Graves and Jarvan teach Ezreal about Women

"So then- so then he's walking around like he's a big guy" Jarvan choked out amidst much laughter, opposite of Graves with Sona in between. "He never realized he had a 'milk' mustache!" he finished, another round of laughter erupting from Graves as Sona hid her face, beet red. "Man Jarvan, if you hadn't seen- I'd have never found out, but it sounds like I'm not the only one who makes the occasional use of this hot piece of ass, huh?" he asked, putting his arms around Sona and giving her chest a fair Squeeze. "Now that's no fair Graves" Jarvan complained as he tightened the grip on his standard. "The match is about to start, I won't get the chance to have a taste for awhile." "Alright alright, I'll give it a rest- but maybe later on you and I can give the little lady a new experience." he said with a wink, an arm around Sona as she buried her face even further in her hands, Jarvan responding with jovial laughter, as always.

"I'll come bot after I finish lizard, hang tight till then." Jarvan said with a wave of his standard, trudging off into the fog of the jungle. Nodding with a smile on his face, Graves took a quick squeeze of Sona's bottom, smiling down at her as she froze in place, letting him get his fill. As they arrived in their lane however, Graves laughter picked up echoing across the lane. Deeply curious, Sona peeked up to see Ezreal posing and flexing in front of a confused Blitzcrank, before she shrunk back and hid behind Graves. "Hey, pretty boy! I hope you're better with farming than you are with women, or this is gonna be reeeeal one sided." Graves called out, Ezreal's ears reddening as he glared at Graves. "What's that supposed to mean?!" he demanded, as Graves whipped Sona out in front of the boy, squeezing her right breast and kissing the side of her head. "I think you know EXACTLY what it's supposed to mean, cherry boy." the man mocked as he stroked his gun, smiling as Ezreal turned more and more red. The flustered blonde was so busy shooting glances at Sona, and glares at Graves that his farm was suffering, almost as much as his awareness. "DEMACIAAAAAAA" a voice called out from behind, snapping him to attention as Jarvan flew in. Pinning Ezreal beneath his standard, Jarvan looked to Graves for the finishing blow, but the man just shook his head, a smile sliding across his face as he pulled down Sona's top, kneading her chest slowly in front of Ezreal, his mouth agape. "You had a milk mustache last time, boy." he said dryly, all of his attention on Sona's breasts. "Wh-ha" "Graves had his way with Sona shortly before you decided to go down on her, you idiot." Jarvan sneered, "All you had were sloppy seconds."
"Well Jarvan, we were talking about it earlier, how about we show this boy how to please a lady?" Graves suggested cheerily, pulling on both of Sona's nipples, as Jarvan threw his head back in laughter. "As eager as ever- very well! Let's show this greenhorn just how it's done." Grabbing the mute by one of her twin tails Jarvan guided her down, tossing his waist armor down onto Ezreal, pinned underfoot. Forcing her head down, he smiled as she willingly took his cock down to the base, staring up at the man with a drunken expression on her face, her cheeks bright red as her eyes wandered down to Ezreal, frozen in shock as the woman was taken by both men. The sound of clothing tearing rang in the air as Graves made her bottom available, easily sliding his hard cock into her willing hole. The slapping of flesh and the sound of greedily sucking and slurping was too much for Ezreal. Even in shock he could feel his cock hardening in his pants, slowly but surely. Out of fear he was silent, but it tore him up inside as he watched the woman take it from both ends right in front of him. Sona's eyes were closed now, but it was obvious that she was loving it. The way she held Jarvan's thighs, the way she moved to receive Graves better, Ezreal was on the edge of his mind watching it go on. He slid off of it as the men threw Sona to the ground, spraying her with their semen, the lewd glaze sliding down across her face and chest as she lay on the ground, basking in the afterglow.
"Now.. clean it up, cherry boy." Graves sneered, pulling Ezreal by his hair and smearing the blonde's face into Sona's chest, wiping his load off with Ezreal. Slowly Ezreal obeyed, his tongue sliding out as he ate Graves' mess. The two men laughed haughtily as Ezreal obeyed, before Jarvan's standard came down on the boy, his body fading out into the ground. "AN ENEMY HAS BEEN SLAIN" echoed across the rift.

In the bush sat Ezreal's support, Blitzcrank. Counting his wards, he looked up confused. "Meatbags are strange." he said to himself as Jarvan and Graves high fived eachother, each taking a handful of Sona's bottom as they lifted her up.