Chapter 4: Family First
The pair were at complete contrast. Katarina, the mistress, legs strewn out this way and that, covered in warm blankets, her features gentle as she slumbered. Luxanna, so used to living comfortably, now at the bottom rung of society, a slave. She was tossing and turning, uncomfortable because of her bindings and her position on the bed. Both slept, and the dreams of each had a certain Noxian tinge. Katarina's sleeping mind was seized by images of the golden-haired delight she'd won for herself, the sounds of the Crownguard girl's moans, and in her dreams Luxanna gave everything willingly - because she knew her place, she prostrated herself on her knees, touched Katarina's body because she delighted in doing so.
Lux's dreams were of a darker, more practical variety. The slave relived flashes of the battles she'd witnessed and been part of in the final days of Demacia, she dreamt of Katarina's intense, blissful violations - her body utterly betraying her even in the creations of her own mind. The things she saw in her rest were as bad as the bleakness of reality; Lux slept through these morbid visions, her body trembling every now and then when her dreams became particularly harsh.
Katarina woke up first, the light of day banishing her peaceful rest. At the foot of the bed, Luxanna's slender body was curled up. The girl's sleeping posture was horrible, but that was to be expected for the effort of comfort; Lux didn't have much room to shift around, she'd made do. The Demacian brat was still deep asleep, her breath softly falling from her naked chest, her lithe frame bathed in a ray of sunlight, no doubt warmed by it. The sight of her sun-draped slave was like that of a particularly beautiful painting. Katarina sat back, sighing pleasantly as she took in that succulent vision. She'd been right. Using Lux made her feel much better about everything. For a moment, Kat considered waking the girl up to a cock in her mouth, but that idea didn't appeal to her. She promised herself it wasn't to preserve the quiet tranquility which cloaked the sweet, golden-haired mage while she slept.
An assassin develops a kind of routine; always wake up early, before or as the sun rises, check your stock of poisons, make sure your daggers are sharp, do your morning stretches and exercises, and never miss out on any of these things because without them it could be the end of the line. It'd be really embarrassing to die because your blades were too dull to penetrate someone's leather or linen. The Noxian assassin begrudgingly got up. As the crimson-haired woman was preparing, there was a knock on the door, and without waiting for a reply, the knocker invaded. The door burst open. A familiar voice - twisted by the strange ailment which plagued the speaker - came hissing, singing out.
"Dear sister, tell me, iss it true~?" Katarina's younger sister, Cassiopeia, slithered into the open room, amber eyes flared wide, growing wider still when she recognized that Katarina was not alone in her chambers; the assassin was still naked, sitting cross-legged on the cool stone floor and sliding her favorite blades against a whetstone.
Katarina glanced idly over, sighing softly. "Draven really does need to shut his big mouth. Next time I see him..."
"But then how would I get all my news? Besides, mother would have told me anyway." Cassiopeia replied smoothly, all her s's dragging in her peculiar, reptilian way. The golden-clad half-snake started leering at her big sister's new slave. Cass was clearly delighted at the mere sight of Lux's sleeping form, a certain fascination blooming in her strange eyes.
Turning into a monster had only made Cassiopeia nastier inside to match her disturbing exterior. In kids' stories, women like her learned a lesson about cruelty after being transformed, but Cass took the moral of those stories and twisted them into something else entirely in true Noxian fashion. She took delight in anything unpleasant for other people, and that nasty smile of hers was never far. Katarina didn't give a shit her sis had become half a snake, there were other things Katarina knew about her little sister that made their relationship sour. Cassiopeia had never had a moment of innocence to speak of.
"By the way, Katarina, I'm sure you've heard already that mom is throwing a gathering. So, you will be seeing Draven sooner than you thought. He'll be one of our guests in a few nights... along with his brother, of course. I suspect you'll be too busy with him to even think about Draven's loose, special little tongue." Cassopeia's gaze slid idly over, as if she didn't care about what Katarina had to say, but that was the gambling face of a gossip.
Only someone like Draven could stomach bedding a snake like her, so she had her tail constricted around that guy when he was out of the arena and off the battlefield so tight Kat was surprised he had the guts to act all tough, considering what they both knew about him. Draven was a gossip and a loud-mouth, her sister was the opposite, always slithering around in the shadows. Darius and Katarina hated the union, but there wasn't much either could do about it.
