Firstly, first chapter, first lemon. Don't flame me too hard xD.

Also, this is probably going to be a mostly lemony offshoot of my story Relationships (which I want to keep rated T, for various reasons). To understand what is going on, you'll probably need to read that as well.

Part one of this is here: s/8044996/19/Relationships . If you haven't read that yet, I strongly suggest you read that before continuing on this particular lemon.

And without further ado, Part 2 of Irelia and Jarvan.

Jarvan broke away from the kiss, gasping both for breath, and to combat the shock. Voice suddenly slightly hoarse, in what seemed like a whisper, he said, "Wha- what was that?"

Irelia smirked from her position straddling him. "I won." She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "And Victor takes the spoils." The sound and feel of her words and lips sent tingles up Jarvan's spine.

Shaking the tingling feeling away, Jarvan glared up at the woman on top of him. "You did not win." Irelia cocked her eyebrow. "You cheated," he clarified.

"Oh?" asked Irelia. "How might that have happened?"

Jarvan gestured up. "The ropes. I said no equipment, but when you were losing, you had no hesitations grabbing that rope and swinging everywhere like Wukong when he's drunk."

Irelia let out a snort of derision. "First it was an ignite, then a rope... is there no satisfying you?"

"Yes," Jarvan barked, eyes narrowed. "Don't cheat."

Rolling her eyes, Irelia said in an exasperated voice, "Fine. One last competition, where there's no cheating. Anything is allowed."

"You can always cheat," Jarvan said pompously. "Show me an activity where there are truly no rules, and I will best you at it."

Irelia grinned evilly. "Oh, I can think of one right now. A stroke of luck too, seeing as what happened earlier put me in the mood." She leaned in close again, this time just far enough to stare into his eyes. "Who can make the other cum first."

Jarvan's mind blanked. Surely he'd misheard- she wasn't truly asking him to do such a thing. She had to mean something else.

But what else could the word "cum" truly mean? Confused, he looked up at the Captain of the Guard in hope of clarification and an answer.

Irelia almost burst out laughing at the range of emotions that broke out onto Jarvan's face the moment she spoke. Anger, confusion, shock, and was that a little bit of... interest? Seeing him looking at her in confusion, she couldn't resist a small chortle before clarifying. "Yes. Sex."

When Jarvan looked hesitant, Irelia pulled out her the trump card. "That is, unless you're scared you'll lose?"

With that, Jarvan perked up, a newfound innate fire burning in his eyes. "You will not win." were the only words that came out of his mouth, as he reached up.

Irelia leaned back, a smile on her face, and cold fire in her eyes. "No rules," Jarvan could hear her whispering, as he suddenly felt a warmth on his pants caressing his member. It hadn't been fully erect before, but it definitely was now. His pants were now pooled around his knees. He kicked them off with no hesitation, simultaneously reaching upwards towards the woman straddling him.

He went for the shirt first. He pulled upwards, but Irelia, hands still around his member, refused to move. He ripped it, and flung it off to his left. Reaching up, Jarvan pinched her right nipple. He heard a breathy moan. His other hand caressed the mound of flesh that was her left breast. The noise coming from Irelia's mouth was now more of a groan than a moan, but she refused to relinquish the hold she had on his dick.

Irelia, now with her breasts sending signals of such pleasure to her head, gripped tighter with her hands, and began to vigorously jerk her hands back and forth. The resulting groan from Jarvan made her both tighten her grip, and shake slightly with satisfaction. Looking down, she could see small bits of clear liquid seeping out from the head. Grinning, she moved the thumb of her right hand and rubbed it over the head. She could feel Jarvan jerk slightly under her.

Meanwhile, Jarvan, twitching slightly, realized he was getting far too aroused far too quickly. He removed his right hand from Irelia's breast, and began moving that down. Arching his back, his head moved forwards, mouth eagerly seeking flesh. Taking Irelia's hardened nipple between his teeth, he pinched slightly. The cry that came out afterwards was extremely satisfying, and he did it again.

Meanwhile, his hand moved down to Irelia's core, snuck under the pants she still had on, and began stroking. Feeling a small bit of wetness seep out, his right index finger quickly pushed in for an instant. The result was an instant spasm and another cry from Irelia.

