Case file designation #: SO-001 "Like Bad Medicine"

Encounter class: Quotidian

Subject of interest: "Nurse" Akali

Description: Receiving a routine check-up from volunteer nurse Champion Akali, ███████-tier Summoner █████ is given an offer to engage with Champion Akali in sexual union, pertaining to the traditional Kinkou edicts of balance.

Encounter transcript:

Penned by Summoner █████, ████ 8th, ██ CLE

It was my third visit to the Institute infirmary in a week, a standard series of check-ups.

The little examination room was pretty cramped. Neon of the lights overhead cast everything in a harsh white. The linoleum tile floor was white too, just as white as the walls, as white as the medical cabinets, as white as the sheets I clutched tight, as white as my knuckles.

My leg bounced in a jittering frenzy, and my pulse was probably at least twice the rate it should be.

The source of my apprehension wasn't a needle or the onset of some sort of terminal condition. No, my nervousness stemmed from the nurse that stood a mere foot away from me, jotting away check-up results on her clipboard.

Akali, Fist of Shadow, Pruner of the Tree, member of the prestigious Kinkou Order, and, on certain days of the month, volunteer nurse.

It's no secret that Akali is a beautiful Champion (top five babes of League material, in my opinion; compared to others, her swimsuit spreads in the Sports Exposed: Swimsuit Edition are the ones I've...put to use the most). So the fact that I had the opportunity to be tended by her for three consecutive check-up sessions had me starstruck...and, to be frank, pretty sexually-frustrated.

Seeing my prime fap material in that nurse outfit up close, with those tight white thigh highs, the sleeveless top that left her arms bare, the short skirt that revealed the skin of her thigh, the swell of her chest against the tight fabric, upper curve of young breasts peeking through her uniform's deep v-cut…my eyes were practically glued to her.

It didn't help that I was extremely pent-up; I'd recently been promoted to ██████ Division, and the paperwork that comes with a promotion tends to stack up. I had no time for much social interaction, much less any romantic affairs. I'd jack off consistently throughout the day whenever I had time, but jacking off can never cut it, especially with the arcane circuitry going haywire throughout my body. I needed release. Bad.

With all of these factors working against me, I was like a hormonal schoolboy with a crush on the homeroom teacher.

I'd steal looks whenever I could. It was shameful, really, but I couldn't help myself. With the crisp uniform, the neat ponytail that curved down past her waist, and her stiletto heels, she was the very picture of professionalism, juxtaposed with how tight her nurse uniform was, as well as how much skin she chose to flaunt. Needless to say, I'd stare at her a lot, just to store as many mental images as I could into my inner spank bank.

Thankfully, it seemed that Akali never noticed. She would just keep going with procedure, taking measurements, prompting me to lift my arm, open my mouth, take deep breaths, etc. All business. Never cracking a grin. Cold.

With her icy demeanor, it was no wonder that nobody would ever dare make a pass at her. She truly embodied her position in the Kinkou.

But that demeanor just made her all the more enticing to me.

By the third check-up, I was at my breaking point. I needed to get out of there, lest she finally catch my leers and see me for the creep I was.

With my eyes rooted (to the best of my ability, anyway) to the floor, I heard the pencil scratches on paper cease. With that, I heard Akali put the clipboard on a nearby desk.

Then,

"That is all the data required for the check-up, Summoner █████."

It took all I had not to let out a huge sigh of relief. I stood up, eager to finally get out of there and tend to my needs.

I turned to thank her before I felt her hand on my chest.

I gulped when her eyes burned into mine, a wordless command to stay where I was.

I dug my nails into my palm, and I obeyed.

Her eyes peered into mine for a second longer, as if searching for something, then she began to walk towards the door. My gaze automatically went to the tight curve of her ass, her long ponytail swaying teasingly in front of it. The sound of a click forced me to look up.

She was locking the door to the examination room. Then, turning around to face me, she closed the blinds to the window of the door. Her lips were a set line, but there was something roiling behind her pupils.

I gulped again when she kept boring her gaze into mine, unblinking.

"Physically, Summoner, you are in prime condition," Akali said. She was starting to make her way slowly back to me now, and the red heels on her feet clacked intimidatingly with each step. "It seems you are eating well, your weight is optimal for someone of your height, your lungs and other internal workings are unhindered and unimpeded."

She was only a few feet away from me now. I tried not to look at her chest, and I could feel a bead of sweat forming on my cheek.

"Th-That's great…!" I attempted, my voice coming out in a hoarse crack.

Akali continued.

"Yes. But keep in mind that I am not only a nurse, but a member of the Kinkou. In our appointments it has come to my attention that mentally and spiritually, you are unwell." another step closer. "And it is my duty to make sure I tend to you until your equilibrium is optimal."

The statement shocked me enough to forget about Akali's beauty for a moment.

"I'm unwell? How do...you mean?"

