It is sometimes said that fools rush in where angels fear to tread. In Valoran, however, there is one angel who fears nothing. Many are hesitant to approach her, but in the end they will all come…
It had been a few days since Morgana had received a visit from LeBlanc, head of the infamous Black Rose spy network. The Deceiver had come to Morgana's bakery hoping to negotiate for a sample of the angel's new range of tonics. There had been no actual negotiations, but that didn't mean that both sides hadn't got what they wanted in the end. In Morgana's opinion, it was a resounding success. Truth be told, she had always planned to provide some stock to the Black Rose – if a criminal organisation is using your products as a bribe or a bargaining chip, then people would be quick to take notice. Then, one by one they would come to seek out the source and Morgana could demand anything, or anyone in return. She already knew the plan would work, the real question was just how many of the league's champions would come to her and what would they do for a taste of the heady sexual delights her products had to offer?
Would she be visited by the shapely Fiora from rival city Demacia? Or perhaps the sultry Caitlyn from her technology-obsessed home in Piltover? Perhaps word would even reach as far North as the frozen wastelands of the Freljord to the pale beauty Ashe, desperate for something to bring some warmth to those frigid winter nights. Morgana's loins began to stir at the thought of having her way with any one of those women. LeBlanc had been enjoyable, but Morgana didn't expect to see her again terribly soon. As much as the trickster had clearly enjoyed their rendezvous, it must have been a somewhat humbling experience to be manipulated, used and discarded like that. No doubt she would need a little while for her wounded pride to heal.
It will most likely be another Noxian, she reasoned to herself. After all, it had been less than a week since she first leaked word of her new range and even a League Champion can only travel so fast. What would she do if the serpentine Cassiopeia turned up at her door? Hmm. She might have an unusual anatomy, but her upper-half was very appetising and there's still plenty of pleasure to be had from a moist set of lips and a skilled tongue. She was starting to feel intrigued. In spite of those thoughts, she was confident she knew who her next visitor would really be. By now, the rumours would be leaking out of the criminal grapevine and spilling into the realms of crooked officers and city officials. As everybody knew, there's nothing that a Noxian military grunt knows that isn't soon known to the Noxian High Command through one route or another. And when it came to Noxian High Command, all roads led to
'Katarina.' Morgana had been idly running a damp cloth over a flour-dusted preparation surface in her kitchen when she felt the subtlest shift in the atmosphere. The assassin surely knew that she couldn't hope to sneak up on the angel in her own bakery, but that seemingly didn't stop her from making the kind of entrance that few can match. Doors and locks are hardly an issue when one can step through rifts in the air between two points.
Morgana didn't turn around right away, she was wearing a long, but snug-fitting leather skirt in a deep indigo colour and very much enjoyed the way it presented her small, firm posterior. She linked her fingers and stretched her arms extravagantly above her head in an exaggerated yawn. The motion caused her back to arch and push out her already heaving cleavage, barely contained as usual by a demi-cup leather bra of the same shade as her skirt.
'And good evening to you too,' said the assassin, hopping lightly down from atop a flour barrel. Her voice was measured and business-like, giving nothing away. 'You needn't put on a show, you're not quite my type.'
That made Morgana smile crookedly, still stretching luxuriously. 'My goodness, so defensive! Sweet little Kat, you might just be surprised at the breadth of my appeal. The night is young. Besides, aren't we getting ahead of ourselves? You haven't even told to me to what I owe the pleasure of this visit.'
The angel turned around slowly, hands resting behind her head and her magnificent rack on display in its barely-adequate leather supports. Looking Katarina up and down she saw the assassin was wearing what she probably considered to be 'practical' clothing – a clingy black silk midriff top and matching skin-tight leggings. A full range of movement and nothing loose that could get caught or snagged. Morgana found herself wondering if the assassin was wearing a bra. If she wasn't, then that made her supremely perky breasts all the more impressive. The dark material covering them did nothing to conceal the fact that the redhead was very well endowed in that department. An array of knives were fastened to her belt. Katarina didn't need to hide her blades.
Noticing Morgana's wandering eyes, Katarina frowned and crossed her arms across her chest in a token effort to conceal herself. 'You know why I'm here,' she said, a hint of frustration creeping into her otherwise collected demeanour. 'You've spread word of your new products to sources that you know lead back to me and you know that certain branches of the Noxian secret service could do a great deal with some of your tonics. I will require a sample of each available item, of course, but you have my word that if your products perform, the Noxian authorities will be placing a sizeable order. Damnit, why are you smirking like that?'
