Commission for anon.
I thought I was done with yordle porn after the ShyvLulu chapter but here we go again
Poppy had visited Bandle City before. While she preferred residing in Demacia, Bandle City was the home of the yordles, and welcomed all of its kind. The recent rumor of a "blacksmith hero" around the vicinity of the yordle city prompted swift packing of what little belongings and supplies she needed. She'd been searching for the man ever since, and nine long days had already passed with no luck. Despite her initial optimism and excitement, the yordle warrior felt her hopes dwindling as laborious days trickled by. Sometimes, the journeys she took in search of the Hero - the person who would relinquish the burden of the hammer- exhausted her, and more than, left her feeling achy and lonely inside. Of course, she could never ask someone else to join her in this quest… her life was too dangerous, so she'd long-since abandoned the hope of companionship. Her loneliness was like a barren cloak.
Poppy shook her head, pale pigtails flopping.
'No! I have to stay positive. This time, for sure. This time… I'll find the hero!'
The journey was mostly pleasant. The roads of Runeterra are dangerous, riddled with bandits, but Poppy could handle most situations thrown at her. She traveled alone but she feared very little. The pig-tailed yordle panted as she stepped free from a particularly dense brush of dark woods. It was hot outside despite it being nighttime, and her blue skin gleamed with the perspiration of a long journey. Mopping her forehead with the back of her hand, Poppy swept her gaze back and forth around her surroundings, the torch in her hand and the stars overhead the only source of light in the lonely night.
Tired, muscles strained, Poppy longed for a deep, comfortable sleep and a belly full of food and mead. The muscular, Demacian yordle was aware that safety and comfort was only blocked by the great expanse of deep, and somewhat mystical, forest and wilderness that protected and separated Bandle City from the rest of the world. She didn't hesitate to enter it - the idea of sleeping in a stiff bedroll one more night in a row was a nightmare to her!
Despite the dusk sky leering overhead, Poppy felt safe. The pig-tailed warrior was traveling down a sturdy dirt path that countless Yordle feet had beaten before, and following the various colorfully painted signs which pointed the way, vivid paint shimmering in the light of her torch. She had full confidence she was headed the right way, and was sure that if anything got in her way she could handle it. She walked on.
Poppy stepped into a dimly lit clearing, dim torches lighting the way to the tiniest of establishments. There were some ramshackle fences, and a small shack-like building, seemingly assembled in haste if the crudeness of the stuff was anything to go by. Recent footprints of varying shapes and sizes implied a somewhat steady presence of other yordles, some with clawed feet and huge paws. A fat stack of logs sat beside the shack, and there was a very dull light from within the building itself, which could house at most twenty average-sized yordles. Poppy had run into her fair share of shady operations, and only shady sorts made business in a place as dark and hidden as this. In the peripheral vision, a few shadowy forms began to appear and Poppy let out a short, warning yell and grabbed the hammer at her back.
"Who's there? Show yourselves, I have a weapon! I've used it on many before, and I will again if you make me!" Her shrill voice seemed peculiarly loud in the dimly lit night, and the torches lighting the path to the building were hastily extinguished by unseen figures, their noises audible in the night. Hammer clutched in one hand, Poppy swept the torch out back and forth, catching flashes of many furry, hardened faces in the night. Bandits, as she thought. Her stomach felt heavy, poor luck was on her side.
"Whaddya doing in a place like this purrty?" A grim-looking yordle man with black eyes and otherwise silver fur approached with a scimitar, teeth glinting pale. He was much bigger than your average yordle, his huge belly bulging over belt. He had a nasty look, so did the rest of his fellows.
Poppy readied her hammer.
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Being a bandle gunner was Tristana's joy in life. Or at least it was supposed to be. The Bandle life had been well enough for a while, especially the first few years when she was a recruit, and she dated Teemo, who was considered legendary by her peers. Soon enough though, she grew bored of both. Many tasks felt burdensome for the sake of teaching discipline, and despite rising in the ranks quickly there were still many things Tristana wasn't allowed to do, usually because she was bogged down by some form of paperwork. At times she felt trapped in Bandle City. She wanted to be a Bandle Gunner, but there was a lot of red tape when it came to doing what was necessary.
For example, if her superiors found out she was currently hunting down a group of nearby bandits instead of attending her designated post, they would surely be angry and she'd be dealt some ridiculous punishment. They didn't believe in "reckless heroism" lately. Yordles had been disappearing, even other Bandle Gunners.
'But what can you do about it? That's life. They can't stop me from doing what I want.'
And that's how it was.
Tristana chewed on some travel oats as she walked through the dark woods, eyes bright with awareness as she traced the steps of the crooks that she knew resided in this portion of the dark woods. There were many homes along the edge of the forest, and it was primarily these that had noted a disappearance, especially among the young ones. Twelve had already gone missing. Tristana was thinking about the grim news she might have to deliver the hopeful parents she'd questioned when she heard a commotion.
The sound of men screaming, to be exact. Tristana slapped down her goggles, and ran through the dark trees toward the sound. She was shocked at what she saw.
