#arcane grayson

✶ SEVIKA 

your first thought is that the room is too warm.

your second is that your arms…just won’t move.

your wrists are pulled tight above your head, soft rope biting into your skin, and it takes your sleepy brain a second to register that you’re not dreaming — you’re tied to your own bed, blankets shoved down by your knees. and then something hot drags up your inner thigh.

you jerk up gasping, eyes snapping open.

sevika’s sitting between your legs like it’s the most casual thing in the world — leaning back on one arm, her metal one, heated enough that steam drifts into the winter air. she’s watching you with that slow satisfied smile, like a lion who finally got you to stop running.

“mornin,” she rumbles, and her voice is too calm for what she’s doing. “you nap too long, sweetheart. i get bored.”

you try to move but the ropes don’t budge.

“sevika? i—”

“shhh.” she drags her warm arm up again, even slower, stopping an inch from your pussy. “you’ll wake up properly in about a minute.”

your entire body shivers. the warmth from the metal is intense — not burning, just enough to make your nerves spark. and she knows exactly what she’s doing. her eyes dip to watch your thighs tremble.

“look at you. pretty little thing, tied up and already shaking for me.”

you suck in a breath, chest rising, nipples hard from the cold air and from how blatantly she’s staring at them.

“hm,” she hums. “not festive enough.”

and then she reaches to the nightstand. you don’t even see what she grabs until she’s flicking the cap open with her thumb.

whipped cream.

you choke on air, “what are you—”

but she’s already leaning over your chest, her breath brushing your skin.

“hold still, doll”

the cold cream hits your left nipple and you gasp, arching instinctively. she does the other one too, slow spirals like she’s decorating a cupcake.

when she’s done, she sits back on her heels, chest rising a little faster now. her eyes darken as she takes you in.

“there,” she murmurs. “christmas spirit.”

you’re panting, half from the cold, half from her voice. “you’re insane.”

“maybe,” she agrees easily. “open your mouth.”

your brain doesn’t even have time to process before her thumb is pushing past your lips — thick, firm, pressing your tongue down. you groan, eyes going wide as she leans forward again, watching your mouth wrap around her thumb like it was made for it.

“good girl.” the praise hits you like a slap as your hips twitch against the ropes.

“see?” she murmurs, pulling her thumb out slowly, wet and glistening. “now you’re awake.”

before you can speak, her warm metal arm slides all the way up between your legs. up your cunt, not touching, just close enough that the heat makes slick gather instantly. your breath stutters.

“there it is…” she whispers. “fuck, you respond so fast.”

you whine and sevika smirks like she’s been waiting for that exact sound. then she grabs your hips with her hand, yanks you down the bed a few inches like you weigh nothing, and lowers her head to your chest.

“i should clean this up.”

your heart stops. and then her mouth closes around your nipple. warm tongue swirling through the whipped cream, sucking hard enough that you cry out. her other arm stays between your thighs, radiating heat, keeping you spread open and helpless.

you’re already shaking, ropes tightening as you try to arch.

she finishes one nipple and moves to the other, slower, licking a long stripe before sucking it into her mouth. her hand slides up your stomach, her thumb rubbing lazy circles just under your breast.

you’re panting like you ran here, “ooh, sevvv!”

she raises her head, lips shiny, pupils blown. “you taste better than the fucking cream. damn sweet mama.”

your brain melts. her hand trails down, across your belly, right to your soaked underwear and she presses her fingers down, hard enough to make your breath catch.

“messy already?” she teases. “you must’ve been dreamin about me.”

her fingers slide your panties aside and she finally touches you. two thick fingers dragging through your slit, spreading slick everywhere.

you choke on a sob. “oh,” she murmurs, pleased. “there are the tears.”

“don’t worry,” she says, voice low, soothing. “you’ll be cryin harder soon.”

she lines her fingers up and pushes in. slow, deep and unforgiving.

your back arches so violently that the ropes creak. she fucks you with her fingers — curling them at the perfect angle, pumping slow and deep until your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

“christ,” she breathes, staring at how your pussy clings to her fingers. “y’taking me so good today.”

you’re babbling at this point. nonsensical, needy sounds. and sevika’s smirking, eyes glued to your cunt.

“you want more? or are you gonna cry f’me first?”

you already know the answer. cause your are tears spilling over your temples, and when she sees it, something in her changes, her breath gets unsteady, her jaw clenches, she moves closer like she wants to swallow every sound you make.

“fuck, sweetheart… c’mere.”

she pulls out her fingers, slick and dripping, and grabs the hexstrap from beside the bed — the one she definitely planned to use all along. she doesn’t rush. she lubes it with your slick, strokes it once, and climbs between your legs.

the strap is thick as fuckk, the kind that knocks the air out of you.

she lifts your hips with one hand, lines herself up, and looks at your teary face like it’s the best gift she’s ever gotten.

“ready to scream for me?”

you’re barely able to nod before she shoves in deep, heavy, one long stroke that makes you sob out loud.

her rhythm starts slow, almost gentle, then deeper, heavier, her metal arm keeping your thigh pressed open. the sound of her hips slapping against you is obscene. you can’t breathe, can’t think, all you can do is cry and take it.

“there ya go,” she growls, voice near your ear as she leans over you. “let me hear it. let me have alll of it.”

your orgasm hits so hard your whole body locks up, ropes digging into your wrists, tears pouring down your face. and sevika fucks you through it like she’s determined to ruin you for the entire holiday season.

she doesn’t stop until you’re shaking so violently she has to hold your hips still. only then does she slow, panting, kissing your jaw softly.

she unties you gently, kisses the rope marks, pulls you into her lap like you’re something fragile.

then she grabs the plate on the nightstand with cookies and she lifts one to your lips.

“open,” she murmurs. “you earned it.”

she feeds you a cookie with the softest look you’ve ever seen on her face, thumb brushing your cheek.

“merry fucking christmas, sweetheart.” ✶ AMBESSA

you’re spread-eagle, wrists tied to opposite corners, ankles pulled wide, body displayed like the softest offering. the ropes are thick, padded and comfortable. she wanted you held open without hurting you.

and she’s already there. ambessa sits at the edge of the bed, elbow on her knee, chin resting on her fist as she watches you wake like she’s been waiting decades for this exact moment.

when your eyes meet hers, she smiles. “good morning, dear.”

your stomach flips so violently you forget how to breathe. “huh? bessa wh—?”

“shhh.” she raises one massive hand, palm open. “breathe first. then speak.”

you try. you really try. but the second your chest rises, she looks down at the way your body stretches against the ropes and her pupils darken.

she inhales like she’s trying not to devour you too fast.

“beautiful,” she murmurs, mostly to herself. “so helpless, so soft.”

your face burns hot, “did i— did i fall asleep?”

“mm,” ambessa leans forward, brushing a huge, warm hand down your thigh. “you did. i carried you here. and you clung to me the whole time,” her lips quirk. “like a kitten.”

you want to crawl into the mattress and die. instead you tug at the ropes instinctively, and the moment your hips shift, ambessa’s eyes lock onto your cunt like a predator tracking movement.

her hand tightens on your thigh.

“don’t tempt me.”

your breath stutters. “hey, i… wasn’t trying to.”

she hums, sliding her palm all the way up your thigh, over the softest part, stopping just shy of your slit.

then, she stands and the bed dips as she swings one leg over your chest and straddles you, towering above you like a goddess carved from stone. she doesn’t touch you yet, just sits her weight (that impossible, intoxicating and heavy weight ughh!! ) on your ribs, warm and grounding.

she cups your cheek in one huge hand.

“i am going to sit on your face,” she says gently, like she’s telling you it’s time for breakfast. “but not yet.”

“why not yet?” you whisper.

her thumb rubs your lower lip, “because you’re too eager.”

she drags her thumb slowly across your mouth, pressing in just enough to make your pulse jump.

“and i haven’t heard you beg.”

you swallow hard. “ambessa—”

she shifts her weight forward just slightly, enough to knock the air from your lungs.

“beg,” she murmurs. “like you mean it.”

you didn’t think you could get any wetter.

“please,” you breathe. “i want you— i want you on my face.”

“why?” her tone is maddening calm.

“because i— i want to taste you. ambessa, pleaaseeee?”

she tilts her head, pleased “better.”

she lifts herself just enough to slide forward until her thighs frame your head. her pussy hovers just over your mouth, so close you can feel the heat radiating off her.

your tongue slips out without thinking.

ambessa leans down, her breasts towering over you.

“you get nothing,” she purrs, “until you’re crying for it.”

and then she moves down your body till her face is between your legs.

her huge hands wrap around your thighs, spreading you wider even though you’re already tied open, and she drags her tongue up your slit so slowly you feel every centimeter.

your whole body convulses.

“ambessaaa!”

“shhh.” and another long, broad lick that hits your clit at the very end.

your hips try to buck but she pins them instantly, one hand flattening your pelvis to the mattress like it’s nothing.

“don’t move,” she warns softly. “you will hurt yourself.”

she sucks your clit into her mouth and damn your vision explodes.

your back arches violently but the ropes keep you trapped, helpless, trembling. ambessa moans into you — the vibration pulling a broken cry straight out of your throat.

you’re close in seconds. too close.

