And after those mugging stories for all the family we return back to our regular Yuri program.
Tags: Vayne, Lux, Yuri, Friendship?
The sounds of muffled moans and throaty whispers are starting to get on Vayne's nerves, the awkward quivering of the feminine body that's pressed against her chest even more so. All in all, the vexed Night Hunter couldn't really decide what notion was more idiotic than the other at this point, the Summoners ordering all of the League's marksmen to have a sleepover while sharing sleeping bags with their supports in hopes of improving their coordination, or categorizing Ahri as a support and unleashing the horny Ionian vixen upon the poor Loose Cannon?
It was probably the latter, the Demacian vampire reluctantly decides judging by the sheer volume of the loud groans emanating from the direction of poor Jinxy. Yes, it is definitely the second, Vayne mentally concludes when the insane troublemaker suddenly goes limp after releasing a muffled whiny yelp followed by a very violent shudder.
The petite body that's pressed against Shauna's chest visibly quakes when Ahri starts giggling good-naturedly above the prone form of the spent Zaunite woman.
"A-are we supposed to…" A meek feminine voice hesitantly questions below Shauna's rigid chin, Luxanna's bubbly personality temporary receding due to their current circumstances.
"No, just try to sleep."
Lux sighs in relief from the crook of Vayne's neck, the light mage's warm breath unwittingly caressing the vampire's exposed throat and underjaw. Merely a second later the madly blushing Lady of Luminosity abruptly realizes that she is practically inhaling her paired markswoman and moves away from the pleasant body heat of the infamous Night Hunter. The blonde noblewoman barely manages to crane her neck backwards for less than a single centimeter before the thick fabric of their shared sleeping bag halts her tactical retreat and ruins her chances of avoiding more future awkward moments.
Meanwhile Ahri giddily resumes playing with her unfortunate lane partner. The vast majority of the champions that are trying to sleep on the floor of the crowded mess hall audibly sigh as one simultaneously.
"Stop fidgeting so much! Especially when your knee is grinding between my legs whenever you move, Luxanna…" Vayne offhandedly mutters causing the blonde support that's currently pressed against her chest to blush even harder.
"I'm so sorry, Vayne! I promise you that I am not doing it on purpose. It's just that there is not enough space for the two of us inside the sleeping bag and-"
"I know." The older woman growls cutting off the longwinded nervous apology of the blonde blue-blooded maiden. "Now stop speaking against my neck, it's tickling me."
Not trusting her voice anymore and wanting to appease the cranky noblewoman, Lux attempts to silently nod her head in agreement instead of stuttering an apology this time which unwittingly results in her planting a small kiss against the pale milky throat of the unprepared Night Hunter. The young light mage grimaces and closes her eyes in embarrassment when Vayne takes note of the quick kiss, the brooding hunter's already rigid posture now stiffening considerably.
"I'm just going to assume that kiss was completely unintentional and forget about it for both our sakes. Now, please, let me sleep so I can wake up early tomorrow and walk away from this moronic fiasco." Shauna mercifully decides to let the other woman dwell in her misery.
The cursed huntress closes her eyes and tries to tune out Jinx's frantic yelling and her teammate's uncomfortable fidgeting as she grudgingly lets her nocturnal body relax in the relative darkness of the colossal chamber. Sleeping at night wasn't easy for Vayne, the vampiric huntress was generally much more used to pursuing evil witches and other such threats after the sun set instead of retiring in the safety of her personal living quarter. But perhaps getting a bit of much-needed r&r was going to help her recharge her hex-cores and increase her efficiency in future endeavors. Or not.
An unwarranted, strange and admittedly pleasant sensation of warm naked skin against her own makes the Night Hunter's irritable scowl deepen. The blonde mage's ceaseless fidgeting had accidentally caused their pajama tops to ride up, and Luxanna, that damned scatterbrained idiot…
When Vayne snaps open her hellish crimson eyes, the face of the bubbly support beside her is bright enough to easily pass for a Piltovian neon sign. The vampiric huntress doesn't even need her nocturnal eyesight in order to guide her scorching hot glare towards her fellow noblewoman's beet red guise, the usually hearty visage of which is presently akin to a lit scarlet beacon.
