking her large hand up and down your back. “My men could always drag the chair outside, and you wait in the corridor until morn?”

He quieted unhappily, watching with angry disgust as the two of you slept a fitful night’s sleep in your marital bed, whilst he sat, forgotten.

You were roused by Ambessa moving out of the bed, rolling onto your back as you groaned lightly at your fatigue. You heard her getting dressed, turning your head to look.

Her scarred back to you, she pulled up her trousers, casting a glance at you over her shoulder.

“Good morning, little one.”

You couldn’t help but blush. “Good morning, General.”

She laughed softly, pulling her tunic over her head. “We were on first name terms last night.”

“Perhaps my errant Wife has finally remembered her manners,” Arthur sneered.

You jumped a little, having completely forgotten he was there. Still tied to the chair in your robe sashes and scarves, he was glaring daggers at the two of you.

“What happens now?” you asked Ambessa timidly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“That depends on you, child,” she said, sitting on the bed and pulling her boots on.

“Me?” you queried. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” when she finished with her boots, she turned to look at you intently, “You can stay here, live whatever miserable life the men of this village allow. Never again feel what I showed you last night.”

You didn’t like the sound of that. You could no longer pretend that you were happy in your marriage to Arthur. He might even publicly forsake you after this night, declaring your marriage void. As the Chief’s daughter, you would be humiliated. Your reputation might never recover.

“...Or?”

“Or...” she trailed a hand across your cheek, “You can come back to Noxus, with me.”

Your husband spluttered from across the room. “You’re not stealing my Wife!”

“I can steal your widow, if you prefer? It makes no difference to me,” she threatened. Turning back to you, she cupped your cheek. “Well, little one? What do you choose?”

You didn’t even need to think.

You smiled at her. “You. Take me away from here. Make me yours.”

She smiled back. “Forever.”

Day 27

Buy me a coffee! 💜

“Food smells amazing,” Jayce complimented, stepping in after Mel and Viktor. The three of them took off their coats, heading into the living room. Jayce helped Viktor down onto the couch, leaning his crutch against the wall.

Mel glanced over to the corner of the room. “How is it?”

Vi looked at you as you knelt silently in the corner facing the wall, with a smirk. “Good, really good. You wanna take a spin after dinner?”

The three of them looked between themselves, before smiling.

“That sounds great,” Jayce laughed lightly from nervous excitement.

Cait came into the room shortly after, greeting the three of them warmly, announcing that dinner was ready. They all headed into the dining room, leaving you alone in the living room. You listened as they all ate the delicious-smelling food, your own stomach starting to rumble softly.

“Fuck!” Vi suddenly cried. “We haven’t fed the doll.”

Cait also cursed lowly under her breath. “I’m sorry,” she apologised to the other throuple. “We’re still figuring this type of play out,” she explained quietly as Vi called you into the room.

You crawled into the room, stopping to kneel between their chairs. They let you shift onto your butt on a cushion, giving your joints a break, as they alternated feeding you bites off their plates.

When dinner was done, you all headed back into the living room, a fire burning low in the fireplace, soft music playing in the background as the five of them chatted about their lives.

You knelt on hands and knees in front of Vi, her feet propped up on your back whilst she sipped a beer. Cait curled up under her arm, sipping her wine, occasionally resting her foot next to Vi’s, before curling back in.

An hour or so passed, all of them gently plied with alcohol, before Vi made a suggestion.

“So, do you want to fuck the doll now?” she winked, gesturing to you with a tip of her beer bottle.

They all chuckled lightly.

“Really?” Jayce asked.

Cait nodded. “Go ahead. Call it an anniversary present.”

The throuple looked between each other for a second, and then all nodded, wide smiles on their faces.

Vi nudged your butt with her foot. “Go on.”

You crawled across the room and knelt obediently in front of the three of them on the sofa, head bowed low in respect.

“What can we do?” Mel asked, sitting up a little straighter.

Cait shrugged with a smile. “Whatever you want.”

After the three of them undressed, Jayce lay on his back on the floor, pulling you over his hips in a reverse cowgirl position. Rubbing the head of his cock up and down your dripping slit, he slid inside you, groaning as he felt your pussy envelop him.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” he breathed. “Viktor, come here,” he urged softly.

