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The night was quiet as Mel sat on the balcony.
A placid sort of nothingness to the air, the scent of wildflowers dancing on the wind.
She loved nights like these. Sublime, steady. Nothing to worry over and nothing to distract.
Piltover was as steady as it could be. Her projects with Jacye were all rapidly advancing towards the first implementation of Hextech. Given the city’s tenuous relationship, Zaun was relatively stable, or as much as it could be.
And, if Mel were right, another little factor in her ongoing happiness was rapidly sneaking up on her.
She sighed and turned towards the stars, enjoying it a moment more before turning back towards her bedroom. Lights all low, disrobing the vestments of her office and setting them away. There was no sense in making her informant wait after she’d arrived. Not now that Mel could hear the door at the far end of the hall shutting and the steady click of claws on the hardwood.
A smile graced Mel’s face as she turned to sit at the edge of her bed, ankles crossed together as she leaned back on her palms. She’d been left in anticipation all week. Had shored up her request for information that only one person could provide, even though she knew Lest likely understood her real intention.
Oh, she did, Mel decided. Knew that Lest had known when she entered casually dressed down from her usual attire.
Tall, lithe gracefulness that softened edges and highlighted curves. Pyramidal ears swivelling side to side amid a nest of long, curly hair. Her nose twitching, eyes sharp. No shawl, no headdress or jewellery. Just a wrap of grey linens to protect the modesty of her chest, a skirt that hung lopsided from one hip, the bottom of it cut unevenly.
Uniform, demure. So stripped down from Lest’s typical attire that Mel knew it was chosen as a sensual change of pace. Just sharp claws and an eager smile.
“You’re more transparent than the wind,” Lest husked, the door shutting behind her with a sharp click.
The giggle that crawled its way from Mel’s throat was full, refusing to be stopped. So she leaned into it instead. Fell backwards to the sheets and turned slightly to her side to keep an eye on Lest.
“I won’t admit to anything. My state of undress could have been an accident.”
Lest rolled her eyes before revealing a grin of sharp teeth, an appraising look as she came forward to settle beside Mel.
“Didn’t say you needed to own up to it, just that whatever nonsense you sent me after doesn’t exist. Curious, I should think. I simply assumed that if you were led so astray as to believe in imaginary people, well, I should come by to set you right.”
“Oh,” Mel turned away to lay flat on her back, “I could certainly use some setting right.”
Instead of replying, Lest moved forward and leaned in. Inspected her claws, tail languid, waiting in a way that left Mel squirming.
“Is that so, little Councillor?”
“Yes,” Mel twisted herself to lay on her stomach, to press her side against Lest’s hip. Her fingers clenched the sheets, her hips raised up; a quick glance revealed Lest looking down at her from the corner of her eye.
Mel wasn’t impatient. Not yet.
Soon though-
“Lest,” she whined, voice plaintive and lilting.
“Yes, little Councillor?”
Mel couldn’t get the words out. She wriggled closer to Lest, letting out a happy note when the woman reached over to run a claw down her spine. Lest circled at each vertebra, letting her claw catch on rich skin, and the sharp prick sent Mel’s heart up a few beats.
They remained like that for a few minutes more. Lest dutifully continuing to run scratches down Mel’s skin, desire left unvoiced. The space between Mel’s thighs felt damp already, the flesh there swollen, her clit engorged to a near painfulness.
When the lack of continuing momentum grew too large, impatience beginning to win out, Mel opened her legs. Spread herself, buttressed to her right by Lest’s hp, the other leg twisted out until she could feel cool air against her slit.
“Such an impatient Councillor. Always so very needy, even when she’s waited on hand and foot.”
Lest’s palm was a greedy instrument. Disengaged from scratching an imprint into Mel’s back, suddenly flat against her folds. Holding her steady. Palm curved against her, the pad of a finger against Mel’s clit.
Lest rose from the bed but maintained an awkward bend. Hand positioned where it was, the other free to pull up her skirt. She settled again and straddled the leg nearest her. Mel could feel the woman’s stiffness against the back of her thigh and moaned from just the heat of it pressed there.
Lest was as stoic as she ever was. Mel could smell them, herself, and knew Lest could taste her wanton need in the air. She arched back, tensed her leg. Tried to move and rub for friction but was stymied with every motion. There wasn’t any moving Lest. The woman just rode her through the motion, doggedly determined to keep Mel in suspense.
