AN: I'm sorry for being late. My internet had to be replaced during the making of the sixth chapter.
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Also, I'm planning to make an actual story to connect everything and to explain my idea of the League.
The Harrowing! A time of spooks and art, champions and summoners alike in costumes of culture and memes! And also the perfect time for a couple to go out. The League of Legends always releases new skins for certain champions on Harrow's Eve, which is always a wonderful time to meet fellow champions and summoners interested in fashion. Although, Taric and Jhin are dominating the fashion industry, it always is refreshing to see new works.
For this year's Harrow's Eve event, Zed was chosen. Upon being announced, many saw him emotionless, his face covered with his iconic mask. Yet, Syndra and Akali easily knew what was going on beneath that mask: pure excitement. If one was to lift the mask off, they would see eyes glowing with glee and a smile from ear to ear. Then again, if one did lift his mask off, an arm would go flying… Serves well in the time of Harrowing, one could suppose.
"Congratulations, Zed!" Syndra floated around Zed, pulling him around in circles as she giggled. Zed laughed, his laugh innocent and lacking the usual sinister tone. In his abode in the sky with Syndra, he was dressed in gray sweats and a undershirt, contrary to what many people assumed. Syndra herself had her hair tied in a ponytail-bun, her silver hair tickling Zed's arms.
"I can finally be a model!" Zed's face was truly childlike. His young face had hardly aged and although the scars made his visage frightening, a smile always changed the aura. His young Ionian face was like that of a model with a good jawline, minus the fact that his eyes were vicious crimson and scars covered a majority of his face. Where his cheeks would be thin yet full of innocence, large cuts going from the corners of his lips to his jaws created a sick smile. The "smile" was from an encounter with The Golden Demon and served as a constant reminder. Scars went across his face, on his forehead, down his eye, and on the bridge of his nose. Yet, when he smiled, Syndra's heart nearly melted in a gushy firework of love.
Syndra's usual sharp face was now in a smile of happiness. Her face used to be one of constant scowling and sneering, but the fateful meeting changed everything. Now… The two live as the most powerful couple in Ionia and possibly Runeterra. Yet, the image of these two stoic power-hungry demons existed as being brooding dangers to the world. So when the summoner's council announced a new Harrow's Eve skin for Zed, everyone shuddered. The feeling of how this could empower the already powerful champion…. And also how many people may simply feed with him.
Nonetheless, the couple were ecstatic. Syndra had only experienced Harrow's Eve once, with the lucky chance of being taken to a party with Karma, she had gotten to see many costumes from all over Runeterra. Piltoverians dressed as cliche film characters, Zaunites dressed as a much more calm and clean people, or even a spectre pretending to be a spectre. It was all very… jovial. Syndra had gone as a Mirai, using a bit of magic to color her orbs and her skin while having the help of Karma make blue clothes. To say the least, many were as happy as she were.
"Syndra."
"Yes, Zed?" Zed looked into Syndra's glowing purple eyes and she into his red ones.
"I can't do it." Syndra tilted her head.
"What?"
"I can't go out there dressed in some costume…" Zed put his head in his hands, his short black hair rustling as he ran his hand through it.
"Oh dear, Zed- you can do it! It'll be great! And plus, I heard that Shen has become a bit more loose in his code! Not to mention, it's been awhile since you had an original skin, right?" Syndra had lowered herself to Zed's head, gently pulling his arms away to show his face. The Master of Shadows was staring at blankness, possibly imagining the awkward silence as he walks into a room of champions.
"No, Syndra, I'm going to cancel it." Zed murmured. Syndra looked down at Zed, pouting. She saw the art and outline for the new skin and to say the least, she was excited. To see her lover's abs and body in cool and spooky glowing paint, ghostly blue armor, and a new crown to boot!
"Zeeeeed, but I'm going too! And I promised Karma to bring you along."
Zed felt a nerve stop. Had he heard that right? Syndra told her friend that she was bringing him along? Oh no no no!
"Syndra! B-but I'm horrendous! I can't face Karma!" Zed was looking at Syndra with panicked eyes, wide saucers to her calm orbs. Syndra inhaled before looking at Zed sternly. Zed gulped.
