Author's foreword:
This is an opener of expected series of one-shots, some of them loosely connected based on common plot. I use parts from both old and new LoL lore and I'm trying my best to avoid serious lore alterations or conflicts. There will be minimal presence of OCs (if any) as stories are completely focused on canon characters and their interactions.
First chapter is pretty vanilla. Some of following chapters are planned to include serious hardcore action.
Constructive criticism and comments are very welcome.
Also, I feel inclined to mention that I do not do commissions, but if some of my stories turned out to be VERY much to your liking and you'd like to express it by donation, it will be much appreciated.
The green and the golden. With slight bluefish hue, caused by enormous glass panels. This kind of illumination fit well with one of huge atriums inside of Institute of War. It was more like indoor garden, or even a full-sized park, than a hall. Long alleys populated by green vegetation with elegant sitting benches here and there. Pair of full-sized ponds, housing some of most exotic fish and see creatures from all over the Valoran. There was even a mock-version of dark and foreboding forest, located at east-most side of the atrium – probably made to humor those originating originating from Kumungu jungle. This entire space was almost vacant, save for few unoccupied summoners, champions and menial personnel walking around and generally enjoying a lovely day.
At the far western side of the atrium, sat a beautiful fountain – a sculpture composition, made of couple of mermaids pouring water down a spacious basin. Circled by high maples, which gave this place a gentle shade, this was a rather reclusive spot, rarely visited by larger numbers on people. And now, as usual, only one person was sitting on the bench under wide-branching maple. Yong man, with bright blond hair, looking barely 20 years old, or even less, given his slim build and medium height was currently seated upon the one of four benches surrounding the fountain. Taking a closer look, any passerby could recognize the sky-blue markings on his face and conclude, it was none else that Ezreal, the Prodigal Explorer. From the outside it appeared that Ezreal was half-napping, enjoying his leisure time outside of the matches and reading an interesting book through partially closed eyes.
There real thing was far from peacefully and serene – Ezreal's mid was occupied by memories if recent intimate encounter with Lux, or Luxana Crownguard, if named fully. He tried to concentrate on the book – a really enticing one, about unexplored and ancient locations all around Valoran, but his thought betrayed him.
He recalled actions of previous night in every detail. Has he underperformed? Well, probably not. As it appeared, thing have proceeded to mutual satisfaction. He even managed to bring Lux to her first orgasm, however small and unremarkable it was. For a first time it could be considered a great success. Still, Ezreal couldn't shake away tiny feeling of failure, incompleteness and the one he dreaded most – incompetence. So absorbed he was in his own internal musings, that he failed to notice one more shadow looming over him, tall and menacing.
Only when his sense of smell was assaulted by stringing aroma of oranges and tobacco, he was shaken from the reveries by gruff voice.
"Ahem… Mind if I have sit here, lad?"
Ezreal bolted upright, nearly dropping the book, his startled eyes meeting an impressive figure of Gangplank, The Saltwater Scourge, who was causally leaning on bench's back.
"Eh.. well, I was just leaving, please don't mind me" Ezreal stammered, looking around for exit alley.
Gangplank gave him a quizzical look and signed tiredly.
"Stay seated, kindly, would you? I only moved here because this the only damn place in the park with a bit of decent shade. You were here first. So, I don't want to inconvenience you any, so it should be me leaving if I cause you a distress."
A second passed, and Explorer was still at loss of words. He almost never conversed with notorious pirate. Even of the Fields, the longest phrase exchanged between then was 'Well played' or 'Good fight'. So, gathering his wits and trying to be polite he said:
"No, it's fine, I don't mind at all"
This said, Ezreal sat back on the bench maintaining respectful distance between pirate and himself.
"Great!" Gangplank dropped himself on other side of the bench. "I'll just sit here quietly and enjoy the breeze" Pirate slumped back on the bench stretching his legs.