"According to your records, you've recently received a promotion, correct?"

I nodded.

"And with this promotion, I presume, you've been busy with tasks and duties mandated for such a position?"

I nodded again. Where was she going with this?

"And, I presume, you have had no time to tend to your...carnal needs?"

I gulped a third time, the hardest gulp of them all.

I felt myself flush and I could only nod.

I was suddenly aware of the fact that she was only a foot away now, almost close enough for me to feel her breath against my face.

She looked at me with those eyes again, probing inside me for answers that I was unwilling to give.

With how close she was now, I could only look at her lips and how soft they looked. I could smell the aroma of her hair.

"How...could you tell?" I said, my question coming out as a mixture of a whimper and a whisper.

Wordlessly, Akali pointed at the gigantic bulge in my trousers.

I didn't bother to hide it or feign any innocence.

"Oh."

I could have asked her where this was all going, why she locked the door, closed the blinds, tossed her nurse cap aside on the table, but by the time I saw the resolve in the darkening green of her pupils and felt her dainty hands on my trousers, it was obvious where it was headed.

Still, she gave me one last assurance before the button of my trousers slipped through its hole.

"Just let me take care of you."

In no time at all, my boxers and my trousers fell in a crumple of fabric to the floor, my erection springing out unceremoniously.

Now, I don't really believe in gods, but in that moment, I knew I had to reconsider.

"We do that which must be done…" I heard her whisper as she broke her eye contact with me, and crouched down to be face-level with my cock. It must have been a mantra of some sort, but at that point, I was too enthralled by the situation to care.

I let out a choked groan the moment she reached out with her dainty fingers, and then, slowly and assuredly, began to stroke me off. Every inch that her skin made contact with my neglected tool pulled a groan from my throat, every stroke up and down my cock making me shudder. Soon my hands were subconsciously latched onto her shoulders. Beads of pre were already dribbling from my urethra.

I tilted my head back and let the sensations take me. I was throbbing, pulsing hard in the grip of her hands. My balls clenched as I tried my damndest not to finish then and there, and my head was still trying to wrap itself around the situation at large.

Was this actually happening?

I opened my eyes and looked down.

Here was Akali, the girl I was lusting over for the past few days, stroking me off.

Yup, it was definitely happening.

Her face was as neutral as ever, her eyes gazing at the cock in her hands with increasing concentration. I had a clear view of her rack from this vantage point, breasts swelling against the deep cut of her uniform's top.

But once again, I was drawn to her lips.

As her effort continued, I watched as the line of her mouth eventually parted. I felt her hot breaths against my tip. More time silently went by and my groans grew deeper, and so did her breaths. She was starting to make a move forward, the heat of her mouth enveloping me in the slowest of moments.

But something came over me the split second before her tongue could make a swipe at my prick.

The tight grip I had on her shoulders moved to her arms, and I pulled her up to stand. She let out a small grunt of surprise, but her hands didn't leave my hardness.

My breaths were heavy, and I was hornier than I'd been in years. I peered deep into her eyes.

"Let's just use your hands for now," I said. Her expression was still one of shock as one of my hands cupped the back of her head, her lips deliciously hanging open. "Your mouth is gonna be busy."

I pulled her head against mine. I earned another squeak, but this time it echoed against my tongue as my mouth smashed against hers. There was no decorum in the way I kissed her. Something had clicked inside me, a realization that she was going to let me get away with anything if it was done in the name of my equilibrium.

I kept my eyes open as I enclosed her tongue between my lips, feeling her small mouth struggle against my tongue. The shock from her eyes was still there as I shifted my head, deepening the wet heat of the kiss, but by the time I opened my jaw and unceremoniously shoved itself between her cheeks, the shock dissipated, and I saw her pupils darken even further.

She closed her eyes and started to kiss me back. Her hands began to stroke me again, and it was my turn to groan into her lips.

She was an expert. The way she unclasped her mouth to keep a rhythm going, how her tongue slipped against mine without any struggle after the initial surprise, how she would part from my lips for just the briefest of moments for a hot breath before slickly pushing her lips against my teeth again, it was soon apparent that the hand I had on the back of her head was redundant; she needed no guidance.

I let my hands drift to the smooth skin of her arms, rubbing them up and down as her hands kept rubbing the swelling pressure of my cock, up and down. Akali's head would shift from side to side, nudging forward once in a while when our tongues would entangle, pulling back when we needed to breathe soft pants between our lips. I'd open my eyes once in a while just to see that hers were half-open too, hazy as our make out grew increasingly heated.

Clear streams of our spit eventually trickled between our chins, and our hot panting began mounting in intensity. The smoothness of her arms wasn't enough for me by the time I felt myself throb more frequently in her fingers' grip, and my hands immediately smoothed down the curve of her back, finding a perfect hold in the swell of her ass.

