It is sometimes said that fools rush in where angels fear to tread. In Valoran, however, there is one angel who fears nothing. Many are hesitant to approach her, but in the end they will all come…
LeBlanc often reaped the unique benefits that come from sitting at the head of a nationwide network of spies. Today was no exception as she quickly and quietly strode down a narrow street in the heart of Noxus. The smell of the shopping district was definitely not as bad as many other parts of the city, but it still left much to be desired. Through the myriad questionable odours, though, one tantalising scent stood out even from over 200 feet away down the road. In the waning light of dusk, she could just make out the twisted wooden carvings of the sign that hung outside of 'Sinful Succulence' - the bakery owned and operated by the Fallen Angel, Morgana.
One of LeBlanc's informants within the Black Rose had notified her of a recent announcement made by Morgana that was doing the rounds amongst the Noxian underworld. Seemingly not content with just selling her in-demand baked goods to the eager masses, the angel was now offering a more…intimate sort of product. Morgana knew very well that the Institute of War frowned on the use of magic outside of sanctioned matches, which was presumably why the only people currently in the know were those who preferred to live outside the law. LeBlanc wasn't the slightest bit concerned about the legality of these goods, but she was interested in their value as currency, bargaining chips and perhaps even using them for their intended purpose.
The time was approaching eight o'clock in the evening and the bakery had been shut for several hours by the time LeBlanc reached the front door. She had considered wearing some practical clothes, but had eventually decided that her well-known strappy purple outfit and cutaway skirt might be of use if it came to negotiating for a sample. Not much was known about Morgana's romantic preferences, but the scant intelligence LeBlanc had gathered suggested that the angel could perhaps be susceptible to some well-used feminine wiles. For the sake of avoiding attention, she was currently wrapped in a long, midnight-blue cloak that covered most of her body, including a hood to cast a shadow over her face.
The interior of the bakery was dark, although unlike most of the nearby shops there were no bars or shutters over the windows or door. Nobody tried to steal from Morgana. A soft yellow glow from the back of the store indicated that somebody was indeed still present in the kitchen, just as LeBlanc had hoped. She considered her options – she could try to sneak around the back of the establishment to case the operation, perhaps observe something she could use to blackmail or bribe the angel with? No, if she was caught then she would immediately be on the defensive and in a terrible position to negotiate for any favours. The spymistress was a bold individual by nature, but she still found herself pausing for a moment to take a deep breath and steel herself before trying the handle of the front door. It was open.
LeBlanc eased the door open, closed it behind her and walked slowly but deliberately past the handful of small tables that had been set out for customers to enjoy their still-warm baked goods. For a woman of her training, it almost took more effort not to move quietly as she made her way past the counter and towards the open kitchen door. From inside, she could hear the sounds of clinking glass and soft, melodic humming. Arriving at the door, she looked inside to see Morgana with her back turned, carefully pouring a vial of a dark violet substance into a small, elegantly crafted deep purple glass bottle. Her back was almost bare, save for her trademark purple brassiere and of course the beautiful but non-functional wings that protruded from her shoulder blades and hung in the air behind the angel. She wore a long, deep violet skirt and a lilac apron that covered her front, tied at the back of her neck and at the base of her spine.
'Come in, LeBlanc,' said Morgana, without turning around.
LeBlanc smiled, she had of course considered the possibility that the angel would be expecting her arrival. If the Black Rose was a spider-web, then LeBlanc was the spider that sat at its centre – every vibration through the criminal underworld was sure to reach her in short order and this one was the most interesting that had come along in some time. Morgana must have known that as soon as she made the announcement.
'So it's true, then. You're branching out beyond the bounds of legitimate business?'
'Come now, you're a smart person,' said Morgana, as she finished pouring and turned to face LeBlanc. She folded her arms under her impressive bosom and continued, 'Why do you think I opened my business in Noxus, of all places? I could have made double my current earnings in a city like Demacia if baking was all I was interested in.'
LeBlanc was impressed – the angel was no fool. The bakery business had been intended as a front from day one. Morgana must have been experimenting and waiting for the right time to launch her real business since setting up shop here over a year ago. And where better to run an illicit black market operation than a city where the authorities expect to be bribed rather than actually arrest anybody for such practices.
'So,' said LeBlanc, keen to get down to business. 'What exactly is it that you're selling, here?' The details had been vague, to say the least. Looking around the kitchen, she could see a sizeable collection of vials, flasks and bowls. Many looked to be well-used and were presumably for preparing various sorts of ingredients, but what stood out the most were a series of beautifully-crafted opaque glass bottles in various shades ranging from pale pink to deepest midnight purple. They sat on a set of shelves inside an ornate wooden cabinet, one colour per shelf.
