Set (a while) after In-depth Study of the Fox's Eating Habits Regarding Winged Creatures

In-depth Study of the Fox's Playing Habits Regarding Winged Creatures - First Part

Xayah woke up. And, for once, found Rakan still asleep. Maybe due to his hyperactivity, he hardly ever slept for more than four or five hours straight, so when she woke up she almost always found him already awake. A few times he'd get up while she was still sleeping, though those times he always ended up waking her almost immediatly one way or another, since moving silently was surprisingly hard for him. Truth be told, she liked it more when they slept out in the open, but they were in a city and they would have stayed there for another couple of days so renting a room was simply more convenient. Rakan did get quite the money with his performances so they could easily afford it. She rested her head on Rakan's upper chest, listening to the sound of his breath and his heartbeat. The sun had already risen, and the light came in trough the half-open window, illuminating their wings, hers as dark as his was bright. Her gaze then wandered around the room for a while, and she spotted their clothes all over the place -they were covered only by their wings and the sheets at the moment- before focusing on Rakan.

Her bites and scratches were still visible on his skin, though they were fading already -he healed fast, even for a vastaya-. It had been a rather... wild night. The one four months before, however, was still the most intense one they had shared -no way in hell she was grateful to Ahri for that though-, and thankfully Rakan decided not to ask her too many times why she was in that state when he came back. Her pride didn't allow her to tell him what had happened.

The city they were in was rather large, and relatively close to the coast. They had heard there would have been a great concert there. On the first Xayah didn't care about it at all, and decided to go there simply because Rakan was curious what kind of music was popular outside of Ionia. Then she heard that, among others, Ahri would have singed there as well, and decided to settle the score with her. What she had told her lover, though, was that there was an old aquaintance of her she wanted to meet around there. The moment she told Rakan said acquaintance understood nothing of neither dance nor songs, he decided not to meet her. As Xayah had expected. He did ask her who exactly she was meeting, and there she found herself in a pinch since she hadn't thought it out that much, but luckily Rakan's attention span ended there and he started focusing on a cloud. And then on a cat. And then... well, the list would go on for far too long so let's end it here and move on.

Truth be told, Rakan had a feeling what she had told him wasn't really true, and Xayah was aware of that, but he trusted her enough not to worry that much about it. She liked that side of him. She liked everything about him, the same way he liked everything about her. Rakan then woke up and strentched both his limbs and his wing, causing the light from the window to be reflected in several different shades of gold over the walls of the room.

"Wait, did I fall asleep?"

"You sure did" she replied.

"Oh damn. Sleeping is so boring"

Xayah laughed a bit, then got on top of him, putting herself in display for her lover. She had planned to start looking for Ahri again that afternoon -she could only find out she was a famous singer during her search in the previous two days, and nothing else-, and the concert was planned to start in the evening so they both had time to spare. And there wasn't much to do that suited her tastes in a city anyway.

"How about doing something better than sleeping then?"

Rakan found pulling her in for a kiss more appropriate than actually answering.

Later, that afternoon. They were just about to walk out of the building they had rented a room in. It was a six-storey building, seven counting the ground level, with another subterranean floor for a total of eight. A sort of hotel, placed in front of the square -the very, very large square- in which the stage for the concert had been set up. Their room was on the fourth floor. Maybe Rakan would have watched the concert from there. Maybe.

"I'll be going then" Xayah said "You can wait for me in the room if I'm not back yet when the music is over"

Rakan turned his gaze from... somewhere, I have no idea what he was looking at, to her.

"Sure" he replied.

They kissed again, then Rakan walked away screaming "Here I come again, world!" and humming loudly, drawing the gaze of everyone nearby, as if his plumage alone wasn't attention-catching enough.

Xayah wondered what would have been more discussed about in town the next day, the concert or the mess he was almost likely going to make either before or after the concert. Or during it, if he didn't like the music. She just hoped to finish in time to join him on whatever he was going to do. Then she turned and started walking.

