Hello my lovely League of Legend fanfiction readers. I decided after much cosideration tha i would start a side project of oneshots between various pairings. This, as you can see, is the first pairing. I have several more in mind but I plan to keep this on a schedule, so I don't get overwhelmed. Of couse it has lemons, and the pairings aren't completely bizzare (like teemo x rek'sai. like dafuq?).

feel free to leave any comments that you have as review.


A Slice of Pie (Morgana x Malzahar)

It was one in the afternoon. Malzahar was calmly floating through the institute halls, arms resting behind his back with one wrist gripping the other. He, at this moment, was at ease from all the duties he normally attended to. With the arrival of the Xer'sai Queen and the Institute's holiday allowing champions to rest from matches, he was able to finally go about his day like any other person would. It feels nice to not have to deal with these inferior beings. He thought looking to the various people passing him. Some threw him a threatening glare, while others attempted to avoid his sight, knowing his capabilities even without his full powers being available. He shrugged off everything, considering he was already accustomed to the ill-feelings everyone had against him for being aligned with the looming threat of the void.

As he turned the corner, he saw the entrance to the institute's food court, where champions and Summoners alike coerce and mingle amongst each other while enjoying a meal from any part of Valoran. Several shops lined up together to sell food in a circle. The dining area was fairly large, having several dozen tables circling one large grand Piltoverian clock. The smell of various dishes wafted into his nostrils, enticing the prophet of the void to deeply inhale the scent of cooked meals. Releasing his intake, he heard his stomach grumble in protest to the lack of sustenance it currently had. Well I do believe it is lunch time. As he floated in through the double doors, he saw the court packed solid with many familiar and unfamiliar faces. Looking to the catering providers, he surveyed what he would eat at the moment that would appease his appetite.

Should I feast on Ionian cuisine or Noxian dishes? Freljordian meats are always tender, while Demacian meats have so much flavor to them. Such a difficult decision. Malzahar thought, a hand now resting under his chin. Then a sweet aroma drafted through his nose, one of sweet baked pastries and delicacies. He looked to the Sinful Succulence bakery seeing that its proprietor, the Fallen Angel, had just finished a pie. It smelled of Demacian apples and cinnamon. If there is anything Malzahar enjoyed about the institute, it is the Sinful Succulence bakery and all its holds. From the various confections to the pleasant company of the owner.

Malzahar refused to admit it, but he felt something for Morgana. A feeling of affection that he once thought was unneeded and pointless in his endeavors for the void. But after years of being within her company, Malzahar has seen her as a beautiful catastrophe to which he was oddly attracted to. He would often times catch himself with her in mind, or watching her silently as she goes about her day.

That, and she makes the best damned pies in all of Runeterra.

He leisurely floated from the entry of the food court to the entrance of the bakery, the scent of the freshly made pie filling his nostrils stronger with each foot he grew closer, and the sight of the beautiful Morgana coming into view. As he finally entered the doorway, the door's chime jingling as it opened, he looked around to see the store virtually empty of any inhabitants. He figures she had either yet to open the doors, or business was moving slowly since the lunch rush doesn't start for another hour. Morgana who was now icing a cake behind the counter looked up from her task and saw the prophet.

"Malzahar? Fancy seeing you here now. The lunch rush doesn't begin for another hour." Morgana began, laying the tube of icing on the counter and removing her gloves. Looking at her bakery attire, she had been baking for a few hours now. Icing and flour spotted all over her apron, a good amount covering her generously sized bosom. Malzahar caught himself again staring, but was glad that the glow of his eyes covered his pupils from sight.

"Yes, how are you this afternoon Morgana? I was passing the food court when I smelled the pie you just finished and decided I would pay a visit to you. Is that Demacian apple pie?" Malzahar inquired, floating to the counter in front of Morgana.

"Why indeed it is prophet. You have quite the nose there to have called the pie from all the other smells of the courts. Would you like some?" Morgana offered, smiling sweetly. She is surprisingly more beautiful up close then I imagined.

"I would love a slice, but only if you would care to join me." He returned. Morgana giggled at his offer.

"My, my prophet. Are you asking me on a date?" Morgana teased, moving to the counter where the pie was currently cooling with a knife to slice it. Malzahar's cheeks turned crimson at the realization of his offer.