It was true, Morgana's smile had been growing wider and more amused whilst Katarina was explaining her position. The redhead was determined not to let herself be flustered by whatever game the angel was playing, however. Rather than give anything else away, she let the silence hang in the air after her question.
Morgana said nothing for a few seconds, grinning her wicked grin. 'Little Kat,' she said finally, 'I'm afraid I have omitted some specifics of my new business venture. You see, as I told the person who got here a lot earlier than you, my tonics aren't exactly for sale in the conventional sense.'
'Not for sale? Woman, if you are wasting my time here I swear I'll–'
'—Calm yourself,' the angel interjected. 'All I mean is that they don't carry a price tag in simple gold. I have a wildly successful business and little actual need for monetary wealth. I didn't go to all this effort to make my bank account show a slightly larger number than it did before. No, this is more of a personal project.' She cast her eyes over the tight body of the redhead in front of her again, drinking in the sight of Katarina's flat, toned stomach. She could offer Kat a sample of her potent aphrodisiac, even find a way to spike another kind of drink with it. But no, there was something about Katarina that made Morgana want to do this the hard way. She wanted to make Kat want her. Really, really want her. She felt herself starting to stiffen at the sight of that tight, enticing body. The assassin's reply snapped her out of her brief reverie.
'If you're suggesting that I would prostitute myself for a few bottles of your love potions, then you are sadly mistaken,' said Katarina dismissively. She turned to leave. 'I shall have to inform High Command that your promises were tiresomely empty.'
A fire blazed in Morgana's eyes. She fought back the sudden urge to throw one of her famous Dark Binding spells to restrain the insolent woman before her, but that would only escalate the situation in entirely the wrong direction. 'Before you go…' she said, enigmatically.
Katarina paused, but couldn't keep herself from rolling her eyes in exasperation. 'What? Say whatever it is you have to say and please make it worth my time.'
'Very well – how about this? If you hear me out – and let me say everything I want to say – then I will provide you will a crate of each of my products every month for the next year, free of charge. That's twenty-four bottles of six different tonics delivered to a location of your choosing on the first day of each month, without fail. Is that worth your time, my dear Ms. Couteau?'
Katarina studied Morgana's face, looking for some kind of crack in her façade, sure that this was still part of the angel's game of obfuscation and half-truths. But this time it seemed as if Morgana was being sincere. She stared into the striking magenta eyes of the fallen angel and saw a raging vortex of fire and energy and passion, but not deception. Katarina sighed a deep and overly-dramatic sigh and then leaned back against the flour barrel she had been crouched on moments ago. Sometimes she wished she didn't feel such an overwhelming bond of loyalty to her city, but she did and this was an opportunity too important to throw away.
'Fine, you have a deal and on my life I will make you pay if you renege on it. Go ahead – say your piece.'
Morgana smiled widely. 'Why thank you, Ms Couteau. I knew you were a reasonable individual. Now, I need you to tell me – have you ever had an orgasm?'
For a moment, Katarina did not react. Her brain checked and double-checked the sentence but came back with the same result each time. She would never admit it directly, but for those few seconds the inestimable Katarina Du Couteau was lost for words. Hurriedly, she tried to compose herself. Should she just answer? It was absolutely none of the infuriating angel's business, but at the same time if she didn't go through with…whatever this was…then she could be putting Noxus at a disadvantage with regards to the kinds of information that could be extracted under the influence of Morgana's new tonics. She took a deep breath to centre herself, looked Morgana in the eyes and said 'Yes, I have. Why do you—'
'Then you know how good it feels, don't you? Do you remember? Do you really remember? Try to put yourself there in that moment as you feel those first stirrings of sensation.' Morgana moved in closer to Kat, meeting her gaze and letting her vivid, luminescent eyes burn into those of the assassin. 'How it feels when those ripples start to swell inside your body.' Your slim, firm, perfect body… 'Remember feeling it build and build – knowing that in just a few sweet, agonising seconds you will reach that perfect crest. Feeling it rise and rise, praying to any god that will listen that nothing will interrupt your breathless ascent.' The angel moved closer again as Katarina's expressionless countenance flickered ever slightly, leather-clad breasts just barely making contact with the assassin's own silk-covered chest.
'Now let yourself re-live that point in time. Remember that perfect moment of no return as you lose control, when you surrender yourself to the surge of euphoria. Pulse after pulse of electric bliss setting white-hot fire to your loins, your insides, your breasts, your mind. Your hips bucking and your chest heaving as you gasp for hot, ragged breaths. When time means nothing, where there are no wrongs, no rights, no cares, no worries and there is only your own exploding world of writhing ecstasy.'
