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A Thorny Intercept
Soraka had finally made it.
The dense jungles of Ixtal loomed below her vantage point in the Kaluga Mountains. The canopy was so impenetrable that not even a single ray of Sun made it through to the gloomy jungle beneath. The light seemed to merely glance off the tops of the trees, warping the humidity into what looked like an ocean swirling above the leaves. Soraka's excellent ears listened for all types of creatures singing and calling throughout the green carpet below, exciting her at the prospect of seeing new species. Hoots and chirps echoed against the rocky mountain's face while deep rumbles vibrated up through the earth.
Her home on Mount Targon was a beautiful place, but not a very active one. They had goats, yaks, and maybe a few birds of prey, but nothing close to what even a foot of Ixtal offered. She yearned to explore the underbrush, to see what kind of magic the creatures at the antipode of her home wielded. As a healer, a giver, nothing piqued her interest more than other living things.
Of course, her real purpose at the edge of Ixtal was more political. She had been sent as an emissary to the Empress Qiyana, the ruler of the Hidden City, Ixaocan. Targon needed new connections, as the seemingly endless war between Demacia and Noxus had crippled trade routes. The humility of the Targonian people was deep, but even they needed food and supplies.
A stiff breeze threatened to push Soraka off the ledge. Had her hooves not been designed to navigate even the steepest mountains, she would have certainly fallen to her death below. The cliff was probably 800 units tall, big enough to fit even the largest Noxian spire. She tentatively peered out over the edge, looking down into the humid murk of the tropical forest.
There were two ways to reach her destination. The path behind her that led down the slope would add days to her trip. It was meant for humans, wagons, and anything without wings, and it dipped and wound throughout the softest valleys possible. While she would have loved to see the South Noxian countryside, her fervor to reach the gates of Ixaocan, the Hidden City of Ixtal, was too immense to ignore. She had her duty, her purpose for being there of course, but the last several days of her trip had aroused a strange sort of pressing urge to move forward, and as quickly as possible. It was as if the jungle, the wind from the south, was calling to her, welcoming her into the fold of the vines.
The second possible route would leave her at the edge of Ixtal by nightfall. With the deftness of her hooves, Soraka didn't need wings or any human contraption to navigate the cliff. Instead, her plan was to slowly edge along the face of the rock, sliding down several feet at a time until she could make it to the much smoother slope at the bottom. With only a single pack on her back, the odds of her slipping were extremely low. In fact, she regularly navigated much steeper cliffsides as a shortcut to her temple back in Targon.
"For Targon, for my people," she said, taking a deep breathe. And for more, she thought to herself.
With a cautious first foot, Soraka slid her hoof alongside the rock face until she felt it catch on a small ledge. The first few steps were always the hardest, when she was unsure of the nature of the material. She took another step down, letting her body press against the side of the mountain. Step by step, Soraka eased herself lower into the waiting green abyss below. The Sun was hidden by the western range of the mountains, and so despite it being only the late afternoon, dusk was piling in quickly. She would have to reach the slope before nightfall, or risk navigating the cliff in the dark.
Minutes went by in a sort of trance, as she hopped from one crevice in the wall to the next, delicately navigating even the smallest outcrop of rock for support. Only mountain goats were capable of such feats, and even they might have balked at her task.
After nearly an hour of the descent, Soraka paused to catch her breath and assess her progress. It was well into dusk, the climb having been more tedious than she initially imagined. The sounds of the jungle below were much louder now, and much different. The caws and hoots of the daytime beasts had changed to hisses and groans. Insects chirped and buzzed loudly like white noise, masking the sinister sounds of predator hunting prey.
There was still at least another half hour of climbing. The rock formations below her jutted out like ledges, and while they made a good place to stand, getting down under them without falling was going to be extremely difficult. There was no way for her retrace and choose another path, so Soraka would have to hope she could swing her body down at an angle and catch whatever she could with her hooves.
