There was a strange comfort in sunlight.
Morgana let it bathe her snow-white skin. She let it sink freely into the violet of her irises; she let it warm up every section of bare skin there was on her body. It would be expected of her to be a creature of shadows and darkness, in opposition to her sister, but no. Morgana did like the sunlight.
When she was satisfied, she slid through the grass. It was particularly soft on that day; softer than she was used to feel it. The grass went forward and ended on the margin of a shallow lake. It was Morgana's favorite lake on that forest; the water was crystal clear, and its surface reflected the green from the tree tops was like a mirror. Beautiful and inviting.
As it was usual to her, Morgana sat by the lake's shore and took off the protection she used to wear around her ankles, then stretched her legs. Her bare feet dipped into the water. Freshness hugged them caressingly, making her close her eyes and moan lowly. Inside the pure water, she rubbed her feet one against the other and saw the slight dust of dirt leave her skin and sink into the bottom of the lake.
Though she had abandoned her shoes along with her wings, Morgana wasn't by any means a woman — a person — to be unconcerned about her feet. She took great care of them by all means she could — no wonder why her toenails were always painted purple — and stopped by that lake at least three times a day to wash and hydrate her feet. However, a certain fact bothered her: there was no one to admire them. She took all that care to keep her feet perfect and soft and flawless — but no one even looked at them. She couldn't remember the last time she received a foot massage; she could barely remember the last time someone looked at her feet. At her. They all just… fled. Terrified by the monster she was.
And it was with those thoughts echoing in her suddenly melancholic mind that she heard it.
The bushes on the opposite side of the lake — which was actually narrow — rustled. From them emerged a man. No… a boy. He was a medium-heighted slim boy, with blonde hair brushed to the side of his head. There was a strange, large gauntlet on his left hand. He stopped by the lake's shore and stared at Morgana, on the other side, for a long time. However, he did not shudder. He did nothing but raising his eyebrow, giving the woman a smile.
"Hey there, lady." He said nothing about her wings. "Watcha doing around here?"
"Washing my feet, as you have probably already noticed."
He laughed and sat by the shore as well. Nothing but an approximate length of five meters separated them. "They dirty?"
"They were." Nonchalantly, she raised one foot from the water and showed him her now squeaky-clean sole.
"I see. Why were they dirty, though? Were you walking around barefoot?"
Morgana stared at her feet. "I do not wear shoes."
"Damn, why not? I mean, it must feel good, but doesn't that leave your feet unprotected?"
Still staring mysteriously at the water, she just said, as if to herself, "To walk barefoot, skin to soil, is true grace." Then she looked at the boy, who faced her with a still arched eyebrow. "You are the first person to lay eyes on me and not run away."
"Oh, I see no reason to run away. You are, with all respect, of course, a beautiful lady."
Morgana laughed in disbelief. "You seriously have nothing to say about this disgusting pair of wings hanging from my back?"
"Oh, the wings. Yeah, they're cool." Upon seeing true confusion consume her expression, the boy said, "I've seen uncountable winged creatures out there, lady, but none of them were as beautiful as you are. Ever heard of Aatrox? He's one ugly winged fella."
She couldn't contain a laugh. "Are you flirting with me, boy?"
"No, no, by no means," he answered, showing her his palms. "I was just complimenting you. Sorry if that got you offended!"
Morgana frowned and stared at him with a wicked grin.
"I still don't know you name."
"Oh." He put his hand on his chest. "I'm Ezreal."
"Morgana."
Realization fell upon him as his eyes gouged out. "You're The Veiled One! From the legend! You are real, then!"
"Did you have any doubt about that?"
"I mean, no; I've seen so many things, so many unbelievable things, that I learned not to doubt the existence of anything. But…" He tilted his head. "You are a mythical being, like your sister." Morgana looked away at the mention of Kayle. "Though I've always been fonder of you other than her. I agree more with your point of view of things."
"I think I appreciate that."
"Yeah! And… And you're here, in front of me, talking to me! I thought you never left your cave because of that tale everyone tells about you. I thought you only accepted to interact with other people in order to punish them or something like that."
Morgana returned her gaze upon him. Her eyes shined violet. "I'm more human than you might think. That's how I chose to live, in fact. Differently from my flying bitch-sister."
"I never thought I'd hear you cursing."
