Tags: Quinn, Vayne, Yuri, Slight sexual depictions.
A soft needy purr is reverberating from deep within Vayne's chest, the noble vampire's pale fingers buried in Quinn's short brunette trenches as the crimson-eyed Night Hunter continues hungrily kissing her younger lover. The Demacian scout happily responds in kind as she moans against Shauna's full ruby lips, the volume of the ranger's breathless whimpering seemingly doubling in volume when Vayne tenderly slides her warm palm against the lower stomach of the shivering brunette.
"S-Shauna!"
Vayne growls, the cursed solitary huntress' vampiric instincts abruptly resurfacing as Shauna pulls herself closer to her mate under Quinn's purple bed sheets. The mattress beneath the two women complaining loudly as the pale huntress makes to remove the upper part of the young ranger's pajamas. Diluted red orbs easily finding Quinn's loving amber gaze in the dark causing something pleasant and warm to suddenly build up inside the ribcage of Shauna.
The purring sounds escaping from the needy vampire intensify along with Vayne's need for her mate's affections. Scorching hot heat flooding the cursed Demacian noblewoman's core like lava spilling out from the depths of an erupting volcano.
"Q-Quinn.. I.. I..!"
The brunette ranger smiles reassuringly as Quinn gently cups Vayne's pale blushing face for another quick loving kiss as she starts assisting Vayne in removing her pajamas. The unexpected sound of the bedroom's door abruptly creaking open however makes both women freeze in surprise, their bodies separating from each other so the couple can face and identify the unwelcome intruder.
"Val?" Quinn mutters after a while when the great Demacian eagle shyly appears on the opening of the door, and Valor responds to his owner's puzzled tone by hopping forward a few steps so the perplexed scout can take note of the tiny pillow that Valor clutches under one wing and the small azure-colored blanket that he holds in his powerful talons.
"Did you have a nightmare, perhaps?" The kind Demacian ranger wonders aloud. Valor replies by cooing miserably for a bit and sadly lowering his feathered head in immense shame. Quinn's expression softens as the scout shoots the Night Hunter an apologetic look before her gaze returns back to poor Valor.
"Do you want to sleep with us tonight?" The considerate brunette woman asks causing Vayne to collapse back on her pillow with a long disappointed sigh as Valor readily hops towards his owner. The huge eagle hastily landing between the two lovers and then settling down next to the head of his concerned owner.
"Sorry, Shauna." Quinn apologizes once more towards the seemingly catatonic vampire that's lying on the other side of the bed. Vayne sighs one last time as she turns her head to face her amber-eyed lover.
"It's not your faul-" Vayne begins saying, but the peeved Night Hunter pauses when Valor takes advantage of his owner being distracted while tucking him in to send Shauna a mocking wink and a sinister beaked smile. A smile so victorious and taunting and drenched in apparent smugness and indignation that the noble vampire could as well imagine it being worn on the lips of the actual Deceiver.
"-t" Shauna seethingly finishes her sentence as Valor lazily turns his back on her and proceeds to snuggle against her unsuspecting mate.
"Goodnight, Shauna. Goodnight, Val." The oblivious brunette scout closes her eyes as she wraps her arms around the covered form of her poor winged partner that just had a nightmare. Valor happily purrs against the ranger's cheek and Quinn smiles at the thought of her beloved feathery friend hopefully calming down.
"Goodnight…" Vayne bitterly mutters barred away from the warmth of her precious mate due to the cunning schemes of the devilish flea-bucket. Shauna awkwardly wraps her arms around both Valor and Quinn in a desperate attempt to be closer to the soothing body heat of her dear lover.
Safe inside the embrace of his sleepy owner and nearly invisible under the shadowy veil of darkness, Valor grins cruelly before he stealthily pecks at the vulnerable fingers of the unlucky vampire. And Vayne quietly swears under her breath as she retracts her arms away from the body of her sleeping brunette lover.