After three months I decided to continue this! Sorry for the long timeout, but college was rough and I had other problems to deal with. In compensation I made this chapter extra-long and with a bit more spice added to it. Once again I'd appreciate feedback and reviews for this, also requests for possible champions and or scenes/kinks are very welcome! Have a nice read and enjoy.

Elowen

The main hall was once again filled to the brim with champions that were all having their breakfast. Loud chatter and eating noises echoed through the huge hall. "You should do Nidalee. Honestly, just look at her, just the way she dresses indicates that she wants it!" Kayn babbled in an excited way, chugging down his drink in one go right afterwards.

"You do remember that Wylan just lost his virginity to Ahri, right? Like he's as unexperienced as one can be. Especially because Ahri more than just certainly charmed him." Vi responded, poking around in some beef with her fork.

In the middle of the two, there was Wylan. His eyes were barely opened, as he was trying to eat but constantly rested his head against his arm. "Guys. Can we discuss this another time, that blast of energy from before didn't last very long."

"So the energy blast was basically you last night?" Kayn said in a serious tone, then tried to control himself, and once Vi started to giggle, he completely lost it.

"Ha-Ha, Kayn." Wylan mumbled, yawning and leaning back a bit. His gaze wandered around the right side of the hall, spotting a few familiar faces from yesterday evening but Ahri was nowhere to be seen. "I'm still facing the problem that is the lack of my gear."

"We do know how to get it back though, don't we? And trust me, Rhaast told me that where he was being kept when I had to go through all of that, it was pretty nice and comfortable. Not like your crossbow could talk or anything, but still. Might make you feel a little bit better."

Kayn played around with his black braid in his hand. Spinning it around in small circles, smacking Wylan with it when he was being negative about the situation or tickling Vi under her ears with it. Wylan liked how positive and amazing his company was, but he could really get a little bit obnoxious. Like right now. Because he was up in Wylan's face. Raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Kayn, you can do better than that, come on." Evelynn mentioned, passing by the three of them, swaying her hips like always.

At forenoon, all the training grounds were opened. They were located on the outskirts of the institute, the marksmen one being in the area of some woods and a small river. The sun shined down on Wylan as he was making his way to the training grounds. A small path consisting of pebbles lead towards it. The environment around the Institute of War was more artificial than one would think. Lots of gardeners must keep the trees, bushes and grass in good form, and all the paths, signs, fences, little fountains and huts were very clean and pristine. Wylan occasionally kicked some of the pebbles and watched them fly around, dust and dirt swirling up from the ground.

The young marksmen, who was in his normal black, light leather armour, noticed that he was slowly catching up to another person who was heading the same way. Well, not just a person, there was an eagle. A really big eagle to be exact. He was circling above both of them but was clearly following the path Wylan and the stranger were taking. As he caught up, the eagle came flying down towards his owner and landed on her forearm. Whoever you are, you're definitely on my list, bird woman!

"Nice sidekick you have there!" shouted Wylan, slowly jogging up to the woman. She was rather tall and had a confident posture. Her dark brown leather armour also had Demacia's signature colours, blue and gold matched into it, be it on shoulder plates, knee pads or gloves. Her hair reached down to her shoulders, its chestnut brown colour shimmering in the sunlight.

"Hey, you're on of the new ones, right? I'm Quinn. Wow, you got a crossbow too! Nice!"

"Yeah, the new one. The title everyone once gets, but nobody really wants. Call me Wylan." He jokingly responded. "And his name is?"

"Valor. He's an Azurite Eagle. The symbol of Demacia is inspired by them. He saved my life, and I saved his. Long story really, might tell you it once." Slowly, but surely, one could hear gunshots, explosions, arrows flying and other shooting noises in the distance.

"Definitely looking forward to hearing it." Wylan mentioned, pulling the crossbow from his belt, seeing as they arrived at the marksmen training grounds. It was a rather big arena, filled with shooting ranges, parkour courses and an armoury for training weapons.

"Go on Valor, have some fun." Quinn mentioned to her companion and let him take off gracefully into the sky. "Won't be needing him here, and it's really not the safest place for birds to be anyways." She cracked a loving smile, after noticing Wylan stare after Valor with a rather interested and baffled expression, then turned around to head off towards where Vayne was training. The vigilante was shooting little crossbow darts into every training dummy that was surrounding her, her cape flowing gracefully with every attack.

