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Ashe was hardly a stranger to burning the midnight oil, often in quite a more literal sense whenever she was back home and away from the conveniently installed Piltovan lamps all across the institute. Rare, however, for her to have a moment tonight to herself to spend it reading a trashy novel—one that Sarah had left on her nightstand for laughs, and the only thing she could reasonably reach without moving too much. Rarer still was the quiet click of her window lock turning to make this strange night all the more stranger.
Ever since the very unfortunately (or rather fortunately, depending on how one considered the situation) timed scheduling error that resulted in an impromptu ménage à trois, both Katarina and Sarah were made privy to Ashe’s schedules with either of them to prevent said incident from reoccurring. None of them ever brought it up again in conversation, but as things always seemed to between them, things changed without words.
Ashe hadn’t needed to be told to know that they’d begun to see each other as well, neither could she blame them. Of all people, she had first hand experience with how irresistible both of her paramours were. In fact, the very idea of it admittedly made her mildly excited, as the shared night between the three of them had been difficult to remove from her mind. Sarah and Katarina spending nights with each other meant that she might very well have yet another opportunity for the same to happen again. Not that she ever stated such hopes.
Fortunately, though it had taken nearly a year after the first incident, such a circumstance did come about, and surprisingly, it had been Katarina to initiate—skulking in the way she usually did, but this time during one of Sarah’s scheduled nights.
At first Ashe had thought she’d made a mistake with the information she’d given, after all, it was how the first instance had occurred. But her certainty in her own meticulousness, and the way that Katarina had silently watched in hunger as Ashe took Sarah until the latter had beckoned for Katarina to join, reframed the clearly deliberate intrusion. In the subsequent months, it steadily became a semi-regular occurrence whenever all three of them were stationed at the Institute.
Tonight, however, Ashe hadn’t been expecting Katarina. As far as she knew, the Noxian had been away in her home state, a common enough occurrence for most champions of the League. In an instant, she’d placed her book by her side as silently as possible, fingertips tingling with frigid magic as she prepared for a less welcome intrusion. Ready to pluck her bow into existence. Her free hand very gently tugging up her sheets to cover Sarah dozing peacefully, splayed entirely on her very naked front. When Katarina stepped soundless into view, Ashe relaxed, banishing away the magic with a quiet fizzle.
At the sight of Sarah so comfortably entwined with Ashe, Katarina raised her brows in surprise. No doubt even more so for the way Sarah slept so fitlessly. Probably the rarest detail of all for all the oddities happening tonight, as lowering her guard enough to spend the night, let alone doing so without a fair share of night terrors was the most unlikely event.
Katarina’s eyes darted back to the window, very clearly deciding whether or not to leave. Ashe found herself equally torn about not wanting to disturb Sarah, and asking Katarina to stay. The moment passed, not by a decision made by either of them, but by Sarah stirring, likely sensing the energy shifting in the room rather than by sound or movement.
Sarah let out a yawn, then cracked an eye open to regard Katarina, her cheek still pressed firmly to Ashe’s too-warm skin.
“Heya Kitty Kat, fancy seeing you here.”
Katarina didn’t flinch at the nickname in annoyance as she usually did, instead she continued to stare at the two of them. Though she was quite good at keeping most of her emotions off of her face, there was a hint of jealousy Ashe could see flash for barely a moment. For whom, she could only wonder.
“Just got in.” A pause. “Didn’t think you two would be finished so soon, I’ll just go.”
“Ha.” Sarah made to stretch for a moment, and the movement caused herself and Ashe to freeze for a moment before she cuddled in closer, “Just a little break. I really gotta put a max five matches a day limit. You came just in time… that is, if not you’re not too tired from your trip.”
“I did say you have been agreeing to far too many matches lately.” Ashe spoke for the first time, fondly running a cold hand across Sarah’s freckled shoulders.
“Pays well, and helps me get some shut eye once in a while.” Sarah shrugged, then pushed herself up just enough so that her chest was in full display, shifting the sheets just so that it also exposed Ashe. She giggled as Ashe squirmed uncomfortably for more reasons than one. “Though you’ll probably have to just watch or busy yourself first, I’m a bit occupied so to speak.”
Ashe flushed warmly as she watched the realisation slowly dawn on Katarina’s face, green eyes darkening hungrily, a tongue darting out to wet those lips that Ashe so sorely wanted to kiss.
“This whole time?” Katarina’s voice came out hoarse as she ran her gaze over the two entwined before her.
The sheets had slipped down to their waists, but from the shapes drawn out from the draping fabric, it wasn’t difficult to guess what was happening beneath. Sarah was very obviously straddling Ashe’s hips, and while Katarina could not see, Ashe herself was very aware of the strap she had still buried firmly inside Sarah.
“Mm, how long have I been out, dear?” Sarah finally turned that sparkling blue gaze up at Ashe to ask the question, and that in itself caused a subtle flex that produced a little squeak of a whimper.
“No more than an hour.” Ashe answered unshakeably despite the yearning desire to move and continue where they’d left off.
“For the past hour and for plenty of time before that.” Sarah affirmed for Katarina, who finally stepped further out of the shadows to the foot of the bed. “Been warming this strap for a good long time.”
Katarina licked her lips again.
“Show me.”
Sarah only giggled in response, then lifted her hips with a lilting groan. The pull of the harness around Ashe’s hips was nearly as terrible as the press of leather when Sarah sank back down.
“What say you, Warmother?” Sarah smirked up at her with only the slightest hint of breathlessness. Ashe might have punished her for that, but she allowed the quip to slip by. A reward for her coaxing of Katarina through her skittishness.
Gods, her own personal excitement nearly had her at a loss for words. Now that she was certain Katarina wasn’t about to flee—especially not with the way she automatically looked to Ashe for a command—she felt compelled to take the reins back into her own hands.
“Sit.” Surprisingly obediently, Katarina sat at the end of the bed where Ashe had gestured. “Strip.”
Katarina raised a defiant brow.
“Already?”
“I do not recall requesting a mouthing.”
Katarina let out an amused scoff, but no more when Ashe gave her a stern cold look.
“All the way?” Though her eyes remained defiant, Katarina’s tone softened into a complacency that had been hard won over their many visits.
