Shyvana and the deceiver

Shyvana had found a guilty pleasure recently, every now and again she would hide out in Jarvan's closet, watching him with bated breath as he did his nightly exercises, stripping down to almost nothing before bed. She had never worked out sneaking out while he slept, instead opting to stash food in the closet. She would be here before him, and leave here after him, every day, adoring her prince. Her favorite days were definitely when he had gotten worked up during his training, tending to his swollen throbbing cock on his own. It took all of her willpower to keep her from bursting from the closet and tending to his needs on her own, but she couldn't resist joining in her fingers hungrily exploring the depths of her tender pussy as Jarvan worked his standard. Shyvana would later find that he actually did it on a schedule, twice a week and so she would work herself riding the edge of her orgasm from before he got in, until he finished. She covered it up in splendid fantasies where Jarvan took her into his arms, piercing her easily and quickly and filling her every desire completely. It was a sad existence, but she couldn't bear to burden her prince with her love, she owed him too much for that, so she watched from afar and enjoyed the eyeful that her ideal gave her.
Today was different, she heard her unrequited love's jovial laughter from outside, and she felt a pain in her heart. She silently prayed that she wouldn't be seeing someone else, or hearing from them, but as the door opened she heard two sets of footsteps and a womanly shadow cast across the ground in front of the closet. Her heart went cold as she saw the two silhouettes kiss, the man very tenderly holding her across the waist. Shyvana bit her lip as she watched them approach the bed, Jarvan haphazardly tossing his regalia aside as he sat ont he bed, his erection poking out of his body suit lewdly, before the woman cut off Shyvana's view, the space between her legs already becoming wet as she came to terms with where this was going. The woman's cape dropped to the ground, and Shyvana realized just who it was that was standing in front of her, seducing her love. Leblanc the deceiver, already barely clad began sensually stripping down, dropping her waist piece before turning slowly, giving Jarvan a good look at her ass, as she bulled the one piece off, opting to drag it down from the top. Bending down as she felt it slide down her legs, her eyes met Shyvana's as she smirked, exposing herself completely to the Prince of Demacia who couldn't take his eyes off of her bottom. Dropping the piece to the ground, she turned, giving Jarvan the full view of her clean shaven pussy, her perky breasts bouncing lightly as she walked over and mounted the man, kissing him again while sliding her hand across his chest, grinding herself against his cock, contained only by his bodysuit as she left a light trail of her slick fluids on it. "I want you, Jarvan. Don't keep a girl waiting." she cooed, pulling at the dense fabric that covered him entirely. Springing to action he quickly worked the material off of him, soon freeing his chest, before Leblanc distracted him with her breasts, pushing them into his face as she held his head. "Don't push yourself too hard, I'm not going anywhere." she teased, while stroking his hair gently.
Not only did she know Shyvana was there, but she was forcing her to watch this slow, mind numbing foreplay, denying her the satisfaction of seeing Jarvan's amazing cock. Everytime he put his hands to his waist to get the rest off, eager to satisfy himself with her depths, she found a reason to stop him. When he finally tired of her chest, he reached down again before, Leblanc tossed him to his back, turning to face the closet yet againas she sat on his face, a renewed vigor entering the man as he grabbed her lush bottom, eagerly licking into her wet pussy as she smiled at Shyvana, before laying on the man, kissing the fabric that was stretched across the length of his cock. Finally relenting, she pulled down the fabric some more, revealing his cock to both herself and Shyvana as it sprung up excitedly. Kissing the head lightly, she took a firm hold of the Prince's shaft before taking it into her mouth, stroking the length slowly while sucking off the precum that oozed out of the top, eagerly working her mouth up and down his member while keeping her eyes locked with Shyvana's. The man groaned as he felt himself throb in Leblanc's accommodating mouth, before she removed it from his cock, breathing hotly onto it as a trail of saliva slid from her tongue onto his cock, lewdly glazing it as he desperately thrust his hips, desperate complaints muffled by Leblanc's mound. "Don't be so eager to finish up, wouldn't you rather fill me up, you naughty boy?" All complaints stopped there, as he became complacent licking obediently into her dripping wet pussy at the thought of filling it with his meat soon enough, painting her insides white with his seed.
