This chapter is rated M for sexual depictions and exhibitions of female adc's in their natural habitats. It is also based on my Hunters and Scouts au. I am now going to change the rating of the series to M since all of my innocence has slowly withered away. Thank you guys. Maybe.. maybe I should just retire now and become a support Teemo main. See ya in ranked, friends. Tags: Yuri, Vayne, Quinn.
"We are almost there. Please keep walking, my love." The trembling pale figure hidden underneath Vayne's arm lets out a small whimper and the Night Hunter grimaces as the two of them slowly navigate the twisted maze of torch lit hallways and summoning chambers existing inside the Institute. Vayne releases a small sigh when she spots the simple wooden door with her name written on it in cursive. She attempts to take a quick peek at the young brunette vampire that is pathetically trembling against her right side and Vayne's concerned brown eyes abruptly widen in fear when she suddenly realizes that Quinn looks ready to collapse on top of her.
"We are almost there! Please keep your eyelids open Quinn! I can't carry you right now if you collapse on the floor or on top of me. There's just absolutely no way."
"I'm not fat…" Quinn murmurs under her shaky breath and probably shoots her an angry glare in response, but thankfully for the Night Hunter, Shauna can't quite see the scout's sizzling red orbs now that the ranger is currently wearing the black-haired huntress's signature ruby sunglasses.
"Of course not my love, but I am not as strong as I used to be. At least not right now that the damn Summoners accidentally transferred my vampiric nature to your body…"
The Night Hunter stops dragging Quinn's deadweight and pauses to unlock the door and the Wing of Demacia lets out another muffled series of angry hisses and small sobs when her tactless lover all but lets her body drop on their black leather couch like a sack of potatoes. A deathly pale and surprisingly strong hand suddenly wraps around Vayne's wrist pulling her closer and even though she should have somehow expected this Shauna almost flinches when Quinn abruptly snarls at her, her pearly white fangs mere inches away from the Night Hunter's face.
Right, sometimes Vayne forgot how agitated and unstable fledgling vampires could be during the first few nights after they had been turned. Well, at least that certainly proved that her beloved Quinn still somehow possessed enough self-restraint not to go straight for her jugular. That knowledge was surprisingly reassuring for the Night Hunter.
"I apologize." Vayne whispers softly at the ruby sunglasses hiding her lover's vampiric gaze, their twin scarlet lenses glimmering like an array of wet crimson gemstones that were left to dry under the sun on an impossibly bright day. The snarling stops, the light behind the red spectacles dims a tad and the ivory fangs are promptly hidden behind the perplexed lips of the Demacian scout.
Quinn comes to her senses mere moments later when the scarlet sunglasses tilt to take a closer look at her lover's reddening hand and the shocked scout suddenly realizes that she has been actually bruising if not downright crushing the other woman's trapped wrist. The fledgling vampire chokes back another sob as Quinn instantly releases the Hunter's wrist and then shoves her appalled tearstained face into the cream-colored cushions of the black leather couch.
"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" The scout sobs as she feels delicate gentle hands carefully taking a hold of her cheeks before lifting her head away from the tearstained pillow.
The pain returns and Quinn yelps as she tries to curl up in a ball away from the obviously concerned Night Hunter. But Shauna will have none of it, it seems and the Demacian noblewoman uses her gentle grip on Quinn's red tearstained cheeks to keeps their gazes locked together. The brunette scout can only wonder how it is that Shauna Vayne can still overpower her in her current human state with just her calming presence and her silent conviction when She is now supposed to be the big bad predator in their little chamber.
"Tell me what you're feeling."
Shauna's tone is soft, but even so it has a hard determined edge to it that reveals that the huntress won't take no for an answer, and Quinn releases a small hiss as the throbbing sensation wrecking havoc on her entire being suddenly intensifies when she suddenly locks eyes once more with the infamous Night Hunter.
"Everything is weird.. I can't explain it. I'm hungry and yet I know that I am not. E-everything around us is spinning." The Night Hunter simply nods her head, her pale fingertips tenderly massaging the trembling vampire's almost equally pale cheekbones. "That's pretty normal for a vampire. Your body is just trying to adapt to your new unfortunate condition, fledging vampires usually can't even walk before a day or two has passed after they are turned. You are quite lucky to be able to limp back here with me before the fever and the new sensations finally overpowered you."
Quinn growls at that, she isn't feeling lucky at all, but then she notices how Vayne's voice seemingly makes her headache stop and so she tries to spit out a few more words and jumbled sentences just so she can hear Shauna's reply. She loves Shauna's voice.
" My.. Throat is dry and it hurt. I-it hurts so much. Everything is so warm and painful right now." The Night Hunter nods again and she is about to get Quinn a few blood packs from the fridge to calm her down when the weakened scout's words finally catch up with her anxious brain and Vayne abruptly freezes in midstride.