With another deep sigh and the wipe of her brow, she laid down against the flat of the overhang, holding onto the brush growing in between the cracks. Shimmying down slowly, she felt her legs dangle in the air. There was still another 50 or so units to go until the top of jungle canopy below, and so a single misstep would likely cost her life.
"Ghh, come on," she muttered, swinging her legs around to feel for the wall. Her forearms were the only thing left holding her to the rock, the thick brush supporting the majority of her weight, though she didn't weigh very much. Finally, Soraka felt the tip of her hoof clack against the brittle stone underneath. It seemed to be flakier than the rock of the overhang, feeling more like shale than the hard granite she had so far been accustomed to.
Panting at the exertion of the climb, she carefully released the plants and hung on to the edge with only her fingertips. With one final swing, she hurled her body at the wall underneath, praying to the Sun and the Stars that her luck would hold out.
Soraka slammed into the rock, and at first it seemed to hold her weight. Her hooves dug into the steep crevices, searching for a stable foothold, but no sooner had she balanced herself, than the rock gave way. The shale fractured and crumbled easily, and with nothing to hold onto, Soraka tumbled off the side of the mountain.
Time seemed to slow down around her. It felt as though she could see every tree, every leaf in the jungle below. Her vision and senses sharpened instantly, making the sensation of falling feel as though she were merely floating. Soraka felt like she would pass out before she could even hit the ground, though she thought that was probably for the best. A scream caught in her throat as the forest became increasingly clearer. The canopy was only a few feet away, then inches, and then she hit it.
Leaves and brush ripped at her clothes, tearing the pack from her back and shredding her tunic into pieces. She grunted in pain as vines from the trees seemed to grab at her, yanking at her arms, wrapping around her legs, and sliding across her exposed flesh. She could barely process what was happening through the darkness of the jungle interior, but it seemed that the underbrush was slowing her fall considerably, faster than Soraka expected.
She fell hard into the mud with a loud yelp. Somehow, she was alive and uninjured. Soraka searched her body, feeling for any wounds, though through her healing abilities would have intrinsically known if anything was seriously damaged. She had a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing that couldn't be healed on her journey.
Her clothing was another story. The traveling tunic she wore was torn to shreds. Her right breast was fully exposed, while a long gash ran from the left armpit back down to the bottom of her right leg. The silky fabric slumped dejectedly in the mud.
The mud!
Soraka frantically wielded around, searching for her pack. Without the letter from Empress Qiyana, she would not be permitted anywhere neat the Hidden City. Only those with explicit permission were allowed to enter, and given her standing as both a celestial and emissary of Targon, it was critical she find it before shaming herself at their gates.
"Oh please, oh please be around here," she muttered to herself, stumbling through the muddy ground. Her eyes were already adjusting to the dim light of the jungle floor. Brilliant blue mushrooms glowed softly in the evening air while fireflies sparkled with exuberance at their chance to mate.
"My oh my, someone is in a hurry," came a mocking voice that twisted and lilted like ivy climbing a tree.
Soraka jumped back, startled at the voice. Her horn pulsed brightly out of reflex, ready for potential confrontation.
"W-who is there?" she called.
"Whatever is the rush darling? You just got here," the voice cooed. A pair of long slender legs stepped carefully out into the light, almost seeming to pull themselves from the surrounding brush.
A tall woman with light green skin stood before the patch of mud. Her hair was almost as long as Soraka's, and she wore nothing except for an ever-shifting cover of leaves. They seemed to breathe and grow as they wrapped around the woman's skin. Her eyes were like red coals in the dim light, pulsing with energy despite the near perfect camouflage.
Soraka kicked back, eager to put distance between her and the strange woman. She didn't know whether she was friend or foe, and she couldn't take any chances. Her abilities were much better suited to acting as a conduit of powers more direct than hers. She could heal and transfer health near limitlessly, from the tiniest of organisms to the Stars themselves, but solo combat was impossible for her.
Fool I am, she thought to herself. I should have brought a companion.
"I am Soraka the Starchild of Mount Targon," she announced. "I have come to seek an audience with Empress Qiyana of Ixtal."
