You watch with growing excitement. With one hand, you down your own packet, gulping the grainy substance down and swishing what remains around in your mouth. Your other hand… Is busy. Your eyes are fixed on the pair of beautiful young women, as Izirina exposes every inch of Costella’s pale, freckled flesh one-handed, her other never ceasing its ministrations upon her core until…

“Ezreal,” Izirina whispers, casting a come-hither look over her shoulder.

Izzy shifts aside, so you can see Costella’s pulsing, dripping core. She slowly extracts her fingers from her, Costella whimpering and trembling with every small movement. With her digits, Izirina spreads her pinkness wider, empty and inviting, prompting needy gasps and moans.

“She’s waiting for you.”

You need no further prompting. You dive into the fray, head swimming and body ablaze with a heat beyond mere temperature. You feel as if you are soaring through the sky, and as you take your place upon Costella, ad your own hands find purchase upon her, you delight in playing her body like an instrument, producing keys and octaves you’ve never heard from your lover’s sweet voice. You grind against her, uncoordinated in the grips of the drug, stabbing and thrusting without avail, until…

“Here,” Izzy whispers into your ear, lips brushing it, “allow me.”

Her hands—so hot, so electrifying—trace down your chest, to your hips, and back up to your manhood. She traces her fingertips up and down the length, eliciting new sounds from YOU as well. With a certain smug satisfaction, she presses her breasts to your back, and then her whole body, pushing you forwards. Those teasing, titillating hands grip you, now, and guide you into the even greater heat of Costella, until, with a final shove from the mage-girl, you are holed within the merchant’s daughter.

“Hhh-AAAAH~”

After that, instinct takes control, and nature takes its course. It does so again and again, chemically-enhanced orgasms splashing over you and Costella over and over. When your body seems as if it might flag and fail you, izirina’s mouth is there to reinvigorate you, sometimes with a small amount of the pink powder upon her tongue to provide direct alchemical assistance. Then, with great and purposeful insistence, she leads you back to Costella’s centre, to go again.

And again.


And again.


“Hhh… Izzy, I don’t think I can keep going,” you wheeze.

“Come on,” she whispers, and you feel her massaging your scortum. “I know you have more in these, for Costella… For me?”

Costella is long beyond words, face down and sprawled out, breathing laboured with pleasure and exhaustion. Izirina cups her face, meeting her eyes, and nods subtly. Costella whines, but slowly shifts, bringing her knees up under her body and positioning her firm, shapely paragon derriere in the air. Izirina reaches around her , even as she brings her own sex to Costella’s mouth, and her eyelids slide half-closed as Costella’s lips and tongue suckle eagerly at her.

“By the gods…” you gasp, and feel yourself twitch to life again, despite the almost painful sensitivity between your legs.

“Fuck her, Ezreal,” Izirina gasps, her hips rocking a little as Costella finds a sweet spot, but never looking away from her.

And so you do, hands grasp her hips, pelvis moving almost of its own volition as you hump away for what might be he fourth, or fifth, or eighth, or tenth time that night.