Chapter 9: Sanctuary
Riven and I had decided to keep walking during the night. Using my glove as a source of light, we eventually found our way to the star - rods on the edge of Piltover. Feeling the paved streets beneath my boots, I sighed.
"We're almost there. We may even beat the dawn." I told her, putting an arm around her waist. Unlike when I had come back from my last excursion, the night was clear. A half moon winked at us from between the sparse clouds, shining amongst the stars.
"Where do you live, Ezreal?" She asked, glancing around among the dimly lit suburbs of the city. Her high gaze told me she expected something rather extravagance; one of the taller buildings, perhaps.
"I live in Heimerdinger's Archive for now. It isn't much, but it has everything I need. Most of the time I'm out exploring anyway," I said, seeing it a few blocks down the road. I gestured to it, throwing a harmless beam of energy toward it.
"I can respect that. Before I came to the Institute, I got along with very little," she said. Her voice mixed with tones of hardiness from her military past and weariness from the length of the travels.
Nodding, I led her along the last few paces toward the archives, picking up the last few paces eagerly. Opening the door to the darkened room, I smiled, turning on the light.
"Welcome to my glorious abode." I said with a sweeping gesture. Sitting on the couch, I removed my backpack, carefully placing it on the table. Riven did the same with her things.
"I like it, Ez. I'm really glad to not have to carry this anymore though..." She said, putting her helmet beside it.
Tossing my jacket haphazardly onto an arm of the couch, I glanced at Riven with a mischievous, albeit tired, smile.
"Would you care to join me for a hot shower?" I asked, unbuttoning my shirt.
Riven stepped closer to me in response, finishing undoing my shirt, "which way?"
I removed my gauntlet, putting it carefully next to my backpack before taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom. Since the archive was originally designed only for one occasional inhabitant, the shower was small - a simple glass rectangle, really. Not that I minded.
"I guess it'll be cozy." Riven said. I kissed her chin, and knelt down, pulling her tight pants down, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach and thigh. She moaned lightly, removing her bra. I stripped and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me before Riven followed me in, pressing her breasts against my chest. I switched places with her, letting the water fall over her head and shoulders.
I grabbed the bar of soap from the shelf, rubbing it in my hands, covering my arms in suds before switching places with her again, cleaning her back, neck, and shoulders.
"Hmmm, what do we have here?" She said, tracing a hand down my stomach, touching the tip of my erect member lightly before grasping the shaft, stroking me softly beneath the cascade of water.
"That's all your fault, Riven." I said, my tone loving despite my words. I brought my soapy hands around, covering her boobs and arms in suds, even teasing her a little by tickling her underarms. I circled her nipples with a few fingers, causing them to grow erect with my touch.
"Remember before our first time, at the waterfall? I couldn't stop thinking of you naked out there. If I hadn't made the tent face away from you, I might have run out to join you." I told her, moving my hands down lightly to wash her waist and ass.
"I knew you were looking at me the whole time before. I'm surprised you didn't spy on me... Or did you?" She asked, her voice drenched in joking suspicion. I moaned reactively as she slid her hand lower, playing with my balls gently; bouncing them in her hand.
"I didn't. But I really wanted to. Mmm, that feels good, Riv. I wonder what my friends will do when they find out. Janna and Jayce said they might stop by sometime this week," I shifted places with her again, handing her the soap so she could wash me instead.
"They were always nice to me in my matches. But let's not talk about them right now." She told me as I knelt down to wash her feet and calves. She ran her hands through my long hair, massaging my scalp. It felt divine. It was clear she was very disciplined; even with something as trivial as washing my hair, her control was nearly perfect. She wove her fingers through my blonde strands, and I felt the small calluses on her palm, tokens of her military service.
"I could get used to this…" I said, standing up after finishing washing her. I handed her the soap, "your turn."
Riven took it wordlessly, smiling to me and kneeling down. Her in that position in front of me made me hard. Well, harder than I was. She looked up at me while washing me between and around my legs.
"I suppose I should help you with this. But it'll have to wait until after we're all clean…" She said, rubbing her face against the head of my member lightly. She brushed her cheek against my shaft, and then pulled back a little. Her hands moved in swift circles over my legs and calves. I decided to massage her head like she had done to me - her hair was thick, reminding me a bit of my own. Her stark white hair was something I had never seen in Piltover. The women here always dyed their hair some outlandish neon color. Or, that was the style. But Riven's fit her well; I wouldn't want it any other way. I explored the top of her head lightly. I was surprised to find a few light scars there. I'm glad I got to watch after her now.
