Ezreal couldn't believe the situation he had ended in.
"This isn't how i wanted to pass my vacation," he complained, hanging his head down.
The reason for his exasperation, currently climbing to his arm, giggled softly, the sound pleasant and musical.
"Why, Ez, if i was a more malicious girl, I'd think you aren't happy of having me here," Ahri joked.
Ezreal gave her an unimpressed look. As much as a playboy he was, he knew trouble when he saw it; and Ahri was the incarnation of trouble, that perfect combination of mischievous, seductive and selfish. It was safer to be lost in one of Shurima's desert temple than end up under that fox's ministrations, and that was why he had decided to give up some time of his vacation to remove her from that bar he had found her in.
Ahri rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, purring like a happy cat. Her fluffy tails caressed his back, their touch soft and pleasant.
"Don't look at me like that," she whined. "I didn't do anything… yet." The last word was accompanied by a dangerous flash of her eyes.
Ezreal remained unimpressed.
Ahri's eyes narrowed with amusement. She let go of his arms and trotted forward.
"This place is amazing!" She laughed, lightly dancing in the street.
Ezreal couldn't disagree with that. Piltover was a stunning sight around them, neons and billboards setting the night alight. People in the colorful Piltovian clothes crowded the street, and the air was filled with their laughing and talking. The evening was in full swing already, with the myriad of locals offered by the city already full to the brim with music and entertainment.
Ezreal flushed a bit at the amount of attention Ahri's little spectacle was attracting; innocent, curious, amused and a fair bit of none of the three. He couldn't really blame them. Ahri was a stunning sight and her Ionian dress showed enough creamy skin to make heads turn.
Quickly, he reached her.
"Calm down now," he said, putting a hand over her head.
Ahri gave him a dazzling smile, and her ears flicked in a way that made him want to pet them. Thankfully, he knew better.
"Where are you taking me?" The Foxgirl clung to his arm, radiating with excitement.
Ezreal almost felt bad at having to ruin that, but a quick reminder of Ahri's previous "exploits" was enough to banish any guilt.
"Straight to the police station," he declared firmly. "Sorry, but no running around for you tonight."
Ahri blinked with incomprehension, then her expression turned to dismay.
"What? Why?"
Ezreal frowned at her. "You know perfectly well why. The last two times you were here, the next day the hospitals were flooded with people." He crossed his arms with finality. "Since you never hold yourself back, i decide. And that's that."
Ahri stared at him for a moment, pouting. Then, she smiled.
Ezreal could almost hear the trouble brewing.
"But Ez." Her voice was pure honey. She pushed herself against him, her body feeling soft against him. "You wouldn't take away from me the chance for a night's fun, right? Everybody gets it, and i can come to Piltover so few times. It would be so cruel to take it away from me." Her tails gently caressed his sides and back.
She stood up on her toes, her lips reaching for his ears.
"Maybe i would stay out of trouble if someone kept an eye on me. Maybe even share in the fun?"
Her breath felt warm against his skin. Ezreal felt a small shiver ran along his back.
Her hands delicately rested over his shoulders as she drew back to loo him in the eyes. Her golden eyes glowed with a soft, seductive light.
Looking into them, Ezreal felt a gentle caress against his mind, a delicate nudge to just give in and make her happy. What bad could come out of it after all?
He shook his head, pushing the suggestion away.
"You're doing it again," he said sternly. She grabbed her wrist, making her expression flash with surprise. "That's it, Foxgirl, you're passing the night in jail. That ought to teach you not to charm people."
Ahri's pout was an adorable mix between discontent and outrage. It could have probably melted through an iceberg.
Ezreal knew better than let himself be persuaded. That fox had made an art of deception. Whatever she said, not believing it was always the smart choice.
"Now you're gonna be a good girl and follow me to the station," he instructed.
Ahri lowered her gaze, grumbling something.
"I didn't quite catch that."
"I said that I'll be a good girl!" She repeated and turned away with an offended scoff.
Ezreal watched her back for a moment, then sighed. He didn't like being the party pooper, but there were people on the line there, and having an essence-sucking fox on the loose wasn't exactly the safest bet.
"Come on, let's go." Still holding her, he nudged her gently.
Head still down, she obeyed.
Ezreal sighed again, mentally this time. That sucked.
Thinking that, he missed the sly grin that flashed over Ahri's expression.
"Help!"
The scream cut through the air like a bomb, making Ezreal jump.
"Help me, please!" Ahri screamed again. The Fox-girl tugged at his grip like he was holding her too tight. "He's hurting me!"
Baffled, Ezreal looked at her.
"What the hell?"
All around, more and more people were staring at them.
"Hey, stop it!" He said in alarm.
Ahri took the chance to make a painful grimace like he had just hurt her more.
"Ow, let me go!" She said. "You're hurting me!"
Her voice was so convincingly similar to a maiden in distress' that Ezreal felt guilt stabbing at his chest. He almost let her go and jumped away. Only at the last moment, he realized that he was barely holding her.
Outrage flooded him. That sly fox was trying to make him pass like… like…!
"Stop it!" He ordered, frowning hard. "Don't be a baby. You're only making this harder for yourself!"
All the answer Ahri gave him was another whine of pain and weak struggling.