I squeezed with the full spread of my fingers, earning a long moan from her throat, the first so far. We both had our eyes open now, and our tongues slipped over each other in slipshod swipes as my hands enjoyed the fullness of her curves. I would let out shuddering groans into her throat before Akali would slip forward and take the reigns of the kiss, and the groans were drowned out by the wet smacks of our mouths.

It was when I let out a hitched groan that Akali's hands squeezed ever-so-gently, knowing exactly what the tell-tale throb meant. She raised her brow, as if in challenge, as if asking me if that was all I had in me.

Her silent prod riled me up, but I wasn't about to blow, just yet.

It was my turn to take the reigns, and the change of pace started with my hands. I stopped kneading her ass, reaching to the bottom hem of her skirt and pulling it up. My hands ran over her panties. They felt like lace; lingerie. I broke from her mouth, our spit bridging our tongues. We panted together, hot heavy breaths that fucked between our mouths.

She raised a curious brow at how my hands continued to make sure her tight skirt was completely folded up, but she remained still. I broke our shared gaze, looking down at my handiwork, and her own handiwork as she continued to steadily pump my tool.

I could only groan at the sight of what I revealed; her creamy thighs, sprouting from jade panties, the most subtle bulge of flesh peeking over the tight cotton of her stockings. I knew this was the right path to take, and as I grabbed hold of her wrists, prompting her to finally let go of my eager, pulsing cock, my movements were growing increasingly-desperate, shaky.

I placed her hands on the back of my neck. I looked up at her face, and she was still looking at me intently, expression as neutral as ever. Still, she complied to everything that I did, silently letting me act out whatever fantasy I had on her supple body.

I shared another look with her, searching to see any resistance or any hint that maybe I was going too far. But all I received was a silent nod, and a subtle step forward, the lace of her panties brushing against the tip of my cock.

The friction made me hiss, but that was all the indication I needed. I returned my hands to her hips, checking to make sure that I was aiming my throbbing cock at just the right angle. Then, biting my lip, I aimed for the sweet spot where her thighs almost kissed below the covered area of her pussy, and I thrust forward.

The softness of her thighs enveloped me like a warm and silky pocket. My teeth couldn't hold the groan that pathetically shuddered out of my throat. I shut my eyes, pulling back and thrust my cock through the delicious sandwich of Akali's warm upper thighs once more, trying to establish some sort of rhythm while my knees quaked. It was too much; I felt the building knot in my loins begin to coil tighter and tighter.

I could only grunt as I endured the pressure, indulging in the softness of her, the head of my cock poking out through her legs before being sucked back in, again, and again. The lace of her panties added another texture that made me wince, the sparks of every inch that I thrust and pulled back making me curse in a growl.

I opened my eyes again, and saw that Akali was in a similar state. Gone was that icy, neutral demeanor; her eyes were heavier than before, her chest rising with every deep breath that she let through her lips. I was so entranced with the sensation of fucking her thighs that I didn't even notice how she had slipped one of her hands off my neck, and how it was now snaking its way down to her crotch.

Akali bit her lip, and I could only watch as the fingers that were stroking me off only a minute ago pulled at her panties, and, reaching between the pillowy flesh of her thighs, expose the dampness of her snatch to the topside of my prick.

Before I could say anything or even react, Akali started to thrust with me, sliding her sticky pussy over my erection, painting strokes of her own lust as I indulged in her soft friction. I hissed, and my hands dug deep into her asscheeks, my arms pumping in tandem with the rhythm we were starting to establish. She shuddered under my touch, and I could feel her clit sliding slick against my length.

Our eyes met again. She was still biting her lip, barring the small sounds trying to crawl through. She pushed in close, and after a few more thrusts I felt her own hips stop. I stopped my own pace, seeing that she wanted to reposition, get closer. It only took one step forward, and her body was flush against mine. Thanks to her heels, her face was level with my own. Our mouths were only an inch away when I heard her high heels click again, and felt my cock suddenly engulfed in soft, slick heat.

She had crossed her legs, pressing the skin of her thighs as close as possible around me, squeezing my meat against her pussy. Without another word, Akali began thrusting forward, her upper thighs kissing against mine.

I was helpless. My voice let out groans that expressed it, but Akali matched them with her own. The sound of her sounding so riled up galvanized me, and I started to thrust again, a forced groan accompanying each forward push of my hips.

I was reminded of her hands on my neck as she pulled my mouth onto hers. We gagged ourselves with our tongues, smacking our lips in messy union as our pace down below grew more fervent. The slurping of spittle and mirrored groans drowned out the sound of our skin as I fucked her thighs in earnest, feeling Akali's snatch grow more slick with each slide. My hands kneaded the pert muscle of her ass, and she squirmed, shifting her legs to add more of the friction that was squeezing the load in my balls, my tension.