Unable to concentrate anymore or go back to reading and thinking. Ezreal decided to press his luck and strike up a conversation. Maybe a pirate will get angry, and punch him – at least pain in broken face could draw some uneasy thought away.
"Em… Gangplank, just now you were speaking in pretty unusual manner, didn't you?"
Pirate's eyes shot open.
"What do you mean, lad?"
Getting ready for verbal bashing or punch at worst, Ezreal continued:
"Well, you are usually all like 'Arrrrrr-Harrrr' and 'Scurvy dog'. But now you're speaking without any of those 'pirate style' things"
To Ezreal's surprise, Gangplank barked out a short laugh, no sign on anger present.
"You see" he started to explain "this pirate style is more of an image thing. I do in for general audience and for my crew back in Bildgewater. So, when speaking to someone with decent level of intellectual development, I tend to keep my words free of than slang"
"Ha, I see.." Ezreal trailed off "I assume I should take that 'intellectual development' thing as a compliment"
"Heh, was stating a fact, nothing more. For example, I'd be speaking with Garen in my pirate style 'cos that dolt can get only the simplest of phrases though thick skull of his"
Ezreal could only snicker and no his approval at this – he held very little liking for Luxanna's brutal brother.
"So" Gangplank leaned toward Explorer a bit "I guess you are in a bit more talkative mood now. Care to tell me why you were brooding here all alone? Women problems, eh?"
Ezreal's mood soured momentarily and he muttered:
"You don't say…"
"None of my business, I bet. But! When you have problem with women" GP raised an index finger of his prosthetic hand in symbolic gesture "you should occupy your time with something that you do best"
"The thing I do best…" at this Ezreal hung his head a little " Well, I'm more or less confined to Institute ground for next half-a-year, so no exploring, no travels"
Gangplank only smirked and asked:
"Then, how about some storytelling?"
"I fail to catch your drift."
"Pretty simple" with this words pirate reached inside one of his many pockets and took out neatly folded paper, holding it out to Ezreal. "Tell me a story about this. You've probably seen something similar during your travels."
Carefully, Explorer unfolded the paper and his eyes promptly bulged out, seeing its contents.
He couldn't phantom just how the hell pirate has gotten his hands on this kind of thing. The paper contained an outline plan of hextech airship, a big and definitely not a combat one.
Gangplank grinned at his reaction and said:
"Now you're probably thinking that old pirate is gonna build gun-blazing air raider and sow terror across the air?"
"I assumed that much."
"And how do you think I will outfit an airship with weaponry if I learn nothing about hextech guns and have no source of information about them?"
"You got me here" Ezreal shook his head. "Airship simply will not lift off, if set with conventional weapons, because they are too heavy. But still, if it is not a combat ship, why are you even interested?"
"Ah, now we get to tricky part" Gangplank raised an index finger, signifying importance of what he was about to say. "All that that piracy, pillage and plunder, fine and dandy, as long as you're young. But with years, I started to see, broader perspective, so to say. And I thought: I'd be damned if I leave Bildgewater as it is, without making my mark on its history. You, see, my home city is looked upon like den of lowlifes and criminals. Rightfully so, as it is now. I want to change it. I want to make Bildgewater into prospering trade and transportation hub. City already has strategic position on sea trading lanes, but I want more. I intend to build civilian airships, to rival those of Pilover and Zaun. Entire damn fleet! I've money enough to obtain services of scientists and engineers, but a few driven minds helping me as much for cash as for just the idea, would be also good."
A minute of silence passed. Explorer was just too shocked to form any coherent response for tirade he just got exposed to. And he blurted out the most stupid thing he could say:
"Aren't you concerned that someone will learn of you intentions from me?" and immediately gave himself a mental slap. To his surprise, pirate just shrugged, carefree.
"I know that you can quite a blabbermouth, in certain matters. But in this case, I'm pretty confident that you'll keep the thing you heard to yourself"
Relied that he dodged a bullet after such a dangerous slip of tongue, Ezreal made up his mind.
