Holy fucking shit. I haven't updated a thing in almost a month and a half.
I am not dead. In fact, I have been working diligently to produce multiple chapters to the stories, and I can gladly say that the time was not wasted. I have for you all, two one shots, two chapters to SI and two to TLY. i will upload all but the second oneshot following this chapter, only because it is about three thousand words short of finishing, more or less.
On a more direct note, this oneshot has been one i had been teasing since the Lucian and Karma one. That's right, we get to see that milky bunny with Issues himself. Here is the Jarvan x Riven oneshot!
The Exile and the Prince (Jarvan x Riven)
Clang.
Another fierce clash of metal upon metal rang out once more. The sparks of the blades sending flickers of light outward, a contrast to the still blades ebbing from the combatants currently locked steel to steel once again. The panting of two filling the air, muting the sounds of miniature clashes between occupying fighters and the beams of magic from casters.
Here they were once more in this match, both Riven and Jarvan locked in a clash of her broken blade and his lance. It was evident by the two's current drive to win and determination to remain fighting that neither would back away from this duel. Both were even completely, having the same numbers in all regards. Same kills, same deaths, same assists, same items, same everything. The two we not only locked in the blades, but in the fields of justice.
A glint appeared in Riven's eyes, signaling her next attack was starting. With a strong shove, Riven pushed the Exemplar back slightly to give her enough room to return her blade from their lock momentarily and strike again, going for a twisting horizontal slice. Jarvan, pulling his lance back, twirled it quickly before positioning it to the side her blade was coming from, and as the swing flew, it crashed onto his metal. Riven pulled back quickly, twisting her body the opposite way and sending a thrust of her broken blade as she face to him. Jarvan, not expecting a stab instead of a slice, was able to barely escape the strike by shifting his weight and twisting his own body sideways, backing up slightly and narrowly avoiding the steel to his stomach.
While she was still positioned, he continued the momentum of his body twisting to bring his lance around for a swing strike aiming for her legs as he began to dip down. Riven was caught off, but managed to toss her right foot up into the air and slam it down on the blade, using her strength to push the blade into the dirt before jumping from the blade and delivering a sinister kick into the Exemplar's chest, successfully knocking him back and off his footing. As he looked up to continue, he saw the Exile begin to rush him, her blade poised to her side to deliver a diagonal cut upward. Pulling his lance up, the prince managed to position it in time to block the strike before it connected with his chin.
Using his strength, Jarvan pushed the broken blade down to his stomachs level, before jerking forward with his shoulder towards Riven. The force of his shove pushed the blade and ultimately the Exile back a step. In that time, Jarvan used his front foot to keep his balance as he twisted his body around and delivered a kick to the Exile's stomach, with the strength of his spinning momentum adding another push back to her. She recovered quickly, and saw that Jarvan was going for a thrust of his blade. She pulled her blade around to redirect the strike. She bent backwards and turned to her right so that the blade careened past her. While above her, she dipped slightly and dug her leg further down, giving her space to move under his blade. With that opening, she pulled her blade off his and whipped it around to strike once more at his stomach. Jarvan had to quickly return his blade and back up a step, otherwise suffering a dangerous slice to his abdomen. With her edge flowing past him, he pulled his lance back and went for a downward swing of its edge. Riven, being able to maneuver to the strike now, twisted her arm to black sideways.
Clang. Their blades met once more in a deadlock of steel and lights, as they held their edges against one another.
The two pushed off their respective weapons and jumped back, their eyes nearly bleeding daggers at the other. Their breathing labored, it began shifting its volume to accustom the surroundings, as the clashes between the minions within the lane continued fighting one another. After a somewhat long stare down, Jarvan was the first to calm his breathing in order to smile.
"It's always good to fight another well-experienced warrior. Builds character in oneself. It's an even greater pleasure to face against you, Riven." Jarvan spoke. Riven, although still slightly winded, returned the Exemplar's smile as she lowered her sword slightly.
"Likewise. We rarely get the chance to pin metal on metal, considering our statuses. And moreover since we rarely see combat on the fields, let alone against one another." Riven replied, moving herself over to her minion wave and patiently waiting for the enemy fighters to get low before striking them down. Jarvan mimicked her actions, moving to his wave and taking heed to the health of his targets.
"Come to think of it, we rarely get to speak with one another even outside the fields. Is it because you're too fearful of my dashing looks?" Jarvan joked, sending a playful wink to the exile and receiving a giggle.
"In your dreams, prince. No, I just rather not be bothered when I can be alone. Gives me ample time to think and train. But your gesture is a two way coin. If you wanted to see me, then you could have approached me instead of the other way around. Isn't that what a gentleman would do?" Riven countered.
"But doesn't that contradict your desire to be alone outside the match?" Jarvan returned, now leaning onto his lance after stabbing it into the dirt. "Besides, I cannot leave my duties as prince to see you, considering both our factions still bubbling tensions and that I am sure you still hold some importance to yours."
The sentence somewhat struck a chord to the Exile, to which her visible flinch gave indication. Her warm smile immediately turned into a frown, and her sword lowered fully. "My state…doesn't really care for me as much as yours does." She said sorrowfully.
Jarvan's expression shifted along with hers, as he stood fully from his lance. "Oh…I apologize if I struck something sour within your memory." He said. Riven waved it down.
"It's alright. It's just now and again I get those hate-filled glares and on occasion the sour call from people I once called brothers and sisters. The champions, like Katarina and Morgana, and even Swain from time to time, understand. But it's those whom only see me as a traitor and a weakling that make it difficult. What's worse is that it applies to the majority of the Noxian population, so I cannot say I will be welcomed warmly." Riven explained.
Jarvan, for what it's worth, understood her. Possibly more than anyone else. While he was the Exemplar, that was supposedly beloved by his city-state, he still sought the genuine affection of those he is close to. Those of which he calls his friends are only limited to Garen and Xin Zhao, both of which are only in association because of his title. True they were great friends, but sometimes he feels if he was to meet them in any other scenario outside his title, they wouldn't see him as closely. Fiora was always too pompous to make friends with, Vayne was…Vayne, Luxanna was there for her brother, and everyone else just saw him as their boss. In essence, he was detached, not in the manner Riven was, but in something similar. While she was hated by many, he was the opposite, but in a manner of it being a worker to their employer.
"Well. If it means anything, I welcome you, your past and whatever lies in your future, as a combatant." Jarvan stated. Riven didn't seem convinced, however. "…and, with your approval, as a friend." Jarvan added.
Riven clenched onto her blades handle at the additional words. "I don't need your pity." She mumbled.
"Riven, if I was to pity you, I would have given you kills in this match willingly, but I didn't. You are an excellent warrior, one that I pity those fools in Noxus for banishing. And while we may have had bad blood in the past from our feud, I have always, and will always, admire your commitment and strength. Both as a soldier and as a human." Jarvan said solemnly. His words bore fruit, as Riven reacquired the smile she had previously.
"Thank you, prince." Riven replied. Something about the smile she shot at him made him flinch slightly, but he quickly hid that feeling.
"It is nothing. I am merely stating the truth." Jarvan called.
"Double kill!" the announcer interrupted, signaling that Jarvan's jungler, Jax, was successful in eliminating Twitch and Bard, along with the help of his mid lane Fizz. "Seems like our team is doing their best out there."
"Yeah. Katarina is cursing out the Twitch for extending too far." Riven chuckled. "Miss Fortune seems to be doing a lot of work at bot lane. Twitch has been pinging Nidalee for a gank forever."
"It only makes sense. Now then, let's get back to our fight, shall we?" Jarvan declared, lifting his lance out the dirt and twirling it back into fighting stance. Riven raised her broken sword once more, assuming her own fighting stance.
"Yeah. Let's do it!" Riven replied, immediately dashing forward in synch with the Exemplar and once again clashing blades.