“ambessa, m’gonna—”

but she stops. oh how dare she.

you scream. she lifts her head slowly, calmly, your slick dripping down her chin.

“no,” she says gently. “as i had said, not yet.”

your chest heaves. tears spill over your temples.

she wipes one with her thumb, tender and reverent.

“there they are,” she whispers. “there are the tears i wanted.”

“please,” you sob. “pleaseplease let me cum, oh i’ll do anything—”

“good girl.” and then she climbs up your body again. and sits on your face.

her full weight settles over your mouth, warm and heavy, pressing your head deeper into the pillows. your tongue is already moving, desperate, needy, licking everywhere you can reach.

ambessa sighs in deep pleasure as her hands brace on the headboard, muscles flexing as she grinds down gently.

“yes,” she breathes. “yes, dear. that’s it. taste me.”

you moan into her, the vibrations making her hips twitch. “don’t stop,” she warns. “i won’t hold back if you stop.”

you don’t. you can’t. you’re drowning in her — her scent, her weight, the slick running down your chin. she rides your face slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every shift of her thighs, every ounce of control she has over you.

your own pussy throbs painfully, untouched and terribly desperate.

“oh poor little thing,” she murmurs above you. “aching already?”

and finally, finally she slides one of her huge hands down between your legs without even looking, her fingers finding your clit and stroking it in a slow, ruthless rhythm.

you make a sound that isn’t human.

“cum,” she commands quietly.

“cum for me while i’m sitting on that pretty mouth.”

oh you break. you sob into her, shaking so violently the ropes strain, tears rolling into your hair as your orgasm rips through you — loud, messy, overwhelming.

ambessa moans loudly above you, grinding down harder as she chases her own pleasure on your face.

“again!”

you whimper into her. but she doesn’t stop, not until she cums with a deep, guttural sound, thighs trembling around your head as she holds you tight against her, practically smothering you with her release.

she lifts herself only when you’re gasping for air.

and slides down, gathers you into her chest with both arms, kisses the top of your head like you’re something precious.

“good girl,” she murmurs. “you took me so well, are you feeling okay? could you handle my weight, dear?”

you nod your head while she wipes your tears gently, thumb brushing your cheek.

“breathe,”

she kisses your forehead again.

“i’m right here.” ✶ GRAYSON

the first thing you feel is the cold kiss of metal around your wrists.

handcuffs. the good ones. the ones she keeps hidden in her bedside drawer “for field use,” except everyone knows that’s not why.

your eyes flutter open.

grayson sits beside you, legs crossed neatly, hair tied back, posture perfect — but her expression is nothing like her work face.

she looks… soft, worried even.

“hey, sweetheart,” she says quietly, brushing your cheek with the backs of her fingers. “you were out cold. i didn’t want to wake you.”

your wrists pull instinctively and the cuffs clink.

she smiles a little. “but i also didn’t want you wandering off in your sleep.”

liar.

you can see the flush in her cheeks.

she hesitates just for a breath, then leans down and presses a warm kiss to your forehead, lingering like she didn’t want to leave it.

“you comfortable?”

her voice is raspy, oh yeah just the way you like it and almost shy.

you nod slowly, “mhm…”

her relief is embarrassingly visible. grayson exhales, tension melting from her shoulders. “good. we go slow tonight, okay? you tell me if something feels wrong.”

you blink up at her. “always.”

she tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing your jaw.

“take what you want, baby.”

your thighs rub together without permission.

she notices. “there she is,” grayson whispers, smiling soft and proud. “my good girl.”

she reaches to the nightstand and picks up a small glass bowl.

inside, ice cubes. tiny ones.

she holds one on her palms, watching the frost melt onto her skin.

“it’s warm in here,” she murmurs. “thought you might like to cool down.”

you swallow, heart pounding.

and she places the cube on your stomach. you gasp jerking at the cold, but she’s already pressing her other hand firmly over your ribs, grounding you instantly.

“shhh,” she soothes. “you’re alright. breathe for me.”

the ice melts slowly, trailing cold water down your skin. she watches it the way other people watch sunsets — calm, enchanted and patient.

“beautiful…”

she moves the next cube higher — across your ribs, the curve under your breast, up your sternum. slow paths of cold followed by her warm hand smoothing the water away.

then she sits back between your legs, spreading you open with the same gentle, reverent hands she always uses when she’s about to ruin you.

she takes another ice cube, smaller this time, and runs it down your inner thigh. you twitch violently.

grayson’s voice drops into something lower. “i know, baby. i know.”

the ice moves closer… closer. you’re already whining.

she presses the cube to your clit.

and whew your whole body bows off the bed with a broken cry.

grayson immediately cups your cheek with her free hand, her voice soft but steady.

“deep breaths. open your beautiful eyes, sweetie.”

you force them open.

you see her shiny gray eyes, gentle smile, that beautiful big nose, thumb brushing your face like you’re made of something she wants to worship.

she sets the melting cube aside and leans over your chest, kissing your throat, your shoulder, your collarbone, everywhere. her lips leave warm prints everywhere the ice touched.

her hand slides down, two fingers pressing against your cunt, warm now, so warm compared to the cold and stroking slowly, deliberately.

she shushes you again, soft and fond. “you’re so sensitive… was the ice too much?”

“no no, please don’t stop.”

“okay,” she breathes. “okay, baby. i won’t.”

she dips her fingers inside you.

you gasp, back arching, hands pulling uselessly against the cuffs.

“oh,” grayson sighs, eyes fluttering. “sweetheart… you’re gripping me so tight.”

her forehead touches yours as she moves, her breath warm, her rhythm intimate, unhurried.

“take what you need,” she whispers. “use me.”

she kisses your cheek. “talk to me.”

“mmh, i want your fingers… in my mouth,”

her pupils blow wide.

she pulls her fingers out of your pussy, soaked, glistening and brings them to your lips, brushing them against your mouth.

“open,” she whispers.

her fingers slip inside, pressing down on your tongue. your moan vibrates around them.

grayson groans softly, like you’re the most overwhelming thing she’s ever felt.

“tastes good huh,” she breathes. “suck.”

you do. you suck her fingers deep, moaning when she curls them slightly, pressing against your tongue in a way that makes your brain short circuit.

her free hand slides back between your legs, rubbing your clit in slow circles.

your breath breaks into short, desperate little sobs. overwhelmed, needy, ruined by how gentle she is.

she pulls her fingers from your mouth but keeps them resting on your lower lip.

“you want to cum?” she asks quietly.

you nod, trembling.

“then cum for me,” grayson says softly.

“go on, baby. make a mess.”

the orgasm hits like a wave — sharp, overwhelming, curling your toes and arching your back until you cry out loud into the cold air.

grayson is already holding you through it, one hand on your stomach, the other cupping your cheek, her lips brushing your temple.

“that’s it,” she whispers. “that’s perfect. god, you look absolutely breathtaking.” you’re shaking, breathing hard, tears drying on your cheeks.

she unlocks the cuffs slowly, kissing each wrist where the metal marked you.

then she pulls you into her arms, tucks you against her chest, and covers you both with the blanket.

your breathing evens out. her fingers stroke your spine. you hear her whisper into your hair,

“merry christmas, sweetheart. i hope i was gentle enough.” ✶ VI

you don’t even notice the ropes at first, mostly because they’re barely ropes at all. vi tried to copy what the youtube tutorial showed, but her knots are these uneven little loops that look more decorative than restraining. half of them are loose enough that a strong exhale could break them.

you wake up to the sound of her mumbling, frustrated, teeth tugging at her bottom lip as she tries to pull one knot tighter.

“shit! okay wait, hold on… no, that looks wrong.”

she notices your eyes open and instantly goes pink.

“oh hey uh. i wasn’t done,” she blurts, and she scrambles to sit back on her heels, palms on your thighs. “don’t look at the knots yet. they’re gonna get better eventually.”

you tug your wrist experimentally and the rope slides off immediately.

“babe, don’t do that!” she whines, grabbing your hand and tucking it back exactly where she wanted it. “just pretend you can’t get free, okay? i worked hard on that knot.”

you grin and giggle at her. she goes softer than snow.

vi climbs over you, not to pin you, but to practically fold herself down, forehead brushing yours. you can feel her breathing fast, like just being this close to you has her half feral.

“i’m gonna be good for you,” she whispers, voice all tiny, all shaky.

“just… lemme take care of you. please?”

and god, she means it.

her hands slide down your body in slow, careful strokes, like she’s reading you with her palms. she kisses the inside of your knee, your thigh, your hip. each one sweeter than the last, like she’s trying to apologise for every time she’s ever been too brash, too loud.

and then she’s between your legs, breath catching.

“fuck, you’re already warm,” she murmurs, like you’re something holy.

she doesn’t dive in. vi waits, eyes flicking up, pupils huge.

“can i?”

the softest voice she’s ever had.

you nod and she goes IN.

her mouth is everywhere at once messy, eager, greedy in a gentle way. she licks you like she’s starving and overwhelmed about it, whimpering into you every time your hips twitch because she just cannot handle how good it feels to make you react.

“god, you taste so— fuck—”

her voice cracks.

her hands can’t stay still. one squeezes your thigh, the other tries to hold your hip down but she’s shaking too much to actually restrain you.

