"Mmm…"

Ahri moaned into the Summoner's mouth with longing, her hands gripping the hems of his bathrobe tightly. The couple continued to stand, their mouths still engaged in a fit of osculation.

The Summoner proceeded to unbutton her blouse, button after button. Her bra, lacy black with enough space between its floral patterns to catch a glimpse of her pink nipples, is already completely exposed. A small pink ribbon graced its center. The breasts that were confined inside it protruded outward from the restraints of her blouse, longing for contact with the Summoner's chest.

Their kisses became more fervent, tongues gently clashing within the hot confines of their conjoined mouths. Ahri's tails excitedly wavered in small ministrations, their erratic movements reflecting her excitement and arousal.

Feeling the last button of her blouse slip through its respective opening, the Summoner took the dress shirt by its lapels. This motion silently indicated Ahri to separate from his lips and momentarily drop her hands to their sides. They take small, somewhat labored breaths as the Summoner began to part the front of her shirt, allowing the entirety of her abdomen to be revealed along with the lingerie that wrapped itself around her chest.

The Summoner looked up momentarily to be met with Ahri's lustful gaze, her bottom lip still consumed partially by her teeth. Her ears continued their incessant twitching, whiskers gracing her cheeks accentuated in the dim lamplight of the room. Though the delay had only lasted for a mere second or two, Ahri, being the impatient fox that she is, quickly swatted the Summoner's hands away to remove the blouse herself. Her breasts jiggled from the effort, and they shook some more once she crumpled her shirt and threw it aside hastily. Before the Summoner could discharge an amused quip, his lips are assaulted by hers, their faces entangled in another bout of ardent kisses.

Ahri's tails slipped from behind her, running across the Summoner's bathrobe with the intent of removing it completely. Her hands beat them to it once they grasped the top edges of the towely wrap and began to slide it off. Evident by her dominant actions, Ahri's lust had completely burst from their reservoirs of tact (which happened quite often).

Never wanting to be bested by a woman, the Summoner seized her arms by their wrists, taking Ahri by complete surprise. She struggled slightly, a disapproving, whiny moan expressing her resentment at his sudden action. Separating from her mouth, the Summoner grinned at her pouting eyes.

"You really think that you could have your fun before I could have mine?"

The answer was evident in Ahri's adamant glare.

Unmindful of her desire, the Summoner proceeded to slip his hands skillfully in two different locations; the first atop her breast, where he discharged a rough squeeze, and the second slipping in between her waistline and the hemline of her skirt to snake into her lacy panties.

"Ough!"

Ahri shut her eyes tight at the sudden action, expression changing in an instant as mouth opened to a wide 'O' and her eyebrows furrowed deeper.

Grinning at her reaction, the Summoner slid his hand deeper within her undergarment, running his fingers along the edges of her folds. His grin widened at the amount of warm moisture already accumulated around its perimeter. Ahri's teeth bit down viciously on her bottom lip, stifling a moan that struggled to bubble out of her lips. The Summoner kept his gaze on her face as he skillfully felt his way around the confines of her underwear with one hand, his other beginning to grope her lace-covered breast more fervently.

The combined actions caused small expulsion of fluid to dribble out from her folds into the Summoner's hand. His erection bulged within the bathrobe.

Ahri's hands limply hung onto his right arm as his ministrations progressed. Any resistance that she had before was quickly dispelled by the Summoner's assault. She cracked open her eyelids to look into the Summoner's lustful gaze, her senses cannonaded with increasing amounts of pleasure. Ahri was helpless under his touch, his confident, overpowering eyes greatly contrasting from her weak, longing half-lidded gaze.

The Summoner's hand gave a last, rough squeeze to her breast. She groaned with ecstasy, eyes shutting tight once more. The Summoner then moved his left hand over her chest, across her shoulder to hover above the clasp of her bra. This placement of his arm resulted in the nook of his arm to rest atop her shoulder, her breasts pressing against his chest tightly as their bodies shared an embrace. Ahri opened her eyes at the development, but is unable to take any action as two of the Summoner's fingers began to rub the outer area of her vulva in slow, constant trails. Seeing her eyes slightly reveal themselves, the Summoner takes the opportune moment to have their lips make contact, his tongue slipping within her mouth, simultaneously plunging two of his fingers within Ahri's soaked folds.

"Mmmf!"

She struggled against him, but the Summoner maintained his dominance, his arm still over her shoulder.

