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Lewd Lulu	By : Rathian_Heart Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 6832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Tristana gasped for breath as she lay on her back, her body continuing to quiver in post orgasmic bliss. To her right, Poppy’s breath came in in heavy pants, muffled only somewhat by the plush pillow she’d buried her face in. Thick white cum slowly oozed and dribbled from the stretched asses and pussies.

“I bet you're seeing fireworks now,” Lulu giggled as she stretched out at Tristana and Poppy’s feet. Her oversized hat had long been discarded with the rest of her clothes and Pix had opted to abandon the sex romp.

“I'm lucky to be seeing anything,” Tristana grumbled as she sat up. Her fluffy white hair was matted with cum, and thick globs of it dropped down her face and hung off her chin.

Lulu continued to giggle as she attempted to stir Poppy. The Keeper of the Hammer’s arms hung limply at her side while her firm, toned ass was raised high in the air.

“How can you still have any energy after that?” Poppy groaned into the pillow. “It took everything we had and you still don't seem sated…”

The few loose strands of cum of Tristana’s face were shook loose as she nodded in agreement. Tristana and Poppy both glistened with sweat and were struggling to catch their breath, and one of Poppy’s usually fluffy twintails had come loose while the other sagged pathetically. Lulu, on the other hand, although her small body dripped with cum and her usually wild mess of hair was slick and matted, she still looked like she was ready for more.

“You mean you never noticed the weird looks Evelynn and Ahri would always give me?” Lulu asked.

“You mean it's not just because you're a little weird?” Poppy groaned as she struggled to pull herself up and turn herself over.

“Well, there's that too,” Lulu giggled. “But for as incredible a pair of sluts those two are, their stamina’s always being compared to mine by, well...just about everyone with a cock.”

“You don't mean…” Poppy and Tristana shuddered in revulsion.

“Oh, gross! Gross! I can't believe… No!” Lulu sputtered and stuck her tongue out as her eyes clenched in horror. “I'm not so much of a cock hound that I would go anywhere near someone like Urgot or Yorick. Ick!”

The girls breathed a sigh of relief. Although they each held themselves to different standards, at least they were all able to agree that some of the men in the League were universally grotesque.

“Braum though…” Lulu’s mouth curled into a lewd smile and a dollop of drool hung from the corner. “I don't think I've ever felt so full in my life. Him and the Might of Demacia at once?” Lulu shuddered and moaned softly as she attempted to wipe the increasing drool from her mouth.

“Wait, you and Garen?” Poppy shouted as she shot upright.

“Oh yeah, you hooked up with him earlier today, didn't you?” Tristana inquired as she attempted to wring what little cum she could out of her hair.

“Of course, wouldn't want a piece of him?” Lulu grinned as Poppy’s dull blue fur began to take on a more crimson color. “I'm sure we both know he's not compensating for anything with that big sword of his…”

“I’ll tell you what,” Lulu’s grin turned mischievous as she scooted closer to Poppy and placed her hand inside her thigh. “Tell us what happened with Garen, and we’ll each share something we’ve done with someone.”

“Hey, whoa,” Tristana stammered. “Leave me out of your little spank session Lulu… I'm not the kind of yordle who'll fuck and tell…”

“But you'll certainly jump someone after sucking some not so anonymous horse cock in a bathroom stall,” Poppy rolled her eyes before taking a breath. “I guess that’s fair though…”

*****

“Then for all these years, that Iron Ambassador with the same name as you?” Garen asked, clearly puzzled.

“Was some other Poppy,” Poppy laughed nervously. Her hand shook as she tried to take a sip of her mug, and she succeeded more in splashing the thick stout over her face and her scarf than she did at drinking it. “Just some yordle a summoner accidentally brought to the Rift, and that old timer went off the rails in terms of what her story was.”

“Corki is a bit of an odd one,” Garen laughed heartedly as he took a long gulp of his own. “Though he's a powerful ally when he needs to be.”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Poppy chuckled awkwardly. She could still remember much of the Academy’s roster teasing her about “daddy issues” or her diplomatic immunity being the result of an illicit meeting with Prince Jarvan IV.