“i can’t— i can’t believe i get, mmh, to do this to you,” she mumbles against your pussy, voice trembling with this almost submissive awe. “tell me what feels good. i’ll do it. anything.”

you guide her. a little to the left, slower, now suck — and she follows every instruction like it’s gospel.

her whines get wetter, needier, like the more you tell her what to do, the weaker she gets.

at one point she looks up at you, pupils blown, lips shiny, face flushed to hell.

“am i making you feel good?”

she sounds desperate.

“tell me i’m doing good,” she whispers, and your stomach flips.

the submissive edge in her voice is so sharp you feel it in your spine.

when you tug at the rope again and it slips, she rolls her eyes.

“no baby, leave it, i know it’s shitty but…”

her cheeks burn.

“just let me pretend you’re tied up for real.”

and then she’s burying her face back between your legs. she eats you out until her jaw shakes, until her nose is pressed into you, until her hands stop trying to hold you still and just cling.

when you finally cum loud, shaking, thighs squeezing around her head. vi moans so hard it sounds like she’s falling apart right with you.

she keeps licking through it.

keeps moaning.

keeps whispering, “good… good girl… fuck, you’re perfect… taste s’good!”

when she finally pulls back, her mouth is glossy, her face a mess, and she looks destroyed in the best way.

“hah, wow. did i do good? now, how would you rate my oral skills out of a 100?” ✶ CAITLYN

you wake up tasting peppermint.

something cold taps your lips, gentle but firm, nudging until you open your mouth on instinct.

a candy cane slides in slowly and you feel fingers brushing your jaw, urging you to suck.

“good morning,” caitlyn murmurs, voice like silk.

“keep your tongue on the curve. that’s right. see? you’re already behaving.”

your eyes flutter open.

she’s sitting beside you with her legs crossed neatly, blue hair perfection, expression maddeningly calm. she looks like she’s sitting for a portrait — one hand holding the candy cane to your lips, the other lightly stroking your cheek as if you’re her newest, softest indulgence.

then you notice silk ropes laid out in coils, perfectly organised on the bed. knot points pre-measured. your legs already nudged apart at the knees with a velvet pillow.

caitlyn smiles when she sees you notice.

“i thought we’d try something… more elegant tonight,” she says, selecting a length of midnight blue silk like she’s choosing jewelry.

she leans in, guiding your hand to the candy cane again.

“and keep sucking. peppermint will help you stay still.”

she wraps you slowly — not like restraint, but like decoration.

your wrists are brought above your head with silk so soft it feels like a caress.

your ankles are crossed and bound with deliberate looseness, just enough to keep you open but not enough to hurt.

every knot is perfect. every touch is intentional.

“lovely,” she murmurs as she steps back to admire her work, fingers brushing your thigh like she’s straightening a hemline. “you’re such a beautiful sight when you’re arranged properly.”

she lets you suck the candy cane while she kisses down your stomach, slow enough to make your insides flutter. every kiss is a perfect dot of pressure — one just below your ribs, one on your hip, one right above your clit that makes you whimper around the candy.

the sound makes her pause.

“did you moan with candy in your mouth?” she asks softly, teasingly. “darling, that’s adorable.”

her fingers drift lower, slipping between your folds easily, you were already wet after all. gentle at first, then deeper, slow enough to torment.

“keep sucking,” she reminds you, pushing the candy cane slightly deeper on purpose. “i want your mouth busy so you don’t babble.”

you try so hard. you really do.

but when her thumb circles your clit with that perfect, controlled pressure, the peppermint slips and you gasp around it. the candy clicks against your teeth.

caitlyn freezes.l then lifts her eyes to yours with a look so calm it’s terrifying.

“sweetheart,” she whispers, “did you drop your treat?”

you swallow. she inhales delicately, like she’s collecting patience.

“open your mouth.” she slides the candy cane back in, thumb pressing it firmly against your tongue.

“don’t make me remind you again.”

you nod as best you can, cheeks warming, thighs trembling.

she loves it. you can tell by the way her voice softens into something smug and fond all at once, “fantastic.”

then she ruins you. her fingers move with that clinical, devastating rhythm — not fast, not messy, just perfect. the kind of touch that knows your body better than you do. the kind that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll without warning.

you whimper again, choking on the peppermint, and the way caitlyn’s breathing stutters tells you she hears it, loves it, needs it.

“hold the candy,” she whispers, leaning in to lick the other side of the candy cane, “and i’ll let you cum.”

you try but your thighs are shaking, your hips lifting, your breath breaking around peppermint-sweet moans.

her fingers speed up just barely, just enough to make you lose control, and your teeth click the candy cane again. it drops, a string of saliva snaps from the candy cane.

your mouth opens in a cry, caitlyn’s hand leaves your pussy instantly. she catches the candy cane mid fall.

the silence is sinful. then she lifts your chin gently with her free hand.

“oh, darling,” she breathes, smiling even as her eyes glow with something dark and amused, “looks like we’ll need to start that part over.”

her fingers trail back down between your legs, soft and ominous.

“this time… don’t drop it.”

Grayson always held the biggest, most extravagant Christmas gathering in town. Being the sheriff, she had connections to a lot of people, and she was easily liked. I mean, she was your wife, of course you thought she was likeable.

You stand by the front door, fixing her deep, wine red tie. She looked absolutely edible in her suit, matching to the dark red gown she had brought you, along with a big diamond necklace, with matching earrings and a bracelet. She spoiled you, claiming it was 'worth spending money on'.

"You ready for this? It's a big night." You smooth down her tie, moving closer as she wraps one arm around you waist. She presses a from kiss the the crown of your head, rubbing circles into your skin. "Of course. Especially wih you on my arm darling."

You smile up at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek, leaving a red lipstick stain. "Shit I forgot I had lipstick on-" you reach up, ready to wipe it away but Grayson catches your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "Leave it. Everyone knows I'm yours."

You blush and rest your head on her chest, she tucks your hair behind your ears, eyes trailing over your face. God you were gorgeous, and she was so lucky to have you. Pulling you close, she holds you both of you reveling in love until guests start to pour into the house. ⊹˚₊‧•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

Everything was going great. Guests were mingling, the staff Grayson hired to keep on top of the snack tables and topping up everyone's drinks were working smoothly. You had both done your rounds, greeting everyone and making the general small talk, mostly Grayson talking while you stood by her side, but you didn't mind.

Until right now, you look out into the backyard, seeing her out in the snow, still in her suit playing with the kids of other families. Running around, pelting snowballs at them, the kids desperately trying to get her back. "She's real good with them, isn't she?"

Your mother appears beside you, probably trying to get away from your father. "Yeah, she is..." you smile softly, sipping your champagne and looking over to your mother, who was giving you a knowing looking. "When will you have one hm?"

You look away, back out into the yard, where Grayson was now buried below a heap of kids getting smooshed into the snow. "Soon, we've been trying but... not as much as I'd like." Your mother rubs your back lovingly, giving you a smirk, that kind of smirk where she's about to tell you something you definitely don't want to hear. "You were conceived in a grocery store babygirl. You keep trying."

Rolling your eyes you look away, downing the rest of your champagne and watching Grayson. "Thanks for the advice mom. I think." Watching her so easily deal with them, breaking up two bickering boys while holding another little girl? Yeah your ovaries were screaming at you, and your mother noticed. "I know that look in your eye, you get it when you want something."

And with that she left you alone watching Grayson.

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About 30 minutes later she came back inside, getting the kids all dried off and back to their respective parents. "Bathroom-"

You take her hand and drag her up the 3 flights of stairs, making sure you were as far away from the party as possible. "Darling there's a bathroom downstairs." She mutters but let's you drag her.

You push her into the bathroom opposite your bedroom, chest heaving with anticipation... and maybe you needed to work out a little more. "Take your suit off." You pant, already unzipping the back of your dress.

Grayson smirked, shrugging off her jacket and loosening her tie. "What's gotten you so worked up darling?" She toes off her shoes which were soaked, then starts unbuttoning her shirt. "Put a baby in me. Tonight." You shimmy out of your dress, it was long and low cut so, no undergarments.

"Oh... are you sure baby?" Her brows furrow, but only for a second, yours hands move to help her undress, taking off her pants as she finishes removing her shirt. "I'm positive. I need a mini you." You finally look up at her, scared you might see some hesitation but you don't.

"Bend over the counter, hands behind your back." Your skin prickles with anticipation, her voice a command yet still so gentle. Bending over you whimper slightly at the coolness of the counter on your hardened, sensitive nipples but you fully put your weight down. "Good girl, hands."

You put both hands behind your back, feeling her wet tie slip around your wrists, tying them together. "Gray please baby... I need you..." she shushes you, kicking your legs apart slightly, palming the globes of your ass before giving each one a light spank. "Shhh I know, I know... gonna put a baby in you don't worry darlin'"

You feel the tip of her cock run through your folds, nudging at your entrance. You whimper and push back, causing the tip to slip inside due to how much you were dripping. "Damn... baby your really worked up aren't you darling?" She doesn't punish you though, not tonight.

"Please I need you... I just wan' a baby please Gray please..." your whimper quickly turns into a moan as she bottoms out, pulling back out slowly, letting feel her drag against your inner walls before she fully sheaths herself back to the base.