Soraka paused, expecting a response. Instead, the woman continued to stare her down, smirking as casually as if they were sharing a meal.
"With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?" she asked again, positioning herself in a way that might allow her to run. She was lucky she didn't break any bones.
"Zyra," the woman answered. "But you're a very long way away from Targon. Surely you have some proof."
Soraka balked, glancing around in the mud once more for a sign of her pack. It should have fallen right where she landed, in fact she was almost certain she remembered seeing it right as she hit the ground.
"Yes, of course I do," she lied. "I was sent as an emissary for trade negotiations." Soraka did not like lying at all, but she didn't see much of a choice.
"And may I see it?" Zyra asked, calling her bluff.
Soraka cleared her throat, looking up, pretending to be distracted. "Well, you know...I do not know who you are, so that seems—"
"Sorry dear, but I believe that's my line," Zyra laughed mockingly. "I take it as a no?"
"No!" Soraka yelled. "I mean, yes! No, I mean, ugh!" she said. "It is in my pack, I promise! I just do not know where it is, you see I fell through the trees, well, really I was climbing, and then I slipped just up there," she continued, pointing aimlessly upwards. "And then by the time I knew what was happening, I was falling through the air like a rock, and when I hit the trees—"
"So, the answer is no, then," Zyra said, interrupting again.
"It is not the answer!" Soraka replied, defiantly. "And if you would let me finish, I could—"
"Anger too?" Zyra flashed her a mischievous smile and waved her hand over the ground, twisting it in an upwards motion.
Suddenly, all around Soraka, the earth seemed to come to life. Vines and brambles twisted up faster than she could react. They snaked around her arms and legs, binding her in place, while underneath her, a large bed of woody branches pressed up against her back, raising her a few feet off the ground. Soraka gasped and struggled against her bindings, but they only seemed to grow tighter around her limbs, forcing her to go limp.
"H-hey! Cease! I am an emissary from Mount Targon, you are violating sacred laws!"
"Is that so?" Zyra said. "But you see, I have no proof of your claimed title, so to me you are a trespasser among many in my territory."
The woman stalked over to Soraka's elevated body, peering down at her with a sort of gleeful hunger. She traced her hand all alongside the edge of the wood, and where she touched, small orange flowers bloomed in response. The smell of them wafted over Soraka, intoxicating her in a strange sort of trance. It was exactly the same feeling that had driven her to take such a risky route to the jungle's edge. It felt as though someone was urging her along, forcing her to go further down the path.
"What are you doing to me," she said, her speech slightly slurred.
The tips of Zyra's finger retraced the wood, this time following the curvature of Soraka's hips. Her sharp nails just barely grazed Soraka's exposed flesh, and when she reached the top, her hand reached out to pinch at an exposed nipple.
"Aah! What are you doing?" the bound Starchild asked. "You must release me, and if you can just help me find my pack, I can prove to you my position, please." She was beginning to plead with the strange woman.
"I don't think you quite understand the position you're in," Zyra taunted.
Soraka squirmed under her gaze. She was staring at her exposed skin, staring at it like she wanted to eat her. The flowers around her were making it difficult to resist. That familiar urge was back and more powerful than ever. It made Soraka think for just a moment that she wanted to be eaten, that she wanted the strange woman to see more of her body. She shook the idea from her head, blushing deeply at the thought of it.
"Oh?" Zyra laughed. "Perhaps I was wrong. It seems you know exactly the position you're in." She reached out another hand and once again commanded the vines to move. Rather than moving on their own, they appeared to be extensions of the plant-covered woman herself. This time, sharp thorns lashed out at Soraka's body, ripping off what little remained of her tunic.
Soraka's naked body was completely exposed. The muggy humidity of the forest clung to her body, covering her in an oily gleam. Sweat dripped down her body, everywhere from her neck to her thighs, but only part of that was due to the heat. She was scared, of course, but excited too. Her full chest heaved in the dim light as she panted under the woman's gaze.