Same day, different hour. The concert was about to start, around half an hour left, maybe less. The square was full of people. From what she had gathered, the concert was planned to last around nine or ten hours -quite the event- and Ahri would have before a band and after another soloer. The names were respectively Pentakill and Sona. She knew none of them. Nor did she care. It's not that she didn't like music. It's just that she had Rakan for that, and she really didn't need anything or anyone else.

Anyway, her search for Ahri ended up being once again unsuccessful, and while wandering around the town she had ended up back in front of the hotel again. She was starting to consider the idea of waiting for the fox to finish her performance and go meet her afterwards since she couldn't seem to find her anywhere, when she saw her. She was standing right in front of the tall building's entrance. Nobody noticed her, which seemed rather odd since she was supposed to be quite famous. Then again, if really her magic was similar to Rakan's then there was a simple explanation. He had once told her that the same way one can charm people with magic, one can also make himself be ignored. Something along the lines of doing the same thing in the opposite order, or doing it inwards rather than outwards, he really didn't explain it that well. "Why would you even do that? The idea itself makes no sense" he added.

Ahri smiled at Xayah and gestured her to come closer as she walked inside, and she chased after the fox. There was hardly anyone left inside the building, if someone was still there they were most likely in the rooms overlooking the square. She chased Ahri downstairs, in the underground floor. By the look of it, that area was used as a warehouse. All halleys and doors with numbers as labels. Light was provided by several lanterns, though most of them weren't actually lighted. She could hear Ahri laughing as she ran. So. Damn. Annoying. Then, suddenly, the fox stopped and turned around, looking at her. Xayah stopped at a good distance -after what happened the last time, she didn't want to get carelessly too close to her-, three feathers already in her hand.

"I must say, I didn't expect to find you here. I was quite surprised when I found out you were looking for me. I had to rush it to get everything ready in time. What are you here for, anyway? Perhaps to thank me, little raven?"

"You are kidding, right?" Xayah retorted.

"I mean, you had a lot of fun with your lover that night thanks to me" she replied smiling.

"Wh- you were still there?!" Xayah almost shouted. Her cheecks had turned a bit red. Not much, but still.

"I ran out of snacks halfway through it though. I must say, you two have quite the stamina"

"You... !"

Xayah raised her hand but, right before throwing her feathers at Ahri, something behind her exploded. It wasn't close, she didn't get blown away nor anything like that, but the noise caused her to turn around, taken by surprise. The very moment the fox left her field of vision, Xayah felt a wave of heat expand from her chest and from... well, between her legs to the rest of her body, the air around her turning purple for a brief moment. She felt dizzy, her vision became blurry for a few seconds and she almost lost her balance, but she managed not to fall. Then Ahri grabbed the hand she was holding her feathers with and her head from behind, and kissed her.

Oh, damn.

Mentally cursing her, Xayah fell once again victim of Ahri's magic, this time in an even shorter time due to some being within her already. After a rather long and passionate, though one-side, kiss, the young vastaya lost consciousness -this time it was on purpose- and Ahri grabbed her body and placed her behind a corner of the hallway they were in, then walked to where the sound of the explosion came from. After a couple of turns she found herself looking at the the rather amusing scene of a flaming bear looking to the floor as a little girl scolded him, a somewhat slightly injured, weird-looking purple bug almost as big as the child standing behind her. The surroundings were... well, like one would expect after an explosion.

I'll have to pay for the repairs Ahri thought.

"Stop bullying Thulhu, Tibbers!" she told the bear. What she didn't say is that she liked doing it herself, but then again both of her pets knew that.

"That's not what I was thinking about but it worked as a distraction, I guess" the fox said.

"Ahri!" Annie replied as she turned around and jumped at her.