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As the match ended, with a loss on Riven's side, she wasn't as disappointed with her loss as normal. She had an excellent game against the Exemplar, and enjoyed each fight that they had. It was ultimately the higher advantage of Jarvan's team later that won them the game, a fact that was easily acceptable from everyone on both teams. When champions are summoned to matches, they typically change into the outfits the summoners select for them as their being teleported from wherever they were, and upon finishing a match and teleporting to the chambers, their attire returns back to what they were wearing prior. Jarvan, who was previously in casual clothes, touched down with his original attire on, while Riven donned her usual outfit of several tattered scraps of her original outfit and her tunic and skirt, along with sandals.
As the teams assembled within the summoning chambers to discuss the match and bid their words, the summoners flooded into the room to meet with their summons. While most spoke simply with their champions, Riven's immediately stormed into the room and nearly tackled into the Exile.
"You worthless woman!" the male shouted, immediately garnering the attention of the other occupants. "There was almost a hundred moments that you could have completely killed Jarvan and gotten a lead!"
"Excuse me? If you hadn't noticed, the entire time we were even. The chance of me succeeding in a full fight against him was just as pointless as it was for him." Riven countered.
"You mean the times that you stood there talking like an idiot to the enemy? He literally dropped his lance into the dirt and lazed there while you had your sword pointing at him! You didn't even try!" he continued. "You're such a disgrace to Noxians! Not only a coward but a weak fool! I wish we killed you before you had the chance to escape."
Riven was perturbed by the insults the evidently Noxian summoner was shooting at her. She merely clenched her fists and looked down, somewhat defeated by the truth. "I am no coward…nor am I weak."
"Could have fooled me. You disgraced your city-state and yourself both during the war with Ionia and in this battle. How far are you willing to drag the state down until you are satisfied?" he continued, his words beginning to cut into the Exile.
"I do believe that is enough, sir." Jarvan called. He stepped forward from his summoner with his arms crossed, his gaze stoic and strong. "I do not know what you intend on berating her, but understand that the past is in the past, and this match holds no leverage to the future."
"Oh? So now you're siding with Demacians? I thought you wouldn't sink any lower, but now I know there is no low you're not willing to bury your pathetic mug into. Disgusting." He continued, unaltered by Jarvan's interference.
"Jarvan, I don't need your help. I am a fighter, and I don't need your pity." Riven seethed slightly, her glare turned to the prince. He looked to her and back to the summoner, before sighing.
"I am not helping you, warrior." Jarvan declared.
"Well then. It goes to show not even Demacians care for you." The summoner spoke. "That being the case, how about you take your sorry ass to a ditch and kill your-"
Thwack. The sound of a fist slamming into something reverberated, and the shocked glare of the summoner was sent to the Exemplar for his left sucker punch. Everyone gasped at the sight, as the greatest taboo for all summoners and champions occurred with the prince willingly punching the summoner.
"How dare you?! Champions are prohibited from harming summoners! I will report you to the high council for such actions-"
"Listen up kid, before I send another one with my dominant hand to you." Jarvan cut him off, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him close. "I don't care what you, your friends, your family, their friends, or any other Noxian worth two cent think of Demacia, since we know most of it is hot air from boiling tension after the peace pact. But if there is anything I hate more in a man, regardless to age or faction, is to berate a woman. You come into the summoning chambers acting as if you understand the pain and misery of each champion that is being controlled by you summoners on the rift, fighting each other friend and foe. You then insult one of the best fighters Valoran as a whole has mustered the strength for fleeing as she watched her own country send one of their finest battalions to their grave for selfish gain. I don't think you have even half the balls to fight her head on, let alone be in her shoes for more than a minute, so why don't you take YOUR sorry ass back to the ditch you call a home and learn how to treat your better appropriately while learning how to treat a lady. And if I hear word of you causing trouble within these walls, peace pact and league be damned, you will meet the full wrath of the Exemplar of Demacia."
The room was in silence. Everyone from both teams watched as the Exemplar of Demacia, the future king of his city-state, stand up against a summoner to defend the Exile. As he released his collar and moved away, he stopped to turn to Riven. "I didn't help you, soldier. But I did help the lady known as Riven." He called.
"Fucking Demacian! I will have you expelled from the league! My father happens to be one of the chairs within the High council! I swear I will-"
"Kid. Seriously, give it up." Jax called. "It's one thing to fight him head on, but to try and talk shit at his back is just sad."
"He also had a valid point." One of the summoners said. "We all had a great game, and regardless to whom won, you shouldn't have come in to insult her."
"I agree." The Judicator, Kayle, called from the doorway of the summoning chambers, earning surprised looks from the room's occupants. "While I do not condone the actions of the Exemplar of Demacia against you, he has had right to do so considering you came within these chambers with the sole intention to berate a champion. You are correct in that Champions are not to harm summoners, but that applies vice-versa, to which you entered with the plan to verbally harm the Exile. As Judicator and head of the Tribunal, I am sentencing you to three weeks suspension from matches and six months ban from communication within matches."
"WHAT?! THAT IS UNFAIR! IT ISN'T MY FAULT THAT THE EXILE IS PATHETIC AND THE DEMACIAN-"
Thwack. Another punch resonated once more. This time coming from the Sinister Blade herself, and with the strength that actually knocked the summoner out cold.
"Piece of shit. Sorry bout that Kayle. Dunno who this kid is, but I can take care of this." Katarina called.
"You will not. His punishment has already been given and any excess force is unnecessary. Which brings me to my next point. Jarvan Lightshield IV and Katarina Du Couteau, I want you two in my office immediately to discuss the punishment for harming a summoner." Kayle ordered as she proceeded out the summoning chambers.
"Well…this has been eventful." Nidalee said as she leaned on her staff. The others within the room all agreed with aye's and nods. Riven began storming up to the two people who defended her with heated glare, but was cut off as Katarina's hand raised into the air.
"Don't say anything. I didn't outright hit him because it would look bad to Noxus for a noble to defend you, but I really didn't like how he was talking shit to you. Which reminds me, thanks for doing that J4. . Saved me the time I needed to properly knock some sense into him." Katarina said.
"I couldn't stand by and watch him say such foul things. Mean nothing by it."
"But now you two have to be punished when you didn't have to say anything!" Riven argued.
"I get punishments like, every week. Kayle is so fed up with my shit that she stopped punishing me, and for Jarvan, I am certain that she will let him off with a warning. I know she will." Kat returned. "Anyway, I'll catch you all later. Good game everyone." The room bid farewell and called good game back to the assassin as she walked out the room herself. Jarvan proceeded to follow, but was held up when Riven stood between him and the door.
"I'm sorry, Riven, but I have to see Kayle about whatever it is she plans to do with me." Jarvan said.
"Why did you do it?" she asked, still angry.
"I'm sorry?"
"Why did you stick up for me when I blatantly told you not to!?"
"Because a gentleman should not insult a woman for any reason. Nor should he watch as one gets insulted. I stepped in with both my pride and yours on the line." Jarvan answered.
"I don't need your help! I am not a child!" Riven argued.
"And I will not treat you as such. If you are truly upset as to my actions then you can come punish me for it after I had met with the Judicator. Until then, I will see you later." Jarvan concluded, going around the ex-soldier and exiting the chambers. Riven stood there, slightly disgusted and somewhat relieved, as she kept staring at the door in a huff.
"Oooooh. Someone has a crush." Nidalee cooed. Riven semi-yelped at the sudden call from the huntress, before turning around to see her and Miss Fortune grinning.
"I do not!" Riven argued, her face mimicking color to the Bounty Hunter's hair.
"Sweetie, you may be early in the whole 'crush' phase, but both of us know for a damn fact that you want him." Sarah countered.
"There is no way I could have a crush for the Demacian prince!" Riven continued, her cheeks growing redder by the second. Sarah and Nidalee looked to each other with knowing looks.
"Denial." They said in synch.
"What?" Riven asked.