"Stay put, I'll be right back" – he said jumping from the bench. In flash of magic Explorer has disappeared, leaving non-fazed pirate to wait.
About ten minutes passed, when low buzz a magical teleportation repeated, followed by loud cursing.
"Shit!" – Ezreal yelled, as he appeared three meters high in the air, right atop the bench he was previously sitting on. His hands occupied by assortment of scroll, books and files, he was unable to initiate short range teleportation again. Rough landing was imminent.
Right before the expected kiss-the-ground, Ezreal felt strong hand snatching his out of the air and setting carefully on the bench. With juggler's agility, Gangplank caught some stray files that managed to slip from Explorer's hands.
"He-he, my aim was a bit off. Long range teleportation and stuff" – Ezreal laughed, slightly embarrassed. "Nice catch, by the way".
"Couldn't let my informant to plant face-first into stones, could I?" Gangplank scanned the writing now lying all over the bench. "Quite a lot of interesting papers you brought."
"Yup. Though we better soft them out – I grabbed everything I could on the topic, so some of them might prove useful"
Four hours of digging though various scrolls, books and parchments, sun was beginning to set. Surprisingly, all the texts and charts Ezreal has procured proved to be more or less useful. Also, Explorer admitted to himself, that his perception of dreaded pirate has completely changed. He kind of knew, that Gangplank was smarter that pirate's appearance let on, but seeing strategist and an actually thoughtfully man that cared for his people, was shaking discovery.
"Phew, I think this was a last of them" said Ezreal, adding one last file to neat stack. Gangplank nodded:
"Aye, got all of them sorted. Thanks a bunch, lad. With this I'll be ready to start working of first airship."
Pirate's face turning sly, he asked with barely noticeable grin:
"Women problems ain't no bother anymore, eh?"
Ezreal just shrugged to that.
"Not forgotten, but that issue doesn't hang on me anymore like a dead weight. You were right about distracting myself."
"Heh, so the problem originally was? If you don't mind me asking. And I bet it was that light-mage lass, Luxana."
"Uhh, well, yes" Ezreal looked clearly uncomfortable now. "Maybe I'm just overreacting and worrying about nothing…" He fell silent, unable to formulate his thoughts further.
After a little contemplation, Gangplank decided to go with blunt approach, to learn all the details of what was troubling his young informant. Wanting to help someone was pretty rare thing for him. But considering amount of useful information that Ezreal has already provided, pirate fully intended to pry into all details of Explorer's problematic affair and assists to the best of his ability. Ignoring obvious discomfort of the young man, he pressed on:
"Affair falling apart, or maybe bed problems?"
"It is the latter…" came a muttered response.
"Spill the beans lad, maybe I could give you some advice. So, you had six 'o'clock or what?"
"No, not that!" Ezreal waved his hands around almost frantically "It was alright I think, and Lux even enjoyed herself, but, somehow, I feel I just wasn't good enough. That sticky gut feeling"
Gangplank already had a picture forming in his mind, but he needed a little more input to be sure. So he went forth:
"First time with her? And I think she was a virgin, while you, my friend, had some fun before meeting her."
Explorer nodded affirmatively and said:
"You got it right. But I must say that I'm not like Jayce or Drawen – don't have a hundred and plus on my bed-stand counter. Despite my advertised popularity, I can count my 'episodes' by fingers on my hands. Most of them being way older than me. "Here, Ezreal shut himself up abruptly, afraid that he just made himself an image of MILF-lover.
"Ha! I get it now!" Scratching his beard thoughtfully, pirate leaned back and started speaking with mentor-like voice:
"New woman, especially an inexperienced one, is like a new ship, fresh out of docs. You don't know how she reacts to the rudder, how she runs with the wind. The thing I'm trying to say is: unless you are both a natural-born fucker with pussy-hunt instinct and awesomely experienced stud, a first time with new girl will always be tad bit awkward. Can't speak for myself though, as I always held any relationships from side of power – my power. Simply didn't have time for awkwardness. And yours is probably one of mutual affection – the thing I didn't quite have to experience. Only time I had relationship with women on equal footing and from mutual position of power... It was fun, but both had a bit of broken bones afterwards. Arrr, can't speak of this story when I'm sober."
