Ba-dums! I guess no one expected that, but here is the update. This pack of stories is not dropped, I'm just a lazy arse who updates very irregularly.
Anyway, read and review at your leisure, if you'll have some detailed criticism or ideas for more chapters, I'll be happy to hear that.
Splendid idea. Marvelous, brilliant, almost genius-level. So shiningly awesome, that it was cringe-worthy in its outlandish idiocy. Who would have thought? Stealing favorite walking cane from grand general of Noxus, Jericho Swain. Fucking cane. From fucking Jericho fucking Swain. Best covert operation ever.
Having this train of thoughts, Lux wanted to facepalm hard enough to break her own nose. And then punch Quinn in the face. And again. And again. And kick Valor. Hard. It was Quinn's idea and with her constant poking she convinced Lux to go with this farce. Now Quinn was safely gone, probably hiding somewhere in spacious quarter of Institute and Lux was… here. Stripped of her armor, wand, all magical items down to black bodysuit, and happy that at least she wasn't bound and naked.
At the moment, she was sitting on simple wooden chair inside spacious but spartan room belonging to grand general. There was no décor here. Only shelves and shelves of books and documents. Writing desk and king-sized bed – probably, Swain needed something comfortable to rest on due to his advanced age and sustained injuries. However, even bed was plain looking, simple black sheets and blanket with pillows that could fit well on some military ship. Still, the room had a kind of eerie atmosphere that made Lux very uncomfortable.
Least she could do now, is not to squirm under gaze of Jericho Swain himself, and three other noxians in the room. Namely. Darius, his younger brother Draven and blood-mage Vladimir. While grand general held a look of curiosity, almost like studying unknown creature, Darius kept stone face and Draven was basically eye-fucking her. Vlad, o the other hand was all smiles and amusement.
It was a relatively new experience for Lux, to see these noxians at same time and outside of the Fields. She was very used to seeing them in combat or ceremonial attire, but now they were dressed in almost identical looking slacks and tunics of dark-grey color. It made them looks so… normal and non-threatening. Lux nearly caught herself thinking that, if she put Vlad into demacian noble clothes and somehow made him loose that predatory look he always had, then he would be so goddamn handsome. Her musing were interrupted by cough from Swain.
"Dear Luxanna" Swain spoke up "I do hope you realize the predicament you are in, and all complications it brings". His voice hard and raspy, like ravens croaking, but there was not a single hint of malice in it. Only indifference, the man of true power can hold towards insignificant being barely worth of his notice.
"I understand, lord Swain, I'm at your mercy" deciding to play submissive and docile, Lux hoped that she will either have chance to escape her captors or at least she might be a able to avoid severe consequences. Though, knowing noxians, it was ghostly chance.
"Mecry…" a shadow of smile touched Swain's lips. "I have none to spare. But, fine. You will obey. You will not speak out of turn. Now, my subordinates and I, will discuss how to handle your transgression. You will be given chance to speak up in your defense when we are finished. Is it clear?"
Lux nodded – too many words could make her situation worse and she knew that.
"Gentlemen" grand general addressed three other men "Kindly share your opinion on how we could handle situation at hand to gain most it. Let us begin. Darius."
Hand of Noxus has cleared his throat and started speaking in manner as if he was giving a briefing to assembled generals:
"From what I see, we have an excellent leverage against Demacia here. So, my suggestion is to make the matter public and report it to Institute authorities. We have both hextech and scrying crystal records of Luxanna Crownguard sneaking into private quarter designated for grand general of Noxus and stealing his property. This alone is enough to guarantee her expulsion from League and seriously handicap demacian forces represented for matches on the Fields. Furthermore, her expulsion will cause her family to fall from grace of royal clan and generally weaken their position. That's all".
"Point well-reasoned. Next, Draven"
Executioner shrugged carelessly. "I say, take her to Noxus. We have her here, captured and that bird-girl will not go runnin' to alarm their superiors about failed prank. When in our land, she will be a lot more talkative. Might as well blurt out some of demacian secrets"
"Good" Swain turned face Vladimir. "Vlad, your word"
Hemomancer scratched his chin, appearing deep in thought. Then he spoke:
"It might sound strange, but I think indirect approach will work best. Let her go."