Morgana smiled a beautiful and disarming smile of affection and empathy, never breaking eye contact. She noted Katarina's breathing – quicker than before. Without realising, the Noxian beauty retracted her bottom lip ever so slightly, biting into it gently with her front teeth.
'Good,' said Morgana. 'Now, imagine if I told you that all that will seem like a peck on the cheek compared to how I can make you feel.'
Katarina blinked, almost as if she didn't understand the words she was hearing. Her look of indignance started to make a comeback. 'Bullshit,' she managed. 'How would you even staaa-aaAAAH!'
Her sentence trailed off into a high-pitched squeal of delight as Morgana's head darted around to her side and blew a hot, sweet breath of air into her ear. Unbeknownst to Kat, Morgana had infused the breath with just a hint of the magic she used in her potions, causing a shiver of electric lust to run down the assassin's spine and ignite a tingling between her legs.
'As I was saying,' whispered Morgana right into Kat's ear, 'I can make you feel like you have never felt. She exhaled another hot, damp breath and smiled her wicked smile as she heard a shivering breath escape from Katarina's lips. 'I can make every breath and every touch the perfect ache. Every kiss and stroke a burst of pleasure and every thrust and pinch and scratch an explosion of delight. She moved around in front of Katarina again, but this time she moved in closer, her face inches from the red-haired woman's and her sumptuous breasts pressing into Kat's. Looking into Katarina's eyes, she said 'You will fight for breath between your gasps of ecstasy and wonder if you can even suck enough air to stay conscious and you will beg me not to stop, even as your vision begins to swim and blur. When I am done, you will be spent, drained, exhausted. And then you will want more, which I may grant, if I should please.'
Katarina said nothing, though a mixture of adrenaline and carnal desire swirled and ignited inside of her. She had sworn not to be swayed by any of Morgana's honeyed words and wicked promises, but now… now the game had changed. She tried to think of something to say, but the angel saved her the trouble.
'You just have to tell me that you want it,' purred Morgana, eyes still shimmering and searing into Katarina. Her hands found Kat's waist and held it firmly, fingertips starting to explore. With her fingers, she made her way down the supple, taut midriff of the assassin to the smooth, clinging silk of her leggings, holding on to her hips, pulling her ever so slightly closer. Morgana's skirt now strained at the front where her bulging erection pressed desperately against the soft leather, yearning for Katarina's hot, tight sex. The assassin's eyes widened as she felt the thick rod push into her legs.
'Oh,' she said, realisation dawning on her face.
Morgana smiled again and nodded. 'So?'
'I want it,' said Katarina.
In a flash, Morgana span away from the embrace and flung open a nearby cupboard. Snatching a lilac glass bottle from a shelf inside, she removed the cap and held it out to Katarina. 'Drink,' she said.
Katarina didn't even read the label, professing the bottle to contain the 'Carnal Blessing' tonic that Morgana had recently perfected. Instead, she simply gulped down the contents – about two mouthfuls in all. It was tangy and sharp, but delicious and enjoyable, like a well-placed pinch or careful bite. Immediately she felt the effects begin to take place. A tingle accompanied every breath in and out, the feeling of her clothing stretching and shifting, creating a buzz of static excitement.
Morgana approached her and took hold of her hips once again, pulling the two of them together as their chests met and a stream of shivers ran from Katarina's nipples into her chest and arms, causing her to visibly shudder. The angel leaned in and kissed Katarina deeply as the redhead gasped and moaned into her mouth. Their tongues writhed and intertwined, unable to press and twist into each other hard enough to satisfy their lust until at last, with a sharp intake of breath, Morgana broke the kiss. Even as she did so, Katarina's head darted forward, grabbing the angel's bottom lip eagerly but carefully between her front teeth. The assassin's eyes gazed upwards into Morgana's and silently begged for her touch, for her hands all over and for more of the incredible sensations she was feeling.
Morgana raised a finger and placed it on Katarina's lips, removing them from her own. 'I want you to give your body to me,' she said calmly.
Katarina could only nod hurriedly, in agonising anticipation.
Morgana's aching erection longed to plunge into the other woman's drenched depths, but it would have to wait. This was what Morgana had wanted from the moment she had first seen Katarina. She wanted that body, so athletic, so tight, so firm and so…hers.