"H-Hey Quinn?" Wylan called out but keeping his voice rather low.

"Mh?" She turned around, resting her arm on her hip.

Come on, say something charming, something that would make a girl swoon.

"Do you, err…Do you want to train together? I mean we both basically use the same weapons, and maybe you could teach me a thing or two?" Wylan asked, cracking a big smile while scratching the back of his head, slicking his hair back in the process.

With a puzzled look on her face, Quinn raised a brow, but was keeping a friendly and warm expression.

Abort mission. ABORT MISSION!

"I-I-I mean I could jus-"

"Sure, why not. Let's see if you're any good, new guy." She cut him off, already walking past him and reading her crossbow.

Wylan's eyes followed the demacian marksmen move past him. Even though her armour didn't really put any sort of focus onto her more interesting features, Wylan knew that her ass was magnificent, seeing as the big straps of leather that slipped over her brown, tight pants, formed a sizeable curve on her behind.

During the training, Wylan watched Quinn move, duck, lunge and even do multiple spins and a backflip as she was making her way through multiple courses and target ranges. She was fit and flexible, that was for sure. She never staggered upon landing back on her feet or even groaned or coughed out of exhaustion. The only thing Wylan could make out was focus, determination and precision.

Wylan hit the first target right in its face, the bolt's metal clinking on impact, moving on to the next dummy, the marksmen vaulted over a few obstacles and slid under a trap, that suddenly appeared, dashing towards his right and immediately firing his crossbow, the bolt piercing the target dummy's chest area.

Always in motion, Wylan continued to run towards the next target, dodging incoming projectiles along the way and reloading his crossbow. He hauled himself over a rock formation and threw himself towards the left, fired his weapon and immediately threw his trusty throwing knife afterwards. The sound of the crossbow bolt piercing the target dummies neck could be heard, as well as the dull sound of a knife slicing through dummy material. Rolling off the ground and landing in a crouched position, Wylan panted, reloading his crossbow again.

"That was sick!" he heard Quinn shout from behind him, throwing her arms up in the air. Still crouched, Wylan grinned and got up. As he was walking back, he holstered his crossbow in his belt again and threw his hair back, that was waving around his head during combat. This was the final course, and it was late afternoon, seeing as the sun was slowly going down.

Brushing off the dust and strands of grass on his armour, Wylan just wanted to ask Quinn if they wanted to head back to the institute together. "So, what actually is the thing that makes you…unique? You know - the attack the viewers of our battles on Summoners Rift refer to as ultimates?" Quinn asked, resting her arm on her hip, scratching her chin with the other one.

"Wanna' see?" Wylan responded cockily, raising a brow. Quinn simply nodded, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. As fast as a lightning strike, the marksmen pulled his crossbow from his belt and readied another knife. He immediately shot a bolt in front of Quinn's right foot, then circled around her and cut up the air right infront her armour, firing another crossbow bolt right past her abdomen, and immediately placed the weapon against Quinn's neck, his finger at the trigger. All of this took Wylan maybe three seconds.

Quinn slowly raised her arms, yelling "Surrender, I surrender!" in a joking manner repeatedly, cracking a short laugh afterwards. "An execute, I see. Impressive. Quite dangerous." She mentioned, looking down onto his belt, squinting her eyes, to examine the crossbow better, before she noticed what this probably looked like. "Wait, hold on, I was looking at your crossbow, not, you know, like…"

"Oh." Wylan responded quickly. "OH, uh.." His cheeks were reddening rapidly.

You were clearly just checking out my fashionable belt. Clearly. Nothing else. Come on Wylan, don't get awkward now.

Both looked away in an almost cliché manner, before Wylan finally said something again.

"So, err, we should probably head back to the institute, right?"

"Probably. But where's Valor? He should be back by now, he always knows when to come back." Quinn said in a worried tone. She was holding onto her right upper arm, while the other one just swayed there. "Did he not come back before?" Wylan asked curiously.

"No, no he always comes back, we're like partners in crime."

Wylan could see that Quinn was quite a bit nervous. "We'll find him. Let's search around. You take the left part of the woods, where the little bridge leads across the river, and I'll scout out the right side of the territory. Alright?"

Once Wylan ventured out it began to rain heavily. The young marksmen searched everywhere. He climbed up trees to get a better point of view, scouted out every part where Valor could've possibly hidden or crashed down onto and even went as far as to imitate female bird noises. Or at least he thought female birds would make sounds like that. Wylan hoped so, at least.

