"Ngggh…"

Riven groans as she wakes up.

The first thing she wants to do is go back to sleep. Some of the exhaustion has worn off but her body is still sore, especially between her legs. For the first time in a long time, she feels lifeless. Her arms and legs hang limp at her sides. As she tries to move, she feels Darius' seed still leaking out of her.

The next thing Riven notices is she is trapped. Darius is nearly lying on top of her, and his huge frame pins her to the bed. His arm wraps around her, preventing her exit. She feels simply like a trophy. Like a predator that has caught its prey, Darius refuses to release his catch.

Riven barely has the strength to move, but she knows she must leave before her aggressor wakes up. Using both arms and nearly all her energy, she pushes Darius off of her. Now lying on his back, he remains fast asleep, still tired from last night. Standing up on weak and shaky legs, Riven stumbles and falls onto the floor.

She feels paralyzed, as if none of her limbs are responding to her will. She spots her clothes in a pile by the doorway, next to Darius' axe. Quickly but painfully getting back into her own, familiar clothing, Riven tiptoes out of the room, closing the door without a sound. She leaves Darius with conflicting thoughts. She knows she needs to escape, but part of her doesn't mind being trapped.

Riven limps into her room, falling onto the bed. Her mind is as spent as her body, and can only manage to concentrate on one thing at a time. And at this time, she wants as much of Darius' seed out of her as possible. She sits up on her bed, spreads her legs, and stretches the lips between her legs. Cum immediately starts flowing out of her, streaming onto the floor below her. The feeling is strange. Soon the flow turns to dribbles, and soon sperm only drips out. But Riven can feel the warm liquid still deep inside her. The entrance of her vagina becomes harder to spread open. She knows of only one way to ease the tension.

Tentatively, Riven slips a finger inside of her and begins masturbating. As she continues, she knows she must hurry, or it will be certainly too late. Inserting another finger, her pace quickens. As much as she hates it, thoughts of last night enter her mind. But even more of a blow to her spirit is her reaction to them. The feeling of Darius filling her is unparalleled, and her body desperately yearns for it. Becoming wetter and even more aroused, Riven tries to replicate the sensation with yet another finger. The pleasure mounts and reaches a climax, and she cries out as she comes. Her essence sprays out onto the floor and as her lips loosen, Darius' seed spills out of her in a torrent of their mixed juices. Her face red, she falls back onto the bed, lying on her back. Relieved, Riven can only look forward to returning to normalcy.

Despite getting little sleep, Riven returns to her physical training for two reasons. First, with her spirit broken, she must piece it back together. In the past, hard physical training steeled her for battle on the Rift. Strengthening her body and mind made her a feared opponent for many. Second, no one can know. No one can know what happened, and Riven must continue her training as scheduled. If she leaves or does not show up, people will start to question her. She is not ill and does not have any other important events to attend, so there are no excuses Riven has to get out of her grueling exercises.

Entering the training room, she meets her personal trainer, Lyla. Of Ionian descent, Lyla hates Noxus as much as Riven does. However, despite being from such a peaceful country, she is a natural born warrior. It is this mutual attribute of aggression and hate for Noxus that drew Riven to her, not just as a trainer but also as a friend. Lyla was one of the only people Riven found trustworthy, and through many long conversations the two grew close.

"Hey! You look worse for wear," Lyla greets her. Like always, she puts her arm around Riven as they walk. However, unlike always, Riven cannot support the weight of her friend. Too weak to stand, they collapse and find themselves piled on top of one another on the floor. "Whoa, what happened to you?"

"Couldn't… get enough sleep last night. The, uh, temperature was off. Too hot."

"Hmm… okay. Maybe we'll rest today a bit then. Just some light running then?"

"Sounds… good."

The light warm up stretching begins, and Riven feels some of the soreness start to dissipate. Time with Lyla always puts her in a better mood, and at this time, it's exactly what she needs.

The running starts. The usual route they take is around the main building of the Institute. At first Riven is able to keep up, jogging alongside her friend at a slow pace. But as Lyla speeds up, her tiredness catches up. Desperate to keep up a normal appearance, Riven forces her legs to keep moving. Her usual steady gait falters, and she slows down. Her heart flutters, and suddenly she feels even weaker. Lyla's cheerful encouragements become faint. "Come on, keep it up!" and "You can do it!" turn into inaudible mumbles. As Riven trips over her own feet, she feels herself falling. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a door of the building swing open beside her, and a huge axe pulls her into it. With a final glance towards Lyla, she tries to call for help. But no words escape her mouth.

