Darius sighed deeply. Things just weren't going his way at all. Unfortunately for him, he had already made plans to go on a series of public outings with his brother for all of the Tuesdays through December, and it was August. Draven had outright opposed the idea, spending time with his brother was far from his idea of style, but Darius had insisted, knowing it would be good for the citizens of Noxus to see two of their most famous champions living it up. Moral could only be ignored for so long, even Swain knew that.
Darius hadn't exactly been looking forward to the events and the day he had been having was bad enough to ruin each one until December. Nonetheless, he had appeared at the ballroom, where the first event was to be a spectacular party thrown by the two brothers. He was not carrying the familiar axe that was usually at his side, and had switched out the noxian armor with a nice black suit, with crimson highlights. Draven, he was sure, would be wearing something much more ostentatious.
He was greatly surprised when his brother arrived in a relatively modest (the last one had been equipped with fireworks) carriage, where his brother stepped out and was gloomily wearing a very similar suit to Darius' own. Draven waved off the mostly plain carriage (it only had wing ornamentation on the top of it) and began to walk over to his brother. After receiving a questionative look, Draven said, "Don't ask about the suit. This is for Noxus and we're wearing the same style. I just wish I could've gotten to your tailor first."
Darius gave a issued a deep chuckle, as causing frustration in his brother was one of the few things that still consistently brought merriment to his complexion. Draven was about to reply before he noticed something.
"You have girl troubles," Draven blatently said.
Darius stopped, slightly slack-jawed before regaining composure and saying under his breath, "Shut up, this is a public function, we can talk about it later."
Now it was Draven's turn to stop his usual flair that would occupy his hands. He turned back to Darius and said, "No, we can talk about it now." The Noxian brothers had one of their legendary staring matches, before Darius eventually gave in and pulled Draven off to the side, where few, if any, would be able to hear their conversation.
"Look," Darius said quickly to his brother, "You know I was becoming intimate with-"
"We knoooohhhhhhw," Draven said, drawing out the sound and expressing boredom along with extreme arrogance, "You and LeBlanc were totally doing the dirty, or," he gained a glint in his eye, "You were trying to."
Darius sighed before going on, "Yes, I was courting the leader of the Black Rose, before I found out that not only had I been naive in believing I could play the role without growing attached, but that she wouldn't beat me to the punch." Draven sat quietly for the first time in at least two months while Darius drew another deep breath. "Anyway, she was only pretending for the power, and I found her with another man," he finished, seeming un-hurt, but Draven could tell that the deceiver had cut deeper than most would ever realize.
It would be too cliche to say that Draven felt a desire to help protect his brother's back against underhanded schemes like this, after all, they hated each other, but his blades could always use more victims. "Tell you what," He said, full of bravado, "I'll kill the bitch and you can drink wine out of her skull."
Darius gave Draven an unamused look.
"What?" Asked the executioner, voice full of light and merriment at his brothers predicament, "I'm just saying, you can't court your way out of a bar full of sluts."
Darius practically snorted in amusement. "Brother," he said, "You are not as skilled at wooing women as you think you are."
Draven's eyes gained a glint, as he said, "Want to bet?" in a gloriously mischievious voice.
Darius paused, he had been the fool for many of Draven's bets before. "What would be the perameters and stakes?" he asked cautiously.
Draven's smile intensified, and grew yet more disturbing as he explained, "I will seduce all women of the league that are . . . well . . . seduce-able, and if I win, these public functions are cancelled."
Darius would have been horrified, if it weren't his brother. "You seem to have forgotten one aspect," he said gruffly, "What do I get if you lose?"
Draven lifted his palms towards the sky while he closed his eyes and shook his head back and forth. "That's simple," he replied, voice filled in mirth, "You'd have the satisfaction of seeing me fail such an embarrasing task."
Darius thought for a moment. He knew this was ridiculous, but on some level he was filled with morbid curiosity. Would Draven even succeed? he asked himself. Eventually he settled on the idea that he really didn't want to take part in the public functions either, "Fine," he said deeply, voice full of serious conviction, "On the condition that I get to pick who you start on."
This will be good, Draven thought to himself as he nodded his assent. His brother was far too strong to simply want Draven to perform the revenge that was surely eventually called for upon Leblanc. No, it would be something far more sinister, unless . . . no, wait, not-
"You shall start on Riven, the exile."
Draven sat alone in his private room at the Institute of War. He was sitting in one of the two comfortable sitting chairs that were in his room. Thinking about it, Draven realized that the layout of someone's room was quite telling as referred to their personality. Draven's room had one chair at the table, which was off to the side of the room, two comfortable sitting chairs in front of a mirror that faced the ornate bed that he had gone out of the way to secure. One chair at the table meant meals alone, whereas two chair facing the bed meant possible and likely romantic conquests were planned for.