"I-I mean if you aren't busy… and you don't mind… I mean I could always just go…"Malzahar stuttered, drawing another irresistible giggle from the Fallen angel.

"It's is alright Malzahar. I was only teasing you. I would love to join you in a slice." She said. After slicing two pieces of pie and placing them on plates, she moved from around the corner into the dining area of the store and sat the plates onto a table. Morgana then untied her apron from her waist and casually flung it over the counter. The curves of her body was deeply accentuated from her attire without her apron, to which Malzahar looked onward.

"I also made Ionian tea, would you like a cup with your pie?" Morgana called, pouring a glass for herself.

"Y-yes. Thank you." Malzahar nervously replied, moving to the table that the plate were sitting on. What is wrong with me? I have never felt this way about anything. Why do I feel so flustered about this woman? He thought, looking at Morgana. She brought over the two glasses and rested them in front of them, sitting across the table from Malzahar.

"Well, as the Grand duelist says, bon appetit." Morgana said. She grabbed the fork and immediately dug into the slice in front of her, savoring the flavor of it with a hum of satisfaction that came out as more of a moan. Malzahar was still flustered, but proceeded to remove his hood from his head and move his mouth wraps from his face and eat the pie. His short brown spiky hair spilled out from the coverings and his dark Shuriman-like skin tone covered his face. The only recognizable feature was the still glowing purple eyes from his alignment to the void. When Malzahar broke a small piece of his slice and put it in his mouth, his eyes shot open in surprise. The flavor of it exploded within his mouth as it touched his tongue, the sweetness of the cinnamon and the texture of the apples sent his mind into bliss as he greedily began shoveling fork after fork of the pie into his mouth. Morgana giggled at his antics.

"Wow, Malzahar. If I knew you would like it this much I would have made you a pie of your own." She began, taking a sip of her tea. Malzahar held the final fork of pie in his hand and looked to the smiling Fallen Angel, her radiance and beautiful smile sending butterflies to his stomach.

"I-I apologize for my lack of manners Morgana." He stuttered again, realizing he was acting like a savage in front of someone so beautiful. She waved off his statement.

"Mean nothing of his prophet. I am sure you mean well behind your actions. Does it taste alright?" she said. He sat up from his position, a smile stretching across his lips.

"Indeed it does, as it is with all your confections Fallen Angel. You must tell me what your secret is." Malzahar responded.

"You flatter me prophet. However I cannot tell you that information. A girl has to have her secrets right?" Morgana teased with a wink, further perturbing the prophet.

"Please Morgana, you must tell me your secret as to how these delicacies remain to be so wondrous. I implore you." Malzahar pleaded. Morgana placed a finger to her lips, indicating she refuses to give that information. "Is there anything I can do to make you tell me?" Malzahar continued.

Morgana tilted her head upwards to show a thought being fostered. She looked back to the prophet with a sinister smile. "I will tell you if you do me the honor of answering a few questions."

I do not like where this is going, but I cannot resist this woman enough to deny her. "Alright. I will answer your questions. Proceed." Malzahar grabbed his glass of tea and took a sip, its flavor complimenting the lingering taste of the apple pie.

"Do you like me?" Morgana inquired. Malzahar, surprised at her question, choked on the tea and began to cough wildly. He looked to Morgana to see she was awaiting a reply to her question, a smile on her face.

"I mean…I don't…w-what is…" Malzahar nervously uttered, unable to foster a sentence.

"I have seen the way you look to me when we are in close proximity of each other. The way you would stare for too long, but realize shortly after that you were staring and then look away, hoping I didn't see it. So I must ask, do you have any affection to me?" Morgana repeated. Malzahar was now furiously blushing, attempting to avoid eye contact with the Fallen Angel.

"I-I have no idea what you are talking about." Malzahar lied.

"Really now? Look at my eyes and tell me you haven't then." Morgana asked. Malzahar looked up to Morgana to see that she was not only staring directly into his eyes, but stood from her seat and leaned into close proximity of his face, merely inches from touching his.

Gods she is so close! Her lips look so inviting too. The purple lip gloss makes them look so soft and sweet. If only I could…Malzahar thought.