Having felt this, she removed her hands from their previous position and promptly pushed Jarvan's torso back down to the floor. His arms quickly followed. Raising herself slightly, her hands slipped into her own pants, and slowly pushed them down, lifted her feet, and tossed them carelessly behind her.

Her hands reached back down to Jarvan's member, and pulled it back upright. Positioning her wet core over it, she slowly moved down.

There was an almost imperceptible wince as Jarvan enters her. He felt massive inside her, filling her up completely, stretching her past her limit. Finally, her butt hits his groin, and they pause, both releasing a breath neither of them had realized they had been holding.

They both stayed still for what felt like hours, but was probably only half a minute. Irelia's breath was slowing, Jarvan's face still slightly scrunched up due to his entire length of 8 inches squeezed tight by Irelia's fleshy petals, Irelia's vagina producing huge amounts of fluids to try and accommodate the massive invader in it. They stayed, and stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity.

Suddenly, Irelia took a deep breath, moved upwards, and rammed back downwards. The movement took both by surprise- Jarvan not anticipating the movement, and Irelia not anticipating the pure satisfaction that she felt with his entire length entering her again. Now that her core was accustomed to Jarvan's member, the amount of discomfort was simply overtaken greatly by the pleasure tingling up Irelia's spine. This time, only about two seconds passed before Irelia lifted herself up and rammed down again, flinging her head back, her breasts out, closing her eyes, and moaning because of the pure pleasure invading her system.

A rhythmic slap now began, with Irelia moving up and down slightly faster than once a second. Jarvan lay back in shock, his member completely enveloped. The waves of bliss rolling through his body paralyzed him for the first few seconds, but soon he regained control over his body.

His hands went out, pinching, caressing, fondling Irelia's body. One explored the curvature of her ass, the other gripping one of Irelia's breasts tightly.

Both Jarvan and Irelia were panting heavily at this point, with hungry looks in both their eyes. Irelia kept moving up and down, moaning in synchronization with her movements, Jarvan accompanying her with groans. However, as he felt the familiar fire begin in his own core, he knew he couldn't keep up. Not on his back.

Irelia felt Jarvan's hands move away from her, before feeling them clasp together behind her back. As she moved down onto him, she felt them move up, forcing her towards him. His arms wrapped around her in a strong embrace, his mouth moving up to intercept hers in a passionate kiss, she melted into him. Half a second later, they were moving. A second after that, she opened her eyes, feeling different.

That was because, while she had been distracted by the kiss, the embrace, and the absolute fullness of him inside her, Jarvan, that sly bastard, had rolled over. Now, Irelia was on her back, Jarvan leaning over her, his hands on the ground steadying him, as he pulled out-

And brutally rammed himself back in.

Irelia squealed in surprise. All of a sudden, the tables were turned- he was on top, and oh gods he was going deep. It felt so impossibly good- how was it possible that it could feel that good?

Jarvan snarled as he forced himself out and rammed himself in again. The pleasure was massive, especially from this position, and his body was beginning to overheat. Sweat droplets began to form on his body- perspiration was also beginning to form on Irelia's brow and body. Ignoring the almost unbearable heat, he continued to pull out and push back in, body beginning to shake with the exertion.

Irelia's own hand began to snake towards her breast, beginning to massage the sensative flesh as Jarvan continued to pound into her. The pleasure, now added to by her own hands on her breasts, continued to flood into her body. She continuously let out shuddering moans as Jarvan's member kept assaulting her core, desperately gasping in breath.

Suddenly, Irelia's inner walls began to twitch. Both of them felt it, and it triggered a matching response from Jarvan's member. Both began to spit out additional fluids in preparation for the final moment- mixing in Irelia's vagina, battered by Jarvan's member, and beginning to leak out onto their groins.

Irelia gritted her teeth. She knew that she couldn't possibly stay, not on her back. Jarvan by now had moved to a sitting position, body upright as he continued to pound into her. Suddenly, when he had just moved out and readying himself for another push in, she sat up in a movement not unlike a crunch and brought her body parallel to his. She then pushed him hard. Jarvan, already weakened by all the fighting, sparring, and now intercourse, didn't have the strength to resist and fell onto his back. Irelia mounted him again, one hand on his chest to prevent him from moving, the other helping her balance on the floor.