"Where is Thresh? I had asked him to be here at around this time"

"He said he didn't want Mordy to find out about Orianna so he went away with her and the Ball"

Well, she should have expected that. She'd have really liked it to drag Thresh into it -like she had done with Quinn, and Elise, and Shyvana, and Syndra, and Nami, and... well, the list goes on- but seems like that wouldn't have been the case. Well, not that day. There was always the next time.

"Alright Annie, you can go listen to the concert now"

"Sure!" she replied.

Tibbers turned back into its stuffed toy form, and the child got on top of the relatively large voidling which began walking away.

Xayah opened her eyes, knowing already that she wouldn't have liked anything of whatever her current situation might have been. She wasn't lying on a bed, which was already something. The first thing she noticed is that her arms were tied together, each wrist bound to the other arm's elbow, sort of framing her breasts. Her thumbs were tied too, and the rope ran behind her back as well to make sure she couldn't move her arms at all. She still felt a bit dizzy -and flustered- as she stood up. She looked around, and confirmed that she was pretty much where she was before losing consciousness, just a few meters away. And there she was, Ahri. Her eyes a deep purple, and a rather short chain hanging from her hand, each end of it linked to a sort of wide bracelet.

"You're a bit too reckless, you know it?" Ahri asked as she walked closed.

Xayah took a couple of steps back, and found herself against a wall.

"What are you plotting this time?"

"Don't struggle, I'm still getting things ready. And don't break these things" she said as she ignored the question, persuading the young vastaya to do so against her will. Technically speaking, Xayah wasn't aroused enough for Ahri to command her like that, but the spell she had placed on her the last time was there exactly for that reason.

Ahri put the chain at Xayah's ankles, linking them together. The chain was short, enough to prevent her not only from runnig but from taking long strides as well. And it clattered. It was oddly noisy. Ahri then took her sweet time kissing Xayah, enjoying the taste of her droll, her reluctancy only making it more sweet. She ran her tongue inside of her mouth for quite a while, pouring her magic into her as the younger vastaya lost more and more of her control over herself.

"Where is the peacock?" she asked then as she pulled away, a strand of droll hanging from one's lips to the other's.

"Som... somewhere... probably gonna listen to... the concert..." she couldn't help but reply after a long, deep breath.

"And how long do we have, sweetie?"

"U... until the end of the concert... at least..."

"Oh, that's perfect"

"What are you planning this time?" she asked again.

"Oh, just give me a minute and you'll see" Ahri replied as she took something out from a bag she had previously left there "I had this done specifically for you" she said as she showed her an oddly shaped gag.

Xayah squirmed when the fox put it on her, but she wasn't allowed to put any strenght in her limbs and her resistance proved to be futile. The gag had a particular shape. Aside from stimulating salivation and preventing her from speaking, which was normal for a gag, it was also shaped to prevent her from biting down on it. Xayah tried to headbutt Ahri, but failed to put any real strenght into it, gaining nothing but a laugh from the fox, who ran an hand in her hair, messing them up.

"I really like your spirit, sweetie" Ahri said "Now, raise your legs. One at a time"

Reluctantly, or rather against her will, Xayah obeied, and Ahri spreaded a cream of some sort on her feet, which were pretty much like those of a bird. Xayah failed not to laugh a bit as Ahri smeared the cream on her. She was quite ticklish. And she hated it.

"This is a sort of lotion" she explained "It's quite slippery, but it should dry up in a couple of hours. There, done"

It wasn't really displeasant as it was simply uncomfortable. Xayah felt like she was walking on oil-covered floor. She pulled against the ropes binding her arms. To no avail, obviously.

"Don't worry, we're almost done" Ahri said smiling before pushing Xayah against the wall and pulling her panties down to her knees, leaving them there in plain sight.

"Mmh! Mmnh!"

The fox then took a small vial full of a transparent liquid, opened it and dropped a few of its content on her own tongue as she pulled Xayah's dress up. She then kneeled down and started licking her exposed privates. Just like the previous time, she could do nothing to really stop her, forced to feel her tongue run in and out of her and tease her clit. However, there was something... a bit different. Something a bit cold. Probably what was in the vial. Cold and... tingly.

