On the wind

Yasuo's eyes shot open, as he shed the sleep that had swept over him at some point in the night. It was still dark out, but the morning light was visible in the horizon. Long ago, had their campfire outlived itself, glowing coals and embers was all that was left, but Yasuo wasn't content to leave it, quickly burying it in dirt while shifting his view around. With the morning came the dangers they had been running from, with renewed vigor. Hearing a stir behind him, his blade was in his hand and cutting through the air before he realized it, his head snapping forward to see Riven sleepily tossing off their blanket, her hair messy and her eyes closed. "Relax Yasuo, we're expecting assassins, not a war band. We'd see them before we'd hear them." Sighing as he slid his blade into it's sheathe, he looked behind him for a moment before leaping forward, grabbing hold of Riven and plastering their mouths together. Shock gave way to pleasure as she quickly gave into his advances, her arms wrapping around him as he hungrily explored her mouth. "C-calm down, you didn't get your fill last night..?" she pleaded as she pushed him away, a coy smile finding its way across her face as the man smiled down at her. "Never enough, I need to have my fill." he insisted, his hand finding its way between her thighs and onto her already moist pussy. With short and light strokes he coaxed her first soft moan out, melting away her facade of resistance as her cheeks reddened, her breathing picking up.
'It's always like this, despite the situation' Riven thought to herself as she felt Yasuo's skilled ropes constricted across her body. Their harsh lines rubbed into her bare skin, it was hard to breathe and yet the sensation made her body feel so light. she squirmed a little but the binds were tight, and Yasuo's gentle touch only served to cloud her mind even further. Shaking lightly she bit down on the rope in her mouth as she stared off into the distance, a speck sliding across the edge of her vision. Reacting Swiftly Yasuo's blade was out in the next moment, and a Noxian assassin was in pieces the moment after. Strung up like a trophy, Riven felt herself moisten considerably as she realized the other assassins that must have their eyes on her right this moment. She was like a prize to be taken, and only Yasuo stood between them and her. Each time they were approached, another body found its way to the ground. With each passing moment another would-be assassin was defeated. Eventually the others retreated, leaving only the two lovers and their now-tattered camp site. Turning to look at Riven Yasuo smiled, admiring the marks that his rope had worn into the women, her drool sliding down her chin with a much lewder trail sliding down her thighs. "Y-you always get so carried away.." Riven complained breathlessly, as the man removed the gag from her mouth. "If you don't like it, we don't need to-" "I didn't say that.."

With the sun high in the sky, they set off again. They needed to get some good distance before evening, when the next set of assassins came by. "Did you want to use the rope again later?" "..On the ground this time, it was hard to appreciate the fight in the air.."