Although memories of being the subject of Corki’s deranged lore certainly cast a gloomy shadow over Poppy’s head, the Keeper of the Hammer was more nervous being in such close personal proximity to the Might of Demacia. She would always do what she could to brush aside the way Lulu or Tristana would tease her about her crush, but she wasn't able to lie to herself about how wet she was. Her thighs rubbed together uncomfortably as she tried to take some of the edge off, but she could feel that all she was doing was smearing her increasing arousal against the insides of her chain mail.

Though she would love to be able to spend more time with her hero, she silently hoped she would find an opportunity to leave and return home. All she was beginning to be able to think about was how badly she needed to stuff her pussy with the biggest dildo in her collection and fuck her own brains out.

“It looks like a bunch of champions just finished their matches,” Garen’s voice suddenly snapped Poppy out of her thoughts.

“What?” Poppy asked, having been thinking more about her vagina than whatever Garen had been saying.

“It would probably be best if we left. I have a feeling it's going to get a lot more crowded than we’d like, and I'd prefer to be able to more comfortably speak with you.”

“Are you…” Poppy trailed off as she struggled to keep herself composed.

“Only if you would like,” Garen chuckled. “And don't think you would be imposing at all by accepting such an invitation.”

“Your place? Yes, of course! Why haven't we left yet?” Poppy could barely contain her excitement as she quickly drained the rest of her tankard and hopped off her stool.

Her eyes widened in momentary surprise as she was finally able to feel just how wet she was. She considered herself lucky that the padding beneath her chain mail was darkly colored or she was sure anyone passing by could have called her out for having peed herself. She regained her composure the best she could and shouldering her legendary hammer awkwardly shuffled towards the door.

“Perhaps I should lead?” Garen chuckled as he was easily able to overtake Poppy’s gait.

“Yes, you’re absolutely right, what was I thinking?” Poppy laughed awkwardly as she waved Garen forward.

It was only a few minutes from the Rabble Rouser to the Champions Barracks, and a few minutes more to Garen’s quarters. Though in the back of her mind Poppy could see that each of the quarters were designed with the champion’s specific tastes and interests in mind, and female champions seemed to have much more extravagant accommodations, the forefront of Poppy’s thoughts were on watching the back of Might of Demacia’s tabard swing back and forth with each step. Only a few times Poppy caught herself trying to tilt her head enough to be able to see underneath the tabard, and each time Poppy silently cursed herself for letting her sopping wet pussy control her thinking.

“I hope you don’t mind the clutter,” Garen chuckled as they’d finally arrived.

“Oh, not at all,” Poppy chuckled politely as Garen held the door for her.

Once inside, Poppy felt herself struggling to keep her mouth shut as Garen’s quarters was essentially a shrine to all things Demacian. Although he had a questionably large pin up poster of Katarina Du Couteau above his bed, the remainder of his quarters were decked in gold and blue with an equally large poster of Prince Jarvan IV. Poppy could feel herself struggling with feelings of jealousy that her hero would have such a large poster of Noxus’s greatest assassin posing in a black thong and lewdly holding her undone bra over her sizable chest, and being able to easily taunt Garen over his almost obsessive level of faith in his country and leader, especially once she noticed the elegant scrawling of Jarvan’s signature.

“I’ve been meaning to redo it,” Garen chuckled unashamedly as he unclasped his hefty pauldrons. “I do hope you’re not offended by Katarina’s image. Fiora thought it would make for a hilariously embarrassing gift, and I just hadn’t the heart to turn it away.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Poppy mumbled as she watched Garen removed his armor with practiced grace. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t have a pillow with your picture on it that I grind myself off on every night.”

“What was that?” Garen asked as he finally removed the last of his armor and set it down at the foot of his bed.

“Nothing, nothing!” Poppy stammered as her face turned dark purple.

