Akali's fingers lightly tapped at the surface of the counter of a nondescript ramen shop at the edge of town. Why had she been summoned here, exactly? She was just as clueless as anyone else, instructed to meet at the rendevous without any given reason. It was suspicious, though she knew fully well that Karma had her reasons. The woman came across as a bit holier-than-thou at times, from Akali's perspective, but it was rare that she would act without a proper cause. They'd had a brief encounter during the war, so many years ago, offering brilliant strategy in a time when it was desperately needed. Of course she'd also completely neglected the woman's advice and did as she desired, which immediately landed her in some hot war. Looking back on it, she'd probably have died there if it weren't for the reinforcements Karma had sent. Irelia had almost single-handedly saved her from a sure death. Well, Irelia and the soldiers she'd inspired to charge into what most would consider suicide - but none could shine as brilliantly on the battlefield as Irelia had at the time.

There was, admittedly, a lingering crush that crossed Akali's mind from time to time. They were so much younger at the time, though. She was almost certain that Irelia wouldn't even remember her name at this point. They'd met briefly to aid one another in repeling Sion's forces, but there was hardly time for them to catch up. It was understandable, they both led rather busy lives. Akali's work was non-stop, and Irelia had men to train and lives to protect. A wistful sigh escaped the ninja's lips as her bowl of ramen arrived, just in time for a pair of footsteps to approach from behind. A darker skinned beauty took the seat next to her, recognizable by presence alone as none other than Karma herself. Akali didn't even need to look up as she began to slurp down her noodles.

"Akali. You seem well," Karma chuckled softly, leaning onto the counter. There was no given response, let alone an acknowledgement of her words. "I suppose you're wondering why I called you out here." There was another pause. She couldn't help but crack a smile. "As professional as ever, I see. I imagine that you're irritated with my demanding of your presense, but I promise that you'll find this interesting." She produced an orb from her pocket, placing it next to Akali's bowl. The ninja finally lifted her head and licked the broth from her lips, grasping the crystal ball and peering into it.

Her vision settled on the scene of Irelia and Syndra in a kitchen of sorts. Irelia?! Akali coughed, nearly choking on her food, immediately settling her eyes on the captain. She looked just as beautiful as the day they'd met, and... Well, she had a nice ass too. Akali watched the scene play out intently. Syndra was mixing some kind of drink. A morning-after contraceptive from the looks of the ingredients. What the hell was that for? Surely the mighty Dark Sovereign wouldn't look at a man, let alone let one try and knock her up. Irelia made a gesture with her hands as she spoke, visibly apologetic, only to have Syndra sneer back at her. It was a silent show, impossible to make out exactly what they were discussing. She watched in confusion as Syndra promptly floated over to Irelia and smacked her across the cheek, hard enough to make Akali wince from her spectator seat.

"What the hell is all of this about?" Akali asked, visibly perplexed as she locked eyes with Karma. She returned the orb, taken in the mage's hands as she solemnly gazed down into its reflection. The scene had ended, its surface once more cloudy with its mystic power.

"To be brief, I've sent Irelia on a mission to earn Syndra's trust. An attempt at gaining her power as an asset for the coming war, should Noxus launch another assault," Karma began to explain. "Things are off to a somewhat rocky start, however. Maybe I've miscalculated, and neglected to acknowledge Irelia's emotions in these particularly stressful times. She's managed to earn something like compliance from Syndra for the time being, but I would be far more comfortable if they could deepen that bond further. She's volatile, and would be far too unreliable without someone maintaining her full, unwavering support." She set the orb down before Akali once more, who hesitated.

"So, what does this all have to do with me?" She arched her brow, crossing her arms. In truth, Akali was scared to pick up that orb. What the hell would she see this time? There was a hunch, a sight that could be associated with the contextual evidence from the scene she'd already witnessed, but she refused to believe it.