Gangplank paused, gathering his thoughts and went on:
"The point is very simple. If that Lux lass has some brains in pretty head of hers, and, I'm sure she has a lot; she'll understand that you both need a time to get accustomed to each other. Next night, you will be better. And, I'm kinda sure that she will be better too. Hah, quite a rant I gave here – hope it will be of a use for ya."
Ezreal, now smiling broadly replied:
"It sure is. You somehow managed to put a couple of thing there were flying aimlessly inside my head in simple terms, so I could grasp them at last. Thanks to you a got a clear picture of what should I do with Lux next."
"Now you problem is half out of the way" pirate jumped up, grabbing a stack of papers and beckoning Explorer to take another one "Lets drop these at my place and I'll set you up with person who can see about second half of the problem."
Confused, Ezreal picked up his stack of papers and asked:
"Second half? I though we got it figured out"
"No so fast lad. I say, you heard my point of view. But you need woman's opinion. And sure as hell I'm getting you one. Returning favor so to say."
"Ehehe" with nervous laugh Ezreal inquired "you're not setting my up to have a nice talk with Illaoi, are you?"
Hearing this, pirate choked and coughed to clear his throat.
"Nah, I very much prefer to see you healthy and in one piece. Messing with Illaoi is not a path you should take. At least not in ten years or so, trust my experience. I have something completely different in mind for you. Let's go!"
With quick strides, pair reached Gangplank's residence, deposing all assorted papers there and headed at direction of "fun" district, that was occupied by numerous bars and brothels. After countless number of twists and runs through non-descript streets, Explorer felt kind lost. Suddenly, Gangplank stopped in from of door that looked like an entrance to some random residence and pulled it open, beckoning Ezreal to come in.
Interior of the building was completely different from its outside appearance. What looked like some rundown apartment from the street, was actually clean and pretty quiet bar with wide selection of drinks and more than decent choice of meals. Bouncer at the doors only gave a sideways glance and a nod to new visitors.
With confident steps, Saltwater Scourge moved thought the bar, toward its far end, where several alcoves could be seen, separated from common space by heavy curtains, Ezreal following close behind. Stopping in from on corner alcove, pirate threw open the curtains and walking, pulling explorer inside too.
The pair was greeted by non-to-happy face of Sarah Fortune, apparently in the middle of her meal.
"The fug, GP?" she spoke, venom evident in her voice. "You're the last person I want to see alive and outside of the fields. Oh, hi Ez. Now you're best buds with that old scum or what?"
"Hi, Sarah" explorer waved his hand awkwardly "You, see I was just…"
His half-hearted attempt to explain the situation, was interrupted by Gangplank, throwing some small item directly at Miss Fortune's face, which she caught effortlessly. The instant she recognized the item in her hand, her eyes widened. In was a simple bronze brooch, of absolutely unsophisticated design, yet somehow Miss Fortune couldn't tear her gaze away from it. Without letting her regain composure, Gangplank spoke up:
"Return it to his family. They'll want it as a farewell token. Now, Fortune, you owe me a favor. One I intend to collect right now." Hearing this words, female pirate stiffened, expecting the worst.
With wolfish grin, Gangplank clapped Ezreal on shoulder so hard that young man nearly fell over.
"Young lad needs some advice. And you, Fortune, are going to provide. Unless you consider memory of your most valued crewmates worthless…" then pirate stride out of alcove, leaving dumbfolded and still wavering Ezreal with half-angry, half-confused Sarah Fortune.
