The weathered feminine sigh from the single occupant of the office space broke the long silence mingled with the scribble of pen upon paper. The faint aroma of roast coffee, along with the calming scent of soft lavender and lemon from the cleaning material coated upon the long mahogany brown desk. The late morning sun breaking through the blinds of the window behind the single chair, leaving the occupant a mere silhouette against the rest of the room,
Kayle dropped the pen she was using with almost indignation, mildly frustrated by the page before her that seemed to mimic its collection around her desk. It was her duty as Judicator to the institute to sign off the most recent piece of paperwork that seemed to refill itself constantly, comically directed to a lower ranked summoner once again performing poorly in the perspective of a teammate. She leaned back in the matching desk chair to stretch her body from its cramped and stagnant pose over her desk, closing her eyes for a brief moment, freeing her mind from the information that seemed to stretch infinitely about the same thing.
At some point, it would be better to just throw these summoners on the rift and let them settle their squabbles themselves. She internally groaned. Her amber pools opened to greet her ceiling, the memory of conflict on the fields returning to thought. Just a memory.
It was widely known that the Judicator was one of the original champions, having seen the gates of the institute open years ago with new faces entering the doors almost week after week, and thousands of people skilled in their craft and knowledgeable in the forms of the arcanes joined the ranks as summoners. The haclyon days of freedom from bloodshed through a means of peaceful conflict, as ironic as it was when every champion whom entered was told they were going to experience death day in and day out. She remembered when she and her sister arrived to the plane under conflict, one that was settled eventually with constant fighting and the brief moment of familial therapy. Of course those moments either resulted in another fight between them or the destruction of whatever office the therapist was unfortunate to have them in together in. she remembered when she meant more to the institute as a champion and the Judicator.
Kayle remembers that she's still in her office, and with another sigh, she looks back into the room with boredom, as all of her times were mere memories, especially considering how everything came to be.
I used to fight valiantly on the side of truth and retribution. Beside those with motives known and unknown but for the peace and reconstruction of this torn realm. Now I sign off on banning whoever fed the enemy or said some racial slur behind a desk…
Four knocks broke the recovering calm Kayle was building, her furrowed brow forced in annoyance. The monotony of her seated position, considering her popularity as a champion has fallen far from it's height in the earliest years, has given her mundane instinct to count the knocks at her office door, to watch the shadow of the sun as it gleans through her curtained windows rise and fall. She sighed before brushing a stray lock of auburn from her eyes and looked to the door handle.
"Enter." she called, her tone with all the authority and stoicism she usually retains. She watched the door with pinpoint intent, analyzing the smallest detail of the movement. What came from the other side normally was dictated by the way one enters the door, and Kayle in all her experience with champions and summoner's alike, could read the slightest hints of who entered her office, and the brash and quick movement after her call was all she needed to know the person on the other side was a female champion. The handle turned downward, before her eyes locked onto the entering person. One familiar and bodacious Bounty Hunter.
"How's it going, Veggie?" Sarah Fortune called as she stepped leisurely into the room, her normal strut lessened in the company of the Judicator. While it became second nature for Sarah to flaunt herself as one of, if not the most alluring human champion within the league of legends, Kayle made it a point to keep such behavior and allure in check within her attendance. It was never gone, but Kayle knew asking her to stop alluring the males of the institute completely was like asking Darius to smile more. The problem was never her drawing attention from men, but more from her drawing eyes from women as well.
Needless to say, Kayle didn't find it completely wrong to fall into the tide herself.
"Sarah Fortune, I asked you before to refrain from referring me to that silly nickname." Kayle replied in annoyance.
"I see you still have the stick up your bum." Sarah stated with a chuckle, eliciting a light groan from the Judicator. The beautiful red-head nearly dropped onto the open couch at the wall, kicking her boots onto the armrest and tucking her hands as a pillow behind her wavy blood locks.
Kayle made a mental note to disinfect that armrest from the dirt that probably stuck from the marksman's boots. She also made a thought to properly adjust the now misplaced couch pillows the bodacious Bilgewater mercenary moved for space to seat. Kayle eyed that the marksman's almost unnatural yet natural curve retained even in a prone and relaxed state, and her chest was far more accentuated when her arms were raised above her head and her creamy succulent skin was bare to her eyes. She thought of the voluptuous body on her office sofa with the alluring and sultry glare taunting her to break her shell and tackle the woman into the seating, ripping off the already suffocating fabric of her attire from the toe up to expose and devour the moist-
"Kayle? What did you need me for again?" Miss Fortune called suddenly, ripping the staring Judicator from her increasingly vivid imagination. She noticed the mildly concerned gaze of the fellow female, Sarah Fortune sitting up on her elbows and eyeing the angel cautionsly. Kayle didn't show her flinch from her thoughts running rampant, but had the red head looked closer she would have seen the minor twitch of the angel's eye.