Ezreal was really getting angry now. What the hell was she thinking she was doing?
He was about to scold her again when a sudden clamor rose all around.
Looking up, Ezreal saw people clustering around, barking to leave the poor girl alone. In alarm, he turned, finding only more angry faces and raised fists.
His blood ran cold with realization.
If there was something that could stir the hearts of people, it was seeing a pretty girl being roughed up. And Piltover wasn't Zaun, here the people didn't abide to the things happening down in the Grey.
That fox had got him!
"H-hold on now. This isn't not what it looks like," he said, rising a defensive hand. He remembered the words he had used and flinched. Alright, not exactly one of his best moments.
The crowd ignored his attempts at placating them, only pressing further. Ezreal saw with rising alarm shock batons appear in gloved hands.
That was turning dangerous way too fast!
"Come on, Ahri," he urged. "I get it. You're angry, but this is too…"
She was gone.
Where the svelte figure of the Foxgirl was a few moments before, now there was only a gaping empty space. His hand, that was supposed to be holding her wrist, was clamped down on nothing.
Ezreal felt his eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Where the hell had she gone? How? When? He had been holding her all the time!
Frantically, he looked around, trying to look above and between the angry mob.
Danger or not, he wasn't letting her get away. The whole point of all that mess was avoiding having her cause mischief!
She couldn't have gone too far. Where…
There she was!
Ahri lingered at the entrance of a side alley, her tailed, svelte figure silhouetted by soft neon light. As he watched her, Ezreal could almost swear that he felt a giggle caress his ear like a warm breath. A small shiver ran along his neck.
Ahri blew him a kiss and, in a flourish of tails, disappeared into the alley.
"Oh no, you don't!" No way she was getting away, not after this bad joke she had played him.
But Ezreal signing out without leaving some cool one-liners? Nonsense!
He jabbed a thumb toward his chest, striking a grin. "Sorry, people, i kinda wish i could stay and clear out all this misunderstanding but… whoops!" He had to jump aside to avoid the crackling head of a baton.
"Alright, no one-liner," he mumbled. He remembered Piltover to be more hospitable.
Not losing any more time, he activated his Gauntlet. His vision disappeared into an azure flash. He heard a whump, followed by the pressure of the air against his eardrums, and then he was before the alley.
His feet had barely touched the ground that he was already running, a chorus of surprised cries echoing behind him.
Those special exits always put a grin on his face, but not this time. Right now, he was just pissed. Someone was getting a spanking before the night was done, that was for sure.
He sprinted down the alley, old journals swirling around his feet. In a few moments, the sounds of city life became muted in the distance.
The place was gloomy, space electric lamps the only source of illumination. Trash and scattered objects littered the sides. That was the kind of places where even Piltover's vaunted "clean streets" politics didn't arrive. There was only to hope that Ahri didn't get into trouble.
But would she really?
The fox's giggle came to him with a soft breeze that caressed his face and played with his bangs.
Her silhouette, barely visible for a moment in the neon light; a split-second image of her tails disappearing behind a corner. It all spurned him on, attracting with the tantalizing closeness of his target. Was she playing with him? Surely. There was to be concerned? Probably.
Was Ahri in danger of getting into trouble? Forget it. She was the trouble.
Ezreal ran through alley after alley, his target always seeming half a step ahead of him. Sometimes, he swore he was about grasp those damned fluffy tails. Others, it felt almost like he was chasing ghosts.
So frustrating.
In the end, with the sounds of the evening far in the distance, he reached a space between the buildings. Judging from the benches and the court lines haphazardly scribbled over the concrete, it had to be a place where the young Pilties gathered to play and meet. Right now, it was a gloomy wasteland half-filled with junk.
Panting, Ezreal flicked bangs away from his forehead and looked around. Now, where that sneaky fox could have gone to…
"Tired already?", breathed a husky voice to his ear.
Ezreal's head snapped around. Nobody. He was alone. Still, it had felt like the speaker had been right behind him.
A giggle breezed through the air, warm and silvery.
"I love when boys chase me," said Ahri's disembodied voice. Dripping with sensuality, it seemed to have no source, floating in the air like the wind. "But can you bring it home?"
Ezreal gulped, feeling warmth creep along his neck. That voice felt like a warm caress and smoky breath against his skin at the same time.
Still, he was alert. It seemed that Ahri was stepping up her game.
"Just about to," he replied with a grin. Slowly, he scanned the area. "Sorry to break your bubble, but your night of fun ends here."
"Wrong." Ahri's voice was teasing. "I'd say that it has just began."
"Enough playing around. Come out where i can see you."
"If you insist."
It came far quicker than Ezreal thought possible. A streak of pink cut through the air like a bullet, right toward him. He was ready and raised his Gauntlet to defend himself. Still, the moment the projectile hit his arm, it disappeared into a puff of pink smoke and fluttering energy that engulfed him.
Ezrel felt a wave of heat wash over him like he had just stepped under the Shuriman sun. He staggered, his thoughts turning sluggish. His face flushed, his skin prickled all over.
For a moment, he felt like he could just stop thinking. Then, he shook his head, shrugging off the suggestion.
"Sorry," he said with a strained grin. "It won't be so easy for you."