She stood up after finishing cleaning me. I embraced her tightly, whispering, "I love you, Riven."
"I love you too, Ez. I'm exhausted. Let's sleep." She said, turning off the water. We dried off and put on a new change of undergarments before walking over to the couch, crawling under the sheets together. The hardness between my legs made me desire more, but there would be plenty of time for that tomorrow, and I was as tired as Riven was after our long walk.
The sun woke me, like it always does. I caught myself glancing at the clock before realizing that I had a guest. I smiled, rubbing her arm softly.
She groaned before opening her eyes warmly, then she frowned.
"Ez… I hope maybe we can get a bed instead of a couch soon." she said.
"I'm just glad you're here. Let me give you a tour of the place," I told her. She sat up, her boobs bouncing lightly in the bra she wore. I gave her a mischievous look.
"Actually, maybe that can wait." I said, pulling the covers back and kissing her. She reacted eagerly, her legs and arms wrapping around me enthusiastically.
I shifted us around, so that I was under her, and I took off her bra. She adjusted herself to sit on one side of me before slipping off her panties, putting them next to my face with a grin. I smiled and slid my boxers off.
"Here, I want to try something…" I said. "Play with me first."
She obliged me, teasing my member from semi-erection with her hands. Straddling me, she moved upward, so that her slit was close to my balls. Reaching down, I teased her clit with my fingers, circling the nub of flesh. She cooed.
"Alright, now try rubbing my shaft with your lovely flower." I said, holding her hips strongly, moving her up and down along my member. Understanding, she looked into my eyes lustfully, spreading her pussy lips with her index and middle fingers before moving back and forth.
"Ez, this feels good. You're such a pervert; only you would think of this." She said, reaching the head of my cock, where she moved her hips in a circular motion, coating it in her love juices. She pulled back, rubbing her pussy against my balls for a few seconds before moving up again.
Our eyes locked. The light filtering through the partially open window reflected in her eyes and hair. She was beautiful, like always. I knew I had to do everything I could to find a place for her in Piltover.
"Ready?" She asked me, caressing my cheek. I nodded, and she adjusted herself, impaling herself on my cock. She was really wet; with only the barest bit of friction, she slid in all the way to my balls and started moving back and forth.
Ugh, I don't know if I could ever get used to that feeling. I didn't believe in the Gods, but Riven's vagina was like some sort of mythic creation. It hugged me in all the right ways, and I had no trouble finding her special spot in almost any position. Her ass bounced slightly as she fucked me. Drawing my hands upward, I trailed my fingertips gingerly over her nipple, eliciting a moan. From there, I traced along the veins in her neck, the line of her jaw, and then around her mouth teasingly. We slowed our pace, and I pushed in, holding myself against her spot for a few moments.
She kissed my fingers, sucking a few into her mouth lightly, circling them with her tongue. Riven pushed one of them out, just focusing on my index finger, suggestively suckling it.
I felt my balls tensing up under her, and I could feel her trembling as well.
I slid my finger out of her mouth, and she said, "Cum with me, Ez."
She groaned loudly, and together we sunk into the throes of passion together. My dick pulsated strongly inside of her as her walls shivered around my shaft. I faded into a dreamlike state.
The drops of sweat between Riven's breasts fell slowly, reflecting the sunlight like the scintillating facets of a cut gem. Somehow it felt like time had stopped, and Riven and I had left our bodies. Like I had touched her soul.
I drifted back into consciousness; Riven lie naked next to me, hugging me warmly. I loved all of her; it seemed like she belonged next to me. I could get used to her boobs rubbing against my arms and chest as we slept…
"I love you, Riv." I said, kissing her suddenly. She was a bit surprised, but reacted with passion.
"Here, let's get up and I'll introduce you to my friends."
Realizing she had no clean clothes, I decided to let her try on some of mine. We were actually about the same size, but my shirts were kind of short on her because of her assets, so she showed a little midriff. I tickled her there and she poked me.
"Stop, I'm ticklish." She said. I laughed and logged that away for later.
I held her hand, and together we walked out of the door, to greet Piltover as a couple for the first time.