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Ambessa sits on her desk, going over multiple documents that lie on the dark mahogany wood. She sighs, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs further. As she runs a hand through her loose hair, hoping to ease some tension away, a rub against her thigh snaps her attention below.
Vi is kneeling between her legs, looking up at her with the biggest bedroom eyes. Her pink hair is tied in a low ponytail, short strands adorning her high cheekbones and pointed jaw. Fingers trailing up Ambessa’s legs, teasing her inner thigh, rubbing the seam of her pants, purposely rubbing it against her clitoris. The Zaunite bites her lip as she continues to stare up at her captor, light blue eyes morphing to a dark navy.
“Well, well, well, what do I have here?” Ambessa says, her free hand reaching down to caress Vi’s cheek, a smirk on her lips as the younger rubs against her palm, like a needy cat. “Little kitten needs some attention?” The Noxian teases, running her thumb over Vi’s lip, pushing the tip inside. Vi eagerly nods, sucking the finger further into her mouth.
“I want you, please.” Vi begs, moaning as she sucks another finger into her mouth, hips bucking into nothing. Ambessa chuckles, watching the desperate girl rut against air, aching for friction.
“As soon as I’m done here, I’ll play with you.”
“No, please…” Vi undoes the buttons of the ruler’s pants, licking the visible skin of the Medarda’s navel. “I want you, I want to taste you.” The Zaunite lowers the waistband of the red underwear, nibbling the skin.
“Such a good kitten, begging for her owner.” Ambessa lifts her hips in the slightest, allowing Vi to pull her pants and underwear down to her knees. The younger whines, pressing her nose to the Noxian’s wet folds, inhaling the musky smell that was so characteristic of Ambessa.
“Please, master… use me.” Vi pleads, lapping the slick with little flicks of her tongue. Then, she licks up from the edge of the wet labia to the swollen clit, sucking the reddened bud like a pacifier.
“I will kitten. I cannot refuse such an offer.” Ambessa grabs Vi’s head and grinds herself onto her face, her free hand returning to the scattered pages.
Vi’s hands grip the wide hips, fingers desperately anchoring to the sculpted skin. She sticks her tongue out and trails it against the cunt that’s rubbing all over her face. Slick coats her chin, drool running down her throat. She can’t help but moan, legs spread out, hips searching for friction.
Vi frowns when all she receives from Ambessa is a pat on the head, taking offense to the rather dismissive motion. She doubles her efforts, thrusting her tongue into the warm cunt as her fingers crawl up Ambessa’s torso. Creamy white fingers slip under the soft shirt, long nails tracing the oversensitive nipples.
Ambessa moans, the hand on Vi’s head gripping the pink hair tightly, burying the Zaunite’s face deeper into her womanhood. She rocks her hips in tandem with Vi’s tongue, smirking as the younger whines at the contact.
“Hmm, darling.” Ambessa moans, chasing her own orgasm. After gushing her slick all over the alabaster skin, Ambessa pats the messy pink strands, almost condescendingly.
Vi whines, lapping up the cum on the thick thighs, desperately cleaning the glistening skin. She gropes Ambessa’s breasts hard, wanting to draw the Noxian’s attention from the paper she’s reading. The older ignores this, her hand moving to rest on the armrest.
The Zaunite arches her back in a deep bow, plump ass on full display. Her powder blue eyes are set in Ambessa’s calm face, tongue still working in overdrive on the cunt in front of her. Hands scratch down the toned navel, red, angry lines adorning the skin. Small droplets of blood emerge from the ruptured skin. Vi unlatches from the slick pussy to lick up the blood, moaning as the metallic taste floods her tongue.
Ambessa simply hums, leaning her chin on her free hand, nibbling on her fingers. Tears slip from the blue eyes below her, wetting her navel. Vi whimpers, sucking hickies on her way back to Ambessa’s warmth, desperately flicking the soaked clitoris. In reward, a small stream of liquid splashes her chin.
With a gasp and newfound confidence, Violet kneels further. One hand grasps Ambessa’s hip, the other hovering over her womb, index finger slowly rubbing the swollen bud. Her tongue thrusts back into her channel, pupils blown.
“Fuck, I’m gonna shower you, kitten, so open wide.” Ambessa growls, spreading her legs to accommodate more of Vi’s mouth on her pussy. Vi eagerly nods, orbs glossing over with pure excitement.
A large hand returns to grip the pink locks as the younger’s mouth widens in awe. Ambessa smirks as she locks eyes with Vi, gazes burning into each other as she releases the pressure on her bladder. At first, a trickle grazes Vi’s mouth, a steady stream following.
Small hands with bruised knuckles grip both hips. Groans erupt from the tattooed girl as her throat bobs with every swallow. Vi earnestly chugs the hot, sour piss, the minimum amount of drops going down her chin.
Ambessa moans when she’s done relieving herself, slumping back into the chair. Vi pants for air, a wide smile on her wet cheeks. She purrs when Ambessa pats her hair, leaving nibbles on the strong, bulky thigh her head leans on.
“Thank you, master.” Vi breathes softly, arms hugging Ambessa’s leg. The Noxian giggles, ruffling the messy hair.
“Come here, doll.” Vi is hoisted up into the ruler’s lap, scar-lined arms strong around her waist. Ambessa bites her neck, deepening a bruise that was beginning to heal. Violet lets out a laugh, hands cupping the older’s face as she kisses the Noxian.
Ambessa’s eyes widen at the gentle gesture, definitely not expecting it from the girl on her lap. Vi leans back and runs her thumbs over the defined cheekbones, tracing the scars on her face. A dumb smile adorns Vi’s face, and Ambessa cannot resist smiling as well, admiring the beautiful eyes that have become her little piece of heaven.
Violet curls onto Ambessa’s chest, cheek pressed against her clothed breasts, exhaling deeply as the warmth from the older woman’s body seeps into hers. Ambessa chuckles, kissing the top of the pink hair as she hugs the Zaunite closer, letting the younger sleep on her lap until she’s done with the documents on her desk.