Zyra licked her lips hungrily, using both hands to explore Soraka's soft skin. She pulled and twisted on her purple nipples, roughly groping her breasts out of pure lust. The vines that held Soraka's limbs to the wooden slab grew branches that slid across her body, circling her breasts and nipping her skin with small pricks. As quickly as they administered punishment, they just as soon caressed her body in just the right ways, almost seeming to know exactly what part of her wanted to be touched. One moment they were twisting at her nipple, the next they were massaging the small of her back.
For Soraka, the pain quickly transformed into muted pleasure. At first, she resisted, kicking fruitlessly against her restraints and refusing to meet the eyes of her capturer, but the attention from the woman was too much. Her nipples were swollen with pleasure and her tits were red from being handled so roughly.
Zyra too was breathing heavily. The leaves that wrapped around her body were peeling apart, exposing the supple naked flesh of her green skin. While her breasts weren't as large as Soraka's they were shapely and well-rounded. Her nipples were light, almost to the point of being invisible except for how they stood out at attention. The spot between her legs gleamed especially bright in the dim light. Though she created the flowers used to intoxicate Soraka, it seemed Zyra was equally affected by their strength.
The woman stepped closer to Soraka's wriggling body, peering deeply into her with those glowing red eyes. She lifted her leg up and set her foot down on the other side of Soraka's head, presenting to her for the first time the dripping pussy she had been hiding. She had long flowery lips, much like the plants used to intoxicate her. Sticky, creamy pussy juice dripped slowly out of her hole like nectar.
The scent that filled Soraka's nose was unlike anything she had ever encountered, and certainly stronger than her own. It seemed to wash over her, strong and musky. It was all Soraka could do to not reach her tongue out and taste her, and by the Stars she wanted to. The vines that constrained her were practically pulsing with sexual energy, tightening and loosening, rubbing against her like they needed to climax as well.
Some of the vines reached up off of Soraka's body and began to massage Zyra's abdomen, just inches away from her face. It squeezed and pulled her pussy mound, teasing everything but her clit or hole. It seemed the woman knew exactly how to pleasure herself and was not new to doing so with her vines.
"Hnnng," Zyra moaned as the vines began edging inwards towards her throbbing clit. Her pussy dripped again, but this time a small leaf caught it and brought it directly to Soraka's mouth. "Taste it," Zyra half commanded, half sighed.
Had she been in her right mind, Soraka would have refused. Instead, she immediately opened her mouth to accept the cum, letting the top of the leaf press Zyra's pussy juice against her tongue. It tasted exactly as it smelled, musky, strong, and with slightest hint of sweetness. Soraka couldn't help but gently buck her hips against her constraints as she swirled it around in her mouth. The two of them stared intensely into each other's eyes, both turned on at what she had just done.
"Who knew you'd react so strongly to my pheromones," Zyra said, panting. The vines continued to massage and pull at her clit, squeezing it and rubbing against it with increasing pressure.
Soraka could barely respond, her mind forcing her to focus all attention on the pussy displayed so openly above her. "I couldn't—nggh—help it," she moaned.
Another vine, this one thicker but duller than the others snaked out from behind Zyra. It moved down her back and slowly curled between her cheeks, momentarily pressing against the woman's asshole before plunging without warning into her drooling pussy.
"Nnngghuuh," Zyra grunted animalistically. It seemed even she wasn't prepared for intense pleasure of having her hole spread open so suddenly. She instinctively ground her hips against the head of the vine, forcing it deeper before pulling it out, only to put it back in. Again and again Zyra fucked her pussy right in front of Soraka's face, practically taunting her with pleasure.
"Please…" Soraka begged. "I need it too…" Her mouth was open, hungrily waiting for more of Zyra's pussy juice.
"What do you need," Zyra breathed, still drilling her hole with the thick vine.
"It," Soraka whined. "It, I need it…"
"Say it, I want to hear you say the words." Cum leaked out from her hole all over Soraka's naked chest. "Say them or I will leave you like this."