A single yordle woman was taking on thirteen or fourteen goons, led by the exact man she was looking for- an infamous but sly, charming criminal named Marl Once-Bitten, a huge brute with dark eyes. Bandle City, like any other place, had its fair share of the unfortunate and depraved. The pig-tailed yordle stranger had a torch in one hand and a hammer in the other, which dwarfed her side, as well as a shield strapped to her back. She was broad for a woman yordle, but perhaps that was an illusion cast by her rather regal armor plate which was sculpted to her frame. Her face was soft and round, yet set in a determined expression, pouty plump lips pointed downward. In other words, Tristana was smitten, or at least she felt like her belly was doing tumbles when she looked at the girl, or maybe that was adrenaline from the fight she was about to throw herself into.
The armored stranger moved with remarkable speed, swinging this way and that with such huge swipes the ones she attacked had no choice but to jump away. Many tried to meet the great length and blunt end of her weapon with their own. Daggers, swords, and staff fell before her huge swings. Somehow, she was so battle aware that when an attack came from her flanks, she ducked or rolled or leapt out of the way just in time, using the momentum of the hammer to her benefit, her pigtails swinging all the while. She was a flash of gleaming armor and pale hair in the darkness and torchlight, and bodies dropped before her, bloodied and bruised, and yelps filled the night along with audible thumps and the sound of breaking bones and a yelled out "Sorry! You made me do this!", though she clearly enjoyed it, and Tristana thought this girl probably couldn't be more perfect.
The yells and screams Tristana had heard had clearly come from the bandits, not Poppy herself.
That being said, it wasn't sustainable. Clearly, Marl Once-Bitten was simply observing, waiting for weakness to show before attacking. The huge man paced back and forth behind his swarm of savage goons, repeatedly pulling them back up and shoving them, stumbling, back into the fray. How was it possible that one person take on so many? Finally, someone actually landed a blow. A white-furred, long tailed rogue with a foxy face managed a swipe at her torch-bearing wrist, causing her to drop the source of light. It rolled away, and the world soon went completely dark.
Tristana blinked, and shook herself out of her mesmerized stupor. As a proper Bandle Gunner does, she readied herself and leapt into the fray, throwing down a flare which burst to life with a shocking thunderpop. She landed on top of the building with an explosive sound that blasted the eardrums of all the bandits, five of which lay incapacitated on the ground. She began taking shots at them from the rooftop.
Two quickly acted on her presence, but fell as they ran towards the building, trying to scramble up the rough wooden sides but shot down before they could make it. Marl's well known companion Grik, a menacing red-furred brute with one black ear, a barrel chest, a white-striped tail snarled, and a keen instinct with a morning star snarled up at her. "Argh- if it isn't a little Ban'Gun bitch! Tristana, isn't it?"
"Ban'Gun bitch?" Tristana tasted the word, pointing the barrel of her gun at them. "Huh, I like it. Now I'm gonna give you all three seconds to run away."
The pale-haired yordle was still fighting. Half the attention of the group was divided, and Marl was still simply observing, his angry yellow eyes narrowed, sweeping back and forth across the battlefield, his eyes clearly born for night vision.
"I-whargh?" The brutish thug scowled. "Why would I run away?"
"Is it worth dying for your boss? For a lame job? You're a handsome guy," Tristana wiggled her eyebrows and grinned, and the yordle man seemed to grow flustered and confused. As she spoke, big boss Marl finally decided on where he was needed most and began to approach.
She continued: "I have to be honest, I don't mind killing bastards like you, I know what you do- but you really should go. I'm willing to be merciful just this once." The blue-skinned bandle gunner grinned roguishly, her eyes glinting as she passed her gaze among the ensemble of rogues.
Grik and Marl exchanged nasty grins. "We'll add you to the slave pile, instead!"
Grik sprinted forward and leapt, fingers clasping at the edge of the roof. About double her size, he towered over her, body seeming to radiate dark intent. She rocket-jumped away, and shot at him. Remarkably durable, he weathered the blows and kept on walking. She amped up the strength of the explosions, and sensing their danger, he ducked and weaved, darting among the shadows to avoid getting shot. Then, he leapt at her. She had enough gas that she could leap again, back to where she'd originally stood. He snarled in frustration.
Meanwhile, the girl with the hammer was cleaving through the rest of Marl's weak troops. Marl, suddenly realizing the position he was in, and made a run for the building. He ripped the doors open.
"Move, idiots! We all need to leave! Focus on extracting the goods!"
A fresh reserve of grunts, about six of them, spilled out from inside. Clearly their presence in the fight was not missed, most of these new yordles were tiny and thin, witty but weak looking types. They held a line of slaves, of all different ages, all yordle females. The goods! Tristana blinked and shook her head. She hadn't expected to run into the slaves here, but there they were! Five in number, gagged, blindfolded and chained to one another. They were roughly pushed towards the woods, weapons pressed to their bodies. The pig-tailed warrior stared in horror at what had just walked out of the building, and she raced toward the line.
"Wait! Behind you!" Tristana yelled, and just narrowly avoided an attack from behind herself as Grik plunged his daggers toward her. She scrambled down the side of the shack, landing with an unsteady thud, barely catching herself. She pointed her gun up and shot at one of the two men who had begun to pursue the pale-haired Yordle.