Akali's chest swelled into mine, as my thrusts grew more rapid, more violent. My hips smashed into her slenderness, rocking her entire frame as I raced closer and closer to my climax. I could feel her shiver as the onset of her own climax began to prickle inside her, and I opened my mouth to let our groans hotly spill into each other's throats like the saliva that coated the rim of our lips.

She tore away from the kiss and fell into my chest as I felt her body quake in a succession of violent shudders. Heat expelled from her pussy, sticky heat that coated my cock even further, but I didn't stop thrusting. I needed my own release, and I needed it now.

Akali panted against me as the shudders faded, but I didn't let her recover fully when I pulled back, and took her by the hand. Stepping out of my trousers (it's a miracle I didn't trip in my state), I led her to the desk by the inspection bed. Wordlessly followed, heels still clacking all the while. I bit my lip, feeling myself exhale in panting that sounded like growls. I looked at the mess I'd made of her, how her own juices stained her thigh highs, how the look she gave me was dazed on top of the resilience of her eyes.

I grabbed her by the face and gave her a chaste kiss, a swirl of my tongue between her teeth. Then, my hand went to her back, and I bent her over the desk. I heard the clutter of stationery, pill bottles, and other crap clutter to the floor, but I didn't bother to look; I was too focused on the ass that pushed out towards me, the flesh that spilled out from the tight fabric of thigh highs.

I rolled her panties down to mid-thigh before I grabbed her by the hips and started right where we left off. I didn't wait until Akali had situated herself as I watched my red meat sink into the sweet junction of her flesh. By the first clap of her bare ass against my crotch, I head Akali let out her first squeal of the night.

I pulled back, and thrust forward, letting out more primal growls as I kept watching myself get sucked into her meat, again and again. By the sixth clap of her jiggling cheeks I felt her reach another orgasm. My hands slipped onto the front of her thighs, spreading out full spread before sinking as deep as they could into them, gripping and shoving her slender body into mine. Her long ponytail shook with each slam of my hips.

I kept increasing my pace, biting into my own lip now as I let loose, but before I could reach the terminal pace, I felt myself uncoil, felt my loins unknot at the prompt of Akali's sensual groan.

Thick jets of my spunk shot forward beneath her body, strings of hot seed staining the desk, making a mess on the floor, and finally, spilling all over the thighs I just had the privilege of fucking. The mental image I had of my cum oozing down the creamy skin of Akali's thighs, soaked into the thigh highs that I had pictured in my head while I masturbated for the past week sent me reeling, and my hands dug hard into her skin as shot after shot of cum continued to shoot out of me.

By the time I opened my eyes again, I found myself resting on her back. I could hear her own lungs strain with the effort of the orgasm she herself had experienced.

Another few moments, I pulled back, sliding out my cock from between her legs, a stray string of semen staining the back of her ass.

I was still as hard as before I came.

I gulped, and saw Akali's pussy, glistening and bare, inviting.

But I let her stand and gather herself.

Just as I suspected, my cum dribbled down the front of her legs. A few shots had even stuck onto her uniform and I gulped again at the sight of cum clinging to the underside of her breasts.

She was panting, but her face was back to the neutrality that I had gotten used to, and a tinge of annoyance was in her gaze. I kept my eyes on her face as best I could as she took a step back and sat on the mess of a desk behind her. She broke the silence with an inquiry.

"How are you feeling?"

Despite the circumstances, she said clinically, it as if she was checking on me after I had come out of an operation.

"Well…"

Her eyes flicked down to my crotch before looking back up at me. I grinned apologetically, but she only took a breath.

Then, without another word, Akali hooked the crumpled roll of her panties, and pushed them down her legs. With her eyes still on mine, she reached for her hip, and her skirt followed onto the floor.

"Until your equilibrium is restored, Summoner."

Not another word was needed. My shirt joined her skirt and panties before I made one stride to close the distance between our lips. We shared only a few hot tangles of our tongues slurping between our cheeks before I felt her hand on my cock again.

We parted, and I looked at her, seeing that she was still as horny as before. She stroked me, base to head, running a thumb over my tip, and I felt the fire in me rage. My hand smoothed up her leg, wiping off warm splotches of my recent load. I kept my eyes on her face as I shoved two fingers knuckle-deep inside of her pussy.

"What about your needs, nurse?"

I saw her eyelids flutter, saw her chest rise just a tad higher as I started pumping, in and out, fast, hearing her let out a restrained whimper as the sound of her snatch escalated.

Akali stayed wordless, and I knew she was too stubborn to respond.

So I curled my fingers, scraping the sensitive pinkness of her inner wall. I wanted to see how long I could keep her like this, a puppet around only two of my fingers, her grip on my cock faltering as she writhed under the thumb that I smoothed over her clit. My pace was fervent now, and I forced out more whimpers, waiting for them to turn into moans.

Her brow furrowed, and she tried her best to keep any semblance of a composure, but her eyes and the way her shoulders rose and fell with every heavy breath told me all I needed.