"You know…I have one secret I can tell you…" Morgana whispered, still mere inches from Malzahar's face. He visually gulped as her voice sounded so seductively sweet, it allured him to no end. He looks so cute when he's nervous… Morgana thought.

"I have been doing the same to you, my dear prophet. You always looked so cute and innocent when you are by yourself. I can't help but want to eat you up…" Morgana cooed. She stood up fully from her seat and walked to the door of the store and locked it. She turned back around to face the Malzahar, her back against the door. "In fact, the real dessert walked in just a few moments ago…" Morgana's words were laced with lust, her true intentions shining to light. She threw her toque onto the counter where her apron lied and slowly walked over to the still sitting Malzahar, swaying her hips tantalizingly.

I cannot believe what is happening right now. Malzahar thought. He slowly stood from his seat and backed into the table as she drew close, nearly sitting on the edge hoping to push further back. As Morgana stood in front of him, a sultry smile across her lips, and placed her hands on his chest.

"T-this isn't good Morgana…what if someone sees us?" Malzahar pleaded. His pleas fell on deaf ears however as the twinkle in her eyes made his legs weak.

"Don't you know Malzahar? Not all angels are good…" she giggled. Morgana ran her hands down Malzahar's body, feeling his defined and firm torso through his purple garbs. "I have been meaning to tell you as well. Purple does look really nice on you. However…" Morgana then forcefully pulled Malzahar's shirt over his head, exposing his bare skin and toned upper body to the elements. "It looks better off of you…"

Gods dammit this woman is pulling on so many strings at once. I have never felt this way about anyone, yet here I am unable to even breathe to the simple touch of the Fallen Angel. I fear that if something doesn't stop her, it will turn out very badly for the both of us…

Almost on timing, a knock was heard from the bakery's door. "Hello? Are you open?" a customer shouted. Morgana growled in frustration, balling her hands into fists at the unfortunate turn of events. I have him right now in my reach and something, of course, stops me. She thought.

"As much as I would love to continue our…conversation… prophet, it seems as if the lunch rush has begun, so I must tend to my duties" Morgana said as she moved from Malzahar to the counter to reacquire her baking wear. When her back was turned, Malzahar let out a relieved sigh, thanking the gods for preventing a catastrophe. "However, you still haven't answered my questions," Morgana continued. "So tonight at nine o'clock on the dot, when this store closes for the evening, I want you back in this shop so that we may finish."

As she finished putting her apron and toque back on, she turned to the prophet and picked up the remainder of the pie she made. She walked to him and handed the pie over. "As incentive for your return, here. Since you were so fond of the pastry, you may have it. On the house."

"Thank you Fallen Angel. It is greatly appreciated that you give this to me." Malzahar replied, putting his shirt back on and covering his face with his hood and covering while moving to the door.

"Do not thank me. Just return here tonight." As Malzahar when to unlock and open the door Morgana grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, pulling down his face mask once more. Before he could react, her lips was already smashed into his, the sweet taste of the tea and pie was attached to her lips. They held the kiss for several seconds before the door knocked once more. She released his lips from hers, staring directly into his eyes. "And do not dawdle. You don't want me to find you before you find me…" she warned, her voice trailed with seduction.

"O-okay…." Was all Malzahar could muster as he opened the door and walked out, passing a summoner that Morgana welcomed into the store.

As the day went on both Malzahar and Morgana waited patiently for nine o'clock to strike, respectively filled with agony and excitement.

Around eight thirty, Malzahar was returning to the food court, heeding to the warning from Morgana.

I know what she wants to do, and I am a fool for actually going back to the store. He thought. But she must also know my feelings. Which is why she is tormenting me. Sometimes it is difficult to understand the minds of women.

Malzahar sat down at a table near the store, looking inside at the Fallen Angel prepping the store for closure by selling the last sale of the day and cleaning up. The moment she walked out the last customer, she caught eye of the prophet watching her and bit her lip. Morgana moved back into the store and shut off all the lights. She left the door slightly ajar, a fact picked up instantly by the prophet. He looked to the grand clock in the center of the food court and saw it was approximately three minutes to nine.

She said nine o'clock on the dot. I wonder if she would be angry if I showed up early. He thought. As the chime on the bell rang nine, he wasted no time in walking to the door of the bakery, opening the propped entry fully. He saw that the dining area and behind the counter were void of anybody.

