Talon x Quinn

Feb. 1st, 2018
Characters: Talon and Quinn
Tags: Passion, missionary, impregnation
Length: 1050 words.

“Valor, what do you see?”
Quinn held her arm out for her companion, letting the bird land on her. He tilted his head at her, and then let out a single squak before starting to preen his feathers.
“Nothing yet, huh? Alright. Go take another look around. And make it a long one.”
Quinn tossed her forearm forward, watching as Valor took off, soaring out of sight. She leaned back against the ruined waycastle walls that were serving as her camp for her current scouting mission, stretching her arms and letting the sun wash her face, eyes closed. Valor hadn’t seen anything so-
“Not a very observant bird, is he?”
Quinn’s eyes snapped back open, the words on her tongue ready to call her partner back, but silenced by a rough, familiar hand over her mouth.
Talon was holding his finger to his lip in a shushing gesture, and only when the Demacian’s eyes widened with recognition did he release her.
“Talon!” cried Quinn, “It’s been too long...”
He wore a small smile on his face. “Too long, indeed. Do you know the amount of guards I had to pacify to even find the parchments with your orders on them, and then trekking through the wilderness...”
He feigned a bad back, and wobbled as if he were about to collapse. Quinn rolled her eyes, and then stepped forward to catch him.
“What a terrible journey,” she cooed, brushing some hair from his forehead. “You’ll have to let me make it up to you.”
“That’s what I was planning on, my dear,” he replied, finding his feet once more and towering a head over her, one arm reaching around the small of her back as he brought her close. His rough lips brushed over hers a moment before they kissed, hesitant at first, and then needily as they retraced old ground.
Quinn had been by her lonesome on patrol for nearly a month now, and within a minute her cloak was thrown to the wayside while Talon scooped her up like a bride.
He laid her down on her bedroll, and helped her tear her top off, delicate white breasts glowing softly in the sun. He leaned over her to kiss them both, her hands in his dark black hair while she moaned his name.
“Talon, please...”
He paused his ministrations to tend to her neck, biting softly at her skin while he reached to the hem of his shirt. “Yes, dear?”
Quinn let her hands slip down his body as he sat up to pull off his shirt, tight, toned body securely above her. She couldn’t respond for a moment, tracing her fingers over his chest and stomach, and then continued with a blush.
“I need you,” she continued, as seductively as she could manage. She was still getting used to this part of being with someone, but Talon made it easier than anyone else.
He gave her another small smile and kissed her cute, homely nose, and then left a trail of kisses along her bare stomach on the way to her trousers. His strong arms held onto her waist while he undid all the fastenings with his mouth, tugging them down enough to nibble on her toned, supple thighs. He would’ve teased her longer, but just from the way that the tiny Demacian was already wiggling under her he could tell that it would bring him nothing but admonishments.
He freed her legs from her pants before doing the same to himself, laying overtop of her, hands on either side of her head. She reached down to stroke and feel him, and then pushed both pairs of underwear aside. When she grabbed him again, she realized that there was nothing left to cover his manhood with.
“Ah,” she stammered, “didn’t you bring...”
He silenced her with a long kiss, lowering his cock against and into her, feeling her squirm and arch her back against him as he slowly pushed his entire length in. Once he was snug inside her, he began to grind his hips against her, only then releasing the kiss.
“If you’re stuck at the capital raising my child,” he murmured, “it won’t be so hard to find and fuck you...”
Quinn looked like she was about to protest, but then he started to thrust proper, grunting softly as their bodies slapped against one another. Anything Quinn was thinking was lost, instead she started moaning for more, wrapping her arms around him while he pounded away.
“Nngh, Talon, please... I want to have your baby, fill me right up~,” murmured Quinn into his ear, wrapping her legs around his waist as well, sweaty bodies tight up against one another.
Even if Talon wanted to, he couldn’t pull out now, not with the scout’s muscular legs so tightly clenching him. He thrust harder and harder, leaning into Quinn so he could shove himself as deeply into her as possible, trying to push his cock right up against her womb so he could fill it with his seed.
“C-Close...” moaned Quinn, between grunts, “cum inside me, Talon, stuff me full of your j-jizz...”
That was the first time that Talon had ever heard Quinn use such lewd language, and it was all he needed to drive him over the edge. His body tensed and he pulled Quinn into as tight an embrace as he could, slamming his hips against hers until he felt her cumming, legs trembling around him and feeling her heart’s rapid beats against his chest, and then he filled her request.
Several hot ropes of cum shot forth as Talon knocked his Demacian lover up, fertile Noxian seed filling her womb. He stayed inside her for a few minutes longer to make sure of it, before pulling out, and when he did he flopped to lay beside her.
Quinn reached a hand between her legs where some of the result of their passion was dripping between her thighs. She brought it to her mouth on her fingers and tasted them.
“It’s a shame to waste some of it,” she mused.
Talon leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. “There’ll be plenty more for later, dear~.”