“All the way.” Without breaking eye contact, Katarina’s hand drifted to the clasp across her chest securing her armour pieces. The harness dropped away in a softened clatter as Katarina lowered that to the floor. Pleased, Ashe smiled. “I am, however, feeling generous tonight. You may set your pace, and you may touch yourself if you like.”
There was a hesitation, just short of imperceptible.
“You have a question. Ask it.”
“Only myself? And…” Katarina stared, clearly hoping to convey her question without needing to voice it. A silent plea that Ashe only met with cold neutrality. The stare-off really only lasted a few seconds, but she knew to Katarina it must have felt like an eternity until she finally let out a shaky breath. “Can I come?”
Ashe wouldn’t exactly call what they had going on, trust. It certainly wasn’t nothing, however. They’d fought to break each other into obedience and despite Ashe knowing her own personal preference, she was still surprised to have Katarina eventually concede more often than she did. There were exceptions, as they met up enough for the both of them to want to change things up on occasion. The first time they had Sarah join them too, Ashe let Katarina get away with saving face in front of the other woman. Now, however, her blood buzzed ecstatically at the control she now so easily exerted. Tonight was no exception.
“Only yourself.” Ashe confirmed coolly, “And only just short of completion… unless I say otherwise.”
Katarina’s lip curled, but she remained mostly obedient. Instead she channeled her energy into a smouldering glare as she slowly shrugged off her leather jacket.
She might’ve reprimanded Katarina for the lack of vocal affirmation, but was distracted when Sarah turned her head to look over her shoulder. Ashe stopped that with a cupped hand to the chin to turn the attention back onto herself. She punctuated the movement with a mean little stroke of her hips upward that left Sarah gasping.
“Ah ah, eyes up here, Captain.”
It took Sarah a moment to gather herself back into sharp focus out of her momentary daze.
“Did you enjoy my nap?” Sarah, beautifully evil Sarah, ground down with a chuckle. Ashe slipped her hands beneath the sheets to slide her touch up shapely thighs, guiding the movement. “Did you like filling me up while I slept?”
Gods how wretched of a question. Judging from the way Katarina’s eyes widened, she seemed inclined to agree. Momentarily frozen in her undressing, before remembering what she was commanded to do with the subtle narrowing of Ashe’s eyes. Though she’d made quick work of her top, she was agonisingly slow in peeling the leathers of her trousers down, never breaking her gaze for even a second.
“Truthfully, I am more glad that you were able to get some much needed rest.”
“Pft, you’ve got a plastic cock in me, primed to have your way with defenseless ol’ me and now you’re busting out the chivalry?” Sarah teased, giving Ashe’s nipple a quick tweak. Ashe rolled her eyes at that. “You know you could’ve taken me all you liked anyway… I trust you.”
Ashe ripped her attention that had been split between two of the most beautiful women at the institute, and fully trained it on Sarah. A ruddy blush darkening across her face and chest, while her cheek dimpled with that wily grin. Behind it, however, Ashe caught the slightest bit of bashful honesty that Sarah seemed not too concerned with concealing.
The very idea of that suggestion sent an almost shameful amount of excitement through her, and a genuine shiver ran down her spine.
It was just stress relief. That was what she’d agreed with for the both of them. Convenient arrangements. Sometimes, more often than she wanted to admit, when caught up with all the emotional highs that came with sex, those lines blurred just a little. Especially whenever any one of them eased up on their caginess. Herself included.
“Slut.” Katarina called derisively, the comment’s harshness at odds with the way her now naked body nearly glowed with embarrassment from where she observed. Ashe made no attempt to hide the hungry way she raked her eyes down the lean musculature on display. No matter how many times she’d seen every muscle, touched and teased into flexing, she would never get tired of watching that sculpted body at work. A killing machine as beautiful as it was deadly.
“Takes one to know one.” Sarah jeered back, but her gaze still dutifully trained on Ashe. “You better enjoy jerking off to watching me getting fu—Aah!”
“Behave. Both of you.” Ashe intoned warmly. Her fingertips digging into the soft of Sarah’s hips, tugging her into a lazy gyrating grind.
Sarah’s arms shook as she fought to keep herself upright, the sheets still clinging at her waist in danger of sliding off entirely with every slow roll. Her head dropped forward with the exertion of it, allowing Ashe to press a soft kiss to Sarah’s forehead. That teasing expression broke at last, melting into light neediness moments before she surged forward to kiss Ashe.
Rumours at the institute were plentiful and spread quickly. The esteemed Captain stood at the center of quite a good many of them. Ashe had long since learned to differentiate what might be actually interesting intel from petty slander. A particularly popular one was of course how often Sarah got around, of which Ashe came to find were greatly exaggerated. There was a bit of truth in some of them, as Sarah very quickly had her reputation of being a fantastic kisser affirmed early on in their arrangement.
Even in her need, Sarah kissed her achingly gently. Lips so soft against Ashe’s own, and the slide of tongue teasing lightly between every peck sent electrifying warmth all throughout her.
Too soon did the kiss end, and Sarah pushed herself up to sitting, still grinding down on the strap. Ashe’s hips ached in the desire to just take aggressively, but she let Sarah slowly ride it out. Taking a quick glance to check up on Katarina, Ashe was pleased to see she had slipped a hand between her legs, her other gripping hard into the bedsheets. Eyes trained intently on the view so denied from her. How pretty.
Ashe rolled the blanket down slowly, tantalising in the way she drew out the tease. From the way Sarah repositioned, she could now see everything. The way Sarah took the toy, blushing pink and slick with arousal. Incredible how much there was despite their break. A sight she would never tire of seeing, she was sure.
The groan Katarina hissed out through her teeth when Ashe fully rolled down the sheets to give a clear view of where they were connected told her she thought as much the same.
“Fucking hell, Ashe.”
It pleased her greatly to watch the way Katarina stroked herself now, legs parting to give herself enough room—to show Ashe the way she ran her fingers along her now soaked length.
As a treat—for all involved parties, really—Ashe changed pace. It didn’t take much urging, just a subtle shift in her grip. Sarah was always able to intuit what was being asked of her without words. She and Katarina both, but Sarah in particular was often more openly eager to please. This time was no different as she followed Ashe’s guidance, lifting and dropping herself on her knees in slow, long, deep strokes.