After few moment of uncomfortable silence, Sarah gestured to Ezreal to seat across from her. Filling a shot with rum she pushed it toward Explorer and spoke:
"I have no idea how the fug you ended up in that bastard's company. And… I don't really want to know. But the trick he pulled obliges me. So down a shot and shoot away, I'm listening".
Having no other option, explorer took down the offered run in on swing and cringed. He was never a fan of strong alcohol. Though, he had to admit, that a sharp sting of rum made speaking out a bit easier.
"Don't really know where to start… GP simply dragged me here, after I helped him with some research. I blurted out a bit about my own problem to him and he insisted on helping, in his own way."
"And the problem is?"
"With ladies. Or to be exact, a certain lady." Even with rum taking its effect, Ezreal could avoid color rising to his cheeks.
"You know Ez…" Sarah started, amusement clear is her voice "you and I were always on pretty good terms. Maybe not best buds, but still. You could just come up to me and talk about your concerns, without old scumbag's involvement."
"Bah!" explorer raised both his had in a theatric gesture "How do you see it? Something like 'Hey, Sarah, I fucked Lux last night and I think that I have underperformed. Gimmi some advise how to fuck better'. You'd probably just kick me in the shins for than" And so he was graced by rare sight of Sarah Fortune choking on her drink. After a series of coughs she managed to speak:
"Wow, slow down, Ez! I thought you had problem with flirting, not fucking! Don't you think you should talk to medic, if you have lacking 'performance'?"
"I'm fine physically. It's just… I have a feeling that I might be doing something wrong."
Red-haired pirate sighed wearily and pinched a bridge of her nose. This was going to be difficult.
"Allright..." she stood up making a way towards alcoves exit "Lets grab some of my stuff from room upstairs and head back to Institute's dorms. You can tell me about your little adventure with Lux on the way there, and I'll try to give you some pointers."
Rising to follow, Explorer couldn't help but ogle his longtime opponent a bit. Sure as hell, Sarah was developed… And her quite revealing outfits left little to imagination. While he fell into stride after the pirate, young man found his gaze glued to her ass. That seductive sway of hips in tight leather pans just screamed 'take me!'. Ezreal had to shake his head a little to get rid of the image of himself, bending Sarah over, right on the stairs they were ascending and nailing her real hard. "Got to jack off after I'm done here" he though. "Too much tensions for one day. It even more taxing then five matches in a row."
As if sensing his thoughts, Sarah made sharp turn on the top of the staircase, jerking movement causing her half unbuttoned blouse to slip down her left shoulder,, making a show a plumb breast barely concealed by lacy red bra. Just as quickly, Sarah disappeared behind a corner, leaving Explorer standing at the middle of the stairs with his mouth agape. Closing his bone-box with audible snap, Ezreal ran up the stairs – state of shock was becoming unwelcomingly frequent condition for him today. He caught up with redhead when she was already inside the small room, two doors down the corridor. Two chests stood open on the left side of the room, opposite to simple couch, covered by navy blue fabric. Sarah appeared unloading various small bags and satchels form one of the chests and sorting them of the floor.
"Close the door" she spoke without turning "I don't fancy anyone peeking on the goods here"
Explorer obliged, fixing a latch on the door securely. For a moment, he entertained a though, he and Sarah were actual "goods" in the room. With nothing better to do, he slumped on the coach, waiting for pirate queen to be done with contents of the chest.
Another bag hit the floor, and Sarah half-turned from her kneeling position.
"Might as well get started with a story. You'd have hard time speaking, when I load you with my stuff like a pack mule" She winked playfully and added "All juicy details please. I'd love to hear how our little princess Luxy acts in bed"
Yong man only groaned in frustration and exhaled loudly.
"She act in pretty normal way, I guess. A little restrained maybe… But it should be normal, it was her first time after all…"
"First time, eh?" Sarah interrupted "You sure? She might be hiding some really lewd things under that innocent smile. And I heard the rumors, the her big and brutish brother has a little sister complex"
"Absolutely sure" with some seriousness back into his voice, Ezreal confirmed "She couldn't lie about it. And… One just cannot fake inexperience in such a way."
