The familiar hum of the summoning platform rumbled lowly, before the near explosive sound of the teleportation from the Fields of Justice reverberated through the room for a second. The Champions stepping off the platform from their respective sides and teams, five of which sighing discontently while the remaining five smiled and cheered. While it wasn't as important to any of the champions whom won or loss, considering the minuscule importance of the skirmish, it was no doubt felt as a loss and a victory for the respective teams. And while most kept their joy or envy quiet, the prouder few either groaned in annoyance softly or held a triumphant grin.
The Enlightened One, whom served her strength in mid lane as a powerhouse caster, showed neither of the two. Merely taking the earned breath of air as she felt the phantom strain of her bodies weariness fill her. She did her routine recovery of her spirit with a few deep breaths before moving down the steps of the platform to the summoners whom awaited the champions. In this moment it was more of seven out of the ten summoners whom were kinsfolk to the Duchess who bowed in respect as she approached.
"Thank you for your grace and performance, Lady Karma," the group said almost like an echo to each other, the sound of female and male voices hitting her ears. She smiled to the group as she took her final step from the staircase and bowed before them, returning the polite gesture.
"Thank you all for a pleasant battle. Congratulations to all as we strengthen ourselves in victory and defeat. Both summoners and champions of Ionia performed excellently today," Karma answered, her soft and sweet tone filling the room pleasantly. The group looked up to the Duchess with welcoming smiles and expressions, mimicking hers easily. The group turned from her quickly and made their way to the respective champions, either briefly conversing or giving minor greetings and goodbyes. Amongst that group of summoners was the Unforgiven samurai Yasuo, who seemed to have a more entertaining conversation with his disciple from the opposite team, Taliyah. Karma's smile faltered briefly as she observed the mild chat between the two, small words and laughs exchanged for no more than a few dozen seconds before the young sparrow made her way to the chamber doors to exit. It was then that she realized she was still staring, and looked away.
"Lady Karma? Are you okay?" her summoner spoke up from beside her, noticing her momentary daze. The mage looked to the youthful male with a millisecond of startle before nodding.
"...I am alright, Mizui. I had a moment of processing today's tasks," Karma answered smoothly.
"Oh. Okay. Well, if you're not overly busy with the next hour, I was hoping maybe I could interest you in some tea? I have been practicing the Lotus ceremony as of late and was hoping someone like you could tell me if I got it right?" he requested, hope in his expression with the woman whom he admired and respected above all others. Karma remembered the moment months prior when he spoke of his adoration to the Ionian champions whom protected their home, more importantly saving Navori from destruction and ultimately himself and his family.
Karma had spaced out for a second throughout his words, her mind blinking back and forth between reality and the playback of the samurai and protege mage, confused as to why her mind was so affixed to their engagement. Why her eyes seemed to glue to the Unforgiven's mostly bare torso and exposed left arm.
Why she felt somewhat tingly by the toned form of his body.
"I-I would love to, young one. However, it is around the time of day in which I commune with the spirits in meditation. In another time, I will be happy to accommodate your request for my audience," Karma answered, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the lie worm through her teeth. She held her warm smile and open expression well, however, and the summoner only showed the briefest sign of disappointment before nodding in acceptance.
"Okay then. Thank you for your consideration, your Spirited," Mizui answered. Karma heard his dispirited tone for a mere word, feeling guilty that she'd reject his offer. More so that she lied to reject his offer. "I guess with that I might as well attend to the other things I was planning for later today. Have a good day, Lady Karma."
"To you as well, Mizui." she returned as he spun on his heel and walked away. Karma looked back to find the samurai gone from where she saw him and Taliyah speaking, the image of his bare abdomen returning for a second once again as if to taunt her. She sighed as she finally made her way out the chamber to her own abode. Between having to deceive a young man of her audience and mentally pulled by the mere appearance of another, Karma was stressed. It wouldn't be as bad if it didn't occur as religiously as her meditations, her mind seeming to wander at the most random moments about the appearance of the other champions. Something like this shouldn't plague her as it does, but it has definitely turned into a burden.
I can rarely keep my meditations since that while ago. She contemplated internally. The only thing she knew was that it wasn't an issue up until a few weeks prior when she departed from the chambers at the end of the day. She had decided a short walk after her match with a known summoner was fit for her before heading to her home via teleportation. She bypassed a quieter area with only a few souls roaming to their destinations before hearing a cry erupt from the nearby alley. Moving to investigate, she came across the same familiar summoner in an enclosed area not far from the chambers with the opposite gender in a more physical engagement. She immediately distinguished the cry of pleasure as a moan, his name dripping hotly on her tongue. She could still hear the heady and blissful mewls from the female summoner with him, her imagination of the samurai's physique replaced like a flash with the repeated motions against the wall, the sound of skin meeting skin and the lewd smell of sex stinging her nostrils all over again. True, she was quick to depart from the scene, not being witness to a the debauchery or being detected for a embarrassing conversation, but the event seemingly haunted her. Leaving her thoughts tainted with the memory.