"To what end?" Darius interrupted. "We will be losing valuable bargaining chip".
"Patience…" Vlad waved an elegant finger "we still have all records. So, my proposition is to let her go, but… to tip off her brother about our knowledge. And, under pressure of making this disgrace public, force him into providing some favors for Noxus. Something that will not be a direct treason against Demacia. But will still benefit us"
Grand general was pleased with opinions his men provided. Even Draven, for whom he had no expectations, proved to be capable of logic, albeit a simplistic one. But Swain had a bit of surprise planned for his loyal, or not so, followers. He let his eyes linger on each of men for a brief time, as if contemplating their mettle and uttered:
"Valid arguments were raised. Now, before hearing what Luxanna has to say in her defense, I will make an announcement. This will be a test for you three. You will decide further course of action collaboratively, without my involvement. You will hear Luxanna's plea, discuss which is the best path to take and make a decision. Now, I am leaving, I have a meeting arranged back in Noxus. Act wisely." With these words, grand general turned and casually waked out of his Institute apartment leaving three noxians and demacian light mage completely puzzled.
Darius, used to handling unexpected turns on battlefield, was a first to apprise new development.
"General has given the orders and will follow through." He turned to Lux, who was still fidgeting on the chair while her captors were talking. "Now, Luxanna, state what you have to say to sway our judgment in your favor".
Light mage took a pause, considering here next words carefully. It was foolish to think that pleading for mercy and spouting some empathy-winning nonsense could win noxians over. She had to find so very practical reasoning to get out of this predicament, though she knew, that she will not escape unpunished anyway, however hard she tried. Taking a few seconds longer to think, Lux began her improvised speech:
"I fully understand and take responsibility for my actions" this has earned her approving nod for Darius "but there are few things I'd like you to consider. First, no real harm was done or intended. That was a stupid prank, and foolish thing for me to do, I admit that. Still, if you look at it from demacian command point of view, it is a pretext for political incident that will bring me no recognition, quite the opposite, if that was ever made known to my superiors, I'll be reprimanded and possibly put on suspension. Maybe even stripped of some privileges I have. Second, nothing of real value was stolen and I didn't have any intentions to spy on you. If you don't believe me on that, I guess Vladimir" she nod-pointed to blood mage "can use some magical means to compel me to say only truth and you can confirm that. Third, sending me to Noxus and holding me there for prolonged amount of time will win you nothing and even have worse consequences with Institute, than my supposed exposure can have for Demacia. It will be viewed as major breach of regulations and will result in backlash against Noxus from both Institute and Demacia. Fourth, I do admit that I'm still in the wrong here, so as a compensation, I'm willing to withdraw from some matches against Noxus, those that are initiated by third parties, not Demacia. I can feign sickness or find another valid reason for withdrawal. That could settle a score for my little misdeed against you"
When finished, Lux took a discreet peek at face of her captors, making sure to not stare to intensively. Darius was stone-faced as ever, Draven had a look of complete puzzlement and Vlad appeared mildly amused.
Strangely, it was Draven who uttered first words:
"Guys, am I the only one thinking that old Jericho has tricked us, and it is actually him sitting here and not pretty Luxy?"
Hearing this, Darius snorted.
"You underestimate her, brother. Sometimes, pretty face can get along with devious mind all too well. Remember, how many time you've lost bottom lane when she was playing support role for opposing team's marksman. You could never predict her intensions and plans". Turning to Lux, he went on:
"You have laid out a very respectable bargain, I'm impressed. However, we still gain far more advantage from exposing you to Institute and Demacian command. Your suspension, that will surely follow is going to severely damage fighting ability of Demacian team. There are no other mid-lane mages. Even if they bring that huge golem, we have means to do a short work of him. This said, you'll have to offer something of bigger value. Possible, identities of Demacian agents in Noxus. If you leak that information, I swear on my honor that no harm will come to them – they will be simply deported from Noxus, nothing more."
Lux was thinking frantically. She honestly had no idea about any agents deployed in Noxus – no one shared this intelligence with her. She had to come up with something and fast, but alas, she was out of ideas. She felt almost as bad as while laning against Syndra of Xerath – beings who could wipe her from existence with single exercise of will, if not for restraints imposed on them by Institute. That irrational fear was crawling up her spine again and forced her to blurt out the most stupid thing ever:
"I'm willing to please you sexually."