"Listen, Riven. As women, we know more about men than men do. We also know more about women than women do. It comes with years of experience. And when we see someone like you, a single and lonely female literally interrupt a male for no other reason than to repeat her argument about being 'independent', we know that you got the hots for him." Nidalee explained.
"You have no idea what you're talking about." Riven retorted, crossing her arms and turning away from the two.
"Okay then. How about this. You are going to go to him, probably tonight, to argue that 'he shouldn't have helped you' then you are gonna go all shy and say thank you for sticking up for him. Eventually it will get awkward as hell, he will more than likely invite you for dinner since this will be in your mind literally all day because you have a crush and then, probably afterwards you are going to 'thank' him by properly by kissing him, to which you will want more. He will comply, because male, and then you will go into more than likely your room and fuck each other's brains out." Sarah explained, her face stoic throughout the statement. She turned to Nidalee with a curious gaze. "I don't think I missed anything. Did I miss anything?"
"The part where he swoons her after her argument that makes her go shy." Nidalee answered.
"That's it!"
"You two are unbelievable." Riven scoffed.
"Unbelievable, but correct." Nidalee returned.
"Whatever. I don't have a crush on Jarv." Riven argued, earning snickers from the two. "What now?"
"You gave him a pet name. That's adorable." Sarah said between giggles. Riven blushed once more, and then scoffed again in disgust before throwing her hands into the air and walking out the chambers.
"I remember when I was like that." Sarah called. "Young and naïve to affection."
"When was this?" Nidalee said in mock surprise.
"Few years ago. That guy was so handsome and sweet. Made me want him all to myself."
"And what happened to that?"
"I shot him for trying to stick up for me against Gangplanks crew."
"And how long did that last?"
"Like, five minutes." Sarah giggled.
"Damn, I went for ten." Nidalee mocked, the two shared a laugh.
Riven, who was currently proceeding back to her room, was still pondering to the words of the two women.
"I don't have a crush on Jarv…an. Jarvan." She corrected. "I do not have a crush on Jarvan the fourth." While she continued to verbally deny the logic, her mind kept coming back around to the somewhat accurate process detailed by the Bounty Hunter.
I mean, I cannot say that what he did wasn't unwelcomed. He risked his title and his champion status to stick up for me. All I did was shout and rant about it. She thought. Maybe I should thank him for it, he was only looking out for me. But if I go, then those two will only be proving themselves right, which means I would eventually…
Her cheeks flared up again at the thought of their implications. There is no way it could turn to that. He is too kind to think like that. I mean, it isn't like he isn't good looking…and he is pretty strong…and those eyes are…
Riven stopped abruptly and shook her head, attempting to break the idea of the Exemplar from her head.
"I shouldn't think this way. He is a man of his honor, to which he wouldn't think that way." She said to herself. "If I don't at least show my appreciation to his gesture, I would feel guilty for leaving it. I guess I can go later and just say thank you. Nothing more, nothing less." She affirmed, her mood giddier than previously.
Jarvan was walking down the hallway of the Council, seeing several officials from all states walk past him calmly. Coming up to the Judicators office, he was surprised to see Katarina, stepping out with a smile.
"Ms. Du Couteau. I see you have already seen Kayle about the punishment." Jarvan began. Katarina turned and shrugged.
"Nah, just came to say what's up to Kayle. Like I said, she stopped caring considering she knows it will happen again regardless to what I get as punishment." She replied.
"Well, that's good for you I suppose. I will be speaking with her now."
"Really, J4? You think she is gonna punish the Prince of Demacia for punching out some low grade summoner for being a brat? I thought you two were friends." Kat said.
"We are, but she has a duty to the league to punish any misdemeanors regardless to what they are. I presume she will take her job seriously with me." he replied, earning a scoff of defeat.
"Whatever. She's ain't doing anything but going through papers. So I guess you're up." She said as she walked past him and down the hall, probably leaving for her own room. As Jarvan opened the door, he was greeted with the exact actions that the Sinister Blade explained, as Kayle was buried to her hair in papers.
"Judicator?" Jarvan called, earning the attention of the angel.
"Jarvan? What are you doing here?" she asked, redirecting her attention back to her papers.
"I am here about the punishment from harming a summoner?" Jarvan said.
"What? When did-Oh yeah. You get a warning. Now I got papers to handle, so if you don't mind." She said as she never looked up from the paper she was signing.
"Wait, that's it? No suspension of matches, or banning of privileges?" Jarvan asked.
"J4, do you honestly believe that I would punish you, the prince of Demacia, for punching out some low grade summoner for being a brat? I thought we were friends." She said while looking at a new paper, catching the Exemplar by surprise.
"Um, we are…Wait what?" Jarvan said, catching on that those were the exact words from the assassin. "But don't you have to do it as the Tribunal head?"
"Jarvan, let me be clear. If I suspended every summoner and champion for harming one another for any reason, I myself would be out for almost three weeks on the count that my fights with my sister off the fields have actually gotten physical. One time Ashe and Sejuani actually set the cafeteria on fire because Ashe took the last slice of roast on RSVP night. So in cases of which you defend someone against another as you did for the Exile, I will let it slide. Now if you don't mind." Kayle ended.
"I feel it warrants something! There is no reason for me to just get off when that summoner-"
"Jarvan, I swear to gods…fine, you want a punishment? Later on today, the Exile will approach you about the events within the chambers. Accept her gratitude and take her to dinner. That is your punishment, okay? NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND." She concluded with a stern tone.
"That's it? But-"
"JARVAN, GET THE NINE HELLS OUT OF MY OFFICE OR I WILL BURN YOU WORSE THAN BRAND OR ANNIE COULD EVER IMAGINE POSSIBLE." She slammed her hands down and flared.
"Yes, ma'am." He whimpered slightly as he rush out the door. Closing it behind him, he let out a breath of air in relief.
"Goodness…I knew she was harsh when upset but that was something I never saw coming." Jarvan said, clutching at his chest.
"Yeah, even Cho' Gath avoids pissing her off." Katarina said as she was currently leaned against the wall next to the office door.
"Katarina? What are you still doing here?"
"I was bored, and figured listening to your ass piss her off would make me laugh. And I was right." She said. "Also, when are you gonna fiddlestick the white-hair?"
"What?"
"You know, tuck the noodle in the Noxian pot? Fit the dog in the Exile's bunny?"
"I do not follow."
"You are as bad as Garen. I see why you two are friends. When are you gonna fuck Riven?"
"Good lords, Sinister Blade! That is beyond obscene! I would never-"
"And you're as oblivious as Garen too. Haven't you noticed that she likes you, stupid?"
"Should I?" Kat groaned, pinching her brow.
"Fucking…listen. Riven will never admit to her crush on you. It's the same with most women. They go through pointless excuses to approach you, then denial, then they get some realization that they do have a crush, accept it, and before you or they know it, you're butt naked in her bed and balls deep in between her legs. Knowing her, she will more than likely show up later tonight about you defending her."
"How is it that you know this? And how is it that both you and Kayle know about what Riven will do?"
"Years of experience knowing how both women and men work. Now, be a sport and get yourself ready for your date tonight." Katarina said.
"It isn't a date, Ms. Du Couteau. I am only adhering to the Judicator's punishment."
"Whatever, go take her out, get her to admit it and ram her so I don't have to witness another display of you two being stupid love struck teenagers." She turned around and proceeded back down the hall, leaving the Exemplar to himself.
I really hope that no one has approached Riven on this. It will be frustrating to go with whatever everyone is pinning me with. The Exemplar thought, as he himself went back to his room.