"You are feeling… warm?.." The whimpering vampire frantically nods its sweaty head at the sound of the Night Hunter's question. She would do practically anything to alleviate her maddening headache. Or that painful throbbing sensation that's causing her to spasm and keeps stealing her breath for that matter.
"Yeth, yes, everything is warm, white-hot! So warm and it hurts! It hurts everywhere." Vayne slowly turns to face the pale trembling vampire, her expression calm and suspicious as she swiftly approaches the whimpering woman and carefully raises one of Quinn's legs to take a peek between Quinn's trembling thighs. She doesn't need the soothing moonlight entering from the open window to understand what's happening to Quinn even though the extra lighting does certainly helps now that she doesn't have night vision to notice the drenched mess staining a very specific part of the black leather couch. Quinn's soft yelp as she releases another stream of transparent liquid as a response to Vayne's touch unfortunately confirming the Night Hunter's looming suspicion.
"Try focusing on my voice." Shauna whisper as she tenderly releases Quinn's leg in order to approach and kiss the other woman's sweaty forehead. "I know what's happening to you, my love. You.. are in heat." The shivering vampire isn't really sure what Vayne is talking about but she Is certainly enjoying the Night Hunter's tender touch and so she just purr as her lover starts helping her remove her restrictive armor and her scorching hot leather clothing. Quinn whimpers and sobs, and clenches her thighs together as another stream of clear liquid shoots out of her burning core when Vayne attempts to peel off her drenched pants that stick to her feverish skin with no intention of ever letting go.
The feverish scout shivers as she closes her eyes. Vayne will probably abandon her now. V-Vayne is definitely going to break up with her after seeing this shameful display.
"Shh.. it's ok. I'm here for you. I am going to make the pain stop now, ok?" Quinn shakily nods her head when Shauna lifts her so the feverish scout is now sitting on the Night Hunter's lap. "Shh.. it's ok. This is not your fault. I love you." Vayne slowly kisses her lips affectionately and only then Quinn dares to open her teary red eyes. The young vampire can only read sincerity and love on the Night Hunter's tender expression as the huntress's arms carefully wrap around the Demacian ranger's feverish frame. And then she feels Shauna's delicate fingers slowly slipping under her wet ruined underwear and the scout's now striking red eyes instantly widen in shock.
Quinn sinks her fangs into her lover's right shoulder when the delicate digits abruptly plunge into the aroused tormented core hidden between her inner thighs.
The shaking doesn't stop, the throbbing gets worse, Vayne's blood is making everything white-hot and hazy. Her thoughts are spiraling inside her brain and she might be having a seizure. The brunette vampire squirms on top of Shauna's lap and subconsciously sinks her pearly white fangs even dipper into the huntress' flesh, and Vayne keeps murmuring to the young vampire that it's alright for her to claw at her back and bite her shoulders and that she really genuinely understands and Vayne keeps talking and talking and talking. The Night Hunter's soothing voice keeps the confused fledgling vampire grounded and alleviates some of the Demacian scout's bloodlust and stress. Quinn instinctively purrs as she listens to her mate talking to her about how much she loves her and how beautiful and brave she is and the vampire suddenly melts as she releases another great torrent of pleasure all over Vayne's legs and lower stomach. The Demacian ranger then goes limp and her bloodstained hands slowly slide down before meeting once more, wrapping around her mate's waist.
The fledging isn't quite sure if she can even see after that. Her vision is pulsing, occasionally catching a quick glimpse of black hair or pale skin and the disoriented vampire can't be really sure, but Quinn thinks that there is someone whispering sweet soothing things to her as they plant small kisses against her cheeks and each of her temples before the trail of affection slowly leads to her navel and her wet stained stomach.
"Try to relax, my love." A feminine voice whispers against her pale skin and Quinn's crimson orbs suddenly flare like twin beacons behind her borrowed red spectacles when something warm and wet abruptly starts massaging the stained aroused skin around her burning nether regions. The Demacian scout screams in response and yells her mate's name before her dam finally breaks and darkness instantly swallows her.
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Quinn wakes up a little before dawn the next morning. The black sky is smudged with white and blue hues and Vayne has already instinctively positioned herself between the now awake vampire and the potentially lethal open window, shielding the brunette ranger from the sun's harmful stares. Quinn blinks as she snuggles closer to her naked knight with no apparent clothes on or even a single piece of armor and the vampiric scout momentary averts her guilty gaze when she notices the bleeding scratches and bite marks littering her lover's visibly bruised pale body.
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The vampire leans in and closes her eyes to gently brush her lips against her beautiful Night Hunter's and the Demacian ranger's heartbeat suddenly quickens when Quinn is abruptly met with two mischievous brown orbs mixed with some faint red hues around their cunning edges when she opens her eyes afterwards. A smiling human woman moves to kiss her fidgeting blushing vampire and the flustered vampire once again silently wonders just which one of the two of them is actually supposed to be the apex predator on this black leather couch.