Author's note: Hello ladies and gents, welcome to my first try at the big M rated material. Unlike my first one, that I have resolved to keep T, with minimal graphic nature and focusing more on human conflict, I am going to try see if I can write a love story that is literally like a bed of roses. As for now, while still trying to figure out how I want to finish my last story, I am going to work on a pairing that I have wished more people would have tried by now. There are only a few and I want to give Cassiopia her time in the spot light. Please R&R and always remember to have fun.

Meet Your Summoner

After another satisfying win, Cassiopeia Du Couteau was her typically smug self. After she and her team were teleported back to the safety of the Summoning Chamber Cassiopeia thanked her teammates, as was custom, and turned to face her Summoner. Her Summoner was of average high and build. His hood covered his eyes but she noticed a small smile on his lips. To Cassiopeia this was of no consequence. Before her unfortunate transformation she was the envy of Noxus beauty and intelligence. But now, she chose to ignore most smiles because it was most people's way of coping with their nervousness around her.

She was of course a cursed women, and because of some decisions in her past, she had ended up as a deadly enchantress, with the body of a snake. Cassiopeia was once a very proud woman for the power she held in persuasion. But now she took pride only in her ability to cause fear. She slithered up to the Summoner; extending her hand and in a sexy but S ridden accent she said, "Ssssommoner, was a plesssure as alwaysss." She was surprised by the young man, he actually took her hand without hesitation and planted a small kiss on her knuckles.

"The pleasure was all mine, my lady." His voice was low but had a good vibrato to it. He was definitely not old but he was certainly a fully grown man. "I hope all was to your liking?"

"It wasss, I might have even enjoyed it." Cassiopeia answered with a matter of fact tone. Most Champions and Summoners would not even get a greeting from the woman but this Summoner had spent the past month summoning her regularly to the Fields of Justice. At first it was the simple ground rules of "don't ask me anything" and "let's get this over with". Cassiopeia viewed the League itself as a game that did not solve anything but it did fill her need to take her anger out on something that would not get her in trouble. "Will you be sssummoning me again anytime sssoon?" She asked placing her hands on her hips and projecting her more than ample assets to the Summoner.

The Summoner slightly shook his head, she might be half snake but she was still all woman from the waist up, "I would not doubt it, my lady." Trying to keep his composure and cool in his voice. "Would you like that I let you know in advance?" adding a bit of playfulness, a signature accent to most of his questions.

Now Cassiopeia was the one to stop and think, most Summoners would just take advantage of the fact that Champions on the institute's grounds needed to be ready for summoning at certain times and were not inherently given advanced warning. Curiosity seemed to strike the Siren so she decided to play along, "Yes, actually, I will hold you to it." She replied bringing her face very close to the Summoner's, "But, first." Flicking the top of his hood farther back onto his head and Exposing his eyes asked. "What is your real name?"

Her actions had not gone unnoticed. Some of the Champions and Summoners been standing there watching this unfold and talking among themselves. Most of them remembered the last time Cassiopeia got that close to a Summoner, he was bed ridden for multiple months.

Standing perfectly still, "Mark Vesk," he answered; opening his green emerald eyes to meet her gold ones. "At your service, my lady" finishing with a confident smile to match the Champion's.

"Confident one aren't we?" Cassiopeia was never one to ignore confidence, real or forced. "Hmmm…" now pulling her face away from the Summoner and hearing a combined exhale from the other members of the room. "Would you be able to join me for lunch? I would like to ask you a few more questions." Now this really silenced the room.

Cassiopeia, a woman that would rather leave her Summoner in a shaking mess, was inviting one to lunch!? Mark replied, "It would be an honor, my lady." Bowing slightly to show his acceptance to the invitation.

"Pleassse Sssummoner I have too many meeting with the high command every week to hear my title outssside of it." She gave a weak smile, "Pleassse call me Cassssiopia or Cassss. I am sssure you will know when and where to usssse either." Still looking him she noticed a small gleam to his very welcoming eyes.

"Thank you Cassiopeia." Never leaving eye contacted with the enchantress. "Now when would you want to meet for lunch?"

"Well…" She looked over her shoulder at the clock just above the entrance of the Summoning Chamber. "Now seems good, I have plansss to meet my sssister in a bit and ssshe might want to join usss." Turning her frame to the door and waiting for the Summoner.

Mark adjusted his hood to once again cover his eyes and walked to the side of the Noxian. He noticed everyone remaining in the room was just eyeing him and his now lunch date as they exited the room. One of his good friends, Tristana, was giving him a good luck gesture from the corner. He gave a smile and continued in the direction of the exit. Cassiopeia noticed this and asked, "What wasss that Sssummoner?" she asked with a bit of agitation.

Mark tilled his head in her direction, "That was just a very old friend wishing me luck in my next adventure." Cassiopeia was about to respond before he cut her off. "I would expect that you would be the last person to forget about the enigma that is Cassiopeia Du Couteau." Ending with a small chuckle.

Sharing in the moment with a small hum on her words, "Hmmm, I would sssuppose you are right Sssummoner." It was odd, for the first time in a long time she started to feel something she had almost forgotten about for five years since her transformation, happiness.

As the odd pair made their way to the dining hall they passed by multiple Champions and Summoners and they received looks ranging from disgusted, concern, or just plain confusion. Cassiopeia paid no attention to any of these but occupied her time with examining the man beside her. He was about 5'8" and from her point of view quite handsome. He was wearing the purple robes of a mid-level Summoner but she did not recognize the trim on his robes, alternating blue and brown, which showed what city states he hailed from. She decided to not pay it any attention as long as they were not blue and gold, there was one thing she could not stand and that was the stuck-up, self-righteous, pompous Domacian.

As they came to the open doors of the dining hall who else was standing there but none other than the nefarious Sinister Blade or as her sister would call her, "Kat, I am ssso glad you were able to make it sssister." Cassiopeia said, stopping just before the assassin.

Katarina was at the time flicking a blade like a coin up and down catching it with her fingers while leaning against the wall. She quickly sheathed the weapon, kicked herself softly off the wall, looked to her sister, and gave her a small hug, "I am always happy to have time with my favorite sister." Katarina suddenly noticed Mark standing right next to them, hands tucked in his robe and hood obscuring his face. "And who is this Cass? One of your new toys." She said with a bit of apprehension in her voice.

Rolling her eyes she place a hand on Marks shoulder, "This is the Summoner I have been telling you about recently." Mark's body tensed briefly from the sudden contact "The one that has been summoning me regularly for the past month."

Turning to face the Summoner, "Well, seeing you have not turned into stone I suppose you have some character." Katarina extending a hand, "Who are you Summoner and where are you from?"

Mark took Katarina's hand and shook it firmly. He was not about to give a Noxian Lieutenant a noble's greeting in fear of being openly beaten by the beauty that stood before him. "Mark Vesk, at your service, my lady," and with a bit of calm pride he continued with, "and if you must know, Bandle City." No shame came from his words but now it was the two sisters who gave him an odd look.

With a smirk on her face Katarina looked at her sister, "Quite the interesting one you invited along today Cass."

Cassiopeia still caught a little off guard from the interaction simply nodded her head, "Well… I guess not everything is as it seems?" Sliding towards the door as she finished.

Mark chuckled a bit under his breath, "You have no idea."