"Mm... mnh..."

Ahri then stopped, leaving Xayah wet but far from coming. Far enough for it to not even be a real problem, which was... worrying. What the fox pulled out then was a small plug, around the size of a finger, with a few straps attached to it and a sort of button below it. Ahri sucked it for a few minutes -Xayah hated herself for finding the sight rather alluring- before taking another vial out of the bag, opening it and smearing its content on the plug. Since Xayah wasn't used to anal, Ahri had to put a lot of lotion on it to make sure it wouldn't have been painful. Lastly she let a few drops of the liquid from the first vial fall on it. Then she moved it to Xayah's butt.

"Mmh! Mmmnh!"

"Oh dear, I don't understand what you're saying" Ahri replied as she laughed softly while gently pushing it inside of her rear and locking it in place with the straps as she pushed the button.

The plug started vibrating, though very, very weakly, but Xayah almost jumped from the surpise, forgetting about the lotion on her feet. Had it not been for Ahri who held her, she'd have fallen down. What the hell was that thing?

"Oh, I guess you've never used a vibrator before? I shouldn't be surprised after all, they're sold only in Piltover"

Ahri pulled Xayah's dress down again, leaving only her panties exposed.

"The last touch" she said as she took a pair of... goggles? Large goggles, the kind you had no hope of taking off without using your hands. Oddly enough, their design seemed to kind of fit with the feathered girl's attire, at least chromatically. ... which most likely meant the fox had them made especially for her, just like the gag.

Xayah had all kind of bad foreboding upon seeing them, but even after Ahri put them on she felt nothing weird. Were those really just goggles? No, she could feel something, a sort of very weak magic. Something so simple she couldn't even grasp what it was.

"The rules are simple, honey. I'll start performing on stage in roughly three hours. In that time you have to get to the last floor and reach my room, there's a plate with my name on the door. And it's the only room of the sixth floor anyway. Simple, right?"

"Mmhh!"

"Perfect! Just don't break any of those, alright? I'll wait for you there. Oh, and feel free to masturbate. But only with your hands" Ahri said as she laughed softly before turning around, grabbing the bag and running away.

"Mmmgh!"

Xayah instinctively tried to run after her, but maybe because of the lotion, maybe because of the chains, probably because of both, ended up falling down. She somehow managed to only fall on her knees, but it still took her a whole minute or two to get back up, with her feet being that slippery. And in that short time she was flustered already, her cheeks red. The vial probably contained a sort of aphrodisiac, as she felt her entrance heat up. As for her butt... it was an odd feeling. Weird, but still pleasant. Which was a problem. Everything was a problem. She had been like that for less than five minutes, and she already wanted to touch herself. Seven floors... no, eight since she was in the underground one. Mentally cursing Ahri in every possible way, she started walking, slowly. Too slowly. She had to take short steps due to the chain -and her panties as well, or she would have ripped them-, made even shorter due to the lotion. The first three steps went well. On the fourth one she fell down on her rear. That's when things started to get worse, as she heard something clicking. At the same time, the plug's vibration got slightly stronger.

No, no, no just no!

Five minutes later she had managed to get back to her feet -after having accidentally increased the intensity of the vibrations twice more- and started walking again. The aphrodisiac's effect was getting stronger, or maybe she was just feeling the plug's stimulation. Whatever the case, she could feel herself getting wetter, the need to touch herself growing stronger as she pulled uselessly against the ropes. Slowly, slowly, too damn slowly, she kept walking, her own drool running down along her neck. Her breath was a bit ragged. She finally reached the stairs, and started walking up. The chain wasn't long enough for her to go up the steps two at a times, and having to go up one at a time frustrated her. She could hear the music playing from outside, a rather classic music. Though at the moment she wasn't really paying attention to it.