He knew of the many relationships that both city-states, even prior to the peace pact, had developed. The more obvious one being he currently wed Dauntless Vanguard captain and the current head of the Du Couteau name. There was also the somewhat harem that the Blade's Shadow kept, to which Jarvan discovered a few months ago when his nights were a series of familiar voices from different women and the dawn after where the Blade's Shadow would casually leave the Demacian residency sections. The still skeptical but apparent relationship between the Blood Reaver and the Night Hunter, which to this day baffles the prince considering the amount of times she has attempted to kill him, was another one he knew of. All these couples that, years prior, would be taboo to both states are now just common place, so the idea of the prince being paired with the Exile wasn't as farfetched as it seemed.
Jarvan couldn't deny that while he was genuine in his admiration to the ex-commander, he held a slight attraction to her. She held the strength of a war hardened soldier, the fortitude of a mountain, and the heart for those she cares for that could rival Braum's. These were the few factors to his admiration, but his attraction lied more in the womanly features to which she was graciously bestowed. Generosity was like breathing air for whatever God decided to sculpt her, and her amazing figure hidden under rugged history and tomboyish apparel was nothing short of a masterpiece from said God. It was only because she didn't seem like one who would delve into more intimate relationships that the prince refused to involve himself, but if what the Sinister Blade says is true, then maybe it was possible for him to try.
Before Jarvan realized it he was already at the manor the Institute provided to him, his hand reaching for the door knob. Remembering that he locks his door upon leaving, he went into his pockets for his keys before the sound of someone clearing their throat pulled him from his actions. As he turned around, he was surprised with the sight of the Exile standing across from him with her arms crossed, a scowl on her face.
"Riven? What are you doing here?" Jarvan asked, semi-hoping it wasn't what Katarina and Kayle told him would happen.
"I am still pissed at you for sticking up for me when I explicitly said not to." She called, unfurling her arms from over her. "I swear you are so arrogant sometimes."
Jarvan chuckled. "If being a gentleman is arrogance, then yes, I can agree with that. However I did what I did because it was right. Whether you'd like to admit it or not, I did it in your favor."
"I told you I am not a child!"
"And I agreed, saying that I will not treat you as such. I did not approve of the way the summoner was talking to you, nor what he said, and when he refused to back down I took it upon myself to teach him a hard lesson."
"So what, you're my knight in shining armor?"
"No. You do not need anyone to protect you from anyone but yourself. While I knew if you weren't wary of the consequences, you would have not hesitated to do the same."
Riven laughed nervously. "To be honest, I was about to when you did. Kinda beat me to it." She said as she rubbed her left arm with her right. Jarvan's eyes widened for a moment.
"Well. All the better then." Jarvan walked up to the ex-soldier, placing a hand onto her shoulder and smiling. "Riven, you have more strength a human than anyone I have ever met. Even Garen, the epitome of Demacian patriotism and pride, sees you as his better. So in the event that you are conflicted from someone else's sour remarks, don't let your faults harm your pride as a fighter, or as a human, and deter you from showing them that you can kick ass. I am glad to not only have met you on the battlefield and engaged in fierce combat with you, but to have befriended someone such as yourself outside the clash of blades. So I want to thank you for being my friend."
Riven was speechless. The words that the prince uttered harbored no fraudulence. From his strong kind smile, to his truthful words, Riven was overwhelmed. Her cheeks immediately flared up, not only from the compliment to her, but the fact that it was him that gave it.
"Th-thank you, prince." Riven said sheepishly, turning away to hide the blush from the Exemplar. "…that was one of the few times someone has complimented me." he chuckled.
"Well, now I feel insulted. All those compliments I gave you before and you just honed in on this one?" he joked. Heh. Who am I kidding? There is no way the Sinister Blade could have been right about this. She just came to argue. He thought. "Now if you will excuse me, Riven. I must tend to my duties."
Riven saw the prince turn around to enter his home when something sparked within her. She began to panic as he strolled calmly across his yard. "W-wait!"
Jarvan stopped before turning around to face her. "Yes?"
"I also…wanted to thank you…for sticking up for me in the chambers. While everyone knows I could have handled it, you still involved yourself to help me." Riven explained, earning a surprised gaze from the prince.
She actually thanked me for that?! He thought. "Um…you're welcome. I guess I am glad I didn't bet anything against Ms. Du Couteau on what she said." Riven looked to him quizzically.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when I went to see the Judicator as she requested me to, Katarina was leaving her office. She kept going on about how, get this, you have a crush on me, or something like that." He snickered, attempting to make it out as a joke. "She kept on about how you would be in denial for a while, then show up to argue and then thank me for helping you, and by some miraculous point in the day, I would have had sex with you. I couldn't believe it, can you?"
Riven was silent as she had stared at the prince astonished that everything Nidalee and Miss Fortune said would happen did. She didn't have to come to thank him, nor did she have to show up to argue about the ordeal. She did it for a reason not even feasible to herself. Not to mention she did thank him AFTER he pretty much swooned her. If she was correct, he would invite her to dinner, and the night would spiral into either his or her bed.
And at this moment, it wasn't an unappealing venture.
"I can." Riven said plainly. Jarvan, hearing her response, froze up slightly.
"I'm sorry?" he said, gazing at the crimson pools of the swordswoman.
"Yeah. Doesn't sound too bad. But that depends on what you do next." Riven said, now calmly pacing to the Exemplar. "Like for instance, opening the door to your home and inviting me inside so that we may have this conversation where only you and I may hear?"
Jarvan was now growing nervous. These events were spiraling further and further into the reality depicted by the Noxian assassin, and inevitably he would have to invite the Exile to dinner. As she was approaching him, he took careful steps back, until she was directly in front of him and his back was to his door.
"So?" Riven said expectantly.
"S-soooo…The door! Right, let me just…get my keys…" Jarvan replied hastily, fidgeting within his pockets and fishing out his home keys. Promptly unlocking the door and opening it, he gestured for the Exile to enter, to which she silently and with stoic expression obliged. Once the two were inside, Jarvan shut the door behind him and tossed his keys onto the stand near the door.
"This is fairly quaint and pleasant, Jarv." Riven complimented as she inspected the room. The room was a luxurious gold and blue trimmed foyer with two staircases going to the upper levels and four doorways leading to the left and right parts of the house. The furniture mirrored the style of the room, with a set of living room furniture to the right from the door and an open space at the left. Vases filled with Demacian flowers were placed on every stand outside the single stand near the door, and a large picture of King Jarvan the First hung on the wall between the two staircases. The floors were tiled, and of simple diamond and square patterns.
"Thank you." Jarvan replied. "Well, since I was told to do so by both Kayle and Katarina-"
"Wait, Kayle? What did she have to say about this?" Riven interrupted.
"Well when I entered her office asking about the punishment she was giving me, she told me that I should ask you to dinner. That was about it." Jarvan replied. Riven's eyes widened at the revelation dawned on her. So Kayle too…
Jarvan cleared his throat nervously. "So…uh…would you care to join me for dinner tonight? If you wish not to-"
"No." Riven said abruptly, earning a shocked expression from the prince.
"Uh…really? Okay then. No dinner. Can't blame me for being rejected." Jarvan surrendered. "Well then, what do you want to do? You are free to do whatever here since I have a few things to tend to."
"How important?"
"Pardon?"
"How important are the tasks that you have to do?"
"Well, nothing to severe. Just a few papers I need signed before the end of the week."
"So you can spare an hour or two?" Riven turned, looking the Exemplar dead in the eye and walking towards him.
"…I mean, sure? What did you have-"his words were cut off as the Exile grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt and pulled him down, capturing his lips into hers tenderly. The first few seconds were filled with shock, as the gesture was almost impossible to anticipate for him, but afterwards he just flowed with it, melding himself into the kiss. After several seconds of their lips being locked, they broke apart slowly, their eyes gazing into one another as their faces were no more than a few inches from each other.
"May I ask…what that was for?" Jarvan whispered.
"I'll tell you that Sarah Fortune and Nidalee both told me that you would proceed to do everything you did when I showed up. They went into detail of how this would play out, and all but one thing would occur within the next few hours." Riven replied.
"And that one thing would be?"
