A Mystic Shot on Tormented Soil

A tranquil silence descended on the Rift as the Nexus exploded, the prior cacophony of battle deafened as a tranquil voice invaded the champions minds, a serene voice speaking one word to them.

“Victory,”

Morgana let a ghost of a smile pull at the edges of her mouth, closing her eyes she felt her body pulled back into the summoning room, the stone bed cold against her exposed midriff. Swinging her skirt over the edge she sat up, eyes lazily drifting over her “team” as they congratulated each other.

She hated them.

Well… Most of them…

One of them stood out to her, the young man that’d saved her not once, but twice on the battlefield. He’d managed to save her from the Spider Priestess when she’d slipped up and gotten caught in her web. He also took a near-fatal crystal arrow for her, one that she didn’t even notice until it was too late.

Gliding across the chamber, she followed him out of the Institute, intent on asking him why he had helped her. No one had prior, most fearing her powers or her looks, and his kindness intrigued her. Reaching out, she tapped his shoulder lightly before he exited the door, and he wore a look of surprise when he realized it was her.

“Uhh… hi Morgana, what do you need?” the blonde asked, a slight quiver in his voice.

“You saved me twice today. Why?” she bluntly asked, staring directly into his eyes.

“Well, we’re a team remember? Wouldn’t do too much good if you were out of the fight,” he casually replied with a nervous chuckle.

She noticed his eyes wandered as they stood there, which didn’t surprise her, though his audacity to do it as she watched did.

“Am I appealing to you?” she asked, crossing her arms under her heavy bosom.

“Ah, n-no sorry! I didn’t mean to-” he started to explain, before Morgana cut him off.

It’d been years since she’d been with a man, dating back to before her induction into the League. Most men here looked at her with a contained measure of disgust, some with a sense of perversion that made her sneer. The young man was different though, his eyes containing a sense of naivete that brought back long lost memories of her youth and with those memories came a tingling to a long-ignored part of her body.

“There are inns in town correct? I’m not familiar with this city. Would you care to take me to one?” Morgana asked, a lecherous smirk forming on her face.

“Y-Yeah, sure…” he stumblingly replied, turning towards the door out.

He tentatively led her into the city, taking her to several of the larger inns, Morgana rejecting them in favor for a small inn in the quieter section of town.

“Well… here you go, this one should be in your favor,” Ezreal said, brandishing his hands toward the two-story building.

“Yes, this will suffice,” she stated, picking at one of her fingers as Ezreal turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Uhh… I ought to be getting back to my research site, the Kumungu jungle is a good ways away,” he trailed off near the end as Morgana stepped up to him.

“True it is far, and it is getting quite late. Would it not be a boon to spend the night here instead and leave at dawn?” she retorted.

“Yeah… I guess… but I haven’t got much money on me,” he sheepishly admitted.

“Fret not, we shall simply share a room,” she chuckled, grabbing his arm as she strode into the building.

To say he was nervous would be an understatement as she threw him onto the bed, grinning as she untied the leather bra that held back her breasts. Once the offending garment was removed she tossed it aside, stretching her back and thrusting forth her chest as she let out a relieved sigh.

“You would not believe how constricting that thing is,” she admitted, hands playing with the knot on her skirt.

“Morgana… why are you doing this?” he asked, his eyes on her pale, jiggling bosom.

“You are cute, naïve, and remind me of home. If you wish for this not to happen then stop me,” she bluntly said, letting the skirt drop to the wooden floor.

There was no rejection from him as he caught sight of her womanhood, a small tuft of dark purple hair sitting above her already glistening lips. Her body intrigued Ezreal, attracted him in ways he didn’t understand. Her form was curvy, stomach slim and bust large, with a pair of perky buttocks blending into thick thighs that trailed into sleek legs. Her skin was purplish all over, the tint more apparent on her lavender nipples, and both sets of lips.

“Clothes. Off,” she commanded, snapping him out of his daydreaming.

Throwing his jacket off, Ezreal fumbled with the straps on his gauntlet before tossing it onto a nearby table. The rest of his clothes soon followed, leaving the barely mature boy trembling under Morgana’s seductive gaze. His body was athletic, toned and slim from years of tomb-crawling. He was also quite hairless, chest and crotch smooth just as smooth as hers, and his tanned skin shined a bit under the magical lights.