At the thought of Darius she couldn't help but get amused. The brute was likely going to challenge her when he saw her next, he wasn't the type to accept defeat gracefully, not even one at a slave auction. She muttered back, glowering at her sister. "Why are you here, Cass?"
"Short-winded as usual, dear sister."
Lux was blinking awake at this point, rubbing her eyes. Immediately, she sensed there was someone - something - new nearby. She cowered back for a moment, startled by the freakish countenance which hovered, an immense emerald tail coiled beneath its frame, only a few feet away. Whatever it was, the figure was leaning over the bed, staring down at her.
It was horrible being a beast when beauty was once abundant in her, she'd attracted the eyes of all, but of course there were times when Cassiopeia delighted in feeling like a monster. Like when a Demacian slave girl was cowering away from her. That was when the snake truly showed her scales. "I'm here to greet our new guest, of coursse~ Luxanna Crownguard, in the flesh..." Cass licked her lips, words trailing off into a purr.
"I understand why you wanted her, Kat. Pretty little thing, isn't she?" Cassiopeia reached one tan-skinned limb out, and placed a hand along Lux's cheek; shivering in delight when the blonde shook her hand off, glowering up at the snake. "And unbroken . How fun."
"Keep your fangs away from her. She's not for sharing," Kat muttered nonchalantly. That would've been the end of it, if she had her way, but of course with Cassipeia enough was rarely so.
"Really?" Cassopeia asked innocently, "Mother won't be pleased when I tell her that you-"
Katarina turned heated green eyes on her younger sister, standing up to her full height. She didn't say a word, merely glowered quietly. The two sisters stared into each other's eyes for a moment.
Risen up above her long tail, Cassiopeia was much taller, towering above her older sister, yet after a few long seconds Cass apparently decided the feud wasn't worth the trouble. "I was kidding, Katarina, I'd never sssnitch on you."
Their entire childhood showed what a lie that was. "I earned her, killed for her, gave up much of my personal coin. Like I said, not for sharing. Not until I'm done with her."
"Hmm. Our family really will be disappointed. What will you do if father asks to borrow her for a night or two?" Cassiopeia smiled with delight when Katarina froze up hearing that, her long fangs glinting behind kissable, painted emerald lips. "That's right. Always a daddy's girl. You won't deny him... or perhapsss you will? It'd feel good to finally get the one up on him, wouldn't it? But on the other hand, to know that you are the one bringing him joy and satisfact-"
Kat swore her sister picked words with lots of letters that dragged because she liked to hear herself. "Oh, fuck me, enough , Cass." She snapped, losing her patience.
Grabbing a cloak to hide her nakedness, she threw it on, then walked over and wrapped a hand around Cassiopeia's forearm. "I understand my slave is, for some reason, very appealing to you- I'm guessing you're scheming and want to let Draven have a pass with her at Darius's expense- well, I'll tell you what... If it means you'll shut up and leave, maybe ask me again sometime, nicely, and I'll really consider it for you , alright?"
Cass slithered along beside her, escorted back to the entrance of Katarina's room, smiling with delight at her small victory. She'd been temporarily placated, perhaps next time the outcome would be different. "That sounds... agreeable."
"Now, I'd like to continue my pleasant morning... without you in it." Katarina opened the door and pointed out of it.
Cassiopeia laughed . "Truly sssuch an unrefined tongue. Fine. See you sssoon, Katarina~ and you, Lux." For a moment, she fixed her inhuman eyes on the light stared quietly back, her expression decidedly neutral.
Kat sighed with relief when the door slid shut behind her sibling. The silence was only temporary, of course.
"Your sister being a literal monster doesn't surprise me. Do all Noxians prey on the vulnerable?"
"Your brother being a literal imbecile didn't surprise me, do all Demacians think big armor will protect them from a dagger in their vulnerable places?" Katarina replied coolly, and Lux grew quiet at that.