"Damn." The irritation in Ahri's voice was only half-amused. "Really, you're tough nut. I like that." There was another giggle.
Ezreal felt his fingers twitch, his skin pricking with lingering sensation. Gotta be more careful.
"Come on, big boy," Ahri teased. "Come and find me. That's what you want…"
Ezreal didn't bother answering. Something told him that fox would only try to beguile him some more.
Slowly, carefully, he made his way into the open space. He looked around with attention. Where could she be hiding?
"Water!" chimed her voice, followed by a giggle.
Ezreal rolled his eyes. Of course, she had to make this another game.
"Warmer!"
"Water!"
"Nope!"
"Warmer! Good job!"
"Nope!"
It didn't take long for Ezreal to realize that her indications were contradictory. Ignoring her, he looked around once more.
There was a chaotic bunch of trash on one side of the court: Piltovian broken and rusted machinery, old boxes and bric-brac accumulated during years of neglect. The sparse illumination set long shadows all over it, but… was he wrong or there was a shadow that didn't seem quite to match? One that wore very distinctive ears?
Ezreal grinned, and advanced toward it.
"Water!"
"Nope! Water!"
And that was just the confirmation he needed. Hiding his smirk, Ezreal turned toward a mound of trash, trying his best to look like he thought she could be hiding close by.
"Warmer! Good job!"
Warmer indeed, you sly fox, Ezreal thought while he moved a box out of the way. He subtly glanced where he had noticed the strange shadow. Yes, he couldn't be mistaken. That was Ahri's silhouette.
Time to end this game.
Whirling around, he activated his Gauntlet. The teleportation brought him beside an old piece of junk that had to be a robot once.
"Gotcha!" He cried triumphantly, pushing it out of the way.
And, sure enough, Ahri was there, crouching and looking like a deer taken in the flashlights.
But wait, was she… smiling?
"That's my line!" She exclaimed, her glowing, ferine eyes twinkling with amusement.
Ezreal felt his grin wither. Wait, she hadn't let herself be found on purpose, right?
He lacked the time to find an answer. Ahri lunged, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.
Ezreal's eyes widened. Her lips felt amazingly soft. He felt her nose against his cheek, her thick lashes caressing his skin.
A wave of heat spread from where their lips were touching, invading him. His thoughts melted away into a warm haze. A pleasant weakness filled his body. His skin prickled and buzzed. His blood pumped and boiled, making him flush all over. His knees went weak.
Before he knew, he was half-hugging half-climbing to her, her soft forms nestled comfortably against his.
Ahri drew back, leaving him to gasp for breath. A taste akin to vanilla and strawberry filled his mouth, only a thousand times more delicious and tantalizing that he could have thought possible.
"You taste good." Ahri's voice was a seductive whisper, each word seemingly wrapping itself around him with a pleasurable shiver.
She slowly licked her lips, and Ezreal found his gaze helplessly drawn as that small tongue tracing her full lips. They looked so soft and inviting, and he felt like he was in a burning haze. Distantly, he felt his body react at his rising desire.
Ahri glanced down, and a pleased smirk appeared on her features. She spied at him from under her thick lashes, mischief and desire mingling in her glowing eyes. Ezreal felt his insides melt at how stunningly beautiful she was. How could have he missed it until now? He must have gone blind!
"That's it," she whispered. "Just let yourself go."
Ezreal heard those words like a distant siren's call. They sounded… reasonable. Yeah, why not? Why not let himself go to that pleasant warmth? It felt nice, and she was so beautiful. It was…
With a supreme effort of will, Ezreal pushed away the fog clouding his thoughts.
Eyes half-lidded, Ahri leaned forward to kiss him again.
"Sorry. That won't work," Ezreal said with a tired grin, gently putting two fingers against her lips.
Ahri blinked, then her expression turned to disbelief.
"Are you kidding me?" She balked. "I gave you the extra treatment! How are you still standing?"
That could have been a good moment for the humble bragging, but Ezreal decided not to. Despite everything, he was too amused by how outraged she looked.
"Really? You're getting angry now?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I was the one getting hypnotized, you… wait, what are you doing?"
Ezreal's eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. With an angry look, Ahri was fighting with her Ionian dress, struggling to unknot the laces holding it together.
Frantically, Ezreal grabbed her wrists, barely saving himself from a very embarrassing situation.
"Stop!"
"No way!" Ahri pouted at him, struggling to free herself. "Nobody resists me like that! Now it's fucking personal!"
Ezreal was almost in a panic. This fricking unreasonable fox-girl!
Eventually, to his great relief, he managed to calm her down. Thank goodness, that one almost gave him a heart attack.
"You're incorrigible, you know that?" He sighed. "Come on. Let's go."
To his chagrin, Ahri planted her feet. "No way! I was serious before, you know? I don't get many chances to come here." She crossed her arms. "I have a right to have fun like everybody else."
Ezreal narrowed his eyes at her. "Those that can be trusted to hold themselves back have that right. Are you gonna start walking or i have to drag you?"
Ahri glared at him, her pout enough to melt through steel beams. For a moment, Ezreal felt the sweet taste of victory. Then, a downright malicious grin appeared on her lips, and he had the most ominous feeling.
"What?"
"You might not want to bring me to the coppers," she said slyly.