"I could use a bodyguard for Irelia, and you would suit the bill perfectly," Karma finally requested. "Not to protect Irelia from Syndra, but rather from herself. Something of an emotional anchor, you could say. You two are friends, are you not?" There was a glare in Karma's direction. She'd struck a chord with the ninja, for some reason. Slowly, she reached for the crystal ball once more. Karma gestured towards it, encouraging Akali to watch.

"What could this...?" Akali had begun to watch, but her jaw immediately dropped. The sight of Irelia straddling Syndra's ass was clear as day, a thick cock protruding from the captain's crotch and slamming into the pale cheeks of the mage's bubble butt. A gasp escaped her lips, quickly setting the orb down onto the counter and nearly letting it roll off of the ledge. She covered her mouth, her cheeks a vivid red, totally averting her gaze and staring straight ahead at an empty wall. Her suspicions of their intimacy had been true, though more shocking was the large appendage that Irelia had been weilding between her legs. What in the world...?

"So you see why I could use your aid," Karma chuckled, catching the glass sphere out of the air and returning it to her bag. "Irelia's emotions are too easily swayed in these tense times, and she succumbed to her own weakened willpower rather easily. Syndra seems to be similarly conflicted. Irelia may have unmatched combat expertise, but her handling of such a delicate matter promises to be... Clumsy. I hate to say it, but she may very well fall in love and abandon the cause altogether. Or, even worse, break Syndra's heart and invite destruction upon herself." Though the matter sounded serious enough, it put Akali off slightly to see Karma sporting a sly grin the entire time. Was any of that truly her motivation, or was there more to this?

"Fine," Akali accepted curtly, turning to finish off her bowl of ramen. None of that really sounded like Irelia, but, though she had a feeling Karma was witholding information, she found that there was a certain jealousy in the pit of her stomach. If she could break up those two lovebirds and save the Irelia, and Ionia by extension, in the process, her goals aligned with what was for the good of her country.

"Brilliant," Karma remarked, standing from her seat. "I'll send transportation your way by this afternoon. Prepare with everything you'll need for an extended stay and make your way there post-haste." She patted Akali's shoulder, fingers lingering in place for a brief moment. Then she leaned forward, the ninja able to feel the mage breathing right on her neck. "And besides, this may be a good opportunity to deepen your bond with her. That's what you really desire, correct?" The hairs on the back of Akali's neck stood up, choking on her meal once more. There was no chance to respond before Karma left the booth, leaving her to finish her ramen in silence.

The afternoon rolled around at an unbearably slow pace. Akali was restless, wasting no time in climbing aboard the carriage that had been arranged for her and taking the long flight to the temple in the sky. As she arrived she found Irelia training in the field, her toned body clad only in tightly fitting clothes that showed off her toned stomach rather noticeably. Akali caught herself staring as she approached, gazing upon the exposed flesh of her estranged ally. The way it glistened the woman's stomach glistened sweat was rather... Well, it was damned sexy. Her eyes couldn't help but trail to the crotch of those tights as well, seeking the bulge that Irelia had been sporting in the scene she'd witnessed. It wasn't so obvious that you could catch it at a glance, but there was definitely something tucked into those trousers. Part of her desperately wanted to see it in its full glory. Maybe she could...

"Akali?" Irelia remarked, thankfully interrupting that train of thought. Yet, Akali found herself in awe. Irelia had remembered her name? She smiled beneath her face-mask, setting her bag down at her side.

"Karma sent me to aid in your mission," the ninja briefly explained. Irelia seemed put off by this. "I assure you that she has good reason for it, but I have instruction to keep it vague." She explained. A lie, but she knew better than to tell Irelia her true purpose. After all, how did one explain that they were meant to cock-block someone to protect their country? This situation got even more bizarre when she thought of it in that light. "It's mostly just to-" She'd begun to elaborate, if only briefly, only to be interrupted by the front gate slamming open. Syndra emerged.