She then proceeded to ram herself down, faster, rougher, and more violent than she had before. There was a loud groan from Jarvan, a subsequent moan from Irelia, and a very noticeable twitch from Jarvan's member. Pulling out, Irelia rammed down again, just as rough as the last time. This time, Irelia's core began twitching as well in response.

Jarvan's hands now pinched and fondled the flesh of Irelia's chest. At this point, she couldn't even moan, she was so short of breath. She could only pant, eyes closed, mouth wide open, blue hair flying all around her head in a halo. Jarvan's face was also contorted, flooded with so much pleasure no noise but labored breaths came out.

A few oscillations later, Jarvan suddenly groaned as his member spasmed uncontrollably. his seed flooding into Irelia's to paint her inner walls with semen, causing a long, drawn out howl from Irelia and a sudden drenching of torrents of warm fluid spurted out by the orgasming woman on top of him. Irelia's vagina simply couldn't hold so much liquid, and as a result, much of it exited along with Jarvan's throbbing dick.

Both now seeing stars and panting from the extreme exertion, Irelia pitched forwards, head hitting Jarvan's chest, mouth still wide open.

"I-" she coughed briefly. "I think that means...I won."

With that, Irelia blacked out on top of Jarvan.

"I-" Jarvan began, but the act of speaking tired him out so much, his eyes rolled upwards and his head hit the floor. He blacked out as well.

*Next Morning*

"I'm telling you, agility is extremely important in battle, and the ropes are a great way to train them."

Shyvana and Riven were headed towards the Gymnasium for training. Riven was trying to convince the half-dragon that ropes training was useful. Shyvana, however, was just pouting and muttered something about "wings". Riven shook her head, ignored her, and dragged her to the gym anyways.

Even when they were at the Gym, Shyvana put up resistance, although it was admittedly half-hearted. "Come on Shyvana," said Riven in exasperation, reaching for the doorknob.

They opened the door. The first thing that hit them was the atmosphere- it was warm, humid, sweaty, and had a certain, familiar but unidentifiable musk.

The second was Irelia's pants, right in front of the doorway.

Riven and Shyvana squinted into the darkness of the gymnasium. Riven just shrugged and flicked a light switch, turning on the magical lights in every building in the Institute.

The first thing they saw was the pile of armor and weapons- seemingly enough for an entire squadron of soldiers.

The second thing they saw drew two completely different reactions.

"Jarvan!" Shyvana cried.

"Irelia!" Riven facepalmed.

Jarvan's arms hurt. His torso hurt. His arms hurt. His back hurt. His legs hurt.

Everything hurt.

Honestly, it felt as though he'd gone through a two hour extreme exercise, then fell asleep on a wooden plank, with a 150 pound weight on top of him.

His head craned up, seeing a head full of purple hair. On top of him.

Irelia.

His memory flooded back.

Involuntarily twitching, the woman on top of him stirred, letting out a groan. It appeared she'd woken up with the same problems as him. Although, looking back on last night, that was hardly surprising.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching the door.

Shit.

He heard a voice outside, including the name Shyvana.

Double Shit.

The door opened, letting in a ray of light throughout the Gym.

Triple Shit. He began to stand up. Where were his clothes?

The lights flicked on. He could make out the half-dragon whose mouth was open in shock in the doorway, Riven who looked torn between dragging Shyvana out of the Gym and facepalming, and a very red and very naked Irelia beside him.

He said the first words that came to mind. "It's not what it looks like!"

"Oh?" Shyvana asked. Shit, she sounded extremely pissed off- which she had a right to be.

Jarvan sighed deeply. "You see," he began, "There's a very good explanation for this." He pointed at Irelia. "She cheated."

Irelia rounded about to glare at Jarvan. "You mean I won. Like the last one would prove."

"Won? Won what?" Shyvana asked in confusion.

Jarvan gave another sigh. This would be impossible...