“If you say so,” Garen shrugged. “Although, Poppy, if you wouldn’t mind me asking…”

Poppy’s face turned even darker as her mind raced with the possibilities of what Garen would be asking. She felt her pussy was on fire as her juices gushed and soaked into her underpadding, her panties already at their maximum absorbency.

“I’d like to change into more relaxing clothes,” Garen continued. “I don’t mind you being here, though I do ask that you turn your back. I understand completely if you would rather wait in the hall.”

“No, no, absolutely not, I can do that, it’s fine,” Poppy stammered as she did her best to contain the thick dollop of drool that threatened to slip from the side of her mouth. She turned face immediately, shuddered softly as she felt her wetness slowly drip down her legs as she heard the shuffling of clothing.

It wasn’t even moments after that Poppy’s hormone crazed curiosity had gotten the better of her. Slowly she glanced over her shoulder, and almost immediately snapped her head back forward. Again, she attempted to peak at Garen, only to bring her attention forward out of fear the Might of Demacia would turn and catch her at that instant. Finally, after four tries, Poppy worked up the courage to turn her head completely and resist the urge not to peak. Her eyes widened and a thick strand of drool hung from her mouth as she grinned at the sight before her. For reasons unknown to Poppy, Garen had chosen to disrobe entirely rather than remove and replace an article of clothing before moving onto the next, and unknown to him he was giving Poppy a complete show of his wide, muscular back and firm, toned ass.

Poppy turned slowly, attempting to keep any noise she made to the barest minimum as she stared at Garen’s ass. She licked her lips hungrily as she slowly crept towards him using all the racial skills she could muster until she was finally inches from Garen and could feel the sweaty heat radiating off of him. Poppy quickly took a deep breath, and a moment later pounced upon the Might of Demacia.

“Poppy, what are you…” Garen’s thought was cut short as Poppy easily spread his muscular ass and shoved her face between his cheeks. He moaned loudly, his instinct to react in someway halted by new, pleasurable feels as he felt Poppy’s slick tongue dart around his wrinkled asshole.

Garen moaned and panted softly as he felt his knees buckle, though he kept his foot lest he end up falling on the yordle girl. Poppy continued to moan against Garen’s asshole as she hungrily and loudly slurped at it, her size offering her the perfect height at which to eat the human sweat stained orifice. As she licked, Poppy reached around and grasped Garen’s already steel hard cock. Garen thought he heard her gasp between loud slurps, and moaned softly as Poppy awkwardly stroked the base of his twelve inch meat.

As Poppy swiftly jerked Garen’s cock, she reached between his legs with her free hand and cupped his heavy balls. She moaned lustfully as could almost feel his cum churning in the fist sized orbs and slowly rolled them around in her hand as she pulled her face from his ass.

“You seem a little pent up Garen,” she purred. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Garen gasped as Poppy resumed her tonguing his ass while her hands stroked and massaged his manhood. His legs shook as he struggled to stay standing, and his breath came in heavy pants as he felt Poppy’s tongue press inside his ass and expertly clean his insides. It wasn’t long before Garen felt his orgasm approaching, and he instinctively reached back and shoved Poppy’s face deeper into his ass as he groaned loudly.

Between his legs, Poppy moaned lustfully as she felt Garen’s balls pulse and throb before his cock shot rope after thick rope of milky white cum. Her eyes slowly began to roll back into her head as her nostrils were filled with the musky scent of Garen’s ass and his cum as it splattered against the wall and onto his sheets. For Poppy, Garen’s orgasm felt as though it lasted an eternity, and she shuddered as small orgasms rocked through her own body. Finally, she felt Garen released his grip on her head and she pulled away from him, breathing deeply as she wiped the copious amounts of drools her face before slowly licking away the thick, gooey cum that had pooled between her fingers.

“It really had been some time, hadn’t it,” Poppy panted heavily as she finally finished licking her fingers clean. She smiled as she glanced up at Garen, though her smile immediately fell as she felt the color drain from her face.