Wrapping a light hand around ypur throat she pulls you up just enough to meet her eyes in the mirror. "Watch me. Eyes on me when I make love to you." You nod, keeping your eyes on her as she slowly rocks her hips, letting you feel all 8 inches of her solid length. "God baby... it's... it's so big..."

She smiles softly, her hand tightening around your throat just a little. "That why you married me baby? Because I can stuff you so fucking full?" She picks up her pace, groaning as her hips meet your ass with each thrust. You nod no the best you can with her hand around your throat. "Cause... 'cause I l-love you Gray..."

"Fuck-" She groans louder, her hand leaving your throat to hold your hips. She was done holding back, she needed to knock you up. Now. "I love you too darling. So. So. Much." Each word was matched with a deep thrust, the tip of her cock hitting your g-spot everytime.

With your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your hands balled into fists, your inner walls tighten around her cock, already close to letting go. "Grayson please... holy shit it feels so good I'm gonna-" smirking she keeps the exact same pace, pummelling into you as you finally topple over the cliff. "Fuuuuck gray- ohmygod ohmygod-"

She keeps going, holding back her own orgasm. "Good girl, get it all out... don't want you squeezing my seed out once its in there hm?" She kisses your neck, slowing down as the last remnants of your oegasm subside. "You didn't..."

"Shhh... I want your eyes on me when I do. Watch me make you the prettiest mama..." she picks up the pace, grinding into you, already so close from you squeezing her so fucking tight. With her eyes locked onto yours through the mirror, glossy and loving it tips her over the edge. "God... there we go fuck-"

She spills her seed into you, holding herself deep as her cock twitches, making sure every last drop stays inside you. "Gray... I love you..." you mumble softly as she holds you still, untying your wrists. "I know you do darling, but I love you more."

You giggle tiredly, letting Grayson pick you up and carry you to the bedroom, quickly and quietly as to not disturb the party downstairs. "You stay up here doll, nap, get a shower and rest okay? I'll tell them your not feeling too good."

You nod, snuggling up intot he sheets, your tummy warm and full. "Mmkay... my mom knows though..." you yawn, already drifting off. The champagne and 'exercise' taking its toll on you. Grayson doesn't question the statement too much. She puts on an older suit, a dry one before heading back downstairs to continue hosting, like she hadn't just attempted to breed her pretty little wife upstairs.

Ambessa Medarda, fearless warlord, known for her power and resilience. Cassandra Kirammin, Piltover’s beloved council member, known to be quite the charming and strong woman. Sheriff Grayson, one of Piltover’s best sheriffs, very known down in Zaun and Sevika, pretty well known down here as well, known to be quiet ‘the scary lady’, but also holds a good loyal to her.

It was an odd arrangement, but you didn’t really complain since you knew that it would be good money—especially if they were from Topside. Though, it did make you wonder why they would all come to you out of everyone else, maybe because you just so happened to catch their eye? Who knew?

You tried not to think much of as you got yourself ready in your little booth. Putting on your mask and applying some lipstick that matched your baby blue lingerie set—leaving nearly nothing to be hidden. Eyeing yourself a couple times and spraying some perfume on before taking a quick breath of shimmer—amping you up a little, you finally made your way to the room where you found the four woman, looking over at you with a darkened gaze as you stepped in.

“So this is the one you’ve suggested, I suppose?” Cassandra would murmured lowly as she gaze you up-and-down look, taking in your stature—feeling quite pleased with the mere sight before her. “Mhm, quite the sight, yeah?” Sevika quipped back with a proud smirk, taking a puff of her cigarillo before stumping it out on the ashtray besides her.

Grayson and Ambessa just silently observed you with a predatory gaze, thinking of all the things that’ll go down this very night. A smirk crept along Ambessa’s lip as she stood up, stalking over to you with slow, heavy footsteps of her boot till she stood in front of you; grasping your chin firmly. “I take it you can handle all of us, child?“ God you nearly felt your knees buck as her peering eyes met yours, looking down at you with a sultry gaze.

You cleared your throat briefly as you nodded, “Of course, I can assure you that I’ll make it worth your time…” You trailed off with a sultry tone, eyeing the other three as you continued. “Each and everyone of you..” The other women shared looks between themselves before nodding in agreement, sharing a nonverbal thought before looking back at you with that same gaze, “Is that right?” Grayson soon spoke up, her husky and raspy voice sending chills up your spine.

Oh this was gonna be fun.

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You found yourself seated on Ambessa’s lap while seated on the bed, back pressing against her ample chest as she bullied two fingers into your sopping cunt—earning whimpers and moans from you. For once, you felt embarrassed with how you felt exposed with the other women watching you closely—watching with that hungry glare. “Look at you…takin me all in so nicely. I bet you never did this with any other customer, have you, child? Never made you feel as good as this, hm?” All she was returned with was a whimper and a shake of your head.

She wanted a solid answer.

Her fingers slipped out of you to land a slap to your clit, making you cry out and squirm in her grasp. “I asked you a question. Do not make me ask again.” “N-no! Never felt this way…t-this good!” She hummed in approval and slipped the thick digits back into your welcoming cunt, cringing at the squelching noise.

Sevika eyes stayed stuck on yours, particularly on the way your expression was filled with bliss and ecstasy whenever Ambessa would thrust her finger repeatedly in that spongy spot that made you see stars. She and Ambessa shared a glance before Sevika made her way up to you, suddenly pulling you into a messy, rough kiss—moaning and groaning into the feverish kiss. Your fluttering eyes peered open to glance at the other, Grayson and Cassandra. The mere sight of them made you throb. Both women hands roamed over their bodies as their lips locked—sensing that they definitely had some sort of ‘fling’, but we keep that hush here.

Ambessa eyes watched the two of you share the messy kiss together, watching in pure satisfaction and pleasure as she watched your body jerked when her thumb strummed over your throbbing clit. “Quite responsive…how cute.” Sevika lips pulled from yours, panting heavily before she leaned to attack your neck with feverish bites and kisses—warning whimpers and groans from you. Your hips jerked and thighs twitched as you felt the fiery sensation burn in your stomach, “G-gonna cum…p-please..”

A small hum escaped Ambessa’s lip at your breathless pleads, practically relishing it all in. “Mm, should we let our precious cum or no?” She hummed to the others, all three exchanging glances before giving a knowing glare to her—this wouldn’t be the only you’ll time you’ll be cumming anyway, so she let you have it. Your vision blurred with spots of black and white, feeling your body lock up with a broken moan leaving you; feeling your body shudder with impact of the orgasm. It nearly left you utterly breathless.

Sevika lips finally pulled away from your neck, relishing your heaving chest and marked neck and jaw—the sight made her clit throbbed in her boxers. “Felt good, didn’t it, babydoll?” She murmured lowly, grasping your cheeks and cupping them to make your lips puff. You gave her a small nod, looking at her as if she held everything just with the palm of her hand.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s gonna get even better.”

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“That’s it…”

Ambessa drawled out with that sultry tone as you licked feverishly at her soaked pussy, holding your head in place with a firm hand as your eyes fluttered up at her—never leaving hers. “Doing so well …” The praise of her felt absolutely heavenly, along with the way Sevika thrust were deep and rough, hitting that spot repeatedly with the faux dick. Your muffled moans vibrated against Ambessa’s soaked flesh, earning low moans and grunts from her. Your eyes teared up as Sevika placed her flesh hand on the small of your lower, pressing you deeper into an arch and allowing her to hit deeper.

“Yeah, there you go….takin it so good. Justttt like that, baby.” The way her voice flowed through your ears made your eyes roll back, whining and moaning to no end. Your lips latched onto the warlord’s clit as you suckled on it with steady licks, feeling her body tense and lock up as you watched her throw her head back—seeing the way her throat bobbed and jaw clenched. Tightly grasping at her toned thighs, you double down on your efforts. Your tongue slipped inside her and slurped messily and nosily, moaning and whining as Sevika’s thrust became more rough. “Don’t you think you’re bein’ a little careless with the girl, no?” That familiar voice rasped out, Grayson, who was nearly breathlessly after the little session between her and Cassandra. Sevika shared her a glance before chuckling lowly, suddenly slapping your ass and making you jolt, but Ambessa held you in place just for her.

“Course not. She’s a big girl.” She leaned down against your ear as her flesh hand snaked between your trembling legs and rubbing your aching clit in time with her thrusts, “I know she’ll take it anyway.” A small whine slipped from you at her whispered words, feeling that fiery sensation build up quickly. Ambessa’s thighs locked around your head as her body tensed up, feeling the taste of her gush into your mouth as her own body reached its limit. You followed shortly after. Your vision blurred with spots of white and black, cumming with a muffled cry as your thighs shook and trembled. Sevika pulled out a little, just to see the white ring coat her strap perfectly. “That’s what I wanted to see..” She groaned lowly before suddenly sinking back in, making you grasp Ambessa’s thighs tighter and body to jerk before she placed a hand on your lower back to keep you steady. “No, no—you can take it.”