Soraka blushed deeply, her own pussy having created a puddle of juice between her legs as well. "I-I need to taste you," she said, softly.
"Is that it?" Zyra said, questioning her.
The vines tightened around Soraka once more, pressing her to the wood, but this time they began to massage her inner thighs and mound. Just as they had done to Zyra, they squeezed and pulled at her pussy lips, stroking her clit through indirect contact. Soraka arched her back and jerked against her restraints, desperate to feel the touch against her aroused clit.
"What else do you need?" Zyra panted, watching her squirm with pleasure underneath.
"Nngggh," Soraka managed. "I need—hnng—I need to be fucked too, please…"
Zyra increased the pace of the vine in her pussy, forcing it to rub against the roof of her vagina harder than before. Her eyes seemed hazy, almost like she was in a trance from the pleasure her body was receiving. The other end of the vine detached itself from the ground and formed into the same dull shape, this time sliding up Soraka's spread legs.
"Please—" Soraka started to say, but before she could finish, the head of the vine rubbed against her open hole, teasing the entrance to her pussy. "Hnnng…" she moaned.
Zyra smiled down at her, still bucking her hips wildly. "How about…we give you a better view," she said in between breathes. Letting the vine slip out of her pussy, she climbed atop Soraka, pressing her asshole and leaking pussy directly against her nose and mouth.
Immediately, Soraka inhaled deeply and darted her tongue out to taste, slurping up the excess juices from her masturbation. The pheromones were even stronger up close, and she wasted no time in kissing and sucking on Zyra's swollen lips. Her tongue explored feverishly, licking and slurping up everything it found. Soraka could feel her nipples pressed against the woman's soft belly.
"Hhhnng, oh fuck," Zyra said, twitching against the new sensation on her pussy. She began grinding her hips on Soraka's face, coating her in cum and musk. "Such a good pussy eater, aren't you?"
Soraka mumbled something incoherent, completely overcome with lust. Her pussy leaked everywhere, inviting the dull vine teasing her clit to fuck her hard. It tapped itself against her clit a few times before plunging straight into her begging hole, much deeper than it had in Zyra.
Zyra spread Soraka's pussy lips, watching intently as her vine fucked the light purple hole. The two entered a rhythm together, Soraka bucking against the vine splitting open her pussy and Zyra grinding her sticky pussy all over her face. The restraints holding Soraka to the table began to loosen, instead wrapping around both of them and tying them together.
"I think your tongue was made to serve me," Zyra said, breathing heavily.
Hearing these words, Soraka let out a small moan and squirted onto the vine drilling in and out of her, all the while digging her tongue deeper into Zyra.
"Oh wow," Zyra said, close to cumming as well. "It seems you do too." She increased the pace of the vine and leaned down to suck gently on Soraka's swollen clit.
For a moment, Soraka stopped kissing at her pussy. She could feel the vine hitting the exact spot she loved, forcing her to grunt and edge closer to an orgasm. She squirted more, dripping out pussy juice and drops of warm piss all over the vine and Zyra's eager lips.
"Oh Stars," she moaned, and like her veins were flowing with liquid gold, she came harder than she had ever with anyone else. Her hips instinctively jolted up against the vine and Zyra's tongue, forcing more pressure onto her clit as she rode the waves of pleasure through her orgasm. Seconds that felt like minutes went by as Soraka held her breath, wringing every last bit of climax out of her pussy as she could. By the time the vine dropped out of her leaking hole, her legs were shaking uncontrollably. Her chest heaved against Zyra's belly, gasping for air after her exertion.
Zyra waited a moment, smiling down at her handiwork. "What a little celestial cumslut you turned out to be," she cooed, mockingly. "But you see, I was supposed to cum first."
The woman stepped off the table, forcing the vines to once again bind Soraka. With a wave of her arms, the slab of woody branches tipped upright, making it seem as through she was tied against a wall.
"What do you suppose we should do about that?" she said, continuing her taunt.