“Come now, Councillor. Use your words for me.”
Mel thought about being petulant, a brat.
Desire won out instead.
“Please,” she whined out.
Not enough, it seemed.
Lest tutted, shifted down, arched into the meat of Mel’s leg and ground herself with steady pressure. Forward, back, a slow shuffle while she remained unmovable from Mel’s core.
“If your play is to be an impatient little kitten, well, I assure you I’ve patience in abundance. Come now, Councillor. Where do you need me?”
“Inside. Fingers, cock, I don’t give a damn, just please, Lest,” Mel ground out, her breath growing shallow in need.
Once more Lest replied with motion instead of words. Her fingers reshuffled, the middle pressed tight to Mel’s clit and beginning an undulating motion. Striking down, gathering wetness, back up to swirl and tease. She rubbed Mel there before reaching down again to tease her entrance with sharp claws and slid her way back up with slow intent. Her grinding motion on Mel’s leg increased, slipping side to side as she bore down with all her weight.
It felt heavenly. Being used to further Lest’s pleasure, to be toyed with. An implement to satisfaction, not Mel, not Councillor, just a being of divine intent.
Her own motion was allowed now, her body rising back and forth against Lest’s hand, the slick spreading down between them as she began to pant.
It wouldn’t be enough to get either of them off, and Mel knew it. She let herself enjoy it, luxuriated in it, the sensations behind her navel rising but not unleashed. Just a being of motion and intent, the sound of their panting breath commingling until they were one. She mewled when Lest’s tail wrapped around her ankle, gasped when Lest’s claws stroked and spread her.
Lest may have been the one to boast of patient near infinite, but Mel knew the truth. Of the two of them, Lest would be first to break, all yowls, gnashing teeth, and a furious sort of desire.
So she waited.
Moving against Lest, flexing her thigh, letting herself ride and be ridden. Mouth open, eyes shut.
Then, the breaking point.
Lest jerked, released a feral snarl and pulled back, stretching herself out as she removed her undergarments. The skirt was left to pool on the floor, the wrappings on her chest discarded. Mel squirmed on the bed now that she was free, could feel how soaking wet the cloth beneath her was.
She shivered in anticipation. Sweat beading down her cheek, fingers clenched so tight in the bedspread that it hurt.
Finally.
She mewled her need, cooperated when Lest finally returned to lay hands upon her hips. Pulled back, pulled up, left on her knees with her back arched and panting, quivering. Her hair fell down to block whatever faint light remained, her only focus on being ready.
Lest moved to lean over her completely, flexible as she contorted herself to slot neatly against Mel. One hand reached down to roughly palm Mel’s breast, the fingers pinching and twisting in a dance of pain and pleasure. The other came over Mel’s hip, teased against the soft skin below her navel before going further to find her clit.
Mel felt more than heard the soft rumbling of the woman atop her. Mimicked her own lust in a hushed tone. Waiting, needy, wet and slick as Lest’s cock pressed up against her.
The woman was back to denying her own impatience, teasing Mel with every breath. The length laid flat, sliding back and forth with no effort made to penetrate. Just the slickness of driving forward, the faint catch and scrape of spines against Mel’s skin.
Mel shuddered, the motion dampened beneath Lest. Her blood was boiling now and sweat burned against her eyes.
Then the plunge.
Lest reared back without even bothering to aim. Just surety, pressing forward as the tapered cock speared Mel’s folds. Spreading her, spines catching as she pulled out from the thrust. Forward once more and fully committed, hilting herself without giving Mel a chance to brace or breathe.
She was full up, stretched to the point of burning and pushed forward with the motion. Lest liked whatever sound came out of her throat, leaning over to bite the space between Mel’s shoulder and neck, clamping down until her fangs drew blood.
She was bottomed out and Lest seemed content to rick side to side, writhing inside of her as the spines caught and tugged. Withdrawing, reentering, slapping their bodies together as though they were one. Again, harsher still, angling as she did so and fingers playing a furious rhythm on Mel’s clit. The hand on her breast withdrew, rising up to Mel’s neck and clamping down with a firm grip.
Tightened, tightening, the ends of Lest’s claws digging into her throat as she was used. Sparks and stars blossomed into existence behind Mel’s eyes, the pressure abating so she could draw breath.
She screamed Lest’s name, clenched her walls, leaned back and arched.