"Why aren't you wearing a bra, Luxanna?" Vayne lowly hisses accusingly with a faint gleam of rouge also covering the angry vampire's face, and the poor light mage instantly starts trembling more violently and hyperventilating while pressed flat against the frame of Shauna. The Night Hunter remains perfectly still as Luxanna is doing her best impersonation of a fish out of the water. Vayne continues silently glaring at the younger wheezing noble for a few more moments, before the peeved huntress finally lets down her frown with the release of a deep slow sigh.
"Turn around." Shauna lightly mutters in a much softer tone of voice than before and when Lux simply keeps staring at her and wheezing in panic the solitary huntress forcefully spins the hyperventilating girl around in her arms until the blonde support's back is pressed flat against her body.
"Close your eyes." Vayne quietly breathes out as she lets the panicked spell caster lean back fully and rest her head below her pale chin.
"Try to think of something soothing and happy." The black-haired vampire continues. "Imagine wide plains filled with countless vibrant flowers, fluffy clouds drifting lazily across the bright morning sky. You are safe there, nothing can harm you in that peaceful place."
Lux hurriedly nods and swallows, Shauna's body warmth slowly seeping underneath her skin, the vampire's subdued, surprisingly kind tone pleasant and calming. The strong pale arms that are gently wrapped around her waist somehow grounding Lux to reality while scattering away her fears, enabling the blonde hyperventilating support to start recomposing herself.
"Deep breaths," Shauna drawls behind the slowly relaxing mage. "Only focus on taking slow deep breaths, Lux. Everything is going to be alright. I'm here."
The younger woman minutely nods one last time, instinctively obeying Shauna's gentle commands. Anything other than the calming presence of the cursed Demacian aristocrat briefly disappearing from the blonde girl's mind as Luxanna's ragged breathing painstakingly returns back to normal. The light mage's rapid heartbeat gradually slows down, the violent trembling stops. Lux mutedly settles down against Vayne's chest, the young spell caster suddenly feeling utterly exhausted after overcoming her scary ordeal.
"Thank you." The breathless champion tentatively whispers at the quiet black-haired markswoman when there is enough oxygen filling her burning lungs for her to form the two shaky words that undoubtedly fail to fully convey Luxanna's immense gratitude. Not one for holding long conversations Shauna just hums in response.
"Where did you learn doing that?" The blonde light mage dares to ask after a while amidst the darkness.
Vayne closes her hellish ruby orbs, the cursed black-haired noblewoman smiling ruefully behind the back of the younger Demacian aristocrat.
"I used to have a lot of panic attacks as a child." The brooding vampire whispers softly in the dark. "One day a little blonde fairy that had come to visit my family with her parents found me crying and hyperventilating in the garden and taught me that nifty little trick while trying to help me."
"A fairy? Truly? One of them actually visited your parents' home in Demacia? Vayne, you aren't just messing with me, are you?"
The Night Hunter's small smile widens.
"Oh, but she was really there." The curse noblewoman fondly states with sincerity. The unnatural ruby eyes of the smiling vampire slightly open and then dip down to mirthfully stare at the back of the head of the visibly doubtful support mage.
"She.. just doesn't remember our first meeting." The vampire finishes softly.
"Really?" Luxanna questions.
Shauna simply smirks in the darkness. Content in holding her first childhood friend in her arms after such a long time as an annoyed Lux begins pestering her with a barrage of questions.
The End
Vacation Note. Day 18: I am still writing things and thingies. Already dreading retyping these stories from my faulty tablet to my computer upon returning and then editing them. I have written enough Vayne ships to have a naval battle.
Extra: Contains Yuri, Smut, Sexual depictions, coarse language, smug spell casters and Cassiopeia being a snake, but not a kitten. No, Sir! That's Nidalee.
"This is ridiculous!" Vayne growls out aloud in pure outrage, the frustrated vampire's face painted a vivid red, her frantic breathing wheezing and hitching akin to the thundering beating of her aching heart. "Just who the fuck is arranging these things and why are we supposed to sleep in our shared sleeping bags naked! Why three people per bag this time and why the fuck am I the only one being handcuffed?! With pure silver of all things! You two aren't even supports for fuck's sake!"
"Adc's in 2K17, sugar." A sultry feminine voice responds while Katarina wearing a deadpan expression casually slips a hand towards Vayne's legs. "
You are always getting the short end of the stick, honey." The Noxian assassin's cruel smirk instantly widens when her deftly fingers find their intended target eliciting a small moan from Shauna. "Always getting fucked by the mid laner."