Sarah’s teeth caught her lower lip, digging in hard to suppress the low moaning the strap seemed to elicit from her, hands reaching down to brace herself against Ashe’s abdomen. Her breath pushed through roughly every single time Ashe pulled Sarah’s hips to seat down on the strap. The way her folds parted so easily around the thing had her attention captivated. So open, wet, and willing. Ashe wished she could just run her tongue through it all.
And Katarina too, from where she was watching must have had as equally good a view of the whole thing as Sarah fucked herself down over and over again. If anything, she likely had an even better view considering all the arousal Ashe could feel positively dripping from the two of them onto the now soiled sheets.
No. Ashe decidedly settled that she had the best view of them all. Captain Sarah Fortune, naked and gasping while fucking herself on Ashe’s strap, and Katarina Du Couteau, forearm muscles flexing in exertion as she obediently touched herself. Both of them blushing as red as their own hair, and only for her to see. A very selfish indulgence that Ashe sometimes found herself shamelessly possessive of. Her core burned in excitement anyway, especially when Katarina pushed a finger into herself, matching pace with the two of them.
“Surely you can take one more.” The remark came out surprisingly mild, but there was no disguising the slight loss of breath in her tone from her excitement.
Katarina paused, eyes darting back up to look Ashe in the eye for the first time since the sheet was adjusted, hand between her legs stilling. Sarah still kept her pace, huffing out a laugh mixed in with her laboured breaths.
“I can’t believe you’re not letting me watch.”
“You have your own job to do, and you are doing exceedingly wonderfully at it.” A cruel thought came to mind, and Ashe suddenly pushed Sarah up to a halt, gripping hard on her hips to prevent her from fully taking the strap back in again. A frustrated whine whistled out at being stopped so abruptly. “But if you feel so inclined, you may listen if you like.”
Katarina’s brow furled, and Sarah’s eyebrows shot up at the idea, her eyes shining in the lowlight.
“Oh you are feeling mean tonight.”
“I have not a clue what you mean.” Ashe tilted her head innocently in response, then looked to Katarina again who had yet to move. “Go on. You have taken me plenty, I know you are able.”
The way Katarina glared so indignantly back at her did nothing more than excite her, especially with that cute blush lighting her up. She seemed like she was about to protest for a moment, but then ultimately parted her legs further, and withdrew her finger from herself. Already so incredibly wet with slick.
Still glaring, Katarina lined up a second finger along with the first glistening one at her entrance, tracing along the outside to gather the fresh slip of arousal. Teasing herself, and Ashe too, in a way, who didn’t mind it too terribly.
A shudder lightly shook Katarina’s body as she passed over the hood of her clit a few times before travelling down lower, and sliding two fingers oh so easily into herself.
At the very same time, Ashe did the opposite and slowly pulled Sarah off of the dildo until the very tip still barely broached her entrance.
“Very good. Now make sure Sarah can hear it all.”
Sarah sucked in a sharp breath when she realised what was happening. She couldn’t see Katarina starting to pump her fingers into herself, but she must’ve been able to hear the desperation in the filthy noise of it. Every single pulse accompanied by the wet vulgar noises of Katarina’s dripping wet cunt. She couldn’t see the way Katarina’s jaw dropped as she fucked herself, nor the way she flushed so gorgeously under Ashe’s watch. Meanwhile Katarina’s eyes were still trained on where Ashe held Sarah agonisingly on the tip of her strap. Sarah definitely couldn’t do anything else but squirm in helplessness at being unable to find anything more to get herself off to the sounds of Katarina’s pressing fingers.
“Gods, you’re fucking evil.” Sarah groaned, her voice shaking as she bucked to seek any amount of relief, only managing to tease in circles around her entrance. Unable to get anything more than an inch in. Her need dripped in a steady trickle to make a right mess of the leathers cinched tightly around Ashe’s hips.
“You both sound so beautiful.”
Already propped on the pillows as she was, Ashe was able to lean up a bit, and, with a slight crane of her neck, take a nipple into her mouth with a gentle suck. The shift allowed the tip to slide in just a little bit deeper, but nowhere near where she knew it would be satisfactory.
Still, it was enough to pull a soft ragged cry from Sarah’s throat, dissolving into a shaky gasp of breath as Ashe continued to gently swirl her tongue around the sensitive peak.
Sarah twitched and jolted, desperation rising as Ashe continued to tease. Teeth dragging across sensitive skin, before stopping short of any hard bite. Sudden forceful sucks to the skin that were abruptly stopped before Sarah could chase the sensations for relief.
Ashe eventually ventured as far up as Sarah’s throat, grazing her teeth along the sensitive skin there before painting soft reverent kisses around her jaw. Those in particular left Sarah a whimpering mess, her hips bucking hard, fighting Ashe’s hard grip as she was forced to stay on her knees. It was hard to tell if Sarah was really wetter than she was with the way every single reaction sent pulses of warmth straight down to her core.
The sounds Katarina was making also did not help. She no longer seemed able to hold her voice entirely back, and was now huffing out quiet vocalisations with every rough stroke of her fingers fucking into herself. Unlike Sarah who was lost in a simultaneously over and understimulated daze, Katarina’s stare remained intense. Like she didn’t want to miss a moment of what she was watching.
“Evil. Evil. Evil.” Sarah panted as she was denied over and over again. “Please, I need it inside me again. Put it back in, Ashe.”
“Hmm…” Ashe hummed into the soft of Sarah’s throat, then nipped at it lightly before soothing the spot with her tongue. She lifted her hips ever so slightly, for just a second, giving Sarah a taste of what she was begging for before ripping it away. Her whine was exquisite. “I am considering it.”
“Oh gods, I need it… please…”
Ashe didn’t give her an answer, instead she traced a hand around to give Sarah’s behind a generous squeeze before tracing that gorgeous curve downward. Being so familiar with Sarah’s body, her fingers easily found what she was seeking, the source from which all the wet, warm slick so generously streamed.
Her fingers slid through soft folds with ease, teasing the swollen flesh where it and the toy met. She could feel Sarah’s knees trembling hard when her fingers traced that junction, made worse when Ashe sucked hard through her teeth at a tender spot on Sarah’s neck. Again, and again, until Sarah moaned her voice ragged, and she seemed at the brink of no longer being able to hold herself up.
