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Valoran Infinite	By : cno Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 9911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Xin glanced at the bolter strapped to the lad’s wrist with curiosity before speaking. “Take it north to Vayne. He’s probably the best mind for crossbows you’ll find in the city.” Kanen’s heart jumped at the mention of the Night Hunter, but he quickly grew confused. “Wait, ‘he’?”

The Demacian warrior raised an eyebrow. “Yes. Jonathan Vayne is the unofficial engineer of our ranged weapons, and the Chief Officer of the constabulary. If you head up to his estate, he can get your weapon fixed.” Kanen blinked. Jonathan Vayne? As in, the father of HIS Vayne? He had been murdered years and years ago. In fact, his death was the catalyst for young Shauna’s crusade to rid Valoran of evildoers. If he was still alive...

No point in considering possibilities, he realized. The less he considered the many different paths this world could have taken, the better. “Ok, well, are they just gonna let me in? Seems like things all you guys are being pretty cautious, especially with strangers, so I get the feeling it’s gonna take more than a wink and a smile to talk to him.”

Quinn and Lux shared a look and a nod. The latter fumbled around the crowded table and began writing on an official looking piece of paper. “You raise a good point” she said slowly as she scribbled. “But this should grant you an audience if nothing else.” She dropped the pen and presented him with a thick sheet of blue parchment, complete with the seal of the king. Kanen reluctantly accepted the gift, and gathered his resolve for the task at hand. “One thing at a time” he thought to himself.

Sensing the squad was finished with him, he nodded to them and turned to leave. Ahri stuck her arm out, catching his attention as he walked past her. She smiled softly. “Good luck.”

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Kanen had thought that the Vayne estate would have been difficult to find. As he stared across the enormous open garden, surrounded on all sides by neatly stacked white brick, he realized he had been very wrong. There were a handful of people moving around the grounds, all walking with purpose, none of them paying him any mind. He took a few cautious steps down the path splitting the garden in half, admiring the beautiful scenery. The purples, blues and whites of the organized flora radiated feelings of peace and tranquility. Not the kind of thing you’d expect to find in a city at war.

He asked a passing girl where he could find Jonathan Vayne. She responded by looking at him like he had 2 heads, and walking away quickly. He sighed, running his hand through his dark hair out of habit, wondering if any of these people were going to help him. Almost before he could finish his thought, however, a familiar voice from behind questioned him. “You’re looking for Mr. Vayne?”

He knew that voice, but he turned around slowly, not wanting to let his mind get away from him. Clear, light blue eyes met him. Cute thin nose, pretty pink lips, soft rounded chin, smooth graceful neck, jet black hair. It was her. “Vayne?” He managed to croak out, almost breathless. She exhaled through her nose with some slight frustrations. “Yes, Mr. Vayne. You said you’re here to see him. Who are you, and why do you want to see my father?”

He didn’t know what he expected, but he was not prepared to come face to face with the object of his affection. He ran her words through his head, trying to make sense of them and come up with a response, but he found himself much more interested in her. Her normal long ponytail was missing, in its place a shorter hairstyle that had been tied up in a bun. Her figure was softer, more rounded rather than the tight, athletic form he had come to know. Rather than sunglasses, she was adorned with a clear pair of eyeglasses that offered him a look into her eyes. And he was engrossed. Vayne and her eyewear never seemed to part, thus few people ever had the opportunity to truly look into her eyes. Now, he didn’t want his chance to end.

She tilted her head to the side, her eyebrows furrowing. “Well? Are you gonna answer me or do I need to call the guards?” Guards? Kanen thought, Vayne would call guards for a situation she could handle on her own. “No, sorry. I need your father to repair my bolter here.” He stammered, gesturing to the weapon on his wrist. “I, uh, have a note from Lux so you know I’m not a rapist, or worse, a Noxian.” She didn’t even crack a smile at his joke. That seemed like Vayne.

She took the parchment from his as he presented it, her eyes shooting across the page as she read it. Kanen looked down at her outfit, still surprised to see her normal black bodysuit had been replaced by a well-fitting blue uniform, with ample cloth around the neckline, hiding the curve of her round perky-

“You’re close enough with Lieutenant Lux to refer to her just by her first name?” His eyes shot back up to her face, but she was still reading the note. As his face flushed with embarrassment, he considered her question. He had met Lux a few times at the Institute, but he doubted she would remember his name. But the truth was more complicated than a lie. “Uh, yes. Sorry. I’m bad with titles and ranks.”

She finished examining the note, and handed it back to him, a smile coming to her face. “No, it’s fine. I used to be friends with her before she joined the military. She’s great. Sorry about the third degree. Just...can’t be too careful, you know?”

Kanen smiled in relief. “Very true. It’s not a problem Vayne.” She gave an animatedly exaggerated facial twitch, and shook her head. “Ugh, Vayne is my father. Please, call me Shauna.” She said happily, extending her hand. He paused, not really knowing how to handle this very different Vayne, but he finally reached out and shook her hand. “My name is Kanen.” Her eyes twinkled and her smile widened. “Pleased to meet you Kanen.”