"Where after dinner we would find each other under some sheets and doing things rated mature."
"So no sex?" Jarvan asked. Riven raised her eyebrow.
"Are you disappointed?" she returned.
"Can't say I wouldn't be."
"Then you will be glad to know I'm not waiting until after dinner…" Riven concluded, pulling the prince back into the lock of her lips once more. This time their connection was more fervent, as the Exile wrapped her arms from his collar to around his neck. Jarvan quickly ran his hands to her side, his palms resting on the curve above her waist. He moved his body around and pressed hers against the door, their lips still meshed against one another. Without pausing the connection, Riven reached for the clasp of her shoulder pad, unhooking it and letting it fall to the floor, signaling one of the many articles of her scrapped attire that would proceed to follow it before the two reached a mattress.
Jarvan broke the kiss with a strong gasp, pulling back slightly and looking to the Exile with longing but reluctance, a gaze Riven took note to. "You know, it is easy for someone like me to get mixed signals in regards to what you want." Jarvan implied. Riven first raised her brow in confusion to what he meant, then to what he wanted to hear.
"You're kidding, right?" Riven asked.
"If I was, I wouldn't have stopped." He replied. Riven looked down and bit her lip, the thought of actually revealing whatever she thought was affection to the prince. "I want to know how you really feel before we continue, if that is alright with you."
"It's alright…I guess I had to get to the elephant at some point." Riven assured, resting her head against the Exemplars shirt. "But only if you tell me first, since I don't know how you truly feel either, while my feelings are more or less out there."
"Seems fair enough…" Jarvan admitted. Inhaling deeply, he leaned against the door and looked up. "Where do I begin…I have always admired your strong personality?"
"Already said that." Riven called.
"Right…You have enough heart to outlast the world?"
"Already said that too." Riven chuckled.
"Okay…how about you are one of the most attractive women I have befriended in my life?" to this Riven looked up.
"That is a lot of women you are comparing me to, prince."
"It is, and I can't say that they aren't attractive either, but in the case of top beauty, I pick you."
"Any particular reason why?"
"I thought I already told you."
"You did. I just like hearing it."
"Oh so you like getting compliments?"
"I never said I didn't"
"You never said you did."
"Because I like yours the most."
"Fair enough." The two stood in relative silence for a moment.
"Do you really find me attractive?" Riven asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes."
"What…what exactly do you see in me that is attractive?"
"Well outside the already told, you have one of the most alluring figures I have seen within the league."
"But my scars…"
"Only make you into a woman that has proof she can fight anything, which to most guys is more attractive than the body."
"That is weird to say."
"But it's true. When you see the relationships that happen in the league, you notice all of them are of women who both on and off the field can beat any guy's ass back and forth from next week. I know for a fact that you could beat me out any day, which is in my opinion really hot."
"Still kind of hard to believe."
"Okay, think of Garen and Katarina. They met years ago in battle and were fiercely equal in skill. Both came out alive and without suffering more than a few cuts. On the rift, I have seen Kat give Garen an ass beating so bad I cringe to it, and vice versa on Garen's good days. The two can fight and win against one another, so they are naturally attracted. Same for Ashe and Tryndamere. He is the literal king of the barbarians, bowing his head and his temper to the love and smile of a woman with a bow made of ice. Sure, if he truly wanted to, he could kill her easily, but it is the same for Ashe, as she can pin fifteen arrows into his head before he gets the chance to blast wind at her."
"I guess I can see your point. But I need to hear the words from you about me."
"Alright." Jarvan finally looked down to the Exile with a warm smile. "If I had the choice, I would make you the next queen of Demacia. In fact, I am willing to drop all that I have for you. Because in reality, you mean a lot more to me than any friend I can ever receive or ever had. It is the greatest feeling to be your friend, Riven, but to be the man that you call yours is something I would give Runeterra for."
Riven blushed hard, finally hearing this man's confession flow into her ears like a masterpiece from the Maven. She was no longer unsure to herself if she truly had a crush on Jarvan, and was certain that she was the happiest when she could be around him.
"Damn…now I am glad I didn't bet against Sarah…" Riven whispered as she raised her arms around his neck and once again pressed her lips against his. She broke the kiss for only a moment to speak her final words. "…because now I know I want you to be mine…"
Jarvan smiled has he crashed his lips onto hers, their connection heavy and passionate. It didn't take long for the two to battle each other with their tongues. The taste of her tongue, the smell of her feminine scent, the feel of her hands roam on his body was leaving his thought process hazy and uncertain, but creating an objective that his instincts agreed with whole heartedly. To bury himself into the woman within his arms before his sanity was destroyed.
Riven fared no differently in regards to the prince. Her own senses being replaced with an indescribable need to capture this man and never release him. It took all her will to keep her mind, and her legs, from melting at the mere kiss from the Exemplar. Luckily his arms, now holding her up by the smalls of her back, was able to satiate the latter from going numb, but her mind was still a fog of lust and affection.
After a few minutes of a harsh and sloppy make out between the two, they broke apart with a gasp, collecting the air their lungs respectively pleaded for. Riven, with her mind clearing up faster than the Exemplar's, smiled devilishly as she pulled his collar while moving from under him and against the door to the couch nearby. Jarvan mindlessly followed, still in the aftershock of such a mind numbing make out. It wasn't until he felt the Exile direct him over the couch and forcibly push him onto the cushion that he regained his mentality. That recovery, however, lasted only a second as Riven nearly dropped onto his lap from above him, clawing at his silky short brown hair and reconnecting her lips to his. This time, the kiss was short, as to prevent him from losing himself, and her from growing impatient, and Riven raised herself up to look down sultrily at the prince.
"Holy…" Jarvan muttered, his breathing slightly labored as he was halfway intoxicated to such a wild make out. Riven giggled.
"Sorry about that, Jarv. Couldn't resist those lips." Riven called, her hands now resting onto his shoulders and sliding down his polo shirt. With a grip on his collar and a gesture, she signaled him to pull his arms up to remove his shirt. Once the garment was removed, she bit her lip down to see his body, a well-toned and built torso, complimented by the several scars of war that he endured. Each one telling a new story in just its appearance, and all of them sending a spark of arousal to her groins. Gods, I never thought looking at some scars would be such a turn on. She thought.
Riven moved her head down to the prince, once again hitting his lips with hers quickly before trailing kisses and licks across his face to his ear. Her hands, busy roaming the upper body of the prince, trailed lightly over his skin, halting for a second over every scar she felt she passed. Her mouth, now moving to his ear, nibbled on the lobe for a second before she stuck her tongue within his cavity. The sudden feel of her muscle dragging saliva into his ear made him flinch, but the surprise was only furthering his spiral into arousal and indecency.
"Gods…I want you so badly, Jarvan…" she whispered into his ear. Her words drew out some conscious thought from the prince, and with that, he was able to raise his hands to roam her body. Staring from her sides, his palms trailed downward until they hovered over the curve of her sides before falling further and around her to grip onto her supple rear. Riven was surprised to his forwardness, but excited to see him taking action outside his heavy breathing and stifled grunts. What also surprised her was the sudden throb of heat that rubbed against her inner thigh, and indication to the prince's arousal tenting his pants onto her.
Riven giggled once more as she felt the erection of the Exemplar prod against her leg. "Someone is excited…" she cooed.
"Nah…just a case of happy that reached south of the border…" Jarvan joked. Riven bit down on her lip and pulled away from his ear with a seductive smile. Her crimson eyes were almost like a predator stalking its prey. She slowly clamored down from his lap and kneeled in from of him, her hands dragging themselves down his bare chest and body until they reached the rim of his jeans. Quickly undoing the buckle of his belt and button, she tugged the trousers down, along with his boxers to reveal his eight inches of throbbing arousal. Releasing a breath of air, she tenderly gripped onto his cock and slowly stroked it, earning a groan of pleasure to erupt from his throat. Jarvan watched as the goddess that just a few hours ago he stood up for give him a painfully slow handjob within his home.
