Thanks for all of those who read the first chapter! It's been awhile since I've written anything, so in my spare time I decided to go ahead and do so again. Since I've been playing league of legends almost daily, I decided to expand on lore and my favorite pairings of champions. I always would like to hear what the readers want, please rate and review c: And now, without further adieu, chapter two!
Warning: Small bits and pieces of lemon may be found within.
Jarvan's father, the King of Demacia, was holding a feast in honor of those in the Dauntless Vanguard and returning officers of the military's return at six that evening. They were to dress in their finest attire and eat and drink to their hearts' content that night.
Garen and Lux had lain in bed talking about the many things they had missed out on in the past months until it was absolutely necessary for Garen to get up and get ready for the banquet at the castle. Lux had told him about how she had graduated from the academy as top of her class; the reasoning behind her appointment to the special mage unit as an archmage for her first run in the war. She had nearly perfected every light spell in the books of Demacia's library and was going to be a tactician as well as second-in-command of her troop. Also, in the time her brother had been away, she had been seeing an explorer boy from Piltover. The romance was short lived due to her own indifference with the boy. However Lux did lose her virginity to Ezreal, but she opted to not tell her brother that part.
"Lux it's going to hurt…" Ezreal said softly, stroking her cheek as he lined his hard cock up with her dripping pussy.
Lux smiled, "Its fine, don't worry. I'm tougher than that Ez—"her smile fading to a look of discomfort as he took her word. He slowly slid himself into her, tearing past her hymen.
Lux moaned loudly in pain but found that she almost liked it. She was enjoying the feeling of being filled so far. Ezreal stopped as soon as he was fully inside of her. She nodded for him to continue when she was ready. Before she knew it, Ezreal was pounding himself deep inside her; he hit spots in her that she didn't even know existed! Her pussy dripped onto the sheets, lithe legs and her round ass as he thrust into her. They both moaned loudly and in sync with the hard thrusts. After a good twenty minutes longer, Lux had cum for the fourth time, and Ezreal was ready for his first. He looked very seriously at Lux, his eyes full of lust and gasped, "I'm cumming, Lux." His body started to get rigid and she felt his dick start to swell inside of her. Her pussy clamped down onto him as she came, and he pulled out at the very last second, cumming onto her flat stomach below him.
Lux blushed at the vivid memory of her first time. She found herself growing wet between her legs and she squirmed in Garen's embrace slightly. He looked down at her and spoke softly, asking, "What's wrong Luxanna?"
She simply shook her head and smiled, although the discomfit she felt was clear. "Tell me more about your journeys brother!" She demanded, to bring the attention away from her, "What happened to you while you were out there?"
Garens face grew very serious and seemed placid at the mention of the war. He spoke softly and very gravely in a low tone, "As you know, Jarvan was captured by Noxian forces for a period of time. That is what brought us to Kalamanda. He had been taken right out from under our noses. And in Kalamanda, we were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Noxus's master tactician and senior General Swain was there. We believe they knew about us being there before we did. Once we had rescued Prince Jarvan, Swain declared war on Demacia and anyone that opposed him… Thank goodness that we made it in time, or else Jarvan would have been executed. I guess the thank you would go to a…friend…I made on the way was on the inside and decided to help out—with us agreeing to help her later of course."
"Who was she?" Lux asked with a bitter undertone.
Garen smirked, "Katarina…the sinister blade of Noxus."
Lux was stunned. She had heard many stories of the ruthless sinister blade. Katarina was a cold blooded killer and had never shown mercy. After a few seconds of silence, Lux motioned with her delicate hand for Garen to go on."
"Well… Swain had taken some of her family captive. She simply wanted revenge on the man who rined her life, even if it meant betraying her own city-state. Although we failed to kill Swain, Katarina had still given us a great thank you."
So the murderer did have a heart; with a soft spot for family to boot! Lux thought, although I would do the same too…for him. She looked up at Garen and smiled in admiration. She was so glad he had come home in one piece, unlike some of the others.
The huge clock in Demacia's market square clanged four deep chimes. It had been nearly five hours since Garen had arrived home. "I should get ready now…" Garen said softly to his sister. She looked up at him, confused. "The king has invited the vanguard to come to the castle for a welcome home dinner party."
Lux understood then, as proceeded to roll her weight off of his chest so he could get up.