"Hello?" Malzahar called cautiously. He saw the flicker of light from the back of the store and slowly walked to the pathway leading to the back. As he passed the "employee's only" sign he saw he just entered the kitchen. Various baking utensils and wares sat on each wall and table, a small island in the middle slightly covered in flour was almost bare of any and all objects. The only light in the room was the overhead that hung over the island in the center. Malzahar looked around to see yet again, no Fallen Angel.

Hmm. I wonder where she could have gone to…

He turned around to be met by the deep purple glow of Morgana's eyes. And that same seductive smile spread on her cheeks.

"Morg-" He was abruptly silenced by her pulling his mouth covering off his face and shoving her lips, once again into his own. The kiss, unlike the one from the afternoon, was heated and filled with lust. Morgana threw her arms haphazardly around Malzahar's neck and pushed him to the island of the kitchen. Upon hitting the island, Morgana stuck her tongue into Malzahar's mouth, engaging in a battle for dominance between the two. She pulled back slightly only to bite down on the prophet's bottom lip and catch a quick breath of air. Malzahar groaned at the pain from his lip being bitten hard, but was muffled by Morgana's lips smashing into his own yet again. Her overwhelming lust became contagious as he kissed her back with equal amount of fervor, causing her to moan. Morgana began stripping the prophet of his clothes once more, quickly dispatching of his scarf and shirt to reveal his torso.

"You showed…" Morgana whispered between kisses. Malzahar pulled back to obtain some more oxygen.

"Nine o'clock right?" he said with a coy smile. Morgana bit her lip and went back into kissing Malzahar. I don't think I can wait any longer. He keeps tempting me with those eyes, she thought. They pulled away from the kiss once more and looked at each other.

"You had some questions for me?" Malzahar began, brush a stray strand of hair from the Fallen Angel's face and placing his hand onto her cheek. Her skin is so smooth and soft. I am losing my patience on this endeavor… he thought.

"I did…however I can see now you are more of a man of action…" she responded, gripping his half-hard erection within his trousers. "Shall we begin?"

Malzahar wasted no time in unbuttoning Morgana's double breasted jacket and throwing the article elsewhere, marveling at the same breasts he had been ogling for a while. They were hidden behind a black brassiere, but the fullness and size of the two mounds showed that they were even more alluring without the cloth. He reached behind her and unclasped the bra, while simultaneously moving his mouth over her neck, trailing kisses and licks along it. Her breasts immediately spilled out from their confines once the cloth was loosened, the soft round teats kissing the air softly, her nipples perking out. All the while Morgana was slowly stroking his member through his pants, getting him harder. She felt it get as hard, and as long, as it was going to get and began untying the sash that wrapped his trousers up. Once they were loose, she dropped his pants half way to marvel at his member.

"Oh my…prophet you have been hiding this under all those?" Morgana said awestruck. Eight inches of manhood hung from his legs like a third leg. Malzahar's ego immediately got the best of him as he smirked at her reaction. That's right…I know I am awesome. He thought. He let the gentleman in him shine over his ego however.

"I could say the same for you. You lock yourself away from the world in here…" he replied, adding an edge of allure to his voice. Malzahar raised her chin up to look at him with a free hand. "You locked yourself away from me."

"Ooooooh silver tongue. Where have you been?" Morgana cooed.

"Doesn't matter where I have been. Just know that I am here with you now" Malzahar responded, gently kissing Morgana. He gripped her left breast in his right hand and began massaging the mound gently, earning a low moan from Morgana's voice box. He released the kiss and went back to her neck lightly kissing her collarbone. He slowly moved her body against the island, pressing her to sit on it. As she got into position, he trailed his kisses down over her breast. He let out a long lick over her right breast, savoring the flavor of her skin like ice cream.

He's so good with his tongue…I'm losing my mind already and we haven't even gotten to the main part… Morgana thought. Malzahar, satisfied with the taste of her skin, placed his mouth over her nipple and began sucking on the nub and rolling his tongue around the areolae. Morgana began moaning slightly to the feeling of her breasts being toyed with so gently. He vacuumed the skin of her nipple hard, pulling the mound back into a stretch, and released the breast from his mouth to watch it bounce.