With two fingers, she spread Sarah, opening her up in a way she knew Katarina would be able to see everything down to the way Sarah was now clenching around the head of the toy.
“Is the view quite pleasant from over there?”
Sarah whined aloud again, knowing how much of her Katarina was seeing.
Honestly, Ashe deeply wished it was something she could see. She absolutely loved watching the way any of her partners took her. Parting for her with welcoming need. Though, she settled quite nicely on being able to watch the way Katarina’s fingers sank into herself. The way her folds rippled around her fingers was as equally lovely a sight.
“Ye—” Katarina had to interrupt herself to clear the heavy hoarseness from throat before trying again. “Yes.”
“What do you think? Does she deserve to be rewarded?”
“Oh gods, Kat please. Just tell her I do.” Sarah groaned through her teeth.
A grin spread on Katarina’s face.
“I don’t know, she’s been kinda bratty to me lately.”
“Fuck. Katarina I swear—AH.” Ashe soothed the fresh bite she left on Sarah’s shoulder with her tongue, and then a gentle kiss to follow. “Please, just tell her to fuck me. Please Kat.”
“Still sounds bratty to me.”
“Gods… Katarina…” Sarah’s voice died down to a whining whimper as she shook in Ashe’s hold.
Ashe had to give Katarina credit. She had a cruel streak that was apparent in her day to day activities at the Institute, but it clearly also extended to her private life as well. She didn’t make any vocal indication of approval, but she locked her eyes intently with Ashe, bright greens shining in mischief as she lifted her chin in affirmation.
Sarah couldn’t even get out a proper moan when Ashe, fingers still holding Sarah open, suddenly rocked her hips upward to bury the strap right up to its hilt.
In an instant, Sarah collapsed onto her front when her arms gave out. Her loud moan muffled as her face pressed right up against Ashe’s collarbone, drooling against her over warm skin. Ashe chuckled and leaned back down into the pillows to put Sarah in a more comfortable position. Despite her sudden loss of strength, she still dutifully kept her hips up, making it easy for Ashe to slide out again as far as the strap would go before plunging it back in.
“Mmmnnhh!” The moan was so filthy, firing up all of Ashe’s senses. It took absolutely every bit of her restraint to not roughly set right into an aggressive pace. Idly, she wondered if this was how a man might feel. She canted her hips, fucking slow and deep.
Over the wild mess of Sarah’s hair, Ashe caught Katarina’s eye. The other woman was almost lost in delirium herself. Gasping aloud as she fucked herself harder, now thumbing over her clit with every pass. Ashe practically preened when she noted Katarina was clearly matching her pace.
“Envious?”
“No.” Katarina lied. Well. Ashe was certain it was a lie. Between the three of them, Katarina had the hardest time concealing her emotions.
“Worry not, you will have your turn if you continue to behave as well as you are.” The glare Katarina turned on her was as full of lust as it was of ire. The goosebumps rising on the back of her neck told her how much she liked that look. “You can give Sarah a hand in the meantime.”
Katarina didn’t need to be asked twice. She pulled her hand free to prowl forward before she pounced. Though her head descended out of sight, it became very clear what she was up to when Ashe felt a warm tongue lap against her fingers where she was holding Sarah open.
“Goddsss…” Sarah’s face was still hiding against Ashe’s chest when she shuddered, arching her back. Her hands sliding under Ashe’s arms so as to grab at her shoulders from beneath her. Her nails bit hard into the muscles there, certain to leave marks.
But it was when Katarina outright moaned into Sarah’s cunt that Ashe had the hardest time keeping herself together. With great effort, her fingers left Sarah’s core, and she brought both hands around to cup Sarah by her inner thighs. Spreading her for better access for the both of them.
“I can’t… Oh gods, I can’t—” Ashe cut off Sarah’s panting with a not-so-gentle grip to her hair to pull her face up where she could see it.
“You can.” Ashe soothed, before pressing a searing kiss to Sarah’s open mouth, stealing away the last threads of sanity she was holding on to.
Asha’s heart pounded in her ears as she forced herself to pull back and Sarah greedily chased her lips. Her eyes screwed shut as she took every stroke of Ashe’s hips. That would not do.
She threaded her fingers through Sarah’s bangs again, gently pulling away the strands plastered to her forehead before tightening her grip in soft admonishment. Sarah gasped openly before biting into her lip again, so hard Ashe was worried she’d draw blood. Still she didn’t let up the pace she fucked up into Sarah.
“I did say eyes up here, beautiful.”
On more than one occasion, Ashe had been accused of being patient to a fault. Patience didn’t solve all her problems, and true enough her overcautiousness had lost her some opportunities. However she had come to learn that sometimes good things did come to those who waited. And gods, was the look Sarah gave her when she finally opened her eyes nearly enough to send her into a frenzy. Patience, as it was, just barely won out there too as she kept her pace even.
Those ocean blues were hardly anywhere near focussed when Sarah fought to keep them open. Crimson lashes fluttered in an almost pathetic attempt to obey the command, before revealing a look of such convincing devoted adoration that Ashe’s heart leapt to her throat. Like the only thing Sarah could see beyond her daze was Ashe.
Dangerous.
And yet a tiny corner of her heart held onto that, filing it away for her to avoid thinking about later. Now, she had a Captain to fuck.
Ashe pried Sarah’s thighs farther apart, like it was her sole purpose to fuck Sarah open. She snapped her hips upward, picking up the pace, watching the wonderful way that doing so caused Sarah to slip further towards the brink. Like every single stroke sapped away more and more of Sarah’s focus.
Katarina too seemed to also want to take as much from Sarah as Ashe did. The loud aggressive slurps she made against Sarah ignited Ashe’s imagination, and again she sorely wished that she could just see what was being done to her. To watch the way Katarina’s tongue would feel the slide of the toy every time it plunged back into Sarah’s warmth. To watch her lap up every drop. This time Ashe actually shuddered, which she hid by picking up further speed.
The filthy, vulgar, slaps of skin couldn’t even overpower the roaring rush filling her ears as she chased that high. Sarah was still looking at her. Barely. An all encompassing blushing haze descended on her expression.