She let out a low laugh through her nose. "What are you doing here, anyway? So deep into the woods?"
Ezreal inflated his cheeks and sighed. "I was just exploring the forest and realized I was smelling like shit. I heard the sound of water and decided to stop by to bathe, but…"
"But I was already bathing," Morgana said with a smile. "Well, bathing my feet, in fact."
"Yeah… Well," he said while getting up, "I think I'll just find another lake or fountain with no one near. It was great talking to you, Veiled One!"
"Wait," she called. Ezreal turned around. "You can do it here. I'll leave."
"Oh, don't worry. You can keep cooling your feet. I'm quite good in… finding other places."
"I insist," Morgana said. "Well, in fact, if you just keep your underwear, none of us actually have to leave. We can keep talking as you wash yourself." She realized how pleading she sounded, how pitifully lonely, as she basically begged for him to stay and talk to her.
Ezreal frowned again, frozen in a walking stance. "Ooookay, then. Excuse me."
He then slid behind a bush, which started to rustle again. After a few seconds, Ezreal came out wearing nothing but a white underwear which covered a portion of his thighs. There was a slight, natural bulge there. His body was slim and considerably muscular; Morgana thought it was because he was a self-made explorer who certainly should make a lot of climbing and walking and running. Indeed, an attractive boy.
"Excuse me," he repeated, right before getting into the water. It was a shallow lake; the water reached only half of his thighs and that was it. He sat down, keeping only his head out in the air. "Ah, it's so fresh in here!" Ezreal said as he wettened his hair with the water, running his fingers through his golden tuft. "I feel like a new man."
"You're still a boy," Morgana said playfully.
Ezreal laughed in response, gradually approaching her, acting as if he was only being dragged by the inexistent flow of the lake. He then got close enough — less than a meter, and Morgana didn't seem to mind — to see her feet, still dipped in the water, in close sight.
"Oh, you paint your toenails," he pointed out.
The Veiled One followed his gaze. "Even mythical, dark and immortal creatures have vanity."
"I like them! The purple really suits you." Ezreal impulsively stretched his hand towards her feet, but stopped midway, even though Morgana hadn't shown any signs of disallowance. "May I?"
"Yeah, touch them." Please, she nearly added.
"Yeah, I…" Still sitting down, he took her left foot in his hand. The mere touch, even if her feet were soaked, made his rock grow hard and his entire body shiver. "I just wanna see your toenails up close."
And he stared hungrily. His eyes devoured every inch of her pale, bare foot. It was… divinely, literally, perfect. The size was totally proportional and attractive; her foot fit in his hand with precision. Her toes were neither long nor short, just… just perfect. Her toenails, painted dark purple, contrasted with her white skin in a wonderful way.
Ezreal whistled. "Lady, I haven't seen a more beautiful foot in all my few years of existence." Morgana's answer was a silent laugh. He then changed his grip and grabbed her foot with both hands, with his thumbs against her sole, caressing it gently. "And so soft, too. How can your feet be so soft when you've been walking barefoot for centuries?"
"They're… just hydrated." Having hands touching and caressing her feet for the first time in — as he'd just said — centuries was… something else. Even if it wasn't a proper massage, even if the boy was only feeling the texture of her skin, it felt unexplainably pleasant. "I come to this lake every day and spend a good amount of time here with them underwater, so…"
"I see. No lotion, then?" She denied with her head, just staring at his hands. "Unbelievable. And I used to think my ex's feet were the most perfect ones in the world."
"You're a foot-boy, then. I've met some like you. They came to me in my cavern and begged for an opportunity to touch my feet," she lied. No one ever did that, though she wished it'd happened.
"I can imagine why. Do you like footrubs, lady?"
Morgana smiled, showing her pointy canines. "To be very honest with you, boy, I could really use a good footrub now."
"So, don't mind if I…" He pressed his thumbs strongly against her sole. They sank in the flesh and slid up towards her toes. It felt — and looked — to him as if he was rubbing pure cream.
Morgana didn't last two seconds without moaning.
"Ah…" She felt, with nearly orgasmical pleasure, his fingers stimulate her foot's blood circulation. An intense tingling filled her whole leg, going up to her intimacies — which also hadn't been touched since even longer than her feet. She sighed and looked up, solely savoring the sensations the boy was giving her. "It… There…"
"Feels good, lady?" Ezreal asked. He was actually glad she was looking up, lost in her own pleasure — in that way, she couldn't see the blatant bulge already fully formed under his underwear. In fact, he was so hard his underwear was basically being pushed out of his groin by his member.