Giggling a little, Leblanc sat up, a string of fluid connecting his tongue with her damp pussy momentarily, before she broke it, moving to his cock and brushing the head with her wetness. "You want this real bad, don't you, big boy? Admit it, you'll do anything if it means I take care of your needs, wouldn't you?" "Y-yes Leblanc, please, let me do it already!" "No no, I want something else, before that." "Anything, please!" he pleaded, his desperation reaching it's peak, "If I let you fuck me, you'll throw out that disgusting half dragon from your kingdom" Shyvana's rage and fury soared, her teeth grit as she stared at the woman who she knew could see her. "Consider it done." he said, the blow not only breaking Shyvana's heart, but her spirit as she fell back into the closet with a soft thunk staring intently on their union as Leblanc slid herself down on Jarvan, impaling herself with his cock as she let out a light moan, very slowly burying him completely in her wet tightness. "Good boy" she whispered back as she began bouncing up and down on Jarvan, her breasts bouncing lewdly as the sounds of their sex filled the room, a look of despair frozen on Shyvana's face as she watched a woman take everything from her. The worst of it, was that she couldn't look away, she couldn't stop the wetness between her legs from getting worse, and she couldn't keep her hand away. Before she knew it she was pretending that it was her bouncing on Jarvan's manly cock, it was him that was filling her up, not these fingers. Immersed in the fantasy, she didn't notice another Leblanc come out of the shadows beside her, until she was already in climax, her juices squirting out of her into the doorway of the closet as she realized she had given Leblanc a front seat. "Before you do anything rash.." Leblanc cautioned, noting the fury in the half dragon's eyes "If you just give in to me, I can get you exactly what you want. Your beloved Prince.. wouldn't you rather use his delicious cock rather than your fingers..?" she propositioned, putting her fingers to Shyvana's hot wet mess of a cunt, stroking her clitoris gently.
Tears welling up as she bit her lip, Shyvana hastily agreed, as she heard Jarvan lay back, dozing lightly in a short reprieve as the other Leblanc stood up, walking to the closet with Jarvan's semen leaking out of her pussy. "Clean me up, my little dragon. You'll earn your reward." She commanded, as her copy disappeared into the shadows again. Without a moment's hesitation or complain, Shyvana set off to her work, lovingly lapping up Jarvan's seed, swallowing it hungrily, as if it sustained her. Smiling as she stroked her new pet's head, the fiery redhead eagerly pressing her tongue deeper into Leblanc, coaxing out as much of Jarvan's semen as she could, until she realized that there was no more for her to take. Licking her lips, and cleaning off the lewd glaze that developed, Shyvana looked to Leblanc expectedly, eager for her next order, eager to please, to earn her reward. Smiling down at her willing and obedient slave, she pointed to her pussy, which had begun to leak all over the floor. "Lick it clean, pet." she commanded, and she immediately went to work again, without a moment of hesitation. Sucking her fluids off the floor, she slid her tongue across the damp area, cleaning it diligently before sitting upright again, staring to her Mistress. Giggling lightly, Leblanc picked up one of her belts from the ground and locked it onto the girl's neck, the slight sting of dormant magic on Shyvana's skin irritating her for a moment, before it went away. "With this, you're mine now. Nothing you do will ever free you, and you can never act against me." she explained, as Shyvana nodded eagerly, "Anything you want, just please let me have Jarvan." Smiling she pulled the girl by the collar and tossed her onto the bed, on her back, as she woke Jarvan, whose eyes shot open in surprise when he realized Shyvana was laying next to him. "What is this, Leblanc?" he asked, looking to her confused, "C'mere big boy, I've got something to tell you." As Leblanc moved to his ear, Shyvana noticed Leblanc's mouth moving, but she heard no sound. She saw the woman laughing gleefully as she stroked Jarvan's now-erect cock lightly, before motioning to Shyvana. The sound returned as Jarvan began penetrating the half dragon, surprised when he met the resistance of her hymen before piercing it, burying his length completely as Shyvana arched her back off the bed, moaning loudly. Holding Jarvan around the waist was Leblanc, whispering in his ear as he began thrusting into Shyvana like a man possessed, eagerly hammering away at her virgin pussy. "Yes! Yes!" Shyvana screamed out, amidst her moans, her eyes out of focus. She was consumed by her lust, by her situation. If things hadn't been like this, Jarvan would never be doing this to her, she was glad that Leblanc did what she did, that she gave her this chance. "Jarvan! Jarvan! I love you, Jarvan!" she screamed a look of ecstasy on her face as Leblanc smiled down at her, "I don't know about love.. but you make a great cock sleeve, slut." Jarvan replied, his cold reply surprisingly spurring her on, disconnected from reality. "Yes! I'm a cock sleeve! I'm Jarvan's cock sleeve! Please use me1" she cried out into the night.

Leblanc smiled as the Dragon fell from grace, becoming another one of the Deceiver's toys. Now, she had two Demacian pets, to do with as she pleased.