"Zed… I know what you did. But we all have our own sins. Compared to you, I barely come close. But I'm the only who can barely come close. That's why I'm here. Don't be afraid to show yourself." Zed looked at Syndra, taking in her stern guise and feeling his worried fractured face straighten itself with confidence. Zed erased his frown and had a neutral mouth, but confident eyes.
"You're right. I'll go to the League's fashion show. Afterwards, we'll go to the costume party at Karma's." Syndra smiled and took Zed's face in her hands, kissing him. Zed kissed back, feeling his ego swell as he felt the soft lips on his scarred rough ones.
The fashion show went as planned, Zed had gotten into the dressing room and was quickly put through a series of hands and tools that changed his entire appearance. First, with the armor pieces which was lighter due to the reduction. Without the entire torso piece, a lack of most of his arm-pieces, and having only a crown-like mask, he was much lighter. The glowing paint that went over him stuck on and felt more like second skin than paint. As he stepped out of the conundrum of the tools, he looked at himself in the mirror.
Cold gray gauntlets held his claws, phantom-made with energy. His waist guard had a bit of a cloak that covered his trousers and showed off his metal greaves, the knee guard being a bit more rounded. The chestpiece and shoulder guards were very similar with sharp edges reminiscent of old Ionian warlords. The metal mask was made with light metals and magic as the "crown" was more horns than crown. The summoners had applied a bit of magic to his hair and blades to make them have a shade of ominous light purple to meld with the constant eerie blue. Overall, he was like an Ionian legend, a ronin who came straight out of the ground.
"Look at you! And people say you're more of a monk than a ninja." A strong yet edged voice of a woman spoke behind Zed. As he turned he saw an all too familiar face of a Noxian. Except, the iconic red colors and near-insane grin was replaced with deathly blues and a relaxed smile. Katarina was in her own outfit, consisting of tight-fitting leather and glowing blue magic.
"The Sinister Blade, good evening." Zed crossed his arms and took on a neutral stance.
"Hah! Take out 'Sinister' and we'll have a good evening, Zed." Katarina stepped closer, playing with a custom knife. She twirled it and flipped it with one hand nonchalantly.
"My apologies, Katarina."
"Just say Kat."
"Kat."
"It's good. Look, I heard you're coming to Karma's party. Syndra's a great friend and a person I hold dear to me." She steps closer, blade in a steady grip, "So don't fuck up her day." She stared into Zed's eyes, both blue and as keen as a needle.
"I won't."
"Good." She sheathes the knife and steps away, swaying her hips. Zed follows her and the two meet up with Viktor to start the show.
"Hah hah hah-" Need to spit out blood. Patch this up soon. Kill him quickly! The Golden Demon, Khada Jhin. After the death of the master, Khada Jhin seemed to be even more elusive than ever. Constantly finding him right after he left his work was tough, but he was much more dangerous up close. Like a rose, Jhin's thorns stuck and stuck hard. Each bullet either barely missed or hit a nonvital. Yet, as the shots stacked up, Zed felt the stress coming. One shot grazed the left forearm, one bullet stuck between claw blades, two in my back- thank the gods for the new armor, and two cuts in my face. The metallic taste of his blood was distracting. The cut that tore his cheeks stung, but it filled him with a rage that kept him standing. I can do this! As he peered from behind his cover, he saw Jhin with a multitude of traps ready and multiple blades and guns. The Virtuoso twirled his usual gun in one hand while in another, he flipped the custom revolver on his finger. His outfit was much more unusual as well, this time wearing a black skin suit with the most unusual ivory mask. It looked like some kind of crown, but the face was covered with a hole in the center and curved openings on the side like wings. Instead of the usual cloak, Jhin had wings of light. The light was red and clearly blood as the smell was strong. The purple tunic and trousers mixed with the ivory created an ominous image as Jhin laughed and laughed, seemingly affected by a madness beyond the artist's own.
"Oh please, Zed, I can see you. You're not nearly as good as you think you are, you fiend!" Jhin spat out the last word, malice lacing and riding on the sound. Jhin poised, aiming at the rock Zed was behind. Quickly, Zed sunk into the shadow and appeared about thirty feet from behind Jhin. In a swift effort, he summoned his shurikens and threw them, the whirling projectiles spinning right towards the shoulder blade and spine of the crazed madman. Yet, all Jhin did was turn and shoot the blades. "You're not nearly as good as your father, but you'll make do. Now, dance for me!" The loud shot signaled a fourth bullet and time slowed as it fired. It was like moving in an ocean of blood and mud, each muscle seeming to respond slower than the mind could command. Then, the searing explosive pain. The feeling of being hit by something akin to a blade and a hammer followed by a bomb in his shoulder was deafening. His hearing seemed to stop working, his sense of smell dead, and only being able to feel. The bullet had stuck itself deep in Zed's shoulder, exploding inside his shoulder and destroying his shoulder blade and part of his arm. As he looked down, eyes blurred with the threat of passing out, he saw red gushing out of his shoulder, a giant crater that went deep.