"And why's that?" Ezreal didn't like where that was going already. Also, coppers? What was she, a burglar?
Ahri leisurely regarded her nails. "Very casually, i happen to know that tonight the one with the big hat isn't on duty. And that leaves, i fear…" She made a gentle wave with her hand, leaving him to draw his conclusions.
Ezreal flinched. Oh fuck! She was right! Tonight was one of those extremely rare nights that Caitlyn wasn't on duty. Even the Sheriff had to take her vacations, and rare as they were, the criminals of Piltover practically celebrated them as festivities. And that left… Vi.
Vi, poor, foul-mouthed, no-brakes, wall-breaking Vi, in the same room with that sly fox. Ezreal immediately pictured a night thrown into chaos not by one but by two walking cataclysms, of which one charmed and heavily armed with hydraulic super-fists.
The need to facepalm was overwhelming. There was no way he could trust Vi with Ahri.
"Alright, i get it," he said, hanging his head in defeat.
Ahri jumped, letting out a small victory cry.
"At least don't brag." Ezreal threw her a narrow look, receiving only a giggle as way of answer. He grumbled, tousling his hair. Damn Ionian foxes…
"Well!" Ahri clapped her hands, smiling brilliantly. "That said, it has been a pleasure. See you soon, alright? Bye!"
She had barely turned about that Ezreal had grabbed her by the scruff like an unruly puppy.
"Not so fast, buster," he said, making her wince. "I might not be able to bring you to the police, but there's no way i am letting you out of my sight."
Ahri turned up to him, smiling innocently. "Why, Ez, i didn't know you liked me so much." Leaning forward, she embraced him, pushing herself against him. "Maybe there's something else you want to tell me? Mh?"
Ezreal turned away not to look into those ferine eyes. Her body felt soft, especially her front assets pillowing against his chest. Warmth crept along his face.
"Jeez," he said, trying to sound dismissive. "Do you have only two modes? Flirting or mischievous?"
Really!
She giggled. "That's why men love me."
"Don't flatter yourself. And i am kinda feeling like we're completely glossing over the fact you tried to charm me. Twice. Ah, and you tried to have an angry crowd beat me up."
Really, what a rollercoaster! And in what, two minutes? She almost made him feel nostalgic for the Troll Cavern up on Frejlord. She had just to be thankful that he was a happy-go-lucky guy and didn't take grudges. Anyone else would have probably tried to bonk her in the head with a hammer or something.
"Still thinking about it, Ez?" Ahri scoffed, a smile on her lips. "You have to learn to let go of the past, you know?"
Ezreal gave her a flat look. "It happened a minute ago."
Ahri hummed, resting her hands on his chest. "You say it like it was a bad thing. Trust me, it most surely wouldn't have been…"
Ezreal gulped at the suggestive tone. Ahri's fingers daintily flitted along his chest, caressing and circling.
Never one to give up a bout of flirting, he grinned. "I guess it's my unlucky evening."
"Well…" Ahri's eyes seemed to lit up with tantalizing light. "That's still to be seen, you know…"
Nope. Nope and nope. Ezreal could see from a mile where she was going with this and the answer was a resounding nope. She was beautiful and all, but there was a limit of trouble that even he wasn't willing to risk.
He was about to say as much but she put two fingers on his lips, shushing him.
"I know what you're about to say it," Ahri giggled. "But hear me out first. Do you know why there is always a load of drained people after i have my night fun?" She didn't give him time to reply. She leaned forward and stood on her toes, making take a sharp intake of breath.
"Because i am hungry," she whispered to his ear, fierceness mingling with seduction. "And those little ones aren't enough to feed me. Now, i wonder if i was to one someone that can take me. I'd get fed, nobody would get drained and a man would get really happy. Everybody would win. The best outcome, don't you think?"
Ezreal flushed hard, feeling his stomach flutter. Was he hearing her right?
"Do you mean…?"
"Why not?" Ahri drew back slightly. She smirked at him, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. "Never heard of casual sex? It would be just like that, and you'd make so happy..." Her gaze grew hesitant. "Except if you're gay."
Ezreal spluttered. "I am not gay!" Just because he resisted her charm? Now that was just assuming things!
"Thank goodness," she sighed in relief, then she smiled. "Well? What about it?"
Ezreal thought about it, he thought about it very seriously. Of course that he knew about casual sex, had many encounters of that kind with the gentle sex. And he would be a horrible liar to say that the prospect of getting on with Ahri was anything less than mesmerizing. Problem was, people passing under Ahri's gentle ministrations usually ended in the hospital. Did he trust her enough to believe her word?
Yeah, no.
It wasn't that she was bad, he knew that she wasn't. It just was that she lacked any restraint in that particular area, or any other area, really, and was somewhat of a compulsive liar, but that was beside the point.
He relished the risk, but not to the point of… wait a minute now. She said he could take her. Didn't he hear something similar? Like, as a Champion, technically he had enough essence to feed her without risks? Yes… yes. Now he remembered. It was true! It was something he had already known. How could have he forgotten? As a Champion, he didn't risk anything. It was just like Ahri said. It would be just casual sex.
He watched her, her perfect features and ferine eyes glowing with expectation. Excitation surged.
"Sure, why not?"
