Her lips are oh-so soft… it feels so right against my own.

They parted their lips, both their tongues moving to dance together while their eyes remained closed.

I wish to take you right now.

LeBlanc broke the kiss, wishing she didn't have to, turning her body completely before she pushed Sona down flat against the couch, crawling on top of the Maven to straddle her waist. She leaned down, pinning Sona's arms beside her own ears, their lips locked as legs intertwined while their clothed breasts were pressed together.

Uncountable minutes passed by, the Noxian and the Demacian ravaging each other's mouths as if they were long lost lovers…

Perhaps we are.

The Deceiver was the one to break the kiss for the second time, a smirk on her purple lips as the Demacian's face was plastered with an innocent expression.

Oh… how sweet she looks. I cannot even begin to comprehend that her body now belongs to me.Mine to her.

LeBlanc sat up, letting go of Sona's arms, allowing her hands to slowly run down the Demacian's overly-perfect body, the contents of her beautiful curves in her palms as LeBlanc felt something begin to pool between her thighs.

Lust has never made me so wet before.

With a sigh, the Deceiver raised her shaky right hand forward, grabbing the top of Sona's blue dress, biting her bottom lip with a gulp, looking up at Sona who nodded her head.

This time it's different. This time I'm not bathing her. This time I'm making love to her.

LeBlanc took a draught of air, filling her lungs before regaining her composure. She carefully pulled down Sona's blue garb, the Deceiver's eyes unable to peel away from the slowly revealing creamy white skin which belonged to Sona's ample bosom, a pink nipple on each breast peaking above the lining of the Maven's dress before LeBlanc finally decided to finish her tug.

Sona blushed, covering her breasts with her hands as she awkwardly gazed up at LeBlanc who chuckled nervously.

"I already saw you naked within the first two hours I met you, Sona." The Noxian reminded the Demacian as she leaned forward, peeling Sona's hands away from shielding vision to her breasts.

Sona nodded and smiled before her bottom lip was trapped between her white teeth.

This is it.

The Noxian leaned down even further, hesitantly letting go of Sona's dress before her hands made way to grasp the Maven's mounds.

So soft… LeBlanc thought as she held Sona's breasts in her hands, giving a soft squeeze as she watched the Maven contort.

"It's a shame you lack a voice, Sona." LeBlanc commented. 'I would very much like to hear it right now."

I wish to hear you moan my name…

Sona clutched onto the leather couch, closing her eyes as she opened her mouth as if a moan were to escape her lips.

I guess being mute doesn't mean you can't twist your face with pleasure.

LeBlanc moved her head to Sona's left breast, engulfing a pink nipple between her lips as she looked up to watch the Maven's face for more sweet expressions. She circled her tongue around the salmon peak, trailing Sona's areola as her left hand moved to tweak the nipple belonging to the Demacian's right breast.

The Deceiver gently bit down, eliciting a miniature jump from the Maven she was straddling, chuckling as she began to nibble even more all while her left hand pinched the dry twin peak.

Moving her head to the left, now taking the dry nipple between her lips as she moved her hand to toy with the wet one, LeBlanc began to suck, milking pleasure from Sona's bosom before she finally refrained from doing it any longer.

The Noxian sat straight again, staring at Sona's now wet-with-saliva breasts as she felt juices begin to pool in her core to the point where it was dripping down her inner-thighs.

I can wait. She must be just as wet, if not wetter.

Sona opened her eyes, watching LeBlanc slide off the couch to stand on her feet. The Deceiver sighed as sweat dripped down her body, tugging her cape off before throwing it aside. She now stood by Sona's laying side, grabbing the Demacian's dress which sat just below her revealed, milky bosom, leisurely pulling it down the Maven's slim waist before it met her wide hips.

She is much too hot for me.

LeBlanc began to tug harshly at the dress, struggling to pull it past Sona's hips before the Maven arched her back, causing the dress to miraculously slide down. Slowly peeling the dress down Sona's thick thighs, sliding the Demacian's long and sensual legs out of the blue garb before gently casting it aside, LeBlanc nearly collapsed from seeing Sona's nude body presented so innocently on her couch.

I need her.

Abandoning her intelligence as primal thoughts began to flood her mind, the Deceiver knelt down to the wooden floor, grabbing Sona's legs and pulling her to the right, forcing the Maven to sit up just right in front of her.

LeBlanc crawled closer, her eyes looking up at Sona's blushing face before she let her eyes gently cascade the curves of her Demacian body. She shook her head, moving her hands up to hold Sona's waist, sliding her palms down her smooth, creamy skin before catching the Maven's hips in her hands.

"I'm sorry." LeBlanc apologized. "I just can't help but ogle your body. How magnificent it is. It's beyond me that a human could possess such beauty."

Oh man, I'm saying stuff without thinking but look at how pink her cheeks have grown.

After she spoke, LeBlanc guided her palms down to Sona's thighs, eventually finding nowhere else for her greedy hands to descend as they were resting at the Maven's feet.

I guess that's where I begin.

