Quietly supporting them all

The post match lobby was usually a place for champs to exchange conversation or to make plans for another match, but Sona always left early because her conversational mastery was beginner level, at best. however, before she could make her escape she found Ezreal's hand around her wrist, pulling her close to him. "Y'know I heard about you showing people a good time.." he began slowly, doing his best to play confident as he moved his hand lower, hovering around her waist. "S-so.." he began again, a light giggle welling up within Sona silenly, a gentle smile and her shoulders lifting a little being the only indicators. Unfortunately, Ezreal had played it too cool for too long, and Graves had caught his eye on his favorite stress reliever. Walking up and grabbing her bottom snug in his hand, he grinned widely as Sona blushed lightly, leaning against him as he felt her up. Letting out a haughty laugh as he saw the disappointment dawn on Ezreal's face, Graves grumbled out a quick "sorry kid, better luck next time." before leading the mute away.
Graves was quick to put her to work as usual, and she barely made it into his dayroom before she found herself on her knees sucking his cock down to the base. Pulling her hair back into a pony tail and tying it, Graves took a great interest in watching the girl 'spit polish' his dick, and he had gone through great lengths to do it just as he liked it. Fumbling with his balls just a little, Sona put that skill to good use as she felt the head of his cock knock against the back of her throat, the erotic situation coaxing wetness from her well-used pussy. Grunting as the first quick orgasm burst out, Graves pulled her mouth off of himself and sprayed his first load onto her face, smiling down at the support who pouted up at him. "Y'know I like it when you look like this, don't gimme that." he complained, lifting Sona's chin so they could see eye to eye, as she began to blush again. "Yer ready, ain'tcha?" he practically growled as she nodded sweetly, laying back without wiping off his semen, like it was a badge of honor. Raising the hem of her dress, Graves was pleased to see that she had already soaked through the thin fabric of her newly adopted skimpy panties, with barely enough fabric to cover the slit of her pussy, much less the clean shaven skin above it. Smirking he lifted her legs and brushed the fabric aside, quickly and effortlessly sliding his cock into her, rushing into quick rough thrusts, like he always did. "Maybe yer getting too much use girly, it's not as hard to get dick in you as it used to be!" he said with a laugh, laughing even harder as she blushed more profusely and tightened around him. Sona covered her face with her hands as Graves took longer and deeper thrusts, the head of his cock knocking up against her deepest parts, sending waves of pleasure through her body as she shook beneath him. Sona lost track of time as he used her, and what seemed like moments was actually hours, and she found herself somewhat sore but thoroughly pleasured leaving Graves' company, the warmth he had sprayed into her belly giving her a relaxing sensation as she walked away. Turning a corner, she ran into Ez who looked rather down trodden. Smiling sweetly she pat his head to console him, his expression softening. "You know, I uh.. I wanted to do.. things.. but I don't know.." he began slowly, as she nodded in understanding. "B-but, I don't think I can, so how about.. just let me.. just let me eat you out! That'll be great practice, right?" he pleaded desperately. Being too kind to turn him down to something he set his heart on, Sona could only nod and lead him to her room. Spreading her legs and tossing her panties aside, she smiled at Ezreal who had already knelt in front of her bed, face to face with her still slightly wet pussy. Sona could only hope he had his fill quickly, but Ezreal's ineptitude quickly washed that away. His shallow licks and his lackluster fingering served only to coax Grave's semen out of her. Ezreal, mistaking her quivering for pleasure moved his hands and pressed his mouth onto her as she covered her face in shame. She could feel him lapping up Grave's semen, and she could hear him swallowing hungrily, unknowingly. Shutting her eyes tightly, she hid behind her hands until she finally heard Ezreal sighing and standing up. "You make a great meal Sona, I'll have to stop by again!" he said cheerily before leaving the room, giddy and filled to the brim with confidence.

It was an hour before she left her room, and Graves made sure to tell her about Ezreal's fantastic milk mustache. No one had the heart to tell him what had happened.