"Who is this?" the mage asked, her tone noticeably irritated. Her glowing eyes glared at Akali, unwavering. Even as Irelia spread her hands and intercepted Syndra's path straight towards the ninja, she continued to gaze over the mediator's shoulder. "I barely have need for one of you here, but two?" She growled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Relax," Akali scoffed defensively. "I'm not here for you." She took a few steps back, distancing herself. "Just came to keep Irelia company, since living with a hag like you must be agony." Akali casually insulted, smirking beneath her mask. She could feel the woman already attempting to antagonize her, and she had no qualms with playing along. Of course, Akali couldn't help but admire the woman's youthful, supple body - in spite of her technical several-centuries-old age - slowly starting to understand exactly how Irelia fell into temptation in the first place. Akali certainly had an appreciation for both genders, but nothing could trump curves those full and lips those soft.

"It's odd," Syndra scowled, crossing her arms under her chest. "I don't remember either of us inviting you, you unwanted rat," Syndra huffed in anger. "What are you, a ninja? You lot are always so intrusive and obnoxious. Your kind ought to remain unseen. Preferably in the dirt." Akali winced, feeling her temper starting to heat up. The insult itself was a bit lame, she could tell Syndra was a tiny bit stiff, but she desperately wanted to make a good first impression on Irelia. She wanted to come out on top.

"And you won't see me if you keep your nose in your own business," Akali growled back. Something of a jealous pit had formed in her stomach while watching Irelia nervously gaze at Syndra, Akali internally acknowledging that she couldn't compete with a body like that. Especially when Syndra already had a head-start on her. That was precisely why she had to assert herself. She couldn't let her opposition control Irelia's dick with womanly wiles. Syndra visibly tensed up at that response, not giving Akali any time to react before barking back once again.

"I'll stick my nose where I damn well please," Syndra retorted. "I don't take kindly to brats who come around my home and try and tell me what to do," she snapped, lifting her hand. Irelia began to wave wildly, trying to break their line of sight to one another, panicking as the atmosphere around them grew heavy.

"...Look, just keep your distance, and I'll keep mine," Akali offered a sassy ultimatum, deciding to drop the subject for Irelia's sake. She wanted to try the woman's power, to defeat the bitch in combat and properly establish herself as the superior. Her hand made its way to the kunai behind her back.

"Let's all just... Calm down here," Irelia tried to reason, spreading her hands and gently pushing back both Syndra and Akali by their chests. There was a safe gap between them, but Irelia could still more than likely feel the daggers in their gazes piercing her skin. Syndra's paralyzing stare shifted to Irelia, eyebrows furrowing, before finally sighing and turning away, floating back towards the temple. It was clear as day that she hadn't appreciated Irelia trying to take a neutral stance. "Eh? Ah... Shit." Irelia sighed, turning to face Akali. "Did you have to be so... Rude? This operation is delicate enough." She frowned.

"Karma knew who she was asking to handle this task," Akali retorted, lifting her bag over her shoulder. "She gave me no instructions to play nice, just to do what I had to do. We can smooth things over with the princess later, she won't be going anywhere." She began to walk towards the front gate. Irelia jogged to catch up.

"...If you say so," Irelia conceded solemnly. "Though your arrival is... Extremely unexpected, I can't say it's not nice to see you again, at least. It's been awhile." A quick pivot of the subject made Akali's heart flutter briefly. So she was remembered. That was reassuring. "I'll set you up with a room, I suppose, ideally somewhere that you two won't be crossing paths often... At least there's a lot of space to work with. I'm sure she won't mind too much, she's really not as mean as she comes across," Irelia awkwardly chuckled, as if she didn't believe that herself, scratching the back of her head. She moved ahead, guiding Akali into the front hall. Akali's eyes found themselves glued to Irelia's ass, watching the way it swayed in those skin-hugging tights. She really did have the full package, aside from her package. Firm, thick cheeks and an ample chest, large but not overly. A toned, yet soft, body really was Akali's biggest weakness.

They made stiff small talk the rest of the way there. The walk was rather long, only made even longer by the lack of subjects to discuss. Akali and Irelia both seemed to realize that they didn't have much to talk about other than... Well, Syndra. The mission was the only thing they had in common, and they both had drastically different perspectives on the mage, it appeared.