A pair of mutated taloned hands suddenly cups Shauna's breasts from behind, two poisonous and sharp snakelike fangs minutely emerging out of the restrained vampire's bruised neck to glint ominously in the darkness behind Vayne's beet red ear.
"The mid laner, the jungler, the enemy support. Practically everyone is literary taking the poor adc's nowadays…" Cassiopeia mirthlessly chuckles to herself as she gently nibbles at Shauna's earlobe almost affectionately. ",and bends them over!" The Serpent's Embrace abruptly hisses as she gives Shauna's breasts a hard squeeze and the handcuffed vampire can only grit her teeth in anger and arousal.
"So don't get angry about this, Night Hunter." The cursed Noxian seductress lowly whispers as the tip of her snake tail is pressed against a place that it shouldn't be, making Shauna stiffen in fright. Katarina solemnly nods as she keeps Vayne still, trapped between the shapely curvaceous figures of herself and her younger sister.
"That's right. If you want to blame somebody about this.. then, blame the current Meta." The Sinister Blade sagely concludes as the older of the two redheads leans down to kiss the Demacian vigilante's lips and silence Vayne's protesting moans when Cassy suddenly decides to use her snake tail in an admittedly very interesting way…
"Mmmmmff!?.. Mmmmf!.. Mmf?" Desperately screams Vayne against Katarina's lips.
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…
"Mmf?"
Vayne blinks owlishly as the tip of the Noxian seductress' tail starts carefully moving around inside her left ear. Katarina growls in frustration as she angrily peels her mouth away from that of the Night Hunter.
"Seriously, Cassy?!" The fiery assassin heatedly bellows at her younger sibling in rage. "I thought that we agreed that you were going to sodomize Vayne with your tail! Not clean her ears, you damn serpentine hygiene freak!?"
"But Kat…" The other Noxian aristocrat childishly whines at her older sister. "I don't want to put my tail inside such an unsanitized place!"
The redheaded assassin takes a deep calming breath.
"You are dead to me," Katarina hotly replies as she gets out of the accused sleeping bag and barely manages to lift the naked female vampire in her arms, bridal style.
"Come on, Vayne." The stubborn redheaded assassin angrily grits under her breath, the Demacian noblewoman in her arms watching the entire exchange between the two siblings with confused red eyes. "Let's take this affair elsewhere, because apparently, PRUDISH CASSY OVER THERE IS TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO MERCILESSLY RAM HER PRIZED SNAKE TAIL UP YOUR LITTLE VAMPIRIC BUM!? SOME NOXIAN SHE IS!?" Katarina screams the last part like a mad banshee as she seethingly carries the flabbergasted Demacian blue-blood away from the shocked crowd of startled League champions.
The Sinister Blade then promptly leaves the mess hall and all of those pairs of startled eyes inevitably gather around the stunned figure of Cassiopeia.
The speechless lamia closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to calm her tattered nerves. She then proceeds to glare back at the sea of alarmed faces of her fellow champions before raising her chin in a defiant, but dignified manner.
"I am not a pussy," Cassiopeia confidently states in a clear and authoritative tone. The lamia pauses to let those important words sink in. "I am a magical reptilian-human hybrid.. of sorts." She explains.
The encompassing silence that supersedes that bold statement seems to be stretching out for long eons, until suddenly Renekton jumps out of his sleeping bag and starts clapping slowly.
One by one the other League champions in the mess hall join him, the unexpected applauding soon becoming deafening by the second!
Cassiopeia offers her audience a polite serpentine little curtsy and then slithers away with her head help high, accompanied by the sound of the loud cheering of her peers.
…
"What was that about?" Ahri curiously wonders amidst licking the salty tears off the blushing and frothing face of an almost unconscious Loose Cannon. The Nine-Tailed Fox's attention soon returns back to the prone form of poor Jinx when nobody bothers answering her question. The panting lunatic sends another pleading look towards Vi that is smoking near the entrance only for the pink-haired enforcer to begin whistling an innocent tune and hastily walk away from the scene of the crime.
Day 18:
A trashy smuty snippet or an actually accurate depiction of the current state of the game?! Could this be the new Harry Potter?!
–Fictional equivalent of Times.
And here I was so proud of myself for not jeopardizing this lighthearted Lux-Vayne story. Sigh, I am too bored to even be disappointed at myself right now. Myself is also too bored to be disappointed by I, and me thinks that I should probably stop typing.