The room went silent. Well, apart from imaginary sound of Draven's jaw hitting the floor. The words just said were so out of the blue and logically disconnected from ongoing negotiations, that thee men present were struck by various states of confusion. Then jaw clanked shut. Draven winced. Darius coughed and muttered:
"Well, I didn't see that coming…" he pinched the bridge of his nose and glared at Lux "Are you trying some kind of psychological shock tactics here?" he accused.
Before Lux chance to reply, Vladimir spoke up:
"I think she means exactly what she said. Desperate times call for desperate measures. But, I sincerely doubt she has ability and experience to back such a claim, if so happens we take her up on the offer." Turning to light mage he continued "Lux, sweetie, tell me, just how experienced you are?"
"I'm not a virgin, if that is what you mean." Lux had a bit of a time to recover from her slip of a tongue and gather her thoughts. So now she decided to try acting coy and play it down a little – a possibility of having three men on her was outright scary, but… also brought her a tiny spark of depraved excitement. She pouted, making a fake offended expression. "And, it is very rude to ask lady about such things."
Vlad chuckled hearing that, predatory grin appearing on his face.
"Oh, now I'm called rude for being practical. Lux, dear, if you fully intend to use your body to amend that little transgression of yours, be ready have three-way action, as none of us will be so kind to wait for his turn."
Draven, who stayed surprisingly silent during this exchange decided to butt in:
"Wait, I completely lost it! How did we get from interrogating Luxy to discussing how to better fuck her? Not that I mind fucking part." And, he got promptly whacked on the head, albeit lightly, by Darius, who stated tiredly:
"We are not fucking her. And we're not falling for her ploy to throw us off-balance."
Meanwhile, Lux kept her silence, content with observing results of split-second decision. At least, her captors now had their mind away from politics and immediate benefits of her exposure to authorities. She still had a chance to get away, maybe with some damage to her dignity, but not to her League standing or Demacian team.
"Oh, stop being so uptight, its no fun." Vladimir said while pouring a glass of blood-red wine from decanter on nearby table and passing to Darius, who reluctantly accepted the treat. "From my standpoint" Vlad sipped his wine and went on "Lord Swain had left us with decision making on purpose. He knows exactly what to expect. The right thing done for the good of Noxus, performed in most perfect way possible. But, I'm inclined to believe, that instead of doing everything perfectly, he wants us to misbehave a little. No to screw up, but to do things in unorthodox way. Therefore" he smiled deviously "let's mess up grand general's bed."
"You got it, Vlad!" Draven almost clapped and looked ready to jump with excitement "I'm all up for it!"
"Fuuuck…" that was expression signifying, that Darius has lost all hope of returning conversation back on track. "Why gods hate me so much, to force me into being stuck here with tricky captive and two boner-ridden idiots…" He exhaled, surrendering to inevitable and turned to Lux. "Luxanna, are you seriously willing to go through with that nonsense?"
For several seconds, Lux considered her options and couldn't come up with anything. So, she replied:
"Yes, if you drop all charges against me and destroy all evidence of my trespassing."
"Fine. These two" he half-nodded towards his brother and Vald "are ready to jump out of their underwear. But me, you'll have to convince. What do I gain out of screwing you right here and letting you go?"
"You trade advantage over me as demacian team member, to advantage over me as person." Words came easily this time, as Lux regained some composure. "If you claim of having… orgy with me, it will destroy my reputation, but will not harm my country."
"Unconvinced" Darius kept a stone face. "My claim to such action, without any proof will only make a fool of me."
Lux bit her lip and looked Darius straight in the eyes.
"You'll have your proof. My body has some marks that are known to very few people."
"And these are?"
"Some scars on underside of both my breasts" saying that, Lux blushed a little and went on. "Got these during training incident, shrapnel explosion. You can see them only if you are… under me, and push my breasts up." With each word, light mage was growing redder and redder. When simply talking about her body was bringing her that level of embarrassment, she dreaded she might pass out when thing get serious.