"Good day, Lady Karma," a familiar voice broke through the train of lewd thoughts the Duchess was having, her attention and gaze drawn behind her. She saw the Blade Dancer approaching her, a smile stretched on her face. Karma was glad she shattered her mental focus.
"Xan Irelia. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Karma called, bowing in greeting to the warrior. Irelia mimicked the Duchess immediately, accustomed to the casual engagement the two had.
"I had heard of your recent victory on the rift. From what I was told, you bested that swordsman. Congratulations," Irelia answered, placing a hand to her hip. Karma waved down the comment of the Blade Dancer.
"It was a minor skirmish, and I did not best Yasuo. If anything, I did little to capture victory besides aid Jinx in fights and maintain the strength level Yasuo held over our team." she returned.
"Your modesty is one of your best qualities, Lady Karma. I caught sight of the ending scores and saw you ahead of the swordsman in almost all numbers. That is nothing short of besting him. And even with the aid of his sparrow pupil nonetheless," Irelia countered. "I am just disappointed you didn't express your superiority outward like I do."
Karma stifled a laugh. "Not all are as boisterous as you, Irelia. And it is not in my place to express such. He fought well, just as I have. He was just unfortunate that Caitlyn wasn't feeling well."
"You are much to light for battle, my Lady. Maybe you would feel more triumphant with joining me with some others tonight for an outing? It will be entertaining, even with some of the Noxian champions coming with." Irelia offered, a bite in her tone toward the end of the statement.
"Irelia, you must learn that not all Noxian's are impure and tyrannical. Even you agree from your association with the Exiled commander, Riven," Karma stated.
"I know...But it's easier for me to find disgust with the majority than with the one I know. So far, a majority of the Noxian champions are impure and tyrannical. I can barely stand the presence of the Du Couteau's, let alone not want to kill the Blood Brothers."
"Just give it some time, Irelia. I am certain you will find some redeeming qualities in more people," Karma stated.
"Until then, Noxian blood looks good on my blades. But enough about that. I didn't get an answer to my offer." Irelia continued.
"I wish I was able to, but I have to speak with Ashe on more diplomatic terms with import and exports from the Freljord later this evening," Karma said begrudgingly, a tone Irelia had not expected from the otherwise welcoming and calm Duchess. The Blade Dancer sighed. "It is a necessary engagement that can and will bolster our homes respectively."
"Because dealing with the other nations worked out so well for us..." Irelia said sarcastically. "With all respect to you and the Avarosan, can you not postpone the meeting? I have rarely seen you able to enjoy yourself, Lady Karma, and quite frankly, bags don't look to well on your eyes."
It was true. Karma was never one to deny or reject facts when she herself knew them. It had been months since she was free from duties as Ionia's ambassador and Institute representative. He could vaguely remember the day when she slept past seven in the morning or wasn't active with something about the isle. Meetings for trade negotiations, constant mediation from internal debates and out lash in Ionia, diplomatic ventures across Valoran to meet with other executive faces of all. There had been much progress in regards to the recovery after the war with Noxus, and there was still a long way to go. As the Duchess and Elder to the Ionian faction in the League, it was her duty to uphold disputes in matches, so she couldn't even negate herself from actually fighting. And while she had gotten used to the constant demand of her responsibilities, a spirit without rest will only weaken from overuse. And Karma could tell from her spirit's waning of fortitude recently, especially with her subconsciously interested in the weakness of the human body, that she was reaching the breaking point.
She still has the image of what she saw fresh to thought and the envy that came from it.
"Well if it isn't mint chocolate luscious herself," an all to familiar and equally haunting call broke her thoughts, the Duchess pausing to turn to the male culprit to her tormenting thoughts. Irelia looked behind the dark skinned woman as well to see a single male casually stepping forward to them a cigarette on his lips. Karma cleared her throat more to clear her mind than her voice box, hoping the memory would silence itself. Of course, it didn't.
"Good afternoon, Xander," Karma greeted. His gait was without care, the white shirt under his black jacket and blue jeans was simple in design, a physical expression of his personality and behavior. What distinguished the male was his short hair that capped naturally with streaks of white. All of which was quite normal, until she remembered that he was one of the few summoners outside her home that consistently summoned her for matches. He was the only Noxian whom summoned her consistently.
The male approached, his gait akin to stalking but so subtle it was easily mistaken for droning. His hands in his jacket pocket and his eyes trained onto her, Karma had gotten mostly used to his style and behavior. For better and worse. "It's better now that I came across you, Karma. Getting out a match?" he asked.