Thhe Deceiver rose Sona's left foot, kissing her mid-foot before trailing upwards with her lips, moving past the Maven's shin and knee before reaching her thighs, jumping over her hips as she reached her stomach. LeBlanc let her tongue slip out from between her purple lips, trailing it around the Demacian's navel before descending her body again, kissing all the way back down to her right foot before she called it quits.

LeBlanc took a deep breath of air, sighing as she looked up at Sona whose face was twisted with awaiting ecstasy. She parted the Maven's legs by pushing her knees apart, looking forward to see juices sheened upon southern lips between Sona's wet thighs, her excitement so amplified to the point where the small amount of time naked was enough for the Demacian's nectar to drip onto LeBlanc's leather couch.

I bet it taste sweet… like syrup – or candy…

The Deceiver halted her mind from wandering any further, pressing her lips against Sona's left inner-thigh, moving closer and closer with small kisses towards the Maven's sex.

Not yet!

LeBlanc looked up as she skipped right over Sona's womanhood, watching the Demacian look down at her with anger and confusion. She wanted release just as bad as LeBlanc did, despite it being her first time. Hesitance was not a factor anymore.

A trail of kisses down Sona's right thigh, going to her knee before moving up back to her womanhood, LeBlanc already getting small samples of Sona's flavor from the excitement which stained her milky thighs. At the slowest pace possible, the Deceiver kissed circles around Sona's womanhood, listening to her leather cushion shift from the Maven's impatience.

I guess it's been enough.

The Noxian held onto the Maven's thighs, making sure to keep her still before following through. She closed her eyes, pressing her lips against Sona's glossy lovebud, feeling the Demacian's weight move within her palms before she opened her eyes and glanced up to watch her face.

How pretty she looks. LeBlanc thought as she let her tongue slip out, letting the tip touch Sona's bundle of sensitive nerves as she saw the Maven wince again.

She dragged her tongue up and Sona leaned back into the couch, her nails digging into the dark purple leather as LeBlanc began to teasingly flick up and down against the Demacian's clitoris like a light switch. Except it kept her tuned on, and never off.

The Deceiver brought her lips together, capturing the nub barely between before she hit the Maven with a surprise, immediately sucking strenuously as the only sounds in the room became LeBlanc sucking, and Sona's skin rubbing against the leather.

Sona's eyes never opened, but the same could not be said for her parted lips. Her nails dug into the couch as her back arched, the Demacian's shoulders pressed into the leather material while her hips bucked along to the rhythm of both her quivering body and LeBlanc's energetic southern-sapping.

"Ah!" LeBlanc exclaimed in surprise, Sona's juices jetting against her chin and neck as the Maven's whole body began to shake assiduously

The Demacian curled her toes and stretched her legs, all her limbs falling limp before LeBlanc gave halt to her sucking, standing up, and staring at the panting Maven as she wiped sweat from her brow.

"Are you okay?" LeBlanc asked as she looked down at the chest-heaving Maven whose eyes opened to look back up at her.

Sona nodded her head and smile, looking down at her sweat-covered body as she noticed the orgasm-induced liquids on LeBlanc's couch.

"Sorry." Sona mouthed, awkwardly smiling at the Noxian who stood in front of her.

"It's okay." LeBlanc smiled, nodding her head before looking to the right and towards her stairs. "Why don't we take this to my room?"

Sona blushed and smiled, getting up before nearly tumbling over, LeBlanc catching the Maven by her shoulders before they stared in each other's eyes.

I can't believe you're mine now.

They kissed, and after they parted, Sona tilted her head confusingly, licking her own lips before shaking her head.

She just accidentally tasted herself… how funny.

Sona shrugged her shoulders and kissed LeBlanc again, the both of them clumsily making their way up the stairs with tongues dancing together, almost tripping over multiple times. The Demacian plucked at LeBlanc's clothing, pulling at the many belts around her hips, calmly tossing aside the silky fabric as she hadn't even looked down to see if she had done it, her attention way too focused on kissing the Deceiver who struggled to lead them to her room.

LeBlanc turned her head back between a kiss, pushing the door open with her shoulder before turning back to kiss Sona. The aforementioned woman's hands were behind the Deceiver's back, playing with the straps on her purple barely-covering-her-body one-piece before it loosened.

"Lie down." The Noxian stated as she slipped her legs out of the lingerie, standing completely nude after she slipped her feet out of her golden heels, her body only in the singular stocking on her left leg which stretched all the way up to her mid-thigh.

Sona shook her head, standing still.

"Lie down, Sona." LeBlanc repeated, smiling as she walked closer to the busty Maven, her hands moving down and behind the Demacian's back, the Noxian's fingertips pressed against Sona's large rear.

She shook her head again, a smirk growing on her lips.

"Fine, then." LeBlanc chuckled, pushing Sona forward, causing her to hit the foot-board of her bed before tumbling backwards.

LeBlanc walked to the foot of her bed, jumping onto her bed sheets before straddling Sona's waist. Their hands immediately sought each other's, their fingers intertwined as the Deceiver leaned down to press her lips against the Demacian's.