She wanted to fuck as much as I did.

"St-Stop with the games, Summoner."

Was all she said before she forced my hand out of her crotch, and grabbed me by my base. I could only comply, a wicked grin forced through my gritted teeth as I shuffled forward between her legs.

She stroked me with earnest once I placed my hands on her hips, the tip of my cock kissing the moist folds of her cunt.

A hand was suddenly at my neck, and soon her tongue was between my teeth, wrestling with mine. More hot smacks, eyes open, hands busy with each other's skin.

Then her hand at my lower back, and with an effortless flick of her wrist, I was forced forward-a reminder that any illusion of physical power I had over her was fully of her own volition. With nowhere else to go, I could only aim straight for her core.

We shared an open-mouthed groan as Akali forced me inside of her, inch by inch, until I was fully-sheathed. We breathed hard together into each other's throats. I half expected her to pull back, maybe show more of her inert strength by forcing my hips into motion.

But by the way her eyelids were fluttering again, and how her tightly her insides pulsated around my meat, I could tell that it was my turn again to take the wheel.

I broke the kiss then, looking down at how I was balls-deep inside her, wrapping myself around the situation as Akali's body wetly conformed to me. I looked back up at her, and she gave a singular nod.

Not another word, and we began to fuck.

Her arms rested on my shoulders as my hips began that sorely-missed cycle, out and in, out and in. It wasn't long until I was fucking her in earnest, every outward breath morphing into a groan.

Akali would match me with groans of her own, growing in pitch as I started to really let loose, stuffing her faster and faster. The desk started banging into the wall as we continued, its incessant steel booming accompanied with the occasional clatter of something on the desk tumbling to the floor.

In due time, the only thing I could really hear was my wet crotch slapping into hers, a duet with the raw moans I consistently sucked from Akali's throat. She was leaning back now, her hips pushing forward to meet mine. My hands were on her slim waist, squeezing tight as the inner muscle of her athletic body coaxed me closer and closer to another peak.

I watched as her breasts shook inside that tight uniform of hers in perfect sync with those flared hips that met mine, the ebony line of her tied hair shaking in the same tempo. My hands moved before I could think: I ripped open the top, and with the satisfying succession of those pesky silver buttons popping off, bared what was beneath.

Her bra was jade, lacy with swirling and exotic Ionian patterns, just like her panties.

And just like her panties, I didn't give a shit about the craftsmanship. As that lace kept bouncing with the swell of her breasts, the only appreciation I wanted to give was for the treasure they covered.

Akali raised a small protest, but it was too late; a pop of pins and lace, and the front of her bra was torn in two. Her breasts jiggled to the rhythm of my cock stretching her like a sleeve. The sight made me groan, that ever-tightening knot inside me growing more taut. Sweat gave a thin glistening sheen on her skin, her small, chocolate nipples perky and beckoning for my tongue.

Not a few thrusts later, and my hand was pressed flat against the middle of her back, pushing her chest into my mouth. I felt her body react around me, her legs pulling me in as I started sucking the soft flesh of her teat. Her gasps started to hitch as I sucked in earnest, the hand at her back smoothing forward to grab the other tit.

With another hand on her lower back to keep her frame steady, I kept shoving myself into her, losing myself in the feel of her soft skin on my mouth, how her heat pulsed hotly around me with every thrust.

I loved how she would breathlessly moan, fingers clutching my neck as she succumbed to the way I ravished her like a ripe fruit; I took as much of her into my mouth as I could, tongue squeezing between the moist ring of my lips, teeth lightly grazing.

By the way her nails dug into me after a couple minutes of this as her entire body clenched and pulled at mine as she came in a hoarse hiccuping groan, I could tell she loved it too.

I felt myself growing ragged. Telltale pulses that coursed through me told me that more worship of Akali's supple body could come later.

The hand at her breast moved up to her shoulder, and my lips slipped off her tit in a wet slurp. Pulling back, I gave a push, prompting her to lie back, forcing her to remove a hand at my neck to support herself on the desk. My thrusts into her slowed as I allowed her to reposition herself, but the moment she looked up at me, creamy skin glistening from beads of sweat and my own spit, both my hands gripped her waist, and I started to really let loose.

My thumbs dug deep into her, and I felt the firmness of her muscle. I'd never fucked a girl as fit as her before, but feeling all of her tight, trained sinews twisting around me, watching her abs poke through her delicate skin when I would hit a spot that made her writhe, I was wondering if I would ever want to fuck a girl that wasn't this fit.

Our skin crashed louder than the desk that smashed with us, our colliding groans of pleasure louder than both combined. My hips thrust more rapid than ever now as I started to string together my grunts, feeling Akali tighten and tighten around me. I watched our connection as more of her quim spritzed out, her inner muscle coiling again in another crash of orgasm.

