I cannot believe it.

I am shaking… no… trembling with frustration. Of all the people to get in the way of my fun… out of all possible interruptions at this ungodly hour… of course it would be none other than… her.

Did I ever happen to mention just how much I hate-

"Lux," I curse softly under my breath, all the while struggling to retain some semblance of composure. No matter how hard I try though, I cannot seem to stop my teeth from grinding or my gaze from darting about, hesitating between the doorway on my left… and the rather thick, sopping wet manhood throbbing to my right, fully engorged and ticking with every pulse of blood like the second hand of a clock. I can feel Talon's heat – raw and unabated – bubbling against my cheek… almost taste the aroma of his seed on the tip of my-

Oh dear.

Focus, you stupid girl! Focus.

"What is she doing here?" Dizzy and flustered, I gather my wits about myself as best as I can, casting a furtive glance up at Talon. His eyes are closed and his face is planted squarely in his palm, fingers pinching at his temples. The consternation creasing his otherwise impenetrable features is almost palpable at this point, to say the least.

"It's… kind of a long story," he exhales softly before those golden eyes of his alight upon my brow, firing yet another warm chill down the back of my spine. How a simple glance does that to me every time I will never understand. His hand wraps around the end of my leash and I feel myself being drawn in between his legs once more. "Lux and I… we sort of have a history."

A knot forms in my throat and all of a sudden the collar cinched around it seems to grow just a teensy bit tighter.

A…history?

With her, of all people?

I will spare you the details, but suffice to say the images populating my imagination at the moment are not ones I care to remember for long. I glance up at Talon again, my sapphire gaze narrowing with uneasiness. What possible sort of relationship could a man like this have with that bubbly, blonde little airhead? They have nothing in common. Nothing. He is a Noxian assassin for god's sake… a dangerous and darkly magnificent, perfect specimen of a man. And she… she is-

Oh!

Oh.

Realization hits me rather hard… and it feels oddly like someone punched my heart into the pit of my stomach. The man Lux was describing earlier in our… relationship conversation… the one I prodded her to go run and confess her love to. She was talking about Talon, wasn't she?

M-m…merde!

I want to pry further. I want to know why…. how such a relationship could have possibly come to fruition… but…

No.

It honestly makes no difference to me any more. Who he has been with in the past is none of my concern. After finding the courage to embrace these thoughts and desires… after finding that strength within myself… I am now here with Talon – in his bedroom and at his feet. I am. Not Lux.

"Never mind then," I purr softly, in the most sinful tone that I can muster. With a sigh and a smirk I move to nuzzle Talon's cock against my cheek, wrapping my slender fingers around the base and stroking his length from bottom to top. My thumb moves to tease his head and with a single nail I begin to toy with a bead of precum glistening on his tip. It is surprisingly cool to the touch… all of a sudden I have this urge to lick my fingers clean. "I could care less about her." I slide my lips down his inner thigh, doling out a string of kisses along the crease of sinews in his quadriceps. These machinations draw a sharp groan from Talon's lips; I think together we have forgotten all about that little blonde witch standing on the other side of the door. There is absolutely nothing Lux can say right now… nothing she could do that would divert my attention anywhere else but here, lavishing Talon's manhood with wanton, ravenous affection.

"Fiora," Talon manages to call out my name in a hoarse whisper, the pads of his fingers digging into my dark tresses. I am only able to moan back at this point as the tip of my tongue flickers across his sack. "Wait…" he whispers softly through a stifled groan. I slide my tongue upwards along the bottom of his throbbing shaft as another moan escapes my lips in response. What is he going on about now? I grunt and shake my head slowly as my lips fully envelop his head once more, suckling every last drop of his seed while using my teeth to rake the flared ridge of his sensitive crown.

"Fiora… did you… lock the door?"

"I'm coming in!" Lux lilts in that sugary tone of hers and with little more than a half-hearted creak the door to Talon's room swings wide open. It takes a moment for me to register what has just happened behind me, but when I finally do, my eyes go wide and I pause to spit Talon out in mid stroke, nearly gagging on his length in the process.

"L-Lux!" I shriek at the top of my lungs as I wheel about and topple over, crossing my arms tightly across my breasts. Before I know it I am backpedalling between Talon's legs, not stopping until I feel his cock prodding my back and smearing his sticky, wet warmth all along my shoulder blades. I hug myself and shrink behind his thigh in a feeble attempt to hide my nakedness from Lux's view, though really that should be the least of my worries right now. At the moment I am in a rather… unbecoming position, as it were: on my knees and between his legs, with little more than a pet collar buckled around my neck and several thin slivers of cum dribbling down my chin.