"It feels wonderful, boy…" She moaned again when he started cracking the joints of her toes. A thousand years of tension, just leaving her all at once. "Ah, please don't stop… You can press harder if you like…"
"Damn, I didn't know I was this good at giving massages." He went down to her heel with a frictionless slide through her smooth skin. Applying nearly full force there almost made Morgana lose it for good. "I might open a spa when I return to Piltover, huh? Get some cash."
"Oh, you'll get rich if you… Ah!... do every massage like this…" She kept looking up, as if avoiding his gaze out of possible shyness. "It feels… It feels like you're doing it with passion… Like you're actually enjoying it, you know?" Then she finally lowered her head and looked at him. Gladly, the current angle stopped her from seeing his erection — although something in Ezreal's head made him think she wouldn't mind. "And the fact you're enjoying doing it just makes it feel so much better…"
"Oh yeah? I didn't know about that part." He slowly let go of that foot and grabbed the other one, starting his pressures on the center of the sole. Morgana moaned loud, and didn't seem to mind hiding it. "But yeah, I'm enjoying it. As I said, your feet are…" playfully, he placed a gentle, quick peck on her sole. "Superb."
Morgana stopped moaning. She stopped, in fact. Just stopped.
Finding the sudden silence a little awkward, Ezreal looked at her face, his fingers frozen on her foot. "Lady?"
"Do that again."
He confusedly laughed. "Sorry?"
"Kiss my foot again." Upon seeing his persistent confusion, she added, "Please."
Still with what seemed like discomfort on his face, the boy placed another kiss on the bottom of her foot.
Morgana let out a high-pitched moan. "Oh, my." Then he placed another peck. She shivered. "Oooh, my…" Another one, a little wetter. "Gods, keep doing it… Keep…" Ezreal kissed all of her toes and finished by licking their underside. Morgana nearly screamed, then pushed her other foot against his face. "Lick them… Lick them whole, please…"
"You are one sassy lady, you know that?" Ezreal said as he placed both of her soles together and attacked them with fast, wet licks. Each second made Morgana moan louder and louder. "One sassy lady," he sucked all of her toes; two, three at once, "with tasty, pretty feet."
"Oh, boy, you…" She felt the nearly unbearable urge to touch herself. Her hand even started moving towards there and stopped just by the entrance to her underwear, retreating in the last second. "You make me… feel things…"
However, Ezreal seemed to have noticed. "You can touch yourself if you like. I really don't mind."
Morgana tried to process his words and get them right, but her brain was just too immersed in bliss and dazedness. With her eyes rolled upwards and the feeling of the boy's warm saliva soaking every inch of her feet, she couldn't stop her hand from entering her underwear and rubbing her thirsty, craving, wet pussy. Her fingertips caressed and massaged her clit. And then she lost it.
"Oh, oh, ooooh, boy… Good… So, sooo gooooood, boy…" Morgana's hand acted frenziedly under her purple panties. Her dress was scattered on the grass, and her other hand moved to untie her belt and throw the darned cloth away, leaving her legs fully bare. Her fluid soaked through the fabric and wettened her inner thighs.
Ezreal's own urge to masturbate was nearly uncontainable, but he managed to control himself — only towards that, however, because his kisses and licks started moving forward. He went from the toes to her arch, then to her ankle, then to her calve, while still rubbing her feet. When Morgana took knowledge of that fact, Ezreal already had his mouth on her inner thighs, with nothing but seven inches separating his face from her soaked panties. He could smell her sex; smell her excitement flowing out.
The Veiled One ceased her masturbation and stared at him. Ezreal moved with a quick lick and stopped with his lips nearly touching her covered part. Their eyes met, violet against blue, and Morgana only seemed to understand what was going on when his fingers gently pinched the stripes of her underwear, as if asking for permission to take them off.
Her answer almost made Ezreal feel pity.
"YES!" she yelled. Her own hands nearly squeezed his as she, herself, pulled her panties down, desperately. The boy gently placed his hand against hers and started taking the purple cloth out of her himself. When her panties reached her ankles, he kissed her toes again before taking them off for good and throwing them at the grass.