After what probably was half an hour since Ahri had left, Xayah finally reached the ground floor, which was made up mostly by the large hall. Nobody in sight. Thankfully. She leaned against a wall to try and calm down a bit, but gave up on that almost immediatly. The tingling between her legs and the vibrations in her ass made it impossible to rest. A bit of her juices started running down her thighs. How was she supposed to get to the sixth floor like that? She didn't really have much choise though. As long as she was under Ahri's influence, she wouldn't have been able to cut her restraints off. She started walking again. The lotion on her feet was really drying up, which made it a bit easier to walk. Just a tiny, tiny bit. And that's why she took too long a step and fell down, again on her rear, pushing the button on the plug again.

She moaned a bit, trying to keep her voice down. The last thing she wanted was for someone to hear her, though the gag and the concert outside helped her a bit in that regard. She lost a good three minutes getting back to her feet again, and started walking again. She had pretty much grasped the right way to stride without slipping at least, so as long as she didn't lose her focus she could go on at an almost good speed. She reached the stairs to the first floor, her hears raised to hear any possible noise of people walking up or down. She heard nothing though, so she started walking upstairs. She reached the first floor, and stopped. The music outside had stopped. Were they just switching from a song to another? Walking made the chain cling rather loudly, could she really go on without the noise from outside covering her? What if someone was inside a room and heard her?

Thankfully, the silence lasted for only a minute or so, and Xayah started walking again, nervously. Then she noticed something. Had the goggles gotted a bit darker? ... maybe that was just her impression. She kept moving forward, trying not to think about that thing in her rear. Her mind went to Rakan. Problem is, she and Rakan made love both the previous night and that morning, so that thought ended up arousing her even more and making her feel the vibrations even strongly than before.

For whatever reason, the stairs from one floor to the upper one were placed on the opposite ends of the building in that hotel, so she had to walk through three hallways, hoping for nobody to be there, ot at least for nobody to hear her. The chain seemed even louder, but that might have been just an impression. She kept going, but stopped right in front of the stairs and leaned against a wall. The stimulation, while quite weak, had been building up for too long at that point. Trying to suppress her voice, Xayah's body tensed up as wave of pleasure ran through her, followed by several other, weaker ones. She turned and rested her back against the wall, trying to catch her breath through the gag, wishing to be able to actually bite down on it. She'd have liked to sit down a bit, but that would have had unpleasantly pleasant consequences.

The vibrator didn't care about that and kept doing its job though. That was probably why that orgasm, that odiously unsatisfying orgasm seemed to last that long. After a brief pause, she willed herself to start walking again and walked upstairs. Her drool was running down on her chest, under her dress. One rung at a time, she reached the second floor. How much time did she have left? Ahri had said the lotion would have dried up in two hours, and it was still quite slippery so she probably had... an hour and a half? And she was only on the second floor, for heaven's sake.

She decided to walk on her claws rather than on her whole feet. It wasn't that easy, and it sure was uncomfortable, especially on solid floor, but she could at least go a bit faster without worrying about the lotion, which hadn't been applied there. She started striding -within what was phisically possible in those restraints-, and she managed to reach the third floor in a relatively short time, though she had to stop once more in front of the stairs. She rested against a wall again, the sensations from her rear once again building up, another wave of small orgasms running through her whole body. Her focus gone, Xayah rested her weight on her feet, forgetting about the lotion. As consequence, she fell down along the wall, accidentally pushing the button again.

"Mmnh!"

The vibrations didn't actually get stronger, but the vibrator started to... rotate on itself? At a slight inclined angle. Slowly but steadily. Unprepared to that, Xayah fell on her side, uselessly trying to resist the stimulation. She could feel it moving inside of her, and it kept hitting one of her weak spots. She remained there, lying on the floor, for... five minutes? Ten? Weak orgasm shook her body at least twice more before she managed to gather enough strength to get back up. As she did so, she realised that she was drenched. As in, she had been leaking, her fluids running down her legs, almost all the way to her feet. Her panties, even though they were stuck around her knees, had gotten wet as well, and when she looked back she few a trail of drops on the stairs. A bit was probably her saliva, but only a bit. That was the worst.