Draven snickered to himself, few champions here would probably grasp the idea behind such detail, but Draven was cunning, and always looking for ways to press his advantage. His brother had been motivated only by the need to demonstrate true strength during their rise to power. Draven had only ever wanted to find the excitement in life, craving the limelight more than anything.
Recently, life had become boring. This new plot was going to be fun indeed. As an added bonus, it would also get him out of these weekly public appearences with his drab brother and the other nobility of Noxus. There was almost no down side to this adventure.
Draven sighed. Yes there was. Riven. Of all people for him to get back into the game of seduction with, it would have to be "Riven the Butcher." They had hardly ever seen each other, as they had risen to fame during different Noxian campaigns, but Draven had been in contact with her somewhat before they had joined the league, and plenty afterwards. She was only more problematic than she used to be.
Draven considered what he knew about her. She was one of the strongest warriors of Noxus and perhaps the whole of Valoran; indeed, she was in flow with herself, both mentally and physically. Draven had achieved such a focus, but it was much simpler than her's. She built everything that she was right now out of discipline, finely honing each aspect of her pesonality as much as the craftsmen had on her once complete blade. The fact she could restore the blade through pure mental focus alone was enough to dissuade Draven from persuing her on the fields of justice, let alone sexually in private.
Draven sighed again, this time deeper, slowing down his heart rate to give himself the appearance of more time. It was the opposite of what he would do on the fields of justice, instead of speeding up his heart to give his body increased speed, he was slowing down his heart, to force his body into relaxing and giving his mind complete clarity. Draven would only ever employ this technique when something required serious planning and thought. In other words, he used it almost never.
Riven was old-fashioned. War was unnecessary in her opinion. Power could be demonstrated through duels and the like. Power would gain respect and in turn influence. In this way, the Noxian ideal still lived. Those with physical power held political power. The strongest in Noxus were both feared and respected, giving them political sway. However, among the most politically powerful, were not necessarily the most physically powerful. In this way, Riven probably resents most of the noble class of Noxus. At least they could talk about that mutually then.
Draven knew he was scraping the surface. Riven was not just disciplined, she was patient. She wanted change, but was willing to sit out and wait for it forever. She was an immovable cliff of rock that would stand before the blistering sands ages before it became a pile of sand itself. She lived in solitude, and devoted her time to honing her resolve through meditation.
Suddenly, Draven had a sobering thought. If she's always been so disciplined and spent all of that time on honing her skills, Draven cautiously put the pieces together, What if she's still a virgin? So many of her little perks became clear as to why they existed. Most women of the league were confident in their bodies, some outright flaunting them as an advantage. Riven had never been one to do such, nor was she ever one to spend time in any Institute of War bathroom.
She would always just take care of such things in private, and that's just what her sexual life had been, private. Draven groaned in frustration out loud. This made everything uncommonly complex. Darius had known this. Draven was sure of it. Why else had the large brute smiled so maniacally when he had said her name?
Draven knew he would require aid now. There was nothing he could even begin to do with a virgin if they didn't share at least one moment of comraderie. Fortunately, he knew just who to ask a favor of.
After telling his brother where the encounter would take place, Draven became even more sure of his plan. It could not fail. There was no woman on Valoran that wouldn't fall before his feet with this tactic. Upon arrival, Darius expressed uncertainty.
"How can you be sure this isn't just going to backfire terribly?" he demanded, in the usual brutally deep voice.
"Allow me to teach you something useful," Draven began, ready to explain, "Love is the most common cause for relations of an intimate nature to occur, and love itself is nothing more than friendship that has grown beyond the boundries of their friendship." Draven stopped to smile, and turn his head slightly, creating a winning smile before going on, "Friendship is born of common experiences, so all I have to do is start the friendship process with Riven, and the rest will be easy."
Darius looked at Draven, clearly unimpressed. "Yes," he said sarcastically, "All you have to do is befriend the exile of Noxus, because that will be easy."
Draven nodded enthusiastically, for he had a plan. And it was completely Draven. The brothers slowly strode into the bar and took a back corner table, not wanting to draw too much attention. Draven's information had proved correct regarding the bar that Riven would regularly attend, as she was currently sitting at the bar, facing away from the door. The establishment itself was simple, if not a little run down looking. It had clearly been the sight of a few brawls in it's time, and bore marks on the walls to prove it.
