"I don't know, Kat. Lately Ezreal just seems less — interested than usual." Luxanna looked in the mirror and over her shoulder. Katarina du Couteau was sprawled out on her bed, a cherry lollipop tucked in between her crimson lips, her foot bobbing in time with the Pentakill ballad issuing from her earbuds. Her dark, tight jeans clung to her hips, her loose black t-shirt rolled up to expose her toned abs. Her ruby hair fanned out on the dark blue pillows, glittering in the low light. Outside, a soothing summer rain was falling from a soft gray sky.
She pulled a speaker out of her ear. "Were you saying something?"
"Yes," Lux huffed. She dragged the brush through her silky blonde hair again. She'd been longing for Ezreal to kiss it, stroke it or even pull it, but — "Ezreal's being distant and it worries me."
Katarina shrugged lazily, admiring the way Lux's taut ass looked in her capris. They were a bit sensible, but she made them look good. Had to be that military background. Luxanna Crownguard could definitely rock a General's uniform.
"Ez isn't Noxian. What do you expect? Pilts don't want to fuck all the time. Just most of the time."
"It's not like him, though," Lux murmured. She rolled pink lip gloss across her pale lower lip, then smacked them together. "Honestly, I'm worried about him and —"
Katarina groaned. "If the next word out of your mouth is 'Ryland,' I'm going to —
"Ryland," Lux finished. Her pale blue eyes widened. She'd lined them with dark brown. It was natural looking, but made her eyes sparkle. Her lashes were dark. She fluttered them. "You'll what?"
Kat said nothing, but swirled her tongue across the bright red candy contemplatively. She silently thanked Ezreal for not fucking his girlfriend for four days, for whatever reason. She had her suspicions — Ryland, too, had been prone to blushing lately. But the lack of fucking meant that Lux dressed extra cute, and Kat appreciated that.
The silky white bustier Lux had on was laced up with pink ribbons, matching the flower headband in her light blonde hair, as well as the amethysts dotting her earrings. The deep neckline showcased both of her breasts, a pure, soft, firm white.
Kat suddenly wanted to cover them with bruises. If Ezreal's not gonna do it, someone has to, right?
She looked up to see Lux's lips moving.
"I'm sorry. Were you talking again?"
Luxanna stomped her foot, scowling. "No one's paying attention to me!"
"That can change." Kat arched an eyebrow and patted the bed beside her. "Come here, princess."
She watched, bemused, as Lux shifted into a defensive posture. She glanced in the mirror again and swallowed hard. "I don't know about all that."
Sure. Sure you don't. Kat stopped herself from rolling her eyes. It was difficult. "You had fun the last four times, didn't you?"
Her cheekbones flushed faintly, then her throat, all the way down to her tits. Katarina guessed that the skin around her tiny, pert nipples was turning a rose color as well. Kat's jeans were suddenly too tight. But in a pleasant way. The pressure against her clit felt nice.
Lux saw Kat's eyes darken and lifted her chin defiantly. "It's a bad habit to get into."
Sex. Sex is a bad habit to get into. Godsdamnit, Lux. Can you be any more Demacian?
Kat shifted her weight. Inside her right ear, Pentakill was singing You've got to feel it. The stars, the lights — the city's just right, tonight, for you and I… It was one of her favorites. Ryland did a great cover of it.
"It'll make you feel better. Besides." Kat slipped the lollipop out of her mouth with a soft pop. "Guys like girls who experiment. I bet if you tell Ezreal about it he'll be yours to — do whatever the hell it is Demacians do in bed. Besides lay there and shiver."
"Hey." Lux squinted at her. "That's not nice."
"Doesn't bother me any. Ryland does the same thing." Kat grinned.
"So he likes it when you and I — sleep together?" She looked disgusted but fascinated. "Does he think about it when he — you know."
"Yeah, my boyfriend jacks off to us all the time. I could get him in here. Dunno which one of you'd be on bottom though." Kat snickered and patted the bed beside her again, putting the lollipop on the wrapper on her bedside table.
"Does he really? Think about us, I mean?" Lux took a few hesitant steps forward.
"Of course. A lot of people do."
"Really?" She edged nearer, looking away, out the window. Low-voiced thunder rumbled in the distance. Riven was clutching a black umbrella and running awkwardly towards Central Fountain. Her emerald dress swirled around her knees. Lux was wondering who she was going to meet when Katarina grabbed the straps of her bustier, pulled her close and kissed her.