So much for having a good morning. Katarina wasn't sure if she was amused or angry. A night of rape, and Luxanna was right back to mouthing off at her - that silken, sing-song voice chirping Demacian hatred like a morning bird. The assassin clenched her fists, turned away, and continued to go through her routine, muttering under her breath.
Perhaps Lux was more bothered than she'd originally seemed, because she went silent after that one retort. Apparently, she just wanted to be left alone as well. For the sake of a quiet morning, Katarina silently met her in the middle just this once.
Then, suddenly, Lux's voice came flowing out. "Tell me exactly how you killed him."
Katarina froze, and nearly spilled the vial of viscous violet poison currently in her hands. She glanced sideways, and saw that Lux was peering at her with an emotionless mask, blue eyes blazing. Lux's knuckles were white, twin blue suns beneath her silken gold locks absolutely mesmerizing. Katarina put the poison down, walked over slowly, and grabbed Lux by the chin, wrenching her face up and meeting her eyes head on. There was no point hiding the truth, Lux would overhear at the party anyways.
"How'd I kill him? I found him when we were breaking into Jarvan's fortress. Massive, bright shining armor like that makes you a really recognizable target. His swings were too slow, the lumbering idiot. He didn't have your grace, or your wit. Again and again, I found his weak spots with my blades. It didn't help that he didn't want to hurt me, he hesitated when he shouldn't have. Finally, he could stand no more. I stood behind him, grasped him by the hair.. He said 'Wait, please. If you ever cared for me... My sister. Protect my sister, she must not die.' ... Then I slit his throat. For good measure, I jammed the blade into his chest a few times. I really had to make sure he was dead - and he was. His tongue bulged out of his mouth, his eyes were completely lifeless-"
Luxanna had listened to all of this gracefully, silently, but suddenly she jerked her face away from Katarina's hand, all the pain she was trying to hide from hearing all that coming splashing out her eyes and down her cheeks. "You're horrible - why must you insult him. Animal! You cared for him, did you?"
"I respected him."
"Well, I'm sure he'd feel really respected by what you did to me last night, what you've been doing with me!" Luxanna hissed venomously. "You better not be lying. You better be telling me the truth!"
"Every word was the truth," Katarina said coolly. "I've no reason to lie to a worthless slave. When I agreed to his request I wasn't really thinking, and once I saw you... well, you know the rest of the story."
They both remembered their first meeting, and Lux shivered with dread. "My brother trusted you to take care of me-"
"Why trust the woman killing you?"
"Because he thought you were better than the rest of them!"
"And that was his final mistake. Remember what I did to you last night? That is the kind of woman I am, I don't care about what you or your dead brother think of me. What does it matter if I felt some camaraderie for your brother? He's a carcass now, and you? You're the property of Katarina Du Couteau. Whatever came before doesn't matter, you have a new life now."
There was nothing she could possibly say. Lux fell silent. Why exactly was she trying to appeal to the red-haired monster for anyways? Whether Katarina felt guilty about her actions, or cared for her fallen brother, it was irrelevant. Exhausted, the light mage laid back on the bed, staring up at the vast stone ceiling as a strange, angsty torpor took hold of her body. "You said when you first bought me - that I could act however I wanted in your chambers, right? Well, I won't try to escape again. So... Untie me. Please. I want to move around, Mistress."
Her slave's first true request, spoken in a quiet, frightened lamb's voice. The obedience was like a taste of cloud-nine. Katarina said nothing, and a few moments later the clink of chains confirmed Lux was freed. The assassin stepped away, turned back to her poisons, and sat down where she had been before Cassopeia interrupted. From the corner of her eye, still managing her stocks, Katarina watched her.
Lux padded toward the window, stepping into a place where the luminous shafts of the sun poured in, blanketing the floor with warmth. For a moment she just stood there, with her arms spread, the sun soaking into her naked frame. Then, she carelessly pulled some of the blankets and a pillow from Katarina's bed, setting them up like a makeshift bed in the sunlight. When Lux moved around she winced, and at first, Kat wasn't sure what the source of the pain was. Then she realized. Of course, Lux was sore from getting fucked so hard she couldn't walk properly. Suffering through the pain, the Demacian grabbed a few tomes that caught her interest from the sparse bookshelf in Katarina's room; some worn, leather-clad novels about war and adventure that Lux soon found herself absorbed in.
