Supporting is hard

Sona squirmed, her mute scream reaching no one as she was violated by several plants. She was just moving out to ward, she hadn't expected this. Any moment now, Ezreal would shift in and save her, but until then she could only try to endure. Zyra smiled down at her as the mute's over sized bosom flopped around by the force her plants were shaking her. She had snared her, and quickly subdued her with her vines but instead of quickly ending her, she chose the slow route. She would savor the girl's lush body, and she would make the girl enjoy it.

'Please, notice soon, Ezreal!' she thought to herself, as the plants shot in and out of both of her holes like pistons, in alternating strokes. Despite her hopes, she found the pleasure creeping up on her, the rigid bumps on the plant's tendrils stimulating her sensitive holes. Arching her back, her breathing became more and more labored as she began to appreciate the plants more and more. It wasn't long before her first climax, but the plants didn't stop, she went on for a second, a third, and then when her mind was nearly lost, it hit. Her crescendo. With the full force of her orgasm rocking her body, a wave of sound erupted in front of her, and Zyra found herself dancing for no particular reason as the mute girl floated away, practically mindless.

(See: Diplomatic Immunity)