"So, is she always like that?" Akali had opened up by asking, hoping to fill the tense silence.

"No, she's rather nice once you get to know her," Irelia lied through her teeth.

"I don't believe you," Akali chuckled back. "From what I can tell she's always pissed at something." The scene of Irelia getting slapped across the face over their morning exchange popped into mind.

"Well... You have to consider her circumstance," Irelia quickly tried to excuse the mage's behavior.

"Or maybe she's just a giant bitch by default," Akali smirked. Sound reasoning, she figured.

"Do you have to keep using that word?" Irelia frowned, fidgeting a little. She was clearly uncomfortable.

"What are you defending her for?" Akali arched a brow. "You two are supposed to be allies for the sake of defending Ionia. Nothing more. It's fine to think she's a bitch." There was a brief silence. "Or is it because of the sex? Is that it?" Akali chuckled. Irelia stopped before the door at the end of the hall, hand lingering on the knob.

"H...How do you know about that?!" she stammered. Akali laughed, amused by this, pushing on past Irelia and into the room. They entered the chambers that would become Akali's home for however long this mission took. Akali set her bag down on the floor and closed the door behind them, yanking off her face mask and stripping her unnecessary gear off. Piece by piece, neatly laying it all across the somewhat dusty table pushed into the corner of the room. Irelia took a seat on the bed, gazing around the room and looking over everything... But Akali. There was a clear tension in the room.

"I... Uh, so... I asked, how do you know about that?" Irelia asked, clearing her throat, trying to remain calm this time in spite of the blush across her face. Akali finished organizing her gear, which she'd had an impressive amount of hidden about her person, before strolling over to the bed. Something compelled her to do something daring, a power-move in order to win this little game as early as she could manage. She took a seat, but she'd done so by straddling Irelia's lap. They were crotch to crotch, her hips grinding slowly, a grin spreading across her lips while a blush gradually overtook her face. "Akali?!" Irelia stammered, her hands spreading and searching for a place that she could grab onto the ninja. There was nowhere appropriate that she could take hold of, however. Akali took initiative and took Irelia by the wrists, bringing those hands down and placing the girl's palms square on her cheeks. She was no stranger to making daring, high-risk moves, but it felt weird to do this so suddenly... Yet, all the same, it felt right.

"Relax," Akali chuckled, her free hand moving back to lightly tease the growing tent pressed against her cheeks. "I'm not judging you for it... I just figured I'd show you that you don't need that bimbo of darkness to have a good time." Her amber eyes glimmered gazed over her shoulder at Irelia, who blinked back in sheer shock. It was for her country, Akali reminded herself, definitely not just to satisfy the growing urge she'd had since watching Irelia and Syndra fuck on the floor. At least, not entirely. There'd be no better time to make this move, while Syndra was probably brooding in her room and Irelia was totally isolated. Awkward conversation and politeness would only delay the inevitable.

"I-... Uh..." Irelia stammered. She was at a loss for words. Akali figured that it understandable, taking charge in pressing forward, their chests mashing together, until they were both horizontal across the bed. Perfect. Now she could shift her position properly, lifting herself upright and getting on her knees.

"I'll take care of everything..." She cooed softly, moving forward and turning over - until her thick ass hovered right over Irelia's face, promptly taking a seat on its throne. They were each face-to-crotch, properly positioned like a particular two-digit number, Akali smothering the silver-haired beauty beneath the weight of her ass. Clad only in spandex shorts, she was one layer of clothing away from being fully exposed, a cameltoe visible between her spread thighs suggesting that she wore no panties underneath. Irelia seemed to take notice, her bulge growing much more prominent. Akali bit her lip, grasping the waistband of the tights that housed that tent and starting to tug down. Out flopped the hardening length that had been tucked away within, springing free with an excited throb as its bare flesh met the soft, hot breaths of the ninja lying on top. Akali licked her lips, a bit shocked by its sheer size, grasping it by the base and giving it a tender squeeze.

