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With Love's Light Wings	By : Lemonette Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 11370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-With Love's Light Wings
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Kat looked into the mirror and smiled at her reflection. She was beautiful and knew it. Maybe, if life had gone differently, she could have been a model. But in Noxus, she took one look at the people she would have to sleep with and ran out the door. Even fame and riches couldn’t make her fake an orgasm for them.
“Hello.” A commanding, deep male voice rang from the door. “Miss Katarina?”
Kat turned to see a tall, square-jawed young man. She recognized him immediately, of course. His face was one that was often broadcasted from the Fields of Justice, with his body encased in heavy golden armor and a gleaming spear in his hands.
But now he was dressed simply in a white dress shirt and black slacks. She smiled at him, and tossed her red hair over her shoulder. “Yes, I am Katarina. And you are?”
He couldn’t help but grin. It was impossible that she did not know who he was, but he appreciated her discretion. “They call me Jarvan. May I come in?”
She nodded towards the bed. There were no chairs in the room. He stepped forward, closing the door behind him. As he strode to the bed, she admired the way he moved – like a lion, smooth, strong, and sexy. Three S’s. She giggled at the alliteration.
He sat down on the side of the bed and faced me. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
She blushed. “The way you move is smooth, strong, and sexy,” she confessed. “And I just thought…well…”
“Three S’s.” He also laughed, his deep voice reverberating around the room. His dark eyes locked onto hers. She was mesmerized.
On the broadcasts, he was a ruthless prince, a focused warrior. But in person, he was more gentle. His face was young and unlined, but his eyes were those of a much older man. Kat remembered the stories, how he had disappeared for two long years, and came back a changed man.
She kept her eyes on his as she moved towards him. She brought a finger up to touch his lips, and felt his hand on her hip.
“What goes on in here, stays in here,” she murmured. His nod was so slight that she felt it with her finger more than she saw it. He closed his eyes as she gently traced his features. She felt him rolling the silken material of her shift between his fingers.
“Undress me?” she asked. In one swift motion, he stood up and pulled the shift up and over her head, leaving her naked. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and he patiently waited, observing her concentration, furrowed brows, and slight blush.
She is more beautiful than I expected, he thought. The pictures of her don’t do her justice. And cute, in an innocent way, too. He had never seen her before, even though he was a regular in the brothel. She must be new.
The shirt finally came off. Before Kat could reach for his pants, Jarvan suddenly tilted her head up and kissed her.
His tongue explored her mouth, lightly tracing her front teeth, playing with her tongue. She pressed herself to him, feeling his muscled chest against her breasts and the bulge against her abdomen.
Jarvan stepped away. “Get on the bed and spread those legs,” he said, gruffly. As Kat positioned herself on the bed, he undid his pants and kicked off his shoes.
When he looked up, the redhead was sprawled on the bed, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, legs spread wide apart, her fingers working furiously at her clit. As if she sensed him looking, she opened her eyes, looked straight into his, and winked.
Jarvan growled. What a vixen. This woman deserved a good pounding. He smirked back at her.
“Come here,” he gestured. Kat stretched languidly, then took her time slowly crawling out of bed. As she stood, she tossed her hair and smiled seductively at him, as if daring him to take her.
Jarvan pulled her close and kissed her again. His fingers reached down and felt between her legs – she was wet. Dripping wet. She moaned into his mouth as he stroked her clit. When he moved his hand away, she stretched herself up on her toes, trying to reach his cock to rub on her pussy, and failing.
“You are too tall!” she teased.
In response, he spun her around and bent her over the bed. He slowly pushed his cock into her depths. She moaned in pleasure as her walls adjusted, feeling incredibly full. He began to pump, slowly at first, then faster, and faster. Kat cried out with each pump, her voice melding in tempo with Jarvan’s grunts.
Just as Kat was about to cum, Jarvan pulled out. “Suck,” he ordered.
Kat’s jaw dropped open and she twisted around to look at the man. Jarvan stared back at her with a straight face, but Kat detected a devilish glint in his eyes. Bastard.
Desperately horny, she dropped to her knees. Her lips pouted as she tried unsuccessfully to take in all of his length. She compensated by wrapping her hands around the base of his shaft and moving them with her mouth. The salty taste of her own pussy and his pre cum mixed in her mouth as she sucked. It tasted amazing. To her despair and delight, she found herself riding on the brink of an orgasm, yet unable to cum while concentrating on a blowjob.
Jarvan groaned as her tongue pleasured his cock. She was amazing; one of the best he had ever received. He glanced down and caught her looking back at him. The lust in her eyes drove him over the edge.
He grabbed her roughly and pushed her onto the bed, and then climbed on top of her and pushed his cock into her. Surprised, Kat cried out and came instantly. She arched and bucked, while Jarvan kept fucking her for a few more strokes. Then he orgasmed as well, shooting his cum inside her.
The two lay panting, side by side. After a few minutes, Jarvan was the first to move. He rolled out of the bed and started dressing.
Kat turned over on her side and watched him, soaking in the sight. Her heart was beating fast - was it the exertion, or was it something else? She quickly dismissed the thought. She was doing her job, and there was no way the Demacian prince could ever want to be with her. She was just a quick lay for him after his long day of being Summoned on the Fields of Justice. But a girl could dream. She smiled. This night was a night to be remembered, and she hoped he could choose her again.
Jarvan noticed her mysterious smile and wondered what she was thinking about. But he didn’t ask. The magic of the moments past were beginning to fade, and the worries that he had temporarily pushed away were returning. The recent spy reports of Noxus, the politics of the Demacian Court, and of course, Jericho Swain…
But for a few minutes, Katarina had made him forget. And not just forget, but smile.
He finished buttoning his shirt. “Thank you, Miss Katarina,” he said. “Have a good night.”
“You too, Jarvan.”
And he walked out the door.
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