Over, again at the edge of blacking out and brought back at the last second. Filled up, scraped raw, Lest withdrawing like it pained her, like the only place she wanted to be was inside.
It might’ve only been a few minutes, but they eventually reached the tipping point.
The motion of Lest’s hips grew erratic, her thrusts shortening. The hold she had on Mel’s neck loosened, fell away. Hissing with effort, stuttering, Mel’s whole world focused down on the sensation between her legs and mind a cloud of luscious fog.
A brightness radiated from Mel’s core; spreading across her nerves and blood vessels until she was one tingling mass. Air rushed from her lungs, and Mel knew her cheeks were flushed, her breath staccato, and her high exploding before the low slope back down on waves of aftershocks.
It was a second or two more before Lest joined her in completion. She gasped out something kittenish, air sucked back into her lungs and every muscle stiffening. The member buried inside Mel erupted with warmth, the spillage seeping between them and dripping to the bed. Clenching and milking, both of them a warm and panting mess.
Mel lowered herself and groaned in satisfaction, waiting for her lover to come back to herself. She slid forward on the bed, wriggled her hips, felt Lest jerking slightly as they separated.
Mel turned over and peered up at Lest’s pupils blown all wide, a thin ring of amber at their edges. She panted again, sucked back air, on her back now and comfortably wet.
She raised her hips and arched a brow.
She didn’t need to speak her request. Lest looked at her like the only stream in a desert, bent herself nearly in half to reach Mel’s cunt. Her tongue, broad and flat, rough and textured, began to dutifully clean the mess they’d made. Each lick was given with thought and attention, punctuated by a kiss as Lest savoured the taste.
Eyes soft, looking up through long lashes to see how Mel responded.
She did the only thing she could.
Happiness, open adoration and strong desire. To have the whole of Lest bent to serve her was intoxicating.
Cleaned by the one who’d ruined her, their bodies sated as Lest finished. The woman prowled forward when she judged the job done well enough, laid atop Mel’s chest before blanketing her in kisses.
Mel could taste herself on Lest’s lips, could taste the salt of Lest’s release. A heavenly mixture, the two of them combined into something wholly unique.
They lay there quietly together, the silence only interrupted by the near-constant rumble of Lest’s purrs. Breath after breath, minute after minute, content until they’d thoroughly cooled off.
Mel’s skin was raw in places, neck aching, and she knew she’d be a raw mess between her legs for a day or two. But she was comfortable.
Secure.
She pushed and prodded until Lest was active, rolling over one another until they were free of the bed. Hand in hand, pulling Lest up and dragging them both to the master bathroom.
Her tub wasn’t something magnificent by any standard, but it was large and certainly enough for the two of them. It filled quickly with steaming water, oils poured in until it smelled of roses.
Mel allowed Lest to guide her into the tub. Holding to one another’s hands, released so she could lean back against the wall and look up at the beauty of her paramour.
“I know the joke is that cats don’t like to get wet, but you’re not sleeping in my bed like that.”
Lest cocked an eyebrow, tried to pull a fierce grimace. It only made Mel giggle again. The woman shook her head and took the teasing with feigned wrath before succumbing a second later. The water lapped at them as Mel moved over, giving generous space as Lest dropped herself in.
“I wasn’t the one mewling like a kitten,” Lest said, her body dropping in the water until she was only visible above her chin.
Mel laughed at that and leaned over the edge to grab bottles and scents that she knew Lest preferred.
They allowed themselves the delicacy of slow intent. Taking time to clean one another, making simple touches and loving caresses.
Climbing back out was another exercise in teasing; Mel exited first, ensured she was bent over and on display as she did so. Lest’s mouth hung open slightly, pupils re-expanding before she regained control.
Steaming skin and fur. Lest rose and nearly automatically began to shake, water spattering all over the room as Mel attacked her with warm towels. They shared kisses, the press of their bodies, working until they were dry, or just enough, drunk from the fading endorphins and sleep calling them both.
The bedspread and sheets were a disaster. Ruined, soaked, and so Mel pulled them to a linen closet. Dragged out fresh bedding and led them to an oversized chaise lounge instead. They cuddled together, settled in with limbs entwined. Lest yawned, tongue curling and face turning to be buried in Mel’s neck.
“The next time you want to invite me over, Councillor, you can just ask.”
Mel smiled and tutted. Pulled the blankets closer around them before closing her eyes.
Next time, Mel decided, she would.