"Please," Morgana implored, so excited and happy that tears started accumulating on her eyes. "Please, please, please," she begged, spreading her legs wide-open and pulling his head against her bare pussy. It was dark pink, shaved, and delicious. "Please, please, please, please…"
Without having time to think, Ezreal simply allowed to be dragged by her. Then his upper lips met her lower ones.
Morgana's scream of pleasure, bliss, satisfaction and excitement was so loud it basically didn't come out — her voice cracked and teared, vanishing in the midst of her throat. Ezreal's tongue rushed inside of her, and her long, sharp fingernails sank into his head. It hurt, but the boy solely caressed her hand, as if to tell her she was being too harsh, while his tongue moved up to the craving, engorged, right fucking point.
Her clit.
"YES, fuck, yes, yes…" she cried out as he licked and sucked that one most sensitive spot on her body while penetrating her with his fingers. Ezreal glanced above him and noticed she was… crying. As her own hips pushed against his face, despaired for more and more and more of that maddening pleasure, the black makeup around her eyes was starting to melt and stream down her cheeks with her tears. "Oh, oh, gods, gods, gods… Oh, shit, boy, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Her moans and cries made Ezreal's underwear so soaked in precum that it made it look like he pissed himself. While still penetrating her with one hand, he used his other one to pull his underwear down and let it float in the lake, baring his cock. Realizing her feet were there, at the same level as his hungry, thick member, he grabbed both of her ankles with one hand and pulled them towards it.
It was his turn to moan as his swollen, wet, pink head found its way between the arch of her soles, going in and coming out. Morgana felt it and understood at once — she gathered every last bit of self-control there was in her horny body to start stimulating the boy's cock with her feet while he sucked her and moaned on her. It felt…
It just felt. She couldn't describe how it felt.
And neither could he.
His ex used to give him footjobs often, and Ezreal, as he'd said a while ago, used to think she had the best feet in the world. However, when The Veiled One's feet made contact with his glans, his world crumbled. The world crumbled. It was basically a deity's feet. An Aspect's. When her soles started rubbing against his shaft, his moans got almost as loud as hers.
"Hmph, fuck," Ezreal managed to say against her pulsing pussy. "Your feet…"
"Don't stop," Morgana cried, pulling his head back to her. "Don't… I'm almost…"
He only nodded, though her head, arched backwards, didn't allow her to see it.
"I'm almost," she repeated, her voice a mere whisper. "I'm going to…" Her nails sank into his head once again, stronger than before, but the pain only made his own pleasure grow stronger as he humped her feet. "I'm… I'm…" Ezreal sped up the pace of his tongue, which circled and poked her clit, and his fingers, which penetrated her. "Ooooh, boy! I'm… right there… there… don't stop… don't… I'm… now… right now…"
Her mouth scattered open. A hiss left it and turned into a moan, then a scream. All of her muscles contracted; Ezreal could see her abdomen tightening and feel her toes scrunch; he felt her fingers nearly dig holes on his scalp. Then her pussy started to twitch and clench around his fingers. Her whole body stood still for five seconds, and then she broke down.
Slowly, Ezreal retreated his fingers and mouth from her pussy. He, a meaningless explorer boy from Piltover, had made The Veiled One cum. She was laying on her back, as if fainted, panting heavily. Her feet ceased their stimulation, but the boy didn't mind, though his cock twitched angrily, begging for the pleasure to return.
Gradually, Morgana's breaths gained voice and turned into moans. She stood there, laying down on the grass, for nearly two minutes, while Ezreal solely contemplated her divine body and played with her feet.
"That," Morgana said at last, "was something."
"It's been long, huh?"
"You can't even begin to imagine." She sat down again, gazing at his cock and gently, nonchalantly using her toes to play with it. "I hadn't had an orgasm in at least five centuries, boy."
"Don't you masturbate?"
She sighed and looked at the trees around.
"When you masturbate daily for hundreds of years, the magic of it ends up lost. I just… couldn't cum by myself anymore. I needed someone." She gazed at him. "I needed you. To show up."
Ezreal blushed and looked down at her perfect feet.
"Oh, you didn't cum?" Morgana asked.
"I… No, I was more focused on pleasing you."
She narrowed her eyes. "I will not allow you to leave this place without cumming, boy."
