Ah, just a little thing I thought I'd do. Don't think I've seen a Swain and Leblanc story on here that had an actual lemon. Well, everybody has their reasons, but I thought I'd do it with the reworked Swain.
Kind of a realistic encounter between them? Idk :/
Swain retired to his manor as nightfall fell upon the Empire of Noxus. Entering his residence, The Grand General paced down the red carpeted hallways until finally reaching his quarters. For reasons unknown, Swain didn't have guards patrolling every spot in his manor. His bird Beatrice suddenly tensed up and started to squawk loudly. This formed a smirk on Swain's mouth as he paced a little quicker, his demonic hand glowing under his large coat.
He reached his bedroom, putting his hand on the knob but doing nothing else. The Grand General knew he was not alone his manor.
"Fly away Beatrice." He said.
The bird did as its master commanded. Not too long after, Swain heard a grunt and a whoosh in the air. Golden chains shot past his head, narrowly missing and making his grey hair blow at the sudden speed. Swain eyed the object with disinterest and chuckled.
"Surprised to see me?"
Swain's eyes met with the amber orbs of Leblanc, The Deceiver and head of The Black Rose. He sighed with minor annoyance.
"Oh life would be boring without surprises. You certainly keep things… interesting."
Leblanc cackled as Swain walked towards her. He revealed his demonic hand to her but she said nothing.
"Hmm, normally you'd send an assassin my way." Swain said with a raised brow. "This is certainly something different."
"What's wrong with rivals checking up on one another my dear Jericho? It's not every day I get to see the man who exceeded my expectations."
"Funny. I don't ever recall checking up on you. In fact, it's only you who actually visits when you're not sending your sheep after me."
Leblanc laughed again. "Did it ever occur to you that it was my mirrored images that were visiting you?"
Swain didn't respond. His hand began to glow brighter. "Oh Leblanc, we both move pawns in a grand game…" The Grand General turned around and aimed his demonic hand upward. He launched a demonic wave in the direction and then grasped his fist to bring the wave back. In the wave was Leblanc. The real Leblanc. "…and would you look at that? It seems I'm winning."
The Deceiver only smirked at him. She mumbled a few words and Swain felt his legs get enveloped by golden chains. He didn't bother looking down and instead tilted his head back giving the woman a look that read her actions were typical.
Neither of them released their spells, locked in a standoff.
"Perhaps the term "Enemies with benefits" actually lingered in your mind." Swain said.
"How do you know I'm not just taking it upon myself to finally do what failed to be done many times?"
"Oh please. This would be an amateur attempt at an assassination. You're smarter than this, Leblanc." Swain said. "You would've formed a far more sinister plan, one that I would be able to see coming regardless."
Evaine said nothing, only letting out a carefree laugh. The Grand General would've kept her locked in his grip, but he was also tired from a long day. He knew if he released his magic, Leblanc would too.
As he suspected, the golden chains retreated at the moment Swain put down his demon hand.
"Why did you come? Why did you visit my manor in your actual body without the intention to kill me?" Swain asked with amusement.
"When did I say that I wasn't going to do that?" Leblanc said.
Swain's eyes widened with surprise this time as golden chains shot at him again, wrapping around his neck. Eyes showing annoyance, Swain managed to capture Leblanc in a demonic wave again before she completely enveloped his body in chains. She yelped at the action and Swain balled his hand, teeth clenching as Leblanc's grip tightened.
Suddenly a snap sounded and the two of them blinked out of the hallway. They were in Swains bedroom, landing on the king sized bed with Leblanc on top of him now. The chains had gone away and Swain harshly slammed the woman into the wall. Leblanc said nothing, just smirked.
"Not a very wise choice of action there." Swain said. "Now, let us try this again. Why are you here?"
Leblanc found herself at a loss for words. Swain had asked her a minute ago, but not in this position. He had her pinned against the wall, his arm pressed against her chest. The words The Grand General said to her made the woman feel aroused.
"You know I am not an easily corrupted man, Evaine." Swain said with emphasis on the last word. "But you also know that every part of me isn't the same way."
The last sentence made Leblanc shiver. A rare pitiful mewl came from her as Swain leaned closer.
"Perhaps we really are, Enemies with benefits." He whispered.
Leblanc closed her eyes as she felt his lips touch her pale neck. Her head tilted back as she placed aside her staff, giving Swain the hint that she wanted him to take over exploring her body. He chose to put one hand on her curves, gliding them up her smooth skin.
Then it stopped.
"No." He said quickly turning away.
Leblanc's face showed extreme disappointment. She'd been so close to her goal and Swain just swiped it off like nothing happened. He soon chuckled.
"Funny isn't it? The Matron of The Black Rose can make sacrifices and almost bring the world to the brink of war without hesitation, but a single brush of a mans lip against her neck and she's helpless." Swain said.
Leblanc showed a rare case of anger. She retrieved her staff and launched more chains. Swain was pinned against the wall, but he shot back crackles of magic from his hand making Leblanc exclaim a bit painfully. He yanked her to him with another wave and trapped her in his arms. The position took its effect on The Deceiver as her chains loosened. Swain gave her a condescending look.
"There it goes again. Perhaps we are not equals after all."
Leblanc managed to cast another chain which tripped Swain. He fell with her on top of him, their noses soon touching along with their foreheads as they laid on the floor. This time she trapped him with more chains. The General scoffed at this with a glare, but also smirked.
Her target having no availability to move now, Leblanc sat up and away from Swain's face. She threw aside her staff, taking off the cloak she wore on the back and leaving only her skimpy clothing visible. The woman practically walked around with her chest exposed. Her thighs were thick and her ass was a thing of beauty with an aura that was always dark and seductive.