Much to Draven's glee, Riven was not wearing her sword on her belt. This is like stealing candy from a baby, he thought alone. Then again, according to Talon anyway, babies had quite the iron grip, and were nothing to be trifled with in the streets of Noxus. It still was a good sign for Draven, as his sneaky plan began to take effect.
Riven was drinking her usual amount, Draven knew this from bribing the bartender before it had opened. Everything about the situation was adding up. The bar faced away from the door, Riven was sticking to her consumption habits, Darius wasn't messing anything up and actually finding fulfillment in watching how Draven's plan would play out. Draven smiled his typical Draven smile before reaching for the ever present axes that were strapped to his back. Although he was wearing more common evening wear, Draven always wore his axes strapped to his back, along with a couple sneaky smaller axes that were collapsed and attached to his legs, behind the calves, waiting for a rainy day where he'd be called to use them.
Upon retreiving the axes from behind him, Draven was happy to see plans were right on schedule when the front door of the pub practically flew off the hinges when a large monstrosity lumbered through the door. Dr. Mundo rose to his full height after lumbering through the small doorway. His head almost touched the 8 foot tall ceiling. One foot twisted partially to the side, the good doctor shambled through the now nearly silent establishment to the center of the room. He looked into all the four corners of the place before resting his eyes on Draven's.
A small nod from both of them confirmed that the plan was in motion. In the corner of his eyes, Draven saw his brother shaking his head in disbelief. Dr. Mundo had owed Draven after a certain local dispute regarding the doctor's "experiments" with the local flora had enraged an enviromentally conscious citizen and Draven had been the one to convince her otherwise. Looking back, Draven realized, it was the last time he had engaged in the fine art of seduction till now, and it had been almost a year ago. Draven shook his doubts to the back of his mind, the show must go on.
Mundo shambled forward the rest of the way to the bar, where he stopped directly behind the Noxian exile. At this point, Draven was slightly peturbed. Riven made no movement to indicate that she was worried about the Zaunite's position, let alone that she even realized he was there. Is she too drunk to realize what is going on around her? Draven thought furiously.
The good doctor was quite prepared to go much farther. His instructions had been clear: Go as far as to make Riven squeal for help. "MUNDO GOEZ WHERE HE PLEAZEZ," he said at normal volume, which was of course loud enough for the floorboards to vibrate from the force. He then grabbed Riven's shoulders and threw her off to the left, clearly intending to sit in her seat. Everyone expected Riven to go flying to the floor, but that was far from what happened. She had been in too many bar fights, was too disciplined, had too much acrobatic experience to simply fall to the floor.
Instead she twisted through the air to lean towards Mundo as she planted her feet hard into the ground, skidding along the wooden floor until she came to a stop at the end of the bar. Draven looked on in horror as Riven instantly charged the purple giant with no weapons other than her hands. Indeed his plan was to save her, but was there any way she could make it any less difficult? The exile dashed into the immovable mass and was somehow able to push him backwards. This didn't seem to shock Mundo at all, who then lifted his right arm high into the air, demonic cleaver in hand.
Draven knew he would have to act now or Riven might actually get seriously hurt. The exile knew this apparently as well, but time seemed to slow down as the cleaver decended upon her form. Or it would have, if a large spinning axe hadn't mangled the good doctor's wrist before popping up into the air and flying backwards. Draven now stood upon a table near the center of the room as he caught the wicked axe deftly before it hit the groud. He kept it spinning as he caught it, knowing that the very image of him, bathed in light, spinning an axe in each hand, triumphantly grinning towards the imposing giant at the bar would make any woman's heart skip a beat. In this pose, even Gangplank would look like a knight in shining armor.
Dr. Mundo turned quickly to face this new assailant, not seeming to care about the wound on his wrist that almost instantly stopped gushing blood. Before everyone's eyes, the wound stitched itself back together, while Mundo simply sat there smiling demonically at Draven in his majestic pose. Draven readied himself to move into action, as the fight between himself and Dr. Mundo was only for show. Both of them knew to stop fighting before anything got really serious. Then Riven surprised everyone by jumping onto Mundo from behind, and forcing one of her arms around the tree-trunk throat of the grotesque man.
Draven seriously doubted that constant pressure would actually cause the monstrosity to lose consciousness, but it would piss him off. Draven's assumption proved correct as Mundo began to charge forward, activating the flames inside his blood to spin around him and set anything they came into contact with on fire. Two things happened at this point; first, everyone in the room began screaming and running for their lives, second, Draven immediately threw an axe directly into Mundo's face and backflipped towards the door. The axe buried itself into purple flesh before popping out once again and flying towards where Draven had already lept.
