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The Prince's Dragon	By : cno Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 6920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Prince's Dragon
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[Author's Note: This was done due to request. It's a lot different than other stuff I've written, but it was fun to write. Please leave reviews because they make me feel warm and fuzzy inside]

The bush was not warded, the half-dragon Shyvana was sure of that. The oracles elixir she had bought earlier showed no signs that the enemy knew she was around. She twisted her neck to the side, preparing herself for battle, feeling satisfied by the soft crack. She peered out again, watching the two champions dance around each other. The hand of Noxus was moving around the circle of minions, looking for an opening to attack. His would-be-prey was none other than Demacia’s crown prince, and the object of her affections, Jarvan IV. His black and gold armor was cracked in a few places, evidence of previous battles, but his trusty lance looked as formidable as ever.
         She had a sudden burst of butterflies in her stomach and a rush of warmth between her legs, but she pushed the feelings aside. Now was definitely not the time. She watched, patiently, for Darius to be a little too aggressive, so she could spring her trap. Jarvan was countering Darius’ movements by making sure there were always minions between them, and used his oversized lance to kill the small enemies when they became weak.
         The dragon’s patience was rewarded as Darius apparently got tired of waiting. He rushed past the cluster of minions pathetically wailing on each other, and charged towards Jarvan. After taking a deep breath, Shyvana summoned a spiral of flames at her feet and dashed out of the brush, sprinting towards the Noxian general. To his credit, Darius ignored the charging warrior at first, apparently intent on killing his main target. But he quickly released that Jarvan was still too far away, and the half-dragon was closing quickly. He cursed, turned, and headed back towards his turret.
         Not giving up on the chase, Shyvana raced after him, the fire driving her forward scorching the ground every step. Once he was in arm’s reach, she dove at him, driving him to the ground face first with a grunt. She quickly positioned her legs to hold his arms to his side and began pounding her gauntlets into the back of his head. 15 seconds later, the omnipresent voice declared that Darius had been slain, and Shyvana stopped the assault. She stood up, knowing his body would disappear momentarily. Looking around, she noticed that Jarvan had not followed her to secure their kill. Or her kill, she thought somewhat annoyed.
         Still, as she made her way back to him, a large smile came to her face. Surely he would be proud of her. He’d thank her for her help, give her one of his winning smiles, and maybe even put his hand on her shoulder. Maybe he would even come up with a more creative way to thank her for her help. At that thought, she felt blood rush down to between her legs, and her breathing quicken. A girl can dream right?
         But there was no friendly hand. There was no smile. There wasn’t even a thank you. Jarvan had returned to the enemy minions, picking them off with his lance. Shyvana stopped about 10 feet away, staring at him in disbelief. He apparently didn’t notice her presence, remaining intent on killing the small enemy creatures. Finally, she couldn’t take being ignored. “Your welcome Jarvan.” She said, the anger clear in her voice.
         He looked up at her, expressionless, and nodded. When he turned his attention away from her again, she was seriously tempted just to walk away, furious. She even turned and took a step before something in her snapped. She whipped back around and stomped up to the prince, and angrily poking him in the back with her gauntlet, making him turn around. She leaned in close and yelled: “What the fuck Jarvan? I come up here to help you, wasting time from farming my jungle or helping our other teammates, chase down Darius without your help, kill him without you lifting a finger, and you hardly even acknowledge it.”
         Jarvan’s emotionless face seemed to show a flash of surprise and perhaps regret before returning back to his practiced neutrality. This only made Shyvana angrier. “Damnit Jarvan, we’re supposed to be friends. Don’t treat me like a stranger or one of your peasants. I thought our relationship was better than that. You saved my life when you found me. I’ll never forget or thank you enough for that. But I’ve helped you defeat your enemies, even save your life. So why are you so cold to me?”
         At this point her angry yelling had almost devolved into an emotional breakdown, with tears threatening to form in her eyes. The grey skin of her cheeks were turning a shade of red, and her purple eyes seemed to shimmer. Jarvan’s practiced stoicism finally broke under her unbreaking gaze. His gloved hand found her chin, and he brought his lips to hers.
         Time seemed to slow down for Shyvana, as she slowly realized that the love of her life was, in fact, kissing her. The aches of recent wounds signaled that this wasn’t a dream, and the feeling of him on her lips certainly proved he was real. Once her brain unfroze, her whole body melted and she returned the kiss in earnest, running her long tongue against his lips.