Mel put down cushions either side of Jayce’s hips, to support Viktor’s knees as he knelt over Jayce’s hips, behind you. She handed Viktor a bottle of lube, pressing down between your shoulder-blades until you rested down on your elbows.

Slicking his cock in his hand, Viktor lined up with your ass, pressing inside slowly. You couldn’t help but groan at the stretch when he did, but otherwise remained silent.

Jayce began moving under you, arms over Viktor’s hips as he held yours, moving your hips up and down, helping you rock back and forth on his and Viktor’s cocks. Viktor held onto you for stability, allowing Jayce to do most of the work, head dropping back as he felt your tight ass slide on his cock.

You had to work to stay silent, basking in the feel of your holes being so full. You hadn’t gotten a look at their cocks before they started fucking you – having obediently kept your head down – but you could tell they were both well-endowed. Jayce was thick inside you, stretching your pussy around him; whereas Viktor was longer, filling your ass.

Mel lay down in front of you, knees bent and spread wide for you. With a hand on the back of your head, she pulled you down to her pussy. You immediately latched onto her clit, sucking gently as she moaned.

“Not too fast,” she schooled. “I want to enjoy this.”

You obediently slowed down, switching between sucking her clit and running your tongue up and down her slit.

“It does eat pussy well, doesn’t it?” Cait asked from the other couch, Vi starting to kiss and suck at her neck.

Mel nodded, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples. “Excellent tongue control.”

You slid your tongue inside her dripping pussy, properly tasting her juices. She ground down on your face, rocking her hips against you.

Behind you, Jayce slicked up one of his fingers, running his fingertip around Viktor’s back hole. The thinner man moaned desperately, his grip tightening on your hips as Jayce slid his finger inside him.

“Oh, Jayce…” he breathed, his eyes closing in bliss.

“How’s the hole feel?” Jayce asked, starting to thrust his finger faster.

Viktor nodded deliriously. “So tight, so hot.”

“This is a wonderful anniversary present,” Mel chuckled to Cait and Vi, holding your hair out of your face.

Jayce grunted under you as he fucked up into you. “Yeah, thanks, guys!”

“No problem,” Vi breathed, Cait now scissoring against her pussy on the couch.

Your blue-haired owner panted as she rocked. “You’re welcome over any time, you know? You can borrow it whenever you’d like!”

“Yeah, we’d love to see you guys more,” Vi agreed.

Mel gasped as you rolled your tongue over her clit, sucking it into your mouth. “We’ll have to take you up on that offer,” she nodded, rolling her hips against your mouth. “Can it give a strap?”

Cait nodded. “We’re still working on its stamina, but it’s got excellent rhythm.”

Mel moaned as you slid your tongue into her leaking hole. “I’ll definitely have to give that a go soon.”

Viktor came first, filling your ass with his cum as Jayce added a second finger in his ass. The bigger man started pounding up into your pussy with fervour, chasing his own orgasm. Viktor pulled out of you, shifting off Jayce, watching the scene with sleepy eyes.

Jayce came inside you next, his thrusts turning punishing as he climaxed with a loud groan, holding your hips down against him. He rocked you back and forth a little, dragging out his pleasure until he became too sensitive. Keeping his cock inside you, he sat up, watching as you ate Mel’s pussy.

She was on the verge of cumming, too. Her hands in your hair held your head to her dripping pussy, your chin and cheeks sticky with her juices. You sucked and slurped on her clit and hole, unable to keep in your moans. Jayce started pulling your hips back on his still-hard cock, spanking your cheeks in time to the movement.

You felt your own orgasm building inside you, but knew you couldn’t cum until you were given permission, so you kept focusing on Mel’s pussy.

As if sensing your need from across the room, Cait called out, on the edge of her own orgasm as she rocked her clit against Vi’s, “Has it made you cum yet, Mel?”

She panted, shaking her head. “Almost!”

“Doll,” your owner called, “You can cum, but only when the three of them are done with you. You can all keep going as long as you want.”

“Do you have any wipes?” Viktor asked, his cock starting to harden again.

Vi panted, pointing her hand to the end table next to the other couch. “In there.”

Viktor cleaned his cock off, then started stroking as he watched Jayce shift onto his knees, fucking into your pussy again.