Mundo paid the damage no heed, even though his nasal cavaties were easily viewable from the damage caused; instead, he rushed onward, eyes locked onto the lone Noxian target. Knowing that Mundo was unlikely to stick to the original deal at this point, Draven pivoted a spinning axe and let it loose in one fluid motion, angling it horizontally and aiming at Mundo's midsection. The amount of force that was contained in the axe as it landed in the purple man's side was great enough to force him over a few feet, making him stumble slightly and slow down. Draven anticipated this movement and let loose his other spinning axe, once again aimed directly at Mundo's face, before running to the left, attempting to keep as much space between him and the madman of Zaun as possible.
Although the second spinning axe did just as was expected and solidly landed in the open crevace of Mundo's face before spinning out of it and coming back to where Draven expected, it was greatly concerning to Draven that his first axe had not popped back out of it's target, staying lodged in Mundo's torso. "Why thank you," Draven taunted as he caught the spinning axe before immediately throwing it again. This time he moved further to the left, attempting to lead Mundo around the room continuously. The axe was aimed at Mundo's midsection, and it successfully tore deeply into the monstrous man's front, before popping into the air as usual, leaving a deep gash into the area reserved for Mundo's internal organs.
Draven caught the axe again, "Too easy," he taunted again, undaunted by how Mundo's internal processes raged onward even with as much punishment as he had taken. Suddenly, Draven realized that Riven was still on Mundo's back, even though the flames that continually spun were burning her terribly. Speed was an attribute to be desired now, and Draven mercilessly threw his remaining axe over and over, kiting Mundo across the floor, leaving inhuman blood in pools everywhere. Eventually, the good doctor managed to close melee range to Draven and raised the savage cleaver high into the air, before abruptly falling over.
Mundo fell backwards in slow motion, landing hard upon the woman still clutched to his back. The flames disappeared as quickly as they had come, and Draven scrambled forward to unearth Riven from the heap of meat that still drew breath before him. Riven's arms were still firmly locked onto Mundo's throat, and had made an impression as deep as nearly 2 inches. Somehow, Riven had managed to deprive Mundo's brain of oxygen for long enough that he had passed out. Now Mundo shivered and pulsated, slowly stitching together all the damage Draven had dealt only minutes before.
However, Riven was completely buried under the writhing mass of Mundo, and Draven had to squarely set his shoulders and brace his hands and feet before he could push the good doctor off the surprisingly strong woman. What Draven uncovered was not a pretty sight. One of Riven's eyes were closed and nearly all of her body, let alone her face, was covered in burns that made the skin swell up, bodily fluids desperately attempting to cool down the skin. Draven became seriously worried.
What if Riven died. This plan had been built upon the idea of both her not getting involved in the actual fight, and having it end before any serious damage was done. While Mundo would almost certainly make a full recovery, Riven's situation was somewhat more desperate. The only reason they could take this kind of damage on the fields of justice were the safeties contained in each match, made possible by the nexus that they fought to destroy. Were Riven to die here, it would be very permanent.
Draven lifted his head and looked around through the leaping flames that Mundo had spread to many tables and chairs. There was nobody left in the bar. Well, there Was his brother off sitting in the same corner that they had started out at, but Darius would commonly sit to let Draven conquer his own problems. Such was the Noxian way, after all.
Knowing no help would be incoming soon, Draven lifted the exile over his shoulder and picked his path through the burning debris to get to the door. As he neared the door, Darius was there to open it for him, saying while he did so, "Sure looks like you have everything under control, Draven."
Draven sarcastically smirked in response as he pushed his way out into the crowd of people gathered outside the faintly smoking bar. It didn't take him long to find an emergency healer and get the medic to heal the exile as he gently stretched her out on a temporary cot set up for triage. Then the waiting game began. Riven would eventually wake up, and Draven had to be the first person she saw, otherwise what had transpired was just a grudge match between Dr. Mundo and Draven where Riven was just the catalyst.
No. Instead he would wait. Weeks if that was what it took. He was commited to seeing this bet through, if only to prove he could still do it. However, Draven thought, The job has never been this hard before.
A solid day passed and Draven remained at the exile's side. She had been moved to a slightly more permanent medical observation center, where they had concluded that there was nothing wrong with Riven's body physically, but she had most likely sustained some amount of psychological damage from the flames. Draven had been adament about staying by her side throughout the whole ardurous process. Were she to wake up in the middle of an examination, he would still have to be the first to greet her. He would go so far as to replicate the paparazzi photo of Shen in a surgeon gown that had been taken while he was going undercover. However, Draven would not have had to deal with glowing eyes, and would probably have had a significantly easier time pulling off such a disguise.