"Hahahahahahahahahahah! How beautiful!" Jhin's voice snapped the daze in half, the pain seemingly awakening Zed. The ninja howled as he was filled with rage and pain, the pain of his cut open cheeks seemingly like tiny tickles. The sensation of his skin and muscles being burned was blindingly painful. It was more painful than the time he had fought the Zaunite drug lord who drilled his thigh with a power drill.
"You… Agh!- Asshole!" Jhin laughed even more, tapping the side of his gun against his head.
"Come come, we have much more to do before the curtain call." Jhin raised his ivory gun, the revolver now at his side, and aimed straight at Zed. The target dropped itself into shadow, away from the deadly point of the tool of art. Jhin scanned his surroundings, the temple he had broken into was covered in rubble from his explosive opening. The blood-wings he had made specially with some engineering and the blood of the monks and elders. Panting to the right snapped Jhin into position as he aimed with the revolver now, the third shot ready.
"Yes, play your part, Zed." Jhin pulled the trigger, aiming at the shadows. The shadow moved, sliding and crawling on the rocks behind a boulder. Jhin sighed as he held onto his fourth shot, his ivory tool aimed at the rock. "Don't disappoint me, Zed- HURK!" The feeling of metal piercing through his stomach and lungs, breaking ribs and cutting his skin, Zed.
"I've got you now, Khada Jhin!" Zed growled through heavy breaths, blood covering his chin. His armor was gone, the broken helmet and armor discarded somewhere. Only the claws remained and they had gone straight into Jhin's back.
"Heh-" Jhin coughed out blood, spurts flying from the hole in front of his mask, "I said that it has yet to be the curtain call. There is much more awaiting us!" The flash of light on metal forced Zed to fall back as Jhin had swung a knife at him. It passed through air as Jhin juggled three knives. His guns had been thrown onto the ground and trying to pick them up would mean death. This wouldn't do… No no NO NO NO NO! Jhin growled as he opened up his tunic and pulled out a giant lotus. This one was unique to his devices.
Zed bit his tongue as he remembered the fight. The scar on his cheeks stung as he remembered the Virtuoso swiping and cutting his face and stabbing him in the cheeks when Zed tried to get close. This costume's really nice. Zed walked down the aisle, cameras flashing and female summoners cheering. Geez, I'm glad Syndra isn't like them… Oh wait, she is. In the corner of his eye, silver hair went up and down as glowing purple eyes stared wide open. I told her that I would show it to her up close… Despite his chagrin, he smiled. It felt nice being accepted and having to be able to do something for people. As he turned to show his face to the other side of the aisle, he saw an all too familiar messy black-tail and green eyes staring at him.
Zed walked off the aisle, protected by the executive summoners' magic. Akali stared at Zed, nostalgia returning. How long had it been since she had talked to him? She remembered the intimate memories of him teaching her how to properly blend into shadows and how to use smoke bombs. His warm voice, his pinpoint teachings, and his patience… It was all very kind and warm. There was also that time. Her awkwardness feeling stifling, his kind voice coaxing her to show her body to him, his loving embrace, and his steaming rod. No! I'm here to just say hi… Akali mentally slapped herself for remembering that time. She saw her old mentor walk into the building. I guess now.
The crowd was deafening and the silence of the room was very much comforting. Katarina had been bombarded by admiring fangirls and fanboys while Viktor was slovenly surrounded and analyzed by the more younger summoners comparing Viktor's skin to a character from something else. Zed himself had many female summoners and males admiring him. The sight of familiar summoners was comforting as he often conversed with them during matches. Yet… the sight of his former colleague, his close classmate, his previous lover. It shook him to his core. As Katarina and Viktor left Zed in his silence, the sound of a window opening broke his thoughts. Soft steps and green eyes approached him.