“Armor off, now,” Garen panted softly as his still hard cock throbbed in Poppy’s face.

Poppy, more out of intimidation than lust, did as the Might of Demacia said and quickly removed her armor and clothing. As her panties fell into the pile with an almost audible splat, Poppy made no effort to cover herself or hide the glittering juices that covered her pussy and inside of her thighs. She gasped slightly as she felt herself hoisted into the air and tossed onto Garen’s bed. Before she had a chance to reposition herself, she felt the bed sink as Garen climbed into it and hoist her up again.

“Just be a little gentle,” Poppy whimpered softly as she saw in Garen’s eyes that he was consumed with lust.

Poppy moaned loudly as she felt the wind knocked from her. Her pussy had been wet enough to easily allow Garen to impale her on the full length of his cock, and Poppy groaned softly as she was thankful the magical nature of being a yordle allowed her body to easily adapt to the sudden twelve inch invader. She wasn’t without discomfort, however, as Garen held her hips tightly and grunted as he roughly thrust against her. The keeper of the hammer gasped and groaned as she struggled to keep air in her lungs each time Garen sheathed himself with her body. As she felt Garen’s still heavy balls slap wetly against her pussy, she glanced down and moaned softly as she could make out Garen’s cock as it stretched her stomach.

The discomfort soon passed as Poppy became used to Garen’s hard, bestial thrusting. Thick ropes of drool hung from and flew from Poppy’s mouth, and her eyes welled up and tears streamed down her face as Poppy’s mind was filled with lust. Her loud moans mixed with Garen’s grunting and his own moaning as the Might of Demacia continued to grip Poppy’s hips and repeatedly slam her down on his cock. One of the two bunches the yordle kept her hair in had come loose, and Poppy struggled to keep the hair from face as Garen used her as his personal cocksleeve.

Finally, Poppy felt the familiar feeling of Garen’s cock tensing as his body shuddered. A moment later and she gasped and moaned loudly as she felt Garen’s twelve inch length pulse inside her and flood her belly with hot cum. She continued to moan softly and grunted occasionally as she watched her stomach distend slightly from the amount of cum Garen was pouring into her. Her body shuddered and she looked at Garen with confusion as she felt him pull his still pulsating cock from her. Her confusion passed quickly and she gasped in surprise as the last few strands of Garen’s cum splattered against her face and matted into her hair.

His breathing heavy, Garen flopped backwards onto his bed as his cock slowly deflated. He glanced at Poppy and smiled, though he was unable to find any words. Poppy rolled her eyes as she hopped off his bed and began to collect her clothing.

“That wasn’t quite the experience I’d imagined,” she smirked as she dressed quickly. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to it again sometime.”

Garen attempted to sit up and apologize, and perhaps ask for a moment to recover. He wasn’t given the chance as Poppy quickly ducked out the door. He sighed heavily as he flopped back onto his back. Before he had a chance to debate whether he should go after Poppy or not, he heard his door open and felt something black and sticky slap wetly against his flaccid cock.

“Feel free to jack off with those in the meantime,” he heard Poppy tease before the door closed again. “Consider it a thanks for letting me eat your asshole.”

***

“It sounds like you had a great time,” Tristana smirked. “So why’d you come back in such a pissy mood?”

“The cum on my face was easy to clean off quickly,” Poppy grumbled. “But, as I’m sure you can tell, getting it out of your hair isn’t the easiest thing to do on the go. It’s even worse when you like having your hair up.”

“Either way, to be thrown around by Garen and used as a cocksleeve,” Lulu moaned softly as her fingers swiftly danced around her pussy. “Oh, just the thought’s enough to make me cum.”

“Hearing I’ve got Garen’s jock strap is probably enough to do that,” Tristana rolled her eyes.

“Do you?” Lulu and Poppy’s eyes lit up.

“That’s certainly a story I’d want to hear,” Lulu grinned as she continued to tease her pussy.