The other girl was not as lucky as her. One man attacking her fell before he could land a hit, another managed to tear a deep, quick gash into the back of the hammer warrior's leg with a longsword. The warrior grabbed the shield at her back, and turned, viciously attacking the girl. Meanwhile, Grik leapt down from the roof as well, coming towards them both.
Tristana and the girl made a good team, but the bandits were ferocious. However, the warrior was even better with a shield than she was with her hammer, and she found a way to deflect every blow that came their way, meanwhile Tristana expertly shot down as many of them as she could. They were aggravatingly durable, thick-set yordles mainly, but even they soon realized it was pointless.
"Are you even trying to hit us?" Tristana taunted, giggling as she goaded the group on. Marl glowered.
"I'll get you yet, gunner!" So focused on Marl, Tristana didn't notice a shadowy form creeping up on her from the left until a rodent like yordle lunged at her. Tristana couldn't react fast enough if she tried. Suddenly, someone stood in front of her, weathering the knife slice to her chest. The blade sunk through her armor, and blood splashed through the air, her armor rendered useless. That seemed to drive the woman into a rage. Her face grew red, and she began to swing with much more wrath than before. She had been merely breaking bones, now she swung at heads, killing many. Tristana did the same, not letting her guard down this time, and seven or so bandits died before Marl finally gave up.
"Retreat! Retreaaat!" Marl howled. "Damn you, Bandle Gunning bitch!"
Grik and Marl led their men into the dense woods. Tristana made a decision in a split second. She could not let the slavers leave. She turned her back to the shield warrior. It was only when she stepped into the forest, which was soon flooded with gray smoke, that she realized there was no tracking them down this time... which meant she had to go back and at least kill Marl.
She wasn't sure if she was happy or relieved when she found the two head bandits were being run off upon her return. She wanted to kill them, the thought of these guys, who had enslaved children, free ... Well, it made her sick! But, at the same time she was in awe of this stranger that had fought off so many.
The girl didn't look good, but she managed a smile as Tristana approached. "Hey, I'm Tristana. I'm a Bandle Gunner, and I'm here to help."
"I-I've heard of you. Thanks for coming back. I-I'm Poppy." The pale-haired warrior whispered. Sweating profusely, she seemed an unhealthy blue.
"I was glad to help. You're so beautiful in battle, it's like you were born for it, and the way you wield that hammer...it was like watching a hero of legend. You saved me, a few minutes ago, my armor is not so dense- that cut would have sliced me open breast to breast"
Tristana was truly beautiful, the shapely yordle adorable in an incredibly sensual way, lips tilted in a perpetual smirk and eyes glinting with life in the light of Poppy's relit torch, and Tristana's light crystal. She had her gun resting on her shoulder and one hand on her hip.
"New to town? Haven't seen you before, I'd remember a face as cute as that."
"I'm on a quest, searching for someone." Poppy did her best to keep her voice steady, her face burning.
"Well, Pops, don't you know it's dangerous in the woods at night?" Tristana had no respect for personal space! The yordle was pressing up close to her, and she smelled utterly delectable! Sweet flowers, and something else. That grin was so lovely, Poppy wanted to get to know more about the girl she'd fought side by side with.
Poppy nodded politely. "I am aware of the dangers but I need to reach Bandle City!" Wanting to avoid thinking about the girl more, and especially wanting to avoid her urge to sweep her gaze down the yordle woman's body and find out if the rest of her matched her face, Poppy marched away. "Thanks for saving me!" She blurted, practically jogging rather than walking.
"H-Hey! Wait! It's customary here to buy the person who saved your butt a drink, ya know!" Chirpy and excitable, eyes glinting with mirth, Tristana chased after her.
"Another time, maybe. Like I said, I'm questing."
Tristana groaned. "Oh come on! You can rest for a little while! You seem tired anyways! Don't you want a drink Pops?"
Yes, Poppy wanted a drink. In the comfort of a rented room. Then she wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep. But a larger part of her wanted to see what Tristana's sensual face looked like flushed with liquor. Was Tristana a shy drunk, did she cry, did she get angry? Again, Poppy wanted to get to know her. Thoughts of endangering the gunner, of being distracted by romance chased her in her mind. But, for once, she set the thoughts aside and paused. Maybe it wasn't a horrible idea?
Suddenly, the worm seemed to shimmer and waver before her. Her reddened blue face grew pale again.
"... I'll buy your food," Tristana grinned, "c'mon, just one drink."
Poppy's face went from pained and worried to wide-eyed and flushing crimson, bashfully turning her head away. It was an incredibly adorable sight, like she was unused to praise, and suddenly Tristana wanted to bathe her in it. Before she could tack on any other flirtations, the warrior gasped and her chest shot straight up, her hands clutching the wound on her chest.
"The cut's not too deep but I-I think their blades... were poisoned."
The next second, "I feel... strange. Distant, and you're so beautiful I can't even hear what you're saying. Are you an angel of death?" With that, Poppy's eyes slid shut and the warrior fell unconscious.