"Yes!" Ahri pumped with her fist, then giggled under his flat look.
"Not even trying to be subtle, eh?"
In all answer, Ahri threw her arms around his neck and slammed her lips against his.
Ezreal's eyes widened, but then, seeing than no charm was coming, he relaxed. He circled her waist with his hands and gently pushed her to him, reciprocating the kiss. Ahri's tongue tapped against his lips, asking for access, and Ezreal was just too happy to oblige. Their tongues tangled with each other for some moments before Ahri tilted her head, seeking for better access. The kiss quickly grew heated, small beads of saliva escaping from their touching lips.
Ezreal couldn't believe how amazingly soft Ahri's lips were. Like a cloud, inviting and supple and full. The taste of vanilla and strawberry filled his mouth with a deliciousness that set it alight. On the other side, Ahri enjoyed the roughness of Ezreal's lips. They tasted of the sands of the desert, of the glacial expanse, of exotic lands lost to the horizon and journeys into the unknown. He moved his tongue with the expertise of a lover, his touch enough to send shivers running down her neck.
They pressed wildly against each other, seeking more of each other's taste, their tongues dancing together. Ahri's hands roamed all over his back, while Ezreal firmly held her waist.
Eventually, they drew back, both panting for breath.
"Wow." Was everything that Ezreal managed to stammer out. That had been one hell of a kiss.
Ahri licked her lips, ferine eyes twinkling.
"Shall we go to a better place?" She asked, sultry and teasing.
Ezreal grinned. "I know just the place." Holding her hand, she led her away.
The hotel was nice and quaint, offering good accommodations for cheap. Tucked away between Piltover's labyrinthic alleyways, it was the endpoint of many an adventure of the night.
Ezreal couldn't have cared any less. With Ahri clinging to his arm, and her tail tantalizingly stroking his back and legs, he quickly took a room. The elevator was busy and, impatience taking the better of him, he led a laughing fox-girl up the stairs.
They had barely reached their floor that they were all over each other. With Ahri covering his face with kisses, Ezreal needed a few attempts to find the keyhole. He felt her laughter against his lips as he lifted her, his hands under her tighs, and kicked the door open.
Ezreal barely spared a glance for the apartment. A nice bedroom with a plush carpet, soft light and, more importantly, a large bed. The place knew his business and went straight to it.
Holding Ahri up, he kicked the door closed with his heel and stumbled toward the bed.
He tried to lay her down, but Ahri clamped her legs around his waist. With a startled sound muffled by her lips, he went down with her. They fell on the bed in a tangle, Ahri's fluffy tails laying around them like a luxurious fur mattress.
Ezreal didn't lose time to get pricky. He renewed his assault over her lips, eliciting a pleased hum from her.
"A drink?" He panted in a pause between kisses. He thought to have seen a small fridge in a corner. Anyway, those places usually had something always ready.
"Maybe later," Ahri replied, breath hoarse.
"Agreed."
They lost themselves in their kissing, their muffled sounds and heated breaths filling the room.
Ahri flinched when Ezreal bit her lower lip, a strangled gasp escaping her. Her fingers sank in the back of his shirt.
Ezreal smirked and drew back, licking where he had bitten her.
Breathless, he took a moment to admire her.
Ahri was already beautiful, but now, trapped under him, she was breathtaking. Her raven hair flowed on the bed like a cascade of ink, beautifully framing her face. Her flawless, alabaster skin was flushed pink and her cat-like eyes glowed with lust in the soft light of the room. Her Ionian dress was ruffled already, offering him the splendid vision of her silky shoulder and the soft curve of her breast
Ezreal's mouth watered at that vision. He couldn't control himself. Leaning down, he left a trail of kisses down her shoulder and up her neck.
She giggled when his lips touched her pulse, her hands running through his hair. But then, his tongue found her breast, and she let out soft moan.
Smirking, Ezreal pushed his mouth against the upper side of her breast left visible by her dress. He left open-mouthed kissed on it, enjoying its supple consistency and warmth. The sensation almost left his lips buzzing.
"Good, yes," Ahri breathed, her fingers sinking between his locks.
Emboldened, Ezreal grazed it with his teeth and left small licks all over it. He loved how soft and delicate and perfect her breast felt. And the taste! It set his taste buds alight like electric current.
Ahri sighed when his hand found her other breast. His fingers sank into the soft mound, squeezing it until soft flesh spilled between them, then started to knead and massage.
Ezreal felt the clenching in his stomach intensify, rise to a fire. He wanted more, he needed more.
Still massaging her, he grasped the hem of her dress and drew it down, exposing her bare breast. Ezreal stared at the soft mound for a moment, completely zoned. It was creamy and white, with the rosy nipple standing proudly on top.
Ahri's giggle shook him up.
He grinned at her, eyes smoky with desire.
"You must feel quite satisfied with yourself," he said. "You've been teasing me non-stop all this evening."
Her smirk was lustful and almost smug.
"I still have to decide about that."
"Oh." Ezreal's eyes flashed. "Is that a challenge?"
Ahri's long lashes fluttered. "Maybe?"
Ezreal grinned, and dove to her breasts.