Riven's vision returns to her as she recovers. As she sits up, supporting herself on shaky arms, she tries to get a bearing of her surroundings. She finds herself in a room she rarely visits: the janitor's closet of the Institute building. Riven's head is pounding, but the small lightbulb on the ceiling casts a shadow over her. She looks up to see a face that she both dreads and desires.

"You fainted." Darius smirks.

Riven's mind starts calculating her situation. She knows Lyla will be unaware of her absence for quite a while; her trainer rarely looks behind her when running in front. The janitor's closet can be locked from both the inside and the outside. It leads to the hallways of the Institute, and one will never find them empty. In fact, she can hear people speaking and laughing outside the door.

As fast as she can, Riven scrambles for the exit, her hands on the doorknob. Of course, it's locked. Darius prepared for this. Her captor wraps one arm around her and lowers her back onto the floor. "Shhh… we wouldn't want people outside wondering what all the fuss is about, would we?"

This time, no introduction or context is needed. She knows who her aggressor is, what he'll do, why he'll do it, and how he'll do it. The only thing that remains is the act.

Like before, Darius slips a hand between Riven's legs. Having explored her vagina last night, he expertly maneuvers his fingers inside of her, teasing her most sensitive and intimate areas. Blushing from embarrassment, she squirms, trying to guide Darius' fingers into her innermost depths. In between heavy breaths, Riven protests. "Again? We just… did this… aren't… you tired?" Her eyes tell a very different story. More, they plead. Ever since yesterday, this is the only thing on my mind. I need this. We need this. Please, they beg. More.

As Darius' member hardens, his fingers' pace quickens. Sounds of juices leaking out of her wet pussy fill the room. Riven is sure that if people listened closely, they would hear her soft moans emanating from the door. As the pleasure mounts, she bites her lower lip, desperate to not attract any attention.

Darius is enjoying seeing her efforts to keep quiet. His fingering becomes more intense, and his thumb starts to make circles around her clit. He wants nothing more than to hear her erotic moans that filled his dreams. Within seconds, he is rewarded as Riven starts to lose control. She begins to whimper as she pushes her hips back and forth, racing towards her orgasm.

As she tries to hold back, a different sensation washes over her. Riven looks down and between her legs she sees Darius' head. His tongue running up and down her slit, he laps up her essence. Her moans turn to sharp squeals as she feels her impending climax approaching. Darius then focuses on her clit, his tongue smothering it. For Riven, it is torture. She desperately wants to hold back her release. If she comes now, so close to other people, it will not go unnoticed. On the verge of coming, she successfully manages to refrain from flooding her juices into Darius' waiting mouth.

"Hmmm… seems like you're having some trouble," Darius expresses, almost with concern. And for the first time, he notices her other entrance, the one below her pussy. Hesitantly, he runs his tongue along the edges of her anus, eliciting a cry from Riven's mouth. "H-hey! Stop, y-you can't… it's… nggh…" she throws her head back, moaning. "It's… wrong…"

But inside her mind, there is nothing more right. To Riven, this newfound feeling brings her pleasure to new heights.

As Darius continues, he pushes into her ass, invading it. He is now determined to make her come. But despite all the fingering, stretching, and oral stimulation of her backdoor, Riven won't release. Frustrated, he increases his pace yet again, and her high-pitched whines of protest grow louder.

Both! Darius realizes what the key to his success his. Grinning, he pulls out of Riven. A sigh of relief escapes her mouth, but is replaced by a crazed moan as Darius runs his tongue over both of Riven's entrances. Resuming his oral stimulation of her pussy, he inserts two fingers deep into her rectum.

The feeling of having both holes filled is too much for Riven, and soon she finds her previous efforts are in vain. As her orgasm finally washes over her, indescribable sounds of bliss fly from her mouth. "Oh my… you… bastard! Oh… Oh… No… Oh god…" After holding back several climaxes, her inevitable release is incredibly intense. Her wetness becomes a fountain, squirting and spraying cum in arcs across the room. Darius can only watch as Riven finally lets go and gives in. It seems to last an eternity, her body convulsing and wracked with pleasure.

As soon as she is done, she slumps back onto the floor. Eyes closed, she can barely breathe.

Darius, however, is far from done. He presses his ear against the door. This time he hears nothing, and upon peeking outside, no one is in sight. He hurriedly hoists Riven's limp body over his shoulder, carrying her out.