"Oka-a-a-y, so Luxy was a virgin and you are definitely not. At which point you messed things up then?" The last satchel was thrown out of the chest carelessly, and the redhead, content with the organized chaos she created, stood up and promptly landed on the couch, small distance away from Ezreal. "Wait, don't bother answering, and let me guess" she went on "You were too small for her? Had six'o'clock in most important moment? Came in a minute a dropped asleep?"
"You know…" Ezreal uttered with a tiniest hint of malice creeping into his tone "You and Gangplank have some things in common. Namely – pocking fun at obvious things and in absolutely crude manner"
Pirate queen visibly cringed.
"Sorry, Ez. I kinda got carried away. So kindly, don't compare me with that scoundrel"
Explorer just nodded.
"And to help you" the redhead went on "I need to know just one simple thing. Luxy clearly didn't enjoy the act or she just didn't act in way you have imagined she would?"
Gears clicked in Explorer's head almost audibly.
"The second' he confirmed "I thought it all will be different somehow. More intense, maybe"
"Then, I'm almost sure you have nothing to worry about." Sarah twisted a lock of red hair between her fingers as she elaborated "It never goes as you imagine. Better not to imagine anything – this way you'll have no false expectations and might actually get a pleasant surprise. There is one thing in your story though, that can be a reason of Luxy being not riled up enough, but I find it doubtful."
"And the thing is?"
"You suck in foreplay" Sarah deadpanned "But it is just a wild guess from me"
"Come to think of it" concern visible in his face, as Ezreal tried to fully recall events of previous night "There wasn't much foreplay. What could I have done wrong…?"
"Up to you to find out. Maybe you've groped her in a wrong way, undressed her too fast, make a bite where you shouldn't have. A thousand of things. Heck, I can even imagine you being a horribly sloppy kisser, when overexcited"
Shaken from his self-evaluation by last remark, young man immediately went on defensive:
"I'm not sloppy! I would know if I was"
Sarah just giggled, amused by his reaction.
"Don't take it too seriously, Ez. You're so much fun, I can't hold myself from provoking you a little. But who knows, maybe this joke has a portion of truth inside – especially if you try to push your tongue down poor gal's throat the very moment you start making out."
"That really hurt my feelings" Ezreal exclaimed with fake dramatic voice and the suddenly winked at female pirate "When it comes to makeouts, I'm every bit of gentleman."
"How would I know…" Sarah drawled in reply, while she sneakily crept a bit closer, her bright emerald eyes locked with Explorer's blue ones. "Unless" she continued, where there was less the twenty centimeters between their faces "my good friend and rival, the Prodigal Explorer is willing to show me how." She wanted to see cute blonde blush and stammer, poke fun at him a little more. And then give him enough insight about foreplay, so he wouldn't mess up next time. Maybe she went overboard. Yes, definitely overboard. Because she didn't expect Ezreal to casually caress her chin and bring their lips together.
It was quite a surprise for them both. Ezreal was astonished at himself for not giving a damn about consequences and just acting on impulse, while Sarah never pictured cute blondie to be the bold type. Both tentative at first, testing and tasting each other, with some measure of restraint. It did not take long for the situation to evolve into full mouth-to-mouth action, participants devouring one another's lips, tongues twisting haphazardly. Then the hands began to roam.
It has ended as abruptly as it started. They broke apart, gasping for air and trying to grasp rather compromising position they ended in. Miss Fortune was sitting at Explorer's lap. Her blouse unbuttoned and down her waist. The only article of clothing that preserved a tiny shred of her dignity was a red bra, with shoulder straps already down.
"Not. A. Sloppy. Kisser. For sure" Sarah breathed out, regaining her composure a little. "I can't even imagine why Luxy acted cold if you did the same way with her - you got riled me up real good" she smirked and licked her upper lip in lewdest way a man could imagine.