Darius nodded; visibly satisfied with the answer the then uttered something no one in the room expected:
"And pray tell, Luxanna, how exactly are we going to see these marks? We, noxians, do not crouch in front demacians to take a peek. Do you have some particular position in mind maybe?" No one noticed that, but Hand of Noxus was trying real hard to not grin like an idiot.
Lux had a feeling like her tongue was glued to her teeth. It was an overload, but she had to say something. At least to prove herself, that she cannot be mentally defeated by sex-themed banter.
"I will… I will ride you, and you can grope my breasts." That came out with unexpected ease as Lux let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
At this point, Vladimir decided to interject, showing some consideration for a flustered light mage.
"Darius, my friend" he spoke "I think our dear Luxanna is on the brink of dying of shame, so please be easy on her. She'll have all the time to be shameless later. As for now…" he poured another glass of wine and presented it to Lux. "Drink, all of it. But not in one go – can't have the alcohol jump to your head too fast."
Lux has obliged, seeing no trap here – noxians has drunk from same decanter and appeared perfectly fine. So she sipped the wine, admitting its strong but simple flavor, and finished the glass in about a minute. As usual, alcohol was quick in getting to her, but she didn't feel tipsiness – only pleasant warmth and a tiniest touch of inhibition.
Haemomancer took the glass back from her and turned to other two noxians.
"Gentlemen, do you mind if I take a lead in our little play for a while?" he inquired with smile. Darius grunted affirmatively and Draven added:
"Only for a short tine Vlad, I'm not letting you have her all to yourself."
Switching his attention back to blond beauty, still seated in the chair, he extended his had invitingly and said:
"Come closer Lux, lets have a better look at you… from all sides. And, I must further embarrass you with intimate question. Would you like some makeout first or should we go straight into action?"
"I chose action." Lux stood up, accepting Vlad's hand. "I don't want it to feel like something romantic. Just, don't get too rough." Aquamarine eyes locked with opposing crimson, as she was pulled closer.
"Smart choice." Approval evident in his voice, Vlad added "And worry not –we're all gentlemen here." He took a bit of a time to admire a girl in front of him, while she was still clothed. Her tight black bodysuit revealed all her curves – maybe not as impressive as some other female champions of the League, but she was a work of art on her own. Vlad started with lightly caressing her face, then dropping his hands along light mage's sides, he groped her ass, feeling up her firm and toned buttocks. Lux trembled slightly, but otherwise exhibited no signs on resistance. Then, a long lick the started at base of her neck and ended on left earlobe. And a whisper:
"Turn around."
Lux obliged, now standing with her back to the three noxians, and almost immediately, she felt a pair of gentle hands squeeze her breasts. The touch was light, and surprisingly pleasant, earning a barely audible sign from her. She didn't even notice when a pair of fingers sneaked up her throat and pulled down front zipper of bodysuit. Like in slow motion, it went further, until zip line ended almost right above her crotch. Halves of the bodysuit got pushed apart, her modest chest exposed. Vlad once again moved to fondle her breasts, now more aggressively, paying special attention to light-pink nipples, already erect from both fear and anticipation. Her breathing grew shaky and unknowingly, she pushed her backside against haemomancer's crotch and felt his growing hard-on.
Abruptly, Vladimir moved back, trailing a finger down blonde's spine and he broke contact. Lux understood this unspoken request, gathering resolve for what was to come next. She kicked off the boots and swiftly pulled bodysuit down, stepping out of it, nearly in one move. Only black linen panties were left, protecting her dignity.
She turned to face the three men, finding the they've also got rid of most of their clothes, leaving only underwear on. It was a mutual visual appraisal. Lux was slightly self-conscious about her body, she deemed herself unimpressive in comparison eye-candy ladies League had. But, having three pairs of hungry eyes roaming her body, she felt all presumed inferiority vaporize in an instant. Her lithe but athletic body, in combination with B-cup breasts, adorned by light-pick nipples with almost no areolas, plus, cute angelic face were a sight to behold.
She examined the men that were captors a couple of minutes ago, but now, they were going to be her lovers. Darius and Draven had similar builds, buff and muscular, with that dry, non-to-visible muscle mass that only soldiers and warriors have. Elder brother was slight bigger in statue, his body decorated in scars but not marred by age at all, while younger one had smoother skin and several tattoos. As for Vlad, somehow Lux expected him to look lanky and weak, outside of his clothes, but to her surprise, he had wiry and lean build, well proportioned, though with no budging muscles. While Blood Brothers were warriors of raw power, Haemomancer was killing machine built of elegance.