Sss…

Ahri felt a small heat scathe her bare back momentarily as the Summoner's palm ignited the clasp of her bra, letting the conjoined sides to fall limp, subsequently releasing the lingerie's tight grip on Ahri's breasts. Smoothing his palm across her bare back, the Summoner rested his left hand on the area above her waistline, continuing his assault inside of her black underwear. Separating from Ahri's lips, the Summoner allowed leeway for her bra to lose its grip from her flesh, the undergarment silently falling to the ground in a lacy flourish.

The Summoner felt his heart increase its rate slightly at the sight of her bared breasts, their perfect roundness tantalizing and completely exposed for his touch. Taut, pink nipples rested at their tips, looking up at him alluringly. The top curve of the protruding mounds of flesh joined in the center as canyon of silk, tempting him to plunge his face in between them.

But tact demanded patience.

Tearing his eyes away from her exposed chest, the Summoner continued to the next phase. His fingers, completely drenched and sticky from Ahri's essence, carefully extracted themselves from her womanhood before they slipped out from her skirt entirely, leaving a translucent trail of fluids along her skin in their wake.

Because of the previous ministrations that had occurred mere moments before, the fox's senses are still too stunned to stop the Summoner's actions from continuing, allowing him to quickly grasp the zipper of her skirt. With a deft flick of his wrist, the zipper parted, allowing the entire plaid skirt to slide down Ahri's silky legs. Momentarily stopping at the apex of her sprouting tails, the skirt finally made contact with the ground after the appendages slipped within its opening.

By now the only thing that Ahri wore on her body are her black thigh-highs, stiletto heels and the dripping lace panties hugging her hips.

Before the Summoner could review his work with his eyes, he is taken off-guard when Ahri's hands gripped the back of his shoulders as she lowered herself to the bed behind her. Glancing at her visage, he could see the increasing lust expressed in the flowering blush around her whiskers. The frantic twitching of her ears had slowed.

Slowly Ahri lay herself on the sheets, guiding the Summoner over her, hands still clasped behind his neck.

Clop. Clop.

Her heels hit the floor.

Only lace and stockings remained.

Her nine tails spread themselves evenly, almost indistinguishable amongst the shrill white of the bed's sheets. The pace of her breath had decreased its pace, but her heartbeat still maintained rapidity.

Ahri wriggled a few more inches across the bed before halting her progress, her hair girding the perimeter of her head in elegant rays. She looked at the Summoner for several moments, silently expressing her lust through her eyes.

Then, her soft hands proceeded to separate, smoothing over the back of the Summoner's shoulders to smooth over his firm biceps. Subsequently the bathrobe that had been scantily clothing his body fell away, the weathered knot at its waistline undone as the rest of the towel covering slipped off to the Summoner's side. Ahri's eyes broke from the Summoner's gaze as she beheld his body in its exposed glory.

Lace and stockings on Ahri, nothing but skin for the Summoner.

Slowly returning her eyes to meet with his, it only takes a second for hell to break loose.

"Mmmf…."

The couple's heads clash into a furious kiss, their lips clasping together to fit all the right slots before melding into different shapes. Miniscule leeway is allowed between their mouths, every ministration resulting in electric sensations pricking their lips.

The Summoner's arms continued to support him, his palms set on either side of Ahri's head as her hands maintained their grasp on the back of his neck. Tongues were mutually set forth to intimately tangle and wrestle with each other, further accumulating the fireworks of sensory satisfaction. Moans began to be shared between the couple as the osculation escalated in its intensity, breaths taken whenever enough space presented itself between their lips.

"Mmm…fwah….mmmf…"

Ahri's desperate grasp on her partner's head begins to ruffle his hair, her gripping fingers sending small spikes of pain in his head. But her skilled tongue completely made up for her almost violent ministrations, pleasure being the dominant sensation conducting through the wires of the Summoner's system. Ahri's tails, though flattened and spread beneath their bodies, continued to slightly wriggle in the air, physically expressing her satisfaction. Occasionally one of her furry appendages would jerk upward in a fashion that is dissimilar to a cat's tail bolting vertically due to fear.

It just so happened that a stray tail in between her legs executed this action, making contact with the Summoner's erect member.

"Mmmf-aaaugh!"

He forced himself to separate his lips from hers, small strings of saliva following suit. A loud groan released itself from his system as Ahri's tail remained in its erect position, the soft follicles of fur maintaining torturous contact with his member.

Realizing the cause of his reaction, Ahri grinned mischievously through her pants of air. Seizing control of the erect tail, she had the appendage further its vertical progress, snaking it around and around the Summoner's girth until its tip made the bottom of his shaft. Satisfied with her repositioning, Ahri's tail softly squeezed, pressuring her soft fur against the throbbing erection in a manner that almost made the Summoner yell out in ecstasy.

