Ugh, there was the sound again. Garen's bed squeaked like a hunting drake, and this time, the sounds were a little too rhythmic to be anything other than what Lux feared. She flopped down on her bed, leaning her head against the cool stone wall, slowly unbuckling pieces of her armor.
Her brother was getting bold, letting his Noxian lover into the heart of Demacia, the Crownguard Estate. A feminine moan resonated from behind the wall and Lux rolled her eyes, the last pieces of armor hitting the thick plush carpet with a dull thud. Sharing a wall with a horny soldier whose dick knew no loyalty was a drag.
But the Noxian… Lux caught herself caressing her thigh. The Noxian was gorgeous. Fit, tight body, a shock of red hair, and an attitude big enough to keep her thick-headed brother in check. She was a dominating force, her presence alone enough to make Lux weak in the knees. They had only met once, accidentally, on Lux's balcony when the Noxian leaped into the wrong room. Lux never even got her name. But the sight of her and her unique smell lingered, a spicy scent that she hadn't quite been able to place yet. But she could always tell when Garen was committing treason; through her open window, she smelled those spices just now.
She sank back into the massive array of pillows arranged at the head of her bed. She felt exhausted, but her body was alive. She was wired and had no idea why. Her mind wandered, and she tried to recall the events of the day. Thoughts of courtrooms and nobles danced through her mind, but she kept coming back to red hair and toned biceps. What did the Noxian look like under those concealing clothes…
Lux pulled herself back to reality, mentally chiding herself for being seduced by the enemy. She read about Noxian agents like that in the histories, seductresses who infiltrated nations to take them down from the inside. She bolted upright. Was her brother in danger? Was his secret lover an assassin? She hurried over to her balcony, throwing open the huge glass windows. A muffled sigh escaped Garen's slightly ajar window, and Lux blushed. Through the glass, she caught sight of a curtain of red hair and the hardened, rippling back muscles of the Noxian currently straddling her brother.
A wave of heat rushed between her legs and she pulled away, shutting the balcony doors. Why did she always have to fall for the enemy? First, the traitorous mage in the prison, and now a Noxian assassin. Lux's thoughts once again drifted to the glimpse she caught earlier, and she imagined what it would feel like to be tossed around, maybe even pinned down…
She was wet. She was distracted. She was not of her right mind. The Noxian had a death grip on her and would not let go. Something slammed against the wall in the room next door, and Lux couldn't help but imagine the red-haired woman pushing her small frame up against the wall, the scent of sweat and arousal, the feeling of a rough, calloused hand between her legs… Light pooled in her hands and Lux jerked her head to the side, turning to look at the large mirror mounted across from her bed. The light slowly faded to nothing.
She pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her black leggings to the ground, leaving only her undergarments. That Noxian spy would haunt her no longer, she needed a clear mind to practice controlling her light. She couldn't afford another mistake. Crawling onto the bed, she looked over her shoulder to the mirror, using it to guide her in unclasping her white bra. The garment fell to the bed, and she flipped over onto her back, the cool silk pillows caressing her, just like that woman's body… Lux shook her head, willing her mind to clear and for her to relax.
But that damned bed started squeaking again. How could they go at it so long? What were they even doing in there? Her thoughts wandered, and she undressed an imaginary version of the red-haired woman. Beautiful toned abs, firm thighs that she would love have clamped around her head, and a gruff voice that cut through her veil of regality with ease. Lux teased her nipples, imagining what it would feel like to kiss her; what would she say? How would the woman react? Would she… Her hand had moved down to her underwear, a finger slipping under the lace waistband and down to her vulva. A wet patch had already started to spread, and she easily found the source. Dipping a finger inside herself, she thought about the Noxian pushing her down onto the bed, mounting her face…
Lux moaned, her free hand fluttering to cover her mouth. She looked around the room, face bright red, hoping that no one heard her. Obviously not, but she couldn't be too careful. For a lady of the Crownguard family to be seen pleasuring herself, especially to the thought of the enemy… She pressed her palm against her clitoris, a jolt of pleasure running up her spine.
"Ah… yes… touch me right there please." she moaned under her breath. She wanted her. She wanted the Noxian to grab her, force her arms over her head, drag those fingers across her throbbing… "Ahh! Not so rough!" Lux whispered, easing up on her clitoris. Would the spy listen to her? Would she obey commands from a pathetic Demacian like her?
"No." she growled to herself, pushing her hand back down. She threw her head back into the pillows as she worked herself back and forth. "You worthless mage," she said aloud, "You should be purified, I should call the mageseekers myself!" Lux sighed heavily, hand firmly squeezing her breasts, the other curling inside her, pushing up towards her clitoris. Yes, the Noxian would berate her for her weakness, for her shameful abilities, she would take charge and force her to obey her superior. Yesss…
The thought sank into Lux's mind, light sparking on the hand currently servicing herself. The warmth spread from her glowing palm to deep inside her, as if her insides were a furnace. With her body on fire, sharp spikes of pleasure radiated from between her legs. She was sweating profusely, working her right hand as if punishing herself. Her magic glowed brighter and the heat increased. Lux lifted a hand from her breast and gestured toward her ankles, shackles of light appearing around them, binding her tightly against the bed. She strained against the magic bindings, but it was no use. The spy had Lux right where she wanted her…
Yes, yes, yes! And then the red-haired woman would devour her now that she was unable to move. The Noxian spy would ravish her clitoris with her tongue until… Lux gasped, her back pushing into the pillows behind her as the rest of her body spasmed. She could feel her vagina tighten and pulse around her finger as a bright flash of light burst from her body.
Eventually, the light faded to a dim glow and Lux was able to regain her senses for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror across the room. Her hair was a tangled mess, her panties practically ruined.
Oh no. The light shackles weren't fading. Lux struggled against them, trying to break their hold on her. She tried to focus her mind, relax, just like Sylas had taught her. But it was no use. After several minutes of panic and fruitless efforts, she consigned herself to bed. She had little energy left to do anything but crawl under the blankets, kicking her sopping wet panties off of the bed. These bindings would be a tomorrow Lux problem.
The golden light of morning arrived, and Lux did not awaken. It was only when a mailed gauntlet pounded against her bedroom door that Lux shot straight awake, wide eyed. She was relieved to discover that her legs were now free, but her heart sank when she heard her aunt's stern voice from the other side of the door.
"We have court in five minutes, where are you? You better be ready!"
Lux leaped out of bed and flung herself at the wardrobe, throwing on relatively fresh clothes and struggling to buckle her armor. She smelled and her hair was a dragon's nest, this was going to be an awkward day at court. Despite her best efforts to tame her hair, it was hopeless. A headband would have to do for now and she rushed out the door and down the hall, emerging into the Great Hall in time to see Garen also enter from an adjacent room. They took their places beside their aunt as the first visitor was escorted in.
Lux looked over at Garen, noticing that he too was in a state of pure dishevelment. He had dark bags under his eyes, his hair was sticking straight up in the back, and… were those bruises on his neck? They locked eyes for a moment before looking away, color rising to their faces.
Lux wondered what exactly he had gotten up to last night to wear out such a hardened soldier. Maybe the Noxian…
Oh light, she was hopelessly enamored.