"It's really big…I figured your status was compensation." Riven teased, earning a chuckle from the Exemplar.
"Nope…nnngh…I don't boast what I can't back up…" Jarvan replied. Riven's smile went wider and more devilish, as she stuck her tongue out and slowly ran it over the base of his shaft. Jarvan didn't fight the moan of bliss that erupted from his throat at the feeling.
"I heard that soulmates taste better to each other than anything else." Riven began, her tongue flicking off the tip of his member. "If that is true, then it explains why your cock tastes so good…" Riven ran her tongue once more over the prince's shaft, this time going along the side and leaving kisses.
Jarvan chuckled once more. "Quite…the deviant…aren't you?" he called. Riven giggled once more.
"If there is anything you should know, is that Noxians like to take what they want if it pleases them. In this case…" Riven stroked slowly as she moved a stray bundle of hair from her face. "I want your cock…" with that, she descended onto his member, enveloping his manhood within her mouth. Her gaze never left his as she slowly went further and further down his cock.
"Oh my gods…" Jarvan moaned. The warmth of the Exiles mouth on his dick, along with the slick feel of her tongue running a rampage around his head, was bringing his mind back to the hazy state it was buried in before. This time, however, his focus wasn't her lips to his, but her lips on his erection.
Riven chuckled on his shaft, seeing the prince throw his head back in pleasure only made it more rewarding for her. As she continued her oral assault to his cock, she felt her own loins well in excitement. The musky scent emanating from the prince's crotch, along with the heavenly taste of his erection and the new sweet flavor from presumably his pre-cum, was pushing buttons and pulling strings within the Exile's mind that she hadn't discovered since now. The two met gazes once more, and with his lust filled stare, those ocean blue eyes piercing her crimson pools, her hand went from holding the hair that fell stray of her head to below her waist and ultimately onto her southern lips.
Gods he looks so hot when he's flustered…she thought. Her head never stopping its ascent and descent upon his shaft, but her hands became preoccupied with other activities, such as attempting to satiate her own arousal and fondling the prince's scrotum to further her beloved's pleasure.
"Gahhh….Shit!" Jarvan swore, as he raised his hands onto the sides of the Exile's face and began thrusting into her mouth. Riven thanked the gods that she no longer had to concern herself with his pleasure, and moved her hand from his balls to her breasts to fondle them. The two were now moaning profusely, however Jarvan's were broken by the heavy pants of air and the occasional swears, while Riven's were muffled by the current erection invading her mouth. It didn't take long before Jarvan shoved her further down his cock, the head passing the point of which it met her throat.
"Gods, your mouth is so good…! It's like it was made to suck my dick!" Jarvan moaned. The compliment, albeit obscene, made the Exile mewl in pleasure. The sound of her beloved getting off using her throat only added to the fire that was her arousal. The prince was now slamming his hips into her face, his dick scrapping along her tongue and his head punching the back of her throat. All the while she was eagerly pleasing herself, her skirt hiked up to reveal her nether lips completely soaked in desire and her breasts, still covered by her tunic, exposing the hardened nipples that she possessed. Soon Jarvan stood up from his spot on the couch, letting his pants and boxers fall fully to the floor. He continued to piston himself into the Exile's mouth, his moans growing more and more prominent along with the speed of his pumps.
"F-fuck! I'm gonna cum…!" Jarvan groaned. Riven's eyes gleamed as she removed her hands from herself and nearly latched onto his waist with her nails, pulling his hips into her and forcing himself to hilt as deep as possible.
Gods yes! Cum for me! Shoot your load down my fucking throat! She pleaded within her mind. Using her tongue to ebb the last bit of strokes, Jarvan nearly roared as his peak erupted, sending a torrent of scalding seed down her throat. The feeling of such a huge volume of his spunk sliding down her throat had her break the edge, her own climax following his. Gods I'm cumming! She mewled. Jarvan pulled her head off his spasming cock, before gripping it firmly and stroking the last of his load onto the Exile's fair and tongue.
As their respective orgasms teetered out, the two were left in a heaving mess. Jarvan's arm resting on his hip and her shoulder to keep himself standing, while Riven's eyes were rolled behind her head as her orgasm lasted longer.
"F-fuck…that was the literal best blowjob I have ever had…" Jarvan breathed, falling back onto the couch. Riven, whose orgasm had finally ended, merely leaned forward before her head, currently coated with the prince's spunk, pressed against his inner thigh. She chuckled as she gained her bearings after a short moment and looked up to him.
"You think…I am done with you?" she breathed. "I was promised…balls deep…inside me….and I plan on getting that…"
Jarvan, hearing the Exile nearly beg to be fucked senseless, felt his cock rise once more to action, this time stronger. Riven saw his dick rise and smiled.
"You think one was enough for me? Don't challenge me, woman." Jarvan called.
Riven nearly growled as she leapt from the floor back onto the Exemplar's lap. "That…is what I fucking thought." she growled. Jarvan couldn't tell if she pulled her shirt off her body or ripped it off, but when it did, it left her bandages in a messy heap on her chest as she used it to wipe the cooling spunk on her face off. With her face cleaned, the Exile tossed the soiled shirt elsewhere before launching her mouth onto his, their tongues colliding in a battle as fierce as their blades did on the rift. Jarvan gripped onto the wrappings and ripped them off, exposing her upper body with the abundant and varyingly sized scars and her supple mounds to him.
"Gods you're so fucking sexy with these scars…" Jarvan called in between kisses. Riven moaned once more at hearing his compliment. She bit down on his lip strongly as she clawed her hands through his hair. Jarvan, after being released from her teeth, sent kisses, nips and licks across her jawline and down her neck, running across her first large scar above her collarbone. The car seemed old, considering the healing of it left it completely closed. With a quick kiss and a long lick, he heard the Exile mewl in pleasure.
"You know….most couples wait until…the third date to fuck…" Jarvan joked between kisses. Riven groaned as she pulled the Exemplar from her neck.
"I don't believe I asked you to stop and chat." She warned.
"You don't get to tell me what to do." Jarvan challenged. He raised his hand up, previously resting at her side, and came down with an audible smack to her slightly exposed rear, earning a loud gasp from her.
"Oh no you didn't." she said. Jarvan merely grinned as he buried his head back into her collar and slammed his hand into her ass once again. The sting from his smack only hurt for a second, to be replaced with a euphoric rush of excitement to the ex-soldier. She couldn't resist the smile that appeared on her face.
Jarvan flung the exile off his lap and onto the couch, before nearly jumping onto her and pressing his face into the skin of her collar. Moving down, he found himself inches away from the most glorious set of breasts he could view. His mind, processing the utter beauty that was before him, only registered for him to bury one of those magnificent nipples into his mouth, and firmly grip the free breast in hand. With that objective, his body lunged at her teats, his tongue assaulting the left teat like a beast with his free hand not currently groping her ass latching onto her right.
I wanna fucking die in between these…he thought through lust filled vigor. Riven's nails were back inside his hair, clawing through his locks and scratching at his scalp. The groan that emitted from her throat rumbled down into his ears, goading him to continue.
Gods why does it feel so fucking good to have my tits attacked?! Riven scolded herself. Jarvan, after a solid three minutes of sucking, licking and biting onto the Exile's nipple, switched his spot from her left breast to her right, continuing his assault on her. It wasn't until another few moments passed to which his body urged him further into the pit of lust that was the Exile.
Releasing her mounds from his mouth, Riven groaned once more until she saw him moving further south. Oh gods…I want him to continue but I also want him to stop messing with me…she mewled. Jarvan wasted no time in gripping her skirt, currently rolled at her waist, and pull it roughly with her panties along her legs. He didn't care to remove them completely, content with leaving the garments on her left ankle and getting back to work on her body. With a majority of her skin exposed, Jarvan looked to observe the masterpiece of a woman lay before him.
