Author's notes:

Hey... I want to present the newest chapter of the Black Diamond story. This time... it's a bit more tensed... maybe a little bit intimate :)
Hope you'll like it :D

As always thanks for everything... and see you next time :)

Btw... I'll start writing the next chapter of 'My home is where my heart lies' probably tomorrow.

Irelia's POV (A couple of moments later):

If someone had a privilege to spectate the current scene, that person would probably describe it as a messy at minimum. Akali's blood was covering the vast part of the apartment's floor. The pink-haired officer that was struggling to pick up the assassin from the ground. The same person would most likely describe Irelia as panicked, and... it would not be wrong. To be perfectly honest, it would be an understatement. The soldier was so freaked out.

Irelia did not know what to do. As soon as Akali collapsed, she was at her side. The commando trooper was seeing blood everywhere, to some extent, it was also covering her body due to contact with the wounded woman.

The very first thought that crossed the mind of the pink-haired woman was to pick up the assassin and place her onto a bed. Then... she could start thinking about dealing with her injuries. Sadly, it was no longer an option. Even though Akali looked like pretty much normal human being, she weighted too much for Irelia to handle.

With her mind on a run, the soldier tried to come up with some way to help the wounded woman. Of course, she could tend to her while she was currently lying, but it would be uncomfortable for both of them.

Irelia sniffed again. Her nostrils picked up the stench of blood, sweat and dirt nearly instantly. The captain's facial expression twisted slightly due to the smell. "Maybe taking you to the shower could do the trick?" she hummed under her breath.

As she had thoughts, she did. With a great effort, she managed to bring the white-haired huntress to her bathroom. She must admit that pulling Akali's body on the floor was not the easiest task in her life. Just one single last pull, and… the assassin was in front of the shower stall.

The pink-haired soldier sighed heavily, wiping the sweat off of her forehead. "On step complete," she whispered.

As life usually do, one problem was resolved, so another needed to arise.

The current problem of Irelia was how to clean the huntress. One option was to simply drag the unconscious woman into the stall and switch on the water. The disadvantage of such an approach was the fact that not everything would be cleaned. Even though the clothes would be soaked with water pretty quickly, the blood and dirt would still remain inside of the clothing. The other option was to undress Akali and drag her into the shower. It was a better idea in so many aspects, but there were still at least two major problems associated with that.

First of all, the same problem that would occur with the previous method, the water would not clean everything. If one thought about it more, it would not be wise to let liquid of unknown origin to enter wounds. That argument was enough for Irelia to discard that idea, to tell the truth. But… there was still the second problem that bothered the soldier even more so.

If she was to proceed with that plan… Irelia would have to undress Akali entirely. Even lone thought about that was enough to make the pink-haired woman blush. In fact, it was a very tempting option, but she was acting like a virgin before her first time. It was not like Akali did not know about Irelia's naughty nighttime fantasies that included her. No… the white-haired told her that face to face.

The third and final idea that she came up with was even more bothersome to Irelia. If it was even possible, the cheeks of the officer became warmer. She was so embarrassed, but at the same time, so turned on.

If she wanted to properly take care of Akali, she would need to clean her herself. As you might expect… it would require her to be present in the stall, to her naked form pressed into the firm muscles of the huntress, to have her hands on Akali. Most people would kill for such an opportunity. To have a chance to spend some time with their crush alone, naked. Irelia was not entirely sure if she could keep her hands to herself. She was not sure whether she would be able to just perform required actions, no to distract herself.

"Uuuu… it'd be so good to touch her properly. To grab those mounds, squeeze them, maybe even give a little pinch?" Irelia fantasized. "I'd pretty much want to touch those buttocks, they look so desirable," she continued.

"What the fuck? Irelia? Are you fucking idiot?" she kept on shouting at herself deep inside her mind. "We all know that you - and by that we mean we - are useless lesbian, but that's enough. Help her… she promised you a reward, didn't she?"

"Ghhhh… yeah, I know," she whispered once she regained control over herself.

Without nothing more to think about, to say, she allowed herself to look at wounded huntress with unmasked desire. After that… it was high time for her to start helping.

Discarding her own clothes has never taken her less time than in that very situation. The visual effect of her desires, of her horny, naughty thought could be spotted on the fabric of her own clothing. She blushed as soon as she noticed the wet spots on her undies.

Soon enough, Irelia was as naked as at the day she was welcomed to that sorrowful world. The next task, undress the assassin, difficulty, impossible.

To finally get rid off of damaged clothes that the white-haired woman borrowed, took the soldier at least a couple of minutes, and more than a handful of tries.

The hesitation before removing huntress underwear lasted maybe a couple of moments. Still, in her mind… oh… it could last forever, and she would not mind that.

Irelia sat down onto the floor in the further corner of the stall. Between her thighs, the naked white-haired assassin was seated. The warm water was pouring down onto them, but the pink-haired officer could not muster any power to proceed with her plan. To be perfectly honest, she was not entirely sure whether some parts of her body were wet because of the shower, or because of other factors…

After what felt like ages, the soldier reached out for the sponge, poured some soap on it, then refocused on Akali. "It would be easier if it was anyone else but her," the officer sighed heavily. The soft skin of the white-haired woman was slightly shinning because of the water that was poured down onto her. Irelia pulled her as close to her own bosom as she could… She believed that by doing so, she could avoid eyeing everything that she so much wanted to witness.