"…d-don't tease me…Malz…I will lose my mind…" Morgana pleaded. Her hands were combing roughly through the prophet's hair, nails scratching his scalp.

"you can't lose yourself so soon my angel… we have only begun" Malzahar replied, lust now dripping in his own words. He released his grip on the voluptuous orbs of flesh and proceeded to move further down. He stared up into the eyes of his lover, watching her shrivel in blissful desire to his touch. How the tides turn. Once the predator, now the prey…Malzahar thought. He began toying with her stomach, drawing circles with his tongue around her navel, while slowly removing her long skirt from her legs. Once the fabric was completely off her waist, he gazed, breath taken, by the smooth and supple contours of Morgana's fine legs. The way they curved so eloquently and defined beautifully around her waist, her skin free of any marks or blemishes. And her rear, wrapped in black lacy lingerie, made his mouth water with how round and smooth it was. Whomever was your mother, Fallen Angel, I am jealous of if you inherited such beauty from her. He thought. He roamed his hands down to her waist, making sure at least the tip of his fingers were in contact of her bubble like posterior.

"My god Morgana. I was stunned by your beauty openly displayed, but you have been hiding a treasure under those skirts haven't you?" Malzahar complimented, earning a small giggle from the angel. With his fingers under the flesh of her cheeks, he moved them up and down, creating a jiggling and bouncing motion with her ass. "You spoke of me being dessert earlier, but don't you have a sweet cake here…" Morgana burst into a fit of laughter.

"That was so bad! You don't dirty talk much do you?" Morgana joked. Her playful demeanor put a smile to the prophet's face.

"No…but to be fair I will agree with what you said earlier." Malzahar replied.

"And what was that?" Malzahar pushed Morgana playfully onto the island and spread her legs open, kneeling down and positioning himself in between the two limbs.

"I am a man of action…" Malzahar slid her panties to the side, revealing her womanly treasure. Without hesitation, he immediately drew a long lick of his tongue over the flesh, forcing the angel to moan loudly. He began playing with her nether region, roughly licking and suckling her clit and spreading her folds with his thumbs. Morgana was biting her lip hard, threatening to draw blood, as her company was providing more pleasure than she originally thought him capable of. For someone who seems isolative to the world, he seems to know a lot about this sort of thing. Gods his tongue is so good… she thought, throwing her head back.

She seems to enjoy this a lot. I wonder what would happen if I do this… Malzahar immediately stopped his licking and stuck his tongue into her snatch. Morgana jumped slightly and covered her mouth to restrain a loud scream, feeling the sensation of the prophet's increased cunnilingus. She was panting hard with each second his tongue was flailing wildly within her walls, and was feeling her first orgasm approaching fast. Then it came, hard and strong, as she screamed his name loudly. Her walls convulsed and twitched wildly, her legs slamming together around his head and squeezing it like a sandwich.

The tightness of Morgana's walls nearly squeezed Malzahar's tongue off, as her first orgasm struck her. Solid streams of her ejaculation shot out onto the awaiting tongue of the prophet, as he wasted not a single drop for her sweet fluids. As she fell down from her euphoria, Malzahar stood from his position in from of the recovering Fallen Angel. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. The taste of her own sex covered his lips and tongue, to which she greedily licked clean.

She released his lips from her own, staring deeply into his eyes with a loving smile. "That…that was new…" Morgana began, still panting slightly.

"I can assume you enjoyed it?" Malzahar replied, sharing a smile as well.

"Well I could tell you, but I would rather return the favor~" she cooed, biting her lips once more. She pulled him into another kiss, but moved off the island and twisted the position around so he would be leaning on it. Once he was in position and she had her current fill of his lips, to which she found irresistible, she released his lips once more and bit her lip with a smile. She kneeled down to the level of his swollen member and gripped the organ tenderly, staring into his eyes deeply. She began stroking his member slowly, earning a satisfied grunt. She stuck her tongue out and licked along the side of his member from the base to the head. She then enveloped his head into her lips, giving it a loving smooch. She lifted the appendage to point upward and licked the underside in the same manner. Malzahar moved his left hand to her right cheek and brush a strand of hair from her eyes, holding onto her cheek. He goes from the predator to the prey so willingly, then back to the predator in the blink of an eye. Ahhh….i think I am falling for the prophet all over again. Morgana thought, nuzzling her head into the palm of the prophet like a cat to its owner. She placed her mouth over the head and began sucking on the tip, sticking her tongue out to lick the underside of the head. she rolled her tongue over the head a few times, hearing Malzahar moan to her activity. That's right baby…moan for me. I want to hear you love it. She thought. She began tasting the pre-cum that dribbled out of the tip, oddly enough humming in satisfaction to the taste.