He heard her groan when his mouth found her nipple. The sound made him feel quite satisfied, so he lavished the small bud with attention. It felt like a hard pebble against his tongue, a clear indication of her own arousal. The thought that Ahri was getting as much excited as him only stoked further the fire in his belly. Hungrily, he licked her nipple, then took it between his lips and sucked on it.
Ahri groaned again, her hands pulling at his hair.
Ezreal made sure to give her left breast the full treatment before moving to the other to do the same. This time, he added teeth as well, and satisfaction surged as he heard her moan.
Mouth buzzing with her taste, he rose up, looking at her from above.
She smirked at the hungry light in his eyes. With an almost languid movement, she lifted her waist, grinding against him. Ezreal hissed as she grinded against his hard erection. His pants were starting to feel painfully tight.
Clothes, they had to go.
Kneeling, he quickly took off his shirt. The piece of clothing was thrown in the room and promptly forgotten.
Ahri rose on her elbows, practically eating him with her eyes.
Ezreal wasn't as beefed up as other male Champions, but he didn't joke either when it came to muscles. Ahri almost started to drool as she admired her catch of the night. Ezreal had a toned physique, his already defined muscles now even more evidenced by a thin sheen of sweat. His skin bore the golden tone of someone that had passed his life under the sun. She loved his hair, so golden and soft-looking. Her fingers just itched to touch them, to bury themselves into those blonde locks. And she simply adored his eyes, their clear and lively quality. That they were now smoky with lust was only an added satisfaction, since it was her own doing.
Her eyes half-lidded, she crooked a finger to him.
Ezreal grinned, and dove for her lips.
They lost themselves into the kiss, almost desperate in their search of each other, licking, their tongue intertwining, biting each other's lips. Their hands roved each other's bodies. Ahri gasped when his fingers squeezed her breasts. Ezreal's breath hitched when her fingers brushed against his clothed erection.
It was almost a challenge now, both trying to make the other gasp and groan and hiss.
"Ez," Ahri breathed, her lips reddened by the frenzied kissing. "My clothes… undress me."
Ezreal felt his stomach flutter and his pants grow tighter by the sheet desire in her voice.
Who was he to deny her?
With erratic movements, he undressed her, Ahri moving around to help him to slid her out of her Ionian garment. Unsurprisingly, it was quite easy to take off once the laces holding up were undone. It ended joining the shirt in the gloomy recesses of the room.
If Ezreal had thought her beautiful before, now that she was completely naked she looked absolutely stunning to him. In her, voluptuous curves meet together with an unearthly grace that took his breath away.
"Like what you see, Explorer?" She asked, sultry and teasing and supremely pleased by how he looked at her. Her hand caressed her full breasts, then started descending. Ezreal's eyes were locked to it as it traced a slow path down her curves, her flat, perfect stomach, down to the secret nestled between her legs.
He gulped. She wore only a pair of flimsy panties, a small wet spot in the center to show her arousal.
During his life, he had seen many sights that had impressed themselves over its memory. The heavenly vision of Ahri, naked and aroused beneath him and with her tails framing her body, was sure to enter the group, no mistake about it.
Ezreal licked his lips.
"Fuck, Ahri," he breathed. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
She laughed, excitation making her giggle husky.
"You can do better than that," she teased.
"Oh yes, i do."
Ahri felt a shiver at his growling tone.
Without breaking eye-contact, Ezreal slid back on the bed. Hooking her panties, he slid them down her smooth legs and to her calves, where Ahri kicked them away. He heard her moan as the room's warm air caressed her naked flesh, but all his attention was for the treasure between her legs.
Ahri's center.
Ezreal's fingers twitched as he looked at it, want and lust racing through him as never before. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, making him pant. The sight of her aroused flesh was mesmerizing. The thought of burying himself into her…
His bulging cock throbbed.
Ahri waited with bated breath for the pleasure to come. And it didn't disappoint her. She moaned as Ezreal's fingers traced her outer lips. Her hands shot to his wrist, but it wasn't to stop him. If anything, she only encouraged him.
Grinning lustily, Ezreal stroked her sex up and down, pleased by the way she groaned and writhed. God, she was so soft and warm and wet. Soon, his fingers were covered with her arousal. The thought made him grit his teeth.
He massaged her for some time, then stopped and slid a finger inside.
Ahri arched with a gasp. Grinning, Ezreal stroke her sensitive inner folds. A second finger followed the first, and he focused his attention on the top of her canal, using the calloused tips of his fingers to caress and stroke.
Ahri mewled and writhed, clinging at the arm that was masturbating her.
Ezreal ruthlessly stroked her, alternating his movements until she was trembling under him, gasping for breath and ready.
Suddenly, he dove for her neck, making her wince.
"Say my name," he growled against her heated skin.
Ahri's eyes snapped open, then grew heavy. "Ezreal!" She cried, the sound immediately searing itself into the Explorer's mind. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, then spilled her honey all over them and the sheets.
Ezreal held her until she stopped gasping and shuddering and melted on the mattress.
He kneeled up, panting but smiling.
"Not bad," Ahri breathed, regarding him lazily. "I guess that Explorers pick up all useful skills during their journeys, mh?"
Ezreal grinned, and wiggled his wet fingers.
"Still." Ahri cocked an eyebrow, amused. "Say my name? I didn't know you were into that."