As could be expected, it was not a successful plan. Irelia blushing really hard was sneaking a peak from time to time, delaying completing the task that she had given herself even further. She could not do anything about that, Akali's body was so intoxicating for her. Those firm, defined muscles that were visible through the thin skin, was making her doubt herself self-control more and more.

The pink-haired soldier knew that in the end, she would not win with her body, with her desire. She proceeded with the washing them. Unintentionally… she began by pressing the soft sponge to the massive mounds of Akali. Her second hand seized the opportunity and grabbed one of the huntress's breasts, and squeezed it lightly. It was inappropriate without a single doubt, but the naughty mind of Irelia tried to reason the action. After all, the hand was put there to hold the unconscious woman still. Of course… it was not placed there because of the irritating heat that was being formed in her belly… and deep down in her labia.

Irelia was embarrassed, but without a single thought, she continued what she was doing. With every single wipe, few inches of the light skin were being covered in soapy foams. The little wholesome smile could be spotted on the lips of the soldier.

As the washing progressed, Irelia's heart was beating faster and faster. She felt like a junkie, or like a drunk. The sensation was pretty unique, intensive, intoxicating. If it was even possible, her face was becoming warmer with every passing second. The fire that was burning deep down inside of her was threatening to explode.

"You'll go through it," she was repeating to herself as if in some kind of trans. "It's nothing major… it's just Akali… not someone that you don't know," she tried to reason.

It was fruitless. The white-haired huntress was the one to blame for the death of nearly all of her men. She was the one who mocked her, lured her, seduced her… but Irelia was too much involved currently to back down.

The officer sighed heavily for god-knows which time. The assassin's matter was not easy in any aspect, some ifs were not explained, some questions were not answered. Still, just like a good loyal puppy, the pink-haired woman was following Akali's plan.

With a bit of frustration, Irelia threw away the sponge. The woman allowed herself to observe as the object was flying for a brief moment before falling down onto the flooded tiles.

Yet another sigh, and then her eyes focused onto the beauty that was sitting with wrapped in the pink-haired woman's arms. With the blood and the dirt wiped away from the white-haired huntress's skin, she looked even more gorgeous. To Irelia, she was a sight to behold.

As if something clicked deep inside the soldier's mind, Akali's head was pulled back slightly. The move allowed the officer to look at the kissable lips of the huntress. She leaned in. She did not care anymore, she felt like she needed to do that.

Just like in some kind of action movie, time seemed to slow down drastically. Irelia's lips descended onto Aali's. In the very first moment, she moaned. The assassin tasted as she had dreamt… she could not get enough of her.

Irelia did not even notice when she closed her eyes. The kiss felt too good to be real. She felt as if she was dreaming.

After some time, she pulled back. The soldier only did it because her lungs were screaming for air, she would not be able to continue the kiss anyway. As if in torpor, she touched her mouth. The taste of the huntress was still there. They were still a little swollen do to the intensive, pleasurable encounter.

When the giggling sound reached her ears, the officer opened her eyes immediately.

"My…my…my, what a naughty soldier I had a pleasure to meet," Akali said in a teasing tone. "I knew that it'd be a challenge for you to keep your hands away from my body… but, I thought that you might control yourself," the white-haired woman giggled, standing up slowly.

"I promised you that I'll fulfil your desires when you're done with the work, didn't I?" Akali chuckled after a moment. Her right hand reached the chin of the soldier and lifted it up slightly. "I know how much you love my body… so, now you can have a better look," she added while standing right in front of her.

"I… I…" Irelia stuttered.

"Cat got your tongue?" the assassin teased. "Or… maybe you don't like what you see?"

"NO!" the pink-haired woman denied, gesturing with her hands.

"That's what I wanted to hear," Akali replied. She slowly leaned in, picked up the chin of the latter again, turned it to the side slightly. "It seems that I need to give you some sort of prepayment, hmm?" the white-haired woman whispered seductively.

"What do you mean?!" the slightly terrified soldier asked.

"Hmm… let me think… what have you dreamt about, what was in your wet dream?" the huntress responded while wearing a mischievous smile practically glue to her face.

"Ehhh…" Irelia gulped. "I…I…"

"Oh, my… baby… you don't have to tell me that. I already know what lies deep inside your mind. I'm going to let that fantasies of yours become a reality a little faster than I planned," the white-haired assassin interrupted the officer's response with a sweet tone, and exposed fangs.

"Uuuuu…. I… I don't think it's the right time," the pink-haired woman laughed hysterically.

"Ohh…" Akali scoffed. "I believe that it's a perfect time for that," she added. "You're mine now… After we finish here, we might need to talk about our partnership a little, but for now… I'm going to repay you for your hospitality and care."

"You…"

Without wasting even a second of precious time, Akali picked up the soldier from the tiles, turned her around, then pushed her nearly gently against the wall of the stall. The gasp of the pink-haired woman only aroused her. The firm right hand of the huntress slapped Irelia's butt. The slap was not too powerful, not too soft, just perfect for turning on both of them.

"Akali!" Irelia squeaked.

"Shhhh…" the white-haired woman silenced the latter. "We have only just begun," she giggled.

Before Irelia could even react, the skilful fingers of the huntress found their way to the officer's sensitive clit. Within fractions of a second, she moaned when the assassin started to work on the poor clit of the latter. Soon enough, the first digit entered her pussy.

Irelia screamed… but then, the pleasure came.