You shook your head with protest as she slowly thrusted in and out of you, whining and whimpering as the rigged veins rubbed your sensitive walls and hit that certain spot. “I—oh fuck—I-I can’t…” Ambessa took hold of your chin, gazing into your teary eyes with a lustful glint. She pulled you from her thighs and close to a firm, feverish kiss—muffling your whiny protest. With each thrust, the base of the strap kept hitting Sevika’s clit over and over again; earning groans and low moans from her.

“Now, now, child. You’ll take what we give you.” Ambessa chided with a low tone as she pulled away from the kiss, seeing how your eyes were barely even able to focus on her.

She couldn’t have that.

Her palm came down on your cheek, sending stinging shivers to your cheeks, making you alert once more. “There she is..” Your teary eyes gazed up at the woman like a puppy begging for permission, making her smirk at the mere sight. “Ohhh…is Sevika being too rough with you?” She murmured with a low murmur, brushing her thumb over your tear-struck cheeks and smudged the runny mascara. “M-mhm! Y-yes—oh fuck—please!” Your whines and whimper spurred the women on, feeling how Sevika thrusts became more feverish and uncoordinated; making your head swarm. “S-shit…” Was all the woman behind you could groan out before her hips stuttered as the orgasm hit her, lazily rutting against you before she slowly pulled out—admiring the mess before being interrupted.

“Isn’t it rude to hog, hm?”

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Your face was buried deep between Grayson’s thighs as she settled on your face, hungrily licking and sucking at her soaked core as Cassandra’s leg was thrown over yours, holding your leg around her waist as her clit bumped with yours in a rhythmic motion. Your head was swirling with the overwhelming sensation. Moans and groans filled the room of the three of you as the other two watched closely while openly touching themselves—it was definitely quite the sight.

Grayson fingers tugged at your hair as you held onto her thighs tightly, moaning into her cunt as she would grind against the velvety tongue, “That it…there you do, doin so—mgh—good..” Hearing the way her raspy voice filled your eyes made your clit throb against Cassandra’s clit, making her moan at the sensation. “I—oh god—think she likes it, dear…” Cassandra slender fingers trailed up and down your trembling legs, occasionally placing sweet kisses up and down the shaky muscle.

Your ears picked up the faint sounds of low moans and heavy breathing, peeking from Grayson thighs to look over and see the other women enjoying themselves—knuckles deep into their cunt, seeing how arousal coated the curly bush of hair.

The sight nearly made you cum right there and then.

Cassandra’s slender fingers slipped up to your breast, brushing over your hardened nipples with a gentle touch; making your hips jerk. “T-that’s it, lovely…just like that—ah!” Her head fell back as your husk bucked up to her, making your clits bump perfectly together in the perfect motion. A whimper erupted from your mouth at the shrill of electric shooting through your weary body.

Grayson settled further down on your mouth as you stopped briefly, “C’mon, love—there you go—shit…” A shaky breath fell from her lips as you resumed your ravenous pursuit to her clit, feeling the way her body tensed up and breathing became rigged.

Your thighs started to tremble with the way Cassandra started to roll and grind her clit over yours in a steady motion, feeling the slick run down to your ass—making a mess of the sheets once more. “Look at that. Such a dirty—f-fuck—girl, yeah?” Your ears picked up the sound of Sevika low tone, hearing the low moan that threatened to escape her mouth as you knew she was getting closer herself, along with Ambessa. Feeling the way Grayson thighs tensed around your head, you knew she wasn’t far either—nor were you or Cassandra as the pornographic noises became more louder. A low moan—nearly a shuddery breath—fell from Grayson’s mouth as her thighs locked up around your head.

And then it happened.

Hush of liquors spurred from her spasming hole as her thighs trembled alongside your head, weakly grinded against your mouth as she rode the waves of the organs out; breathing heavily as your bleary eyes looked up at her—seeing beads of sweat on her neck and forehead, the way her eyes fluttered with a daze, and how her breathing was shaky. Meanwhile, Cassandra rolled her hips with a quicker, but steady pace as she felt that hand in her stomach tighten—tighten—and tighten till she came crumbling down, letting out a soft moan that became louder as she continued to grind against you—making you whimper loudly as you suddenly felt that tingling sensation in you erupt.

Grayson slowly settled off you as you moaned and whined to no end, body convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm—leaving you feeling practically boneless. Cassandra’s face was flushed as a rose, panting heavily as her own thighs trembled, slowly moving off you before laying down beside you as the three of you panted like an overworked dog. You stared up at the ceiling with a dazed gaze as your ears ringed, slowly tuning back in as you started to slowly started to fall back in. Your eyes flickered over to the Sev and Bessa—seeing the complete between their thighs and pools of liquid dripping onto the floor.

Someone definitely gained some regulars.

hope you enjoyed bbys!!! (sorry ts took so long to publish UGHHH) <3

You just finished applying your primer, smiling at Babette through the mirror. “Hi, Babs,” you called cheerfully.

“Honey, there’s a change of plans for tonight – you’ve got a group booking, not your regular.”

Your hands stilled as they reached for your earrings. Gold and amethyst studs, gifted to you by the very client you were preparing for.

“What do you mean? It’s Friday night,” you said, as if that statement alone were self-explanatory.

“Yes…” Babette nodded.

“So, Friday night is my Sevika night,” you smiled back, putting in your first stud.

The Madame nodded again. “Yes, I know. She’s brought… Friends with her.”

Your fingers paused. “Friends?” You never asked clients about their personal lives or work, but everyone in the Undercity knew who Sevika was and what she did. Who were these friends she was bringing?

“Hmmm. And they’ve requested to see you as a group.”

“How many?” you asked, somewhat nervously.

“Four. All women,” she assured you.

Instead of reassuring you, that just confused you even more. Most of Sevika’s ‘friends’ were men, so who could she possibly be bringing?

“Who is it?”

Babette crooked her finger at you, beckoning you to follow. Slipping off your headband and tying your robe more tightly around yourself – no-one got a free look – you followed the small woman down to the ground floor, hiding yourselves away in a secret passage. Through a one-way mirror decorated with drapes and partially obscured by a standing mirror, you looked into a private waiting room.

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes cast over the women lounging just beyond. Sevika was there, a little on edge, jumpy as she slowly paced the floor. She smoked a cigarillo to try and calm herself, but you could tell she was agitated. You got the feeling bringing her ‘friends’ here wasn’t actually her idea.

The next woman you saw was Sheriff Grayson, in full uniform, her helmet resting on the sofa next to her. She was sipping a brandy whilst talking to the woman next to her.

This one surprised you: Councillor Kiramman. The Piltie sat elegantly on the couch, ankles crossed delicately beneath her long dress, long fingers holding a wine glass as she conversed with the Sheriff.

The fourth woman made you do a double take. What the fuck was the Noxian General Medarda doing in a Zaunite brothel? With the other three women, no less? The whole scenario was beyond belief.

Before you could ask Babette one of the many questions running through your head, the General turned her head towards the mirror. Despite not being able to see you, her eyes met yours, mouth curling into a knowing smirk. She lifted her own wine glass in a bizarre toast, tipping it towards you.

She knew you were watching.

You took a few steps back in shock. “What the hell is this, Babs?”

“I told you,” she said quietly – the mirror wasn’t necessarily soundproof, and there was only so much the music playing in the waiting room could do. “Sevika came in with those three, and said they all wanted you tonight.”

“What are they doing down here? How do they even know each other?”

“You know I don’t ask those questions, Y/N. You don’t either. If you want to ask them during the booking, you’re welcome to.”

You looked back into the room. Medarda had looked away, but was still smirking as she made light conversation with Grayson and Kiramman – she knew you were still there.

“How long do they want?”

“All night.”

Your head snapped to Babette in shock. “They know for groups I charge double my rate per person per hour, right? The four of them, all night…?”

“Medarda gold,” Babette shrugged. “She’s covering everything. Didn’t even blink when I told her the price.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Sevika also told them about your routine. They’re paying extra to see that, too.”

You sighed. “Babs, I haven’t done my set in… Two years?”

You hadn’t needed to, not since you’d become one of the highest earners in the brothel. Your set had always been incredibly popular – standing room only most nights – and had gotten you a regular pool of very well-paying clients. Sevika included. She’d booked you every Friday night for well over a year; a booking Babette knew not to touch.

“I told them that, too. They don’t care; they want to see it.”

You groaned lowly to yourself. You still had some body paints – edible, obviously – but could you even remember what you did, the moves you performed to the music?

“I need an answer, Y/N,” Babette said firmly. “If it’s a no, I need to see if any of the others will do it, and they’re starting to get busy.”

You took a deep breath. “I’ll get ready.”

The Madame nodded. “I’ll show them to the showers, and then Private Stage 1. Don’t be long.”

Half an hour later, you waited just off stage whilst Babette asked the women – now freshly showered and sitting in the brothel’s complimentary and freshly-laundered robes on the couches below the stage – if they were ready to begin.

Medarda made a passive-aggressive comment about having waited long enough, which Babette professionally ignored. The Madame dimmed the lights in the room, turning on the music for your old set. She exited the room, closing the door firmly behind her.

On the beat, you sashayed your way onto the stage slowly, your gold dress trailing behind you as you circled the black leather sofa on the stage. Through the eye-holes in your feathered half-mask, you could see the women perk up and begin to watch you in fascination and arousal.