Ezreal's expression grew mischievous. He leaned over her, kissing her.
"I just thought that someone could use the lesson," he murmured against her lips.
Ahri giggled. Her hand came up to caress his cheek. "Oh dear, have i been a bad girl?" She asked.
"Very much." Ezreal skidded her lower lip with his teeth. "Thankfully, i am here to steer you to the right path."
"My hero."
Her whisper came with her hand brushing against his crotch. Ezreal hissed.
"How about i thank you, mh?"
The breathy tone of her question had his cock strain against his constraints. Alright, that was enough. Those pants had to go.
He got up on his knees, fiddling with his jeans. Ahri was only too eager to help him, and soon the last of their clothes laid discarded.
Ezreal panted with relief when his throbbing cock came free. His ego gave a pleased purr at Ahri's ecstatic expression as she took in its size.
They came together with hungry kisses, the feelings of their heated skins coming into contact filling their senses. The air of the room pressed down on their sweat-laden bodies like a wet blanket, almost like they were cocooned in a place of their own, alone apart from their burning desire for each other.
Ezreal hissed when Ahri's hand snaked down to his member. Her soft fingers curled around his shaft, her thumb pressing down on his tip and smearing it with the bead of pre-cum decorating it.
He panted as she started to pump him, grasping at her shoulders. Ahri smirked at him, her disheveled hair clinging to her face, and pumped faster.
She gasped when his mouth and hands found her body. He sucked on her left breast and massaged the right, while his other hand sneaked down to rub at her sex.
They teased each other for some time, their harsh breaths and moans filling the room.
Eventually, it was too much.
"Ahri…" Ezreal panted. "I can't wait anymore…"
"Me neither. Come on…"
Grabbing her smooth thighs, Ezreal adjusted himself between her legs. He grabbed himself and pushed his member against her flushed sex. Ahri's mouth opened in a silent scream as their sexes came together. Ezreal ground against her, slathering his member with her juices.
The sight of his cock gliding along Ahri's aroused sex was mesmerizing. He hungrily watched it, growling and hissing every time he pushed forward with his waist.
Ahri moaned, her hands grabbing at his shoulders until her nails left red traces over his skin.
"Come on…" She all but begged.
Ezreal bit his lip. God, she was so beautiful.
Grabbing his member, he pointed it at her entrance. Then, slowly, he started to push inside.
Ahri arched back as her lips were pushed apart. Pleasure fizzled along her aroused body and mind.
Ezreal kept pushing until he felt his tip bump against the entrance of her uterus. He moaned, leaning his forehead against her shoulder. God, she was so tight and warm.
Ahri moaned loudly. He was so perfect! His size filled her up so well, stretching her just that right amount. The sensation was overwhelming, and left her reeling for breath. She loved it!
"Ezreal…" She moaned. Her hands traced his shoulders, his nose, his jaw, his neck.
"Ahri…" Ezreal growled.
They kissed heatedly, saliva dripping down their chins.
Ezreal started to move. Slowly, he retracted himself from her until only his tip was inside, then pushed back all the way inside, making her moan and writhe. He repeated the motion again and again, and soon he had found a rhythm, the wet slap of their bodies coming together echoing in the heated room.
It was his rhythm, she realized, languid and slow, pushing out all the way and then back in until his balls connected with her ass. She loved the passion of it all.
Ahri met his thrust with her own waist. Her hands roamed his back, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, nails leaving red trails.
Ezreal sped up, his thrust turning less deep but rougher and faster. He angled himself, searching for her spot. He found it soon, Ahri crying out as his member brushed it.
Smirking, he pushed against it again and again, making her moan in pleasure.
Ahri couldn't believe how good he was. When she had caught him, she had wondered if his fame as a ladies-pleaser could really hold on to reality. If anything, it didn't do him true justice!
Still, a fox wasn't so easily tamed.
"That's it?" She teased between kisses and pants. "I thought that you could do better than this."
Ezreal smirked to her, eyes cloudy with lust.
Then Ahri's pussy clamped down on him.
"Oh fuck!" Ezreal swore, losing his rhythm.
Ahri laughed and tensed her muscles again, making him wince as her walls came down on his member. Ezreal's knees buckled, and he had to support himself on his arms.
"Right, i forgot," he mumbled, sweat beading on his forehead. "You're kinda a sex Goddess. Guess i got lucky you left me to do all the work."
Ahri's smirk was all teeth.
She started to move her waist in a complex, snake dancer kind of way, massaging him inside of her in a way that left him struggling for breath.
"Holy shit, Ahri," he hissed. He had been with many girls, but that was an all-new experience. Now he could understand why people piled over each other to get a shoot to her. But no way he was getting left behind.
To Ahri's delight, he dove for her breast. His mouth latched on her nipple, licking and rolling it with his tongue and scraping over it with his teeth.
At the same time, he started jackhammering into her with a strength and speed that she didn't think he possessed.
"Oh yes!" Ahri screamed, her waist bucking wildly against his.
Suddenly, her tails rose all around them. Ezreal had barely the time to blink that they all dived for him. He cried out as they massaged him all over, their fluffy consistency over his sensitive heated skin driving him crazy.