After a few hours of Lux laying alone in the sunlight, reading, Katarina couldn't help herself. The redhead approached from across the room. Seeing her, the slave winced, whispering, "Wait, please don't! I'm not ready."
Lux shifted to get up, but in a flash the scarred beauty was kneeling right next to her, one hand on her knee, urging her back down. "No, don't get up. I want you just like that... you look so pretty in the sun, you know. My little light."
Hearing that pet name, Lux shivered and swallowed, staring into Kat's lime-green cinders. After a few long, simmering seconds, she looked away. "You won't let me move now anyways. I just... I was halfway through a really good chapter. Please, can't... can't that stuff wait?"
It was a poor excuse, yet the pout Luxanna directed her way was the cutest thing the assassin had ever seen. All she wanted to do was grab the tempting little bitch by her golden locks and fuck that kissable hole she called a mouth. The glittering sky-blue eyes, the hair glowing like molten gold in the sun, the pale skin, covered in a layer of bite marks, cuts, all the signs of Katarina's continued abuse were enthralling. Instead of just doing whatever she wanted, the Noxian merely sighed, and let go of her urges. Scooting up behind Lux on the blankets, she put her arms around the smaller woman's waist, pressing her lithe, muscular body against Lux's.
"I won't go farther than this... if you let me hold you."
Lux made a sound something like a broken sob, and then she laughed. She relaxed her stiff posture, and, laying together now, Katarina tucked her body in closer so they were naked and entwined in the sunlight, their legs coiled. Katarina wanted to slam her cock inside the entrance so close to her crotch. Instead, she merely pushed her shaft between the girl's thighs, their sexes resting against each other rather than merging.
"Why is it that the more I don't want you to touch me, the more you seem to want to do it?" Lux asked quietly, voice seething with resentment.
"You know why." The Noxian began to kiss the back of her neck, rubbing the hardness of her arousal around and against, but never into, Lux's used hole. Up and down, the hot, hard length teasing the sensitive skin of her pussy. When Kat's dick touched her clit, the Demacian slave had to bite back moans of delight. This was a test - Lux knew that. If she protested against this intrusion, she'd earn something worse than what she was currently getting. dragging the length back. Grunting, sounding like a true animal, Kat began slowly pressing her cock along Lux's pert, naked butt, the head pressing against her untouched backend for the faintest of moments Exhaling softly, the Demacian forced herself to close her eyes, and focused on the warm sun tasting her skin instead of raging. Katarina's lips teasingly brushed against her throat, placing new marks, biting and kissing, all while that hard length was rubbed against her rear, like a beast desperate to be uncaged, Kat's hips restless.
"Fuck, you really are beautiful," Kat panted as her hips moved, her hands planting onto Lux's. "All mine, can't believe it."
"Your sister wants me... though... not the way you do. I could tell when she looked at me -nn, not like that, don't rub like a-ahh! Mmmn!" As Lux was speaking, Katarina began to grind her naked cock into Lux's swollen clit in slow, steady circles, her humping like an eager dog. Disgustingly, Lux had the thought 'Such a shame it's not inside.' Her pleading only earned her more of the behavior she wanted to stop, so, she continued with her train of thought.
"Would you share me with her? Like that man in the streets?"
Kat shrugged. "Maybe."
"What about... your father?"
That got a real reaction. "No. Listen. It's not because I love you or care about you or anything but... I don't wanna share you," the Noxian assassin mumbled, shocking Lux out of her scheming state. She'd been sure she'd be passed around by Katarina's family members, that the conflict with Cass was just a means to make her hopeful and therefore later dejected when she was used by the Du Couteau's...
Lux gave her an innocent expression, long-lashed eyes fluttering, "If your father asks to touch me… should I let him?" She ran a teasing hand down one of her pretty pink nipples, tweaking it, moaning softly. Surely an act, yet Katarina seemed to truly consider that possibility, eyes shooting wide. Horrified, she wondered if her father, even cold and forever distant as he was, was capable of resisting this sweet-voiced Demacian slave with the perfect body, big innocent eyes, and gentle spirit. The assassin made a disgusted sound, grabbing Lux by the arm and flipping her onto her back, tearing the book she'd been reading from her hand and tossing it aside like garbage.