He eventually finds an empty room in one of the hallways: a physical training room, similar to a small gym. There are various pieces of equipment in the room, as well as desks and chairs. Setting her down on one of the tables, Darius waits for Riven to wake up.

As soon as she opens her eyes, the Hand of Noxus lifts her up. In midair, she feels him position himself for entry. Acting only on instinct, Riven wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Darius leans her back against the wall, and with one upward thrust, they begin.

Any tiredness in Riven's body is replaced by desire. Darius pumps his cock in and out of her, and her body shifts up and down to match his entries. As her vaginal walls coax precum out of his member, she digs her fingernails into his back. Her mouth next to his ear, she nibbles on it, whispering obscenities to him between soft moans. Riven's breasts against his chest, her arms and legs wrapped around him, and her lips planting light kisses drives Darius into a frenzy. His cock pistons in and out of her at lightning fast speed, extracting more of her lubricating juices. His balls slap against her, and the sound fills the room.

Darius lifts her body once again, turning around to the table. Remembering last night, he positions her on all fours and enters her again. "You… enjoy doing this to me, don't… you? Making me… look like this…" Riven gasps.

As the sex resumes, Riven hears the door creak open. She looks towards it, and sees the last person she wants to see now.

"Riven… what… is this?" Lyla asks in a low voice. Her hands covering her mouth, Riven's closest companion looks shocked, horrified, and disappointed. Lyla leans against the wall, on the verge of tears.

"Is this why… you couldn't train with me today?"

"This isn't… ngggh… what it… ah… oh… what it looks like… He's forcing… oh my god… himself on me…"

Lyla sees Riven's hips buck back and forth to meet Darius' advances. She hears her friend's moans of pleasure, not pain, echo throughout the training room. And she sees Riven's eyes full of desire. And she knows that the Exile is lying to her.

"You…" Lyla wipes a tear from her eye. "You want this more than me?"

Riven responds. But not with words. As Darius' thrusts become even deeper, faster, and more forceful, she is pushed over the edge. She cries out, and her cum sprays out of her pussy, splashing onto the table in a puddle.

"I don't understand… how could you do this to me? You…" Lyla struggles to find the word. "… You betrayed me."

Riven has no time to answer her, as her climaxes now begin to enter a ceaseless cycle. As soon as she is done coming, her essence begins squirting out between her legs once again. Lyla witnesses another of her friends' orgasm, from start to finish.

Riven feels yet another release and her cries of ecstasy link together in a continuous chain. Her juices are now flowing out of her in a constant stream.

During each of Riven's orgasms, her vaginal walls spasm and squeeze Darius' cock. Three sets of her contractions are too much for him, and as she comes for the third time, he begins spewing his cum deep inside of her. His member is touching her cervix, and Riven can feel the ropes of sticky liquid jet directly into her womb. Her body relishes the feeling, milking Darius' cock for every drop of his seed.

Darius pulls out of her, and inserts his fingers inside of her. Pulling them out, he leans forward and shoves his fingers into Riven's mouth. Overwhelmed by her own sexual drive, she grabs his hand and begins sucking furiously, tasting their mixed juices. The flavor puts her into a trance. The entrance of her vagina begins to pulse and she becomes dripping wet, anticipating even more entries.

Lyla has seen enough.

"Disgusting." And with that, she slams the door behind her and leaves, tears streaming down her cheeks.

No. In her mind, Riven pleads for her friend to stay. Help me… it's not my fault. She lies to herself. I don't want this. It's not me, it's not. It can't be. Save…

Her vision fades to black. She crumples onto the table.

me…

Darius returns Riven to her room, setting her limp body down on her bed. With as much care as possible, he tucks the blanket over her. Stroking her face, he desperately wants to climb in with her and hold her close to him.

But his work is done.

If he spends more time with her, his feelings will become apparent. The mission will backfire. He can't be at the mercy of her, not in his position. Forever an exile, time spent with Riven will be forbidden.

"I'm sorry." Darius knows the harm he did to her. Her relationship with Lyla is nearly destroyed, and her physical condition is in tatters. Images of the last two days will be eternally etched into her mind. She'll see him as a monster. Every time she will meet his gaze, her look will be one of anger and resentment, guilt and regret. A life with Riven will be always out of his reach. The next time they will meet together will be on the Rift, clashing in a fight determining the future of Runeterra.

With one last look, Darius walks towards the door with sad eyes, ready to depart.

"Don't… leave…" Riven mumbles in her sleep.

For the first time, she welcomes him into her life.

But Darius has already left.