The heavy beat of the club music entranced the women as you swayed your hips, running your hands up your curves, teasing them at first with glimpses of your breasts as the loose top of your dress moved.

You’d painted your body with various colours; swirls and patterns adorning your skin. Spirals on your back; stars between your thighs; sets of rings around your nipples; a trail of love-hearts down from your bellybutton to the top of your bare pussy.

As you seductively lowered the straps of your dress past your breasts, you could see their eyes open in intrigue at the shapes, their eyes drawn exactly where you wanted them to look. You smiled proudly, enjoying the rush you used to get from being on stage.

You turned your back to the four of them, easing your dress all the way down past your hips. Stepping out of it, you moved back to the couch, kneeling up on it, showing them the curve of your ass as you shook your hips to the music.

You teased them with your body, running your hands all over yourself, spreading your legs wide so they could all see your wet pussy. You heard Grayson’s voice murmur a compliment, and Kiramman mirrored it with a nod.

Sevika, sat between Grayson and Medarda, was silent and still as she watched you. You knew her well enough to know she was barely holding it together.

Medarda was surprisingly neutral. Definitely aroused, but she watched you impassively, tilting her head side to side as you performed your moves, sipping her wine.

Slowly rising from the couch, your playlist still filling the room, you made your way down the steps off the stage. You beelined for Sevika, smiling at her under your mask as you climbed onto her lap. She groaned under you, her hands immediately resting on your hips.

You ground down on her for a second, before looking to Grayson, and Kiramman on the end. With more grace than they expected, you smoothly lifted your leg from over Sevika’s lap, spun around, and planted your leg back down on the other side of Grayson.

Facing away from her, you shook your ass in her lap, delighting in her groan.

“Can I touch you?” she asked in her husky voice.

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled and nodded.

She rested her hands on your hips, breathing deeply as she watched you rise and fall in her lap, rubbing your pussy against her thigh.

Looking over your right shoulder at Kiramman, you smiled again. Reaching out a hand, you ran your hand up her thigh, trailing your fingertip up her body, before stroking her cheek softly. Her eyes were blown wide in arousal, her mouth slightly parted.

You surprised them all by leaning over and kissing her gently, just enough to tease. When you pulled back, she tried to follow. Playfully, you shook your head, lifting your leg again and spinning back into Sevika’s lap.

Facing your regular, you pulled her head into your breasts, rocking your hips against her. She moaned eagerly, her hands cupping your breasts and pressing them against her face. You looked at Grayson, slipping a hand down her robe, stroking your hand over her stomach and under her breasts as she smiled at you.

You looked on your other side, getting a closer look at Medarda. She was more interested than before, but still seemed the most relaxed, almost casual.

You had to change that.

Holding your hand out, she took it with a soft smirk, holding you steady whilst you climbed off Sevika’s lap, stepped smoothly to the side, and climbed over her. She rested her hand on your hip, still not putting her wine down, watching you with interest as you ground your hips down on her with the music, your hands resting over her robe-covered breasts. She raised an eyebrow at you, almost impressed by your boldness.

You just smiled back cheekily, rocking your hips harder.

She lifted her hand up to your mask, not touching it, but waited. You nodded, closing your eyes as she eased the mask off your head. You opened your eyes and looked back at her. Gently tossing the mask onto the floor, she nodded approvingly.

You smiled, heading back to the stage for the final song. You swayed your hips, caressed your breasts, bent over to let them see your glistening pussy, before ending on the couch with your hands between your legs.

When the last song ended, the music transitioned back into a sensual and heady rhythm, keeping the women entranced with you. You moved off the couch onto the edge of the stage, close enough for them to touch you if they wished.

“So, ladies, what did we think?” you asked coyly.

Kiramman, Grayson, and Sevika all nodded and smiled, offering compliments.

You looked to the General, who had merely sipped her wine.

“It was a little amateurish, child,” she critiqued.

You frowned. She’d asked to see it! Babette had told her you hadn’t performed it in a while, and she’s picking fault?! “I haven’t performed it in two years,” you argued back.

“That was obvious.”

You regarded her closely, leaning back on your hands, crossing your legs to hide your pussy. “You’re mean.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Mean?” she repeated, amused.

“Don’t ruin this!” Sevika hissed to her, her metal fist clenching in her lap.

“She’s ruining it for herself, not you.” You turned your head back to Ambessa, who was just looking at you in amusement. “I don’t like mean people.”

“You expect all your clients to be nice?”

You shook your head. “No, but I don’t know you; you haven’t earned the right to be mean to me.”

“My coin will be lining your pockets, girl.”

You shrugged. “I don’t care about coin. You don’t get to be mean to me until I say so,” you repeated.

She sipped her wine again, as the other three women watched the interaction with bated breaths. “You want me to be nice.”

“Yes.”

“Until you want me to be mean.”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“And how will I know when you want me to be start being mean?”

“I’ll open my legs again.”

Her eyes roved down to your hips. “I could just open your legs myself.”

“I’m sure you could.” You leant forward, surprising and amusing her by taking her wine glass out of her hand. Leaning back again, you sipped from it. “But wouldn’t it be more fun to earn it?”

“I don’t have to earn many things anymore, little one.”

“I think that’s your problem. You don’t earn enough things. Come and earn this,” you gestured down your body, “Or I’ll focus on my three other guests,” you smiled at the others flirtatiously, “And leave you to your own hands.”

Her eyebrows raised again at your impertinence, given that she was the one paying you a small fortune for the night. But she decided to play your game. She’d allow you your insolence. It was amusing.

Standing up slowly, she towered over you, but you didn’t break your eyes from hers. Placing a large warm hand on your thigh, she surprised you by rolling you onto your hip, facing the other three women. You watched in confusion and then realisation when she bent down.

Her hands parted your cheeks, and her tongue touched your back hole. You gasped aloud, not having expected her to do such a thing, to lower herself to use her mouth there. You put the wine glass down on the stage, at the risk of dropping it from shock and pleasure.

Her tongue licked over and around your hole, her large hands holding your hips in place as you moaned from deep in your throat.

“Fuck, General…” you groaned, your head dropping forward to your chest.

“Does it feel good, darling?” Kiramman asked from the couch, her chest heaving slightly.

You nodded. “So good.”

“Make her earn it though,” Sevika grunted, visibly unhappy at having to share you with someone else.

Ambessa growled against your ass, the sound sending vibrations through you. You gasped again, reaching a hand back and holding her forearm as she held your thigh.

She ate your ass for a few minutes, bringing you almost to the edge of an orgasm. When your legs started twitching, you pushed her back gently with a hand to her shoulder. Pupils blown wide, she looked at you, waiting for your next move.

Smiling at her, you rolled onto your butt, opening your legs for her.

“Oh?” she raised an eyebrow. “I’ve earned it, I see?”

You nodded as you panted. “You have.”

“So, now I’m allowed to be mean?”

You smiled. “Babette told you my limits and safewords?”

“She did.”

“Then I’m yours.”

“Very nice, child. But I finish what I start.”

With a firmer grip on your hips, she rolled you over onto your stomach, pulling you back until you were bent over the edge of the stage. She spread your legs a little, kneeling behind you. Her tongue returned to your ass, with one hand slipping between your legs and rubbing your clit.

You groaned louder, supporting yourself on your elbows, your head down low as you rode the sensations. “Fuck! Fuck!”

“Such language, sweetheart,” Grayson’s voice chastised playfully.

“She does have a mouth on her,” Sevika commented dryly; you could hear her smirk.

Kiramman and Grayson both hummed.

“I can’t wait to find out,” the Councillor said.

Your legs started to tremble as your orgasm built. “General, can I cum? Please?”

She pulled away just long enough to grant permission, then returned to your ass with fervour. You let the pleasure roll over you, and you climaxed only a few seconds later. Crying out, you threw your head back and moaned long and low, your pussy clenching on nothing as she rubbed your swollen clit.

She surprised you again by quickly moving her head down to your pussy, sliding her tongue inside and gathering your juices. Ambessa hummed happily as she tasted your offerings, squeezing your ass cheeks as she slurped you clean.

Eventually, she released you, standing up again. Leaning over your panting frame, she reached for her wine glass, taking a casual sip. Threading her fingers through your hair, she gently pulled you up into a standing position. She held the wine glass to your lips, letting you take a sip.

When you caught your breath, you looked up at her, then the other three women.

“Would you like to head upstairs now?”

You held Kiramman’s and Grayson’s hands as you led the four women upstairs to your room on the top floor. As one of the highest earners in the establishment, you had one of the best rooms – spacious, opulently decorated, the best furniture.

You opened the door, stepping aside to let them all in. After they filed in, you closed the door behind you, adjusting the lighting in the room to a soft pink tone.

“There are drinks and snacks there,” you pointed to a cabinet against a wall, “Please help yourselves at any time. There’s a bathroom just there too.”

You set your jukebox – gifted to you by a pathetic, rich man who could only get off when you held his head under water in the bath – to play gentle sensual songs, just to fill the silence.

Turning, you took in all of the women. “Before we start, does anyone have any limits, outside of what Babette has already explained to you?”

They all shook their heads as they sat around on the couches in your sitting space.

“Is this anyone’s first time, or have we all been with women before?”

They all nodded.