"My gods, you're beautiful…" Jarvan breathed. Evidently the sudden affectionate compliment caught the Exile off guard, being a completely different pace from the previous rough foreplay, her deep blush on her otherwise tanned face being exhibit A of her newfound nervousness.
"What the hells, Jarv…you go ahead and hit me with a curve ball of a compliment like that…" she called. She couldn't help but throw her arms over her exposed body, attempting to cover up the shame that came from her embarrassment.
"But I am not lying, Riven. You are so beautiful I cannot believe even in my wildest dreams that you would be before me like this." He continued, urging the fire that was her fluster.
I want him to stop making me blush…but I want him to continue his compliments. Gods dammit, you bastard…being all sweet and kind when I want you to fuck me into stupidity…she thought. It was then that she felt his gentle hand rest onto her cheek that she returned her gaze to his. "Jarvan…" she whispered.
"This time…let me please you…" he offered. After a short pause, Riven nodded, and watched at the Exemplar slid back down to her stomach and past her navel to her waist. She had so many conflicting emotions flow through her, the nervousness that he created when he stopped being rough and turned into a kindhearted man, the frustration of her arousal having yet be fully sated, the joy that swam as butterflies in her stomach from having him above her, so many different feelings buzzed in her head and fluttered down her body. But the one she held onto was the growing attraction that seemed to forever increase as they progressed.
This was probably the point where she was certain to thank Sarah and Nidalee for proving they were right.
Jarvan moved his hands in between her legs, slowly spreading the succulent thighs that the Exile possessed and observing the lust that sheened on her skin. With painfully teasing kisses, the prince trailed down the smooth legs of the Exile, gazing into her eyes as she watched and waited for him to get to the main part. Each moment that he spent teasing her body, each moment he spent admiring just her legs and inner thighs, each moment she was left in a stupor of lust and desire was more painful than the last, as she watched his eyes and then his lips as they connected with her skin. The sensation of his lips on her inner thigh seemed like the only feeling she could fathom in her mind, and the closer his lips got to her core, the more focused she felt her mind direct itself to those lips. This teasing wasn't just a mental taunt, but a sensual burn to the white-haired ex-soldier.
Jarvan saw that she was reaching her limit of patience by the intense growl that she emitted, and decided to end his admiration to these gorgeous legs for now and focus on pleasing the woman. Sticking his tongue onto her thigh near her knee, Jarvan trailed himself to her core, leaving a long line of saliva to cool on her inner thigh, before closing his lips directly onto her love bud. Riven nearly screamed, but held her hand strongly on her lips, as the mere touch of his lips onto her bud felt like he stabbed her with electricity.
Jarvan found out that the sound of her moans was intoxicating to him, and instantly dived back into kissing and licking her snatch to draw out more moans. His tongue was nearly dancing along the sensitive southern lips of the Exile, flicking the loose outer flesh and grasping every taste of her arousal from her womanhood possible. The continued moans that left her lips was more than an incentive to continue his assault, but a command on his mentality. He wanted-no. He NEEDED to hear her voice cry out to him. He needed to hear her squeal in pleasure, to scream his name, to beg him for more.
"F-fuck! Jarvan…! Oooohh!" she mewled. Her legs locking around his head while her upper body refused to remain still, squirming and writhing intensely. Every direction his tongue fell to on her opening made her body tilt that way. Every time his lips or his tongue grazed her clit, her body shuddered violently. Her hands gripped onto whatever they could, her mind almost petrified that such a heavenly sensation would drag her into the sky to join her mind, which was buried in cloud nine. "Oh my god…I…I can't breathe…"
Jarvan was concerned at her words for a moment, until he remembered her moans were filled with so much air it was impossible for her to suffocate from a lack of it. Then again, a lot can happen when you fall into a euphoria such as sex with the one you love. Jarvan slowed his tongue down and moved to break his action to verify her safety but the strong clamp of Riven's hand onto his hair and the press of her strength burying him back into her core changed his mind.
"Don't you dare fucking stop!" she shouted. Jarvan didn't need to be told twice as he hastily wrapped his tongue into the Exile's snatch once more. This time, he stuck his tongue within her dripping folds, the muscle flailing madly inside her and tackling every corner it could.
Riven felt his tongue enter her, bringing about a sensation unlike anything else she had felt before. "Oh my god…" she mouthed, her voice caught somewhere in her throat. Her eyes rolled up behind her head as she fell back onto the cushion of the couch. Her free hand went back to grip the edge of the couch, her nails, although short, managed to impale into the leather. Her intense flailing and writhing slowed down, only to give her moans and breathing room for intensity, as her second climax approached much faster than expected after the Exemplar introduced her insides to his tongue.
"I'm gonna cum!" she screamed. If anyone was outside his manor, she knew they would hear her voice, she knew they would hear her moans of pleasure as her climax welled up faster and faster with each movement of his tongue. It wasn't until she felt his tongue merely graze onto the sweet rough spot on the roof of her insides that her walls crashed like an explosion. Her pussy, throbbing madly with delirium, spurted creamy fluid from within her and into the mouth of the prince. Jarvan immediately gripped her sides and pulled her body upward, sucking the fluid into his mouth and drinking whatever he could gather. The flavor of her climax was surprisingly sweet, tasting like cream.
As her second climax teetered down, Riven was left a panting mess, her body spasmed randomly every few seconds. If it was possible to hear the heartbeat of another person from merely listening, hers had to sound like a drum being hammered in rhythmic haste. Jarvan felt her legs go limp around his head, and releasing her body from his grip, watched as she slid down off him and onto the couch.
"Gods…you taste good…" Jarvan called with a chuckle. He crawled over to her head, but was surprised when he felt her arms throw themselves around his neck and pull him into a sloppy kiss. Wherever this burst of energy came from was a shock to him, but it didn't stop him from relishing the Exile's lips and tongue with his own for longer than the second of surprise.
"Riven…I can't hold out anymore…" Jarvan breathed, managing to pull the Exile off his lips for a second to her disapproval.
"Neither…can I…Please…" Riven whispered, pulling him back into her lips once more and tasting her climax on his lips and tongue. With their faces meshed together in a lock of lips and tongue, their bodies instinctively moved to position themselves for the main event, with Jarvan directing himself to her lower entrance and Riven using one hand to spread her lower lips while gripping a large lock of the prince's hair. Much to the truth, they wasted not a moment to begin, with Jarvan instantly sliding into the Exile. Within their kiss their breathing hitched, replaced with stifled moans as they were finally connected to one another.
"Oh…gods…" Jarvan groaned, pushing himself deeper and deeper within the Noxian. His hands moved from her sides to grasp onto her rear, pulling her body closer to him as he pushed forward. Riven's hands went from her crotch and his neck to just above his hips, pulling him closer and deeper within her. She wanted every last inch of him inside her. She needed to have ALL of him.
"So…big…" she mewled. In truth she had never felt so full to one man entering her. There have been those occasional males that she took interest into for a moment, indulging in a little heated activity before going about her life. But in this moment, all of them felt like poultry to this one man, as he dug deeper and deeper within her. She had never felt such a wondrous fullness to having sex, and she thanked the gods silently when she was reminded that this sensation belonged to the man that now was hers.
Sheathing all of his length within the Exile, Jarvan gasped at the constriction that was her insides. It was warm and tight, not to mention moist and soft. He believed that her chest was a location he was content to die in, but after feeling himself at his maximum length within her, he cursed himself for thinking so small. This was truly the best location for him, and he was more than delighted to have the Exile as his own.
"Riven…aahhhh…" he groaned, slowly pulling himself out until he was halfway within her, before pushing back into her body. His movements made her moan, her mouth wide as her voice broke past her lips. Repeating his motions, it didn't take long for him to find a steady and slow rhythm. With each thrust, he moaned with her, and with each pull he hissed and breathed. "Sweet gods…"
"Jarvan…" Riven moaned, biting down on her lips as she felt his tool slide back and forth within her. "Faster…harder…please…"she begged. The Exemplar weakly smiled to her plea, as he stopped for a moment to set himself up for the best sex he would ever have. Lifting her legs with his forearms and solidifying his stance on his knees, he gripped the Exile's rear tightly before roughly slamming himself forward.