Upon feeling the sensation in his nether regions, the Summoner's hands instinctively grabbed onto the sheets of the bed tightly, a loud groan of ecstasy escaping his lips as his vision clouded with pleasure. Ahri continued with her actions, twisting and squeezing her tail around its confined prey. Precum began to spurt from its tip, the clear lubricant dribbling down her groomed fibers in concentrated drops.

"Ahri..."

The Summoner is unable to resist to any of Ahri's actions, his will to fight back completely trampled upon as her tail continued its lewd and torturous actions on his manhood.

"Answering your last inquiry, Summoner…" Ahri whispered, her lips barely brushing against his ear.

She let loose another tight squeeze of her tail, slipping another white appendage to position under his testicles. The second tail began to tickle and tease the loose skin, its follicles further sending pricks of white hot pleasure down the Summoner's spine. Beads of sweat began to slip out of their pores across his forehead.

Ahri grinned.

"…yes, I do think I can have my fun before you can have yours."

At that, her lips parted, her hands pulled down with increased force, and her tongue stuck out from her mouth to finally enter the ear of her partner. The sudden warmth within his ear canal took the Summoner off-guard, but before he could protest or mutter any comment, his cock throbbed as Ahri's tail continued to milk him. His legs buckled at every import of pleasure bombarding his system from what seemed to be every direction.

As his knees collapsed to the bed, his lower body followed suit, resulting in the head of his member to press tightly against the front of Ahri's lacy lingerie.

A bolt of electricity shot through his nervous system, the head of his girth shinier with yet another spurt of precum. Taking this new development to her advantage, Ahri's tail began to rub the head of the Summoner's girth against the face of her panties, simultaneously rubbing up and down the shaft with slow strokes.

The Summoner continued to grip onto the bed tightly as these actions continued, Ahri's mouth completely engulfing his ear as her tongue filled every nook inside his hearing canal. He panted at the new developments occurring around the area of his nether regions, every inlet of physical sense of his body clogged with ecstasy. He felt his testicles teased and suddenly gripped by Ahri's skilled tails, further building the accumulating pressure at the base of his shaft. It wouldn't be long before the pressure would release, his seed rushing forth to coat his partner's lower abdomen.

Ahri knew this all too well, and continued eagerly with her ministrations. Her position of power over the man that was positioned physically over her aroused her in a way nothing else could. She loved toying with men's emotions, with every feeling they had. The art of seduction and carnal satisfaction used to be a necessity for survival, something as essential as eating or sleeping.

Nowadays, it was more of a hobby. A hobby that she indulged herself in too often.

But the Summoner was the only man she could truly feel satisfied with, physically and mentally. He was the sort of man who loved control and having situations turn in his direction, but he was also a gentleman, never allowing a woman not to enjoy herself. Though his personality definitely seemed to contradict his tact character, in a way they seemed to go hand in hand.

Especially when it came to his conduct in bed.

She loved his control, and in turn she loved to control. Her partner loved the art of copulation almost more than she did, his nights spent with almost more Champions than she had spent nights with.

In summary, Ahri viewed the Summoner as a friend who shared the same interests, a man who would allow her pleasure while also taking control when his pleasure was needed to be satiated.

Sluurp

Ahri sucked her tongue out of the Summoner's ear, several short strings of saliva following with it. Her folds burned, yearning for stimulation as her actions continued to press the Summoner's manhood against her nether regions. The thin fabric that blocked her entrance from her partner's throbbing appendage is already soaked with the mixed preparatory juices of her puffy folds and the constant stream of precum from the Summoner's erection.

"Aaaugh…"

The pressure at the base of the Summoner's girth was near its breaking point, emphasized by the large surplus of precum spurting from its tip to sodden the tail wrapped around its trunk. Feeling the impending release, Ahri exerted increased effort with her actions, the fur of her tail bristling against the sensitive vein within its grasp with heightened vigor. She could feel its throbbing, each pulsation resulting in another small emission of precum to further stain her panties. Her ears perked at the constant groaning of her partner, his breaths ragged and deep. She tightened her tail's grasp.

"Ahri…" the Summoner hissed, his teeth gritting themselves to sand as the head of his cock traversed the sewn lacy patterns on his partner's undergarment.

Deciding that it was finally time, Ahri jerked her tail forward, pushing the Summoner's cock against the black fabric, sending a huge shock of ecstasy shooting through his nervous system. The violent action pushed the Summoner over his limit, his breath taken away as he felt the hot pressure begin to burst from his member.