'Selling isn't quite the word I'd use,' replied Morgana. 'But to answer your question, I suppose you could call them "tonics".' She gestured towards the cabinet containing all the bottles. 'See for yourself.'
LeBlanc approached the cabinet close enough to be able to read the labels on the bottles. The pale pink bottles on the top row were all labelled in beautiful calligraphy as "Avatar's Caress".
'Best described as "female enhancement",' purred Morgana, her voice suddenly taking on a smoother, silkier quality than her usual commanding tone. 'Not everyone is blessed with my heavenly body, but a dose of this can let them experience it for a short while. It increases breast size, naturally, but also smoothens the skin, tapers the waist, shapes the rear exquisitely and gives a glow of radiance and beauty to those who weren't as blessed as I.
'The one below,' she continued, gesturing to a row of lilac bottles, 'is called "Carnal Blessing". Imagine every delicate touch from your lover triggering a burst of pleasure. Every stroke of your arm or leg leaving you quivering in bliss. Imagine riding a wave of euphoria that lasts all night. That's what these bottles contain.
'And last, but not least, is one that I call "Purple Lust", in the violet bottle there. Simply put, it's an aphrodisiac. A very, very potent one. For those occasions where you want to ensure that things go the way you would like them to.' She smiled a wide and proud smile of satisfaction. 'They took some time to perfect, but I think the results will speak for themselves.'
LeBlanc frowned for a moment, puzzled. 'There's one more,' she observed, leaning forward to inspect the final row of bottles – each one of them about half the size of the others and coloured a deep midnight purple, the same as the one Morgana had been preparing when she arrived. She read the label, which indicated the concoction was named "Sins of a Goddess". 'What does that one do?' she asked.
Morgana's smile changed from satisfied to utterly wicked. 'The crowning jewel of my new range,' she said, her voice a mix of pride and excitement. 'Best described as "all of the above".'
'Oh, goodness' said LeBlanc, taken aback by the mere thought of such a thing.
'No, not goodness,' said Morgana excitedly. 'Wickedness'. She picked up the bottle she had been preparing. 'Drink it.'
LeBlanc had suspected something like this may happen, but that didn't stop her feeling a surge of adrenaline as the fallen angel held out the bottle for her to take. This was it – what better way to judge the worth of Morgana's new tonics than to try some for herself? If she went through with this – and what she could only assume would follow – then surely that had to put her in a perfect position to be the angel's first and perhaps even main buyer? She hesitated for only a moment and then, taking the bottle and putting it to her lips, tipped her head back and drank deep.
The mixture was sweet and almost fruity and as she drank she could immediately feel a host of new sensations. A warm, pleasant fire seemed to burn in her stomach and radiate out to the rest of her body. Swallowing the last drops, she discarded the bottle on a nearby worktop and then leaned back against a counter to steady herself as her mind raced, trying to process the new feelings. She felt a tightness across her chest as her breasts began to swell and strain against the confines of her purple leather bra. She quickly undid the clasp of her cloak and shrugged it off to see the effects. As she did so, the sensation of the blue-black silk sliding across her shoulders and arms felt like a electric current of pure pleasure, so much so that her knees felt weak and she had to lean more heavily on the wooden worktop to keep herself upright.
Looking down, she could see that her ample C-cups had already swelled to a generous D and were continuing to grow. They strained against her clothes, begging to be freed as she felt her still-covered nipples alive with a tingling, aching feeling of bliss. She could feel her hips widening ever so slightly as the magic adjusted her already desirable physique to be even more voluptuous and sexual. Her buttocks, which were firm but somewhat flat were gaining a curvaceous depth and she realised that a white hot fire was starting to rage between her legs.
The aching in her nipples was becoming almost unbearable and she fumbled desperately behind her neck to unfasten the buckle of her top. She tore it open and her swollen breasts, now easily at the upper end of a DD-cup spilled out.
LeBlanc looked up at Morgana, who was stood watching the whole show with that devilish smile still on her lips, and the words came unbidden from her mouth. 'Suck them, grab them, do something oh please do something!'. Her breath was already coming in short gasps as the result of having every touch or movement feel like an explosion of sexual pleasure.
'Well, if you insist,' purred the angel. She reached out and took LeBlanc's left breast in her right hand, grasping the underside and sliding her fingers together and upwards towards the nipple. When she reached it, she pinched gently and pulled.
LeBlanc screamed as a torrent of pleasure tore through her body from her chest. 'Ohhhhhhhhhh, gods!' A chain reaction started inside of her and to her disbelief she realised she was already approaching orgasm.