"Indeed. Were you about to engage your own activity?" she asked, bowing lightly to the summoner in greeting. It was in the short pause of her bow that she felt an adventurous grab of her rear from him, jumping forward from the molestation and eyeing him with a scowl. Irelia blinked, before her eyes turned deadly and her crest blades hovered above her menacingly to the male who callously molested an elder of Ionia.
"You need to quit playing games and get with me in some activity. Been waiting for an answer to that date for days now," Xander called.
"You dare molest the Duchess of Ionia?" the Blade Dancer seethed, storming forward with her blades poised for the kill. "Maybe you're looking to summon in a hospital bed. With lacerations running across your face-"
"It is alright, Irelia. Xander means no ill-intent. He is one I have been summoned regularly with." Karma eased. Even still the warrior held her glare, her blades unmoving from their attention on the male, who was impassive about the hostility directed towards him and leaned his arm over Karma's shoulders.
"No summoner who knows of your position should behave in a manner like that. Especially if he's-" Irelia began, expecting the male to be of Ionian descent with his hairstyle and color. Her words caught in her throat the moment she saw his armband, more importantly the infamous symbol she despised more than anything in the world on. "Noxian!?"
"What of it? I can't summon other faction champions cause I'm Noxian? That's unfair," Xander jeered, throwing an amused gaze to Irelia who in turn grew more furious with the person before her. "I summoned Demacian, Ionian, Zaunite, Shuriman...Hells, I summoned you before."
"I would never accept a summons from a Noxian stain. I'd rather die, or better yet-kill the disgusting filth myself." Irelia spat, her blades whirring behind her savagely. Xander merely cocked an eyebrow, his entertainment growing with each mention of her hatred to the nation.
"Really? Sounds about right since we were against Sion two days ago and with our cooperation and tactics, got a pentakill. Sound familiar?" Xander asked. The Blade Dancer's eye twitched as her memory sparked the match she fought in. the match she was ecstatic about with her victory for single-handedly annihilating the Blood sibling and Sion over and over. True to his word, she recalled his voice, and exactly what he said when she slaughtered the enemy team five to one. "Memory serves me right, I said 'Use Blade on Sion and-'"
"And take out Tristana with the speed boost..." Irelia finished her eyes widening and her blades calming down to point away from the male. "Y-you're…!?"
"Summoner Xander Higgs, aka XratedCarry, at your service~" Xander smirked, gesturing triumphantly as a greeting. "On a side note, you did say you had fun that match."
"You did speak of your satisfying summons that gave you a pentakill yesterday, Irelia," Karma spoke up. "I had only discovered it from Xander when he and I meditated later that evening."
"And his behavior?! He's putting more vulgarity against you than any Ionian or Noxian scum should ever dream of!" Irelia called.
"Honestly it's the Noxian scum in me. And I had to thank Karmama here for helping me out to become Diamond tier. I have nothing but adoration for the living sculpture of mint chocolate, and so long as I keep it easy, she said she doesn't mind." Xander answered. "Which is a shame, too. Last year I figured how much of a bombshell she is, so I keep trying to get my chance at her, but she won't bite."
"For one, Xander, I explicitly told you to refrain from vulgarities entirely. Young men such as yourself have no reason to act so brash and disgraceful." Karma scolded, throwing a glare to the summoner. Xander flinched at the bite in her tone, shrinking away from her to avoid the fabled wrath of the spirited one. "Secondly, you are three years younger than I. You should behave more like and adult than a prepubescent teen."
"C'mon, Karma. How am I supposed to chill when the hottest lady in the League, mind you who is still single, is someone I've known for so long?" he asked. Karma blushed lightly, turning away from the male after his compliment. "And you even like the attention! You're blushing your fine ass off right now!"
Xander felt the cold embrace of steel rest to his neck, and merely peered to the left to see a still fuming Blade Dancer glaring daggers sharper than her actual weapons at him. "You will not swear so casually at the Enlightened One, Noxian cur."
"Do you have to put it to my neck? Like fuck, I'm trying to see how Karma is doing, and you're being a physically violent cockblock," Xander protested, moving the blade casually away from his neck.
"It's only because we're in the institute and that she's so close that I don't have your neck cut open right now." Irelia retorted.
"Irelia, please. Refrain your aggression to the summoner," Karma spoke, her words carrying like thunder to the warrior. "That is an order from an Elder."
Irelia looked to the Duchess with so many emotions that Karma could see her face repeatedly cycle the stages of rejection for the briefest of seconds. Moments passed before Irelia huffed angrily, her blades returning to her in the collection behind her back. "Let me hear of one moment you harmed or infuriated her. I can't wait to add another black and red pig to my slaughterhouse." she seethed before spinning on her heel and storming away. Xander smirked again, blowing a taunting kiss at the retreating warrior before turning to see an irritated champion glaring at him.
