The party continued into the morning before everyone found their drunken way back home. It took Jarvan a lot of time to break out from the post-sex grasp of Sona and Lux, but he managed to slip out. How? It doesn't matter. This is a story about sex, you don't really care about the plot, do you?
Jarvan woke up, hearing birds chirp just outside his open window, the sun pouring into his room as he opened his eyes. He pulled his bedsheets off from his body, sighing as he climbed out of his bed, cracking the bones in his sore body before he stood up onto his feet. His march to the washroom was a naked one, forgetting to dress himself in his drunken form last night. He stumbled into the shower and turned it on.
I'm going to get into so much trouble. LeBlanc thought to herself as she cleaned her vessel's body. I have not accomplished anything at all.
The Exemplar turned the shower off and climbed out of it, walking across the tiled floor and for the blue towel hanging on the back of his door. He dried himself down and wrapped the towel around his waist, opening the washroom door and walking back into his bedroom.
"I don't remember closing that window." Jarvan said to himself as he scratched his head, glancing at the window before at himself in the mirror.
"That's because I did." Vayne's voice came from behind him.
She stood beside him, the Exemplar looking at her reflection in the mirror as he jumped up. He scanned her approaching body from head to toe, her dark tresses done up in a ponytail, black square-framed glasses on her face, and dark red lipstick on her smile. She had on a black dress shirt that was completely buttoned up and collared around her neck, a white tie hanging from underneath the shirt's collar as she pulled her hands out from the pockets in her black dress pants.
"H-how'd you get in?" Jarvan asked as he saw her pull her feet out from her black heels, kicking them aside before her bare feet continued closer to him.
"Don't you worry about that." Vayne replied as her eyes locked onto the Exemplar's through the mirror, a devious smirk on her lips as she pulled on her tie and tossed it aside.
She undid her shirt's topmost button, its collar loosening around her neck as her hands then went down to undo the buttons underneath it. Vayne wore nothing underneath the dress shirt, its sides teasingly parted, her black bra revealed as well as her toned abs. She wrapped her right arm around Jarvan's waist, her right hand sneaking underneath the side of his towel as her left hand held it up. A chuckle fled her lips as her eyes moved from his gaze into the mirror and down his growing bulge, her right hand which was hidden underneath his towel moving to grasp his cock.
"I hate it when you leave." Vayne stated as her fingers wrapped around his warm shaft, a groan leaving his lips before she chuckled at him.
"S-sorry…" Jarvan stammered.
"Oh, I wasn't speaking to you." Vayne laughed as she watched Jarvan's face in the mirror, her left hand pulling the towel off from around his waist and throwing it aside to reveal her right hand clutching onto his cock. "I was talking about this."
"Oh…" Jarvan sighed.
Vayne pulled her hand back, a groan leaving Jarvan's lips before she stroked back forward. She circled around Jarvan, falling onto her knees, pushing her glasses up before she licked her lips and parted them. Her neck moved her head forward and she swallowed his entire cock, not a single gag leaving her throat as his meat entered it. Vayne's eyes lit up, her open mouth unable to show her smile as she looked up at the Exemplar, her hands moving to hold onto his thighs as she pulled her head back, leaving his member dripping in her saliva.
Who would've thought Vayne could deep throat so magnificently?
Vayne licked her lips, moaning quietly before she ran her tongue against his cocks' tip. Jarvan shuddered, his eyes briefly closing as he felt soft hands grab onto his wet cock, opening them to see her lips moving to surround his head and his head only. Vayne began to suck, audibly slobbering on his sensitive tip, leaving the Exemplar trembling in his stance as he refused to look at his pitiful self in the mirror.
As time passed, her mouth slowly engulfed more of his member, soon capturing the entire thing in her mouth as her hands moved to be folded in her own lap. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, his heated member warming her mouth as she chuckled at his struggle to resist his imminent orgasm. Jarvan's cum spurted out from his tip, filling the noblewoman's mouth as she widened her eyes, pausing to swallow it all before she unsheathed his member out from her mouth and wiped her lips.
"Oh…" Vayne sighed, panting as she wiped her now-sweaty forehead with the back of her hand.
Jarvan watched as she got up, her arms slipping out of her sleeves before she threw her shirt aside. She chuckled as he ogled, her fingers moving down to her waistband, undoing the single button before pulling down her fly, pushing her formal pants down her legs before she stood in front of him half-naked, undergarments only. Her hands moved behind her back, undoing the straps which confined her bosom in her black bra before she let it drop to the floor, revealing her breasts which were each paired with an erect pink nipple. Afterwards, her hands fell to her panties which clung to her wet womanhood, a blush coming about her cheeks as she rolled them down her legs and off of her feet.
The Exemplar didn't notice his member giving the marksman a standing ovation as her eyes moved from his gawk to his pelvis. She marched forward, erasing the tiny space between them as her hands grabbed his cock once more. Vayne began to slowly stroke it, walking forward, bringing him along with her by hold of his cock to a wall away from his bed. She let go off his member, leaning against the wall, her palms flat against it as she extended her rear out further behind her, her back arched inwards as her skin glowed due to the sunlight leaking in from the window besides them.
Jarvan grabbed the shaft of his cock with his right hand, his left going to hold onto her hips before he guided the tip of his member into her pussy. A rumbling purr left the woman's throat, her eyes rolling back as Jarvan planted his entire length within her. Her interior hugged onto his manhood, the Exemplar's right hand moving to join his left around her hips as he pulled it halfway out, her southern lips firmly gripping his meat as he did so.