At the last second, Ahri's tail redirected the direction of his manhood, pointing it at the area of the bed below her panties; semen was hard to clean (these lace panties were handmade in Demacia!).

Giving one last tug, her tail is suddenly soaked in hot, white goop. The Summoner's shuddering groans fill her ears as his climax hijacks all of his control. His member throbbed with every spurt of semen it released, large globules of the seed gushing all over Ahri's tail before cascading onto the bed. The slit at the tip of the Summoner girth is not large enough to release his seed entirely, resulting in the semen to spray in irregular patterns, widening its…splash zone.

Ahri could feel stray ropes of cum latch onto her inner thighs, taking her by surprise. Still, her tail tugged and squeezed, milking as much of the Summoner's produce as it could. His climax continued, his body shuddering from sheer ecstasy as his cum splattered and accumulated into a large warm puddle below his groin, the semen seeping to meet with the backside of his partner's panties (much to her dismay).

Splork!

A last concentrated spurt of seed latched itself onto Ahri's tail before the Summoner's girth finally began to go limp, last remnants of his climax slowly dribbling out from its head to be wiped away by white fur. He panted, unable to comprehend or react to the unexpected turn of events. He feels the tails responsible slink away as constrictors slip into tall grass after finishing a meal. He heard Ahri tsk softly at her semen-drenched tail staining her precious black panties.

Even after the lewd ordeal, the Summoner still wasn't satisfied. Which was to be expected; after all, he is the Summoner.

He took a few moments to recover, his breaths deep and concentrated. Finally, he repositioned his knees to support him, his arms pushing his body above Ahri's once more. He looked down at her face, her arms spread out on either side of her in an innocent fashion, palms facing upward.

She grinned at him coyly, her ears drooping with the act.

He glared at her, but within his pupils it wasn't hard to see his enjoyment at the surprise.

"Is something wrong, Summoner?" she said, one of her tails reaching upward to stroke the side of his cheek. "You didn't enjoy my…conditioning?"

A grin slipped onto her face, tips of her curved lips accentuated by the whiskers on either side of her mouth.

The Summoner maintained his glare, but had a brow attempt to hide itself beneath his hairline.

"Of course I did darling..."

The Summoner interrupted himself by descending past her head slowly, allowing the skin of their cheeks to touch ever-so-slightly, causing Ahri to purr. He furthered his teasing by extending the tip of his tongue to run across the bottom of her jawline, her perked nipples rubbing slightly against his chest, miniscule friction still contributing to her arousal. Ahri released a whispered moan, her teats electrified and begging for more stimulation. A few of her tails reached over her body to slowly stroke the back of the Summoner's neck, encouraging his ministrations to continue as his teasing continued to intensify her desire.

Suddenly his arms lifted him slowly, separating him from her skin. Ahri opened her eyes and looked at the Summoner, unable to express any emotion other than lust.

"...I'm just disappointed that I didn't get the first shot," the Summoner finished.

Tact decided he had endured enough patience.

Ahri's vision suddenly turned to black the texture of soft fabric pressing against her eyelids. The back of her head is lifted off the mattress by a rough hand before the fabric is tightly knotted around the circumference of her skull. Simultaneously, she could feel her arms forcefully stretched above her head, her wrists seized and bound with the same material that was now girding her face.

The only protest she could utter is a yelp of surprise before she is silenced by a vicious kiss. She squirms, squeaking in resistance as her mouth is assaulted with hungry kisses, the Summoner's lips pursed with every peck. Her ears instinctively vibrate in alarm and apprehension. With the sense of sight seized from her possession, her hearing and sense of smell come into play at double their usual potency.

Pushing past the strong scent of sweat, cologne and cigarettes, Ahri could catch a whiff of burnt fabric. It didn't take long before she also feels the bareness of her legs, which only a few moments ago were clothed with her stockings. At the realization, she tones down her resistance. Her mind's eye could easily visualize the Summoner's quick, magic-experienced hands deftly moving down her body, the miniscule concentrated Ignite spell adroitly singing and effectively allowing a makeshift zipper for him to slip her stockings off while he kept her occupied with his teasing actions.

One of the benefits (and disadvantages) of sleeping with a Summoner: you never know when the tables might turn.


Yeaaah…sorry that I'm late with this chapter. Lemons are hard. As you can see this particular piece of citrus isn't complete, but I promise I'll publish the remainder of this encounter by the end of this week.

Hope you enjoyed the "conditioning". Be sure to review!

Excelsior!