"It's even bigger in person..." she cooed playfully. A single stroke, just getting a feel for its impressive size and thickness, playfully swaying it from side-to-side. Her eyes glimmered excitedly in awe of the beast before her, examining it intently from those heavy balls to the pink crown. She kissed the very tip, her arm pumping the shaft in an effort to coax it to full mast, firm strokes working it from base to tip. All the while her hips rocked back and forth like a playful cat, mostly in time with each jerk of the length in her hand, attempting to entice Irelia into taking action. She succeeded with ease, Irelia seeming to lose inhibition and burying her face between those thighs. Gentle kisses were planted across her slit, shielded only by the thin cloth of her shorts - which Irelia slowly began to roll down those broad hips. They were soon both bottomless, Akali able to feel Irelia's tongue licking at her lower lips playfully.

"Ooh... Th-that's it..." Akali softly moaned, prompted to begin working a little harder. She planted kisses all across the side of the shaft, her fist stopped at the base and holding the hard-on straight as a pole, as she dipped her head towards the hilt slowly. Smooch after smooch down to those heavy balls, nuzzling the side of the thick girth with the smooth skin of her cheek, her tongue licking at the smooth surface of that sack. Irelia groaned in response, music to Akali's ears as she started to drag her tongue back from base to tip.

"You're... Ooh... Mmf," Irelia moaned out, the word she managed to get out immediately silenced by Akali pushing her own hips down forcefully. There would be no discussion, just indulgence in their desires. Another smooch on the swollen helm followed, leading to her tongue swirling around the bulbous head of the throbbing length before her. Irelia shuddered, sensitive to the assault on the cusp of her swollen prick, tensing up a bit before digging in deeper to those folds with her own licking and nibbling. Her fingers gripped Akali's cheeks firmly, her digits digging into the supple flesh of those slightly tanned mounds.

"Nng... Just... Let me take care of all your urges today," Akali promised, just above a whisper, her breath pleasantly hot against the shaft. She wrapped her lips around the tip and began to bob her head downwards, dragging those luscious, peach-colored cock-suckers over the upper few inches of the shaft. Her bosom was pressed right up against the backside, her spare hand coming to tug the cloth up and over her collarbone in order to sandwich the base with her breasts. She knew she wasn't as stacked as Syndra, she couldn't give Irelia a tit-fuck that could satisfy in comparison, but she knew of two key weapons in her arsenal: she had full control of her gag reflex, and her ass was lethal. Sure, it wasn't as pillowy and silky smooth, but it was firm and perfectly shaped. Judging by the way Irelia was digging in and smothering herself in it, she could tell it was being appreciated in its full, shapely glory, as well.

Akali began to effortlessly swallow more of that fat length down her throat, well over half the shaft easily sliding between her firmly sealed lips without much difficulty. It strained her airway a little, a bit too dense compared to anything she'd practiced with before, filling her to the point of being unable to breathe. She would've liked to see Syndra do this half as well, though. Granted, genuinely wouldn't have minded seeing Syndra suffocated on a cock... Though maybe not Irelia's, specifically.

Quickly shoving those thoughts aside, she eased herself into a steady groove. Strokes of her skilled mouth up and down, deep-throating the near-full length of the girl-cock before her in an impressive display of her prowess. It was almost as if her throat was built for this sort of thing, the lack of choking or gagging making the process seamless, the parts she wasn't quite able to force herself to reach being smothered and grinded against by the supple flesh of her modestly-sized chest. Irelia grew tense underneath, barely managing to satisfy Akali's own urges, fumbling with her inexperience in doing her best at licking at Akali's cunt.

Akali's lips kissed the base, nose nestled against those full, twitching balls underneath, eyes slightly fluttering. Her slit tightened, leaking juices like crazy from sheer arousal at the bliss of the fullness of her throat, toes curling slightly in her socks. Her nostrils flared, wanting to hold balls-deep for as long as she possibly could, raising her hips and squirming slightly. Irelia moaned wildly, harshly squeezing the mounds hovering above her face.