Malzahar was on the edge, feeling his own climax coming soon. I can't go on much longer with this teasing…she is making it difficult to stay sane with those eyes… he thought. Morgana suddenly pushed half of his length into her mouth, sliding her tongue along it. She pulled back fully and released it from her cavity, then went back down onto his cock, taking in more of his length in her mouth. Bobbing her head back and forth along his member, Malzahar groaned every time she took more of his length.

"Morgana…I am gonna lose it…" He pleaded as she stopped and began circling her tongue within her mouth around his member. She pulled back all the way and smiled seductively.

"Well my dear. You can't break so soon. I have yet to show you something really nice…" she cooed.

"Wha-aaah-haaaaa…." Malzahar was cut off as Morgana shoved all of his length down her throat. She held it for a few seconds, but her gag reflex kicked in and she began coughing, but still held the member within her throat. She pulled back slowly and downed his cock once more, staring into his eyes. Dammit! I can't hold it!

"Morgana! I'm-!" Malzahar moaned loudly as he gripped her head with both hands and pushed her further onto him. His member throbbed hard and began shooting out ropes of his seed down Morgana's throat. The sudden large volume of his cum hitting her throat, causing her to pull back to catch her breath. But she was forced to continue to swallow more and more of his seed as he pulled her back onto his member. He released her head, allowing her to pull off his member, only to be met with his member still shooting ropes onto her face and chest. How long was he holding this much in him?! He is literally shooting streams! She thought.

As he groaned out the remainder of his orgasm, she released his dick from her grip. She began swishing the seed that she caught with her tongue in her mouth, while picking off the goblets that covered her face and upper body. In one loud gulp, she swallowed every drop that she hadn't already ingested, and opened her mouth to show that not a drop remained.

"I…I apologize Morgana…It isn't often…that I-"he was once again silenced by a kiss, this one holding more love and compassion than any other that night.

She released his lips and opened her eyes slightly. "Do not apologize, love. You had quite the amount held in there didn't you? I was happy that you came for me. And to be honest it tasted sweet." Morgana whispered, her face mere inches from his. A smile stretched from ear to ear on her features. Her words were enough to excite him once more, as his member throbbed strong still.

"How about we end the foreplay and get to the real fun~" she whispered once more. Malzahar wasted no time in grabbing the Fallen Angel by her waist and shoving her into the island once more. She threw her arms around his neck and began another rough make out session, as he positioned himself to enter her. He released her lips and began pulling her stained underwear from her legs, leaving her bare of any clothing. He looked back to her face for confirmation to continue, receiving a small nod in affirmation. He slowly plunged himself into the depths of Morgana's treasure, breath taken by the hot tightness that was her folds. She moaned lightly as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, feeling every inch of her insides stretch to accommodate his girth. As his tip finally punched her wombs entrance, he pulled back slowly, relishing the feeling of her walls attempting to pull him back in.

"Gods…you're so big…" Morgana whispered under labored pants. Malzahar began the motion of pumping in and out of her folds, earning moans from the Fallen Angel every time he filled her. Malzahar was himself panting heavily, as the pleasure began overwhelming him made this moment seem like a dream come true.

"That feels so good…" Malzahar panted, lifting a hand from holding Morgana to firmly grope her breast, earning a low squeal. He began slamming into her nether region with less and less care, wanting to feel everything she had to offer. Morgana cursed every time he sheathed himself deeper into her, biting her lip from the bliss.

Morgana felt a change was in order and pushed the prophet out of her folds, immediately feeling empty to the lack of his member. She hopped off the island and turned around to bend over the surface, inviting Malzahar to continue from behind her. With her rear in full display of the prophet lost mental control of himself, slamming both hands onto her ass and groping her hard. He kneeled down and began eating her snatch once again, taking in the smell of her lower section as if it was oxygen. Morgana lost feeling in her legs but laboriously kept standing, as the tongue of Malzahar plunged her walls once more, forcing more moans from her throat.