"Long time no see… Zed." The way she spoke his name… It was all too familiar, it ran a pain across his chest.
"Indeed, Akali." The two were silent, Zed in his costume and Akali in leggings and a tight fitting, black button-up. Akali stared at Zed's yes, knowing that behind the magic lenses, his real eyes were looking at her. Taking in her appearance, her body, her shape. Zed raked her with his mind, remembering the athletic yet soft body on his. Her girlish charm was there and the way she could relate to him, it was very much alluring. She had been only thirteen back then when he was at the right age of twenty. Now, she was a good eighteen and he was twenty five. Time had passed by much too quickly.
"Zed… I've… I've missed you." Zed's throat closed up. "Ever since you left the Kinkou Order. Since you changed. I don't know anymore, you still seem to be the same, but there is a definite change." Zed felt a sting in his heart, but knew it was true. I did change. "Even when our order joined with yours, I never got to see you." Akali's voice broke and she sniffled. "I've missed you!" Tears ran down her face, her nose sniffling, and she stepped closer to him, hand stretched out to him.
Zed was stuck. I've missed you too. I've missed you so much, but you never came when I called for you, for Shen, for anyone to help me when I needed you the most. Yet, despite Zed's thoughts, a pain in his chest lingered, strangling him and wrapping thorns around his ribs and pulling his bones in. The pain hurt, the nostalgia hurt, it all hurt. Zed stepped forward and took Akali in his arms. The short girl felt much softer than he remembered, but her voice, her scent, and her face was the same.
"I've missed you too, Akali." Akali looked up at him, her arms at her sides and Zed's arms around her. He steps away, this time with less distance. "But you must know." Akali looked down and nodded. "I love Syndra. I love you too, but I simply can't let go of Syndra now. She was there when I was at my lowest... " Zed quickly shut himself up before he let his past anger drive his words.
Akali could only look at the ground and let her tears fall. Five years… Five long years and she had grown in those five years, not by a lot, but she had grown nonetheless. The memories of crying due to Zed's leaving, the emptiness in her heart, the lust that had boiled, the death of her emotions, and learning of Zed joining the League. Five long years of crying, emptiness, being unfilled, and a sliver of hope. All for this moment… She had tried to reach him before, but he always seemed to push her away. At the same time… She could not deny Syndra's existence.
"I see… Thank you Zed." She stepped through the window again, disappearing. Zed didn't breath as he held the scent of Akali on his body. She had worked up a bit of a sweat before coming to him, either she was running or she had ran along roofs to get past the guards. Nonetheless, the smell was heavy in his nose and brought about many old memories. Her soft skin, such lithe arms wrapped around him, her lips on his, her liquids on his tongue… Zed sighed before leaving through the portal to go to the dorms and to go to Karma's place.
"Zed! Welcome!" Karma was dressed in her Sun Goddess outfit, the green-aqua pieces went well with her eyes and tanned skin. Zed walked in and was greeted with an interesting sight. Riven was on Lucian's lap while she played Poker with Syndra and Ahri. The three women had shot glasses emptied and placed next to each other. A drinking game? Syndra turned and saw her beloved in his striking ghostly costume and got up.
"Ooh, you look so cool!" She wrapped her arms around Zed's neck and pecked him on the cheek/mask. He hugged her back and was about to sit when he felt an all too familiar presence. One that reeked of duties, order, and… Ionian perfume? Shen walked through a door, in yellow armor and without a mask. The two brothers looked at each other. Then at their costumes.
"Hey."
"Yo." An awkward silence passed. Everyone watched and held their breaths.
"Uh, how've you been?" Zed was flabbergasted. The uptight, morally straight, Shen said… "Yo". The world must've ended some time ago.
"I've been good. Uh, want a drink?"
"Sure." An angry sigh was heard as the nine-tailed vastaya got up and gave Zed a warm smile before punching Shen in the chest.
"Aren't you two brothers? What's with your weird attitude?" Shen coughed and Zed looked at his arm blades.
"It's been a while." Ahri face-palmed in annoyance.
"No kidding. Talk!" She went into the kitchen and brought out beer from Ionia, handing a bottle to each of the brothers. Zed murmured a thanks and looked at Syndra for help. She just stared and smiled, waiting for the result. Sighing, he took off his mask and chugged his drink. Everyone took in the sight of the scarred face, aghast with surprise, but hiding it well.