It was then that the angel recalled why the marksman was even in the room. She cleared her throat, brushing an auburn lock from her face and behind her ear. "...Yes, it's in regard to the incident with those three summoners on Tuesday in the cafeteria." she began, sifting through the stacks of paper on her desk until she pulled out a single sheet. "I believe you are familiar?"
Miss Fortune looked away from the angel with a guilty look. "N-nah...can't say I remember." she answered. Kayle cocked an eyebrow.
"You don't recall shooting two in the legs and almost removing the third's genitalia, afterwards shouting, quoted: 'Grab my chest again and I'll use your frozen limp dick to sodomize you'?" Kayle said unimpressed.
"Nope. Sounds like something I'd do to some uppity brats, but wasn't there to see it." she lied. It was beyond obvious for Kayle to see her ruse, but she knew she had neither the patience or the sanity to deal with the Bounty Hunter's insistence. "In all honesty wish I was. Would have enjoyed watching some kids get smacked."
"From what the report says here, you did smack them. Multiple times. Proceeding afterwards to punch them repeatedly." Kayle deadpanned. Miss Fortune couldn't restrain the snicker of amusement from the reminder of her actions, clearing her throat with a faux cough before smiling guiltily at the angel.
"I have no idea what you're on about, Veggie." she lied, laying back in the sofa to get comfort once more.. Kayle merely sighed, resigning to letting the bounty hunter play the fool.
"Well, if you happen to see whomever was the responsible champion for harming them, alert them of the three week suspension from the rift." Kayle returned. Sarah shot up from her prone position to her feet.
"THREE WEEKS?! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO FOR THREE WEEKS?!" she screamed, storming to the desk and slamming her hands on the surface. The papers that were at the edge lifted slightly, some of which falling off onto the floor. Kayle merely looked back at another report in her hand, not humoring the outburst of the marksman.
"I thought you weren't there to see what happened between some 'uppity brats' and a champion who was fondled unwarranted?" Kayle retorted. "I mean, if it wasn't you, why get so defensive about a punishment that has little consequence to you?"
Sarah flinched at the corner she was in, realizing her folly of indirect confession. "G-gods dammit, Veggie. You need to take the stick out your ass." Miss Fortune surrendered. Kayle looked back to her expectantly, meeting the glare of the red head with apathy. The two held their gaze until Sarah scoffed loudly, throwing her hands into the air. "Fucking...Fine! I did it and I am sorry! Happy?"
"Sorry for?" Kayle returned, her eyebrow raised in expectation. Sarah scoffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms under her generous chest.
"I am sorry for harming three summoners…" she surrendered in a sarcastic and apathetic tone.
"And?"
"...For calling you disrespectfully, Veg-Kayle..." Sarah added.
It was then that the Judicator cracked a small triumphant smile on her lips. "And like that, you are out the rift for one week. Just as the three summoners are." Kayle added.
"You seriously need to get something to occupy yourself, cause sitting in here being a sour sack isn't fun." Sarah commented.
"I am the Judicator of the Institute of War. I am the primary representative for the League's mediation amongst it's champion factions, and deal with the conflictions between those within its walls. I have been for years, and so long as I hold that title, I shall execute punishment and justice to those who would deny it." Kayle answered, her expression unmoved.
"And how many guys have you fucked?" a familiar tone called from the door, pulling the curious and annoyed gazes of the Bounty Hunter and Judicator respectively. With almost a sinister yet teasing smile strode in the younger sibling Morgana, the Fallen Angel.
"Morgana." Kayle said simply, retaining her composure from irritation at the sudden entry of her sister. "It is very rude to abruptly enter into my office unannounced and with such vulgarity."
"You should know by now I don't give a fuck about that rule you tuck yourself in at night with. Answer the question, sis." Morgana retorted, her purple colored lips curling upward. The Bounty Hunter, who suddenly found herself between the two angels, merely peered back and forth as they spoke.
"My personal affairs are not required in this."
"That's not a number I remember from the humans. Could have sworn you of all people would have learned those." she taunted. Kayle's brow twitched.
"What is it that you want, sister? I am busy with another champion at the moment."
"How rude! I came to see how my elder sister was faring in her cold lonely office, and you strike me with such condescending words."
"Morgana, you never cared for what I told of you."