You smiled back. “Wonderful. Well, over here,” you crossed the room to a different cabinet, opening the drawers and doors, displaying a wide collection of sex toys and implements – dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipples clamps, paddles, whips, handcuffs, ropes, and so much more, “Is everything we can use tonight. I can use them on you; you can use them on me; you can use them on each other. Whatever you would like.”

Medarda and Grayson got up and came over to inspect your offerings. You let them look, turning your attention to the other two women on the sofa. Smiling at them, you made your way over to them, kneeling before them, one hand on one of their knees.

“Would you two like to start things off?” you asked softly.

They glanced at each other, reluctant.

You giggled softly. “I didn’t mean with each other. Though you obviously can. I meant,” you started running your fingertips up the insides of their thighs, Sevika on your left, Kiramman on your right, “Would you like to start with me?”

Sevika answered first. “Yes,” she said gruffly.

You glanced to the other woman, who nodded.

“Do you want to slip your robes off? And then I can get started,” you licked your bottom lip pointedly with a flirty smile, both women getting your point.

They quickly untied and opened their robes, discarding them to the side. You knew what Sevika’s body looked like – muscled; strong; tight muscles under dark skin – but you smiled widely at her, kissing her knee gently.

Looking over at Kiramman, you took in her form. Beautiful breasts with excited nipples; a toned stomach; creamy skin over her curvaceous hips.

“You’re gorgeous,” you complimented softly, kissing her knee next. “What can I call you?”

“Cassandra,” she breathed as your fingertips kept stroking her thigh.

You looked up at her from under your lashes. “Nice to meet you, Cassandra.”

You moved your hands to the backs of their knees, tugging gently. “Move forward a bit.”

They both complied, scooting their hips closer to the edge of the couch, their bodies now reclining slightly.

You smiled happily. Kneeling up, you slid your hands against their thighs, pushing their outer legs up and back onto the couch, opening them both up for you. Cassandra was visibly surprised; Sevika was not. She looked down at you desperately, her pupils blown wide with need.

You shifted a little closer to her, moving your right hand between Cassandra’s legs. Rubbing your thumb over her clit, you kept your eyes on Sevika’s as you lowered your mouth to her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched you lick up her slit, moaning when you slowly circled her clit with the tip of your tongue.

Cassandra watched your tongue move up and down Sevika’s pussy, her hips shifting as your fingers started mirroring your tongue’s movements, running up and down her waxed lips. Dipping briefly into her dripping hole, you started circling her clit again.

Thankfully your job had given you a lot of experience in multitasking.

Across the room, Ambessa and Grayson watched from your toy cabinet, eyeing your bare ass through your see-through dusky pink robe that did nothing to hide your body. They observed Sevika’s head drop back in pleasure as she held your head to her pussy, her hips grinding against your mouth; all the while your right hand started moving your fingers inside Cassandra’s pussy, earning softer moans from the aristocrat.

“Quite a sight,” Grayson’s voice crooned softly.

“Indeed,” Medarda agreed. “Shall we occupy ourselves until it’s our turn?”

The Sheriff was clearly surprised. “What did you have in mind, General?”

Ambessa started untying her robe. “Lie down.”

Grayson raised an eyebrow, but followed her lead. Robe tossed aside, she lay back on the soft floor, propping herself up on her elbows. The Noxian came to kneel over her hips, slotting one leg under Grayson’s.

The Sheriff gasped as Medarda pressed her trimmed pussy against her own, starting to rock her hips. Both women moaned as their clits rubbed together, Grayson moving her hands to hold the General’s strong hips.

You longed to look over your shoulder, but you kept your focus on the two women in front of you. You pulled your mouth off Sevika, making her groan in protest, and moved to Cassandra. You replaced your fingers with your mouth on her bare pussy, sliding three fingers from your left hand into Sevika’s soaked hole.

Cassandra groaned as you sucked her clit, slipping two fingers back inside her. “Gods, darling, this feels…”

“Better than your husband?” Sevika grunted, rocking her hips on your hand.

Before Cassandra could reply, offended, you jolted your hand into Sevika’s cunt, making her groan.

“Sevika, don’t be rude,” you chastised.

To Cassandra’s surprise, the Zaunite mumbled, “Sorry.”

“Good girl,” you praised, returning your mouth to Cassandra’s pussy, licking and slurping hungrily.

Medarda’s and Grayson’s moans increased from across the room, both their pleasures rising as they continued to grind against each other. Reaching down with one hand, the General cupped and held Grayson’s breasts, making the Sheriff grip her hips tighter.

You ran your mouth over Cassandra’s pussy, quickly sucking on her clit and thrusting your fingers into her delicious and smooth cunt until she started panting harder, reaching her hands down to hold your head.

“I’m coming,” she gasped, “I’m coming! I’m…” she trailed off with a loud groan, her head falling back as her pussy clenched around your fingers, spilling onto your hand as her chest heaved.

“Fuck…” Sevika breathed next to her, her own orgasm approaching faster as she watched the Councillor – who she couldn’t deny was a beautiful woman – come apart for you.

You flicked your eyes over to Sevika, holding her gaze as you slurped up Cassandra’s offerings, only stopping when she released your head, gently nudging you away.

Keeping your eyes on Sevika, your chin wet with Piltie juices, you scooted over to her again. Slowly lowering your head to her cunt, you latched onto her clit as you quickened your hand, wanting her to spill for you just like Cassandra did.

“I-I won’t last,” she mumbled, resting her flesh hand on your cheek.

You nodded against her, giving her permission to cum when she wanted. She visibly relaxed, her eyes locking with yours as you felt her pussy starting to tighten around your fingers with the first signs of her orgasm.

Cassandra surprised you both by reaching her hand out and cupping Sevika’s breasts, rolling her dark nipples. The Zaunite moaned loudly at the sudden and unexpected – but not unwelcome – sensation, her orgasm suddenly crashing into her. She groaned low, her hips bucking against you as she poured over your curled fingers, some juices spattering against your neck and chest as she squirted.

From behind you, Medarda and Grayson both moaned loudly as they climaxed simultaneously, their hard clits rocking against each other, wet pussies grinding together until they both met their end.

You slowly pulled your mouth off Sevika, slipping your fingers out when her pussy stopped spasming. Looking over your shoulder, you gave Medarda and Grayson a nod and a smile, turning back to Sevika. Standing up slowly, you leant over her, taking hold of her chin with the fingers you’d fucked her with.

“I want you to apologise to Cassandra again. Okay?” you challenged, sliding the fingers from your right hand – the fingers you’d used on Cassandra – into her mouth.

Sevika moaned at the taste of the other woman on her tongue.

“Hmmm? Can you do that for me, sweetie?” you cooed, kissing her scarred cheek.

She nodded around your fingers, sucking them clean.

You smiled sweetly. “Good girl. Whatever she wants. Be good.” You gave Cassandra a wink as you straightened up fully and headed over to Grayson and Medarda as the Noxian extricated herself from the Sheriff’s lap, kneeling on the soft rug.

Medarda immediately reached for your hand, pulling you into her lap, your legs around her hips, and kissing you deeply. You couldn’t hide your surprise, but quickly responded, letting her pull you tighter against her muscled body.

Grayson stood up, walking to the toy cabinet and pulling out a strap. She selected a toy to go with it, pulling the harness over her hips and fastening the sides.

“If I might intrude, Ambessa?” she asked gently.

The General released your mouth, letting you off her lap onto your knees on the floor. “Of course, Sheriff. Pick a hole whilst I prepare.” She stood smoothly, going to the cabinet and selecting her own harness and toy.

“Your name’s Ambessa?” you enquired, smiling softly as Grayson knelt behind you, kissing your neck.

“Yes.”

“Shall I call you that?”

“If you would like. That, or ‘General’. I do not mind.”

You nodded, eyeing the strap she attached the harness. One of your larger sizes, without being something you needed special prep for.

“Am I okay in here, darling?” Grayson crooned in your ear, her fingertips touching your back hole.

You shivered, leaning back against her. You nodded, “Yes, Sheriff.”

Ambessa handed Grayson a bottle of oil, then lay down before you. “Come here, little one.”

You climbed over her hips, settling yourself above the toy at her hips. She held you steady as you slowly started sinking down, groaning as the toy stretched your dripping pussy. You lowered yourself, inch by inch, until you sat down on her hips, the toy buried deep inside you.

“Well done, child,” she praised. “I did not expect that to be so seamless.”

You smiled, a little breathless. “Practice.”

Grayson moved forward behind you. “Will this be as easy?” she asked, rubbing the tip of her lubed toy against your back hole.

You leant forward, hands on Ambessa’s breasts, looking back over your shoulder with a coy smirk. “I guess you’ll find out.”

The Sheriff smirked back at you, nudging her hips forward and starting to press inside you. Your hole immediately started working to accept the toy, stretching around the navy-blue silicone. When she got the head inside, she held still for a second, letting you breathe.

You appreciated it, smiling back at her sweetly. “You can keep going.”

She eased her hips forward, slowly filling your ass with the toy as it pressed against Ambessa’s strap inside your pussy. The double sensation made you feel deliciously full, the toys rubbing against each other through your inner walls.