         She grasped at the back of his armor, trying to pull him in as close as possible, almost scared that he might try to run away. To her dismay, the prince pulled away, a trail of saliva still connecting their lips. She whined in protest, and attempted to lean in and recapture his lips, but he leaned his head away, attempting to speak. “Shy”, he said, catching his breath, “I’ve known for awhile that you’ve want more from me than just friendship.” He was having some difficulty talking because Shyvana was squirming against him, rubbing her chest against his armor, her breathing getting quicker and quicker. “But you have to understand, I have a commitment to Demac-what are you doing?”
         The half-dragon had apparently grown impatient with his explanations, and had slid down to her knees, her gauntlets discarded, and her hands trying to find the clasps and hooks holding his armor together. Having grown used to holding the dragon claws, her fingers weren’t exactly dexterous, but a horny dragon is nothing if not resourceful, and after a few moments of frantic searching, she found what she was looking for. She was rewarded with a few clicks, and finally, the armor on his legs was separated from the rest, allowing her to create enough separation to find her real goal.
         His dick looked half erect, shrinking a bit after being exposed to the air. She exampled his length like it was a treasure. It was pale and smooth, looking like it would be around 6 inches at full mast. It was also sweaty and musky after being confined in his armor, as well as surrounded on all sides by thick hair. But she didn’t care. She opened her mouth and happily wrapped her lips around the head. Jarvan shoved his lance into the ground and moved his weight onto it as to not fall over. “S-Shy, you can’t…don’t…you need to stop.”
         Shyvana could feel his cock growing quickly in her mouth, which gave her all the encouragement she needed. She ran her tongue around his head, and bobbed her head down further onto his hardening length, slurping lewdly. Even though he was the one getting all the attention, she felt like her skin was going to catch fire. Her whole body was burning up with lust that threatened to consume her. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she moved her hands down to the bottom of her armor, careful to keep her lips around Jarvan’s cock, and undid the clasps holding it to her body. With her legs finally free from the confining metal, she quickly moved one hand to her pussy and rubbed two fingers up her netherlips, her eyes fluttering as she did so. Her other hand fumbled to find the hooks for the armor on her torso. She knew it would be easier if she used both hands, but she seriously felt like if she stopped touching herself at this moment, she might die.
         The clasp was undone with a metal click, and her armor fell away from her, revealing her breasts to the world. They were grey like the rest of her, perky and topped with dark purple nipples, which were already hardened by arousal. The whole situation was quickly spiraling out of control for Jarvan, who knew he needed to stop the half-dragon, but was finding it difficult to think of reasons why. Finally, he gained enough self-control to grab a hold of her head and pull her face off his dick. She looked up at him questioningly, her eyes glossed over with lust.
         “Shyvana, we need to stop-“ he stated to say.
         “Good idea” she said, pulling away from his hold and turning over onto her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him. “I want you to cum inside me the first time.” Whatever he was going to say was lost to him. Here she was, exposing her pussy to him, wet and inviting. She had never taken her helmet off, only made her seem more attractive to him. It reminded him that she was a fearsome warrior. A fearsome warrior who was submissively bending over on her knees for him, asking him to cum inside her. How could he say no?
         He fell to his knees behind her, and moved his dick to her lips, eliciting a moan and a girlish giggle. Grabbing hold of her hips, he rocked himself forward, burying himself into her welcoming pussy. Her eyes shut in pleasure, and she learned forward, falling onto her forearms. Jarvan wasted no time establishing a fast rhythm, thrusting his full length into her quivering cunt. Shyvana was finding it hard to breath. Her lover was stretching her out in ways she was not used to, and every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she realized with some irony that she was being fucked like a dog in heat. Or a dragon in heat.
         Jarvan felt his climax quickly approaching. He had wasted no time going full speed, and Shyvana’s tight tunnel was squeezing him for everything he had. He had reached the point of no return. He tried to find his voice. “S-Shy. I’m gonna”. She thrust her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Do it.” She said breathlessly.
         He buried himself to the hilt inside, and came with a grunt. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his seed flood her insides, the feeling completely bringing her to the ground, resting her cheek against the dirt, breathing deeply. They rested like that for a few moments, neither one wanting him to pull out, but they knew it had to end. To Shyvana’s despair, some of his cum leaked as he slid out, and spilled to the ground. Jarvan moved to reattach his armor while his lover continued to lay on the ground, ass still presented. Reluctantly, she pushed herself up, and regathered her armor as well.
         As she was reconnecting the armor on her chest, Jarvan broke the silence. “Shyvana.” He started, trying to find the right words. She silenced him with a gesture of her hand. “I know.” She replied sadly. She placed her hand on his cheek lovingly, looking him in the eyes, then turned to grab her gauntlets, and returned to the jungle.
         The prince sighed sadly, and pulled his lance from the ground. Darius would return soon, and he had to be ready.
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