However, the woman didn't remove any clothing. Jericho Swain was a worthy rival and despite her nature and attitude, Leblanc wouldn't force him. She'd let him decide with her body of course giving some motivation.
Even as a General, Swain felt an instinct inside him. A primal urge to dominate his equal. Her body just there for him and the clothing barely containing it gave a welcoming look.
"Get off." He said.
Leblanc did as the man said, the chains also disappearing. Her playful attitude had gone away, showing this part of her that was believed to not even exist.
"Jericho." She said catching more attention than usual. "If you have feelings for me, or if they're somewhat related to copulation, show me. Right. Now."
The words drove Swain insane on the inside, but he maintained himself outside, though he wasn't sure for how much longer.
A minute passed by.
Leblanc scoffed, almost seeming like she was hurt by this. "Well… that's disappointing."
The woman went to get her staff and drape, but was stopped when a hand grabbed her arm. Her eyes met with his, this time Swain giving her a look that told her he didn't want her to leave. Leblanc allowed him to pull her closer to him, placing both his hands around her neck and giving her a brief kiss, almost like a test.
Swain placed a longer kiss on Leblanc, his hands now grasping her shoulders as she moaned joyfully. After adjusting to the fact that she finally had him where she wanted, Leblanc would show him that she was often the dominant one in bed. Swain felt her tongue fight back against his with fervidness. Their eyes opened with glares as their tongues violently went all over.
The Deceiver did something Elise often did to her and bit down on Swain's tongue. The Grand General felt this and was irritated by the pinching. Leblanc felt him push her onto the bed. She quickly sat up and pushed him back, but Swain showed more resistance than one would think. Seeing this, Leblanc slapped him which made his head jerk to the point. Swain glared and slapped her back. The action made the woman feel more arousal and her plan soon showed failure.
As Swain got on the bed, Leblanc tried to rip off his black clothing but Swain pushed her down. Leblanc jumped at him and wrapped herself around his body as he bent down with her soon on the bottom. They wildly kissed, Leblancs hands going through his grey hair as Swain ran his demonic hand along her curves and gave her ass a little spanking.
"OH! General Swain!" She said surprised.
Swain smirked at this and put his hands on her stomach. Without asking, The Grand General carelessly ripped off Leblanc's clothing, tossing it aside and she was finally nude in front of him. To show at least some respect, Swain undressed from his uniform. His body wasn't overly muscular, but it wasn't lacking with muscles completely. Leblanc licked her lips with a grin.
Her plan had been forgotten. She wanted to be dominated by this man. It wasn't everyday she had this chance.
Swain played with her mounds, massaging them as Leblanc moaned joyfully. He lifted her up with one arm and kissed her again. Leblanc cupped his cheek with both hands, eyes closed at the sensation. She lightly grinded against his crotch, feeling his erect member which only made her more wet. Swain's loins were burning with the urge to fuck Leblanc, feeling compelled to show her what The Grand General of Noxus was capable of.
The man leaned down to the woman, giving her neck light kisses and nibbles. Leblanc moaned more at the foreplay.
"Oh Swain, please don't tease me!" She begged.
He chuckled, soon darting his gaze to her wet lower lips. "Ah Leblanc, thorns in my side, but your flower is truly something to behold."
The Deceiver couldn't help but smile, knowing what would come next. Swain aligned himself with her womanhood. He gave her one last stare before pressing his cock into her moist folds. Leblanc moaned as her back arched up, feeling and embracing the warmth Swain was giving her. She grasped at the bedsheets as the man kept thrusting in.
"You're so big…" She moaned.
She felt Swains hands slid down to her curvy hips and soon groping her ass. Leblanc looked down to see his demonic hand raise up and then strike one of her cheeks. The Deceiver giggled delightfully as the flesh rippled.
"Spank me again. Harder."
Swain hit her backside again and again as he kept pumping into her. Leblanc's walls tightened with each thrust to get the full feeling of the invading cock. Sweat dripped from both of them as they kept up the motions. Leblanc thrusted up slightly to give what help she could, but Swain had it handled.
Leblanc threw herself up into his face, capturing him in a passionate kiss as he changed the position. Swain stood up with both him and Leblanc enveloped by one another. The kiss broke when Leblanc favoured arching back and screaming as Swain kept fucking her.
"MORE! MORE!" She screamed.
Swain showed no mercy in his further thrusts. He began to arch his back too, his grey hair flopping down. Both figures were dripping with sweat and the sound of their flesh hitting one another had been drowned out by the yells of Swain and screams of Leblanc.
The Deceiver felt herself nearing the peak and Swain was feeling the same. Her womanhood's walls clamped down on each thrust and Swain begged for release, but couldn't get there just yet despite the hard thrusts.
With a growl, Swain reached his climax and released. Leblanc experienced the same and their eyes opened up with mouths agape. The woman felt the man fill her depths making her feel warmth below. Swain's body jerked before coming to a halt. With his state of exhaustion, The Grand General fell forward, collapsing on the bed with Leblanc on the bottom.
Both of them were catching their breath as they calmed down, choosing to rub against eachother with affection and comfort. Swain eventually rolled off Leblanc who quickly moved to embrace him. She put an arm across his chest as she nested her head on it. Swain merely stroked her hair before pulling her closer.
They didn't speak for a few minutes.
"So… I guess we have another thing to rival over." Leblanc said with a little chuckle.
Swain snorted at this. "Does this mean you'll stop sending assassins and only yourself now?"
Leblanc cackled at the question. "I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?"
The Grand General only grumbled as a reply. The feeling of rest was taking over his mind and body. He didn't expect to see Leblanc when he woke up, but he did expect to be seeing her a lot more now.