"...What? She started it." Xander said defensively. "And you still haven't answered my request. I'm pretty confident someone like you could-"
"You were quite literally an inch from being added to either Shen's hospital bed or Soraka's revival list. Must you antagonize people to want to threaten you?" she scolded.
"It's not fun otherwise, Karma. And you know I never mean wrong by it. I could see the blade stuck up her bubble butt from a mile away. 'Warm and friendly' my ass..." Xander stated. Karma rolled her eyes and moved forward, finally deciding that she should make the lie about meditating truth.
"Don't you have anything pressing to attend to, Xander?" Karma asked.
"Besides eat, sleep and fuck some chick leagues under you? Nah," Xander returned, his tone so casual in any other instance their conversation would have been easier. The mere mention of fornication, however, spurned the memory of Karma finding the male exposed, the cries of bliss breaking from the darkness of the enclosed space of Karma's mind. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying her best to suppress the thought.
"Must you speak of your private activities so blatantly and unashamed?" Karma turned once more.
"Fine, fine...No. I don't have anything to do so I am walking around. I was going to call up someone to have fun but I saw you and figured I could just hang around." Xander answered.
"That's significantly better, Xander."
"Significantly boring," he mumbled. "What're you up to?"
"I am seeking meditation. The botanical gardens feels like a well and fit calling for such." she returned. True, her mind was most at ease near the flora tended and care by the Rise of Thorns. She prayed that this time she could avoid the haunting of her worldly weakness, but she knew better than to expect different. Still, meditation has always relieved stress, and she really needed some stress relief.
The scene played again as if to taunt her for the alternative purpose. Karma shook her head.
"Meditation, huh? Guess I could use a sec to get some mind time." Xander added. Karma never denied anyone from joining her during meditations, and keeping the younger male from otherwise harassing his peers or antagonizing people into killing him was a reward as well. The two proceeded to the gardens together, Xander walking behind the Duchess with his hands buried in his coat pockets. The eyes that gathered to them weren't as intense as they were in the beginning. That progress all it's own was from the Enlightened One's constant efforts. Before people would look in shock and some points disdain at the Ionian leader accompanied with a Noxian summoner. Now, it was just gazes of greetings or apathy. There wasn't many too keen on relations between previously vying factions, and those that were kept to themselves largely due to the Institute's intolerance of discrimination.
Within moments the two were passing through the gardens, the sun overhead and scattered clouds to the calm day a welcoming encounter to the changing seasons. As they grew closer to the spot Karma traditionally uses to meditate, Xander caught eye to a familiar blonde female reading a book on a bench under a tree. While Karma was never one to mind his other relations, she happened to see him approaching the girl similarly to how he would her, and merely moved to her spot and sat down. She closed her eyes to clear her thoughts, but was listening intently to what he had planned.
"What chapter we reading today, miss?" he called, his tone smooth and low. Karma banished the small shudder it gave her. She needed to end this plague of resolve.
The girl looked up from her book, her rounded glasses framing her sky blue eyes as her expression fell to an irritated one. "Xander." she called coldly, closing her book quickly. "What do you want?" Karma suddenly heard the cry of bliss, the tone one octave higher than the girl's normal voice. This was the same female Xander had that night she caught him engaged in a deviant tangle of arousal. Karma couldn't hide the blush.
"C'mon, Wix. Don't throw the dagger at me now. Just wanted to see how you were doing," Xander reasoned, sitting beside the blonde and throwing his arm around her. She shied away, but he only moved closer. "Is that so wrong?"
"It wouldn't be if you did that the day after," She snapped. "Or at all after we..."
"Fucked? Wixille, you yourself said you just wanted to fuck. To get back at the douche boyfriend you had for fucking another girl." Xander retorted. "Besides you weren't so cold when I threw that match a while back to help you into platinum."
At that the Duchess' interest piqued, listening to the conversation like an owl listening for prey. He purposely lost to benefit her?
"You didn't throw the match for me, Xander. Your buddy Kendrick was on my team and you were win trading," the girl named Wixille shot back. Xander shushed her from her tone increasing.
"Dammit, Wix! You want us both to get in trouble?! Look, I know it didn't seem like I was doing it for you cause Ken was on your team, but I serious here! If I knew you actually wanted me to talk afterwards, I would have." Xander reasoned. "And besides, you weren't so mad before you found out he was on your team. I can still remember that little trick you pulled with your mouth after the game~"
Karma could likely fry an egg with how hot her cheeks burned at the mention. Even worse, somewhere deep down she wanted to know what he was talking about. "You're such a horn dog!"
"I prefer honest. You need to meet me with it, considering you were more than happy with the return of that." Xander ordered. "Tell me right here, right now. Are you looking for something now or for later? I'm always good for fun, but it's no different than a case if you're not meeting me halfway."
there was a long pause. "...Did...did you really mean it before when you said you gave that match for me?" the girl asked meekly.