She stepped around Kat, squeezing herself between the wooden barrel and the assassin's beautiful body. Placing a hand on each of Katarina's shoulders, she started to run her hands down each arm, feeling the shivers of delight as each wildly amplified sensation coursed through the woman's body. She felt the small, but well-defined biceps, the smooth forearms and dangerous but delicate hands of her new lover. Slipping her hands under Kat's arms, she dragged the back of the fingernail of each index finger up each of Katarina's ribs as she heard an 'Ahh! Ahhh! Ah!' from just in front of her. Gripping the silk at the bottom of the black midriff top, she started to pull it up as Kat obligingly raised her arms above her head. The assassin let out an involuntary squeal as the garment slid across her neck and arms. Morgana held onto Kat's arms for a moment, not allowing her to lower them yet. Then, with the redhead's arms still raised, she ran her fingers back down the beautiful triceps and shoulders and finally reached around to grasp those incredible, firm breasts. Morgana caught herself being almost awestruck as she realised that that incredible rack really was as pert and firm as it looked, having not dropped an inch since losing its clinging support. Running her fingers over the top of Kat's breasts, Morgana leaned in to nuzzle some of that luscious crimson hair aside and started to kiss and nibble at the fiery-haired woman's neck.
Katarina quivered and her knees started to shake and buckle as the torrents of electric delight tore through her with each lick and teasing bite. Morgana's fingers idly circled her breasts, carefully avoiding her burning, aching nipples. They stroked and rubbed across the top and the sides and sent tremors of delight running through her torso and down to nether regions as the teasing, exploring fingers brushed the more sensitive undersides of her bosoms. Rubbing and teasing and groping and grasping, those fingers still wouldn't venture as far as her nipples and Katarina could feel her anxiety rising, her nipples beginning to throb, crying out for release. She could feel her knees beginning to give way and leaned back heavily against the Morgana's thin, but strong frame. With her arms still raised, Kat wrapped her wrists around the angel's neck and held on to try and avoid collapsing to the floor.
The angel's fingernails traced a small, excruciating circle around the very edge of each areola and now Katarina could think of nothing but the swelling, aching pressure in each nipple. 'Do it, oh gods of Valoran, do it! I…I beg you, do it!'.
That was what Morgana wanted to hear. Sliding her hands up and briefly cupping each perfect breast, she moved a finger and thumb to each small, swollen and rock-hard nipple and then squeezed.
Katarina screamed.
It was long and loud and guttural. Her round, firm ass ground hard into Morgana's bulging crotch and her fingernails dug into the angel's neck behind her. Her hips bucked and bucked again as she pressed as much of her body as she could against the woman behind her. The white-hot explosion of perfection burst from her chest and flooded through her body, igniting her loins and erupting in a mind-blowing orgasm that churned and surged through her for what felt like several minutes. With every surge, she ground her small, tight body into Morgana's as the angel revelled in the feeling of the assassin's skin against her own.
As she began to come down from the dizzying high, she became faintly aware that she had sunk her fingernails easily a half-inch into Morgana's neck, but the angel had said not a word nor even reacted in any noticeable way. As Kat fought for her breath and felt a little strength return to her legs, she felt a soft 'click' as Morgana unhooked her own bra and let it fall to the floor between the two of them. Her body was still racing with incredible sensations as she felt those heavenly digits once again start to touch and rub and explore. She wanted to feel everything and said as much to Morgana. The angel responded by quickly pulling down Kat's silken leggings and yanking them off, along with her ankle-length soft-soled boots.
Deciding the time was long-past for either of them to be clothed, Morgana quickly removed her own skirt, freeing her straining erection from its confines. As desperately as she wanted to bury herself inside Katarina, she resisted just a little longer. Instead, she slid her long, thick length horizontally between the redhead's legs and left it sandwiched between the perfectly smooth, toned thighs. Her hands returned to their busy work, this time touching and examining each of Kat's wonderfully-defined abs as well as her smooth curved waist and sumptuous hips. Leaning in behind the redhead, she started to suck on a small, soft earlobe and once again received a gratifying whimper of excitement in return.
Morgana's hands turned to slide between their two bodies as at last she took hold of that heavenly ass. It was rock-hard and perfectly filled each hand. Morgana squeezed hard and eased a few fingers inwards towards Katarina's hole. The redhead responded by whirling around and pressing her bare chest into Morgana's own, reaching down to pull her hands back into position and pulling that throbbing cock back between her thighs. In this new position, Morgana was able to kiss Katarina deeply and at length as she rubbed and groped and grasped. She felt her hips start to take up a gentle thrusting rhythm of their own accord between the firm, silky thighs of the assassin. Her hands ventured down and ran across the flawless skin of Kat's legs when Morgana decided she could bear it no longer. She could feel an incredible heat radiating from Katarina's drenched pussy, which had already soaked half of her length in its position between the assassin's thighs.