“No, I’m joking,” Tristana stammered. “I really don’t have any stories to tell, unless you’re really wanting to hear about Soraka’s gloryhole...”

“Not especially,” Lulu rolled her eyes before she grinned wickedly at Tristana. “Tell you what, I’ll let you get away without telling a story if…”

“If?” Tristana raised her eyebrow quizzically.

Lulu giggled as she withdrew her hand from her pussy and leaned back against the plush, cum stained pillows. She spread her legs wide and motioned for Tristana. The yordle gunner rolled her eyes as she crawled between Lulu’s legs and slowly lapped at her damp pussy.

“And what am I supposed to do? Poppy grumbled.

As if sensing what Lulu was going to suggest, Tristana reached behind her and spread her ass. She moaned loudly into Lulu’s pussy as she felt the keeper of the hammer dive on her and her tongue snake deep inside her butt.

“Now, what should I tell…” Lulu moaned softly as she pondered aloud.

***

Lulu cheered as the enemy team’s Nexus exploded in a burst of bright red energy. As the enemy team teleported away from the fountain, some in shame and others in anger, and her teammates began their own teleportation, Lulu felt someone’s hand come down on her hat. Whoever it was pushed it down as they messed her already wild hair.

“I’ll admit to usually showboating and stealing glory, but I’ve got to say,” Lulu immediately recognized the arrogant tone belonging to Draven. “That was some pretty damn good supporting back there.”

“You’d be surprised how well someone who doesn’t wear a bra can support,” Lulu giggled as she adjusted her hat.

Draven stared at her, momentarily confused, then laughed heartily.

“Can’t say I wasn’t expecting that,” Draven smirked as he wiped a tear from his eye. “Wouldn’t mind seeing the truth to that.”

“Tell you what,” Lulu giggled as she tapped the head of her staff against Draven’s crotch. “We’ve still got an hour before the next match, so how about it?”

“It’ll be a bitch of a clean up job, but if you insist,” Draven smirked as he began undoing his belt.

Lulu grinned as she gently slapped Draven’s hands away. With deft hands, Lulu removed Draven’s belt and yanked his pants down to his ankles. Her eyes lit up as she felt herself becoming somewhat light headed as she deeply inhaled the mixture of sweat and leather wafting from Draven’s cock. She wasted no time in tossing her hat to the side and pulling her dress over her head.

“See? No lies here,” Lulu giggled as she cupped her small breasts before roughly grasping Draven’s flaccid cock.

“Didn’t mention anything about no panties though,” Draven moaned loudly as his cock quickly began to harden under Lulu’s expert touch.

“They just get in the way,” Lulu giggled as she stroked Draven to a full, beastly thick twelve inches.

Her eyes glittered and her mouth watered as she stared at the spongy head. Draven’s length was nothing new to her, but she licked her lips and attempted to swallow as much of her saliva as she could while she contemplated how to approach his inch and a half thickness. Lulu took a deep breath and dove down on Draven’s cock, groaning softly as it stretched her jaw near to its limits.

“You can do better than that,” Draven moaned softly as he gently thrust his hips.

Lulu glanced up at him and grinned as she slowly took more of his length into her mouth. As she swallowed inch after inch of the throbbing cock, she groaned and gagged loudly as it visibly stretched her throat. Each time she gagged and her throat attempted to force Draven’s cock away, she heard the Glorious Executioner moan and shudder slightly. Finally, Lulu shuddered as she felt Draven’s balls press against her chin. She slowly breathed through her nose as she allowed her body to accept that it had just swallowed such a massive cock and adjust to it.

Once she had felt it had, Lulu moaned loudly around the thick cock as she slowly pulled away from it. The head popped wetly from Lulu’s mouth and the shaft glistened with Lulu’s spit and drool.

“How’s that?” Lulu panted softly as she swiftly stroked the throbbing tool.

“Can’t say I’m not impressed,” Draven smirked as he patted Lulu’s head. “Now how about finishing the job?”