Both parties satisfied with what they see, Lux was first to break the silence:
"What now?"
"Eager, aren't you?" Vladimir teased, not giving a chance for other two men to speak up. "Come, lie down on the bed, let your feet dangle a little over the edge. I promise, you'll like what comes next." And turning to his fellow noxians he added "Patience, please – you'll have your fill, and, I'm even so generous that I'm not taking her for myself first."
Draven grunted with annoyance at that, but didn't complain and his brother was apparently fine with development, observing the scene calmly.
Already of the bed, Lux was getting mentally ready to be completely exposed. And it came swiftly, as Vlad stepped close and lifting her legs up a little quickly removed her panties.
"Spread" he said huskily "It past time to be ashamed."
Like in slow motion, she parted her legs, revealing her most private part – as neat and small as expected, cleanly shaven, with only outer lips on display.
"Oh, I like the way you look after yourself…" Vlad drawled, lightly stroking her flower.
"The.. hair gets in the way, so I got rid of it" her voice slightly shaky, Lux still tried to maintain her dignity.
"All the better…" and Haemomancer dropped to his knees and dived the face first into his target.
First lick caught Lux unaware and she audibly gasped at sensation of hot and wet tongue over her slit. A bit of attention on surface, then her outer lips were pushed slightly open and tender intrusion commenced. Vlad for definitely a capable person, if not an expert when it came to pleasing women orally. An assault of gently licks and suckles went on and Lux moaned aloud for the first time, unable to contain the pleasure. On the edge of her senses she hear Draven commenting "She likes that for sure" and succumbed to Vlad's experienced tongue. As if prompting him to go further by her moaning and wiggling, she felt a finger slide into her tight channel and start pumping slowly. She nearly crushed albino mage's head by her thighs at this point – bright spark of pleasure the penetration brought, forced her to move out of control. Vlad chucked, and slapped her ass lightly for her to relax, his lips still locked on her privates. Lux didn't notice when one finger became three, her moans steadily picking up in volume and frequency, as pressure was steadily building at her core, waiting for release. She was close.
Suddenly, it has stopped. Lux open her lust-clouded eyes, not understanding why Vlad has withdrawn and why she voice denied release.
"Why did you stop?" she sounded almost offended. And then she noticed, that while she was in the throes of pleasure, both Darius and Draven go rid of underwear that stood there waiting, with their dicks erect and ready.
"Because, it is time for main event." With a grin, Vlad stepped aside and asked his fellow noxians: "So, who goes first? I'd suggest so start in order of seniority."
"No objections" Draven shrugged. "Bro, it your call then" he said nodding to Darius.
Hand of Noxus nodded in response and moved forward looming over Lux.
"Are you ready, Luxanna?" he asked.
Before that, Lux had a chance to observe what Blood Brothers were packing below the belt. Honestly, she was relieved. They both were somewhat bigger than average, but nothing inhumanely huge that she feared. Now, she was too far gone into the act to refuse or ask for delay, so she replied in only possible way, while locking eyes with Darius:
"Yes, take me."
Wasting no more time. Darius lowered himself in front of the edge of the bed, took hold of light mage's legs, positioning her so their hips were level and thrusted forward. Penetration was soft, because Darius took care to measure force of his thrust, as head of his dick parted folds of flesh and went inside, tight velvet channel eagerly accepting him. Lux couldn't help but gasp at sensation of hard rod inside of her. She expected some pain, but instead it was only pleasure from tight friction and sensation of being spread open. Going in about half on his length, Darius pulled back and then moved forward again, deeper this time, testing how far little blonde can accept him. With a couple more strokes he hit the upper wall of mage's pussy and felt his dickhead brushing against tightly closed ring that was her cervix. Lux shivered at unfamiliar sensation, but displayed no other signs on discomfort as Darius pulled back once again and started thrusting in even, controlled pace. From outside, it seemed the he remained completely indifferent to the act, but slight softening of his usually stony face betrayed the pleasure he felt.