She let out more choking gasps as I raced faster and faster to the release of my next load. Akali's gasps turned to whines as her entire body shook under the weight of another orgasm.

Tighter and tighter, her soft insides contracted, squeezing me as her sweaty, slender frame accepted all of my pent-up sexual frustration, all the fantasies I've had while touching myself, thinking of defiling this very skin that my skin was greedily grabbing, this very pussy that I was buried inside of.

I only had a second to pull out as I felt my balls clench in a final effort, pushing out the load that had been building with every single roll of my hips into Akali's body.

Panting and shuddering, I slipped out of her completely, sliding my slick length over her slit. I felt her clit wetly kiss the underside of my cock as I watched myself unload all over. I grit my teeth as the first jet of hot spunk cannonballed out from my meat.

"Agh...fuck."

My vision grew a little hazy as I came harder than I ever have. One jet of cum followed another, and all I could do was roll my hips in slow juts forward, and enjoy the show. Steamy ropes of thick and creamy semen shot all over the front of Akali's naked body. White dollops of seed, each shot making every nerve and every inch of my inner arcane circuitry shudder in breathtaking bliss.

Shot after shot splattered onto Akali, from her collarbones, dribbling down onto her full, heaving breasts, staining the smooth expanse of her abdomen in sticky lines. Some stray shots latched onto her chin, others staining the uniform top and the bra that clung at her sides. By the time my release was coming to a close, my cum was puddling right below the head of my cock, right on top of her belly button.

A few more spurts of the mana-enriched seed, and I finally felt my balls loosen up, and the stream of spunk end.

I looked at my handiwork, seeing the hot wads of semen slowly drip off her nipples, rolling in small rivulets down the curve of her breasts as Akali panted to catch her breath. It was enough to let me take her again, then and there, but, Summoner as I am, I'm still human.

I let go of her hips, blindly wobbling back onto the examination bed.

I collapsed on it unceremoniously, thankful that I was mostly naked now other than my socks; sweat streamed down my body, and it cooled me off as I lay down, eyes closed, and took deep breaths. I felt the bed shift as Akali joined me, hearing her pant, catching her breath and dealing with aftershocks of her previous orgasm with intermittent mewls.

We lay like that for a few minutes until the issue of my stubborn erection was made explicit by Akali, whose voice had returned to its normal clinical tone.

"Your equilibrium still hasn't been achieved."

I opened my eyes, lolling my head to my left.

She was seated at the head of the bed. She didn't bother to wipe off the mess of my previous load, and my cum was drying on her skin, some of it still wet in small lukewarm lakes.

"Seems like it."

I wasn't aware that I had cracked a cocky grin, prompting Akali to roll her eyes.

"Well. Even though it is my duty to ensure you have your equilibrium restored, I am pretty annoyed. First, you ruined my lingerie by ripping it open when the clasp is very easy to undo."

"So you came to work expecting your bra to be undone?"

She ignored me, and continued, her eyes wearing the same glare they had earlier on in the day before I came all over her tits and her thighs.

"Second, you made a complete mess of my uniform and the bra that you had already torn apart." she said, keeping eye contact as she wiped off some cum off her right tit. I licked my lips, but tried to look sincere.

"Well I um...I'm sorry. It was spur of the moment, I should have pulled out earlier."

Akali let out a sigh.

"That's the biggest grievance in your conduct so far, Summoner."

I didn't have a chance to ask what she meant as she scooted down the sheets of the bed, and, eyes still locked with mine, spread her legs wide open, giving me an unobstructed view of her pink lower lips. Two of her fingers slipped over her heat, and she let out a low mewl as she started spreading herself to let me see my mistake.

"You should have finished inside me."

I was hard as a rock again at this point, and I found myself already crawling over her by the time I replied, voice hoarse.

"Good thing I have plenty more chances to fix that, huh?"

"You talk too much."

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, ahnnn- …!"

Akali came for the umpteenth time under me as our sweaty thighs collided in violent smacks, skin red after the repeated cycling of my cock plunging into her tightness. Gravity aided my effort in pistoning my cock into her. My balls smashed into her ass as I kept reaming her, beads of sweat rolling down my face splattering from my chin onto Akali's chest. Her thigh highs soaked up the sweat on my back as her legs pulled me into her, her throat mewling as more waves of her orgasm ripped through her body.

My hands pinned down her wrists, and I had a full view of Akali's face, scrunching in pure bliss while my cock rearranged her insides to my liking.

"Now who talks too much?" I said between my pants and groans.

She didn't have anything to retort as I moved a hand off her arm, pushing my thumb into her mouth. With uncharacteristic obedience, her head lolled to the side and she sucked.

Our sex was louder than ever. The pistoning of my meat in and out and in and out of her squelched lewdly as I scraped out hot spunk, making a mess that bubbled out of her and coated her ass, sticking to my balls in sticky white strands. The screaming of the bed springs and the dull hammering the metal headboard against the wall matched our duet of curses and groans.