Morgana leaned down to take the other nipple in her mouth and started to suck. She wrapped her left arm around LeBlanc's back to hold her up as the spymistress started to shake and groan. The unbelievable feelings washing through her from her breasts met with the fire burning in her groin and she could do nothing but let them take her over. She felt a slow explosion made up of millions of points of perfection as it built up and ripped through her whole body again and again. After what might have been thirty seconds or thirty minutes, she fell limp and breathless, held up only by the fallen angel's thin but unnaturally strong arms.
'That…oh gods…that was…'
'An appetiser,' said Morgana, looking deep into her eyes. The angel's beautiful face was framed by that luscious dark purple hair and she had never looked more desirable. LeBlanc was dimly aware that she was under the effects of the aphrodisiac but that did nothing to detract from the craving she was feeling for Morgana's touch.
Morgana reached behind herself to untie the string of her apron, first from around her waist and then from around her neck. As she did so, the protective garment fell to the floor and allowed LeBlanc to gaze upon those huge, burgeoning breasts that were barely contained by the revealing purple bra that Morgana often wore, even into battle. The angel smiled as she saw LeBlanc's eyes widen with lust. Reaching behind herself once more, she undid the clasp of the bra and let it fall to the floor on top of the apron as her breasts hung free, almost brushing against LeBlanc's midriff as the angel leaned over her.
Morgana straightened up slightly and pushed her chest out, prompting LeBlanc to eagerly throw herself forward onto a dark, firm nipple. The spymistress still felt somewhat weak from the unbelievable orgasm but her feelings of lust continued to rage, urging her to lick, suck and grope at Morgana's beautiful breasts. She alternated between the two, her mouth and tongue working greedily as she ran her hands across the angel's bare back and waist. From above, she heard soft sighs of pleasure and approval as she continued to explore the body in front of her.
After a minute or two of frantic groping, LeBlanc felt even more bold and began to grasp and squeeze at Morgana's firm ass underneath the long velvet skirt. This met with another pleasured sigh of approval from above and so LeBlanc continued to explore Morgana's lower half with her hands. She ran her fingers down a still-covered thigh and then moving her hand in-between the angel's knees, began to stroke up towards her crotch. That was when she felt it. It brushed against the back of her hand through the soft velvet of the skirt until she fumbled purposefully for it and took a grasp of the thick member hanging between Morgana's legs. It was long, hanging to around the middle of the angel's thighs and had an impressive girth. LeBlanc had heard the faintest of rumours – murmurings here and there that there was something a little different about the angels Morgana and Kayle. Now she knew that they weren't just a little different. They were different by about seven thick, virile inches. She felt a resurgence of the burning feeling in her nether regions and knew that she had to have it. Now.
Without warning, LeBlanc yanked down the skirt from around Morgana's hips, exposing the thick, semi-erect cock she had felt moments before. Falling to her knees, she grabbed it halfway along its length in her right hand and wrapped her lips around the head. She started to work her head up and down, swishing her tongue in circles and spirals across the head as she felt the angel growing fully erect in her mouth.
Morgana moaned with pleasure. Everything had gone exactly as she had planned and now the lithe, beautiful mistress of the Black Rose was knelt before her, giving her an urgent, lustful and above-all masterful blowjob. LeBlanc's tongue swirled and licked around her head and shaft, sending sweet ripples of pleasure through her body. It wasn't long before the spymistress remembered her manners and brought her other hand up to cup the angel's balls, gently massaging and groping them. Morgana reached out a slender hand – the claws less pronounced than during her league matches – and placed it behind LeBlanc's head. Gently but firmly she started to encourage the other woman to start going deeper with each bob of her head. LeBlanc struggled a little at first but with continued coaxing it wasn't long before almost the whole length of Morgana's cock was sliding in and out of her mouth, the tip sliding delightfully into the tightness of the spymistresses' throat. At the end of one thrust, Morgana put her other hand behind LeBlanc's head and held it there, signalling for her stay down and keep the angel's whole cock in her throat. LeBlanc initially tried to pull back, but surprise quickly gave way to acceptance and she relaxed her throat and slid her lips down to the base of the cock.
Morgana groaned loudly in ecstasy as she revelled in the feeling of her cock being buried in the hot, tight wetness of another champion's throat. The fact that it was somebody as powerful and respected as LeBlanc made it all the more wonderful. After a long moment, Morgana released her grip on the other woman's head and to her surprise, LeBlanc reached her hands around to grab the angel's pert ass and pulled herself longingly onto the member. Her throat sucked urgently, creating a dizzying vacuum of pleasure and her tongue massaged and stroked the underside of the angel's shaft. For a moment, Morgana feared she might blow her load earlier than she had planned to, but at last, LeBlanc withdrew and sat back, panting and gasping for air.
Morgana looked down at her new plaything. 'You're doing ever so well,' she said happily, 'but there is one thing that I must have from you. I think you know what it is.'