Relaxed, to the point of being surprised at herself, Lux enjoyed that steady pounding. She was already close to cumming, thanks to Vlad's ministrations and now, though cooled off a little, she was approaching orgasm again and in a very rapid pace. Grabbing bedsheets with shaky hands, she bit her lip to fight off impending climax. As if reading her intentions, Darius speed up, not giving Lux a chance to resist. To her credit, Lux managed holding for entire one minute, only tiny whining noises escaping her clinched teeth. But that was her limit, her vaginal walls convulsed, a tight spring uncoiling in her lower stomach, orgasm washing over her. Lux tensed, her mouth open in drawn out moan. On top of her, Darius growled and sheathed himself completely in blonde's welcoming folds, stopping all movement and letting petite girl ride out her climax. A few more tremors passed through her body and Lux has more or less regained her senses. Smirking Darius has drawn back, his dick leaving tight snatch with a wet pop. Then, without warning, he jumped over Lux and onto bed, comfortably landing on his back and stretching out. Impact of his massive body nearly threw Lux off the bed edge, making her squeak in tiny voice.
"We're far from done" Darius stated as matter of fact. "Get over here." He pointed to his erect member. "You've intended to show me scars on your breasts from beneath, so make good on your word."
"Hey, bro, not fair, you're taking too long with her" younger Blood Brother complained. His protest fell on deaf ears, older brother having his attention focused solely on Lux who crawled over to his lap sparing Draven a sideways glance.
"You'll have your turn, a bit of patience please" calm voice of Vlad cut in, a tone lower than usual, so only Draven could hear him clearly. "Simply imagine how hot and ready she will be once your brother in through with her…"
No more complains came from Executioner and for now he resigned himself to watching.
Lux, feeling unusually emboldened moved forward and then lowered herself on awaiting member. It went inside her effortlessly, all the way in until her hips met toned abs of Darius. She release a content sign when bottomed out and gyrated her hips slowly, getting accustomed to the feeling. 'Well, I guess I'm not too small down there' she caught herself thinking. 'I wonder how much I can take inside. Maybe something a lot bigger that Darius. Yes, a lot bigger.' Lost in daydreaming, she did not notice how she began bouncing up and down, with small moves at first, but steadily increasing speed and amplitude. The reality of what she was doing rolled over her smoothly, with no shock and a new lewd Lux was enjoying what she did immensely. Underneath her, Darius moved his hands, grabbing light mage's breasts, kneading almost roughly, his calloused fingers running over network of small scars aborning underside of each firm and round boob. Slowing down for a brief moment and switching bonces for back-and-forth slides, Lux shook her head making her golden hair fall in cascade down the shoulders and locked eyes with Darius.
"Say, General" she drawled "there is a proverb that scars are like medals, they make man handsome. Do you think same works for women? Do my scars make me beautiful?"
"They sure do" Darius growled in reply, his hands never leaving blonde's breasts.
"Then observe!" with this words, Lux removed general's hands from her breasts, straightened up, puffing chest out and planted palms behind her head. Then she rose, so only tip of general's cock was inside her, and slammed back down, hard. Determined, Lux started riding with reckless abandon, as if she intended to dominate powerful Hand of Noxus and bend him to her will. Wet smacks and moans filled the room, with occasional growl that Darius could not hold back. He had to admit, it was like eons since he felt something close to the pleasure he was experiencing now. Naturally, such pace could not last long and Lux was losing her composure and leaning forward more and more, while moving her hips, breath labored and uneven, no longer able to keep hand raised, she planted her palms on general's broad chest. It was time for Darius to take imitative – he hugged blonde's waist firmly and started moving his hips in rapid tempo. Unable to fight that, Lux submitted to general's iron grip her moans picking up volume, as she was ready to finish once again. At the moment came, Lux tensed, series of tremors coursing through her body and she tried to bit back animalistic "Aaarrrghhhh!" but failed. Darius growled in response, feeling tight vulva walls squeezing his member with incredible intensity. He let go and with a load exhale released inside her, shooting bountiful load of semen deep into pulsing pink channel. That pushed Lux into another wave of orgasmic bliss, despite the fear and trepidation caused by understanding that she was just inseminated without taking any precaution. In such a wonderful sight for Darius to observe, a petite white body he claimed, crystal blue eyes wide open in shock and a tender moaning mouth. He threw reservations to the wind and claimed her lips in fiery but careful kiss, to which Lux responded with fervor. They drew apart what seemed like eternity later, though barely a minute has passed, fires subsiding in their bodies.