"And I still don't, but I like getting on your nerves." the dark mage smiled. Turning her attention to the comfortable sofa Sarah seated herself earlier. She raised her hand to the furniture with a wave, a flare of purple energy hanging as her palm passed her vision. "Any guys take a good time with you on here?"
"Morgana."
"Nope. This is clean. How about the book case? I knew you were always a bookworm, so I wouldn't be surprise to find some essence on that."
"What is she doing?"
"Scanning the carnal essence of my furniture." Kayle answered instinctively. "Morgana."
"Hm? Not a touch here? Well maybe you had some sweet young man feeling you up on the desk?" Morgana continued, placing her glowing palm on the surface. It was then that Kayle slammed her hands on her desk and stood.
"Morgana." Kayle called more thunderously. Her patience slipping from her tongue like her sisters name.
"Wow...that's clean too. So many surfaces for a good dicking, and not one of them used. Does that mean you-"
"MORGANA!" Kayle shouted, her hand slamming into the surfaoss from her siblings as their eyes were at level with one another. "LEAVE MY OFFICE."
There was a thick pause with the two staring each other down. The Fallen Angel held her smirk while the Judicator had daggers in her glare. The Bounty Hunter, who stood beside the two, merely stepped back as she didn't want to be caught between the angel siblings' feud. Morgana broke the silence with a scoff.
"We have a match in thirty. You are top, and I am supporting the Loose Cannon." Morgana declares simply before spinning on her heel and walking to the door. Turning the handle and pulling the door open, Morgana paused before turning back to the two females within the room. "...But Sarah was right." Morgana then vacated the room, leaving the tense silence within between Kayle and Sarah Fortune. The angel sat back into her chair and sighed, now more frustrated than she was earlier.
"Are you two still...rivals?" Miss Fortune asked cautiously, earning a shake of the head from the Judicator.
"No...we settled our dispute years ago. And after a few counseling sessions we learned to be actual sisters again..." Kayle explained. She had to omit the earlier sessions where the bitter emotions got physical. And how they escalated to destructive.
"Well...was she right?" Sarah asked, sitting in the couch Morgana scanned.
"Why is my personal life so interesting to you?" Kayle returned.
"You're getting defensive to a simple yes or no question."
"I'm getting irritated at the insistence to learn of private affairs."
"I don't see why. Honestly anyone with a body count shouldn't be afraid to tell it."
"and those without one shouldn't be obligated to reveal it." it was then that Miss Fortune smiled at the angel, and Kayle perked up at realizing her words. "Damn it..."
"So you haven't?" the Judicator was pressed into a corner by her own frustration, just as she did to the redhead. She pinched her brow and stood from her seat silently.
"I am going to prepare for my match. You are dismissed, Sarah Fortune." Kayle said plainly.
"And how many matches does that make today, Kayle?"
"Second. Why do you ask?" at that Sarah stood from the couch and moved before the angel with her hands on her hips.
"So you have tons of free time." she announced.
"I have to monitor the summoner's and tribunal's affairs." Kayle retorted with a raised brow.
"Tons of free time, and you haven't the slightest social life." Sarah interjected.
"What is your point?"
"If you are as oblivious to the point I am making, I am wasting my time now."
"Both of our time."
"Kayle. Your little hobby in here is killing what you are."
"I am the Judicator."
"You are a woman."
"That is correct as well."
"You weren't listening. You are a woman. Before being the Judicator, before being a champion, before being an angel, you're a woman. And women like you should be more sociable. Its instinct for us, especially bombshells like you and I." Sarah explained. "Even Morgana has had moments around more than you, and your the older sister."
it was true. While the Judicator was dignified and professional as the prime mediator and judge to summoner and champion affairs, she had very little in terms of social interaction. Her most recent event with anyone of the opposite sex was just an administration of punishment for misbehavior. And she knew for a fact that her younger sister had significantly higher popularity in comparison to her, both as a champion and as a woman. She couldn't recall the last time the younger sibling didn't come back to their shared apartment with a male accompanying her, immediately correlating to the nights where she was reminded of her paper thin walls and how Morgana's moans were at least two octaves higher during sex.
The long pause that stood after her mention gave Sarah all the information she needed. She crossed her arms under her breasts and stood solidly. "You need to get out more, Kayle. This ain't some forceful order or anything like that. This is one girl talking to another. You used to give me advice about my problems all the time. Now it my turn."
"My sister has her own agenda. Just as I have mine." Kayle affirmed.
"Does yours include getting mad at her for getting around, or envy for getting around?"
"I am not mad nor envious of my sister's promiscuous activity."
"I didn't say fucking, I said getting around. There is a difference."