Soraka could only pant, and with the fear of Zyra out of her mind, she instead peered deep into those bright red eyes with apprehension and desire.
"Please use me as you desire," she responded, shamelessly. Both of them were coated in sweat, cum, and spit. Their hair stuck to their foreheads and backs, their lips were red from kissing and sucking at each other's holes, and they breathed hard, still exhausted from their first bout. Despite that, their skin glowed in the dusky underbrush. They were two beautiful women with an intense and carnal desire for one another.
"Oh, I intend to," Zyra said, pushing her back against the rough wood. Their lips were only centimeters apart, and Soraka could smell her own cum on the woman's breath.
Without a second thought, Zyra closed the gap and hungrily shoved her tongue into Soraka's mouth, tasting and twirling, kissing and sucking as she pleased. She pressed her naked body closer, forcing their tits to press against each other as her hands explored freely.
"Nggh…" Soraka moaned into the kiss. No sooner had they started when Zyra pulled back, allowing a moment of pure lust to pass between their eyes. She raised her hand, and a two-pronged vine appeared beneath them, exactly below their dripping holes. The one under Soraka was slightly longer.
Zyra once again pressed their bodies together, this time making sure their clits were touching. Soraka whimpered needily, staring into the eyes of her lover.
"This time," Zyra commanded. "You do not cum until I do."
She merely nodded in response, unable to say anything coherent with the thought of what was about to happen on her mind. She moved her hips slowly, feeling their slippery clits touch and slide against each other.
Zyra gasped and moved the vines upwards, letting them press against their holes with little warning. Slowly they made love this way, kissing deeply and tasting each other's spit, rubbing their bodies against each other, and letting Zyra's vines fuck them together. Neither could manage a single word as they moaned into each other, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure from their bodies.
Soraka did everything she could not to cum preemptively. Her pussy throbbed dangerously, and even though she couldn't help but squirt on Zyra's clit a few times, she managed to hold on. The vines that pleasured them moved faster, twisting as they went to introduce new sensations.
Unable to hold on much longer, Zyra broke their kiss and pulled back to look into Soraka's pleading eyes. "I'm going to cum on your pussy," she groaned, roughly squeezing a tit. "Cum with me."
"Hnng," was all Soraka could manage, as her eyes rolled back and she felt the beginning of another intense orgasm begin. "C-cuming…"
The vines quickly picked up pace and fucked their pussies hard. Zyra grinded her hips against Soraka's, feeling the vine spread open her hole. For the first time in her life, she squirted onto Soraka's pussy, lightly spraying them both in sticky cum and a few drops of piss.
Together they came and squirted, their bodies pressed tightly with their swollen clits throbbing against each other. Soraka opened her mouth, begging Zyra to kiss her again as they finished out their orgasms. Their tongues wrapped around each other, twirling and sucking to their hearts content.
Finally, as the vines slowly stopped, Zyra backed away and collapsed onto a seat of leaves and thicket. Soraka's restraints loosened, and she too collapsed into the seat, laying on top of Zyra's naked body. The two of them panted loudly, taking minutes to recover their breath. Sweat dripped off them, gleaming in the now dark jungle night.
"You did a wonderful job," Zyra managed to say.
Soraka pulled in tight, nuzzling her face into Zyra's shoulder in embarrassment. She felt the woman slowly stroke her hair and wrap them in a cocoon of vines and leaves.
"Does this mean you will not have to kill me?" she asked, nervously laughing. Soraka's head was beginning to clear, and she could feel her senses returning to her.
Zyra glanced over to a large thicket, and with the wave of her hand, the branches subsided to reveal Soraka's traveling pack, completely unharmed. "I don't believe there is any reason," she said, softly. "Plus, it would be such a waste of good company."
Soraka glanced back at the pack, then into Zyra's bright red eyes. They were still pressed together, she on the woman's lap with her legs spread wide. A shy smile slowly spread on her lips as they held each other softly.
"I think I will like this land of Ixtal…" she murmured.
Zyra simply laughed and wrapped them together even tighter.