He was on the outskirts of the forest, exhausted and completely drenched. Making his way back to the training grounds he hoped that Quinn had better luck than him, but upon seeing each other empty handed, tears began to stream down Quinn's cheeks. Even in the shattering rain, Wylan could tell that Quinn was on the verge of crying. The demacian girl began to sob, as she crashed down onto her knees and wiped away the tears from her cheeks.

"Hey, hey, woah. Quinn, I'm sure Valor's currently just sleeping high up in a tree, or even trying to find us right now." He tried to comfort her, kneeling down next to her so he was on eye-level with her again.

"He never stays away this long! He must've broken a wing, or, or, or he-" Quinn couldn't continue the sentence and sobbed uncontrollably.

Here goes nothing.

Wylan moved closer towards Quinn and gave her a warm hug, her head resting against his shoulder. She grabbed onto his shoulders to not crash into him completely, but still slightly pressed herself against him. I'll find this bloody bird. That's the perfect opportunity. "What if he's hurt? If someone captured or…or killed him?" Quinn snivelled, burying her face in between Wylan's neck and right shoulder, trying to suppress more tears. It was getting colder by the minute, dawn was clearly kicking in now as it got dark and the pouring rain didn't exactly make things better.

"I'll find him." Wylan simply said, squinting his eyes. Quinn still slightly sobbed, but eventually stopped and looked up at Wylan. Throwing her arms around him, she gently hugged him. "It's no use. Pouring rain, probably even thunder sooner or later and dawn. It's like searching a needle in a haystack." She mumbled insecurely.

"Head back to the institute. Get some rest. I'll stay out here. Tomorrow's free anyways for me but seeing as you chatted to Vayne about a match on Summoner's tomorrow, you should be well rested. I'll get you your companion back, Quinn."

Venturing around aimlessly, Wylan finally crashed down onto his knees, throwing his head back.

"WHERE IS THIS FUCKING BIRD!" it echoed through the woods, louder than Wylan intended. Hell, you could probably still hear that at the institute. And just as Wylan was about to get up, his eyes noticed a difference of colour on the ground. It was difficult to see in the dark, but there was…a feather.

This thing's massive! That can only be Valor. Regaining all of his energy in a split second, Quinn's words in her dazzling yet strong voice echoing through his head, Wylan began to track the feathers. The trail lead towards a formation of underbrush and stones. Finally, he could make out quiet squawking. Wylan hauled himself over the rocks, to find Valor laying amid thorny bushes and growth. His chest area was pierced multiple times, but not very deeply. He was however unable to move his right wing and was entangled in such a way, that he couldn't escape on his own.

Wylan cut through the vines and thorns with his knife, freeing Valor. Tiny eyes peered back at his when he tried to pick him up, slowly gaining his trust until he had him safely in his hands. He was quite heavy, but Wylan made his way back to the training grounds safely with Valor. The moon slowly emerged on the sky, as the marksmen was heading back to the institute, holding a massive eagle in his hands which began to caw, did Wylan once accidentally touch one of his minor wounds.

As Wylan walked up the stairs of the entrance to the institute, he stopped. If…she's just gonna' take her bird and smack the door closed right in front of me, I'm basically screwed. But what am I supposed to say? "Hey Quinn, you can have your bird back, but I'd like to have sex with you please." No, that wasn't going to work. Wylan just had to make a shot in the dark.

His leather armour was drenched, his top hair was hanging over his shorter side-hair all messy and Wylan looked like a swamp monster in general. Still, he ventured towards the demacian dorms, and held Valors beak shut as he was doing so. He really didn't want to wake anyone up, yet explain to someone why he was carrying an injured Valor around the institute in the middle of tonight.

Wylan was quietly walking down the hallway, when he noticed a wooden dorm door, with a winged sigil on it. That has to be it. The marksmen trainee knocked on the door three times, trying not to wake up other demacian champions. After a short while the door slightly opened, a very exhausted and drenched Quinn peeked out from behind it, a bitter face looking back at him.

"VALOR!" she exclaimed, jumping into the air, immediately taking the eagle out of Wylans hands.