"Hahh, Akali, you're - fuuuck..." Irelia whined softly. Akali felt triumphant the longer she held herself in place, knowing that she was thoroughly impressing her mark, but it wasn't through yet. It was time for the grand finale. She pulled off, gasping loudly as the tip escaped her parted lips with a loud 'fwah' and several frothing ropes of spit splattering Irelia's crotch. Her fist swiftly pumped the shaft, wet schlicks audible with each stroke of the full length. Akali positioned her lips by the tip once more.

"I want you to fuck my throat like it's my pussy," Akali purred softly, giving the head a few playful licks, lapping up the oozing pre-cum playfully. "Don't hold back. Take out all of that sexual frustration on my mouth... I can take it," she chuckled softly. Irelia stammered, but no proper words came out in her surprise, given no chance to object as Akali dove back down. It was almost instant, swallowed to the base in just a few bobs of the head once more, a wiggle of Akali's hips prompting Irelia to take charge as instructed.

Akali felt confident in her ability to handle Irelia, and the monster plugging her windpipe, until she could feel Irelia's hands take hold of her head from above. Cold feet at the last minute, but given no chance to turn back. Irelia held her head aloft like a toy and began to thrust up into those glossy lips, balls slapping off of Akali's face each time the Irelia's hips slammed upwards. Heavy thwaps of those swollen orbs filling the room with each aggressive lunge to the hilt, bulging Akali's neck with the sheer girth of that meaty dick. Akali finally gagged, eyes rolling back, the abuse of her face and mouth causing her to fingers to dig into Irelia's hips and her legs to twitch.

Was she having an orgasm just from getting her face pounded? Absolutely, blissfully moaning out from the throat-fucking she'd somehow been taken off-guard by despite asking for it. She hadn't thought that Irelia would've gone through with it, for some bizarre reason, or at least not at this intensity. There was no restrain, merely thrusts driven by the primal urge to blow her load down Akali's throat.

"Ah, fu-u-uck," Irelia groaned and grunted, lifting her lower-half up by her feet on the bed, pelvis a few inches off of the sheets. She continued to mercilessly drive herself into Akali's lips like she was ramming herself into a  toy, her tight grip on those dark locks ensuring that the ninja couldn't budge her head an inch. "Your throat is... Hahh it's divine!" Irelia could hardly form the words. "I'm gonna-a-a... Fuck!" Irelia abruptly yelped, slamming Akali's head down on her shaft and making her kiss the base for several long seconds. Saliva bubbled around Akali's sealed lips, tapping at Irelia's thigh weakly. It was too late, that thick length was spasming inside the confines of her throat, thick, creamy ropes flooding her stomach, those heavy orbs taut and throbbing against her face.

Akali went submissively limp, being forced to choke down every drop, Irelia taking her sweet time in emptying her balls down the clasped embrace of the airway squeezing her girth. A sigh escaped her lips, slowly dragging back her hips until the tip popped out from Akali's sloppy wet throat-pussy and casually smacked back against her face. She sputtered and panted, though was otherwise no worse for the wear, mascara faintly running down her cheeks from the tears in her reddened eyes. She wiped the strands of spit dribbling down her cheek, her breathing hot against the saliva-coated length, doing her best to regain her composure after that one.

"Ahem..." Akali coughed, clearing her throat. "You... Really went all out, hm?" She chuckled, biting her lip. A kiss shortly followed, nibbling teasingly at Irelia's slowly softening length. Irelia could only moan and tremble in response, apparently shaken by an intense climax. Akali lifted herself and changed her position once more, hovering her crotch over Irelia's pelvis. "I didn't say we were done yet, did I? I told you, I'm draining you, and stripping away all of those naughty urges you've been having." Akali's pitch was firm, taking that slightly drooping shaft in hand. Though Irelia had been slowly softening in her bout of weakness, it appeared that the notion of getting a taste of those tight folds had woken her back up. Her head snapped forward, gazing down at the sight of her length pressed against the entrance to that cunt. It didn't take long for her to achieve full-mast once more, if not even more swollen with arousal than before.