"I have to shower first… so you don't have to leave yet if you don't want to." He said as he climbed out of his huge bed. Lux smiled with a deviant look in her eye, "Or I mean… I could come and shower with you?" Garen whirled around on his heel to look directly at his sister. "Just like how we used to…right?" she teased.
The Might of Demacia had been completely taken aback by such a direct statement by his sister. Yes, when they were younger, much, much younger they had bathed together all the time, but now?
Again she spoke, "I'm only kidding brother~!" Lux drew out the last syllable purposely. Garen sighed and shook his head, he didn't know if it was in relief that she was joking or in distraught that she was. It's not the same anymore Lux!
As Garen made his way to the door, plush towel in hand, two things happened. The first was that Lux studied her brother's body intently; she knew she liked what she saw. He had a wonderfully bulky muscled body and it turned her on immensely. The second was what Garen saw in Lux's eyes as he turned to look back at her one more time before leaving the room. He regretting looking back at her now, he saw something new in her eyes—lust. She couldn't and wouldn't hide it if she could, not even with a million rays of her Final Spark.
Garen shook his head, clearing it of all thoughts then walked across the hall to his own bathroom. This bathroom was ornate and pristine, with more white marble everywhere; in the counter tops, a large tub and cherub like carvings that acted as faucets for the bath and shower.
He turned on the water for the shower to the temperature that he liked, and stepped in, showering his body with water and mist. He thought about what Lux had said to him. He knew she said she was just kidding and should not dwell on something like this but… he thought of her delicate and now womanly frame next to his again but this time in the shower. He thought of her hair, damp and sticking to her skin, framing her face and shoulders, as the heat of the shower made her blush… The droplets of water that would drip from the shower or her hair onto her breasts and her nipples perked up to the air around them… Garen tried desperately to rip his thoughts away from his sister and these dirty things about her. Luxanna was his blood sister, another Crownguard. He could no longer control his thoughts, his own want for his sister overtook him and it could be seen in his own nether region which seemed to be begging for release.
Garen couldn't believe what he was about to do; he gripped his hard cock and began to stroke it. He leaned his left arm against the shower wall to steady himself as he slowly massaged his cock to the image of his naked sister. He wondered what it would be like for her to put her pink, delicate lips around it and suck it. Garen stroked his large, thick cock faster. You could see the veins in it, aching and forcing it to swell. He tightened his grip and leaned more weight onto the shower wall, beginning to pant and become uneasy. His last thought before climax was of spraying his cum all over Lux's perfect face. He groaned as his release came, spattering cum on the far shower wall. The Might of Demacia had just masturbated to his sister and he felt so… He didn't want to finish that thought.
Garen stepped out of the shower, feeling dirtier than when he had gone in. He crossed the hall quickly, peeking in his room to see if his sister was still there. Thankfully, she had been nowhere in sight, so he entered and locked the door to get himself ready for the banquet. He hadn't seen Lux again before he left.
The Lightshield castle was lit up like a Snowdown tree. Candles littered the pathways that led to the castle's main entrance. Garen had arrived a bit early to the palace so that he would not interrupt the king speaking…like last time. He was dressed in his finest clothes and his debonair could rival even Jayce's. The other members of the Dauntless Vanguard and other officials of Demacia and neighboring allies were in attendance already. Some of the other city-states' officers included Sarah Fortune from Bilgewater, Ezreal of Piltover, and a strange but striking young lass from Ionia. She had long flowing red hair and gorgeous green eyes; she wore a ceremonial robe with Ionian markings all over it. As Garen was introduced to each of them individually by Jarvan, he felt himself looking back at the still nameless Ionian woman. When the king finally entered the grand hall, the entire company silenced and bowed, taking their seats at the dinner table.
The group discussed Kalamanda and the war for awhile, while eating. This dinner was to be a celebration, not a debriefing, so they cut the conversation short. They drank, ate and were merry with each other as they all were happy to be in home's safe arms. Before the end of the meal the king gave a blessing to those who were returning to the front lines in the next deployment.
Garen had decided after being slightly too intoxicated, that he should leave the party a little early. Something in his subconscious told tugged him in the direction of home with the more he drank. One of the small but ornate carriages took him back home to the Crownguard manor. It was nearly after eleven when he returned home and made his way to his room. His tie was long since undone and shirt untucked, brown hair slightly ruffled by his intoxicated nature. Garen twisted the handle of his door and pushed it open. There was no warning to what he saw, but it sobered him up fully and very quickly.
"Garenn~!"