"Shh! Quiet, it's like 2 a.m" Wylan shushed, placing his index finger on his lips. "I fou-"

Before Wylan could finish his sentence, he was dragged into Quinn's dorm. The demacian girl seated him on her bed and went to close the door to her dorm, immediately darting back to her bed again, sitting cross legged in a few pillows. She was wearing a loose, oversized shirt with the marksmen symbol printed on it, as well as some boxers.

"How did you find him? Where were you, you big feathery buffoon! I can't thank you enough, I don't even know how to thank you." Quinn mumbled in a quick way, throwing her arms around and looking back between Valor and Wylan.

"He crashed into some thorny brushes. He's hurt a bit, but he'll recover I guess. I mean…it's nothing really, you're welcome." Wylan smiled, scratching the back of his head while thinking about every possible way he could talk the beautiful demacian girl into making love with him. "You should get some rest I guess."

"Yeah…will do. Hey, can you quickly bandage Valor before you go? I still need to take a shower, can't really attend the match tomorrow all sweaty and drenched." Quinn blushed slightly.

"Of course, don't worry about it." Wylan's mind was racing as he turned to Valor, reading the bandages and alcohol to clean the wound. Did a bird really just get me laid?

So there Wylan was, bandaging up the eagle as he could hear Quinn taking a shower in the bath, the hot steam almost coming out from under the door. A quick medical procedure later, Valor lied down and rested. Wylan sat back onto Quinn's bed, thinking about her. How she was just meters away from him, completely in the nude, probably caressing her chest, stomach, thighs and back.

Hearing Quinn quit showering, Wylan began to get even more nervous. "Aw, damnit." He could hear it coming from inside the shower. "Wylan, is there a towel out there?" Wylan's eyes widened. Frantically looking around the room, he found one. "Uh. Yeah. Did you forget bringing it in with you?"

Upon turning around, he could see the bathroom door opening, and a Quinn, who was only covering her lower parts, stepped into view. "It's fine, just give it to me." Wylan froze. She didn't make any efforts covering her exposed, medium sized chest. He could see the water droplets running down her breasts and building up on her nipples. "Wylan?" Quinn asked, placing a hand on her hip. "I, I just-" he stuttered, trying not to look at her naked body, and instead trying his best to maintain eye contact. But once Quinn squinted her eyes, Wylan let out an audible sigh and a bit of a moan. "Is it that big of a deal for you?" Quinn began to laugh a bit. "If that's the pay-off you wish for, fine, give me the towel and I'll give you a bit of a view." She came closer and pushed Wylan down onto her bed again, undoing his pants and pulling them off. The tent in his boxers could not NOT be noticed. As Quinn began to dry herself off with the towel, she swayed her hips, squished her breasts together and put on a striptease for him. Tracing her outlines she winked at him seductively, pleasuring herself by inserting a finger or two into her slit.

Wylans lust grew stronger and stronger, as he pulled his boxers down and began stroking his hard length, eyeing a stripping Quinn, who gave him a lewd lip bite in response. "Look at you, all naughty." Her sweet voice was like cocaine for Wylan's ears. "You get to look, for now. No touching." She said, as she got closer, and sat on the bed giving him a great view of her exposed breasts, which didn't sag one bit. "Stroke yourself for me, that's right, good boy." She placed her soft palms on his inner thighs, her fingertips tickling his balls. Wylan feasting on her body, could feel his climax nearing at incredible speed. Never has he masturbated in front of a girl, who encouraged him to do so. "Will you cum so soon, Wylan?" Quinn whispered, as she could see that his facial expressions changed rapidly. Upon hearing that, the young man began to masturbate even faster, his thighs being massaged by the young beautiful marksman. Her eyes peering up into his she let her wet hair, which was now darker than before, run down her right shoulder as she licked her lips. "If you can hold it back at this pace for at least five minutes, you get to fuck me. Promise." She let out a soft laugh afterwards, as she could see Wylan struggle right now. "No no, don't slow down, keep going." Wylan was close to climaxing right then and there. Five more minutes at this speed?

No way I'll make that. Gosh she's hot. I'd have never known she was this kinky.