Then she felt Katarina sneak a hand around Sarah’s legs to reach between them, and Sarah let out the loudest moan she’d had tonight. Her nails now hooked hard into Ashe’s shoulders as she finally lost her battle and her eyes snapped shut. Her moan petered out into a shaky hiss of a whine.
“Almost there, Sarah.” It was impossible now to keep her voice entirely calm with the way she was thrusting. “You are doing so good.”
Sarah was close to unravelling entirely, that much was clear. Her thighs trembled in Ashe’s grip as she neared her climax. Yet she still dutifully cracked her eyes open at the praise. Her face a delightful mix of embarrassment and bliss.
“So good. Taking us so well…” Ashe praised, murmuring against the corner of Sarah’s mouth.
Finally, Sarah snapped, breaking her obedience to crush her already kiss swollen lips to Ashe’s. The groan of relief she let out pulled one from Ashe too. Then Ashe’s control cracked too, and she thrust up in an uneven, uncontrolled frenzy. At the brutal fucking, Sarah’s legs gave out. Thankfully two of them were there to catch her, resolutely holding her hips aloft. Made more difficult by the mess painted all across her inner thighs. Which did, however, aid in the strap slipping in and out with heartbreaking ease.
Ashe could feel Sarah crumbling between them, reduced to a trembling, blushing wreck. Her grip grew more tense while her kisses became more desperate. Ashe indulged herself in them, her tongue not giving Sarah a moment’s reprieve, swallowing moan after delicious moan.
A heavy tremble shook Sarah’s body, and still Ashe didn’t free her mouth. There was no way she was going to stop kissing her now that Sarah was coming on her strap. She did, however, release Sarah’s hips to allow them to drop down fully flush against her own. Hands instead focussed on pulling Sarah into a close embrace, not allowing her to pull away even if she had the strength to do so.
Sarah whined, loud and desperate, and still Ashe kissed her through it, hips now slowing back down to a leisurely grind.
“Mmmmmmgghh—fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Sarah bucked hard, gasping and panting as she rode her orgasm out. “Gods—!”
Whatever Katarina was doing seemed to have Sarah squirming uselessly against Ashe’s hold. She felt her own blood course, hot and pulsing through her at Sarah’s overstimulation.
Seemingly at the same time, they both took pity on the girl and released her, allowing her to collapse, twitching faintly in her aftershocks on Ashe’s chest. The afterglow she basked in suited her well, her breathing slowly coming down from her frantic heaving.
Of her two unlikely paramours, Sarah was the one far more inclined to pillow talk. Most of it deflectively shallow at first. Sarah was very good at twisting words and weaving tales that told so much about her and yet absolutely nothing at all. Ashe matched her in kind, less forthcoming with fantastic tales, but a similar sense of guarded sharing. She couldn’t even pinpoint when that had changed.
Ashe wasn’t expecting any of that tonight. She expected Sarah to at least take a moment to rest. She hadn’t forgotten about Katarina, not in the least, but she’d thought they’d give Sarah a moment to catch her breath. What she hadn’t anticipated was the press of a warm tongue to her core, threaded between the leather ties encircling her thighs. Ashe let out a sharp involuntary gasp.
It was then that she realised Sarah’s arms were still hooked underneath her own, making it difficult, if not impossible, to reach down to stop Katarina. Surprisingly, Sarah actually fought back with what little strength she had regained.
“Sarah…” Ashe hissed. She knew very well that this was no accident.
Sarah was still in the process of catching her breath when she looked up, a sweet smile spread on her lips, completing her blissed out expression… and Katarina lapped up Ashe’s reaction to that.
“Shhh, let us take care of you for once.”
Ashe groaned when Sarah ground her hips again, rough enough to drive the leathers of the harness into her groin. Katarina’s tongue did not help in the least as she dragged it aggressively harder through her folds at the same time.
Ashe had an indignant retort at the ready. She’d also been prepared to just throw Sarah off and show her exactly what she might do about this act of defiance, when Sarah wiped all of that away by stealing a kiss. She melted into it, enjoying it far too much despite knowing exactly how intentional this move was. Sarah very much easily let Ashe’s tongue explore the way she wanted, and only pulled away when they were nearly out of breath.
“Please? You’ve been so good to us.” The pout Sarah deployed was downright underhanded. Worst still was the way Katarina’s tongue dipped a little into her core as Sarah added an extra, “please?”
Another kiss, and the rest of the fight in her was magicked away. She put a hand to her forehead in exhausted exasperation, before sighing. It wasn’t as if she never gave up control, and more in that she just hadn’t been prepared to at this moment.
“I suppose you have earned your right to it.”
The brilliant smile lighting up Sarah’s face turned out to be more than worth it.
“Like I said, you’re the one being good to us. We’re just repaying the favour.”
Katarina, however, did not say anything in assent nor dissent, only continuing with her cruel languid lapping. With Sarah still on her chest and weighting her hips down, it was difficult to do much more than wriggle. And she seemed content to stay exactly where she was, still impaled on the strap, but now switching to lavishing soft kisses along Ashe’s jaw.
Ashe felt herself fraying at the seams between the kisses and the teasing. And tease, Katarina did. Her tongue traced folds, circled her entrance, ran lightly along the hood of her clit, but did absolutely nothing that would provide any genuine relief. Ashe ground upwards, trying her best to get anything to assuage the rising heat in her loins. All she succeeded in was pushing the strap deeper into Sarah, and the resulting tickling gasp at her throat only made things worse.
“You’re always saying we’re impatient, too.” Sarah laughed, and rolled her hips to meet Ashe’s, the amount of slick between them sounding messily. Svaag… she was too strung up on the high from getting Sarah off to retaliate in any meaningful way. All she was able to do was trace soft, adoring patterns across that beautiful expanse of a freckled back. The skin soft and supple beneath her touch while tiny baby hairs rose in the wake of her touch. “Mm gods, that’s lovely.”
“Are you still touching yourself, Katarina?” She chanced to ask.
Refocussing her attention helped ground herself a bit more. Which only lasted half a second when she felt Katarina’s tongue plunge into her with an aggressive suddenness. She felt herself spill warmth over Katarina’s tongue at the intrusion as she bucked her hips. Her moans mingled in the air alongside Sarah’s.