The sugar coating of the lollipop hadn't dissolved from Katarina's lips and tongue. She hesitated, then licked it off of Kat's lower lip, felt her smile. The cherry was so sweet it burned the tip of her tongue.
Kat pulled her closer. Their breasts pressed against one another's, warm and somehow squishy and firm at the same time. She felt arousal flood her lower body — a tingling warmth — and flushed brighter. She was happy that Kat was so experienced. Gods knew she had no idea what she was doing.
The Noxian smelled like cinnamon and sex. Lux squeaked when Kat bit her lower lip, then flinched away when she bit it again.
"That hurts!" Only it sounded like 'at 'urts! Because Katarina still hadn't let go. The assassin lapped the bead of blood off Lux's mouth and held her at arm's length. Her emerald eyes sparkled with lust and avarice.
"Are you really that much of a pansy? Really, Lux? You were in the army."
"Shut up," Lux said before she could think. Katarina laughed and pushed her onto the bed, nimble fingers pulling at the bustier she'd spent an hour lacing up. Luxanna squirmed and tried to push her away, but Kat only fought her. She peeled the cups away from Lux's breasts, revealing them. In the gray stormlight, her pink nipples lost their softness, then hardened into points. She blushed and turned away when Kat's tongue roamed across them, lightly sucking and nibbling. Lux heard herself moan and thought her skin was going to burn itself, she was blushing so hard.
Kat hovered above her. "Why are you always so embarrassed? You know this is normal, right?"
Normal? Lux thought distantly. She mewed softly when Kat bit the top of her right breast. It stung, left a small circlet of red-purple indentations. Sex is between one man and one — woman — She lost her train of thought when Kat shifted to her other breast. She met Lux's eyes then slowly rolled her tongue across her nipple. Her hand slid down her stomach, past where her tight capris nipped into her flesh. Lux's thighs pressed together when Kat's fingers slipped in between them.
"You're so fucking wet. It's actually ridiculous." She removed her fingers and held them before Lux. They glistened.
"Oh. I — I'm sorry."
Kat laughed and shook her head, saw the look on Lux's face and laughed harder. "Holy shit. You actually —"
"Shut up!" Lux snapped again. It seemed like all she could say when Kat was about to fuck her. It never failed to infuriate the assassin, who unbuttoned her capris with lightning speed and yanked them to Lux's knees.
"You first. One of these times I'm going to gag you." Her eyes gleamed as she slid her fingers up, then down the slick crease in between Lux's thighs.
"Please —" don't, is what Lux meant to say. But as the rain grew heavier, her moans grew louder. Katarina was flicking lightly at her now. Lux could feel how wet she was — the dampness was spreading between her thighs as she opened up beneath Katarina's caressing fingers. Her hand took up an insistent rhythm that Lux tried to resist, but couldn't. She panted, and Katarina's hand pressed against her collarbone.
The assassin paused.
"What —"
"Oh, I see. You want me to keep going now." Katarina fumbled about on her nightstand. "Gimme a sec. There's something I want to try."
Lux pulled her capris the rest of the way off and let them fall to a small heap beside the bed. Katarina pushed her back down, hand resting heavily on her stomach. She felt a small, wet slick object brushing against her clit, lightly at first, then harder. She bit her lip to stifle her moan — she didn't want Kat to laugh at her.
Kat squeezed her jaw. "Open your mouth."
"Wh - Why?"
The assassin slipped the lollipop past her lips, let Lux taste her own sweet fluid mingled with the cherry. Lux gasped and tried to pull away. But Kat was strong — the candy slid past her lips, lingering on the lower one, then going in and out, up and down her tongue. Kat's hand wandered between her lower lips again. There was a momentary sting as they pushed past the opening of her vagina. Then nothing but sweet pleasure, mingled warmth and bliss. Lux closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation. The rain, the cherry, the smell of cinnamon, Kat's dexterous hands.
Then she heard the door open.
"Uhm." She opened her eyes to see Ezreal squinting at them. His lips were pressed tightly together. "Hmm."
"What's up, bitchboy?" Katarina grinned. Ezreal abruptly shut the door. "Guess he didn't want any."
"No! Kat!" Lux struggled, and Kat pinned her down again, chuckling. "Let go of m —"
Her words were cut off by startled moans. Kat had squeezed her clit between two of her fingers. Lux sank back into the pillows, shivering.