A relieved smile took his mouth, and Morgana gave it back. Then she started unlacing her top, taking it off violently and leaving it on the grass alongside her dress and panties.
Her… breasts.
So pale and flawless and hot. Big but firm, with perfect sized, dark pink, hard nipples. Ezreal's erection grew even bigger and harder as he stared at them, hypnotized.
Then Morgana jumped on the water.
"I'll make you insane," she said, then grasped his cock with her hand and started stroking it in earnest, with one hand caressing his shaved balls.
Ezreal closed his eyes and leaned forward to suck on her nipples. Morgana moaned at that, moving one hand from his balls to caress his wet hair, as if to apologize for having scratched his scalp. The precum made his thick cock slide through her palm, twitching every second.
All of a sudden, she kneeled. Ezreal gasped and moaned before she even started doing anything. But when she started, in fact, he had to tighten his legs' muscles so hard in order to keep standing up that he nearly felt a cramp.
Morgana simply opened her mouth and took him inside.
"Oh, by the fuckedy fucking fucks," the boy cried. Her silk-soft lips sliding on his base and around his glans, her tongue attacking all of his directions… He was definitely in heaven. "Oh, oh…"
An uncontrollable impulse made him lunge himself deeper into her throat, but Morgana choked. She coughed on his cock and spat it out to catch her breath, though her flawless, soft hand came right away so the pleasure would never leave Ezreal. She looked up at him and they both laughed embarrassingly.
"I'm slightly out of practice," she said, still panting a bit. "Tell me when you want to go deeper so I can prepare myself."
"Yeah, sorry, I…" But Morgana had already eaten him again, her wet cheeks contracting and molding to his shape, each suction seeming to suck his very spirit out of his body. "I… I…" He kept simply staring at her violet eyes, which were staring at his cyan ones. An intense trade of fixated gazes, without blinking, as she sucked on him with will and determination and he was solely trying not to pass out from the pleasure.
Ezreal was the one to lose the staring game first — the tip or Morgana's tongue gave him a slow, powerful lick on his frenulum, making his eyes roll to the point all he could see was the underside of his own eyelids.
"Oh, gods, I'm… I'm not… not far from…"
Having comprehended it perfectly, Morgana's hand began to massage his testicles with a perfect balance between strength and delicacy. The boy's eyes remained rolled up, uncapable of looking down at her perfect face.
"Fuck… Not fair," he managed to say.
Attending to her previous request, he slowly pushed his dick forward and gently poked the entrance to her throat. Even though Ezreal couldn't see it, Morgana winked at him and took him inside by herself.
He screamed when he felt the walls of her throat squeeze his cock from all possible sides.
Really fucking loud.
And just came without warning.
Morgana's hand left his balls as soon as she realized he'd lost strength on his legs and was about to fall. She hugged his waist and pressed her face against his groin, feeling the extension of his rod throb and throb between her walls of wet flesh, shooting rope after rope of cum directly into her esophagus. She used to be awfully good at swallowing cum, but the centuries of loneliness rusted her practice. Nonetheless, she forced herself to remain there, taking all of his seed, drinking it like a baby would drink its mom's milk, because even though the will to cough and breathe was despairing, Ezreal's semen tasted delicious — and she certainly missed that taste.
It was only now, when the final ropes were being shot, that she realized he hadn't moaned while cumming. When she felt safe enough to slowly take his dick out of her throat and maintain only his head in her mouth, still sucking and licking it, she looked up at him and realized he was doing nothing but staring at the sky, eyes tilted and hiding behind his eyelids, his mouth oscillating between a liquefied smile and a perfect O.
Morgana swallowed the rest of semen that still painted her mouth and tongue and sucked the last bit of it from his urethra. Then she slowly took his rod off her mouth, though her hand didn't stop stimulating him.
She didn't want him to go soft before trying the main dish.
"You alive there, boy?"
Ezreal's head dropped down until his chin hit his chest. Then he smiled, finally looking at her. "Sorry for cumming without warning. I… It just felt too good."
"I was just rewarding you for making me feel in heaven first. The way you…" She looked down, shy. "The way you made me cum, I… Even when I still had a sexual life, centuries ago, I… No one had ever made me cum the way you did, so…" She glanced back at him and placed an adorable kiss on the tip of his cock. "Thank you, really."