But she had no time for that. She moved forward, but almost fell down immediatly. Walking made her feel the plug's rotation too strongly. Hell, how much she wanted to touch herself while chewing Ahri's neck. Slowly, she started walking, maybe even slower than when she had started. Every step was accompanied by a wave of pleasure. Her breath ragged, the tingling between her legs had became completely unbearable. She somehow managed to reach the third floor, with no idea how long it took her to do so, her minds clouded by pleasure and frustration. Then, she heard something. She looked back and saw the handle of a door being turned. She rushed toward the closest turn of the hallway. As soon as she walked past the corner, she let herself fall against the wall, desperately trying to keep her voice down, the sudden rush having brought forth another orgasm.

Someone walked into the hallway, but Xayah was too busy trying to fight off the wave of pleasure to realize that. Until she heard him talk.

"What're these?" someone said. The voice was that of a male.

Realizing that her dash made the chain cling far too loudly -and that she was leaving behind a trail anyway-, Xayah forced herself to keep walking. No way in hell she was going to be seen in that state. No way. But the footsteps kept getting closer, the man following the drops left by her dripping, tingling entrance.

"Is someone there?" he asked.

He was about to turn into the hallway she was in. Xayah could hear her heart going wild. If it came to that, she'd have killed him. Ahri's charm didn't prevent her from using her feathers on others after all. The only problem was if she could manage to use them in her current situation, since she'd have to throw them from her wing and she wasn't sure she could aim at all in her conditions.

Then, the man stopped walking.

"Maybe I just imagined that" he said as she heard him walk away.

Why he had turned away, she had no idea, but she took a deep breath of relief. Then she noticed it. The lenses of the goggles had gotten darker. A lot darker. She... knew where that was going. Or at least she was positively sure she knew it. And she didn't like it one bit. She had to hurry, and started walking again. The stairs were there. She moved forward, to the fourth floor, one step at a time. One step at a time.

She reached the fourth floor. The goggles were getting darker. Everything was dyed black. Not to the point she couldn't understand where she was going, but still. Blast it all. The lotion on her feet had dryed up -when exactly?-, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. Then a rather loud piece -still classical music though- started being played outside. Xayah decided to risk it and strided as fast as she could to the next stairs. She was worryed that the goggles might turn even darker, and wanted to get to the sixth floor before that happened. Besides, she didn't know if Rakan was in their room or not, and she had no intention of letting him see her in that state. When she was halfway through the floor, however, she had to stop. She fell, though she did so on her knees rather than her butt this time, her body trembling from the uptenth climax coursing through it. Hadn't her drees been waterproof, it would have gotten wet with all of the drool she couldn't keep inside her mouth. She remained there for a few moments, then fell down completely, almost hitting her face on the floor. The damn thing was still going, and she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to touch herself, or even better to have Rakan touch her -would it really have been that bad if he saw her in that state?- or even better to murder that goddamned fox, may her and everyone she held dear be cursed for all eternity.

It took Xayah a considerable amount of willpower to get back on her feet once more and start walking again. To Ahri's room, since she had decided that yes, being seen like that by Rakan would have been too much for her pride to bear. As she walked, she couldn't help but notice the small pond she had left on the floor. Trying not to think about it, one step at a time, she moved forward. Slowly. Running had proven to be an horrible idea, as she lost a lot more time lying on the floor than she had gained striding through half of the distance to the stairs. She reached them, and made it to the fifth floor. She had never gone there but it had to be just like the ones below, right? She took a step, then stopped. The lens of the goggles had suddenly turned completely black. She found herself practically blindfolded. Had her mouth been free, she would have filled the air with curses.