Kat watched her come, twirling a strand of red around her fingers, batting her eyelashes.
"Feel better, princess?"
"No! What's he going to think?"
Kat shrugged. "Oh well. Ta - aikah."
"What?"
"Nothing. Sometimes weird stuff just slips out, you know?" She snuggled close to Lux, purring, running a warm hand down her stomach, soothing her. "I'll let you go in a little bit. Let me enjoy you for a little while longer."
Lux lay there helplessly. She guessed, if nothing else, she was happy they were at the Institute and that she wasn't a prisoner of war. Though she almost felt like one.
Cross-legged and sitting beside a bubbling fountain beneath the silvery myth-tree, Ryland flipped through the Piltover la Vie catalogue's collection of silk ties. None of them — at all — were suitable for the Summertide Ball. There was one with red-orange slants that looked vaguely snakelike. One with purple squares. And one with blue roses called En memoriam de Caelyn Falin.
Where the hell's the plain tie section? He wondered, turning the catalogue upside-down and squinting at it. He didn't notice Sona admiring him from afar, chin in hand.
She was dressed in a green gown accented with ivory thread. It was bunched around her full breasts and clung to her luscious curves. She'd purchased it for the Summertide Ball, but decided she wanted something more elegant, and knew she'd have to choose soon. The Ball was in three days, after all. Still, she couldn't choose between dark purple and silver. She was planning to have Ryland help her choose, but he was occupied with his own attire.
So occupied that he didn't notice Ezreal at first.
The Explorer stood before him, wide-eyed. "Ryland."
"Yes?"
"Our girlfriends are fucking each other."
Again? Ryland thought, then sighed. He still hadn't told Ezreal. He wasn't sure why. "Interesting."
"I think Lux is gay." He looked more panicked than aroused, though the pupils in his oceanic blue eyes were wide and dark.
Well, she thinks the same thing about you, so you're even. He noticed Sona snicker silently and smiled. He had to be careful. Everyone in the Support Quarters was an Empath. "Ezreal. She's your girlfriend. Neither one of you are gay — you're dating each other."
"Katarina was fucking her with a lollipop," Ezreal whispered loudly.
Ryland put the catalogue over his face and groaned. "It's not my fault. I swear."
"What — why the hell would it be your fault?" Ezreal's eyebrows rose.
"I — uh. Never mind." Ryland took a deep breath. Now was not the time to tell Ezreal about his slipping Empath powers. It'd just panic him.
Besides, he hadn't noticed his own powers slipping at first, had he? Not until he saw Leblanc shove Talon against an alley wall and shove her tongue down his throat in broad daylight as he'd passed by, thinking of Ezreal and Katarina. He knew they were both Noxian, but — still.
Then there was the matter of Leona and Pantheon. The warrior had reached out and snatched a handful of Leona's ample derriere as Ryland strolled past, book of Noxian poetry in hand. He'd been distracted from Casteel White's loving, colorful description of the hills and dales of ancient Iso. Even more distracted when Pantheon's callused fingers had rubbed against Leona's thighs. Then they noticed him watching. He hurriedly buried his face in his book, blushing furiously.
There were others, too. Summoners hand in hand, smiling more broadly than usual. The red-haired Ionians wearing their tresses in tight braids. The Noxians smelling of violet perfume. Girls in shorter, flower-colored skirts. Bare shoulders, tight shorts.
Ryland's Empath powers were blooming. Among other things.
Unfortunately, Ezreal wasn't as stupid as he sometimes looked.
"What the fuck, Ryland?" Ezreal looked around frantically and leaned nearer. "Are you making our girlfriends fuck?"
"I don't know what you're —"
Ezreal tapped his temple. "Come on."
"I mean — maybe? I don't know."
Ezreal paused, then glanced at the tie collection before Ryland could hide it. "Summertide Ball?"
"Yep." Ryland blushed. "I — I'm used to — you know. Dressing up."
Ezreal ignored him. It was one thing they could never agree on — suits. "We've got to get to the bottom of this."
"I don't really see much mystery involved, to be quite hon —"
Ezreal dragged him by the elbow back towards his and Lux's room, where Kat and Lux still lie entwined.
Godsdamnit, Ryland thought. What a time to be an Empath.
He saw Sona wink at him as he passed by and shivered.
What a time, she thought to him. What a time indeed.
