Riven gets swept away by the wind

Yasuo cast a long shadow down the alleyway, his strong rigid figure imposing as he stared down the woman that had ended his life, stripped him from his honor. Almost as if fate was laughing at him, he was presented with a sorry shell of a warrior, the woman ripping through a trashcan, her clothes grubby and gross as she desperately scrounged for today's meal. Greedily ripping pieces of a stale sandwich off with her teeth like an animal, Riven nearly jumped in fright as her eyes lay on Yasuo's terrifying visage. She knew this man very well, observing him for hours before he abandoned his post during the invasion. She had slain his master- and she also knew that he had taken the blame for it in the end. Tears welled up in her eyes as he held his weapon tightly, still sheathed. Something inside her wanted to run and beg, but she quashed that desire fairly quickly, taking to her knees and laying prostate. "I know why you're here.. and I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry, Yasuo." Taken aback, the man quickly regained his composure, biting back the hate that only a man forced to kill his brother in armed combat could muster. "Sorry won't bring any of them back- sorry changes nothing, woman." Biting her lip, she sat up, a few sparse tears finding their way down her cheeks. "Don't.. don't you think I know that?" she asked, hanging her head "I know why you're here, swordsman. Be done with it... I just... I wish that I could somehow make it up to you, instead... I would do anything.." Resigning herself to her fate, she held her eyes closed, waiting for the silence that only the blade would bring her.
"If you mean that, stand up." Riven's eyes sprang open, she was speechless. Obeying the sudden command, she looked to the man's face for some sort of visual cue, but found only the stoic visage of a warrior. Bidding her after him with his hand, Yasuo began to walk away, and Riven eagerly followed.
After a brief and humble meal, Riven found herself washing off months of grime in a hot shower, bewildered as to why the man would take them to a nice hotel- she hadn't done anything to warrant it. Reaching out for the towel she had seen on her way in, she discovered it was gone. So were the rags she had worn, and any manner of material with which to hide her body. Understanding her position, and lamenting the untidy bush that eclipsed her pussy, she nervously walked out, shivering as the cold air of the room made contact with her body, still wet from her shower. She bore everything to the man who sat there quietly, surveying her from head to toe. Patting the bed he was sitting on he stood up, pulling a blade from his pocket and inspecting the edge. "Spread your legs." he commanded, and again she obeyed, her eyes closed and her head turned as she revealed herself to the man. Kneeling in front of her, Riven became suddenly aware of Yasuo's intent, and bit her lip as she felt the blade make contact with the skin above her mound, gently sliding across her sensitive skin as she felt it easily shave her bare. Exhibiting his proficiency with blades, he quickly left the entire patch bald brushing the hair aside as he put the blade away. Riven shivered as she peeked down at the man who was closely inspecting her now-bald pussy,and too late found that her body was warming up incredibly. Shivering as she eased her legs just a little further apart, she could feel the very light beginnings of wetness between her legs, a single bead forming at the bottom her slightly spread pussy. Still she was silent, and deciding that it was time to proceed, Yasuo pressed his mouth to her pussy, probing in with his tongue as Riven's head shot back, her body overcome with sensations that she hadn't thought of for a long while. Feeling his hot breath on her sensitive skin, she felt like she was floating, her mind slowly slipping from the foreground where it usually sat and taking a back seat to the sensations that were flooding her body. Noting the fluids that were now freely leaking from the woman, Yasuo very lightly rubbed the end of her clit with his tongue, and Riven lost it. Shaking and following back with her body bouncing lightly on the bed, a brief spray of fluid shot out before she settled. Breathing heavily, her cheeks burning red between the stimulation and embarrassment she felt, Riven looked to the side, away from the man who had given her these amazing feelings- despite what she did to him.
