Chapter 7 - Cassiopeia x Swain
"Y'all ready?" Katarina asked her companions, her emerald eyes glistening under the moonlight.
"Let's do this" Talon grunted.
They were at a vast and rich garden, a green yard hidden by tall walls in the night. Jericho Swain's manor stood ahead, its dark walls and tiles as imposing as the man himself. "Do you remember your part, sister?" Kat whispered behind a brush.
"Yeah, yeah... I get in there and distract Swain as you two infiltrate his chambers and look for any evidence on daddy's disappearance." Cassiopeia said, rolling her aqua blue eyes.
"Alright..." Talon pulled his hood over his head "Let's get to it."
As the couple of assassins ran along the bushes and disappeared into the shadows, Cassiopeia simply slithered her way to the front doors. She padded her golden chest piece and waved her blonde, shoulder length hair. It felt good to drop that heavy head. The double doors reached about ten feet high and its dark-red wood was carved with ravens and trees. The end of her tail wrapped around a heavy golden ring and knocked the door. She heard the knock echo through the walls, almost like a rumble, followed by shallow steps.
An old servant with a bowed back opened one of the doors. "Goodnight, lady Du Couteau."
"Hello Zheng, you look lovely tonight." She complimented him with a pleasant smile. She knew the old butler from the many times that Swain invited her family over for dinner. He looked seventy by then
"How may I help you in such a late hour?"
"I need to talk to Jericho, is he..."
The harsh voice came from the stairs. "Yes. I'm here." The Grand General stood above the steps, wearing casual dark green robes and clutching his cane. "And so are you, even though the gates of my gardens are kept locked and the walls are too tall for you to slither through them with this... legs of yours."
"It was opened. Where is your courtesy Jericho? Is it my tail? Or my tongue?" The slipped her slender, reptile tongue out, licking her lips.
"Pardon me... Hard years of hard work made me a hard man." He said while descending the stairs, coming down to the floor and kissing the back of her hand. "Leave us, Zheng. Come with me milady."
The Lamia followed him upstairs, the general slowly staggering while Cassiopeia slithered next to him. They entered a cozy room filled with expensive furniture, a fireplace and shelves filled with many different bottles.
"This is th finest rum from Bilgewater. I believe it was a gift from your dear sister when she came back from her mission there." He said while pouring some for himself. "On the rocks?"
The Lamia made her way to a table on the center of the room and settled her thick tail on the mahogany surface. "Yes." He handed her the cup "Thank you."
"Now milady... you still hadn't told me the reason of your pleasant visit." The general gave her a short smile and sipped some of his drink.
"My family has always been one of the most powerful in Noxus, Jericho." The Lamia descended from the furniture and slithered towards the window, opening wide open to let the cool breeze of the night in. "Can I call you Jericho?"
"I suppose we are past these small formalities, yes."
"Well, for a nobleman to rise he needs to fight, and win of course, many battles. You know that more than anyone." She bent her body on the parapet.
Swain chuckled, coming closer to her, "You flatter me."
"But for a woman to rise..." Cassiopeia was about to finish her sentence with a charismatic smile when she looked out of the window and saw them.
First she saw a purple-hooded assassin hanging from a balcony with one hand. He was shaking his legs frantically while Katarina blindly tried to find her way on the balcony, a ornate ancient vase stuck over her head. The she tripped on the fence and met Talon on his desperate attempt not to fall. Cassiopeia could hear he couple of assassins muttering various shits and fucks as the Lamia herself thought "Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. They're gonna give away their position!"
"Milady?" Swain's voice came from behind, "You were saying..?"
"Oh!" She startled "What... what I was trying to say was..."
"Yes?" He raised an eyebrow.
"For a noble lady like me to rise." She rested a hand on his chest, fondling with his robes, "She has to make powerful friends."
His doubtful expression vanished into a smirk. "We both know that I'm a friend of the Du Couteaus, even though your sister seems a little fishy to me. What exactly are you proposing?"
"That we seal this friendship." Cassiopeia lowered her hand until her fingers were pulling at the laces of Swain's robes. "Here and now." With a gentle tug, she undid the knot and the green cloth slowly parted, revealing a half-erect penis.
It was a slender form, long and slim, it's length starting to turn Cassiopeia's duty into a prospect of pleasure. "Get to work then." Swain grabbed her head and forced it down. Before going to her "knees", the serpent woman tried to catch a glimpse of the two troubled assassins but saw no sign of them. They had just disappeared. 'I just hope they didn't fall down'.