As Wylan continued to masturbate, Quinn turned around, face into the pillows, arching her back and lifting her ass up high. "You would like to stick it in there right now, wouldn't you?" Her sweet voice echoed through the room. She wiggled her well-shaped, peachy butt. Wylan could see the lips of her vagina, as she had a slight thigh gap. "Ah, Quinn I can't take it anymore!" Wylan could feel his climax taking over. "Just one more minute, Wylan, you can do it, trust me!" She answered in a commanding tone, turning around and sitting cross legged right next to him, watching Wylan stroke himself, panting and moaning. Leaning against his muscly shoulders, her breast brushing against his side, Quinn ruffled through his longer brown top hair, and then let her fingers travel down to his neck, massaging it ever so slightly. Just as Wylan was about to give up, Quinn cupped his chin, and turned his head so he would face her. Raising an eyebrow seductively she said "You did it."

His cock was twitching and pulsating intensely. Letting his head fall back into the pillows, Quinn got on top of Wylan, who was now close to being a mindless vegetable, due to all the teasing and edging.

"Fuck me. Please." Wylan muttered under his breath. Lying down against his muscly chest, Quinn's stomach and breasts pressing against his, she grabbed hold of his member. Slowly letting Wylan's rock hard cock slide inside of her, Quinn took it all at once and let out a huge moan. Being completely enveloped inside of Quinn, Wylan began to shake, as Quinn bounced up and down once very slowly. Next thing he knew, his stiff member spurted all of his built up load inside of her, as Quinn was moaning and laughing in-between in a lewd manner. "One bounce!" she proudly exclaimed. Wylan's hands shot up to her soft breasts, he grabbed them, still cumming inside of her, fondling them gently. "You're such a naughty one. Good boy." Quinn moaned, as she smothered his face against her breasts, his hands now grabbing onto her ass cheeks, which were even bigger and firmer than he would've expected, unloading the last ropes of seed into her, thrusting inside of her even more that not even one bit of his member was outside of her. "You can cum inside as much as you want, all of the female champions had certain magic applied, that will prevent pregnancy." She smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Upon feeling his member slide out of Quinn's pussy, Wylan sighed heavily, his semi hard cock still twitching. Quinn snuggled up against him, her wet hair tickling his neck, throwing a leg over his and letting her arm rest on his chest, softly tracing his abs afterwards. "Quinn. I need you to give me your signature." Wylan spoke in an exhausted tone. "Sure thing." She responded. "You know?"

"Kayn let some valuable information slip, when I explained to him that you stayed behind to search for Valor. You did it just to fuck me right?" Wylan didn't like that question. It felt wrong to say yes. Instead of responding, Wylan just pulled Quinn even closer to him, grabbing her firm ass and giving it a tight squeeze, before falling asleep together.

When Wylan woke up, he could smell the scent of a hot shower. Apparently Quinn had just left shortly before he woke up. As he got out of bed and put on his attire, slicking his hair back, he could see something standing on Quinn's table. Making his way over, it was a tiny piece of paper saying "Quinn" with a heart drawn next to it. Wylan couldn't help but smile. Looking around the room, he wasn't surprised by the sheer amount of Demacia merch. A huge banner above the bed, a tiny lion statue on her nightstand and even some panties and a tank top with the Demacia symbol on them, lying around on the floor. Wylan wondered if he would ever see Quinn wearing those. Getting to see a bit of sideboob in that tank top, and pulling down these panties was Wylan's dream for now.

Making his way out into the hallway, he grabbed his cloak and made sure he didn't forget anything. He stepped out, making an effort to make it quick and quiet, so nobody would know he stayed the night in Quinn's dorm. He didn't want to be the top topic of conversation for the next week. As he was walking down the hallway towards his dorm, he stored Quinn's paper in his pouch. It wasn't really that busy, but a few people were walking around, chilling out on benches or having a conversation. "What were you doing in there?" Wylan stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Jarvan emerge from behind a pillar, raising his eyebrows. He wasn't wearing his armour, but was definitely not walking around in casual attire. It seemed like he was wearing training grounds armour. "This is Quinn's room, what in the hell were you doing in there?"

"Look buddy, I've heard the stories of you crushing on Quinn and being rejected, but this is really none of your business." Wylan laughed, but before he knew it, Jarvan punched him in the face and immediately followed up with a blow to the jaw, sending Wylan flying backwards onto the white, polished and flat stones that were the floor of the hallways. Near champions and apprentices came rushing to Wylan. His vision faded to black, a picture of Quinn's beautiful smile flashing before him before he passed out.

Worth it.

I hope you enjoyed, thanks for the read! Just a reminder to maybe leave a review or even give some suggestions, like I already mentioned in the beginning. Enjoy your day. Or night. Or whatever it currently is, where you are.

Elowen