Tristana hastily dug into her bag, and packed a flare into her gun. She prayed her friend would be well, as the sky burst into light, summoning her peers from their posts - an emergency signal. Boy, was she going to be in trouble.
Poppy slept for two days straight in Bandle City's best infirmary. Tristana was about to be stripped of her position and fired when Teemo stepped in, and a special exception was made for her, and he highlighted her remarkable heroics, even if it put the lives of the slaves at risk. Apparently, a strike had been planned when the group would trade in two days with someone on the border of yordle territory. Yordle slaves were popular with foreignors from other countries, especially young ones, as yordles were a remarkably loyal and pliant race, full of curiousity and optimism.
So, Tristana spent every second she could by the warriors side. It was the least she could do.
Currently, Tristana sat in the corner of the girls room in the clinic, and stared at her new yordle friend's sleeping face. Even resting, Poppy seemed so serious, so anxious. Her pale blue skin was gripped with a cold clammy sweat as her body fought off the bandits' poison. Tristana swallowed hard, and rested her hand on Poppys, her eyes falling to the floor. Shame filled her.
As a Bandle Gunner, it was her duty to keep people safe. In her quest for glory and excitement, she'd let her new comrade get hurt. Poppy had been hurt protecting her, because she'd gotten cocky. Rule number five of the bandle gunners, never turn your mind from the enemy. There was always time for another sneak attack, the enemy did not play fair, life was ruthless and you had to expect resistance from all side. She'd been blind-sided and Poppy had paid the price. If only Tristana had-
'Gah! If only... What a useless thought!'
Through the guilt, Tristana felt the pitter-patter race of her big old heart. The memory was a terrible one, for sure, but the woman who had saved her was still alive. Poppy had been so gallant, so handsome, as she raced forward with a battle cry - Shield in one hand, impossibly large hammer in the other. She wielded both so majestically. Even after the slice to her chest, she'd forced herself to stay standing for as long as possible, until she finally collapsed.
"...Ss'hot..." Poppy mumbled weakly, kicking her legs like a petulant child, too weak to even push the garments off. Tristana smiled. The blankets, combined with the hot weather, and combined with her clothing, were causing the muscular warrior to overheat. Tristana pulled the blankets back to provide some relief to the warrior, and her eyes widened, her mouth falling open.
It was morning and despite her ordeal, a certain part of Poppy had risen in greeting. Beneath Poppys drawstring pants was a stiff, gargantuan bulge, tenting the cream-colored fabric. It twitched, as if sensing Tristanas leering stare. The bandle gunner didn't even realize she'd started drooling until she felt it on her chin, and hastily snapped her mouth shut.
She glanced about. Then stared at it again, without a shred of guilt this time. No one was around.
"Poppy? Hey...Poppy...you alright?"
Of course, the yordle knight said nothing, she was out cold and would be for a few days now aside from senseless rambling. Tristana scurried to the door and locked it, then slid the curtains shut, blocking away vision from outside and the sunlight. Then, she flicked the bedside light on and came closer to the bed once more.
She ran her hands down Poppys muscular arms. Tristana could feel the strength in her biceps beneath her soft blue skin... She trailed her fingers down, enjoying the way her fingertips caused little goosebumps to rise in Poppys skin. The Demacian warrior let out a mewl of delight as Tristana brought her hands to the girl's rock hard abdomen. She could eat dessert off these washboard abs, they were fucking delicious.
Her hands froze when they met the drawstrings. Two small little strings stood between her and excitement. Her conscience roared loud and clear.
What do you think you're doing?! She's sleeping! You can't do this!
There was nothing she hated more than being told what she could or couldn't do. Including by herself. Tristana cleared her throat and laughed nervously, staring at the pigtailed yordles sleeping face.
"H-hey, you don't mind if I make ya feel good, right Poppy?" She questioned, stroking the girl's delicious abdomen as she toyed with the two little strings.
"Nnn," Poppy mumbled, head turning to one side in her sleep.
"Nnno? Sounds good to me. Let's get to it, then."
Tristana untied Poppys pants, and ripped them down in one sweeping motion. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Tristanas hammer wasn't the only huge part of her that was massive.
To call her cock big was an understatement. It was, in Tristanas opinion, perfectly sized for her body, big and stiff morning wood meant just for her. The purplish veins on the side had the usual yordle shimmer to them, throbbing as she traced her eyes along them. Tristana licked her lips, and inhaled deep. Her nose twitched as Poppys strong, pungent scent filled her nose.
"Ohhh, that's the stuff," Tristana gasped and started to whine, big eyes glazed with desire, "Oh, I want to lick it up and down so bad. You dont mind right poppy?"
"Yhnn, uhh," Poppy mumbled, eyes still shut.
"Yaaa? Good enough."
Tristana reached out with one tiny hand, and cupped Poppys beautiful balls. They throbbed beneath her touch. She buried her face in them and inhaled. So gooooood~ Tristana lashed her tongue out, scraping it along the fleshy surface. Poppys balls were sweaty from the heat, salty and delicious, and Tristana got dizzy with lust from the taste alone. The smell threatened to make her crazy if she sniffed for too long. She moved her nose up the length until she reached the tip where the scent was strongest. The precum looked so good...