"Ah.. ah…" Lux panted regaining her breath. "Did you seriously have to finish inside? You big meanie!" she complained, but it was evident that she was not genuinely angry.
"Consider that a part of your punishment then" with a smirk, Darius moved Lux away from his lap, connection of their privates broken with wet popping sound and trail of semen leaking from light mage's abused snatch. "We're far from done. Draven, come here." He beckoned for his younger brother to approach.
"At last! My dick already hurts from hard-on and zero action!" Executioner almost shouted and rushed to the bed. "On you hands and knees, Luxy!"
Lux obliged, presenting her backside to Draven. He did not waste a single moment, descending upon her and slamming erect member into her awaiting folds. Lux whined a little at such a rough treatment, but quickly caught rhythm and started moving her hips to meet Executioner's thrusts. Suddenly a pale dick appeared in from of light mage's face and elegant hand caressed her cheek, followed by words:
"Lux, dear, I think you owe me a bit of oral favor. Time to return it in kind."
Wordlessly, Lux opened her mouth and took heamomancer's dick in. She was by no means expert of cocksucking and being rammed by Draven from behind did not add to her concentration, making blowjob a very sloppy one, but she found some perverted pleasure in such position. Having to work on a dick in her mouth proved a distraction, postponing her way to another orgasm, and miraculously she managed to outlast Draven, who was already breathing raggedly and was clearly on the edge.
"Shiiit… Luxy, I'm gona fill you up!" younger Blood Brother groaned, holding white-knuckled grip on blonde's hips, that will surely leave some bruises, and slamming into her with desperation. Lux only reply was muffeled "Uuuummmffff!" of protest, her mouth still tightly occupied, head bobbing up and down, pleasuring Vladimir. The next moment, Draven buried his dick as deep as it was physically possible inside blonde mage and released a stream of semen inside, cursing and groaning. He stayed like that for a brief while, then simply disengaged and tumbled of the bed without a single word.
"Now, Lux, dear, you're all mine" Vlad's deceptively sweet voice did not promise anything good, but Lux could only obey. Her mouth suddenly free, Lux had only a moment to catch a breath before she was rolled on her back and haemomencer hovered above. "Let's do it in old-fashioned way" Vlad whispered and light mage immediately understood what was expected. She spread her legs allowing Vlad to descend and smoothly enter the leaking folds, earning a long tremor and a gasp from her. Though his manhood was not as thick as ones of Blood Brothers, Vlad has made her feel so wanted, so lusted after, that Lux has lost herself in slow and sensual act. She could have called that a 'lovemaking' if she didn't know better. Still, a slowly building release from haemomancer's slow strokes was getting to her, and Lux started producing small sweet moans once again, rising in volume the closer she got to the climax. Content with that reaction, Vlad speed up a little, doing longer and rougher thrusts, but still remaining borderline tender. Such pace got Lux to the peak in no time; with last ounce of control she had over her limbs she crossed legs behind Vlad's back, forcing their bodies to mold together, as orgasmic waves rocked her. She did not have a chance to make a sound, because Vlad had silenced her with fierce kiss, his dick throbbing and discharging with creamy load. Gaining some air, Lux produced whiny and pitiful moan, still muffled by tight clasp of their mouths, sound growing softer as her orgasm subsided.
"Aw, that was so fucking sweet, I nearly cried." Potty-mouth of Draven could ruin any pleasant moment, that's for sure. Lux glared daggers and junior Blood Brother, and Darius elbowed his sibling it the liver. "Ouch!" Draven voiced his displeasure and shut up.
Vlad has slowly disengaged from light mage, but not before whispering in her ear:
"Next time, it will be far more hardcore."
Lux followed suite, getting up from bed. She gaze over men and inquired:
"So, are we quite finished? I must admit I've enjoyed that more that I should, but all good things tend to end."
"I was thinking about doing one more round and getting you on two dicks at once…" Darius trailed off meaningfully.