“Oh no, but what about my hair?” Lulu giggled as she dove back down on Draven’s cock.

She moaned loudly as deep throating the beast was easier the second time around. She gagged and gurgled around the shaft as she bobbed her head up and down the thick length, every so often sticking her tongue out to gently lick and roll Draven’s balls around. Her head swam with lust and she could feel her wetness slowly dripping down her legs as she expertly sucked at Draven’s cock. Lulu grinned and moaned loudly as she felt him shudder and doubled her efforts. Her hair fluttered about widely as she swiftly bobbed her head, loudly moaning and slurping against the thick length.

It ended up being too much for Draven, and he groaned softly as he managed to pull Lulu off his cock before his cock throbbed and pulsed. Lulu giggled and opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out as far as it could, as thick strands of cum splashed and splattered against her face. Very little landed in her hair, though Lulu would make a point to comb it through once Draven’s orgasm had subsided, but she moaned softly as she felt the hot, gooey liquid splash against and drip down her face. As Draven’s orgasm neared completion, he aimed his cock at Lulu’s mouth and the fae sorcercess’s eyes lit up as she eagerly drank his cum. She moaned loudly as Draven slowly stroked the last few drops out onto her tongue before loudly swallowing the thick cream.

“You’d better hope you have more like that in you,” Lulu grinned as she turned her back to Draven and leaned against the stairs of the enemy team’s now deactivated fountain.

“That depends on if you can meet one of my needs,” Draven smirked as he roughly gripped Lulu’s plump ass and spread her cheeks wide. He moaned softly and licked his lips as he hungrily stared at her stretched, sunken asshole.

“In my ass?” Lulu giggled. “How’d you know I loved anal?”

“Oh, it’s not just anal,” Draven smirked as he slowly rubbed his hard cock between Lulu’s soft ass cheeks. “It’s got to be a nice, big ass too.”

Lulu grinned and giggled as she knew what Draven had in mind. She shooed him away and moaned softly as her ass began to sparkle and glitter before slowly inflating.

“Keep going,” Draven smirked as he slowly stroked himself, unhappy with Lulu’s ass having only gained an inch or two in size.

“Just say when,” Lulu giggled as her ass continued to grow.

As her ass expanded, Lulu wobbled and struggled to maintain her balance. When Draven had finally told her to stop, her eyes widened and she reached back to rub herself as she marvelled at how big Draven had gotten her. Her ass was tremendous on her small yordle body, easily looking like someone had stuffed her with two basketballs. She giggled and moaned softly as she bounced her ass several times, each time her cheeks would jiggle and clap together loudly.

“I could get used to this,” she moaned as she leaned forward on the stairs again. “So, how about it?”

Draven smirked as he slid his cock between Lulu’s giant ass cheeks. He moaned loudly as the soft, pillow flesh squeezed his cock as he began to slowly saw back and forth. Beneath him, Lulu moaned softly and shook her ass for the Glorious Executioner while she reached between her legs and easily shoved three fingers into her dripping pussy.

“Don’t just hotdog it,” Lulu moaned softly as her fingers pistoned away at her pussy.

She moaned loudly as Draven spread his ass cheeks wide again, his fingers easily sinking into her soft flesh as he positioned the head of his cock against her asshole. She gasped and groaned loudly as she felt Draven slowly push his entire length deep into her bowels and her body shook and her pussy gushed as an orgasm rocked through her. She continued to moan and grunt softly as she felt her insides stretch to accommodate Draven’s thick cock and panted heavily once she’d felt his balls finally touched against her sopping pussy.

Lulu shuddered and whimpered as she felt Draven slowly begin to withdraw himself. Before she had a chance to beg for his cock, she gasped loudly as Draven slammed forward. She felt the air leave her lungs as Draven’s cock smashed against the deepest parts of her asshole and his balls slap wetly against her pussy and fingers. Lulu groaned softly and moaned as she struggled to retain air as Draven continuously rammed against her asshole.

