Veigar followed Sona through the halls of the Institute, Sona making her appearance that of the normal Sona in order to divert any obvious attention. All Veigar was to do was make sure that Draven couldn't escape while Sona seduced him. It was a simple plan but one that would inevitably work due to Sona's sexual appeal combined with Draven's feelings and a tad of dark magic. The Maven would soon have the executioner at her knees.
Veigar hid out of sight while Sona gently knocked on the door. Draven swung open the door as Sona gave a small wave. Sona thought she saw a tinge of a blush on Draven's face for a second.
"Ah, Sona. I see you've finally come to your senses. Couldn't stay away from Draven much longer, couldya?"
Sona shook her head with a giggle that her old self would've felt disgusted doing.
"Well, come in and let's get started, shall we?" Draven smirked, happy that the champion had finally fallen in love with him. The proud feeling he got in his chest overwhelmed the faint pulsing of Sona's darkness in his mind. The seeds had been planted, and all Sona needed to do was grow them. Draven would be an easy target due to the fact that he already wanted Sona, so this would be a cakewalk.
Sona walked over to his king sized bed, overly lavish and perfect for a couple. Typical for Draven. Sona thought with a small chuckle.
"It's just been so long since someone's played with my breasts..." Sona said longingly, taking her robe off and revealing her darkness-enhanced tits. Draven didn't notice the black veins she had, just the immense size of her bust. He started drooling, the saliva carelessly dropping down to the carpet below. Sona giggled again as she saw his enamored look. "I assume you like them?"
Draven gave a slow nod before getting on top of her and weighing the bountiful flesh in his hands. Sona hooked her legs around Draven to make it harder for him to escape, both physically and mentally. Draven clutched both of her mounds, moving them around and smiling as he felt the soft flesh under his fingers.
"W-wow, Sona... You looked impressive on Summoner's Rift but you look so much hotter here and with your dress off..."
Sona nodded with a smile. Well, I will admit that some magic was involved. He's so in love that he probably doesn't care though.
"You must be so thirsty from your match today. Don't worry, I have lots of milk to share~" Sona encouraged him lewdly, noticing how his eyes widened as she spoke before he lunged at one of her nipples, eagerly drinking in some of her darkness-imbued milk. Sona held him close, idly playing with his hair as he sucked, saliva dripping from her breasts onto the bed since he couldn't hold it in. The seeds were now being watered. Draven sucked in the addicting milk she lactated for him, not knowing any better. Soon enough, Sona pulled Draven off of her generous bosom, who was very reluctant to stop. The darkness was in Draven's system, but it would still take some time to spread. And Sona knew the perfect way.
"Draven, can I please have your thick cock inside me?" Sona pleaded, knowing that a more submissive approach would work on Draven. Anything that seemed too aggressive would either be labeled off as extreme lust or, if Draven was smart, a personality change. While Sona didn't expect Draven to be intelligent enough to realize that, she thought it would be better safe than sorry.
As Sona took his pants off, she spotted the massive bulge in his underwear. To be fair, he doesn't seem to be lying about his dick size. Gotta give him credit. Sona smiled before taking his underwear off, his eager cock quickly springing up.
"Looks like someone's excited..." Sona beamed as she pump his rigid cock a few times with her soft hand. She applied enough force to inspire pleasure but little enough to still be gentle. All she got from Draven was a small gasp at her touch.
"Now, with my other victims I might take it slower and be more elaborate, however due to you being a nuisance I'll only grant you one round in exchange for your freedom. Enjoy it." Sona explained, taking the rest of her robe off to reveal her curvaceous form before she slipped his cock into her vagina, starting to bounce on him. Due to the quick actions, Draven had no time to react or rationalize the words Sona said before his mind was shrouded in a pleasant haze. Sona was devilishly tight, her love hole constricting his member each time she went down on him. Sona put his hands on her breasts to grab as she continued to bounce on him, trying to milk him of his precious seed. Draven only thought Sona had changed, and was having the time of his life as the Maven of the Strings fucked him. Either way, it would be a pleasurable end for him. He started fighting her momentum with thrusts of his own, the slap of their hips together lewdly filling the room.
After they went at it for a few minutes, Draven yelled out her name as he shot his seed into her, a rush of pure pleasure filling him. The pleasure lasted longer than his normal orgasms though, and he felt a strange force of exhilaration fill him. His orgasm continued second after second as his free will was siphoned, before his eyes closed and he laid stiffly against the bed. After a few seconds, his eyelids slowly opened to reveal that they were now tinged a dark purple too.
"Welcome, Draven. You'll serve me well."
He only gave a mechanical nod.