Snatching up an old flour sack, Morgana threw it roughly onto the floor and then laid back on it, spreading her ragged wings carefully so as avoid crushing them in her coming throes. She beckoned Katarina towards her and as the assassin approached, gestured for her to turn around so that her back would be to Morgana as she started to sit on the angel's glistening erection. She wanted the best possible position to continue enjoying that luxurious body while she was buried inside of it.
The two champions let out simultaneous moans of delight as Katarina crouched down and started to sink onto Morgana's raging hard-on. As she penetrated deeper and deeper, all Morgana could think of was how unbelievably tight Katarina's pussy was. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to blow her load inside the lithe assassin right there and then. She held on as Kat's perfect butt made contact with her groin, fully impaled on her cock. She looked up and saw that Katarina's back was arched almost impossibly back, her head hanging far enough back to be able to look Morgana in the eyes. I hadn't even thought about how amazingly flexible she would be… thought Morgana. She looked into Katarina's eyes and saw a mixture of surprise and urgency that made her realise the other woman was about to have her second orgasm just from being impaled on her dick. The sensations building inside there must be incredible under the effects of the tonic.
Morgana grabbed a handful of Kat's hair at the base of her skull and leaned forward to kiss her roughly on the mouth, with the impossibly supple assassin still impaled to the hilt and her back arched over Morgana's stomach and chest. As the two kissed urgently, Morgana withdrew herself just a little and then thrust hard into that tight, incredible hole. Katarina groaned and shuddered and drooled as the two kissed and bit and tongued messily and aggressively. Morgana thrust again and again, building up a slow but hard and deep rhythm as she felt Katarina gasping and shrieking into her mouth, between her teeth. Katarina reached out suddenly and grabbed two huge fistfuls of Morgana's flowing purple hair. Their lips still locked, Katarina shrieked and squealed as the orgasm built to its insane peak. As it did, Morgana reached out her other hand and pinched hard on one of the redhead's exposed and erect nipples. Katarina's eyes shot open wide and she half-screamed, half-roared into Morgana's mouth as every last bit of air burst forth from her lungs. A few seconds later, their lips parted briefly as she sucked in a huge, urgent breath before screaming out loud again.
Morgana let out her own screech of delight as Katarina's hands unknowingly tore out two clumps of long, purple hair, the pain coursing through the angel and setting off a chain reaction that told her that her own release was on the horizon. Even as Kat was starting to come down from her own climax, Morgana was building up to hers. She thrust faster, grasping and groping at those exquisite breasts, that firm, tight stomach and what handfuls she could manage to grasp of Kat's incredible rump between bounces and thrusts. The redhead was still shaking and moaning under the effects of the sensation-enhancing tonic, adding to the deluge of sensory delights Morgana was experiencing. Finally, Morgana felt that wonderful building swell of her own orgasm as she plunged deep into Katarina's heavenly snatch. As her climax finally flooded through her, she wrapped her arms around the assassin's chest, pulling their bodies as close as possible as her cum shot forth in surge after surge inside the smaller woman's slick depths. Even Morgana couldn't believe how many times she felt herself surge and pump more cum inside Kat's groaning, sighing body. Finally, she was spent and flopped down with Katarina still on top of her, both of them gasping for breath.
After a few minutes, Katarina's hips started to circle and grind, Morgana's semi-erect cock still buried inside of her. Neither had the energy to start fucking again so soon, but the fact that Kat seemed so desperate to go once more made Morgana wonder if she had perhaps made her tonic too potent. She carefully took hold of Katarina's waist, gently easing the girl around so that they eventually faced each other, Morgana still inside the Noxian noble. As Morgana sat up, they shared a long, lazy kiss. This was why she hadn't wanted to use the aphrodisiac variant of her tonics, because now this moment was real and it was good. Whilst she would likely never admit it to anybody, Morgana had desperately wanted Katarina for some time now. Right now, she felt a sense of contentment that she had not felt in some time. She wasn't going to fool herself, however – she still intended to sample a lot more of the league's female champions, but she had a feeling that she might have to keep coming back to this one.
The next morning, a delivery cart with an appreciable Noxian military guard departed from the back door of the bakery. Morgana had made good on her promise to provide a sizeable batch of her wares to Katarina's branch of Special Operations. Katarina herself had stayed around for several hours for the two to enjoy each other further, before finally taking her leave. It seemed she had a newfound respect for Morgana, for whom she'd previously shown nothing but contempt. As she returned to her kitchen, the angel stretched a long, cathartic stretch. She had been thinking idly about who her next 'acquaintance' might be and a devilish plan had just popped into her head. This was going to be delightful…