Somebody kill me.

"Lux… t-this… this is not… what it-"

Oh who I am kidding? This is exactly what it looks like.

My stammering falters when she locks gazes with me, her bright cyan eyes scouring my blushing body from top to bottom. Lux is wrapped in a long and flimsy cloak, the dark material rather pearlescent, much like the feathers of a raven's coat. In contrast her skin seems frighteningly pale against that indigo cloth, almost as if she were carved entirely out of porcelain. Her head cocks slightly to the side now, causing those platinum tresses of hers to slide across her eye line… and yet her seemingly blank expression never changes. I open my mouth to say something – anything – but I cannot seem to form any words, much less a coherent sentence. What could I possibly say that would diffuse this situation anyway?

My lips part slowly but falter again, not because of her gaze though. No, what rattles my nerves this time is set slightly lower on that prim little face of hers. At the moment her lips seem to be curving… upwards… ever so slightly, into the vague semblance of a playful if somewhat subtle grin.

Why is Lux smiling?

"Fiora!" the blonde firecracker warbles at the top of her lungs. With an ear-splitting giggle she launches herself at me, practically flinging the weight of her entire body around my poor neck. I stiffen at her contact, frozen in place and embarrassed beyond action. Lux smothers me with such force that I cannot stop myself from toppling over and smacking my head against Talon's abdomen. Dumbfounded, I crane my gaze upwards at him. I do not know whether to feel embarrassed, afraid, ashamed or… relieved?

"W-what are you-" Before I can complete my sentence Lux gives me another vice-like hug, squashing the air from my lungs in one fell swoop and nearly deflating me like a balloon. I am now rather keenly aware of the fact that her breasts are pressing firmly against mine, the fabric between us doing little to dampen all of the interesting sensations dancing down my body. God… I must be redder than a tomato. I can feel her nipples poking me now, their soft outlines clearly visible under that flimsy cloak she has on. Apparently what she lacks in size Lux seems to make up for in perkiness…

Just kill me. Now.

"Fiora," Lux giggles again, nuzzling my crimson-stained cheeks with hers. If I were to blush any harder I would probably pass out. "Why didn't you tell me… you were also Talon's pet?"

"Lux," Talon hisses from between clenched teeth. "Enough."

"We can be sisters!" She continues to ramble on despite Talon's interjection, her body still pressed up against mine. My gaze darts between the two of them now as I try to shrink away from her touch, though there is nowhere to go really… seeing as how we are currently both trapped between Talon's muscular, naked thighs anyway.

"A-absolutely not!" I stammer finally, turning to face this… this blonde harlot with my gaze narrowed. "W-what… what the hell do you even-" She cuts me off in midsentence. I cannot believe what happens next.

Lux is kissing me.

Not an innocent little peck on the cheek or a fleeting brush of skin. No, no. This kiss is wet. This kiss is messy. With a soft yet yearning insistence this kiss threatens to suck the very air that I breathe right out of my lungs. Her velvet tongue dances inside of my mouth, exploring every corner as I feel myself sinking backwards, like a stone caught underwater. I am frozen in place, stunned beyond action… my eyes are as wide as dinner plates. I want to make a noise – to protest – but instead the only thing to pass from my lips sounds more like a whimper… a lustful moan of resignation… than any sort of complaint. The heat is too much. I am ashamed at my body's response to her touch, ashamed at the way my chest heaves and the curve of my navel trembles. My nipples are swollen and erect… and my lips (both up here and… down there…) are flush and slick. And just when I feel as though I can take no more, and I am on the verge of losing my very grip on reality… Lux releases me.

"Fiora…"

She wipes her chin with the back of her wrist, licking the saliva from her lips with a casual flick of her pink, fleshy tongue. Again I try to make a sound, but now… even a moan is beyond my reach. With a wistful little smile Lux glances at me, saddling me with those pearly blue eyes of hers.

"Why can't we all just play together?"

Her smile is so seductive. I cannot believe I had never noticed it before. Why is my heart beating so fast? God… why? I lean back slowly, only to smack my head against Talon's sinewy midsection one more time. My bleary gaze cranes skyward to meet his eyes, to find solace in those darkly dangerous, smoldering amber orbs of his. I can feel tears forming at the corners of my eyelids now, too. Warm and damp. These are not tears of sadness I think, or of happiness for that matter. No… I am sure of it now. These tears are born of one thing and one thing alone. Just the thought is enough to scare me more than anything that has ever frightened me in my entire life. Because you see…

These are tears… of…

Desire.