"Tell me when your next one is, and I'll fix the summons to do it again," he offered. Karma couldn't keep her focus to herself anymore, now wide eyed and gazing at the summoner who was playfully molesting the female in his arm. Once again she was met with the sight of his hands scanning parts of her body, down to snaking into her pants. She shuddered softly, her breathing hitching. "That is, if you are willing to do some magic again?"
Wixille giggled sultrily, her lip caught between her teeth. "...Make my favorite magic stick disappear over...and over...and over~" she returned. Xander chuckled lowly before pulling the young woman into a heated kiss, the soft moans escaping her while the smack of their lips echoed into Karma's ears. Karma physically shuddered as the sound sent goosebumps through her. It wasn't until the hum of Wixille's summoner orb sounded that the two paused making out.
"I have a match, it's my placements too." Wixille spoke as she stood from the bench. Karma saw her buck lightly, no doubt from the well of arousal that sparked from their engagement on the bench.
"I can fix it for you, if you want." Xander offered.
"Can't. It's girls only for the get together tonight. Winner picks the place, loser pays."
"Dinner and a movie?" Xander joked. "Sounds kinky. Buncha chicks fighting over what their doing tonight then having an orgy on the losers expense. Invite me next time."
"You're nasty~" she purred. Karma could tell it was more to allure him than to condemn, and she couldn't figure why not. "Bye, Xander."
The summoner merely smiled as she departed. Karma could see his eyes firmly glued to the retreating backside of the blonde, be it from her blatant sway as she moved or his general appeal to the female posterior, it didn't matter to the Duchess one bit. What mattered in that moment was how flustered and angry she was feeling towards him for the numerous things wrong with their conversation.
AS Xander stood from the bench and walked over to the Duchess, he could see her furiously glaring at him, her fists clenched in her lap as she sat on the grass. "What did I do this time? I legitimately haven't been around to-"
"Tell me that you didn't actually give a League match for the benefit of your associate and that girl," Karma stormed suddenly, a shock to her as much as it was to him. "No less for sexual favor?! Have you no sense of morality, after all I have taught you?!"
"Now hold on, Karma. What I do and why I do it isn't much your concern unless it involves you, OK?" Xander retorted.
Karma nearly leapt from her spot on the grass, her eyes going red from the response Xander gave her. "It concerns me that you are willing to stoop so low as a Diamond rank summoner to purposely throw a match! I have done everything I could to show that you are someone better than what most expect of you, and you show it this way!"
"It was one match! And so what if I can mod another? Every summoner here can!" Xander argued. "You think I am the only one? You think what I am doing is the worst? Those diplomatic matches you champs fight half the time determine the lives of other people. I have literally met people who have died or had people taken from them because people rig the matches. I am getting mine the way everyone else gets theirs. Mine's just so happens to be a free fuck from a blonde and four hundred valors. A good time and free food. Sounds like pennies and nickels to the people lining their pockets or killing other people."
"How long until you see that you're only leading towards that reality? What is now just some free...f-fornication and funds could become getting rid of someone tomorrow! How am I to know you haven't stooped that far already?" Karma returned.
"You're not. And it's a little surprising that the pure and holy Duchess would be eavesdropping on someone's conversation." Xander shot back.
"Do not make me the enemy, Xander! You know what you're doing is wrong."
"So what? No one is hurt, and I get a blowjob. If you have a problem with my business, go cry a river." Xander shooed, dropping down to the ground and laying back with his hands behind his head. Karma was absolutely livid at him, her knuckles going white as her anger swelled where she stood. She roared out before spinning on her heel and storming away, leaving the summoner alone in the open while she searched for some way to relax. If that was possible.
Karma had not even paid attention to where she was going. She had not cared for the fearful or surprised looks from the other champions or summoners. She couldn't care less about anything besides the absurdity that came from the Noxian male's mouth.
H-How dare he?! How dare he! After everything we have been through, everything I have done for him! She raged, her mind a swirl of violent negativity that couldn't be quelled with her normal reasoning and meditation. She was disgusted with how open his advance was sexually, angered by his confession to not only giving a match willingly for his friend and the female, but offering to sabotage another for his own gain. Abashed that he would make her out to be a villain. He would commit crimes so vile for sex...with her?! Some summoner he hadn't a care in the world for until he saw her?!
Karma couldn't rationalize it there, but that truth was more infuriating than anything else. The fact that he'd willingly commit criminal activity to lay with another woman, and then admit it to the one he constantly badgers about was what boiled her blood. All this time she was haunted by seeing him vigorously fucking that girl, and he hadn't the care about how either of them truly felt. She shouldn't be so angry with him or the blonde, she shouldn't be feeling such levels of anger. More importantly, she shouldn't be as vehemently aroused as she was when they spoke of lewd acts.