Kayle paused, eyeing the stoic eyes of the redhead as she clarified the predicament she was in. Kayle would never admit it to herself, let alone anyone else and especially to her younger sister how much she would enjoy to have the confidence to be as sociable as Morgana is. Even the league, while not selectively favorited to either of them, has held Morgana in higher regard on the fields of justice than Kayle.
"…once again, I am preparing for my match. You are dismissed, Sarah Fortune." Kayle concluded, walking around the redhead to the door of her office. Just as she went for the door knob, she paused, feeling the eyes of the Bounty Hunter on her back.
"You can try to ignore it now, Kayle, but when you're ready to be a woman, come find me." Sarah offered. Kayle held her position for a second before turning the door knob and exiting her office. The walk to the chambers where she was summoned was silent, as her mind replayed the words of the marksman repeatedly. Had it not been for her keen sense of her sister's presence, she would have potentially bumped into the summoner that just entered the doors. Looking up, Kayle was surprised to see the young man a familiar face from months prior.
"Oh. I apologize summoner Bryon. I did not see you there." Kayle admitted. The male before her was slightly taller than she, having a muscle mass of modest proportions. In the prospect of appearance, Kayle gave the male high marks, his defined and handsome jawline accompanied by an alluring pair of sky blue eyes behind some astute lenses. Not to mention for a while after her initial meeting of the young man, he had summoned her frequently to teach him about proper match strategy and tactics, Truth be told, if there was anyone the angel could find interesting romantically, it'd have to be Bryon.
Bryon turned his gaze to the angel, a warm smile stretching on his face in her presence."Oh, hey Kayle. didn't think you'd be in this match." he answered. Kayle raised an accusing brow to the summoner, using the butt of her swords hit to tap his chest.
"Sure you didn't, Bryon. you're the only one summons me to fight. This match is your promotionals into platinum, if I am correct?" Kayle asked.
"Uh...hate to break it to you, Kayle, but I didn't summon you this time. And I am already Diamond 2." Bryon admitted. The Judicator's smile fell suddenly, the surprise of her false claim and misunderstanding stunning her.
"Wait...you didn't? Then who did you summon?"
"He definitely summoned an angel~" an all too familiar purr came from behind him. Kayle and Bryon turned to see the Fallen Angel walking up to the pair, before wrapping her arms around the right arm of the male in question. "Just decided a new flavor of angel was what he wanted this time."
"H-hey Morgana…! I didn't...Didn't see you enter the ch-chambers..."
Morgana giggled seductively, biting on her bottom lip as she eyed the summoner hungrily. "Oh, you should pay attention to that more. Never know when I might come by~" she cooed, tucking his arm between her breasts. The summoner went red in the face, opting to avoid staring at the charm of the angel's body and stuttering in response.
Kayle's vision shifted repeatedly between her younger sister and Bryon, seeing the truth of him summoning her instead of her in this match. "You summoned...Morgana?" she asked abashed at the truth.
"W-well...she was the meta pick at the time...and helped me get to Diamond faster. I just figured it'd be best to have both your invulnerability and her black shield to aid in the fight." Bryon reasoned. For the mostt part, Kayle could understand his tactics. She had taught him to value the carry the most as a support main, and any champion that could benefit from her ultimat would be detrimental in fights. She just hadn't expected him to choose the shield her sister gave over hers to use, and more over use Morgana to get to Diamond.
"O-oh...I can understand that. Who is the carries?" Kayle asked.
"I am supporting the blue haired maniac, like I told you before you kicked me out your office. And the Order of the Shadow pair is in mid lane and the jungle." Morgana explained before looking to Bryon with a sultry gaze and curling her finger under his chin. "See you on the rift, handsome~" she purred once more before leaving. Bryon stuttered at the alluring touch of the younger angel, being enticed to watch her leave by eyeing her swaying hips. Even with the long tattered purple skirt she wore, her well proportioned rear could be seen through the contours.
Kayle cleared her throat to pull the males attention away from her younger sister's rear, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, you made it to Diamond. Congradulations, Bryon." Kayle stated with a minor bite in her tone. "You have come a long way from using magic scriptures to land kill shots on champions and avoid projectiles."
"Aw come on, Kayle. I told you I was sorry. I don't use scripts anymore!" Bryon protested.
"That is good. I am genuinely proud that you found your way to the upper echelons of rank. And while I am a little disappointed that you neglected to tell me of your advancement, I am willing to forgive it." she added.
"Thanks Kayle. In all honesty, if it wasn't for your teachings, I would have likely been still a sour summoner stuck in bronze rank because of my attitude." he replied.
