Sona's POV:
Irelia guided my hand to her swollen rear while our tongues danced between locked lips. Her fingers running through my hair while our breasts pressed together. She told me to lay down and I did just that. She straddled my waist and found my nipples between teeth and fingers.
Irelia calmly circled her tongue around a salmon peak, teeth meeting together with a firm nipple between while fingers had its twin tweaking between digits. I felt her warm breath against my bosom as she traversed to the other breast, catching it's nipple in her mouth as her tongue ran laps around it, her fingers tweaking it's wet partner to equal attention.
She withdrew her mouth, her eyes locked onto my bosom while her hands grabbed the orbs on my chest, squeezing and kneading my breasts while licking her lips.
"You have a lovely bosom." she spoke in a dominant yet calming tone, reassuring me that she was the instructor of this 'lesson' I had been invited to attend.
She kissed between my breasts, traversing down my cleavage with satin kisses as she met my navel. She circled the button, her tongue dragging down as it reached past my waist and at my hips. I bit my lip, the Ionian skipping across my womanhood as she kissed down my right leg with her hands following. She came to my foot, kissing it's instep before she moved back up her trail of kisses.
I held my breath; her tongue ran a lap around my sex, teasing me as she left me a sense of helplessness, going down my left leg as she calmy mirrored the actions she did to the right. Minutes passed by but I swore they could've been hours. Irelia was finally between my thighs, her tongue running slow and soft laps around my sex which dripped impatiently.
I shuddered; the slightly-foreign feeling of her thumbs spreading my southern lips surprised me, as if her foreplay had made starve for her touch. I closed my eyes, my lower lip trapped between white teeth while I felt two fingers push in. I'd moan if it were possible, her pair of digits shallowly entering before pulling out, looping it's actions with the occasional curling of the fingertips.
I felt her hot breath close in as my ears were ringing, her lips on my lovebud while she succulently sucked on it with her fingers pushing deeper. She bit on my clitoris; I arched my back before falling back down, her fingers pushing in deep while her tongue flickered against my bundled nerves of pleasure. My hips spawned actions of their own, rocking against the thrusting rhythm of Irelia's fingers which only proved to be quicker than before.
She sped up, swift, fierce thrusts which caused my breasts to ricochet while I ride on her pumping fingers. I curled my toes, writhing and twisting in spot while my quivering legs struggled to close around her head. The Ionian gave a strong, yet soft bite on my lovebud, immediately followed by my sex squirting juices upon her face as I shuddered a moan through my body.
I felt her fingers pull out but her tongue remain, her tasting-muscle eliciting twitches from my sensitive post-climax womanhood as she lapped juices like a thirsty dog. My legs went limp as my thighs unclosed around her head, my chest heaving while I watched the Ionian with her own fingers between her sucking lips. The womanly moans of sexual climax and fingers thrusting in wet sex became the ambiance of the scene. An aura of faint yet not-faint moans surrounding us.
Irelia's POV:
Sona straddled my waist, her blue hair draping over us like a curtain while our lips connect, her taste on my lips as she moaned in my mouth. Her fingers ran down my body, digits against my womanhood while she moved to my ear, teeth gently nibbling on it's lobe while her string-pulling fingers began to please.
"Mm..." I moaned, her middle finger entering my soaked cavern while her palm graze against my lovebud. Slow insertions were made, pushing the single digit deep before withdrawing it barely halfway, abruptly thrusting again.
She pushed a second finger in, shifting her fingers so her thumb rest against my clitoris. As her ring and middle finger thrust deep lunges while her thumb slowly rotate against my lovebud, my moans escaped my lips with mild excitement.
"Come on Sona, make me come."
A smile drew upon her face, our little support who appeared the innocent busty-maven was truly a sex-craving beast that wished to endeavour in the arts like Ahri.
"Fuck!" a shrill gasp escaped my lips as a powerful and vigorous thrust bounced my breasts in ricochet to it's force. Sona's thrusts became rejuvenated and vehement thrusts that tapped pleasure against my walls which hugged her long, deft digits.
"U-ugh!" I shuddered, my hips bucking in their own wish as I rode the maven's fingers, her lips on my breasts with her tongue circling a nipple while her hand came to tweak the other. Her attention to detail was magnificent.
I felt surging ecstasy ride through my nerves, it's power making me curl my toes and close my eyes as juices squirting from my womanhood. My come jetting against the fierce thrusts of Sona which wetted her arm. But she used the moist landscape to her advantage, continuing to thrust her sore arm which elicited untamed moans as a second coming of climax approached.
"Oh-fuck!" The words left my mouth magically, as if I didn't even had control of myself. An ocean of pleasured washed over my nerves as I felt dizzy and not-in-my-body. The Maven sucking the tips of her fingers like a camel drinking water.
"Come here." I asked of the Maven, our breasts pressed together as our lips locked, the taste of my double-climax rose on my taste buds while our tongues danced.