“Shit—Kat…” Sarah panted, her face contorted with pleasure, further deepening as she pulled her hips up and entirely off the toy for the first time in what had been hours. A deep groan vibrating from her chest as she did so. Ashe got a terribly good look at Sarah slowly sliding off of the thing, and tightened hard around Katarina’s tongue. It was then that the extremely faint whine she was hearing was her own, and immediately put a stop to that nonsense.
Sarah barely succeeded in swinging her leg over, when she collapsed on her side. The hand she rested on Ashe’s torso wasn’t going to be able to actually do anything to keep Ashe down, and they both knew it. Lithe fingers, as calloused as her own, danced across her chest to tease at peaked nipples, rolling them for brief moments of stimulation before alternating with drags of blunt nails across her abdomen. Despite mostly lacking ticklishness, every time Sarah grazed the mildly tender flesh over her sides, her muscles spasmed and twitched. Katarina moaned into Ashe’s cunt as she flexed and clenched.
And when Sarah entwined their fingers for a moment to press gentle kisses to Ashe’s wrist, Ashe wondered if perhaps her heart might burst from her chest. Again for each subsequent kiss planted to her fingertips. And then she pulled away entirely.
There was an indescribable sensation of loss that overcame her at the absence of Sarah on her lap. Made all the worse when she stood up, a little unsteady in her gait as she walked the edge of the bed to join Katarina at the foot of it.
“She’s still touching herself, to answer your question.”
Katarina outright growled, and Ashe arched off the bed at that. Laughter, bright and warm, bubbled from Sarah’s throat in amusement. By the time Ashe had her bearings again, she felt more than saw Sarah nudge Katarina aside to join her.
Whatever her imagination created did nothing to prepare her for what was actually waiting for her when she opened her eyes. Two gorgeous faces looking up at her from between her legs. Katarina with her cheek pressed to Ashe’s thigh, jaw dropped so as to allow herself to drag her tongue up through slick folds. Eyes so dark with lust barely any green showed in the lamplight. Sarah propped up on her elbows so she was face height with the tip of the pale blue dildo, smile so sweetly juxtaposed against the filthy way her hand wrapped around the base of the toy.
Sarah gave her fist an exploratory pump, then another. Ashe bucked hard when the motion was paired with Katarina opening her mouth to wrap her lips around Ashe entirely, devouring her like a starving predator.
Before this, Ashe would have never felt any attachment to the toy. After all, it was merely a means to an end, not any extension of herself. Now, seeing Sarah dragging her tongue along its length to clean up her own mess... Yes, maybe she could understand the appeal after all.
The two of them worked in tortuous tandem. While they seemed to bicker whenever in matches together, especially since Sarah loved to push Katarina’s buttons regardless of whether or not they were on the same team, their synergy was undeniable. Neither of them took their eyes off of Ashe for even a moment, and yet the moment Sarah wrapped her pretty mouth around the tip of the strap, Katarina was ready to slide her fingers into Ashe at the same time.
The speed of which her hand shot to her mouth was so quick that if she was clearheaded she might’ve worried about smacking herself in the face. Her teeth found the side of her index finger, and the sharp pain blooming from it helped keep her sane as Katarina immediately snapped into a quick rhythm. Frustrating how ready she was to receive it, the way Katarina slid in and out with absolutely no resistance said as much.
A moan buzzed against her clit, stealing away some of her vision. When some of her lucidity returned to her, Ashe realised she’d threaded her free hand into Katarina’s bangs, blood red spilling between her fingers. A haze of lust fell upon Katarina’s face when Ashe gave a light tug. Katarina’s hand never stilled, pumping resolutely as she swirled her tongue against Ashe.
“Svaaag….” The swear slipped out of her mouth, and Ashe spied Sarah smirking at that before she swirled her tongue around the tip of the toy again, and again, and again… it was enough to almost make her go crazy.
Vol, the way they looked at her too, smouldering stares that belied a fondness that Ashe wasn’t sure if she was supposed to see. It was all slowly becoming too much as the tension built within her, pulling taught like a band about to snap, and yet nowhere near enough.
Sarah’s mouth came off the tip of the strap with a loud pop, while her hand continued to stroke it. She gave Katarina a nudge, who shot her a quick side-eyed glare in noncomprehension. Her clever, clever fingers still thrusting with no reprieve.
“Go kiss her already, moron.”
Katarina stilled to a stop, stunned, and Ashe tightened her grip on Katarina’s bangs in desperate response at the sudden lull in her mounting tension. Her breathing ragged as she cleared some of the dizziness to stare into Katarina’s eyes.
“Kysstu meg, kærr—… Kat…” Ashe licked her lips in a futile attempt to quell the parched dryness plaguing her. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth as she found the right language again and rasped out, “… please.”
The air in the room was far too warm, to the point that it felt like it was sticking to her skin. The way Katarina looked at her amplified it for the worse, and Ashe worried if Katarina had understood everything she’d said and was about to back out entirely. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest.
Katarina finally moved, fingers slipping free with distressing ease, chuckling at the way Ashe twitched for it. Ashe felt the hair at the back of her neck stand on end at the way Katarina prowled up her body, every bit like the lithe predator she was. Her grip on those sweat-damp strands loosened at last, tracing the sharp contours of Katarina’s face to rest at her jaw. The stare they shared unbroken all the way through until their faces were almost right up against each other.
Katarina’s chin was a mess. The very minimal stain of colour on her lip was messily smudged beneath a sheening layer that she now seemed to look immensely proud of, if Ashe was reading that smirk correctly.
“Gods. You’re so pretty when you get needy.”
Katarina’s breath tickled warmly on Ashe’s face when she rasped out the goad. Whatever indignant response Ashe had queued up gone the instant Katarina craned her neck to kiss her. Well… that on top of the fact that Sarah also chose that moment to take over where Katarina had left off, her fingers sliding in to drive Ashe that much more insane.
Ashe could feel Katarina’s smug smile against her lips at the moan she smothered. Felt it grow wider when Ashe grabbed Katarina by the jaw and the back of her neck, desperately trying to pull her impossibly closer. Katarina’s entire body on hers felt far too blazing hot to bear, and yet she couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of the tantalising smear of nectar on her abdomen where Katarina sat and ground herself. Couldn’t think properly with Sarah thrusting hard, pretty mouth and clever tongue working against her… Svaag, she was even still pumping at the strap with her free hand, and Ashe swore she even felt that.