She'd just told the bitch she didn't want to share. She'd caught onto Cass's tricks real quick, leveraging her father. Kat would show her, show both of them. She could do what she wanted with property, she felt nothing special that she couldn't end it at any point. Lux's delicate throat was right there. If she wanted to, one cut. She was in control, she was powerful, she was the mistress of a slave, one of the most beautiful and powerful young nobles in the fallen kingdom of Demacia. Narrow-eyed, Katarina seizing the girl by the ankles. She dragged Lux's legs apart.
For her part, Lux didn't struggle or break eye contact. Katarina went cold with rage when the golden-blond smiled mockingly, and for a moment - face framed by her silken locks and covered in a blanket of faint sunlight, she appeared some elusive goddess of love and sunlight, untouchable and aloof. Her eyes seemed to say 'Touch me. I dare you. I can handle it. Handle anything.' Lux went silent as Katarina pushed her cock into her slit, steadily pressing inside, breaking her promise and destroying the image in her head of her father and her adorable slave. She melted as she felt the hot insides, never tired of this hole.
The next few minutes were a hot, sticky blur. Desperate to prove she didn't have an ounce of goodness or gentleness in her, Katarina drove her stiff, aching cock into the tight entrance of the girl she'd claimed the night before, over and over, holding Lux's ankles next to her ears and ignoring her squeals that the stretch was too much, that it hurt. This position, to get in deep, was surely the best. Pistoning against the entrance to her womb, she lost herself in the familiar brutality. She was going to paint Lux's insides with herself. The mage quietly shifted in her grip, not saying much, and not resisting; She remembered not to go too far mentally, to glance Katarina's way, letting the Noxian woman really see her face and her feelings. No reason to scold, or abuse, legs stretched up high by her head nice and pretty.
"You're so..." Katarina found no words, her hips started going faster. Lux winced, and finally, she could no longer pretend to be unbothered. The crimson haired Noxian didn't need to say a word. Her hard, throbbing cock expressed all her feelings, easing her slick folds apart with reckless abandon.
Tears leaked down her cheeks. "H-Hurry, it- it hurts..."
Kat reached down, and began to tease her clit with teasing motions, then firmer. Lux rocked into it, desperate to banish the pain. A few minutes later, the desperate pleas for Katarina to stop soon melted into jerky, self-hating moans. When she was finished, Katarina slumped against her slave. She leaned over and slung an arm around the girl, tugging their bodies against each other. She didn't say a word, there was no need to say anything in the mistress' opinion.
Hyper-aware of the cock warm and twitching inside her stretched, abused pussy, Lux simply closed her eyes. Didn't protest against whatever this was. Being held like this after that burst of sexual abuse made no sense... but this time she hadn't even been forced to cum. She wasn't sure if she was glad for that. her sex ached, stretched, and she could feel the cum hot and sticky inside her. Worse than that was the strain in her muscles from having her legs pushed up like that, so humiliating, so not what she was used to. But she'd started to feel it. Started to feel it really good... Despite everything, after a few tense moments passed her body relaxed. This was bad, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the previous times. Already, she was getting used to this. Biting back tears, she went back to reading, her heart half into it this time. Resting behind her, Katarina stared out the window at the clouds floating idly by. The Noxian realized she truly dreaded and despised the looming night of celebration. Stroking Lux's belly, she knew, soon, she'd have to take her slave somewhere it could be just the two of them.
But, of course, family came first.
Shaboobamon: *Waves* Hi. It's been a bit, well. Not really, but you know how it is with the hiatuses sometimes. Life is not my friend, but my duty is to my muse at the end of the day smh. I hope you enjoy this chapter. We are fast approaching the prologue.
Many of you have pmed asking about content: Does it get less dark? Does it have het? Etc etc. Yes, it will have minor het scenes. No, Lux will not get gangbanged. No, it does not get less dark - it is a grim story all the way through, even when consent dynamics change. If you're looking for a happy-go-lucky story you are in the wrong fic. If you're still here, I hope you're looking forward to what I have to show you.
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