With that, Morgana got up, standing a bit taller than him. Her hand still masturbated his cock, gently and slowly, making it gradually return to his fully erect state and tearing some low, uncontainable moans off the boy.
But she shut him up with a kiss.
Ezreal's eyes widened as her mouth met his, as their lips caressed one another, as their tongues swirled around each other, as their saliva merged together in one — though the kiss didn't last long. Morgana separated her mouth from his and directed it towards the side of his neck, and, for some reason, when her lips glued to the skin in there and her tongue wettened it, Ezreal moaned really loud and started panting. One of his hands went straight to her curve, sexy back, his nails making her shiver as they trailed their way across her skin, as his other hand reached for her breast.
After leaving a dark, intense suck mark on his neck, Morgana went for his ear and slightly bit it with her sharp canines. "Weak spot?"
"Yeah… My… My neck is sensitive…"
She chuckled, giving him another provocative lick on his neck before going back to his ear. "I'll just be straight up honest with what I want, boy." She licked the insides of his ear, making his entire body quake. "I want you to fuck me."
Morgana moved her head to face his. They stared at each other; her expression was a mixture of malice and horniness, with raised eyebrows and a bitten lower lip, while Ezreal's expression was pure surprise and tension. Nonetheless, he smiled, mimicking her face.
She leaned forward to kiss him again, and so he allowed, delivering himself to the ecstasy for a moment — before stopping the kiss and holding her face between his hands, staring deeply into her eyes.
"I want to see your face when I penetrate you, lady." She smirked and licked her lips. "I want to see your mouth moan my name. See, not just hear it. I wanna see."
Morgana raised one leg to the side of his body, and he immediately got the message, holding her leg in that position with his arm. "Then see, boy," she said as she grasped his dick and placed it on the entrance to her pussy. "See."
Ezreal just pushed his hips forward.
And although he tried to maintain that serious, dominant personality, his moan was louder than hers.
His own mouth scattered open and he found himself shutting his eyes awfully tight — just as tight as her insides were. As soon as his glans passed through her entrance, her pussy seemed to suck him in entirely, something out of the control of both. Morgana's eyes also didn't manage to remain glued to his face: they rolled up and towards one another as both of her eyebrows raised and her tongue dropped out of her mouth, dripping saliva.
"GODS!" she screamed, sharp nails scratching the boy's back as she herself pushed and bobbed her own hips, making Ezreal's cock swirl inside her, poking different directions. She barely realized when he also cried out a moan and dug his head into her chest, burying his face between her boobs and biting her nipple. "OH, fuck, boy, I… You didn't… Didn't seem so… So big… Before…"
"You didn't seem so tight… when I was fingering you," Ezreal said, frenziedly humping her, uncontrollably sticking himself as deep as he could into her. "You're so fucking hot… So perfect…"
Her hand moved to the back of his head and caressed his hair as he sucked on her tits. She stared at the sky, smiling, and cried. Morgana cried tears of pleasure and satisfaction towards the sky. Again.
"You see that?" she yelled towards the tree tops, the white clouds, the blue behind them. "You see that from up there, you bitch? Can you get this from up there, you flying bitch? Huh?" Ezreal laughed as he looked at her insane face; her angered, yet pleased, expression as she cursed at her sister. "Can you get a thick, young cock pounding your pleading pussy from up there in the sky, you whore? I guess you can't, you fucking scum! Fuck you, Kayle! Fuck yooooou!"
"Morgana," Ezreal called, panting, humping. She looked at him with embarrassment, having suddenly lost control, but he was laughing, showing approval. "It should… It should be 'fuck you not, Kayle'. We don't want her… to get fucked, do we? Do we want her… to experience this pleasure, Morgana? Do we?"
And she laughed as well, the tears still streaming down her face. "No, we don't… We don't…"
"I'm cumming," Ezreal said, speeding his pace up. "I'm gonna cum in a minute…"
"So… so am I…"
"Together, then," he panted. "Together… Towards the sky, as we… cum… ah… fuck…"
Morgana raised her arm with her middle finger sticking out. Ezreal, at the brink of orgasm, did the same. And then, as her walls clenched around him, as his cum was shot inside her womb, as the most powerful orgasm possible consumed every inch of their bodies, they both shouted, from the top of their lungs:
"Fuck you not, Kayle!"