Ezreal, on his part, was slightly unsure on how to proceed with current development – he didn't expect a half-naked pirate queen sitting at his lap after heated make-out session. It took him less than second to decide – he's gonna risk it, he's gonna fuck Sarah Fortune or bite the bullet.
Without sparing it a second thought, Ezreal extended his hand a little and unclasped Sarah's bra. Red fabric fell away, exposing her impressive rack. With all honesty, Ezreal preferred something smaller. Not that he'll say that out loud, but he considered Sarah or Sona for the mention, to be way too well-endowed for his liking – he was a fan of more athletic builds possessed by Riven and Diana. But now, he had someone else to take care of and he'll certainly will. Ezreal put his hand to work, caressing globes of flesh, while his mouth descended of Sarah's neck, trailing kisses from her jawline to collarbone. A hum of sighs of approval followed him ministration and seconds later Explorer felt nimble hands almost ripping his shirt away and quickly undoing pants belt and zipper. His semi-hard dick was a next target, as pirate queen gave it a couple of strokes through the fabric of briefs. In turn, Ezreal went to attack her breasts, forcing Sarah to lean back while he gently tweaked and sucked her nipples.
Their entwined sitting position prevented them from undressing further and the head from teasing and foreplay was becoming unbearable. Taking initiative once again, Ezreal pushed Sarah from him lap, so she ended up standing on all fourth on sofa, facing the wall. The he deftly pulled her tight leather pants down and away, exposing her butt and shapely legs. It appeared that she wore matching red-lace panties, already stained wet by arousal. Explorer couldn't hold himself from self-satisfied remark:
"Didn't think that you were expecting me THAT much"
"Pull your pants down and do me, smart-ass!" – Miss Fortune retorted, while almost tearing away her panties that suddenly became very unwanted and restrictive. Her clean-shaven privates were exposed, slightly elongated labia, a shade darker than surrounding skin already glistering with arousal.
With all possible haste, Ezreal got rid of his pants and boxers, almost doing a barrel-roll on the couch and lined up his already had member against Sarah's wet entrance. No further preparation or warning made, he pushed in, slowly. A hitched breath from female pirate, and then a soft moan when he got all the way inside. She was tight, comfortably tight, not in a manner that will push you out, but rather a feeling of narrow channel pulsing and squeezing all around. Ezreal started with long and slow strokes, going all the way in and out, only leaving tip of his dick inside when he moved back. He put his hand of redhead's shoulders, forcing her into more submissive position and doing each measured stroke harder than the next. He knew he was doing thing exactly the right way, as Sarah's breathing became slightly more erratic and he she let out a couple of audible moans through clenched teeth. For some time, this slow pace was kept, wet slapping sounds filling the room and with occasional "ahs!" from Sarah unable to keep herself from voicing her pleasure. Then, she started pushing back, urging Explorer to speed up, but he had other plans. He pulled out completely and moved back a bit.
"Ez, get back in! I'm burning up!" – Sarah almost whined.
"Not so fast, my dear. I want to be lazy for a while" – with this words, Ezreal dropped down on the couch and added "Get on top. I'm letting you be in control – I know you'd love that".
"Hmmpf" – was only reply he got, while redhead moved on top of him, straddling his hips and impaled herself on his dick. She started bouncing up and down, now being on control of how fast to go, she picked up a pace, making it wild and rocky ride. Ezreal was rewarded with sight of fiery succubus, her red hair flailing; face flushed with arousal and need. He took a chance to caress Sarah's breasts and clit while she rode him, making her shudder and gasp with each circular motion his finger did on top sensitive areas. Explorer started trusting upwards to, meeting pirate queen's hips halfway with, wet smacks resounding. Sarah was now breathing hard and moaning with no reservation so of being heard. One more strong thrust and she stopped the ride, instead gyrating her hips and sliding back and forth a little. She was definitely not tired, and seeing a questioning looks on blonde's face she spoke:
"Ez, lets change position. I'm goddamn close and I'm afraid I can't stop in time, we might have little accident"
Hearing this, Ezreal snorted "High and might Sarah Fortune afraid of little creampie?"