"Ah!" LeBlanc yelped, the bedspring squeaking as Sona had shifted their position, rolling LeBlanc over so that she was now the one on top.

Sona leaned down and kissed LeBlanc, their mouths parting so that their tongues could dance together for the uncountable time tonight. The Maven took LeBlanc's hands, guiding them to her hips, stranding them there before also abandoning the kiss.

Dominate me.

The Demacian descended LeBlanc's body, a playful smirk on her lips as she now sat between the Deceiver's legs. She let her eyes roam the Noxian's tinted skin, the subtle tint of purple always rose questions in her mind. Sona parted LeBlanc's legs, shaking her head disapprovingly at the Deceiver's succulent womanhood which was leaking onto the bed sheets and down her own inner-thighs.

"As you can tell, foreplay is unnecessary at this point." LeBlanc stated. "Just finish me, I beg you."

Sona nodded, but then cocked her head back before shaking it.

"What?" The Deceiver asked.

I hope she doesn't wish to torture me any further.

Sona ascended LeBlanc's body, straddling the Deceiver's waist once again. She leaned down and took a purple nipple between her soft lips, the Demacian's tongue gently flickering against the Noxian's salmon peak before she brought her hands to massage both of the Deceiver's breast. The Maven briefly halted her sucking, licking her lips before moving her mouth to the other nipple, engulfing it to attend to LeBlanc's sexual desires.

"C'mon, Sona…" LeBlanc muttered, reaching behind herself for a pillow, sliding it underneath her head before she unwound and closed her eyes. "Please."

The Maven refrained from kneading the Deceiver's mounds, letting her oral grip of LeBlanc's right nipple go as she looked up at the Noxian and waited for her to open her eyes. A few silent seconds passed by, and LeBlanc felt nothing, just the weight of Sona's light body on her waist. She opened her eyes and looked forward, seeing Sona tilt her head as if she were asking a question.

"What?" LeBlanc chuckled.

Sona shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh…" The Deceiver said, nodding her head before closing her eyes, her lips curving into a deviant smirk. "Fuck me, Sona."

LeBlanc soon felt the Maven descend her body once again, a concave impression in the bed sheets where Sona was now sitting between the Noxian's thighs. The Maven parted LeBlanc's legs, a hesitant expression on her face as she fixed herself to straddle the Deceiver's right thigh, her right hand perfectly positioned at LeBlanc's nether regions.

"Oh!" LeBlanc gasped, arching her back a quick second before falling back to the bed sheets with wide eyes, feeling Sona's fingers abruptly thrust into her womanhood.

With a duet of digits, Sona began to pump her arm, LeBlanc's slick womanhood helping the Maven seamlessly glide her fingers in and out of the Deceiver's sex. LeBlanc gripped onto the bed sheets, her legs constantly writhing as she tossed her head side to side, moans slipping out from between her purple lips as Sona plundered more from between Leblanc's other lips down south.

I feel so guilty. I can moan freely, express my satisfaction as she has to remain mute… I do not wish to anger her, but it feels way too good!

"Oh my!" The Noxian yelled, taking a deep breath of air as she forgot to breathe for a moment.

Has it even been 20 seconds?! I don't think I can last any longer!

"Shit!" LeBlanc muttered, arching her back as she rode Sona's fingers, bucking her hips in order to get the Maven's string-plucking digits deeper within herself.

The Deceiver's body fell back down against the bed sheets, the entire bed rampantly squeaking as Sona proved her fingers artistry with dexterous pumps. The aforementioned woman's arm began to grow numb, unused to using her limb in such ways. Soreness wouldn't stop her, though, LeBlanc would surely have to be paid back for pleasing her so well in the living room.


Lance lightly knocked on LeBlanc's door, tapping his boot impatiently against the cobblestone floor before he sighed and walked to her window. Her curtains were up, Lance cupping his hands together against the glass, looking through them to see a silhouette of an empty house.

"Where is she?" Lance muttered to himself, walking back to the door as his hand sought its knob before twisting it gently.

It opened.

Lance tiptoed into LeBlanc's home, the flooring underneath his boots barely creaking as he walked into the living room and saw everything.

First, his eyes fell upon Sona's dress, the blue garment hung over the arm of LeBlanc's largest couch. Then he saw all the paper, but he noticed one with a significant amount of writing on it. Lance squatted down, picking it up, squinting as he struggled to read the Maven's handwriting.

"I-I… h-h-have…" Lance attempted to read, shaking his head before scrunching the paper up and throwing it aside.

Lance turned his head to the left and glanced at the stairs which led to the Deceiver's upper floor, but then he began to hear a mantra of odd squeaking sounds emanate through the ceiling above him. He silently walked forward, seeing LeBlanc's half-skirt on the wooden steps and her cape beside the couch which had a notable imprint in its only wet and leftmost cushion.

"Sona~!" LeBlanc moaned out loud as she stretched the last letter in the Maven's name, her voice just audible enough through the thick ceiling so that Lance could overhear her pleasure-filled scream.

The interrogator's eyes widened with realization.