Morgana’s tongue slid across her lips as her eyes trailed down his body, stopping at the semi-erect cock lying against his leg. Striding over to the bed, she straddled his legs, hands tip-toeing up to his crotch. She chuckled as he flinched, her hand tracing over his balls and up his shaft, the tender organ quickly hardening under her touch.

“Mmmm~” she moaned as she grasped him.

She pumped him slowly, enjoying every twitch he made, and she let her free hand slip down to fondle his testicles as she began to speed up. His eyes closed as he tried to hold it back, her talented hand doing its best to coax the sticky white fluid from him. Unfortunately for him they were also slowly trickling magic into him, part of a spell Morgana learnt for encounters like this.

“M-Mo-!” Ezreal cried out suddenly, cock swelling as it began to spray jets of cum into the air.

Letting out a chuckle Morgana moved a hand to catch the descending sperm, bringing the salty liquid to her mouth and slowly lapping it up. She loved the taste of it, especially from someone so innocent, and her stomach quickly rumbled for more. Not slowing her hand, she began to massage the dribbling cum into his skin as the spell began to take effect. His began balls swelling slightly as they produced more semen, and his shaft enlarging a bit to match.

Leaning down Morgana stuck her tongue out, lightly swirling it over his cockhead before slipping her mouth over it. Moving her hands to his hips, Morgana slid all the way down on his cock, her lack of a gag reflex allowing her to flawlessly fellate him. Moaning as she tasted the massaged-in cum, she began to bob her head slowly, twisting her head as the bulbous shaft stretched her throat out. Speeding up slightly, she began to trace the underside with her tongue, rubbing the thick vein as he moaned at her ministrations. Her speed kept picking up, hair moving wildly with her motions as she lustfully impaled her throat on him.

“I-I’m~!” he cried out again, cock threatening to cut off her air supply as his second orgasm hit.

This load was almost twice as big as the last, each shot of delicious cream being pumped directly into her stomach, and Morgana felt her first decent orgasm in a century hit as she tasted the virile sperm, one of her oldest vices coming back in full swing.  Her eyes started to roll back into her head, body twitching as she rode out the waves of pleasure, and she pulled back off his erection so she could keep a mouthful of his cum to savor before swallowing. Getting her wish, he fired off the last bit of his orgasm onto her tongue, Morgana swirling around in her mouth as her own orgasm died down, swallowing once it finally subsided.

“No more…” Ezreal exhaustedly stated, panting as he lay back on the bed.

“Heh, you’re not done yet boy,” Morgana replied, crawling up his body until his still-erect cock brushed against her core.

The spell kept it that way, until she dispelled it he would stay ready for action, and his load would increase with each orgasm instead of diminish.

Ignoring his weak protests, Morgana guided him into her, moaning loudly as she felt him split her open.

She was tight, years of non-use made it that way, and it took her a second to comfortable move on top of him.

Once it was comfortable though…

Her hips were a blur, jack hammering up and down on his crotch, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, the pleasure of sex being a bit too much for her, and every few thrusts she let out a loud moan of pleasure. Moving her hands from his chest, she pulled Ezreal’s head up, forcing him to suckle her breast as she rode him. His tongue weakly circled her hardened nub, lips locking and sucking on her harshly before biting down a bit.

The feeling of him being aggressive was the trigger that caused her next orgasm to explode, the inner walls of her pussy rhythmically squeezing his cock as she used both hands to pull him into a kiss, his mouth tasting like vanilla as she forcible shoved her tongue in. This drove him into orgasm, his cock swelling for a third time as he moaned into her mouth. The first jet of hot cum sending a shiver up her spine, and extended the duration of her own mind-blanking orgasm. His load this time was far too much for her to contain, the thick load plastering her insides, and pushing its way out of her pussy, making a large wet spot on the blanket.

His orgasm lasted almost two whole minutes, his semen squelching out of her well-fucked hole with each bounce she made on him, and Morgana felt another orgasm threaten to begin as he finally stopped twitching inside her. Slumping off of him, Morgana panted as she lay on the bed next to Ezreal, the young explorer turning to face her.

“I… You… What was THAT all about?” he asked, still wondering why the hell she’d even chosen to lay with him in the first place.

“Not all angels are good,” she chuckled, letting him cuddle up next to her and fall asleep.