"But with your endowments, you'll split me apart!" With all honesty, Lux was only concerned about her ass, that was never penetrated before. Given her new experience, she boldly assumed that she can probably take double vaginal and maybe even enjoy the act. But now, she had a different priorities aside from fantasizing about being double-penetrated. She had to make her escape attempt, while Noxians were less alert. Faking her beast scared expression, she stepped in between the bed and the desk, so she was a mere few strides from the door. Then, Lux bend over, demonstrating her rear to the men and speaking in most whiny voice she could manage:
"Just look what you did to me already." She spread her ass-cheeks, making a display of gaping pussy, excess semen leaking down her legs freely. "You've ruined me completely! I'm not good for marriage anymore."
The act had exact effect that Lux desired – all three noxians were somewhat flabbergasted but such behavior. Their experience with various harlots and iron-hard upper class ladies back in Noxus proving useless here, making their brains screech for valid response. A few seconds of distraction – priceless treasure form trained infiltration specialist.
While still bent, Lux deftly grabbed her wand and hextech recorder from the table, and with single word of magical spell she was gone form the sight. Only muffled giggle and sound of barefoot steps in the corridor marked her departure.
"Whaaaa?! How? Da fuck was that!" Wide-eyed with astonishment Draven shouted, looking at his compatriots, as if expecting some kind of clarification. Vlad only laughed lightheartedly at this and gave no comments.
"Should have expected that." Despite obvious loss of valuable hostage, Darius smiled and concluded. "No loss anyway. She took only hextech recorder, we still have srying crystal. Besides, I don't think an issue is worth raising with Institute's Council any more. We got what we bargained for, and Luxanna got her punishment." He paused slightly here and added. "I wonder if she considers that a punishment though."
"Bro, we are just dropping it like that? We're not going after her?" Draven was apparently dissatisfied with such a sudden turn of events.
"Go ask her on a date, if you're so intent of getting more of her." Cutting his brother off, Hand of Noxus started dressing. "As for me, I need a bath and then I'm going to report to Swain. I guess you two have some business to attend also."
Blood mage, already dressed, waved his hand and wordlessly glided out of the room. As for junior Blood Brother, he sighed in defeat and muttered:
"Oh well, training dummies await. Gotta get myself real tired. Such a disappointment, no second serving for great Draven…"
A good distance away, Lux has stopped to catch her breath. She was still invisible and now at the safety of demacian wing on Institute's quarters. The trick with phase shifting she has learned from Ezreal did wonders and as soon as magical want was within her reach, she has managed to teleport to hallway, though combined with invisibility spell it has drained all her mana. Making several deep inhales to steady her heartbeat, light mage strode to the door of her personal dormitory and got inside.
As soon she the door clicked closed, Lux has nearly dropped to her knees, stress and exhaustion catching up. But, she has managed to get into bathroom and fall in the tub, twisting the knobs so warm water began filling in.
"Can't believe I've made it out of there…" she mused aloud. "Quinn. Little bitch. I'm going to drag you though such a humiliation for setting me up!" Tired sigh escaped her lips. "But not today. And, well… Those noxians were not as bad as I expected. Quite a gentlemen actually…" She cut this musings abruptly. "No-no-no. Must not be thinking that way, must not remember how good it felt. Shit." Still, there was no denying that Lux found quite a bit of perverse pleasure in all that transpired.
A sudden strong itch distracted her from conflicted thoughts. Her right forearm was itching furiously, skin reddening. To her horror, Lux noticed red letters appearing on pristine white skin. The message read:
"Dear, Luxanna.
If you're reading this, it means that you have either escaped our captivity or you were released willingly. Anyway, first things first. You should not worry about possibly pregnancy. I've applied a magical method to temporarily render all of participants of today's fun, infertile. As for you little prank, it is forgiven and Noxus will not seek and other kind of retribution. Though, if you'd like to get back into that bird-loving scout that left you in danger, I'm more than willing to help. And that last but not the least: will you be my date for opera 'Crimson leaves' next week?
Sincerely yours. Vlad."
The end of message was adorned by intricate picture of the rose.
Lux was torn between screaming on horror, due to sheer amount of control that haemomancer extended over her, or laughing her head off at the absurdity of situation. But, she definitely intended to consider that invitation.