"Aaahh…!" Riven screamed, as she felt just the one strong hit of his hips into her deepest parts force an orgasm to erupt within her. Her insides tightened like a vice on his cock, making it hard for him to move for a moment.
"Fuck…!" he groaned. With great effort, he began pumping harshly into the Noxian, the sounds of his waist and balls slapping her body resonating along with his groans and her moans. Jarvan watched himself enter and exit her in accelerated pace, watching her breasts bounce wildly up and down as he moved. He didn't know what to do beside move his hips, until his mind realized that she had two glorious mounds of flesh to molest.
Without hesitation, Jarvan moved his hand to grasp onto a bouncing mound, tugging and squeezing the orb before releasing it and giving it a strong slap. Riven cried out in pleasure to the rough hit. "Gods yes….!" She pleaded.
"Shit…I could fuck you all day, girl…you feel amazing…" Jarvan moaned, sending another slap to her chest before placing his hand back onto her rear and firmly squeezing the flesh.
"Please…fuck me…more! Gods…" she cried, her bottom lip captured in her teeth as they curled into a seductive smile. She stared into his blue eyes, the look of need written upon both their expressions as they nearly threw themselves back at each other's lips. The kiss, albeit heated, only served to muffle heir moans as Jarvan continued restlessly pumping into the Exile. Riven's hands went back into his hair, clawing through the brown locks and tugging his head into hers.
Jarvan raised the exile up with the amount of strength and focus he had not used to mercilessly thrust into Riven to stand up and walk over to the window sill of the room. Pressing her body against the curtains covering the glass, he continued to thrust into her. Riven merely wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her ankles around his waist.
"Fuck…yes…yes…yes…gods…oh…" Riven continued, as her words couldn't formulate anything besides those words to each movement of the prince's cock within her. "Don't stop…right…right…there…fuck…" she pulled herself back to the side of his head whispering. Jarvan couldn't stop his hips from moving even if his body was frozen solid, and he didn't want to either. After several minutes of slamming himself into the Exile while standing, his arms were beginning to tire. His pumps were labored and his movements sluggish, to the indication of the Noxian. After two more thrusts he stopped all together and slowly dropped the Exile to her feet. He didn't, however, expect her to tackle him to the floor roughly.
"Holy…fuck…" he breathed. Looking to Riven, he saw one of the most feral glares to come from any human he has ever known. Without a word, Riven moved herself over his cock and reinserted his erection back into her, now riding on top of him with abandon.
"Oh gods…I can't get enough of your dick…" she mewled. Her hands resting on his chest, she began grinding back and forth along his cock, the length sending buzzing waves of bliss from her core throughout her body. Jarvan could only watch as she nearly jumped on his dick repeatedly, the suction of her insides vacuuming his erection deeper into her.
"Gods, Riven…" Jarvan hissed. He felt her hand raise off his chest and grip his chin roughly.
"Shut up and kiss me…" she ordered as she leaned forward and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He could only throw his arm around the curve of her back as he returned the kiss. It didn't take long for his strength to return to him, and he began thrusting upward as the Exile bounced down, meeting her movements halfway to maximize their they continued their embrace, both below and above, the two felt their respective peaks approaching for the other.
"Riven…I'm about to…"Jarvan moaned.
"Me too! Let's…together…Jarvan!" she replied, once again latching her lips onto his. Jarvan's thrusts became more erratic and hastened, as he seized the Exile by her sides and within place as he thrusted with his remaining stamina upward. The moans they released were the only sounds within the room that they could notice. As they stared into each other's eyes at the precipice of euphoria, they smiled before mouthing the same words, their voices lost by their ecstasy.
Within seconds, Jarvan groaned loudly before burying his full length into her, the second strong torrent of cum firing from his erection into her. The sensation of him emptying himself was akin to draining all his blood from his body, while Riven, whom felt full to begin with, was being stuffed solid with his cum. The moment his searing spunk splattered against her walls, her mind went white with bliss, her own orgasm following no more than a second after his. The two shuddered violently as their orgasms emptied whatever stamina, and release they had within their bodies.
As their climaxes ended, Riven fell forward and on top of the exhausted prince, following his breathing with hers.
"Dear…gods…that was…" Jarvan panted.
"Incredible…" Riven added, earning a nod from the exemplar under her.
"Yeah…my arms…are dead right now…" Jarvan joked.
"You're in luck…my legs…are dead…" Riven followed. The two shared a weak laugh together.
"If you can get me to sit up…I can drag us to the couch…" Jarvan said. Riven nodded, and sat up to raise the prince from his back on the floor. With the little strength he had in his arms, he shoved the two of them over the carpet of the room and rested his back against the couch. It occurred to him when he made to the seat that the two had a profuse amount of sweat from both of them. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room, and while it wasn't unpleasant to the Exemplar now, he knew eventually he would have to deodorize the air.
The two sat in relative silence, only relishing the company the other provided and the high that continued to ease down. Riven shifted slightly on the prince, feeling his now flaccid member slide out of her with a slick sound. The warm climax of the Exemplar bubbled out of her in goblets, before cooling on the floor. She smiled.
"Hey…did you mean what you said?" Riven called after a long silence.
"Hmm?" Jarvan inquired, his mind fuzzy from recovery.
"When we were outside…and when we were at the door…and when we both came…did you mean those things you said?" Jarvan chuckled.
"The first and second times, I am certain I already told you those things before. As for that third one…"Jarvan said. "I do love you, Riven. While I was oblivious to your feelings before, I am certain that I can return those feelings now."
"Well…to be honest, I didn't know my own feelings until earlier. But I figured it out that I had these feelings for a while now." Riven replied, resting her head onto his chest. "There are a lot of things that I enjoy about you that I now see was the key to my attraction."
"Oh? And pray tell, what was it that made you swoon to me?" Jarvan said, his voice teasing. Riven began laughing.
"Well for one, I always admired you as a person. You aren't some pompous noble with a stick up their ass and the balls of a kitten. You fight others without selfish intent, and you always know how to make someone feel good regardless to whatever they are or wherever they came from."
Jarvan smiled. "Thank you. That means a lot to hear you-"
"That and you are like one of the more attractive males within the league." She added.
"Really? I figured the honor would go to someone like Draven or Twisted Fate, considering they're more average looking but with a better personality."
"Nah. TF is a con and Draven is so full of himself it is disgusting."
"Yeah."
After a pause, Riven continued. "I meant what I said too. That I love you."
"You didn't need to explain it. I was pretty certain to your feelings from before."
"I know…I guess I am still convincing myself about my emotions."
"I am willing to help you along with that." Jarvan suggested. Riven looked up to him to see his sinister smile. She was confused with his words until she felt a hot object touch onto her rear, and upon inspection saw his previously flaccid member once again stand.
"Oh no…not again…my legs are still sore!" Riven protested.
"That's alright. I know how to work it without you using your legs."
"What about your arms!?" Jarvan snickered before quickly smacking his hands onto her ass once more, surprising her. She yelped as he groped her rear.
"Does that answer your question?"
"You are such a perv, Jarv!" Riven complained, but the overall attention she received wasn't unwelcomed to her.
"Yeah. I guess we have a few things we need to reveal to each other." Jarvan said. "How about we talk more during dinner? I still need to take you out."
"Dinner sounds nice."
"Great."
As the two went to stand, Riven had an idea and pushed the prince back down. "Hold on big guy, I still have to make sure Kat was correct in what she told you."
"Told me? What was that?" Riven merely giggled as she moved near his ear and purred.
"Balls deep between my legs…"