The slaps filled the room as his hips crashed into yours, your moans vibrating against Mel’s clit. She finally dropped her head back and spilled onto your tongue with a cry, her pussy leaking into your mouth. You licked her through it, swallowing down all she had to offer until her hips dropped back to the floor, her chest heaving.

By the time the night was over, all five of them had fucked you in countless ways, with you only being allowed to cum after they all agreed they were spent. Lying in the middle of the room, all of them watching, you rubbed your clit until you whined pathetically and squirted your release.

When you came to, Cait nudged your hip with her foot. “Go make us all tea, then clean yourself up and go to bed. We’ll see you later, doll.”

Day 26

Buy me a coffee! 💜

You raised an eyebrow at her teasing. “I know that, Mommy,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m just wondering what you’re going to do with these?” you gestured to the shiny pink latex leotard, remote control vibrator she had used on your first solo date to the art museum, and butt plug.

“Well, this isn’t my colour,” Vi teased, poking the leotard.

You smiled back. “So, it’s for me?”

“We thought you might like it?” Cait suggested, holding it up to show you. It had a zipper all the way up the back, but also a zip between the legs, presumably for the wearer to use the bathroom?

“It is pretty,” you agreed. “Will it fit? It looks tight.”

“Latex is always tight,” Cait explained. “It’ll be a bit of work to get on-”

“Really fuckin’ awkward, is what she means,” Vi teased.

“But we’ll help you.”

You grinned back. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

You undressed and they started to help you into the garment. Stepping into it was the only easy part. Cait rubbed baby powder across your skin whilst Vi used her strength to pull the latex up your torso. You got your arms through the shoulder straps, and Vi zipped up the back.

Somehow it felt even tighter than before.

You complained as such.

“Are you uncomfortable, baby?” Cait asked in concern.

You shifted your arms and hips, trying to adjust to the fit. “It’s just tight. I’ll get used to it.”

“Good girl,” Vi kissed your temple. “Now bend over the bed.”

You giggled nervously. “What? Why?”

“You know why,” she insisted, her hand in your hair as she urged you down onto your front over the end of the bed.

Cait carefully unzipped between your legs, running her finger up your slit. “Oh, you’re already wet. You must be excited for tonight.”

“It’s for you two,” you breathed, watching Vi pick up the vibrator and some lube.

“Of course it is,” Cait praised. “You’re our best girl,” she cooed.

Her slickened fingers slid inside you, rubbing the lube around your walls. Not that she needed to; you were already dripping, your juices starting to coat the tops of your thighs. Vi’s thumb collected some of your juices, sucking her digit clean.

Cait eased the vibrator inside you gently, letting you adjust to the full feeling. “Well done.”

“But we’re not done yet,” Vi chuckled, picking up the plug.

You moaned when you felt Cait hold the bottom of the leotard – and your cheeks – open, exposing your back hole to Vi. Your face blushed red, and you buried your face in the covers.

“Oh, are you shy now, baby?” Vi mocked, squirting some lube onto your hole. “After all we’ve done – all the times we’ve licked, and fingered, and fucked this little ass, you’re still shy if we see it?”

“Yes!” you pouted, your voice muffled by the covers.

They both laughed at you. Vi ran the tip of the plug through the lube, coating the toy thoroughly, before gently pressing it against your ring. You groaned lightly as it started to ease inside, Cait’s hands holding your cheeks apart. Vi slid the plug in and out, turning it in circles, making you gasp.

“Fuck, Daddy!” you groaned.

“This okay, baby?”

You moaned, nodding your head. “Feels so good.”

She pushed the plug all the way in, the flared base resting against your rim. She spanked your ass happily, helping Cait close the zip, sealing you into the leotard.

“Up you come, darling,” Cait said softly, helping you straighten up.

You moaned against when the toys shifted inside you, rubbing against each other through your walls. “Oh, this feels good…” you whined.

“Do you want to know the fun part, sweetheart?” Vi asked, holding your chin.

You opened your eyes to look at her. “What, Daddy?”

“We’re not going to fuck you until we’re home later.”

Your eyes widened. “What!”

“Strap in, baby, it’s going to be a long night.”

Day 25

Buy me a coffee! 💜