Noxian Negotiation

"..and that is why we should be deceptive instead of straightforward for this confrontation, Jericho." Leblanc asserted firmly, the man's ever present mystique denying her the benefit of reading into his expressions. "I don't see why you are so averse to forcing Jarvan's hand with force.." the master tactician droned uninspired as his eyes met with her's. "The position I have forced him in is so unfavorable that taking a chance like this on some scheme to make him submit is almost foolhardy" barely finishing before a magical binding flew out from Leblanc's hand constraining his throat while binding him in place. "Don't take that tone with me Jericho, you may not think highly of my tactics but you will be respectful" she demanded, her knee pressing against his crotch, his cock reacting as she pressured it. With a smile she put her hand on his chest, pressing down on him lightly while she rubbed against him with her knee. Groaning a little he held his eyes tightly closed as the sensation crept up on him, the faintest tingles of pleasure reaching him before his form shifted, sprouting wings and becoming a half-bird man, waving his arms and pinning Leblanc beneath him cawing wildly as his enraged cock punched a hole through the thin fabric over her crotch, immediately penetrating her as he pounded it in.
Screeching, he continued to dominate her until she vanished in a puff of smoke, an unamused woman sitting in the chair across from him as a pair of magical bindings held tight to the shaft of his cock, and his throat. "You're so easy to set off, honey." she sneered while pulling his bindings, his cock throbbing visibly to the constricting pleasure. Cawing quietly, he flapped his wings in complaint before a glob of semen shot out across the ground in front of him. Thick and pearly Leblanc giggled darkly as she gave his leash another tug. "It's not a gamble, it's an investment. After all, I've been very good at holding onto you, haven't I my pet?" she teased the bird-like exterior of his melting away as the somewhat pitiful frame of the very powerful man crumpled in front of her. "Yes, you're right, mistress.." he begrudgingly admit, his cock throbbing a little as she imagined Leblanc dominated Jarvan.

"Good boy." she said patting him on the head as she made her way out, towards Demacia. "Another night with just my hand.." the tactician groaned to himself as the door closed softly behind her.