In thirty minutes, Zed and Shen had downed a bottle each and felt their tongues loosen.
"You're into idols, man?" Shen blinked droopily and swallowed a mouthful of beer.
"Yeah man- Ahri is the best, she sings better than any other group. Also, she got the moves man." Shen was drunk. His lack of tolerance towards alcohol helped and Zed felt a strip of happiness going through his body. A happiness of repairing. "What about you, maaaan?"
"Syndra's wonderful. She can handle so many balls." The two brothers laughed loudly, their childish comedy pleasant, but Syndra just rolled her eyes. Lucian, Riven, and Karma had gone somewhere to create an orchestra of squeaking, moaning, and slapping, while Ahri snored on the couch. Ionian beer was some good stuff.
"You know man… It's so nice to see you again." Zed nodded.
"Yeah, it is."
"I just… I just wished Akali would open up more." Zed's smile broke. The memory of Akali was as painful as it was before.
"Why don't we just bring her here?" Syndra quipped in, her usual outfit lacking the crown. She held Zed's hand, her gaze comforting.
"Syndra… It's, uh…."
"I know what happened Zed." Syndra sat up, back straight and her presence powerful. "She's been a great friend to me. She told me to keep it a secret that she talks to me, but I honestly think that it would be fine to bring her here." She leaned in close, next to Zed's ear, no longer caring as Shen laid down and fell asleep. "And she can join us for tonight." Zed's heart jumped. His girl, his beloved, wanted to do a threesome with another girl he loved. His loins stirred with the memory of his younger years, while his imagination mixed in Syndra.
"Really?"
"Really." Syndra got up and opened a door next to the kitchen. Zed followed her, his mind filling in the blanks of a certain heaviness. Akali sat on the bed, eyes slightly wet, and on her side, sniffing what looked to be his underwear. Her fingers rubbed her loins, her strong legs wrapped and squirming.
Zed could only watch with an open mouth. The green eyed ninja was inhaling his scent and rubbing herself twice with every sniff. Her legs twitched, her body shook, and she moaned. Syndra was behind Zed, her arms on his shoulders.
"We both want this, Zed." She walks in front of him, guiding him by the hand. "So come." Akali looked up as she realized that Syndra and Zed were in the room. She quickly got under the covers, covering her body. She squeaked something with wide eyes and a red face. Zed was as hard as diamonds. Her cuteness, her innocence, how he missed it. Yet, the sultry and childish lover to his left was as amorous.
"Akali."
"Z-zed." Akali let the covers go and Zed stepped closer. He embraced her, feeling her warm body on his and her breasts… They grew alright. No words were spoken, he felt her love and her happiness. She could love him, he could love her, while loving Syndra. It was perfect. She yelped as he carried her bridal style to the bathroom while Syndra floated along. Karma's bathroom was quite spacious, even in her dorm. Syndra removed her clothes, watching Zed take off his armor and gear, his scarred face red with lust. Akali quietly stripped off her shirt, her wetness all over her legs.
Zed's blue glowing paint was still on and he went into the shower next to the large bath. As he was about to turn on the shower, he felt a small hand grab his left wrist and long smooth fingers grab his arm.
"Zeeeeed…."
"Master…" Syndra and Akali both said, purple and green eyes glinting with lust. Akali's face was pink blush, her breaths heavy. Syndra just had a look of sheer anticipation, she was smiling and begging silently with her eyes. The two got up, each got a loofah hanging on the racks, and lathered them up with soap. The water was turned on, warm water running all over the three. The shower wasn't small, but it wasn't large. Syndra placed a hand on Zed's chest, while she kissed his neck and rubbed the loofah against his right arm. Akali was on her knees, rubbing the loofah on his legs, and caressing his sac. The meat between his legs grew harder. It had been on Syndra's stomach, rubbing her bountiful breasts. It poked her underbreasts as her arm went up and down.
The girl and the woman on his chest and his back both remembered the powerful length. Long eight inches with a circumference of six inches. Its veiny length rubbed on Syndra, making her moan in playful pleasure. Zed just watched as his two lovers removed the paint from his body, enjoying the soft and the smooth skin running across his body. The constant rubbing and massaging on his balls made his dick ache for attention and Syndra quickly came in, reading his twisting face. She reached down to the base and held it with two fingers, barely wrapping around. She watched closely as her lover moaned with the small strokes. She smiled as she pleasured her man, pumping his length lightly at the base.