"Well if you're looking to repay my directions, you could by indulging me in some coffee later?" she asked, partly hopeful to take the leap and gain his attraction. If there was ever a time to open up socially, she'd have to start with the one male she had grown to like.
"I'd love to, Kayle, but I have plans later with friends. I'll rain check you though." Bryon answered.
"Oh...well alright. I expect you to keep your word however!" she ordered, earning a smile from the male. It was then that the platforms began whirring to life, champions linking to the summoners and teleporting to the rift. "Well, see you on the rift!"
"Yup!" Bryon answered as he moved to his position besides Jinx's summoner, and Kayle flew onto the platform where her summoner faced. She immediately saw herself in her Silver armor and smiled.
Not my favorite one, but it's nice. She mused internally. This is going to be a good game.
Half and hour later…
Kayle sighed as she watched the enemy nexus shatter to pieces, the Loose Cannon jumping for joy as the finishing blow was made and their victory assured. She removed her helmet from her head, running a gloved hand through her hair to free her vision and looked up to the close by fountain to see the scores of each champion. While her team flourished with kills far exceediing deaths, she was the only one out, barely breaking even with 3/5/4. Even her sister, who was the cornerstone to victory for the most part, finished with a killstreak and an ending score of 7/2/16.
That was a lot more difficult than I anticipated… she internally protested, having to fight the recently redesigned Fist of Sha-Rogue Assassin in top lane. I can see why many have oppositions about her recent attitude and technique change. she's more...aggressive than before.
The angel activated her recall, seeing all but her younger sister present within the enemy base. She hummed in curiosity at the absence of the Fallen Angel, and furrowed her brow as she saw the younger sibling not in the base fountain when she recalled fully to teleport back to the Institute. Where did Morgana go?
The angel finally teleported back to the platforms, seeing her sister void from the room as well. More curiously, Bryon was gone from the room as well.
She was awful giggly during the match...and she is normally never quick to vacate the rift. She contemplated, not hearing the male behind her congratulate her for their success. The Judicator took to flight, exiting the chambers quickly in search of the sense she keeps with Morgana. She picked up on the tendrils of her magic quickly, but was surprised to see it behind the closed door of a custodial closet around the corner. Just as she was to approach the door, she watched the frame open on it's own, the Fallen Angel exiting it while adjusting her already loose top and skirt. She furrowed her brow as she turned back to the open door with a sultry glare and tugged Bryon out from the room by the collar, pulling him down to her level and locking her lips with his vehemently.
It didn't take any divine knowledge or intuition to understand immediately what Kayle witnessed.
The Fallen Angel broke the lock, a trail of saliva falling from between them as their tongues loosened their twisted hold on one another. "I'll see you later, big boy~" she purred, biting his lip once more.
"Can't wait, sexy. Want me to bring the drinks again?" Bryon replied, pulling the angel from her lower back into his body and roaming his hand to her ass for a greedy squeeze. The mage exhaled hotly at the touch.
"If it means ripping my underwear off again...bring the stronger stuff. I want it to be as good as it just was."the summoner chuckled lowly before slapping her rear strongly and breaking their embrace, walking further down the hall away from the angel siblings. Morgana sighed dreamily before laughing loud enough for the ears of the Judicator to hear. "He tried, you know? But you were such a stick that he leapt at me instantly. it's a shame too, I wouldn't have minded sharing him."
"….How long?" Kayle asked briskly, restraining her tone from going dark in vain.
"How long, you ask? Well there was yesterday night when I went to his place and we tried toys. There was that weekend a while back where we stayed at the hotel for visiting. That was the day I found out he really liked titfucks. There was the time in the park last month...hmmm how long has it been?" Morgana teased. She hummed as she felt the burning sear of Kayle's blade pointed at her back.
"How. Long." she repeated, venom drenching her tone.
"Five months. On and off really. He tried to talk with you, but you were too proud to pay attention to the hints he made. it's a shame really, he's got quite the appetite. And the equipment to back it up as well. But then again, a sexual plank of wood like you wouldn't know." the Fallen Angel mocked.
"Call it off. You know how I feel about this." Kayle warned.
"Do I?" Morgana stated sarcastically.
"MORGANA."
The Fallen Angel spun on her heel, eyeing the elder sibling in annoyance, swatting her blade away from being pointed at her. "Tell you what, Kayle. If you can convince him that you are interested, if you can woo him into bed, I will gladly leave him alone." she offered, crossing her arms under her chest. "I will even deny his summons so you can spend as much quality time with him. But if he calls on me before that, he's mine. Still open to sharing, but I know you aren't much for three ways. Oh wait! You don't even do vanilla. How boring is that?"