"Hahh... Akali, are you sure?" Irelia softly groaned, propping herself up on her elbows, gazing in admiration of that bare slit hovering over her unbearably erect cock. Akali decided to let her actions speak for her, arching her back forward and slowly lowering herself. She impaled those walls on the tip, sliding down the shaft with the ease of almost too much lubrication, wet folds and smeared saliva accommodating the thick girth with far less effort than otherwise necessary, sitting on it all the way to the base.

"Ugh... You're... So fucking big," Akali struggled to remark, letting her legs interlock with Irelia's waist. She was too weak to properly prop herself up, far too soon after recovering from their encounter. Normally she might've said something witty instead, but she found herself at a loss for words for possibly the first time in her life. Perhaps it was intimidation in handling such a large size, able to already feel the tip throb against the entrance to her womb, or just butterflies from getting to do something like this with Irelia after all this time. Her hips began to stir that dense girth around inside her cunt, rolling her eyes back in bliss at the sensation of that thick shaft grinding against her clenched walls. She took her time to adjust before starting to bounce, a groan escaping her lips, her thick cheeks starting to gently plap off of Irelia's lap.

It took Irelia some time to warm up, her brain lagging behind Akali's actions. She found herself momentarily caught off-guard by beauty of the girl's expression as it twisted in pleasure, Irelia sitting upright until their noses bumped into one another. Though still processing sensation of the firm strokes of those hips working her cock up and down each shake, her hands reached out on instinct and grasped the girl by her waist - helping to guide those wobbling cheeks across the distance of the wide girth they stroked so skillfully. Akali was far from a novice in the bedroom, unlike Irelia, showcasing her prowess in being flexible while maintaining full control of her body in those movements. Her walls gripped tightly, her hips moving and rolling without a hiccup in those swift little bounces, entire body pressing right up against Irelia's. A tempo of her soft, squishy cheeks slapping into Irelia's pelvis quickly formed, audible alongside the squelching of her tightly gripping walls around the mind-numbing girth of Irelia's dick. Irelia's own hips began to move, thrusting back into Akali's, each slight buck upwards drawing a moan from the ninja's lips.

Music to Irelia's ears, spurring her to take more action. Her hands moved south and tightened the grip she held on Akali's firm, jiggling cheeks, tugging back down each time those orbs of ass-meat lifted off of her pelvis. The slapping grew more aggressive, huffing and groaning overtaking their soft and slow-paced moans. The glisten of sweat shone on the skin of each woman, their chests heaving nearly in sync with each heated breath exhaled from behind her clenched teeth. Akali had lost control of the situation oh-so easily, giving in to her urges and weakly sinking into the embrace of her lover. They squeezed one another tightly, Irelia hammering herself balls-deep with each forceful thrust. Her cock swelled, her body trembling.

"I'm... Gonna..." Irelia whined out softly, biting her lower lip. A grunt followed, Akali given no time to prepare for the torrent of spunk flooding her insides. She squirmed, but they were intertwined with hands holding her broad hips in place. She squeezed down on Irelia's waist, enduring the ropes of hot seed plastering her womb, able to feel that swollen sack tremble as it nestled against her wet lips. Akali let out a sigh, eyes fluttering shut, walls gripping and squeezing that spasming girth as it pumped her full. She felt a little bloated by the end of it, Irelia letting herself remain seated deeply in Akali's folds while they exchanged nothing more than exhausted breaths. They sat in silence, each trying to process what had just happened.

Akali considered it a success, yet Irelia was conflicted. Why had she just given in so easily to her urges like that? These instances felt more and more unlike her with each passing day, something sorely wrong with her control over her body and desires as the days went by. Surely it was all in her head, but she was left wondering...

The door slammed open, Akali swiftly looking over her shoulder and Irelia's eyes jolting open. Syndra stood in the doorway, eyes glowing intensely, all too apparently seething with rage.