"C'mon Jarvan. Fuck me." Vayne commanded. "Hard, ruthlessly."
If that's what you want…
A chuckle left his mouth in response, his hips pushing his member back deep into her sex before quickly pulling it out again, and again, and again. Moans fled the marksman's lips, pleas accompanying them every so often as their skin harshly met together. Her cheek was planted against the wall, the Exemplar's right hand lifting into the air before plummeting down onto her ass.
"Ah!" Vayne cried out, wincing as the smack left her skin to redden. "Again!"
His hand rose into the air again, flying down to crash upon her jiggling backside to only elicit a painfully-pleased plea. Jarvan's cock was shining from Vayne's wetness, her lips spread around his shaft, tugging him back in before he pulled himself out. His humps were filed with fervor, Vayne's body now smothered against the wall as she bucked her hips against his violent rhythm. Jarvan looked up, gazing at Vayne's pitiful expression, her nails leaving marks in the white paint on the wall as he noticed many more impressed on the same wall he was fucking her against.
This is the usual, isn't it? LeBlanc thought to herself.
Sweat beaded down the both of their bodies, Jarvan barely able to catch a breath as his thrusts only grew quicker and fiercer, wondering when Vayne, if she would ever, cum. His chest heaved as the both of them moaned and panted, his member pulsing within her as he felt his own climax approaching.
"I'm going to cum." Jarvan warned, chuckling at the cheesy line as Vayne nodded her head.
She quickly pulled herself away from the Exemplar, his cock slipping out from her southern grasp before she turned around and fell to her knees. Her eyes lit up as she grabbed onto his cock, her hands immediately stroking it back and forth as she waited with her mouth open. His white cum flew out and littered her face, the frame and lenses on her glasses covered in his fruition as more came upon her lips and cheeks. Vayne ran her tongue across her smirk, collecting bits of his cum on it before moaning with satisfaction at the taste, engulfing his member entirely within her mouth to suck it clean from her own pre-cum and his cum.
"You're quite greedy…" Jarvan commented, almost repulsed by the marksman's love for his semen as she stood up and took off her messy glasses.
"I'm greedy?" Vayne asked as she wiped the cum off from her glasses, putting them back on and then sucking on her fingers. "You've cummed twice and I not a single time."
"So let me fix that." Jarvan stated as he reached forward and grabbed her wrists, turning her around and getting behind her, pushing her towards his bed.
He threw her on top of his sheets, fixing her so that she was at the edge of the bed. He stood behind her, trailing his cock against her drowning entrance before abruptly letting it slide in. Jarvan grabbed her ponytail, yanked her head back as he thrusted the rest of his length inside of her, a shrill moan leaving her throat before she began to move her own hips.
"That's better…" Vayne commented, sighing as she looked over her left shoulder at the Exemplar. "I almost thought that you weren't you."
Uh, oh. Was I not rough enough earlier? How does this woman enjoy sex so violent?
The Exemplar pulled his manhood out, the head of it still within her pussy before he shoved it back in. The bed started to squeak as he continued, louder than the time with Shyvana, Vayne's moans filling his ears as his cock filled her sex. Her ponytail remained being tugged in his right hand, her back arched as her rear was abused by his left hand, both cheeks left red and swollen; just how she wanted it.
He continued to relentlessly pound her from behind, feeling the marksman's pussy tightly clench onto his shaft, making it difficult for him to move it within her. Vayne arched her back down towards the bed, her fingers gathering bed sheets, digging into the soft fabric as she trembled. With her shaking body, juices poured out from her womanhood, Jarvan pulling his cock out as a small puddle formed on the bed between her thighs.
"Ooh!" Vayne said as she turned around, panting as she let go of the bed sheets. "Much better than Kayle."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Jarvan asked, his erection ignored by the marksman.
"Well… uh, while you were gone… I had Kayle replace you, temporarily, of course." Vayne answered. "She's really fun, though."
"Replace me?" He continued.
"Yes." Vayne replied. "With a strap-on."
"Oh…" Jarvan said, finally understanding, looking down at his still-hard cock drenched in Vayne's cum.
"You can deal with that on your own." She said as she stood up, gathering her clothes and getting dressed. "I have to go."
"A-are you serious?" Jarvan stuttered, watching the marksman swiftly get dressed and walk towards his door. "Three for one isn't so bad…"
"I reek of sex already, Jarvan." Vayne responded. "I'm not trying to worsen it."
"Okay… fine." He sighed as she watched her leave his room.
Jarvan waited for Vayne to exit his house completely, dropping down onto his bed before he snapped his fingers, turning him back into LeBlanc.
"I can't handle this…" LeBlanc whispered to herself. "I almost didn't have the strength to keep my identity when dealing with Vayne… I fear for whatever comes next."
A sigh left the deceiver's lips as she rested down against the bed, her hands moving between her thighs to relinquish herself of the arousal Vayne left her with. She moaned as her fingers met her clitoris, biting her bottom lip to suppress any further moans as she moved a free hand to fondle her own breasts. LeBlanc hesitated to do anymore, moving her hand away from her breasts, snapping her fingers together as a cloud of purple mist appeared in front of her at the edge of the bed.
A chuckle left her lips as she stared at her mirror image; an exact duplicate of her own body that she could control for her own uses. In this case it was sexual. LeBlanc curled her index finger towards herself, her clone climbing onto the bed and crawling between her thighs, opening her mouth to let her tongue drag against her master's womanhood.
"Oh…" LeBlanc moaned, her hand moving to hold her own clone's head as its tongue continued to flicker her sensitive nerve.