"I accept." Kayle replied resolutely, dropping her blade from her sister's chest. The support smiled at the Judicator, clapping her hands in excitement.
"Wonderful! I can't wait to see what you do!" she cheered. Kayle opted to ignore her words, storming past her in a huff. Morgana only smiled as she watched her sister depart. "I can't wait to see how you do, sister."
Kayle was never one to show her emotions in public. Especially negative ones. It was easy for people to see the problems others were going through when they presented emotions on their face. Primary reason for her to wear her helmet so frequently. But at this moment she couldn't care less about the perspectives of those around her. She flew as fast as she could to the one place that could spark her victory in the challenge Morgana gave her. The one person who could easily aid her. And arriving to the abode of her target, she knocked hard on the door for their attention.
The attention of one redhead Bounty Hunter.
Sarah Fortune opened to see a livid and frustrated angel at her door, immediately knowing what the situaton was just on principle. "Morgana crossed the line, huh?" she asked, leaning in the doorway of her residence at the League.
"I'll take your offer." Kayle said simply.
"Let's go. We have A LOT of work to do." Sarah finished, gesturing the angel into her home.
Four hours later...
Kayle never second guessed her decisions. She stood by principles of righteousness and valiance. She never wavered her resolve to an objective regardless to the obstacles. Whenever she had a goal in mind, it was trivial to her to focus on it. And it was that steeled resolve, that hardened determination that gave her the mindset of one who makes just decisions. Of a leader willing to take risks for the sake of those around her. And to this day, it has not failed her.
It was on this day, she finally second guessed her decision ever.
"A-are you absolutely certain this would appeal to him?" Kayle said cautiously, eyeing herself in the mirror with so many mixed signals if she was a traffic light, the road would have a body count of crashed vehicles.
"Are you doubting me, Veggie?" Miss Fortune remarked, her hands resting on her waist as she did a one over on the angel before her. She paused, humming as she stared at the upper body of the Judicator. "...hang on. I see what you're getting at."
Kayle almost sighed in relief at the sudden agreement, ready to throw off this ridiculous outfit the Bounty Hunter threw onto her and find another route to her objective. She hitched her sigh, however, when she felt the strings on her back tug violently, her chest puffing far more further and breaking her ability to breathe normally. "There we go! More cleavage!" the redhead cheered.
"That's...not what I meant…!" Kayle protested, trying to breathe through restrained airways. The redhead hummed as she loosened the knot she made and let the angel breathe. Kayle gasped out heavily, drinking sweet oxygen and bodily freedom. "I mean this whole thing! What in the nine hells am I wearing?!"
"Oh? it's quite simple. That red and black fur-lined corset is from the Gunny Bunny convention I went to a few years ago, those red stilettos are from my secret agent dress, the gold heart ornaments I had taken from a girlie a while back while she was fucking the bounty I had. That coat I bought a few weeks ago, which if you mess it up you owe me four hundred valors, and the makeup is mine of course!" Sarah explained.
"Why does the corset have slots for my wings?! WHY DID YOU DYE MY WINGS IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" Kayle protested.
"You can't be a sexy angel without changing from the incorruptible colors! Every guy wants a hot babe to come from heaven and fuck them senseless, the theme is more realistic with this." she continued.
"I DIDN'T WANT TO BE A PROMISCUOUS ANGEL! I WANTED TO LEARN HOW TO PROPERLY APPEAL TO HIM!" she shouted.
"This will appeal to him! Trust me, veggie. A sexy angel in red? He wouldn't think twice of Morg after a night with you."
"I'm not looking to...f-fornicate with him! That's so vulgar!" Kayle stomped.
"From what you told me, that's the objective of that little bet you and Morg made, isn't it?"
Kayle blushed. "Y-yes, it is...but she doesn't have to know about something like that! I could just say we did."
"And get caught lying by her that sex sensor thing she did in your office? Either you'd rather be embarassed that way or by telling her that you're still an ice cube in the bedroom, both aren't gonna keep him around, veg."
"And stop calling me that!"
"Veggie, you came to me to accept my offer. Until you have him balls deep in you or rejected horribly, I will address you as I see fit." Sarah affirmed. "And you need to stick your ass out more. Hard for anyone to know how divine that body is with you hiding it under a suit of armor."
Kayle clenched her teeth, irritation welling fast. "The armor was meant to symbolize protection and valor…!" she seethed.