"Not afraid, you loggerhead" she smacked Explorer lightly on the chest "we're just not doing it today". She got off him and laid of her side, back facing Ezreal. "Take me from behind, and don't forget to pull out on time. If you'll be a good boy, I'll let you do it inside… later"
Ezreal just smirked and got down to business, positioning himself right behind Sarah and lifting her leg up a little, to allow himself easier entry. This time, he started pounding away with speed and gusto, as redhead responded to him with series of moans and labored breathing.
"Yeah, go on! I'm… I'm…" there was no real need to put that in words. Sarah's body was on fire, especially her lower half. Was it long period of abstention, or it was Ezreal himself that made her tick, she didn't care, she was getting off and hard. Already, she felt waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body, tiny spasm and jolts everywhere. She couldn't hold it anymore. Sarah let out a long moan, nearly ending in squeal as she came. Ezreal followed soon afterwards, unable to hold against grip of redhead's love-channel squeezing his dick. He pulled out right on time to land a first shot of white and hot seed of Sarah's nether lips and then paint her privates and ass-cheeks. Sudden whim crossing his mind, Ezreal pushed his fingers inside Sarah wet slit and pumped as fast as he could. To his surprise, he ended up getting four fingers inside without much resistance. Sarah shrieked at intrusion, still not recovered from her post-orgasmic haze and facing even more stimulation. She came again mere seconds after having first orgasm – quite a rarity for her to experience. Now she was fully sated. At least for a day, or maybe a little less…
"Eeeezzz, you know, you're real gooood…" Sarah drawled as she turned around and kissed Explorer on the lips affectionately. "I want to steal you away from Luxy, aaaaaallllll for myself"
"I'm open to negotiations" – that was the best line Ezreal could come up with, not wanting to discuss complications that were just brought into his love-life by recent passion-driven fling. "I guess for now, we're kind of friends with big-big benefits?"
"Yeaaaah, I'm fine with that. Now c'mere, hold me close" Sarah said draping her leg over Ezreal's midriff "You're probably only person I fell myself comfortable cuddling with".
Instead of answering, Explorer decided to show his appreciation by lining couple of kisses along Sarah's jaw neck and collarbone. They stayed like that for about quarter an hour, lazily caressing each other and trading kisses, until both felt it was time to depart.
The pair made themselves decent and gathered all the belongings that were meant to be brought to Miss Fortune's apartment. After that, they we're swiftly on their way, road to Institute dormitories being uneventful, as they talked mostly about League matches and recent adjustments to policies for champions. There was a bit of awkwardness between them, as topics of sensual nature were avoided as they talked, but the overall mood was still bright, both being pretty content with current developments.
Arriving at the door of Miss Fortune's dormitory, Ezreal dropped his part of stuff inside and almost turned to leave, unsure how to pick up parting words. The best he managed to get out was:
"Well, I guess I'll see you soon Sarah. Maybe in next match, I heard summoners intend to put us on opposing teams"
His lame "goodbye" attempt didn't get unnoticed, as Fortune stuck her tongue out and retorted:
"Be ready have your arse kicked then, lover-boy! I bet you'll lose like zero to twelve against me. I'll even wager on that". That kicked the Explorer into defensive mode immediately:
"Fine, let's make a wager. One who wins the lane without help from jungler gets losing party to fulfil one wish. Deal?"
"Deal!" Sarah extended her hand and clasped it firmly over Ezreal's. He expected her to release his hand but instead she pulled, making Ezreal stumble forward and bringing their bodies together. Then, she whispered huskily into his ear:
"But now, I want you to stay with me tonight. Got any objections?"
"None, I'd love that" Ezreal smiled broadly. He was into for one hell of a night.