It wasn't until the sultry giggle of the blonde female rang in her mind that Karma snapped out her angered stupor, noticing she somehow made her way to the Institute's main library. She noticed dozens of people either focused to their books or cautiously looking at her as she heaved, her heart rate going a mile a minute to her emotional state. She quickly paced to the back of the many rows of shelves and books. Finding herself a secluded spot where very few could see her vent.
She found a single table with a few chairs in a rather dark opening of the library, barely any sunlight reaching the corner where she stood. On the table was a few books with titles she wasn't focused upon immediately, as she quickly sat in the seat and rest her head into her hands and let her stresses simmer. It wasn't long before she saw on the table the names of the books left, and more importantly the Adult rating.
Karma picked up the open one, checking the cover and seeing the title. "Darkest Truths..." she repeated. She opened the book to one of the center pages, the sheets flying past until her eye caught the words 'hot' and 'fucking'. She turned back to the page she saw them, noticing the same words and tone repeated for long paragraphs, the detail and vividness of the words on pages igniting her imagination:
"...as knelt there, my pussy hot and longing for the fulfillment only he could give, I was denied my climax entirely from his tongue. A firm smack met my rear while his words cut through me.
"You wanted this, didn't you my sweet candy? My beautiful chocolate?" he calls, his hands soft on my skin as he teases my underwear from my hips. I bit my lip as I feel the cool air meet me. The taste of his cock still on my tongue. The taste of his triumph like gelatin in my throat as it is on my face. The emptiness on him not impaling me with his shaft is torturous, and he knows it."
Karma bit down on her lip the more she read, the words of the presumed female within the book ringing like a high pitched whine to her ears and shaking her core. Soon she finished the page she was on, then moved to the pages after. All the while she was growing hotter and hotter to the words written down. Her clothes grew tight on her suddenly, and her breathing labored as her free hand itched to move.
"he leaves his office, his day done and his body tired from all the meetings. All the conferences. it's then that I know he's he is willing to indulge my desires as I indulged him so long ago. I pull him from leaving, dragging him back to his office and nearly throwing him to his personal sofa.
"Someone is anxious. Did you miss me?" he calls, a mock no doubt to my sudden enthusiasm of what was originally his unwarranted control on me. I remain silent as I feast on his body, sculpted even through the fabrics of his suit. I waste no time in unbuttoning my shirt and leaping on him in a fit of passion and want.
If he wanted to control me, he would control the longing he forced upon me. One way or the other."
Karma didn't notice it, but she found herself no longer in the chair. She was seated against the bookshelf with one hand keeping the book open and another surveying her curves. All thoughts of what brought her here, what she was doing, what frustrated her melted in the second her hand met above her now erect nipple. The constriction of her clothes becoming unbearable now, her finger attempting to tweak the nub under her clothes. Her breathing grew desperate, just as her arousal became more apparent.
"His hands on my sides and mine on his chest and arms, I bounced happily upon his hard cock again and again. The seed that I drank meeting oxygen in savage gulps as cries of agonizing bliss rang from my voice box. His words are gone, the pleasure from fucking me leaving him as speechless as it left me loud. I threw my head back as he finally grabbed my breast, molesting it as I wanted him to.
"F-fuck yes…! Harder! God yes! You're so big!" I screamed. I felt him somewhat tackle me to the floor, his body on top of mine as he held my legs apart and razed my pussy with his cock. I looked down to see his organ disappear again and again, just as the feeling of fullness returned each time. Every nerve and fiber of my being, of my existence screamed for more. And as I sat there with dried semen on my chest and stomach, some leaking from my asshole as he explored and claimed there, I saw in his eyes the acceptance of what he made me into. Of what he created.
He stole me from my silence and solitude, abused me for my mistakes, and rewarded me for my obedience. And now, he claims me for what he made me into. His own box of fuckable chocolate.
He's not going back to that blonde bitch anymore."
At this point, Karma had not noticed her hand snaked into her dress completely, vehemently rubbing and pumping her wet pussy as she sat legs spread open. Her eyes rolled behind her head as the story repeated each moment of contact, replaced with her as the author. In some dark corner of thought, she remembered witnessing Xander and Wixille in that alley again. Their constant motions and the sound of skin slapping skin returning to her stronger than ever.
She placed herself in Wixille's place.
She came immediately.
Her eyes opened wide just in time to see a bright flash of light from her right. Reality dropped into her thoughts like a train into a brick wall. She turned and faced the source to see Xander knelt down at the corner of the table she sat at with his summoner orb out and a wide, sinister smile stretched on his face.
"X-Xander!" Karma called in shock, immediately closing her legs, throwing the book forward and covering her open breasts in one motion.