"And now this is to symbolize allure and heightened femininity. You can't say that I didn't put in work to your outfit right now." Sarah returned. Kayle looked back into the full body mirror to eye her outfit. While she felt beyond humiliated at the appearance, somewhere within her she could agree that the outfit and colors played the theme correctly. She was, of course very sour about discoloring her pure white wings, but simple dyes can be cleaned from her feathers and if not, she had means to cleanse them herself with her magic. And in comparison to some of the more outlandish attire people like Evelynn wear constantly, if those shrouds that just barely cover her body count, she would only need to wear this once and outsde the vision of those around her.
"I...will admit. This isn't the worst thing I have seen anyone wear…" Kayle conceded. The redhead giggled in triumph.
"And?"
"It does show off my curves...but is that what he would be attracted to? What if he doesn't like overly promiscuous women?" she asked. Sarah raised and eyebrow.
"You just told me you caught your sister and summoner making out inside a broom closet at the end of a match. Justifying the 'adjustments' you explained they were making to wardrobe, he doesn't seem too against DTF women." she retorted.
"What is D.T.F.?" Kayle asked, genuinely confused.
"What you need to be for this to work. Now come on. I already ordered the gateau for you to hide in so the guy could open his surprise cake and find a sweeter treat inside. Press the button on the floor to open the top and the button on the right to signal mission abort." she stated hurriedly, shoving the angel forward to the gateau in her living room. "Remember, stained by you, sold to you. I don't wanna see a wrinkle on my coat."
"I-I get it! don't push so much! I haven't gotten used to wearing these heels!" Kayle protested, stepping into the small entry of the oversized fake cake. The faux confection was designed to be simple. White icing with red heart fondant and red swirls decorating it.
"Trust me, if he's like you described, those will be thrown off at his shoulders." Sarah concluded as she pushed the angel into the seat within. "Now remember the plan and dance okay? Seductive touches and slow teases to get HIM to strip you. Do exactly as you remember from Nidalee and Evelynn."
"W-wait! Nidalee had a po-" the Judicator was cut off as the door was shut, leaving the inside as soundproofed to the world as the outside. The Bounty Hunter dusted off her hands with a satisfied smirk, before taking a single folded piece of paper and writing the address of the summoner's apartment on it. She grabbed the handle of the cart holding the gateau and pushed it to the door, opening it and handing the black haired woman wearing a tuxedo on the other side the note.
"Alright, Marie. let's get this gift to the soon to be couple. Remember, if you don't see a guy answer the door, don't drop it off." Sarah ordered. "If you get notice of a happy john, come back for the second payment, aye?"
"Yes, cap'n!" the young lady returned, before directing the large cake down the hall.
"Aye. I can't wait to see how she turns out after this."
Kayle sat inside the large cake, only having the ability to see through the top of the dessert with the very thin paper covering it. She could only sit there nervous adjusting herself to comfort with her wings, her mind reeling as to how to go about it all, hoping a praying that this would work and that Morgana hadn't already gotten to Bryon beforehand. She was surprised by the sudden pause of movement she felt from their movement, looking up to see the ceiling light.
What's going on out there…? On the outside, Marie casually paced through the halls of the institute, passing numerous people who could only eye the large confection curiously. She had paused and pulled out her summoner orb for a moment to check an incoming message, stopping the cart abruptly close to the wall and turning away.
"Marie?" a male called out. The woman looked up to see a male with an identical tuxedo from the same company making the gateaus eyeing her from the corner she was about to turn. "Marie, is that you?"
"Michael?" she called to ask. The male smiled widely as he paused his own delivery of a similar confection to the right of the one Kayle had and laughed along with Marie. "Holy shit, it's been forever Mike! How are you?"
"You know, hanging in there. My gods, you look amazing since the academy! Did you become a summoner too?"
"Yeah! Wait, you work for the Heartseeker Confections too?"
"Yeah! I started last year. When did you get in?"
"About a month ago. Gotta deliver this parcel to some guy for my main champion. What about you?"
"This one is going to some birthday party as a gift from one of the friends. Tough thing is I can't remember where the place is." he replied. "They gave me an place i've never hear of but no precise address."
"Here let me see it." the woman offered, grabbing the slip almost identical to the one Sarah gave her and reading it. "Oh this is real easy. it's the Diamond divisions residentials on the south end of the institute. The emblem of the rank will be on the gates getting in."
"Thanks a lot. This will make my night a lot faster." Michael sighed. The black haired woman smiled mischievously, pointing a finger into his shirt.
"Faster, eh? If that's the case...how about you and I get together, for old times sake?" she offered. The male hummed playfully.
"Depends on if you're still with that guy from way back."