Akali, reached around and felt Syndra's hand working Zed's meat. Feeling competitive, she went for the head. She cupped the bulbous tip, rubbing it with her palm and loving the feeling of the smooth flesh. Her hand went round and round, making sure to rub it in a constant tempo. Zed moaned as the extra hand working his aching penis made his knees tremble and his abdomen tremble.
Pump, rub, pump, rub, pump, rub, pump, rub, it made his penis throb and twitch as the feeling of something heavy toiling in his crotch moved up to the head. Just a little more… rub, pump, rub, pump, rub, pull, pull, pull, suckle- Zed moaned as the heavy load waiting in his rod flew out. The warm and wet cavern swallowed it all, taking in the white juice. It sputtered on the roof of her mouth, ran along her cheeks, and nestled next to her tongue. Looking down, he saw teary green eyes looking at him with lust and a need of approval. Syndra pumped his length slower now, making sure to get out every last bit.
Zed reached down and caressed Akali's cheek lovingly. With the other hand, he pulled Syndra in for a kiss, clearly pleased. Syndra blushed and giggled at the romantic gesture that didn't fit in with the sexual scene. The platinum haired beauty and the scarred champion both looked down at a coughing Akali, who after a few coughs, opened her mouth up to the two of them. Clean. She smiled sheepishly at Zed who pulled her up. He smiled pervertedly as an idea came to his head and Syndra and Akali could only wonder.
"Syndra, Akali, both of you put your hands on the wall and face each other with your hips out." The two did so, feeling the warm water run down their form. Syndra was much more voluptuous, but lacked the defining muscle on her body like Akali. Akali's much more fit form defined her waist and abs more, but her breasts weren't as large as Syndra's. Black hair went down with silver, green eyes into purple. The two friends, panted at each other, feeling each other's love for the same man.
"Ahhh!" Syndra moaned as she felt a hand rub cold body wash on her inner thighs. Akali moaned as well, stifling it by biting her lip. Zed was behind them, rubbing body wash. Their thighs, thicc and strong; their calves; their buttocks, fat and fashioned from care and exercise; their backs, sexily curved and powerful with muscles holding breasts; their chests, large and perky, and their beautiful mounds one with hair and another bare and hairless. His left hand palmed the silver-haired pussy, rubbing the lips while pumping her tiny hole with his middle finger. To the right, he rubbed the younger and hairless vagina, making sure to powerfully finger her with two fingers while occasionally rubbing her clitoris.
The woman moaned, loving the feeling of Zed's rough fingers exploring their inner walls. Zed himself took pleasure in feeling the women's pinkness around his fingers, feeling himself grow harder and harder with every moan they released. He noticed that Syndra's legs were shaking, trying to stay opened while also trying to close. Akali on the other hand was trying her best not to crumple to the ground, her face contorting into pure pleasure with a masochistic enjoyment from not being able to see Zed.
He pumped and pumped, fingered and fingered, and soon it came. Two waterfalls, two crashes, two waterworks. Syndra moaned into her hand as she bit on her finger while she felt her body send shivers of electricity. The embarrassing sensation of her fluids squirting all over Zed, the knowledge that he was smiling and enjoying the sight of pissing herself, Syndra could only fall in ecstasy. Akali on the other hand was much more… twisting. As her orgasm came, she felt her mind blank in a wave of heated release. Her muscles twitched, minds of their own, as she hugged her body and slid to the ground, a torrent releasing onto the shower floor.
Zed stepped back and observed his handiwork. Syndra's piss had washed off, but the sight of her smiling stupidly and Akali shuddering and moaning was hardening. He turned the water off and with the girls on his shoulders, he brought them to the bed. Akali's scent was still on the bed, but it only added to the mood. He gently laid them on the bed, Syndra smiling her kind warm smile, laced with a zesty passion. Akali looked at Zed longily, like a young school girl. They both looked at his ready penis, its hardness like a flagpole. Syndra was the first to get to the pole, waddling on her knees. She placed her hands on Zed's abs, feeling the muscle and his strong posture. Not to mention, the heated dick rubbing her cheek.