Cassandra’s moans from across the room drew all three of yours attention, and you watched as Sevika slowly started easing her fist into the Councillor’s pussy. The Piltie held her knees open and back against her chest, head dropping back as the rough Zaunite worked her way past her knuckles into the other woman’s cunt.

Grayson’s hips seated fully against yours, making your eyes cross as the toy slid all the way inside you.

The women let you breathe for a second, before Ambessa used her strength to lift your hips and lower you back down onto her strap. At the same time, Grayson withdrew a halfway, then thrust back in.

You groaned loudly, cursing under your breath. “Fuck… So full…”

“You’re taking us beautifully,” Grayson complimented in your ear. One of her hands slipped around your torso, cupping your breast from behind. Ambessa held your other, squeezing tighter than the Sheriff.

The three of you all moved your hips together and apart in a good rhythm, and you were all moaning in no time. The ribbed insides of the harnesses rubbed against their clits, and the push-pull of both toys inside you quickly had you all climbing towards your ends. The three of you didn’t care that it was quick; you had all night together, you could slow things down later on.

You watched again as Cassandra writhed before Sevika, her hips bucking as the bigger woman thrust her fist in and out of her leaking pussy, the sloppy sounds audible from across the room.

You smiled at Sevika, calling her name. “Are you being a good girl? Are you giving Cassandra what she wants?”

The Councillor answered for her in a breathy moan. “She’s being perfect for me.”

You smiled proudly at your regular. “Good. Keep going, Vika.”

Ambessa held your jaw, turning your head back to her. “Eyes back on me, little one.”

You giggled softly, your hair starting to stick to your forehead. “Sorry, General.”

They rode you together for a few minutes, the filling sensations making your clit pulse and your pussy leak around Ambessa’s strap.

“Gods…” you panted. “I need to cum.”

“General?” Grayson asked over your shoulder. “Shall we allow it?”

Ambessa hummed thoughtfully, running her hand up and down your chest. “She has been delightful.” She pondered for a few seconds, as if seriously considering whether or not to allow your orgasm. You started to panic a little, already feeling your pleasure climbing, when she nodded. “Yes, I think we can allow it.”

“Oh gods…” you moaned. Hearing her permission broke a wall inside you, and your climax hit you strongly. You bounced as best you could between them as your holes clenched on their cocks, your pussy leaking down over Ambessa’s toy and hips. “Fuck!”

Both women pounded into you harder, chasing their own orgasms as they watched you in yours. Ambessa came first, Grayson a second later as the harnessed rubbed their throbbing clits.

Across the room, Cassandra squirted over Sevika’s fist, and the stronger woman bent her head to slurp it up.

The five of you kept swapping places over the next few hours, before you took the initiative to call for a break. You slipped your dusky pink robe over you, not bothering to close it, as you poured drinks for everyone, plating up some bite-sized cured meats and cheeses from the mini-fridge in your room – courtesy of an Ionian merchant who liked to whip your ass – accompanied with some nuts and candied fruits.

The five of you ate, drank, and freshened up, chatting softly amongst yourselves. You sat in Sevika’s lap, leaning back against her muscled chest as you fed each other. Ambessa massaged your calves, helping you stretch out a cramp you’d gotten earlier. You held her wine glass to her lips as thanks.

When you all recovered, Cassandra put your ass in the air, fucking you with a double-ended toy, both of you moaning unabashedly as the ribbed toy thrust into your soaked cunts. Ambessa reclined in front of you, pulling your face into her trimmed cunt. You devoured her eagerly, moaning at her strong but sweet taste over your tongue.

A few feet away, Sevika lay on the floor, Grayson’s pussy on her face as the Sheriff bent over her and feasted on her cunt. Both women moaned and writhed against each other, teasing and edging each other until Grayson finally caved and made Sevika cum first, only orgasming when the woman under her slid two fingers into her.

An hour later, Sevika put you on your tummy as she lay between your legs, licking and slurping your ass, squeezing your cheeks in her hands, grinding her pussy against a pillow between her legs.

You watched as Ambessa, Grayson, and Cassandra formed a chain – Ambessa strapping the Sheriff, who in turn strapped Cassandra. The three of them made for a debauched show, all moving and moaning together a few feet away.

After you all finished there, Cassandra called Sevika over. The Piltie lay on her back, encouraging the Zaunite to sit on her face, saying she deserved to be thanked for the delicious fisting she provided earlier. Sevika needed no further encouragement, happily sitting on the rich woman’s face.

You smiled, taking inspiration from watching them. Locking eyes with Grayson, you rolled onto your back, playfully sticking your tongue out. The Sheriff growled, moving into position over your face. She surprised you by stretching your arms out to the side, kneeling over your upper arms, trapping them under her ankles. When she settled onto your face, your heart raced and your pussy pounded when you realised you couldn’t use your arms; you were trapped under her, at her mercy.

Your pussy practically poured onto Ambessa’s mouth as the General started leisurely feasting on you, lazily licking and sucking on your slit, seemingly not in any rush to make you cum. Grayson knelt over you as she casually sipped her wine, nibbling again on meats and cheeses, enjoying your hard work under her as you tried your best to impress her and make her cum.

You would whimper from time to time as Ambessa refused to allow you to cum until she was done with you, slowly slipping one thick finger into you, fucking you at a snail’s pace, determined to drive you mad.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but your jaw had started to ache by the time Grayson finally spilled onto your tongue, rocking her hips against you. When she heard the Sheriff orgasm, Ambessa went into overdrive, fiercely sucking on your tender clit, forcing you into an orgasm in less than a minute, holding your hips still as you cried into Grayson’s folds.

The night slowly faded into dawn, beams of sunlight starting to pour into the room, casting golden light of your bodies as you lay around the room. You were tucked into Sevika’s chest on the couch, whilst the others slept in your large bed.

Sevika squeezed you gently as she roused, kissing the top of your head.

“Morning,” you said softly, your body starting to register your aches. “Sleep okay?” You’d never woken up together.

She grunted. “Was a good night.”

You nodded, tucking your head tighter under her chin. “Are you going to bring your friends back again?”

She hummed. “Never say never.”

Buy me a coffee! 💜

If you grew ticklish at your touch, she would reluctantly stop, punctuating her actions with a kiss to the shell of your ear.

Sometimes, you would roll over to lay on her chest, her back now against the bed and her arm over your shoulders.

This way, she could see your face and admire your features with a smirk. Loving the way you look up at her with sleepy eyes and a smile gracing your lips.

Her chest was thick and comfortable to lay on, hearing her heavy heartbeat in your ear. This was one of your favorite sounds, and did its job at lulling you to sleep.

These were just your activities before you fell asleep, but once you do thats when the fun begins..

She was unusually hot when she slept (not just temperature wise). Sometimes, you'd have to throw the blankets off you both in the middle of the night just for some freedom.

And the fact that she is as close as possible to you doesn't help either. But on cold nights, you appreciated it, snuggling your face closer into her arms to feel the heat.

Her snores were deep and loud. That woman is always in a deep DEEP sleep. Sometimes, it woke you up, but you didn't mind. It just gave you more time to relish being in her arms.

Sevika is just a big softie, she wont admit it in words, but she loves being little spoon.

You definitely have to stretch your limbs a bit to wrap around her frame, but it's okay. it's for her. Usually, you can wrap your legs around her waist and hold her shoulders. She feels safe.

Sometimes she will turn around and put her face in your chest so that she doesnt have to face the world (just your tits).

She likes to inhale your scent and hear your heartbeat, and it makes it easier for you to stroke her hair and hum to her.

In that position she has her thick arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to the bed. (God knows she only needs one thats why she was nerfed)

She doesn't wear her mechanical arm to bed most of the time in fear of hurting you or crushing you with it.

But sometimes she will be lazy and just throw a pillow around her metal arm so that she can hold you still.

If you had a bad day, she insists you lay in her lap, face in her stomach while she smokes a cigarillo.

To add to that, have you seen her thighs? You fall asleep instantly due to comfort. And shes not complaining.

And if you are really sleepy, she will carry you around the house with one arm whilst doing her daily tasks. (Have you seen her wrangle isha with one arm?)

If she needs to step away for a second, she sits you on the counter, leaving you to huff at her absence before immediately picking you back up again.

Grayson is definitely the type of person to like the weight of someone's body on top of hers.

Just lay on her, legs on both sides of her hips and arms around her neck. She doesn't need a weighted blanket while you're sleeping over.

It's also easy to plant kisses on her neck and jaw, soothing her to sleep.

She also has a bunch of pillows, and you both wake up with them all over the floor (you might also be on the floor)

She is tossing in turning in her sleep every night. She was born this way, and if you do it too then you might be kick boxing eachother in your sleep.

Also, she will let you sit on her back while she lies on her stomach, pressing at her tense muscles and running your fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck.

When you are having a hard time falling asleep, she will soothe you with her husky/gravelly voice right in your ear. You can feel her hot breath on the side of your face while she whispers sweet nothings to you.

I know she's a dream to wake up to, her hair sprawled out all over the pillow and skin illuminated by the sun rise (NEED THAT).

When you wear her clothes to sleep, beware because you might not be sleeping for the next hour (that probably goes for everyone on this list..)

And her gun is always at her bedside. She is strapped and ready to protect you.