Ashe’s voice caught in her throat, even if it had made it out, Katarina would’ve been there to swallow it up, and she arched hard, not getting very far with the way her girls held her down. The tension and heat had become completely unbearable, rising up until…
Her hearing went first, lost in the thunderous drum of blood going to her head. Then her vision, graying out as she lost the ability to comprehend anything other than the shining greens of Katarina’s gaze before Ashe snapped her eyes shut entirely to lose herself to her orgasm. Nothing left but the taste of herself on Katarina’s tongue, and the mindnumbing sensation of being touched all over.
And heat. Such unbearable heat that if she had the faculties to concern herself with though, she might’ve wondered if she might just melt. Alas she was left to surrender to her girls, figuratively reaching into her like they might take her apart piece by piece. A full body shudder finally rippled through her to break the tension she held herself with as her girls adoringly fucked her through it.
She gasped loud into Katarina’s mouth, then stole another bruising kiss, punctuating it with a dragging bite. Then finally released her to catch her breath, body still trembling and yet she was able to forcefully roll Katarina off of her. Feeling a fresh burst of energy, she hardly flinched as she pulled herself free from Sarah to stand.
Sarah barely had time to yelp as Ashe circled the bed to pick her up, giggling in surprise as she was tossed to the sheets to join Katarina’s side.
“Oh no!” Sarah got out between giggles. “Whatever horrible thing are you going to do to me?”
She swiped her thumb along her chin, gathering up the mess there, then wrapped her lips around the digit. Ashe stood transfixed at the sight of Sarah’s tongue. The dazzling image of Sarah and Katarina lying side by side on her bed sent a fresh wave of warmth right down to her abdomen.
“You will find out soon enough when it is your turn.”
What had actually shaken her from her stupor was turning her attention to Katarina, who was looking up at her with the same smouldering look she had given her earlier. Her hand worked furiously between her thighs.
Quite honestly, Ashe was often completely baffled by the concept of possessiveness outside of Freljordian culture. Where devotion to another was singular, and family structures kept small. In some more barbaric nations, some partners felt a sense of ownership over their spouses, like property.
It sounded so restricting to limit the heart that way, especially now that she had the two of them laid out before her. However, maybe she could understand the possessiveness.
Outside of the haven of her room, they were but acquaintances at best, enemies at worst. Here, just for a few scant hours some evenings of the week, they belonged to her. Belonging in a way that set her at ease while also tormenting her in the way she was to keep it contained.
Rationally, she knew it was her mind playing tricks on her, fooled by her body’s indulgences. Nothing good came from investing one’s heart in another. She’d learned that long ago, and it would do her well to remember that. So behind closed doors it would stay.
Ashe’s hand snapped out, she had to be quick since Katarina’s reflexes were often quicker, and grabbed Katarina’s wrist. When she pulled Katarina free of herself, a keening groan tore from Katarina’s throat at being denied. Ashe’s blood roared in her ears as she was once again overwhelmed by the oppressive heat of arousal.
The need to take overcame her, and she immediately set herself on Katarina. A particular guilty pleasure of hers was taking advantage of Katarina’s flexibility, and she most certainly was about to indulge.
It took little to no strength at all to wrangle Katarina onto her side and press her leg, so willing in the way she allowed Ashe to open her up.
“Fuuuuuck!” The exclamation was more of a moan than a comprehensible word as Ashe, bracing Katarina’s leg up against chest, drove the strap into Katarina’s weeping cunt.
Since Katarina hadn’t given her any time to adjust, she wouldn’t either. Ashe pulled out immediately, before thrusting back in, watching the focus go out of Katarina’s eyes with every subsequent stroke.
Sarah too seemed enamoured by the look, and turned to kiss Katarina. It activated a hunger in Katarina as she kissed back, and Ashe was delighted to watch the way their lips and tongues met. All the while sawing her hips at a brutal pace.
Even through their kiss, Katarina couldn’t hold back her voice as each deep stroke pushed deep guttural moans from her. This position allowed their hips to meet perfectly, slotting together every single time Ashe bottomed out. She could feel the flex of muscle beneath her grip as she pushed Katarina’s leg up higher. Katarina left with no choice but to take the stretch with the way her leg was braced up against Ashe’s front. Sarah’s hands wandered as she kissed Katarina, touching every bit of flushed skin. Soon enough, Katarina began to tremble as she approached her peak… and shuddered when Ashe brought it all to a crashing halt and stopped. Katarina groaned against Sarah’s lips, question hidden in the desperate tone, but Sarah didn’t free her so she could ask it.
“I told you that you come when I say so.”
Katarina whined into Sarah’s mouth, bucking as best she could, unable get more than a pathetic wriggle out with the way Ashe had her leg restrained. Twitching as Sarah played with her nipples, tweaking them into stiff peaks before palming her breasts in a gentle knead.
“Gods, you are fucking evil.” Katarina gasped out against Sarah’s lips when she was finally given the chance. “Augh!”
Ashe thrust in once, hard. Then tilted her head in amusement.
“I was not aware that your name was evil.”
The next pace Ashe set might’ve been worse than the first. Glacially slow thrusts with a bonus rolling grind every single time she bottomed out. Each one had Katarina writhing, and Sarah catching on, pulled her into a tight embrace as they continued to make out. And Ashe loved watching every moment of it. Savoured being able to glance down and watch the way Katarina’s beautiful cunt took each stroke. Basked in hearing both her girls’ moans rising in intensity, until…
This time when she stopped, Katarina thrashed hard, begging against Sarah’s mouth. Rare tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. Ashe felt her heart pounding heavily in her chest at the sight. One of Runterra’s most feared assassins, in her bed and split open for her. On the verge of tears while Ashe took her.
The string of swears mixed with pleases earned Katarina a light pulsing pump of Ashe’s hips, keeping her warmed up through the lull.
“Fuck you. Gods—please… shit—Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.”
Ashe chuckled darkly.
“Is that not what is happening? You are being rather indecisive.” She turned her gaze to Sarah, who had been admiring Katarina’s paradoxically furious and lust-drunk expression, turned to look up at Ashe with her own want-filled look—pupils blown so impossibly wide. “What do you think Sarah, do you think it is about time for her to be rewarded?”