It had not been needed however, and now he simply sat near Riven's bed, in her private room in the pseudo-hospital. Draven was lucky, in that Riven had no close family or friends that had come to see her. It meant that he didn't have to find ways to explain why he was there. Draven leaned his head back in exhaustion. Why did this plan have to go badly? Draven thought. Draven can do it all, he grimly thought, But apparently the planning department could use some work.
After a large yawn, Draven realized how much time he had just spent in the last 24 hours simply staring at a woman. It had been a long time since he had been forced to put in this much effort to conquer a woman. He brushed the thought from his mind and tried to occupy his sleep-deprived mind with other topics. Unfortunately it didn't work and he began to go back to simply staring at Riven some more.
Her eyes were closed peacefully, and she was fortunate that the healing spell cast by the medic had repaired her hair as well, so it was still the same length as always and just as white as normal. She was lying down on her back in a simple hospital gown, which was very uncomplementary to her natural curves she posessed; indeed, Draven had guessed that her breasts were of medium-large size although they seemed downright nonexistant under the hospital gown. Instead Draven found himself looking to her face more than her other assets.
Her countenence was usually obscured by a slightly frustrated and concentrated expression, whereas now, she was completely neutral in expression. She looked younger without a scowl upon her face, giving her an innocent appearance, although Draven knew better. There had been a reason she was called "Riven the Butcher" before becoming an exile. Her skin itself was slightly coffee colored in tone, giving her skin a creamy cafe color.
Draven shook his head violently. Yes, she had qualities befitting physical beauty, but no, now was not the time to be admiring them. Then again, Draven thought, No, no, nevermind. He would be completely capable of performing the act in a non-violent way while she was unconscious, but that had not been the terms of the deal, and he'd put in enough effort that it was worth doing it right. Draven rested his hand on his forhead before brushing it down the length of his face before giving in and leaning back completely, allowing the stress of the last day to drain out of his body a little.
Draven woke up. It was no longer light outside. He had been asleep for hours. He bolted upright before finding almost what he feared most. Riven had already woken up and fallen back to sleep in the time he was sleeping. He could tell because now she rested on her side, with significantly less monitoring hextech strapped to her. Interestingly enough, She was facing his direction while sleeping, meaning she had for sure known he was there when going back to sleep. What this meant, Draven couldn't know, but he did know that most times, a slight emotional attachment was upgraded from any basic encounter.
Draven's new plan had been to be there when she woke up and exclaim how much he had worried about how she was doing after bravely helping her fight Dr. Mundo. Then his plan involved "randomly" meeting her at another bar she would go to, getting her drunk, and taking her to bed. Strangely enough, Draven didn't like that plan for some reason. Something about it just seemed a little off. He sighed, now the plan was to stay here and sleep until morning when he would try to salvage what of his plan could be manageable.
Suddenly he heard rustling and bolted upright once again to find Riven rustling from her sleep. Slowly her eyes opened and Draven realized now was his time to strike. He quickly got up and rushed over to the former Noxian. "Hey, Riven," Draven said in the softest tone he could muster, "I was kinda worried about you for a second there."
Riven managed to finish waking up and rolled onto her back to look at Draven easier. "Listen, Draven," she said slowly clearly still tired from the massive physical abuse she took the day before, "I don't know what kind of an angle you're working here, but since the hospital isn't going to let me go back to my place at the Institute alone, you're going to help me out as payback for that grudge match you had with the good doctor."
Draven's heart sunk a little before he remembered this was a powerful Noxian warrior, it was unlikely her feelings would be betrayed through a strained bedside meeting. "Ok, sure," he replied evenly, "I'll see you home safe."
Riven swung her legs out of the sheets and stood up off the bed, leaving the two in close proximity, though Riven didn't betray any kind of uncomfortable feelings from it. Instead she simply grabbed the bag of her personal effects that were next to her bed and took Draven's hand before closing her eyes and activating the teleport spell that was afforded to all champions to get back to their accomodations. In the brief moments before the teleportation spell took effect, Draven noticed that Riven's hand was both firm and dainty, strong and vulnerable.
Then there was a yellowish flash before they suddenly appeared in a mostly barren apartment. It was the same size as Draven's, but lacked the same amount of furniture. There was a very small table, with only one plain wooden chair at it, two slightly more comfortable chairs closer to the door that exactly faced each other, and a standard queen size bed on the far wall from the door. There was a bathroom besides everything else, but that was it. Draven was startled when Riven suddenly almost collapsed, having to rely on her hand grasped onto Draven's.