LeBlanc did indeed know – it wasn't the first time a lover had asked her for that. It was perhaps the most common fantasy she knew of. The only thing was… 'I uhh.. I can't always just…'
Morgana nodded, knowingly. 'I had wondered if that was the case. I'm sure I can manage something. Stand up and turn around.'
LeBlanc did as she was bidden, leaning over the wooden worktop. Her heavier-than-usual breasts rested on the counter and sent jolts of pleasure through her torso and down to her tingling pussy as she moved and shifted. She felt Morgana pulling down the remains of her outfit around her ankles and eagerly stepped out of it, quivering in anticipation.
As Morgana finished undressing the beautiful specimen before her, she paused for a second to admire the body she was about to enjoy. The perfect firm, round ass, the toned thighs, the slim waist and those freshly-enlarged breasts hanging free. The only clothing left on the spymistress was her pair of knee-high leather boots, which served only to make the woman's legs look even more alluring. Morgana took her cock in her left hand and placed it at LeBlanc's drenched entrance as she heard the other woman already beginning to gasp and moan from the heightened sensations she was receiving. With her tip just barely inside LeBlanc's tight sex, Morgana ran both hands up the other woman's back to just below her shoulder blades. She wanted what only LeBlanc could give her and she knew just how to get it. Simultaneously, she thrust hard into LeBlanc's pussy and raked her nails sharply down the pale skin of her back.
For the second time that night, LeBlanc screamed. This time, however, something magical happened. The air shimmered and distorted and there was a burst of electricity and a faint smell of perfumed smoke. Stood next to the two lovers was an exact replica of LeBlanc – like the original she was completely nude except for a pair of alluring leather knee-boots.
Morgana smiled a wide smile of victory and anticipation. As collected as she normally was, she could wait not a second longer for what was about to come. She reached out and took the replica roughly by the hair and dragged it around to her rear so that she stood between the two LeBlancs – bent over one and with the other knelt behind her. Still buried to the hilt in the woman in front of her and with the replica's hair in hand, she pulled the second woman's face into her exquisite ass and let out a shriek of delight as she felt the tongue start to lick and caress her tight asshole. Slowly, so as not to interrupt the replica's tongue servicing, she started to thrust in and out of LeBlanc's hot, tight snatch. She could feel LeBlanc quivering and convulsing below her and marvelled at the glorious tightness of the pussy around her cock. She knew it would not be long until LeBlanc's next orgasm, as the tonic amplified and enhanced every wave of pleasure from every thrust. She also knew her own orgasm couldn't be far, as she felt the warm, wet, sinful delight of the replica's tongue massaging and exploring her ass. Her rear entrance started to open up just a little and she let out a second shriek of delight as the double's tongue slipped inside and started to fuck her in that tightest of holes. She started to thrust more urgently into LeBlanc's hot sex, barely even aware of the bucking and swaying of the spymistresses' hips as the woman below her rode out another intense orgasm.
The moans of ecstasy from LeBlanc, the tightness of each thrust into that delightful snatch and the hot, moist tongue-fucking in her ass finally brought Morgana to a groaning, shaking, orgasm as she buried her full length in the body in front of her. She jerked violently as each jet of cum surged into LeBlanc's depths. Finally, she collapsed heavily on top of the spent spymistress.
The two lay there for several minutes, breathing heavily. Morgana slowly withdrew her slightly softened length from within the other woman and began to dress herself again.
LeBlanc felt the effects of the tonic still raging inside of her. Exhausted, but burning with erotic sensations, she turned to Morgana. 'Are you…'
'Done with you? Yes, for now. The tonics seem to work exactly as I'd expected. No doubt you came here to secure some for the Black Rose? Hmm, I'm not an unreasonable person. I can't just give away the variety you just tried, but I can spare a bottle of each of the individual types.' She retrieved one of each colour from the first three shelves of the cabinet and then opened a drawer beneath one of the worktops to fetch a carved wooden box. She opened the box, revealing a dark velvet interior with three indentations – each one the size and shape to accommodate a bottle of tonic. Placing the bottles in the box, she closed and fastened the lid with a small gold clasp.
Hearing a whimpering gasp behind her, Morgana turned around to the sight of the still-naked LeBlanc on her back with her double licking madly at her pussy and writhing frantically at the incredible feelings that must still be shooting through her body.
Morgana sighed deeply and thought for a moment. She turned to the cabinet containing all the bottles and muttered a few arcane syllables. A purple glow shimmered in the air for a moment, sealing the precious products against any prying fingers. Nobody stole from Morgana, but it didn't hurt to take extra precautions when dealing with the leader of the Black Rose.
'Just make sure you're gone by the time my staff show up in the morning,' said the angel as she took her leave. As she made her way home, she once again smiled that wicked smile. She was going to have a lot of fun with her new inventions…