Tristana lapped it up, and moaned.
Tristana enveloped the huge stiff organ with her mouth, very careful with her teeth. It was so big only half fit in her mouth but that was what her throat was for.
"Nmmh," Poppy made a delighted, pleasured sound, hips bucking in her sleep. Tristana didn't expect the motion. She gagged as Poppys stiff rod was jammed down her throat. With some difficulty, eyes watering, Tristana managed to adjust. One fourth of Poppys pretty penis was left unattended. She widened her throat, shifted in place, and gulped down the rest of it.
Poppy thrashed wildly, hips moving, fucking on instinct. Tristana moaned in delight as the girl pounded her throat, ruthless without knowing it. Gulp, gulp. Tristana bobbed up and down, reaching down to massage those lovely testes in both hands.
Poppy smiled in her sleep, drooling out the corner of her mouth.
'Just what the doctor ordered , huh Pops!?' Tristana thought with a smile. Her womanhood was so hot and wet it felt like a furnace. As she sucked and slurped, the balls and shaft in her hands seemed to throb. Poppy's looming orgasm was clear, the rising heat and smell of her immense blue cock driving Tristana into an eager daze. She wanted Poppy to cum, to dump it all inside her…
"Nnn," Poppy mumbled, shivering violently, casting her legs apart as if begging for more attention. The motion forced her cock even deeper, and Tristana gagged as the Trist's girthy meat parted her throat. It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to her. Poppy excited Tristana just by existing: Every small motion, every change in expression was addictive to the gunner. Tristana traced her eyes along the girl's naked body. Those wonderful breasts, that strong abdomen, the long, thick cock and sturdy balls, her muscular limbs capped by warm, calloused fingers.
Throat stuffed full, Tristana was consumed by thoughts of mounting her newfound friend's prone bone, spreading herself wide and lowering herself down onto the twitching prick… She wanted to ride Poppy to orgasm, let all that sticky white stuff spill directly inside her… Instead, Tristana ran her mouth along the full length of Poppy' cock, her tongue dipping into the weeping blue tip. Her lips traced the prominent veins and she kneaded those lovely orbs beneath the shaft, loving the way it made Poppy's twitch and gasp.
Tristana moaned and squealed as Poppys cum splattered the back of her throat, pleasant with a tinge of saltiness. She swallowed it down eagerly, gulping loudly, cheeks hot with excitement.
Poppy was breathing heavily, and Tristana felt a rush of guilt seeing the warrior's flushed blue cheeks and sweat-soaked, beautiful body. Even as her excitement mounted once against as she stared at those sweaty breasts, capped with erect nipples, and that adorable face flushed from an intense orgasm. If she'd been awake, what would she have sounded like? Probably lovely, if her moans were anything to go by. Tristana gulped as she stared at the limp cock she'd just treated to a full course of tongue and throat, and exhaled heavily, eyes sliding shut. It took everything in her not to climb onto the bed and rub her hot, pulsing pussy against that soft cock until it twitched to life again.
Good thing too. As Tristana cleaned up with a towel and pulled her pants back up, the door flipped open. The gunner twitched and forced back a gasp. She hadn't been expecting anyone to return for Poppy for some time. The healer was carrying a bag of supplies, and seemed equally surprised to see Tristana.
"W-Well, Tristana! What are you doing here?" The old man asked, stroking his sagging eyebrows and cocking his head.
Tristana took that moment to flee, afraid of the man asking any probing questions. "I was just visiting Pops, gotta go, sorry!" Clutching her bag and gun, she raced back to the Bandle headquarters, longing for something to shoot in order to distract herself from her pulsing loins.
Poppy's eyes snapped open as the door to her room clicked shut. She couldn't believe what had just happened. The events played over and over in her head, the sensations flowing from one to the next like a glorious stream. Gods, those lips, that tongue, those supple knowing fingers, those wonderful sounds coming from her Bandle Gunner friend's throat! How was it possible to be so good with your mouth? While others had mouths made to talk and eat, it was like Tristana's had been made especially to suck Poppy's cock.
The warrior had been paralyzed, stuck between wanting to demand why the girl thought it was okay to do such a thing while she was sleeping and ill, the other half of her wanting to grab the girl and pin her down on the bed. Tristana had awoken a fire in her that she'd always done her best to bury, the need to find a partner to be with, to merge bodies with. When she'd dared move her body, spreading her thighs wide and fucking up into the girl's throat- she cracked an eye when she was rewarded with a choking gasp, she'd caught the briefest glance of Tristana's face.
The yordle woman had looked so sexy choking on it, doing her very best to manage the immense girth sliding deeper inside her mouth. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Tristana looked so perfect with her lips wrapped around a cock like that, especially Poppy's. Her white hair made a perfect halo around her face, and her small, lovely breasts were bouncing as she'd hungrily gobbled up Poppy's cock. The sight of Trist truly enjoying servicing Poppy, and herself, had banished all anger inside the Demacian, and that was when the suppressed fire inside her burst free.