"Do you want help getting onto the bed?" Draven asked, becoming more concerned that the exile would not quite be able to fully recover if this was what "fully recovered physically" meant.
"Actually," Riven said sardonically, "No, no I don't need any help, it's not like my body was covered in horrific burns only a day ago."
Draven heard the sarcasm and reached down sweeping his left arm behind Riven's knees while he held onto her shoulders, causing him to pick her up in the typical "man carrying woman" pose. He could tell Riven rolled her eyes, but she didn't vocally protest, so he went ahead and carried her from the door to the bed on the opposite wall, where he set her down on the bed gently. "There," Draven said allowing some comfort to creep into his tone, "Are you going to be ok?"
Riven was about to answer before she thought better of it and paused momentarily. "Draven," She said exhaustedly, "What the fuck happened in the bar? I remember us both attacking Mundo, but what the hell was Mundo doing in the bar?"
Draven smiled involuntarily before saying, "Well, you know, Mundo goes where he pleases, I just decided to help because you definitely don't deserve to have the madman of Zaun attack you when you are without your sword."
Riven gave a half-hearted smile before replying, "Well, ok."
She paused for a moment before dropping back to a puzzled and unhappy look. "What are you doing here? You and I aren't exactly enemies, but we're far from allies," she asked flatly.
Draven let go of a long sigh, thinking fast to come up with a plan of action. "Well," he said slowly, "Let's just say you certainly are deserving of respect, and I respect that respect."
Riven knew she wasn't going to get a straight answer out of the glorious executioner, but started to get a different idea. Perhaps he could be useful to her after all. "You ever have one of those nights where you know you aren't going to be able to sleep easily?" she asked.
Draven paused, turned his head into a thinking position, and tried to think of a time where he had not slept well, but then remembered that he always got plenty of sleep so he could look completely Draven the next day. "Not really, I always just fall right asleep because I know that I need to," Draven said matter-of-factly. "Do you have any particular ways to-" He was cut off when he looked back to Riven.
She had taken off the hospital gown and was lying completely open for Draven's eyes on top of the sheets. "I do have one way, but I'll need your help to do it," she said.
Draven was not just stunned. He was completely shocked. Riven's breasts were indeed medium-large, the areola's were only slightly darker than her creamy colored skin, and the nipples were already robustly firm in the cool air of the room. The single lamp in Riven's room cast very little light, but Draven could make out Riven's womanhood, and could see lubrication glinting in the meager light. It was very overly apparent what Riven was referring to. Clearly Draven had been mistaken when he had assumed that Riven was a virgin.
It was almost too easy, but Draven began to wonder if he wanted it to be more difficult. The sheer amount of time he had poured into this venture alone entitled him to an explaination. Draven realized he had been subconsciously leaning into Riven when he pulled back sharply and aksed, "Look, I actually have a lot to gain from this, but I feel like I'm entitled to an explaination."
Riven's expression dulled and she slightly cocked her head at him in annoyance before saying "As a master of ki, I am completely in tune with my body and it's processes. Sex is nothing more than a way to deal with the stress of the everyday to me." Then she paused for a moment before continuing saying, "And I don't like to owe people, so this serves two functions."
The cogs slipped into place in his brain as he understood. Then he was partially embarresed. Of course a ki master would be in tune with their body, after all, it wasn't like she was some sort of saint or anything. Draven felt truly silly, but didn't betray that feeling as he focused in on what was happening at the moment.
Draven leaned into Riven, embracing her lips with his and taking in her scent. He supported his weight on one arm while kneading her breasts with the other one, drawing slight squirms of pleasure from the woman below him. Their mouths opened and allowed the pink muscles within to wrestle with each other, allowing Draven to taste the inside of her perfectly sculpted mouth. Riven returned the gesture by slowly dismantling his elaborate outfit. Draven would lift an arm up when needed for the exile to strip his upper body clothing, before bringing it back down to continute his relentless assault on her breasts.
Eventually it was time for them to break away from the kiss so that Draven could continue getting undressed. They reluctantly separated tongues, and paused a moment to stare into each other's eyes. Draven looked into her light brown (almost orange) orbs and knew she was looking into his at the same time. Then he pushed himself up and stood off the edge of the bed, where he was about to remove his pants before Riven's hands were already there, grasping at his crotch and unlatching assorted barriers between her and his already mostly erect manhood.