"Oh no. Don't mind me. I was just getting the good part~"
Xander heard the Duchess storm off, his eyes shut as he calmed down quickly from his annoyance. He figured if she wasn't going to give him the opportunity with her, why bother chasing. And when she discovered he used the blonde more as stress relief from his dry spell, he didn't care about her opinion. Quite frankly, if he's not fucking her, there's no reason to get upset about who he does fuck or how he got to fuck them.
Been trying forever to get with her. Now that I have someone on my dick, she gets pissy? Fuck off with that. He swore mentally, pulling out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and quickly lighting it with an ignite spell. Besides, it's not like I can't turn it on whatever higher up there is. Most of the tribunal and even the grand summoner herself did some shady shit. I've got nothing to lose.
In the momentary silence, the words of a familiar warrior rang into his mind. He paused mid pull of his cigarette, eyes widening as it dawned on him. Let me hear of one moment you harmed or infuriated her. Irelia chanted in his mind.
Fuck….
Oh fuck! HOLY FUCK! Xander jumped up from his spot on the ground and spat out his cigarette, immediately pulling out his summoner orb and activating the essence finder for the Duchess.
"HOLY HELL I HAVE TO FIND HER!" he shouted, sprinting as fast as he could to where his orb directed him. What sucked was that her mana trail went throughout most of the institute due to her routine walks through the halls and various areas. For minutes he was left running through halls and past numerous other people looking for something concrete on her location, peering back to his orb consistently for answers. It wasn't until he passed the library that his orb hummed stronger. The summoner went into the large space and peered around for the Duchess, not finding her immediately amongst the many now looking at him curiously.
"Come on...come on! Where are you?!" he speaks silently, looking back to his orb anxiously for the final answer to her whereabouts. Xander followed the pull of the orb as it directed him towards the back of the archives, seeing less and less people within the rows of shelves and books. It wasn't until he came to the few shelves before hitting the end that he heard some heavy breathing. He remained quiet as he dropped low to avoid being seen and peering through the cracks of the shelves for the source of the labored oxygen intake. There he vaguely saw the familiar jewelry of the Duchess as she rested on the floor, and with his interest piqued as he honed the breathing to her spot, he moved forward silently and slowly until he was peering around the shelf.
To see her legs open, book in hand, and head thrown back as her fingers fervently danced on her moistened sex.
The summoner widened his eyes, covering his mouth with his hand as he had witnessed something beyond what he would ever expect from anyone, Karma exclusively. Xander peered around once more to confirm what he was seeing, both shocked and delighted in the situation he found. He looked to his orb and smiled wickedly, before activating the clairvoyance function of the orb and sitting the orb to observe the Duchess as she pleased herself. He had to restrain his own laughter as he watch her continue to masturbate to the erotic book in her hand, marveling at the beauty and her exposed assets closely.
Can't wait for that date…
"W-what are you doing here?!" Karma called, shocked at the sudden attendance of the Noxian male.
"Well here is my counter question: What are you doing there?" he called, his voice low once more. "Havin' a little read there? Maybe getting some physical enjoyment from the few paragraphs?"
"Th-that's not- I don't...You…!" she stuttered, realizing that her position only grew worse as he spoke and she remained there.
"Maybe this is what you do when no one is around? Have a 'session' to ease the day to day? I can tell ya now, they make toys for that!" he joked, laughing at his statement heartily at her expense. She shushed him to keep attention from the archives.
"Will you keep it down?! I can't have anyone see me like this!" she ordered, fumbling as she attempted to adjust herself before any worse came to be.
"I'd be more concerned with how photogenic you are when you're masturbating~" Xander shot back, spinning his orb around to show a clear picture of undoubtedly the Duchess with her hands literally down her underwear and her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her mouth parted as the moan she wanted to sing barely grazing the tip of her tongue before she came. Karma covered her mouth, stunned that she was able to see herself in a primal and raw expression, her cheeks burning hot enough to turn solid wood to ash. "Think I'll keep this as a wallpaper. Might even show a few people."
If the Duchess wasn't dark in skin tone, she would be whiter than a ghost. "You can't! Delete that image!" she pleaded, attempting to jump to grab the orb but watching the summoner grab it and spin around to the other side of the shelf. She followed him, albeit wobbly as her body recovered from the coital strain.
"But what do I have to accompany the video?" Xander returned, now playing back the four and a half minutes of hearing the soft moans and heavy breathing of the Ionian with her hand tending her core. Karma chased him, cautious of finding another person this deep in the archives to hear of see them.
"Xander please! I will do anything! Just delete that video and remove that picture!" Karma called, her shout hushed in her voice to a whisper as she spun yet another corner. She was surprised to feel Xander grab her shoulders and throw her against the shelf, a few books falling off besides them as he loomed before her.
"anything? Those are dangerous words, and I will take the offer before you realize it," he boomed, the darkness in his voice once again sending shivers through Karma's body. She held her breath as he pressed himself closer.