Just as she had advised, I had dumped my load inside of her. Twice.

And now, with my body pummeling full force into hers, I let loose harder than ever, feeling myself ready to dump my third.

I felt my muscles flex, and instinctually I felt mana flow into the sinews of the circuits in my legs, making my thrusts go faster and harder than ever. I heard cum fly from between our crotches and the legs of the bedframe creak under the new pressure.

Akali squealed, escalating into a scream as I got faster than what she ever thought was possible, making her cum again, and again, feeling her quim coat my crotch.

"YES, YES █████, KEEP FUCKING ME, KEEP FU-AHHNNNN-"

She fell into another convulsion, her body arcing and writhing as she became overwhelmed with how hard I stretched her out, how perfect a fit she was as my personal cocksleeve. Her athletic litheness was my undoing as I hilted myself, feeling her contort and flex around me in an overwhelming pressure of fleshy heat.

Letting my body drop on top of her completely, dropping my face into her sweat neck. I opened my lips and bit down, suckling her skin as I grunted, feeling a torrent of cum begin to jet through my cockhead into her full womb.

Rope after rope of hot spunk refilled Akali's pulsing cunt, and I heard it all spurt out between us in squelching pops. I rode out the rest of my climax like that, laying on top of her, her breasts pillowing against my chest as my tongue kept savoring the taste of her salty skin. Her breaths syncopated with mine.

To neither of our surprise, I was still erect by the time the last few shots of spunk spurted inside her, and I was already thrusting in slow rolls as I supported myself on my arms and led my tongue up her neck, between her lips.

Our kisses were more savorous, her moans sweetly humming into my lips. This easily could have been the downhill of the pace. But Akali, as much as me, didn't want it all to slow down just yet. Soon her tongue started being more aggressive, the hands at her sides pulling at my hair, her hips thrusting up to meet my own.

No, it wasn't time for making love just yet. Akali still wanted to fuck.

I broke our liplock, looking down at her sweaty face. Her bangs were sticking to her forehead, and I did the courtesy of brushing it off as I chuckled.

"Since when were we on a first name basis, nurse?"

She didn't look amused, even though I was balls-deep inside of her.

"Just shut up and keep fucking me."

So I did.

We were back to our frantic pace. Sweat flying, spunk and quim splattering in volatile splashes with every hard thrust.

This time I was on my knees, and Akali's stocking-clad legs were on my shoulders. My hands clutched her thighs, her ass in midair. She had already cum a few times, and I was getting close to another creampie as I rutted her, holding her tight athletic body like a wheel barrow.

I changed things up by grasping her legs, pressing them together in front of me. I hissed; just like when she had crossed her legs when I was fucking her thighs, the position made her feel tighter around my sliding meat. As I grunted under the pressure of Akali's milking cunt, it came to my attention that she was, miraculously, still wearing her stiletto heels.

But more importantly, my depraved mind could only realize that her feet were right in front of my face.

As she clenched around my meat in another climax, grunting out my name, I took a hand and took off a high heel, revealing her stocking-clad foot. At that distance I could already smell the sweat soaked there, at the bottom of her sole, between her toes. Not another moment of hesitation, and I reached down and peeled her thigh-high off, the fabric damp with sweat and sponged-up fluids from our ravenous fucking, revealing her foot, the skin unblemished, every toe as clean as the curve of her sole.

Just as I thought, every single solitary inch of this damn woman was gorgeous.

Akali couldn't protest in her state, so I took her foot to my lips, and ravished it.

My tongue dug greedily between her adorable curled toes, no doubt adding another layer of sensation as I continued pounding her. I licked and sucked, gulping down the accumulated flavor of her sweat.

She squealed, but I kept sucking while my arms grabbed tighter to her legs to keep her in place. By the time my lips were appreciating her heel, I was already cumming. I bit into Akali's foot, giving a hickey where I never thought I would, my chest tightening and collapsing with every spurt of my spunk barrelling into her snug cunt.

By the time I shot at least seven or eight more ropes of semen, Akali's foot was shining with a sheen of my spit, some strands rolling down its skin past her ankle.

I felt the exhaustion of my efforts suddenly seep into me, and I let go of her legs, my chest heaving. My cock slurped out of her vag like a cork, thick heat of my spunk spilling out like yogurt onto the bed.

I was a wet mess, drenched in sweat, hair a mop above my head. I kneeled there, panting and beheld my handiwork once again.

I had destroyed this girl. Akali's hair, though still in its long ponytail, was as disheveled as mine, strands of black sticking to her skin. She still had on that torn bra and the uniform that clung to her shoulders like a cheap vest, fabric soaked in the perspiration of our efforts. She had shut her eyes, panting, her breasts rising and falling. The time where I had cum all over her body seemed like an eternity ago now, and the sweat she had worked up had efficiently washed all trace of that incident away.