Her eyes were threatening to roll back into her head due to oxygen deprivation and pleasure, though she remained conscious enough to continue to rub and finger her pussy. The inside of her legs were a sticky, glittering mess as Lulu was able to slide a fourth finger inside her gushing pussy and was making progress on fitting her entire fist inside her. Behind her, Draven moaned and grunted as he relentlessly pounded her ass. The thick, soft flesh rippled and jiggled each time Draven’s hips collided with them and Lulu shuddered each time her ears were filled with the loud sound of flesh clapping against flesh.

Draven groaned softly as his fingers gripped deeper into Lulu’s thick ass. He shuddered slightly, and Lulu moaned as she felt his cock tense inside her. A moment later, her eyes went wide and drool cascaded from her mouth as she felt the Glorious Executioner quickly begin to flood her bowels with hot, thick cum. She shuddered and shook her against him as she felt his cum pour into her, and she groaned softly as she felt her stomach slowly swell from the amount he was dumping into her. Though she whimpered softly as she felt Draven pull his still erupting cock from her stretched bowels, she giggled and moaned softly as she felt the thick, frothy liquid splatter against her back and soak into her wild purple mane.

Her breath was ragged and she moaned softly as she felt Draven rub his softening cock against her tremendous ass cheeks, slowly smearing the last few strands of cum across it before pulling away from the yordle. She glanced over her shoulder and pouted as she saw he’d already dressed and was adjusting his belt.

“You can’t be done after that,” Lulu pouted as she bounced her ass for him.

“I’m not the kind that sticks around to cuddle,” Draven smirked as he smacked her ass hard. “Besides, you’re the one who needs to get cleaned up.”

Lulu continued to pout as she stood. Her legs were weak and shaky, though Draven managed to catch her and prop her up while avoiding the cum soaked sections of her hair. Her large ass didn’t help her balance, though Lulu contemplated ending her spell as she was greatly enjoying the size of it.

“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed. “Next victory then?”

“Don’t wait up,” Draven smirked as he was enveloped in the blue light of his recall spell.

***

Lulu moaned loudly as her cum splattered against Tristana’s face. The yordle gunner coughed and sputtered as she attempted to spit out the sweet tasting liquid.

“A little warning next time!” she grumbled as she wiped her face on the pillow.

“Sorry,” Lulu giggled as she bathed in the afterglow of her orgasm. “I always cum like that when I remember that story.”

“I bet,” Tristana grumbled. “To think Draven had a thing for huge asses…”

“Huge tits too,” Lulu purred. “Why do you think him and Sona are such a thing?”

“You didn’t know?” Poppy giggled as she looked at Tristana’s wide eyed expression. “They’ve been a thing since even before she made it big as a DJ.”

“I hadn’t even noticed…” Tristana murmured.

She sighed deeply and pulled herself from between Lulu’s legs, flopping softly onto her back beside the fae sorceress. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced between Lulu and Poppy.

“Any ways girls, not that this wasn’t fun, but I really need to shower...and these sheets need to get cleaned. So unless you two are planning to help out,” she grumbled.

“You’re kicking us out?” Lulu gasped in mock surprise before giggling. “I suppose we have been here a while…”

“And you’ve probably got another rendezvous later,” Poppy teased as she hopped off the bed and began to gather her clothes.

“That’s not it at all!” Tristana yelled as Poppy and Lulu left her bedroom giggling.

She grumbled and fumed until she heard her door close, then sighed heavily. Her bed smelled of sex and cum, and her hair was sticky and matted and stuck out in every direction. She hopped from her bed and walked towards her shower, stopping short to kneel down and dig through her pants. Pulling the still damp neon pink thong from them, she stared at it quizzically.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst to hit up Rubble,” she mumbled. “I guess I’ll see how well he impresses me in our next game together?”

Tristana shuddered and dropped her thong, her face twisting in revulsion and she felt her stomach churn.

“As if,” she gagged.
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