All thoughts of staying angry faded away, leaving the feeling of longing for that sweaty skin against hers again.
A few days later, Poppy was feeling a lot better. After sucking her like that, Tristana seemed too shy or ashamed to approach the warrior. Either that, or she was busy. Whatever the reason for her absence, two full days and nights passed, and finally, Poppy was allowed to go free with permission from the old man who ran this place. She'd been taken care of very well, and treated with such kindness. Even so, the last two days had been lonely and she wished her new friend had come back. Sometimes she laid there with her eyes closed, not sleeping really, for hours at a time hoping Tristana would waltz in and perform on her like that again, a rare and wonderful pleasure for someone like Poppy.
She had only just stepped into town when the girl she'd been craving came running up, grinning ear to ear. "Poppy! You look so much better, are you feeling okay?"
Poppy tried not to act suspicious, but making direct eye contact was sending her mine backwards to the sight of those glinting eyes as Tristana played with her crotch. She shook her head, "H-Hey Tristana, I see you got the good news that I am free to go."
"Yes! Which means you're free to take up my offer of that drink, aren't you?" Tristana's pretty face was hopeful, lips curled in a sensual grin. "On me, of course, as promised."
Poppy froze. Right now, it was all she could do not to lean forward and try to kiss the other girl. Those lips had made her dreams pleasant, and she hadn't ever felt something like that before. She wanted to do it again, and more than that, she wanted to know why Tristana thought someone like her was worthy of such attention. The more she'd thought about it, alone in that bed, healing up with her sore body, Poppy had felt more and more confused and excited. Tristana had treated her cock like it was a shrine to some God, devoting herself to it with patience and effort, taking as much as Poppy in as she could and wanting more, eyes glowing with desire for Poppy.
Poppy swallowed her spit. "I-I suppose. Just one drink, right?"
"Just one."
"Hey! Bartender! Get my new friend another shot of the hard stuff!"
Together, the two had gone far beyond one. The day passed by to night. At first Poppy had started with ale, cheap stuff, and not strong enough to easily get drunk by. Then they'd switched to fingers of hard liquor, that was around when the sun started going down, and everything was a wonderful rush after that.
Tristana was standing on her bar stool, waving her hands. At this time of night, the bar was flooded with people who were buried in eager conversation. Sweetmeats, liquor, and good conversation flowed around. Poppy was quickly caught up in it. She'd been the one to go past one drink on her own, eagerly tossing back three, and vehemently demanding another.
Tristana turned back to her new companion, grinning as she inspected the warrior. Poppy was probably the hottest yordle Trist had ever met. How could something be so muscular and soft, so powerful and gentle seeming at the same time? She had rough hands, but when she placed her arms or hands casually on Tristana, it was always with a wonderful gentleness. Right now, she was leaning roughly against Tristana, and as the gunner passed over her new shot, Poppy tossed it back and grimaced.
"More!"
"Are you trying to drain my coin purse, Pops? Maybe you should cool it down a bit."
"N-No can do," Poppy grumbled. She was a hardy soldier, she was still not so drunk that she slurred too heavily. Instead, her voice had a sultry edge to it, or maybe Tristana was imaging that. But Poppy seemed to lean in towards her more and more. "How can I when I can't stop thinking about your lips on me the other night? If I don't drink more, I'll do something stupid. Even in a place like this."
Tristana quickly hid her surprise at being discovered. When had Poppy woken up? Most likely when she thrust herself down Trist's throat. It had been so brutal that Tristana had wondered if any sleeping person could fuck someone quite that hard. It was a wonderful surprise, and instead of showing any shame, she grinned. "Oh? Something stupid? I have to admit I'm a big fan of the muscular and stupid type. You fit the bill for that. So, do share."
Poppy had clearly hoped that Tristana would be thrown off by the revelation, but instead the gunner grinned back at her, hair tucked behind her ear, waving the bartender over for another mug of ale. Poppy stole Trist's shot before she could take it, and with a shake of her head, and a wary, anxious glance around the room, she grimaced again... and nodded. "Fine. But you asked for it. It's only fair."
"What are you- o-ohhh..."
Tristana gasped, closing her eyes. She'd thought she was imagining it, but there it was. A hand on her thigh, stroking. It wasn't one of the males at the table, it was the yordle right to her left, it was Poppy. Grinning drunkenly, Poppy groped at her crotch, and it was shockingly delightful.
Tristana found her legs spreading on their own, letting in that eager hand. Breathing heavily, drinking from a large mug of ale, Poppy squeezed and kneaded at Tristana's clit, managing to heavily stimulate it, even with Trist's shorts and smalls.
"You like it?" Poppy demanded drunkenly, and Trist did nothing but gulp, and nod, her face flushed. She wasn't used to being so caught up in herself she couldn't speak, wasn't used to this kind of embarrassment, and shameful excitement. "I want you so bad, Trist. That's all I can think about." Poppy confessed feverishly.
As Poppy was saying this, there was a loud ruckus behind them, and someone pressed up against the back of Tristana's chair, drunken bodies brushing her back and shoving. "Hey- move it," someone grumbled from her right. A fat, round-cheeked gunner she vaguely recognized was trying to squeeze in next to the guy on her right, eagerly conversing with him.