In the dim light, Draven could not see her face beneath her white locks, not allowing him to see her expression. He did have a great view of her backside that stretched out behind her as she struggled further with his pants. Her caramel skin was unblemished along her sculped back, until his gaze reached her shapely ass. It was plump, but not grotesquely so; full, but not exagerated. Beneath her ass was her thin and powerful legs, which Draven could see held some scars from her past, but it only seemed to drive his desire to explore her body more. He was filled with an uncontrollable desire to reach out and grasp her firm caramel buttocks and squeeze the shapely curves therein, but before he could do so, Riven managed to unclasp the last barrier between her and Draven's penis, which burst forth from the constraints, clearly fully erect after his appreciation of Riven's creamy caramel skin and backside.
Although Draven couldn't see her expression, he could see her head jerk back in surprise at the arrival of his member to the scene. Clearly, she hadn't expected his size to be quite that full. Draven knew he was slightly larger than average, but not grotesquely so. Even still, Riven was slow in her grasping of his cock, allowing her hands to trace various veins and edges, touching all the sensitive spots along it, before resting it in the palm of one of her hands. A small droplet of pre-cum began to make it's way out of his urethra before Riven had even done any serious movement along it's length.
Then she grasped it firmly in one hand and jerked back and forth along it's length as her tongue seeped out of her mouth and slowly traced the edges of his second head. Before the pre-cum fell to the floor, she took it with her tongue and licked it around on his erection, lubricating it as intended. Before he knew it was happening, Riven stuffed the man-meat within her mouth, submerging it halfway within her perfect lips.
The sudden pleasure almost drove Draven to climax right then and there, but he held on, twitching his other limbs wildly to vent some of the pure bolts of energy that were being sent up his spine. Unable to control himself any more, Draven swivled and sat down on the bed, lied back, and picked up Riven's fine butt in one fluid motion, before setting her down atop his face.
It was time to return some of the favor. Allowing the pleasure he was getting to exit his mind, Draven focused on lightly testing the entrance to Riven's vagina with his tongue. He traced her lips, nibbled at her cheeks, and then moved in to suck on her most sensitive spot. Before that moment Riven's body had given slight shudders to indicate the pleasure being induced; when Draven took her clit within his lips and suckled it, her legs completely lost control, causing her stomach to fall upon his. Her soft skin rubbed along his as her continued his assault on her vaginal hood, drawing squeaks of pleasure from Riven herself along with an excess of lubricants brought to her entryway. Without use of her legs, Riven's breasts were also planted firmly on his crotch, just abover where she was still at work on his erection. Draven tasted her essence as it leaked out of her crevasse; it was bittersweet, and reminded him of a candy he and his brother had favored when they were little children in Noxus.
Draven would not give in, as Riven continued to suck and jerk him. Then she surprised him and brought his dick inbetween her tits, holding the head in her mouth as she rubbed his cock with her soft curves. The feeling was almost too much for Draven until he brought a finger up and plunged it into her warm, inviting flesh. He could tell she wasn't a virgin for sure now, although, not by far. It was likely, from his judging she hadn't had too many intimate relations of this kind before, but her didn't dwell on it, and instead simply flexed his finger around in her tight folds, drawing audible moans from the woman and still more lubricants from her insides.
Suddenly, she pulled away from him and got on her knees, spinning around to face Draven as she brought her pussy over to his pubic area. Draven was left with nothing to do, and realized he was so hard it hurt. Riven's essence rested upon his tongue, only serving to drive his lust further. Riven leaned down onto his body, bringing her head to the range where they breathed the sam air and her nipples lightly scraped along his chest, before reaching down to his manhood, positioning it for entry into her, and sitting back onto his crotch, plunging him far into her wet cavern.
Both of them gasped sharply, neither prepared for the intense electrical shocks that the simple motion would cause. As Riven's wet opening began to conform to Draven's size, she slowly began to rock forward and backward, rhythmically sending shocks up into Draven's brain. He suddenly realized he was running his hands all around her body, trying to feel every inch of her caramel skin. He would pause at her breasts and pinch her nipples slightly, drawing intense moans from the woman straddling him. Riven leaned down farther onto Draven, moving her face above and below his with every rock of her body.
Draven grabbed her sculped ass and held her up, propped his feet, and then pushed his cock deep into her quickly before bringing himself back out just as fast. He repeated the process rapidly, drawing nothing but short quick breaths from the exile above him. Draven realized his mouth was clenched shut while he focused on moving inside of her crimson inner folds. Riven stopped holding herself up and decended her lips onto his, resuming the passionate kiss they had been doing before removing Draven's pants. She occupied her hands with tracing the muscles in his shoulders, running her fingers through his full hair, and simply resting her palms on his cheeks.
