Jarvan's standard

"I'll never understand why you pick me, over Cupcake, Jarvan." Vi sighed, clad in nothing more than a tank top and a pair of shorts. "You're... more fun, I'd say, Vi." He responded, before laughing heartily, sitting back on his bed while eying her, appreciating the distinctly female features on the otherwise hardened enforcer. The response irritated the woman a little, and she gave him a 'what are you on about?' look, to which he laughed again. It's not so much that she hated it either, she had a lot of fun with Caitlyn, and they were together in everything, but when she was called by Jarvan it was exciting in it's own way. The strong, hardheaded woman had not been with many men, and from the ones she had been with, Jarvan was the only return customer. Vi did it for the sake of Piltover, who received goods and the grace of protection from Demacia. Not that they couldn't defend themselves, but having an ally like Demacia made Piltover a more difficult target.
"Whatever, I don't care." She huffed, as she walked up to Jarvan, "Are we doing this, or what?" Chuckling lightly, Jarvan responded by undressing her, gentler than she was used to, slowly tossing the clothes aside and making her painfully aware of her position in this. He was the strong man, in control, and Vi was his woman, for now. She was at his mercy, 'and the absolute worst part' she thought to herself as he pulled her shorts off, revealing her neatly kept strip, '..I don't hate this.' Laying her onto her back, Jarvan smiled down as he always did, when Vi became self conscious, and spread her legs. The alien feeling of being under someone's control subdued Vi and her breathing started to pick up as he penetrated her, slowly at first, getting his length fully into her, before starting to move in and out in small, short strokes. That didn't last long, however, it didn't suit either of them, and only a few minutes later Jarvan was hammering into the woman, who was biting her lip and arching her back, extremely red in the face. The bed rocked like nothing else between them, and Vi was tossed into an early climax by how skilled the prince of Demacia was. 'He had a harem to practice on, of course he's good at this' Vi thought to herself bitterly as Jarvan continued to use her, not slowing for even a moment. Vi's mind was blanking, it always did after the first, and as she had no rest all she could think of was the man pounding into her like he was possessed. Her concentration broken, her voice started to come out "Ah! God!" she screamed suddenly, clamping onto Jarvan for dear life "ARGH" and with a final squeeze she coaxed an orgasm out of Jarvan as he reciprocated, the two laying connected, sweatily for a brief few minutes.

"You'll come by again for me, won't you Vi?" "Y-yeah I mean, I-uh I gotta." she replied bashfully, quickly pulling her clothes on and seeing her way out. They both knew that wasn't the case, though. This had stopped being about Piltover and Demacia months ago.