"Riven" Yasuo said suddenly, snapping the woman's attention back to the present, and away from the incredible lightness in her body. "I've some new clothes for you, dress properly and meet me outside." and with that he was gone, the door clacking shut as he left her the silence of the room. Looking over the outfit, she was surprised yet again, a soft white material, with light blue accents and a hood, it was beautifully designed, and oddly reminiscent of his in both style and coloring. With a soft smile, she donned the outfit, noting it's near perfect fit as it hugged all the right spots. Holding the shorts up, she realized that there was no underwear in this set- and she just as quickly discarded the though. If that's what he wanted, she would comply, and she did. Eying herself in the mirror, she was very painfully aware of everything around her, the sensation of going without undergarments alien, and oddly satisfying. Walking out with her hands holding the hem of her top absently, her eyes fell upon the man, cast in the moonlight from the window as he stared off into the distance. She bit back the desire to speak, instead opting to wait quietly in front of the door as her mind trailed back to what she had done to this man. Almost as if feeling her anxiety he turned to her suddenly, locking eyes before walking past her, taking her hand without a word and leading her down the hallway. Soon enough, they found themselves in the lobby of the hotel, and still he lead her forward, straight into a very nice restaurant. Riven was too nervous to speak up, and too obedient to resist, so she let Yasuo lead her into the restaurant, a private room off to the side allotted to them. Taking his seat first, he motioned to her across from him, and she obliged. Closing his eyes for a moment, he inhaled deeply before exhaling, looking to his menu after the brief reprieve. "You are free to order whatever you might like, Riven. Do not be ashamed, this is food for the night." Nodding understandingly she looked to the menu for a moment before nervously muttering her first words since earlier, "..thank you." Not acknowledging it in the slightest, Yasuo closed his menu and got onto the floor, crawling under the table. Hidden by the tablecloth, and knowing she would restrain herself Yasuo felt confident in what he had planned. "I want the porkchops- with rice." he said out of nowhere, before working her shorts open, the girl's cheeks flaring up again as she bit her lip nervously, the sounds outside seemingly magnified out of nowhere. Her breathing was shallow, as his fingers found their way around her soft mound, the unmistakable wetness of her willingness coating his fingertips easily. Hearing their hostess make her way through the door, he very lightly brushed her stiff clit and was rewarded with a short spurt of liquid, Riven's legs clamping tightly together suddenly as she shook, his hand still gently brushing her pussy. "Miss, I'm here to take your orders- but your companion seems to be gone, would you like me to wait?" she asked gently, Riven's voice quivering lightly as she tried her best not to give them away. "Ah.. n-no, it's okay he uh.. he t-told me he'd like the porkchops wi-with rice.." her voice trailed off a little before Yasuo teased her clit again, the woman jumped slightly, despite her attempts at resisting the impulse. "Ah, Miss, is something the matter? Is something wrong with your chair..?" the woman asked, reaching down to lift the tablecloth. "A-ah! No! It's alright just.. hiccups." Raising an eyebrow, the woman stared at Riven, as she quickly hopped- this time of her own accord, feigning a hiccup. "I'd like the steak with p-potatoes." she said hurriedly, another brush of Yasuo's fingers across her slit threatening to bring her to orgasm right there, in front of their waitress. Biting her lip in an attempt to stave off the inevitable Riven nearly broke skin when she felt something slide into her. The walls of her pussy trembled around the intrusion, squeezing it tight as Yasuo thumbed her clitoris again, not satisfied without an orgasm. Hearing the door to their room close, the floodgates burst open and Riven sighed loudly, her lower body shaking as fluid sprayed out onto Yasuo's hand, whatever it was he had pressed into her was still there, stretching her apart just a bit as Yasuo came back up from under the table with a smile as he looked at Riven's bright red cheeks, wiping his hand up absently as the woman straightened up on her chair, the feeling between her legs keeping her mind occupied as she locked eyes with the swordsman for the first time in quite a while. "Y-you're being so kind to me.. why is that..? After what I did.." Waving his hand, Yasuo quickly ended that conversation, just in time for their hostess to return with their food. Serving them with ease, she quickly excused herself, and the two were left to their dinner in peace. They ate quietly, and at a leisurely pace, and before she knew it, Riven found herself being led by the hand back to his room. Hours turned to days, and Riven was subjected to all manner of things by the man on her quest for redemption, and yet instead of hoping for it to end, she found herself wondering what he next had in store for her. Although at the moment, she didn't wonder much of anything. The world was a blurry mess, and the rosy cheeked woman had been thoroughly intoxicated at the insistence of Yasuo. She held his arm lovingly as he moved his flute in and out of her willing hole, her sweet moans echoing in their shared room as he worked her towards yet another orgasm. A low and sloppy note came out of the flute as her body shook without restraint in his powerful arms. It was the last thing she remembered before blacking out. The next day Riven found herself straddling him in a tucked away region of a park, secluded enough to allow herself to jump up and down eagerly on his cock, but with enough passerby that she had to hold her breath to keep her moans in. The look on her face was ecstatic, her eyes were out o focus, sweat beaded across her body, her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were bright red. The front of her shirt was open, and her breasts bounced up and down in sync with her as she fucked herself onto Yasuo, her shorts forgotten on the ground beside them. Gasping for air, her voice started to come out sweetly, egging her on even further as she felt herself tighten up in nervousness and excitement. "If you don't quiet down, they'll find you and your indecencies, Riven." Yasuo teasesd lightly, smiling as the girl worked out a response slowly "I.. don't care! They can.. shove it...I..." her voice trailed off as fluids began to leak wantonly down her legs, her eyes skewing for a moment before her mind picked back up.

"I love you!"