Draven pushed himself within her again and again before Riven suddenly screamed out in pure ecstacy while her inner walls clenched down on Draven's bulging intruder, suffocating it. Then her pussy exploded in wetness, and it splashed out of her entryway with nowhere else to go, as she was filled with Draven's bulging member, bathing his pubic area in her essence.
Draven nimbly flipped them over, drew away from the kiss, and brought up her right leg, resting it on his shoulder, before coming to rest in a low kneeling position where he was allowed a nearly perfect angle to go very deep within her vagininal folds. He pushed himself into her deeper than before and could feel himself reach the entrance to her womb. Riven screamed once again in surprise and Draven backed off, knowing that it was not often a pleasent experience for the woman in that experience.
Riven had barely recovered from her orgasm only moments before, but still managed to gasp out, "no, go all the way in, I want to feel all of you inside of me." Draven didn't need to be told twice. He worked himself within her quickly and efficiently, holding onto her verticle right leg with his right arm, while his left hand was all over her sensitive spots, pinching her nipples, or rubbing at her clitorus vigorously. He was rewarded with yet still increased lubrication. Although she may have started wet, now Draven was practically sucked into her wetness, making him work more to get out than in. With every deft plunge he took, there was a thick spluch sound from her added fluids being forced out of her with nowhere else to go. Riven was moaning with every thrust, driving the glorious executioner to even greater endurance and force.
"Draven," Riven barely managed to gasp out inbetween her regular moans, "faster."
"Don't worry," He said deeply, grunting from the exertion, "Draven does it all."
Riven smiled, showing Draven a sight that very few on all of Runeterra have ever witnissed. Somehow, Draven knew this and pushed himself harder, mashing his grith into her very tight womanhood. He leaned down onto her and drew her lips into a passionate kiss, resuming their tongues' fight a third time as he reached around with his left hand and vigorously rubbed her clit in circular motions. Riven started to scream into Draven's mouth, and he could feel the pressure building up from the base of his manhood. He grabbed onto the back of her head with his right hand, bringing her even closer to him.
In the mere milliseconds left before their collective climaxes arose, Draven took in all of the details about her he could, her squinted beautiful eyes, the scent, her caramel skin, the feel of her legs against his, and the softness that implied. Then hell broke loose and Riven's crimson inner folds clamped down upon his cock once more, while he pushed himself into the entryway of her womb, completely submerging his great girth in her. Even her inner entryway clamped down onto Draven when she climaxed, screaming with all her might into Draven's mouth. Draven was surprised when he realized he was screaming too, while the pressure at the base of his cock burst forth, flying up and out of his member and into her womb.
They sat there for almost half a minute, each continually climaxing and emptying their fluids onto and into the other. Draven completely filled up the room that was within her, making his seed burst forth from her opening along with her essence, bathing the surrounding area in combined sticky fluids.
Eventually it ended, and Draven collapsed next to Riven, pulling his member out of her now used entryway, allowing excess fluids to slowly leak out. They sat there, simply heaving heavily to attempt to get enough air to replenish their bodies' needs.
After a minute, Riven said coyly, "Want to go again?"
Draven awoke from his slumber. The sun was not quite yet about to rise, and he realized Riven was still asleep. What had happened last night was certainly a weird experience in his mind. He slowly brought his limbs to bear, as he realized he was lying right up against Riven, doing what the popular media was calling "spooning" nowadays. He slowly extricated himself from her and slid off the bed. Then he stealthily replaced his clothing back upon his body before turning to head out quickly.
For some reason he paused, although he couldn't quite understand why. He turned back to the woman he had slept with the previous night. Her hair was down across her face, in a very cute position. Draven slowly reached down and brushed her hair back over the ear that was available to the air, lingering at the ear to savor the image of her face suspended in the peaceful sleep that she had been in at the hospital as well.
Then Draven quickly turned on his heel and swept out of the room. Neither of them had been in that for anything more than a quick lay anyway. But something in Draven's soul seemed to become more soft, as if he had actually cared about the conquest more than he had expected.
Shaking his head, Draven occupied his mind with other thoughts on his way back to his own residence.
Author's note: Yes, here I am again, although it's been quite some time I have not disappeared. Somehow, I just haven't been able to write very much recently, and I'm very relieved to have finally finished this. It will be a long series of one-shots and also quite funny. Or it should be funny. To everyone who doesn't know, "The World God Only Knows" is a great anime that I think is hilarious, and is the reference contained in the title. I'll be updating my other stories very soon as well, so stay tuned for that.
As always, reviewing is good, especially if you want different content. Go ahead and tell me if something sucks, I'll do it differently next time.
Anyway, that should cover it. Look forward to more stuff hopefully soon.
Banana!