Diplomatic Immunity

"C'mon, just a little bit of energy." The ecstatic girl demanded, hammering her pelvis down on Ezreal's beyond abused dick. Jinx was insatiable, and Ezreal was finally reaching his breaking point, tears had broken free from his eyes, his body limp under the demands of the slim nympho who was having her way with him. The buttplug didn't help, either.
"Really, is that all you want from a partner?" a voice from behind Jinx inquired, "He hasn't got the mettle for a treat like you." Poppy sneered, resting whomper by the head as she pulled a robust metal strap on from a pouch, mounting it on her battle regalia. "I think we both know what you need. On your back." she demanded, and surprisingly, the manic woman complied, her eyes staring hungrily at the fantastic metal piece that Poppy was brandishing. Jinx was salivating, a look of intense need across her face as the strong Yordle mounted her, and began beating her first orgasm out of the girl, a giddy scream erupting from her lips. "I never expected you little ones to be so good!" she let loose, her head shaking wildly from the force the adept yordle was fucking her with. "You're not the first one I've held down and had my way with, and you won't be the last." was the only response she got as Poppy raised the girl's hips and shoved the length of the strap on further into the girl's welcoming hole. It was almost comical, the expression across her face as she had the life fucked out of her, drool down her face, her tongue lolling about, her eyes unfocused. It was a surprisingly short stint, before the girl was unconscious, her body limp under the might of the strong yordle.

Dropping the now-spent Jinx, Poppy began lifting Ezreal up, draping him over her shoulder. "Th-thank you" he began to choke out, before Poppy put him onto his knees in front of her. "Don't thank me yet, cupcake." she said, licking her lips with an ominous smirk. A single tear slid down Ezreal's face. If only Sona had warded.