Lux and Cassiopeia. Yuri.
"You've made a terrible mistake trying to infiltrate this house, Miss Crownguard," Cassiopeia seductively purrs at the tied blonde spy that's perched on her tail. A taloned hand rises to grip the zipper of the Demacian noblewoman's skintight bodysuit. "A terrible mistake indeed, I will help you realize that in the coming years." The cursed redhead reassures, Luxanna's zipper lazily sliding down.
"W-wait!" The restrained light mage frantically stutters with a deep blush in sudden fright. The handcuffs wrapped around the petite infiltrator's wrists clearly reflected on the surface of the grand ornate mirror behind her. "Y-you can't do this to me! I am a noble for one and two, both of us are women."
The Serpent's Embrace grins almost kindly at the other mage, and yet poor Luxanna's zipper doesn't falter at all as it continues its lazy and graceful descent exposing more of the soft fair skin of the visibly flustered light mage.
"You were a noble, Miss Crownguard." Cassiopeia ominously corrects the captured blonde spy as the zipper finds the end of the zip line just below Lux's bellybutton." But now you aren't anymore, now you are merely my property. A toy I can play with and abuse to my heart's content."
Luxanna's already prominent blush triples in intensity as the light mage spots Cassiopeia's coy grin. The blonde aristocrat's heartbeat quickening when a taloned hand tenderly grabs her chin and forces Lux to look straight into the lamia's exotic eyes.
"And as for your other argument... Let's just say that I can't be picky in my condition." The Serpent's Embrace other hand slithers inside the blonde spy's bodysuit, sharp nails racking at Luxanna's back almost affectionately. "I have to do with you I suppose…"
The captured light mage glances sideways in order to escape her captor's lustful gaze.
"B-but you will let me go after you are done right?" The blonde spy tries again, the shards of frail hope tinting her tone. The humanoid serpent snorts mockingly.
"Of course not." The transformed Noxian purrs at her trapped quarry. "Now that I've captured you, you are mine for life, you silly girl."
"Mine to use whoever I please." The cursed seductress whispers as her face approaches that of Lux, the tip of Cassiopeia's tail abruptly pressed against the blushing blonde woman's back keeping the spy in place.
"Mine to ravish, to break and to defile." The redheaded lamia lowly growls next as the sharp fingernails previously scratching the Crownguard's back now circle around to rest against one of Lux's breast eliciting a small whimper from the other woman.
"Mine to..." Cassiopeia pause's as she stares into her wife's beautiful sky blue orbs. "Cherish for the rest of my life..." The Noxian lamia finishes in an affectionate tone as she gently plants her lips against those of Luxanna's.
"You broke character," the Demacian aristocrat murmurs accusingly a few moments later as she pouts at her serpentine lover. Cassiopeia merely replies by pushing the flustered light mage closer to her with her snake tail.
"I did not," The cursed redhead confidently reassures her younger wife, "I still fully intend to ravish you, my beautiful captive."
Extra: "Aaaaah! C-Cassyyyy!" The loud ecstatic screams of the blonde vixen rise and crash down like a wave bouncing off the sturdy walls of the Du Couteau mansion.
"Sometimes I wish that I was an only child." Katarina tiredly mutters in exasperation from her pillow as the frantic screams emanating from the adjacent wall seem to gradually rise and peak in intensity, the young redheaded assassin's body still glistering with sweat from her previous activities.
"I agree." Lying nude on the very same bed, Talon nods his head as he takes another whiff out of his lit cigarette and lets the smoke dance towards the ceiling.
"I don't mind the noise." Teemo states also naked and lying between the two Noxian siblings. "If anything they motivate me to seduce the rest of your family." He slyly adds as if in afterthought. Teemo then kisses the two assassins on the cheek and happily walks towards the bathroom.
"I am never getting drunk ever again," Katarina growls as she starts crushing her face with a pillow. Talon simply mutters his agreement with vacant and bloodshot eyes.