"Hey! I was here first, bud!" Tristana said loudly, grabbing the guy by the arm. The man had no interest in having a fight with her, he just kept his back turned and acted like she didn't exist. Tristana could barely breathe! There wasn't enough room between them, they were pressed together, how rude!
Grinning, swaying slightly in her seat, Poppy licked her lips. "Tristana! Why don't you come sit with me? There's more than enough room here." She pat her lap.
It was clear from her tone was she was suggesting, and her pretty eyes glimmered. So, Poppy was more than a prudish warrior from Demacia, as she'd claimed at the start of their drinking session. She was instead quite a pervert, reaching between Tristana's legs like that. That was okay. Tristana was a pervert too. She was soaking wet from the fingers stimulating her clit and entrance, and now she knew she wouldn't stop until she'd either been forced to, or she'd come. So, she hoped Poppy could keep it together enough to not get them caught...
As she thought that, Tristana grinned at the newcomer gunner, and allowed him to take her spot. As he sidled in, she slid onto Poppy's lap. No one seemed to take this as strange, just two yordle girls sitting together at a very crowded bar. Meanwhile, Poppy grabbed onto her hips, pressed a hard thing into her ass, and began to grind - slowly, slowly, but steadily.
Poppy groaned, her voice seized by a deep passion, the needy lilt in her voice making Tristana shiver, and her clit pulse. She could listen to Poppy talk or laugh or moan forever and would never grow tired.
The bulge rubbing up against her ass and crotch was driving her crazy. Poppy managed to move with a certain subtleness, a phantom movement that grew stronger and stronger the more Tristana focused on it. Brave as can be, Poppy was dry humping her in front of everyone, their actions hidden by the large cloth thrown over all the tables in the inn and the dim illumination, as well as the general excitement all around.
"You don't want to?" Poppy asked, voice slurred.
Of course Tristana wanted to!
"Or are you too scared to do it for real?" Poppy had such a bad mouth when she was drink, so sassy! And Tristana was never one to back down from a challenge, she was a damn bandle gunner! She'd even killed before! She drank guys triple her size under the table! This was nothing! This was just a stiff, hard, hot cock rubbing up against her crotch, this was just Poppy's lovely, thick blue dick rubbing, and rubbing, grazing her clit, this was Poppy's adorable face staring into her as her huge, throbbing rod eagerly prodded against her entrance, begging to be let in.
Poppy's moans in her ear were driving her crazy. A few people glanced their way, saw nothing suspicious, and looked away again. The bartender approached, clearly expecting a bill or a request for another drink. Meanwhile that dick dicking into her clit was becoming even worse. "S-Some water, please!"
The bartender gave her a disgusted look, filled up two cups with some lukewarm water, and slammed them on the bar, henceforth deserting them until their tab was do.
Poppy continued to whisper to her, in that aggravating sexy tone of hers. "Come on, aren't you supposed to be a fearless Bandle Gunner, or something?" Poppy mumbled in her ear. "You teased me with that mouth of yours. I want the other half now."
"The other half!?" Tristana gasped softly, aware of the heat of other bodies and voices swarming around them, but way more aware of the tent prodding and poking at her crotch, as if demanding entrance.
"I don't ever do this," Poppy murmured, "I am new to all of this, and I'm sure I'm going to regret this but... I need you - t-to be in your," slightly slurred, she sounded so miserable and needy, Tristana grew even wetter, her clit begging to be rubbed, inner walls throbbing and clenching around empty space.
"Fuck, do it!"
Poppy knew what she wanted, and she knew how to poke Tristana in all the right ways, inside and out. Her pussy had been longing for Poppy since they'd met and especially since she'd had a taste. She'd fucked Teemo outside in the dead of night, and once or twice she'd sucked a fellow gunner off in the barracks while the other were sleeping… in other words, she was used to the comfort of darkness.
She was willing to try anything for Poppy, though…
Casting her gaze about anxiously, Tristana carefully moved her legs, and reached down. She pushed her shorts and underwear aside. Poppy tried to follow suit, but she was too drunk to unzip her pant so Tristana had to do it for her. A moment later, Tristana's eyes rolled back into her head as Poppy's fat, hardened cock pushed deep inside her folds.
"Oh fuck," Tristana gasped, clutching the edge of the table. The guy to her right gave her a dirty look, but went back to his drink.
Poppy grabbed her hips, and started pumping up. Poppy grunted, as she slowly spread Tristana open. Tristana's eyes threatened to bug from her head, her stomach bursting to life, tingles and heat a delicious combination as her clit strained. As if in answer, Poppy crudely, roughly stroked her clit, and pushed her cock in even deeper. When Tristana looked down she realized not even half of Poppy's penis was inside her. Tristana had to help. She wiggled her hips, and the two managed to push their bodies together casually enough that soon, Tristana felt like her belly was being split open by Poppy's dick. It was the most amazing thing she'd ever felt, and it took everything in her to not start weeping with joy then and there, not to mention orgasm all over the place.