“Now” She said, switching her right hand for her left grasping his, and turning towards the large building behind her “Lets take you to my father shall we?” He managed to nod, but all he could think about was the warm, smooth skin of her hand pressed against his. They traveled into the massive house in silence, Vayne, or Shaua he supposed, led him quickly up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway. Finally, she stopped outside a large set of wooden double doors.

“Wait here, I need to see if he’s busy.” She explained quickly. When he nodded in understanding, she cracked open one of the doors and slipped inside, closing it behind her. She returned half a minute later, again closing the door behind her. “He needs a few minutes, but it won’t be long.” She smiled brightly at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. Her eyes fell to his wrist. “Do you mind if I look at it?”

He shook his head and raised his arm, allowing her to grab it with both hands. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought she was gently rubbing his forearm, but he shook it off as wishful thinking. She leaned down to take a closer look at the mini-crossbow, admiring it’s simple homemade design. Minutes passed, and her hold on his wrist didn’t break.

“It’s a beautiful design.” She whispered finally “I...There’s something about it that feels...familiar somehow. Like...I saw it in a dream or something.” She shook her head and released her hold on him with a sheepish grin. “It’s a wonderful weapon. I’ve never seen anything like that outside of my father’s creations.”

He felt his face flush at her praise. “Thank you. It took a lot of time to make. Sometimes I wonder if it was even worth it.” Vayne gave him a playful smack on the arm. “Of course it was. ‘Never do ‘just enough’ when it comes to making a weapon’, as my father says.” Her expression switched suddenly to almost shy. “You made it yourself huh? I bet your girlfriend loves that you’ve got creative hands.”

“Um, I don’t have a girlfriend. But yeah, I made it myself.” Whatever Vayne was going to say was interrupted by the doors behind her opening suddenly. A large, bearded man with Vayne’s dark hair appeared, carrying an expression of unmitigated seriousness. “You boy.” He practically bellowed. “Come, show me your bow and don’t waste time. I have other things to do.”

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Kanen laid on the oversized bed, staring at the ceiling. Vayne Sr had graciously fixed the mechanical issues with his bolter, while simultaneously declaring the inclusion of a hextech generator was practically heresy to the purity of the weapon. Apparently he would have to wait until he got to Piltover before that techmaturgy half of his creation could be properly looked at.

The lord had then magnanimously allowed (or insisted upon) Kanen to spend the night before he was forcefully removed from the city and sent on his way east. Unfortunately, the daunting task in front of him made sleep a lofty goal that he found he couldn’t quite reach. The only thoughts he had that calmed his racing heart and anxiety filled mind were thoughts of Vayne. Or more specifically, thoughts of Shauna, and thoughts of his Vayne. He wasn’t 12 years old anymore, he knew when women were interested in him, and he got the impression that Shauna had been throwing out some clear signals.

But it seemed so absurd that he kept dismissing it before the thought crept up to him again. Finally, he grumbled and turned over onto his side. He longed for sleep, but he knew there was only one way it was going to come anytime soon. His hand snaked its way into the borrowed sleeping pants, and wrapped around his soft cock.

He closed his eyes again, and breathed slowly. He saw Shauna appear before him, missing her uniform, and instead clad in a lacy blue nightgown. She smiled seductively and slowly walked towards him, leaning over as she reached the bed, and crawled until she was on top of him. Her head bent down, and their lips met in a gentle embrace. Her body meshed into him, pushing her breasts against his chest, grinding her hips into his.

His fist sped up on his hardened rod.

Shauna pulled back from their passionate embrace, and she looked over her shoulder at a figure in the doorway. Vayne, HIS Vayne, walked closer, still wearing her black, skin-tight bodysuit. Vayne approached Shauna and captured her lips hungrily, putting her hand on her twin’s hip, caressing her skin gently. Their tongues entwined and danced together, with Vayne claiming dominance over Shauna. Without a word, they turned to Kanen, and took positions on either side of him.

Vayne pushed his pants down while Shauna kissed his belly. Once his hard cock was exposed, the twins moved to it, taking either side and ran their tongues all over his sensitive flesh. Shauna took the head in her mouth while Vayne licks and sucked on the shaft. The pair slurped and sucked on his rod lewdly, both looking up into his eyes.

His climax was coming. He frantically pumped his hand up and down.

Vayne wrapped her hand around his cock, thrusting up and down, aiming it at her face. Shauna smushed her face next to her, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. “Cum for us Kanen. Cum on our faces. We wanna taste it.”

His dick exploded into his hand and his pants, coating them both with his sticky fluid. He gave himself a few slow last strokes, then pulled his hand out of his pants, wiping the fluid on his chest, and rolling onto his back. He sat in silence for a minute, and was happy to find that his mind was basically empty. He felt the call of sleep, and gave into the temptation with a smile on his face.
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