Zed was breathing heavily, the soft texture of Syndra's cheek, her white hair tickling his legs and balls, and the way she looked at his meat and him. Behind the lust, her love sat upon a throne of control. She turned around on all fours, raising her hips and arching her back.
"Come on, dear." She gave another wiggle, shaking her pale smooth ass, its squishiness and jiggly texture alluring and seductive. "Come get it, honey." Zed chuckled, holding his dick in his hand and rubbing the wet open lips with the other hand. He aimed it right at the hole, feeling the wetness coat his head. As he was about to spear forward, he felt a hand stop him. Akali put a hand against his chest. She went down, tongue hanging. The younger girl rubbed her pink muscle on the meat, tasting the unique flavor of reproductive organ, loving the fact that it was Zed's. As she slobbered over his dick, it lifted up in arousal. She crawled over to Syndra and whispered something. Syndra only smiled in return before rubbing Zed's dick with her cheeks. Akali held Zed's long length in between Syndra's cheeks, pushing the soft flesh onto his penis. Zed thrusted while Syndra pushed back, loving the slimy texture on her backside. Soon, the pace was quickened to a bouncing tempo. Syndra was shaking her ass against the dick, coating her buttocks in saliva and sweat.
Zed huffed and puffed, loving the feeling of his lover's ass. But it was cut short when Syndra removed her ass out of the scene, only to slide in his length. He moaned loudly, the tight walls on his tip sending him into a buckling feeling. His knees shook and his head buzzed. He grabbed onto the voluptuous hips and thrusted. He wanted the release so badly. He thrusted harder and harder, bringing the hips back to his pelvis when he thrusted from the tip to the base. His balls slapped her heavenly thighs, his sweat flew off with hers, and he moaned in chorus with her.
Syndra's mind was in shambles, trying to hold itself together in the beast of pleasure. Incomprehensible thoughts flew through her as she went face-to-pillow and cried out in one more release. Her mind blanked out, only feeling Zed pull out, his length having pierced her cervix over and over at incredible speeds. She could see him get on the bed, next to a black-haired beauty, Akali.
"I've waited for this day for so long, Master." Zed twitched as the submissive tone and title went so well with her younger appearance and personality. She was spread-eagle, showing her pink and peach-colored flower to him, making his dick shake in anticipation. He put his hands next to her head, his breath caressing her neck, chest, and lips. The scars on his face added to the frightening yet older visage, the familiar works of his face ever beautiful. Zed went forward, kissing her while piercing her. The tightness was unbelievable and her mini orgasm only tightened it up more. He groaned as she hugged him and moaned. The way she clung to him was so childish, it was almost criminal. His hips were spurred into action, thrusting and pounding the pussy it knew from a memory long ago. The nostalgic feeling of her pink walls, the muscles of her athletic abilities, the way she moaned like a small animal, it drove him mad.
He didn't thrust, no, he pounded her. With Syndra, only five inches went in with six when he pierced her through. With Akali, only five with her cervix. He pressed into her like no tomorrow, panting and growling in her ear while she moaned and yelped into his. She trembled on his dick while he rubbed his entire length in her, her ass clapping his balls.
"I- ugh- missed- AH!- this!" She moaned, crying as she felt her orgasm wash over.
"I love you so much!" Zed said in return, pulling out as he kissed her. Syndra rushed over, grabbing his knob and jerking it. She pulled a shuddering, half-conscious Akali over and started to lick his length, cleaning him of all the juices. Akali lapped at his balls, feeling the heavy and hot orbs. As Zed looked down, he saw silver and black mixing and moving on his balls, making his hips thrust up. And they looked up at him with wanting eyes. He groaned once more as he showered them in white, covering them from hair to ass, warming their sweaty bodies. The three fell in bed, not minding the fluids. Akali snuggled onto his ribs while Syndra whispered sweet nothings in his ear, as they all fell into the pleasure-filled sleep of exhaustion.
The next morning, The trio met with the trio of white, black, and jade. Riven, Lucian, and Karma sat across from Syndra, Zed, and Akali. Lucian and Zed just stared at each other while the women giggled and talked.
"So, Karma, huh?"
"Yes." Lucian cracked a smile as he felt Riven kiss him on the cheek. Syndra did the same to Zed, Akali following, and Karma doing the same to Lucian.
"We're probably the luckiest men in the world."
"Hmph, yeah." The two chuckled as they made out with their own silver haired beauties and green-motif lover.