Sarah smiled devilishly when she realised that Ashe had given her the same gift she’d given Katarina earlier.
“I dunno… she’s been kinda bratty all night.”
“Fuck you, Fortune.” Katarina hissed through her teeth, whining again when Ashe pulsed a little deeper before returning to those same aggravatingly gentle shallow thrusts.
“You literally never learn to be nice.” Sarah chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. “So stubborn.”
“Fortune. I fucking swear—mmmngh!”
Ashe pulled out all the way, resting the dripping tip at Katarina’s entrance. Savouring the way Katarina moaned in frustration, bucking futilely on nothing now that she was empty.
“Be. Nice.” Ashe intoned harshly. “That is, if you want it.”
“FUCK!” Katarina squeezed her eyes shut, involuntary tears slipping down her cheek. Then opened them again to stare at Sarah, desperation thick in her voice. “Sarah… please.”
“Haven’t got a clue what you’re asking me, babe.” Sarah sing-songed. Giggling in delight at the pure rage filling Katarina’s eyes. Ashe brought a hand down to grasp the base on the dildo, tapping the tip against Katarina’s abused cunt, relishing the twitching reactions. “What do you want me to do?”
Katarina had never looked more torn in her life. Probably not even on the fields when faced with tactical decisions. Eyes darted between Ashe and Sarah, humiliation painting her cheeks bright red. She huffed out a series of short breaths before biting hard into her lip, a frustrated groan ripping from her throat and squeezed through her teeth.
“… I need you… to tell Ashe to fuck me.” Katarina’s skin burned beneath Ashe’s touch. “I need it so fucking badly, Sarah. Please tell her to let me come.”
“Music to my ears.” Sarah purred, clearly enjoying Katarina turning redder and redder with shame. “Ashe hun, you should really put her out of her misery.”
“I suppose she has had enough.” Ashe murmured in agreement before lining up again, and driving her hips forward in a full, satisfying thrust.
“FUC—”, the full exclamation was cut off when Sarah stuck her tongue down Katarina’s throat.
This time, there was no mercy as Ashe took Katarina brutally. And Sarah, like she could read their minds in the way that she always knew exactly what the others wanted her to do in the moment, reached down to stroke Katarina’s clit in tandem with every thrust.
That was the final straw, and Katarina was lost to it all. She bucked her hips hard as Ashe fucked into her, moaned loud with abandon, and kissed Sarah hard all with a frenzy that wasn’t often seen from her. The mean streak not many saw in Ashe revelled in it, especially after the antics the two of them had just pulled on her. And gods, was Katarina gorgeous through it all—shaking and whimpering as she approached her climax. Ashe’s stupid, sentimental heart selfishly took pride in the fact that this was her doing. She was the one to break down and conquer Katarina Du Couteau. She was the one fucking into her, undoing her, lo—…and she would be there to catch her.
"Oh... Kat..." She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but the reverent way Katarina's name slipped out felt right. Ashe pressed her cheek to Katarina's shin, practically hugging Katarina's leg now, fuelled entirely by adrenaline and carnality. Her own hair practically plastered to her skin with sweat. Less from exertion and more from lust.
Katarina’s voice rose in pitch, something that didn’t often happen, and Ashe matched it, thrusts slowing and deepening as she ground herself against Katarina’s leg. Then, the moans stopped entirely as Katarina stiffened, jaw dropped in silent ecstasy as she reached her peak. Ashe didn’t still, only slowing, but pressing deeper still.
The silent moan capitulated into a high pitched whine that stuttered out in the end as Katarina clenched her teeth. Sarah cooed softly and pressed soft kisses across Katarina’s face. Ashe too, softened her approach, that is after giving one more deep, aggressive thrust, kissing Katarina on her knee before gently lowering her leg so she could lie flat. Not that she could right away with the way her back arched, keeping their hips pressed together.
It took a few seconds, but eventually Katarina’s body relaxed, tension slowly ebbing out, allowing Ashe to nestle herself between Katarina’s thighs, and drape herself on Katarina’s front. Careful not to smother her entirely. Damp skin sticking in an obscene manner.
Ashe wasn’t quite as winded, but with their chests pressed together, they heaved as one. She wondered if their heartbeats were in time too—then banished the thought as quickly as it came. Pesky hormones, riled up from the sex, no doubt.
Ashe shivered when she felt Sarah playing with her hair, then turned her face to look at Sarah properly, but not before giving Katarina a quick peck to her gasping mouth. She never looked more beautiful than like this—Just off the high of being fucked within an inch of her life. Obviously, very much still coming down from her high.
Sarah was now propped up on one elbow, twiddling a lock of snow white between her fingers as she looked down fondly at the two of them. Ashe wasn't going to delude herself into what Sarah was thinking about them, but the admiration was welcome.
“Wow.”
That one word couldn’t even encompass a fraction of what had just happened, but there was no more appropriate a word.
“Mm yes indeed.” Ashe laughed, amused. “Wow.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Katarina murmured against Ashe’s neck. “Now I thought Fortune was gonna get a turn. She was just as culpable.”
“Traitor!” Sarah gasped in mock horror. Then she brought the lock of hair she was toying with up to her lips. Ashe fought down the shudder and the feelings that rose up in her. “Besides, it’s your turn to warm the strap.”
Katarina groaned, grazing her teeth against Ashe’s throat in such a way that Ashe was convinced she could feel Katarina fluttering around the toy. That did not help with the tantalising picture of Katarina, seated atop her, riding her like Sarah had. Unfortunately, as ever, her excitement rose again, insatiable as always. But she knew Katarina to be exhausted, and would need somewhat of a break.
“There are other solutions.”
Ashe sat up to adjust them, bringing Katarina’s knees up so that she could settle herself into sitting between Katarina’s thighs without pulling the strap free. She nearly swore out loud again at the beautiful sight. Sarah had made a good point. It was Katarina’s turn to warm her strap.
Her two lovers looked at her curiously, wondering what she was planning.
Then, not dissimilar how she’d ordered Katarina earlier, she pointed at Katarina’s face, and sternly commanded Sarah.
“Sit.”
Katarina sucked in a breath, and Sarah’s expression changed, eyelids lowering into a sultry gaze. One that always sent pleasant shivers down Ashe’s spine.
“With pleasure.”