Jericho tightened the grip on her short blonde hair, turning her attention back to her main goal. His tip poked her closed lips anxiously and she measurably opened them, giving his head a wet kiss. She could feel him beginning to relax as her mouth caressed around his head, covering it with a sheen of spit. Putting her tongue out, Cassiopeia licked the side of his penis, going back and forward. She finished licking one of his testicles, leaving them wet and sloppy and making the General shudder.
"Why don't you put that tail of yours to work?" His voice was harsh and lusty.
"No pretty pleases?" Said Cass, resting his member on her chin and flicking her tail behind her.
"I'm not asking."
"As you wish... Grand General." Her scales climbed his legs, brushing against his inner tights as she made her way to his crotch. The green tail wrapped around the base of his shaft, twisting around it. Looking up, the Lamia caught a glimpse of a desperate desire on Swain's face, but that was quickly changed into his classical formality.
"Do you really like it?" She asked before moving her head forward, engulfing half oh his length with her warm mouth.
"It's... Ah... it's an amazing feature." He answered, caressing Cassiopeia's hair while she bobbed her head repeatedly on his cock.
She brusquely stopped the fellatio, her tail pulling the manhood out of her mouth with a squishy sound. "Most people find it... something unpleasant to look upon."
"The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, my dear." He said, impatiently grasping her blonde hair and shoving his dick into her mouth. "My eyes see your curse as a blessing."
Cassiopeia responded with a muffled moan, slightly gagging as his head poked the back of her mouth, not really touching her throat. Her eyes got moist with tears as Swain stuck his length down her cave with short but quick thrusts. As her wet tongue slithered through the General's skin, the man bent over and reached for her breasts. They were full and milky and he went to heaven when his hands slipped inside her metal bra. His harsh palms against her nipples made her shudder with pleasure and she slipped his cock out of her mouth in order to release a delightful moan. 'I just hope Kat and Talon take a long time to find something...' The Lamia thought to herself.
Not waiting for said Lamia to return to her dutiful fellatio, Swain pushed both her mounds out of its confinements, two milky huge globes tanned by several topless sunbathe sessions. Cassiopeia took long enough to understand what the General intended and only raised her chest to his groin when he started tugging her upwards. While she spread them apart to welcome him, Jericho pushed his long member between them with his thumb. She used her forearms to press them together, smothering the wet and hard shaft.
Supporting himself on her shoulders, Swain slightly bent his knees and began pumping himself between her soft breasts, closing his eyes as a wave of pleasure went through his abdomen. Cassiopeia's slim tongue came out of her mouth to flick at the tip of the hard cock. Jericho grunted repeatedly as he thrust his member against her chest. Each thrust was quick and harsh, making her tan boobs jiggle and her golden hair to sway back and forth. His grip on her shoulders tightened and Cassiopeia found herself slithering her scaled tail up to wrap around Swain's only leg.
"Please Grand General..." the Lamia pleaded, pressing her face against his ripped stomach, her slim tongue licking his navel, "Please. You can give me your cum..."
"Ladies do not beg." He said, pushing her head downwards. She obliged, opening her mouth to let the head of his cock poke inside it. "Only sluts beg... are you a slut, Cass?"
Cassiopeia couldn't take it anymore, the friction of his flesh rubbing against hers and the dominance he was imposing was too exciting. "I'm your slut... ah..." Swain gave on harsher thrust inside her mouth, propping her tits upwards and tugging at her hair. "I'm your slut, Grand General. I beg you for your seed!"
"Very Well..." The man smirked.
Her spit was drooling around his head as his thrusts became even quicker. Her nipples were sore of constantly rubbing against his hips. Her hands gripped her breasts tight, keeping the manhood between them pressed even tighter. Suddenly, Swain groaned and Cass felt her lips smeared by his hot cum. She pulled her head upwards, from instinct. That only made him shoot thick ropes of cum against her chin, making her mouth and jaw all a sticky hot mess. When he removed himself from between her mounds cum was dripping down at them.
He gave the Lamia an ornate tissue to wipe her skin and after some farewells and a cup of rum, she departed. The Ionian butler opened the gates for her and outside she found her sister and Talon standing in the shadows.
"Took your time, huh?" Katarina sounded frustrated. "We've been waiting her for almost half an hour!"
"Wha.. but..." Cass was surprised. "I saw you too almost falling from a balcony. How the fuck did you get it so fast?"
"Oh, you saw that? Hehe." The redhair scratched the back of her head. "We were already extracting."
Talon broke his silence. "It seems that Swain doesn't keep his secrets well hidden. Perhaps we wouldn't even need you to steal them."
"Fuck you. Both of you." Cass hissed.
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