"Malz…stop teasing me! I want it…" she begged. Upon hearing her plea, Malzahar stood back up and positioned himself once more for entry, but wasted no time in shoving his length into Morgana. His thrusts were wild and ruthless, slamming into her hard and reducing her treasure to a wet pulp. He remained infatuated with her rear and continued groping and pulling her rear. Morgana stood her upper body straight and tilted to the left to look at the prophet. "Kiss me…Malz…" she panted. He reluctantly released her rear with his left hand to pull her chin to his face, starting yet another sloppy kissing session. Their tongues went wild within each other's mouths, refusing to care for anything but the flavor of each other. Malzahar refused to stop slamming his hips into her body, pumping more fiercely as their tongues were busy. He removed himself from her lips with a grunt.

"I'm getting close! Where…?" he questioned.

"Inside me! I'm going to cum too!" she replied, her moans cracking her voice. Malzahar began bending forward, his thrusting never slowing, as his inevitable end was reaching closer and closer. Then in one strong thrust, his member pumped like a heartbeat, and began shooting thick, white liquid into her walls. They both let out long and loud moans of satisfaction, as her walls convulsed at the feeling of his seed splattering them. She shuddered hard, her folds squirting out juices onto both of their legs. They held their position for several seconds, letting their collective climaxes settle down. Their breathing heavily and ragged, they began moving themselves. Malzahar backed away from the rear of the Fallen Angel, his steps shaky, to inspect his work. Morgana was leaking goblets of his seed from her entry, It trailing down her legs slowly.

"Holy…shit that…that was amazing…" Morgana panted, still recovering as she turned her head to face the prophet, only to see him smiling wildly.

"Was? We aren't finished just yet my lovely angel…" He replied, his member growing strong once more. Morgana visually gulped.

No. We're going to be here for a while… he thought.

Two weeks later…

Malzahar returned to the food court once again, at exactly eight thirty to watch the remaining customers exit the Sinful Succulence bakery, smiles adorning their faces at their acquired baked goods. He sat at a table near the door and looked in through the window to see the Fallen Angel and all her beauty, selling her last pie of the evening. We have been meeting like this for two weeks, almost like a religious pilgrimage. And recently she hasn't been as active as we were the first few days. She also told me that she had something she wanted to me talk about. The vacation for the league will end soon, I hope it isn't something bad.

As the last customer left the store, the Fallen angel walking with him to the door, she saw the prophet in his normal seat near the entrance. He still had that loving smile that she couldn't resist smiling back to. But today wasn't the day to smile, at least hopefully not yet. She walked back into the store, this time leaving the door wide open for him to enter. As he walked into the store, Morgana was sitting at the table they shared the slice of pie all those days ago, another slice on a plate in front of her with a cup of Ionian brewed tea next to her. She seemed distraught.

"Morgana? What is wrong my dear?" Malzahar began, concern dripping from his tone. The Fallen Angel looked up to the prophet.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about this new recipe of a new kind of honeybun that is in the oven right now." She replied. Malzahar sniffed the air for the smell, but was met with no fresh pastry smell. He looked confusedly back at the Fallen Angel.

"In the oven?" He inquired. She replied with a nod. He looked to the oven behind the counter to see the oven inactive, all its handles turned off. "The oven isn't on dear. What do you-"it hit him harder than anything he realized in his life. She stood from her seat and calmly walked over to him. He looked to her with shock on her features. She smile warmly, but fear was present in her eyes.

It can't be. He thought. "The bun is being made, love. Would you like it when it is done?" she asked. Her breath caught itself, waiting for his response.

Malzahar smiled so brightly that even under his face mask, his teeth were showing. "I would love it." He replied, throwing his arms around her head in a loving embrace, to which Morgana gladly returned.


Well there goes the first pairing. I had a blast writing it and I hope you all enjoyed reading it, as MorgxMalz is one of my favorite pairings. Leave a review or a suggestion to what pairing you would like to see. I am also taking OC pairings!

Later.