"P-please, be reasonable...I will ignore...your deceitful actions if you just-"
"Oh? haven't you heard beggars can't be choosers? You said anything so desperately just now that it means something to you, and I am going to take that," he pressed, cupping her face to look at him directly. Karma could feel the heat radiate off his skin. "Let's make it simple. For a long, long time, I have been looking for a moment with you in a more intimate space. You cooperate with me, say...this Friday night? I'll delete all evidence of this and I won't show it to anyone."
Karma gulped, her body caught in the dangerous trap of accepting what was no doubt an invitation to satisfying his desires and being ridiculed and berated for delving into darker fantasies. For some reason, she could see the book she was reading play back in her mind, the darkest truth of her being the heroine whom spoke of her being stolen away and used for her mistake. He gave her two choices, obey or fall. It was a painful choice, and one that could ruin her image as a champion and an Ionian ambassador, let alone as an individual woman. One that she knew the only choice to.
She didn't have any choice.
"...T-two hours..." Karma mumbled, looking away from the male to avoid his hawk like gaze.
"Come again?" he spoke.
"I w-will oblige...your demands for t-two hours. If you promise to remove the evidence..." she explained. Xander's smile couldn't be any wider as he heard her acceptance. Using her vulnerable positioning, Xander pulled her into a kiss, taking the Duchess by surprise at how forceful and soft the lip lock was. It was brief and chaste, but for some reason the Duchess felt a wave of something foreign rush through her, goosebumps collecting on her body like a shiver of cold ran over her back.
He broke the kiss off, a small strand of saliva bridging their lips as their breathing mingled for a second. "And now I get to finally taste my box of chocolates~. You have a deal, babe." Xander returned, moving off from over the Duchess. "And just so we're not too far from each other and you happen to try and wiggle out of it, I am going to lock your mana essence into my orb so only I can summon you until we meet." With that, Xander moved back towards the main row of the shelves to leave, taking one last hungry glance at the Duchess and licking his lips. With the summoner gone, the Ionian slid down from her legs to sit, her worlds seemingly crashing in itself as she was caught in a dangerous tangle with a Noxian summoner. If she told anyone else, they would either deny it or challenge him, to which he would no doubt expose the video and picture to prove himself.
"What have I done…?" Karma thought, remembering that their engagement was scheduled for Friday night, and Tuesday was just finishing.
This was going to be a long week.
This week was painful and torturous.
Karma arrived to the Summoner residency in her Traditional outfit, her fans gone from her as she had no use for them with what was expected. She stared up to the several stories of numerous houses and gulped as she pulled out the slip containing the exact address of the summoner's abode. Her body going cold, she walked into the apartment like she was stepping to her execution.
It wouldn't have been as bad as it was, had the summoner not used any reason to pull the Duchess from whatever she was doing to meet with him. What Karma discovered was that summoners bound or temporarily locked to champions have the ability to summon them at any point in time for anything. Be it while she was meditating, discussing things with her own faction, or the more humiliating moment of which she was pulled from her own privacy in her shower to 'ensure nothing fishy was happening'. It was worse when he happened to pull her at the time she attempted to satisfy herself again within the shower instead of a public space, looking to rekindle the foreign yet blissful feeling from what the book gave her.
I was worried you were chatting with the Blade Dancer about what's happening on Friday. Good to know and see you're as anxious as I am to get to the point, though! She recalled, his laughter at her predicament like the screech of glass against glass. It was in that moment that he made a specific demand to their engagement, in which she is attired in her Traditional outfit and he 'owns' her completely for the time frame, no questions or retorts allowed. Of course, she had no choice but to agree, and this was left with the burning embarrassment of being stuck where he pulled her to (which was a men's bathroom, horrifically enough), being analyzed from head to toe while wet, naked and shivering. The hungry glare was like ice to her heated body, and it wasn't until she begged him to teleport her back to her home that he finally freed her from humiliation.
Now she was moving up the staircase, or in her opinion, tying the rope around her neck.
Two hours...all I need is to obey his words for two hours. She chanted mentally as she arrived to the floor. The plate on the wall told of the directions where specific rooms were located. Maybe he just needs something smaller…
She prayed and pleaded for nothing to come of what was about to happen but she knew better than that. Xander made it clear with everything that he was looking to finally have sex with her. What horrified her was that deep down, she still remembered her lingering want to replace the blonde summoner way back in the alley, which meant she wanted to as well. She was playing a dangerous game with a wolf, and instead of letting the sheep she was be devoured simply, he was going to savor every bit of it for as long as he can.
Turning the final corner, she saw the summoner leaning against the wall with his orb in hand, a wide smile stretched on his face as she could see what was some sort of tracker reading her exact location. He turned to see her looking at him, and they held their gaze at one another for a few seconds before he put his orb down.
"You showed up."