Like he was possessed, he drove himself into Ahri, burying his cock into her hot vagina again and again. His hand found hers and their fingers intertwined on the mattress.
Their sex took a frenzied rhythm, the wet sounds of their love-making intermingling in the heated air of the room with their moans and sounds of pleasure.
Those were the moments Ahri loved the most, when her partners gave in to temptation and become one with her in the heat of passion. That it was Ezreal driving himself into her was a plus that drove her crazy with lust.
Neither talked anymore, each focusing over the wet slaps of their bodies coming together and their sexes intertwining.
Ezreal could feel the pressure build, Ahri's warm pussy and devilishly skillful tails bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand came at her clit, plucking and twirling it.
Ahri moaned, her fingers scraping at his shoulders.
He came down on her, their lips meeting into a heated kiss, then buried his face against the skin of her neck, breathing hard and fast, his hips working feverishly.
His cock throbbed, he could feel himself coming closer.
Suddenly, her tails fell on him, forming up into a dome. Ezreal found himself enclosed into a warm space, the air filled with arousal and Ahri's scent.
"Say my name," she growled from beneath him, her feline eyes glowing with savage lust.
Ezreal lost it.
"Ahri!"
He buried himself fully inside of her, his balls making one last resounding cock twitched one, two, three times, then erupted inside of her with three jets of cum.
Feeling his semen filling her up, Ahri screamed and came right after. Her waist, that had been rolling and thrusting to meet him, stilled. She shuddered, her vagina squeezing him for all he was worth.
Their juices leaked down, staining the already soaked sheets.
They stood joined for a long moment, their bodies trembling, then crumpled over each other.
Ezreal panted, his hardened chest pressed against Ahri's curvaceous body. When he turned his head, he found her looking at him, eyes filled with pleased tiredness.
"Wow," was all he managed to say.
What else could he say? That had been the best fuck of my life? That was way too embarrassing.
Her eyes twinkled with smug mischievousness.
"I know." She left a kiss on his nose.
He snorted. Of course she did.
He got out of her and laid himself to a side, Ahri's tails helpfully providing him with a heavenly soft mattress on which to rest.
The fox-girl nestled against his side. He circled her shoulders with his arm. He felt exhausted, but god if it was the good kind of tiredness.
"I told you could take me," she murmured, sated and beautiful.
Ezreal grinned. "Do i take that some of this exhaustion isn't from tumbling on the bed?"
She put a finger on her lips and winked. "Who knows?"
Pfft, of course she would be like that straight to the end. Ezreal shook his head. He decided to just let it go. He felt far too good to get grouchy, and the stern act didn't suit him anyway.
"So, the tails," he began. He twirled a hand around, gesturing for the fluffy goodness spread all around them. "Is that the ace in your sleeve?"
"Just one of the many," Ahri replied with something akin to sufficiency.
Ezreal didn't struggle to believe that. Still, he felt in the joking mood.
"Why, am i not good enough for them?"
He didn't really care, he wasn't the kind of guy that got bruised ego about that sort of stuff, but he had to admit the curiosity.
"Never meant that." Ahri left a butterfly kiss on his jaw. "You're good."
Yeah, not the kind of guy to easily get a bruised ego, but the kind of guy to easily have his pride stroke. Ezreal took the compliment like a purring cat. Ah, guilty pleasures. Who was he to say that he had none?
"So, what now?" He asked. "How this friends with benefits relationship is going to work?"
"You're the man," Ahri said innocently. Her finger traced path along his chest. "Aren't you supposed to be the one calling the shots?"
"Yeah, not my style. And something told me you wouldn't get very well at someone telling you what to do."
Ahri's eyes flashed with a ferine light. "Smart boy," she said, and kissed him, something that he relished.
Trying to stop her from doing too much mischief, he was all too eager for that. Telling her what she could or could not only because they had casual sex? No way. He wasn't that kind of man, and Ahri was far too wild for it.
She stood pensive for some moments, her fingers idly brushing her chest.
"I am thinking some cuddles for now," she said eventually. "And then we hit the road and you can show me where people have fun in this city."
Ezreal liked quite a lot the sound of that. He was in vacation after all. "Alright," he said, amused. "Bright and lively, mh? I can get behind that."
"Always." Ahri's pearly teeth flashed behind her full lips. "Of course, you'll have to make sure i don't get to mischief."
The suggestive light in her eyes left little to the imagination, and Ezreal felt his stomach clench as images of more love-making around the city flashed across his mind.
"Yeah," he said with a grin. "I feel i am up to the challenge."
Ahri's smile was a work in pleased radiance. She cuddled against him, almost glowing with excitation for the night ahead.
"Gotta say," she murmured, pleased. "I love how Piltover welcomes troublemakers like poor little me. Do you think i'll get the same treatment each time i'll come here?"
Ezreal circled her with his arms, pressing her sweat-covered body against him.
"Who knows? I guess if the office hasn't someone to spare, i can sacrifice myself for the task."
She felt her laugh softly, the vibrations resonating deeply in his chest.
He buried his nose in her hair, basking in her heavenly scent and the heat radiating from her body. Ahri's anticipation flowed into him, and he already started to think where he could bring her. It was just a matter of choice really. Piltover had no secrets for him. One thing was for sure: that would have been a night to remember.
Author's notes
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