Poppy was struggling, lost in pleasure, thrusting weakly. Poppy pressed her soaked, sweaty forehead against Tristana's shoulders, humping up. Hugging her from behind, Poppy kept fucking her. They rocked gently together, their secret activity hidden in the sweaty crowd of the tavern. Their hips continued to roll and crush together.
Tristana accidentally made the mistake of slapping her hand down on the bartop to hide a squeal of pleasure, and that caused everyone around to look at them. Poppy and her both seized up with panic. Could they all see what the two were doing? Then the bartender glowered at them, wandering over with two more shots - thinking that was what she'd meant- and the crowd went back to normal. However, the frantic motion of their hips was not. Free to continue, sure no one was aware of their actions, they worked each other into a frenzy. Like on the battlefield, they had the perfect back and forth. Poppy thrust up, Trist pushed herself down, and together they rolled their hips, allowing Poppy's cock to hit all these hidden, impossible spots inside her.
With a pathetic, adorable moan, Poppy suddenly came inside her. No warning, no hint of an orgasm. A fresh flood of the yordles potent seed flowed into Tristana's womanhood, hot and coating her insides. She shivered with delight, even as the knowledge that she'd just probably been knocked up by Poppy filled her mind. It should have made her horrified. But Poppy had ruined everything. Rather than horror, she felt her cunt clutch and her clit throb back to life, the tight bundle of nerves begging for more attention. Tristana reached down and fumbled with her clit, and rubbed it in hard, wonderful circles. Round and round, meanwhile that hard cock pushed in, out, just slightly. Tristana's inner muscles squeezing her caused Poppy to gasp, her cock surging back to life even after an orgasm. When Tristana came, flooding all over Poppy's cock, the warrior let loose another string of hot, sticky cum inside her, and finally the two settled into a slower, languid pace, which stilled as Poppy ceased all movement. The cock in her stayed somewhat stiff, twitching adorably.
Tristana glanced back and was about to whine for more when she realized the warrior had fallen asleep. Tristana grinned. She didn't need an excuse to sit there and be cock warmed, it was a reward more than anything. She pondered the concept of maternity leave or even an adventure with Poppy outside of Bandle City as Poppy throbbed and pulsed inside her, her strong arms draped over Tristana's shoulders, a hint of drool on her lip.
Would Poppy try to leave right away? Would Poppy regret this tomorrow morning?
Poppy woke up with Tristana next to her. The girl was deep asleep, her arms entwined around one of Poppy's muscular ones. They were twined together, Tristana's thigh resting against Poppy's crotch. Their blue skin looked so good next to each other, and felt even better pressed together, warm pulses running through her. Last night, with what strings of consciousness she'd had, she'd worried she'd wake up to an empty bed. That Tristana would think she was some kind of deadbeat, or a coward, or that the girl herself would be too embarrassed considering her two-day absence. Instead, not only was Tristana was there, but when Poppy prodded her gently awake, the gunner smiled warmly, and stretched out her thin limbs with a yawn, twining around Poppy even more. Her expression, and the way she clutched, implied that she didn't want to let go of the warrior any time soon.
Poppy never knew her body was capable of relaxing like this. She closed her eyes, and all her anxieties fell away. She didn't care about how she'd performed. And she remembered most of it. And seemingly, so did Tristana. There was no regret here. Poppy ran a hand through Tristana's hair and kissed the yordle on the top of the head.
"Good morning."
"Mornin' Pops," Tristana grinned back, "Sweet dreams?"
"Night before them was sweeter," Poppy admitted, "but I think your lips and your eyes were in my dream somewhere. So, sweet enough."
Tristana blushed. "You already came inside me, Pops, no need to act all cute and poetic like that.
The warrior laughed, but then a strange sort of awkward silence filled the air. It was clear Tristana had brought that up for a reason. It would be unreasonable to leave it out there in the open.
"I'm thinking of staying for a while," Poppy said casually, and Tristana's face lit up with excitement, and relief. She'd guessed right. Tristana was anxious about it, to some degree, in that she didn't want to be alone. Poppy closed her eyes. What did this mean for her journey? She had to halt it because of her own actions, but she couldn't find a trace of regret inside herself, instead fresh, warm rivers of excitement and joy. Her only worry was that if she pinched herself none of this would be real, and she'd be back in her bed in Demacia.
"Those bandits, those slaves- we need to go after them, after all. And..."
"And I want to spend some more time with you," Poppy admitted, flushed.
"Well...welcome to Bandle City then." With a shriek of excited joy, Tristana grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down on the bed. "As a resident, it'd be my supreme honor to show you the wonders of Bandle City." As she spoke, Poppy's cock began to push between her folds. Trist was already wet for her, and leaned down to kiss Poppy right on the mouth.
Her second kiss, and it meant infinitely more than her first had, with some person whose face she could no longer remember. All she could recall was Tristana. Hands sliding down to Trist's hips, she flipped the feisty gunner on her back, pushed her thighs apart, and grabbed her dick. "Get me this excited in the morning and you have to face the consequences."
Tristana pouted. "Oh no... how horrible!"
Laughing, and with a grin, Poppy went to work.