What now? Well, keep walking. She had no other choices. And so she kept moving forward. Slowly, since she couldn't see where she was going and she couldn't even use her arms or legs to make sure not to bump into anything. To make things worse, being unable to see caused her to focus more on the plug rotating in her butt. She started walking while leaning against the first wall she could find, both to support herself and to have a guideline. She had expected to meet a few doors along the wall, but she reached the first turn of the hallway without finding any. Not that she minded. Actually, it was better that way.

Obviously, she stumbled into something with her shoulder just as she thought that. To make things worse, the door -if that really was a door- was in a recess of the wall, so she ended up bumping against it with her shoulder. She froze, her hears twitching. Xayah tried to walk away, but just as she did another wave of pleasure spreaded through her, forcing her to her knees. Unable to stop herself from moaning in frustration, she heard the door open and turned instinctively her head to it, as if she could see something.

"... what the... ?" someone said. The voice sounded like that of a man, though it was oddly... metallic, as if he was wearing an heavy plate helmet.

"Who is it?" someone else asked from behind the first voice.

Xayah wanted to burn everything down. That man, the other one, Ahri, the damn city and herself. And then burn the damn fox once more.

"I think it's one of Ahri's toys" the first voice said.

"Seriously? Wait, let me take a look" the second one replied.

"Get back here Olaf!" another voice shouted, and then she heard some commotion.

"So... what do we do? Take her in and wait for Ahri to show up or what?"

"I think it's better to not get involved" a fourth voice said.

"By the beard of my ancestors, what a sight! And it looks like she's all ready for a ride!"

"Cut it out, if she's really one of Ahri's toys you'd better not lay an hand of her"

"What if she prepared it for us?"

A brief silence, then laughs. Heartfelt laughs from the three other voices.

"For hell's sake Olaf, but the beer down and start making sense. If Ahri finds out you touched one of her toys without her permission she's gonna make you go impotent"

"Blast it, no! ... you're right, better leave her alone"

"Just close the damn door already, we have to finish getting ready!"

"Why the hurry, Karthus? There are still more than three hours before our turn"

"Because you broke the damn drums and the damn bass at the same damn time and since there are no damned shops selling damned instruments here we have to repair them before it's our damn turn, and nobody here has a damned clue on how to do it!"

"Yeah, yeah"

"... anyway, if you're headed to Ahri's room, the stairs are right in front of you" the voice in front of her said before closing the door. ... what in the world just happened?

She didn't care. She couldn't bring herself to care. Rather than getting back on her feet, Xayah walked on her knees for a while, until she bumped into the first step of the stairs. How long did it take? She had no idea. All she could think about was the plug stirring up her rear and the unbearable tingling between her legs. Forcing herself back up, she climbed the stairs, taking a brief pause after every step. Just staying up had gotten incredibly difficult, her shaking legs nearly unable to support her. She fell down when she reached the end of the stairs, her feet looking for a stair which wasn't there.

The music coming from outside had changed. Someone was singing now. She was almost there, she couldn't stop at that point. With what was left of both her strenght and will, she got up and started walking again, leaning against the first wall she could find. She kept going. Then she found the door, or at least what most likely was the door, and hit it with her head two or three times. But nothing happened. She hit it again. No response. And then she realized it. The voice singing, outside, was Ahri's. She was on stage now. She hadn't made it in time. She turned her back to the door and let herself slide down along it, falling to the floor. The button on the plug clicked again, but this time nothing happened. Or maybe she couldn't notice an increase in the vibrations's strenght anymore.

Xayah remained there, unable to free herself, no strenght left to move, her moans freely escaping from her mouth, drooling, dripping, with nothing to distract her from the pleasure. As another wave of small orgasms ran through her body, her thoughts went to Ahri.

She could do nothing but wait for her.

This was supposed to be another oneshot, but turned out far longer than I had expected and so I decided to split it into two chapters.

Thank you for reading.