I kneeled, just surveying the creamy expanse of Akali's naked body as she leaked and leaked my potent seed onto the bed, arms prone and limp to her sides, legs spread open with only one thigh-high stocking left, with its matching red stiletto heel.

When she opened her eyes, she looked for mine, and we stared at each other again. I wanted to gauge her energy. She wanted to gauge mine.

"And are you satisfied now, Summoner █████?"

"I could ask you the same question, Nurse Akali."

The quip earned my first grin from her, and I could see a tinge of pink on her cheek that wasn't from the hot sex.

"I asked you first."

"Well..." I pointed out my cock, still erect, with my chin. "Do you forget that I'm a Summoner?"

Akali grinned wider. I blinked.

The next moment, I was staring up at the ceiling.

I panicked, but I couldn't move. Akali's hands were pinning my wrists onto the soaked sheets of the bed, and she was straddling my lap.

How…

Akali laughed. A genuine laugh, and the panic seeped away at the sight of her wide smile.

Gods, she really was gorgeous.

"And did you forget that I'm a Kinkou?"

I returned the grin, letting out a breath as she started backing up, grinding me between the softness of her asscheeks.

My hands slipped onto the skin of her thighs.

"Maybe. Would you mind refreshing my memory?"

Akali gave me a look. One last, long look, the one that was searching for something back before we were sweaty and covered in each other's sweat and cum and spit.

Then, another smile, and she took her hands off my wrists. She took off her uniform top and the useless bra, leaving her breasts completely unobstructed as the grinding of my cock against her pussy started in earnest.

"Anything for your well-being, Summoner."

The springs of the bed groaned gently as Akali sank onto my cock.

Just minutes earlier, we were fucking like rabbits again, my hands gripping tight to her breasts as her hands ran through her hair as she stuffed herself. She demonstrated that she knew how to fuck better than I could, and in the time of her mounting me, she had wrung out yet another creampie that was spurting profusely between us.

The sex was finally taking a slower turn.

We were both finally completely naked at this point as Akali grinded herself against me, my hands roaming up and down the smooth inward curve of her back as our tongues exchanged moist heat and spit. Her hair was finally completely undone, long black strands providing a small veil when she had ridden me to her own chain of climaxes.

She came with a whimper now, and I felt her shiver in my arms, the perkiness of her teats shuddering against me. It wasn't as violent an orgasm as she'd enjoyed during her submissive rutting, but I could tell it was just pleasant. The bottom of her thighs kissed the top of mine in soft and wet smacks, but the smacking of our lips as we indulged in the comfort of our mingling breaths and the wetness of our tongues was just a little bit louder.

I came inside her with a soft groan, and she didn't bother to break the kiss until she felt my cock cease throbbing.

Her tongue slipped past my lips, her breaths wisping hot against my cheeks as we both panted, skin slick, bodies heated.

All I could see in that moment was her eyes, the vibrant pink of her lips, how there were almost indiscernible freckles on her glistening cheeks. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and I couldn't help myself.

"Gods, you're beautiful."

The comment was an unexpected one for her, as well as for me, but I couldn't take it back now. So we just let it sit in the air for a moment as that pink tinge returned to her cheeks. She grinned.

"No, you're just horny."

We both laughed.

In due time we were lying on the bed, her back against my chest. My breath tickled the nape of her neck as I traced the curve of her green snake tattoo. Her heat was a comfort against the dampness of the ruined examination bed.

"So how's my equilibrium?" I said in a whisper, as if any decibel louder would have ruined the mood.

There wasn't a reply, and I thought that maybe she had dozed off.

"...I'm not sure yet."

"What do you mean?"

Another silence with no reply.

"I might need to have another...check-up with you," she said, turning her body around until we were face to face. Her eyes had never looked so green as our noses kissed. "Maybe a house call?"

I got where she was going with this. Almost on instinct, I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her close. I felt her leg intersect with mine.

"Sure…" I paused. "And you are gonna wear the uniform again, right?"

Akali snorted.

Post-encounter debrief: In the weeks after Champion Akali and Summoner █████'s initial encounter on the day of █████ 12th, ██ CLE, it has become clear that they engaged in multiple debaucherous acts in Summoner █████'s quarters, as well as the █████ room in the Institute Infirmary, the ██████ hall in the █████, and the library situated in the █████ wing of █████ ██.

Surveillance operatives have reported further findings that Summoner █████ is not the only Summoner she has engaged in coital relations with, but he is the most frequent.

Due to the normalcy of such an affair, it has been deemed that distribution of amnestics is unnecessary.

Surveillance of Summoner █████ will continue until further notice.

IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ON ANY SUMMONER x CHAMPION SEXUAL ENCOUNTER, REPORT TO A HIGH COUNCILOR OR HIGH ADJUDICATOR IMMEDIATELY