"Please. He was short tempered and a brick in bed. Unlike my old friend with benefits here that happens to work in the same job I have." she purred. "And from what I heard, quite the pleaser from your last little 'pet'"
"Can't say she enjoyed the concept, considering im single now."
"feeling like being friends wit
"I don't know about friends with benefits, Marie. we're not 'exploring' like back then. I might be tempted to take you for myself this time around."
"You say it like that wasn't the plan to begin with."
"It wasn't. But is now. I'll drop off my parcel and you handle yours. Then we meet up at the 'spot'." he suggested.
"Ooooh. So quick to get to it? Not even dinner and a movie?"
"You hated movies and never liked waiting."
"And you remembered my preferences? Man after my heart after all. I'll see you later then sweetie~" Marie finished, grabbing the gateau on the right while Michael took the one on the left. Both completely unaware of their parcels but more than excited for their rendezvous in time. Kayle felt her parcel move once the two finished planning their meeting, unaware that the female escorting her to the destination turned into a guy taking her elsewhere.
I wonder what the pause was. Maybe she had to use the bathroom? Or got lost? It wasn't for roughly another fifteen minutes that she felt another stop, before she faintly heard the sound of knocking and a males voice. Soon she was moved into what she could perceive a new room, before pressing the button of the cake that opened the top and springing out, wings wide open and arms out. She looked down to see the dumbfounded gaze of not only a male much, much different than her desired summoner, but three others with their jaws to the floor. There was a very tense pause as Kayle surveyed the room that wasn't Bryon's living room, the four males that weren't Bryon himself, and the predicament of what she could see was some special event for the male in front of her.
"Holy..." the male in front of her breathed.
"…Fuck." the other three finished. It was then that the angel dropped her arms and stepped on the button that was to abort, a small light springing from the cake and a weak siren blaring.
Meanwhile...
On the opposite end of the institute, Marie had reached her destination, knocking lightly on the apartment door. It was a lot quieter around the destination, enough that she could hear the strained voices from within the apartment. She could hear the locks of the door click hastily, before the frame swung open to the summoner with only his sports shorts on and his upper body bare. The sheen on sweat and musk of sex tainted the air, one Marie couldn't miss or wait for from her rendezvous.
"Can I help you?" Bryon asked, slightly panting and flustered.
"I have a delivery for a Bryon? Specialty from Sarah Fortune herself." Marie replied. Bryon squinted his gaze to the black haired woman, looking at the gateau with hearts designed on it.
"I...have no clue what you are talking about. I didn't order or request Miss Fortune to send-"
"Whose at the door, hottie?" a female called from behind the summoner. Before he could respond he felt the roaming hands of his company around his waist and rolling down his body until it dug underneath his shorts. He hitched as the feeling of soft fingers teasing and urging him on his still solid cock ran up his spine.
"Some d-delivery. I...nnngh...don't want it." Bryon answered. The Fallen Angel, nude save the pair of blatantly noticable stained underwear, peeked from around the taller male to see the black haired female before him, before eyeing the gateau curiously. After sensing the aura of the cake, she noticed that it was a bored female escort within the false cake with fake wings on her back.
"Oh? Maybe the cute lady sending the package would like to join our...play date?" Morgana suggested, emphasizing the option to both Bryon and Marie. The young woman blushed, still flustered from her encounter with her coworker and future bed partner. "She did interrupt when you were about to use the back entry~"
"N-no thank you, ma'am. I am just here to deliver this-"
"A cake? Well I must say whoever sent it pulled out all the stops for it too." Morgana interjected, stepping from around the summoner and swiping a bit of icing from the top. With a single finger coated in confection cream, she sucked her finger of it clean, running the same finger down her body to her breasts and rolling the finger around her pert nipple. All the while the young woman glued to the allure of that digit, her eyes stuck on the well endowed orbs of the mage. "But unfortunately my newest relationship here doesn't feel interested in the gift. You can run along now."
Marie, flabbergasted at the mixture of arousal and anxiousness, merely nodded in acceptance before grabbing the handle to the cart and rushing away. Morgana's sultry smile fell as she watched the young lady leave, disappointment filling her gaze as she realized her correct assumption that Kayle wasn't going to come.
I was actually looking forward to that threeway… she thought idly before sighing. Oh well. I have a new boytoy with eight inches and three bottles of wine.
"R-relationship?" Bryon called in question, earning a hungry look from the Fallen Angel.
"Oh, yes. You're mine now." Morgana announced, gently pushing the summoner back into his apartment and closing the door behind her. "And we still have a long night of validation. Starting with this big boy finding home back inside me~"