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Howling winds and rustling leaves filled the air as an onslaught of shadowy clouds slowly snaked their way across the darkening skies; a storm was coming, a massive one at that; only the foolish, or truly desperate, would even dare to challenge Ionia's natural wrath. Xayah could practically smell it, the faint, wispy aroma of oncoming rain had washed over the elegant forest just over an hour ago and signaled that she had better take cover before it was too late. She put her face in the crook of her arm, attempting to shield herself from the wind; she craned her head up towards the sky and narrowed her eyes, peering towards the tips of the tallest trees their land had to offer and focused hard on the directional changes of the increasingly violent gales.

Dammit, I'm running out of time. The storm is going to be here at any minute… I need to find

_shelter now. _

A small droplet of water had suddenly splashed across her forehead, causing her to wince slightly.

Time's up.

Word had gotten out that the master of shadows himself had allegedly been spotted scouring the forest with a group of mercenaries to locate and potentially harvest another one of the vastayan's magical groves; the young woman taking it upon herself to prevent that from happening, by any means necessary. Her tribe's numbers were stretched far too thin as it was; with the seemingly endless string of attacks on their land as of late, they simply didn't have the bodies to spare to safely secure yet another one of their dwindling groves unless they were absolutely certain that Zed was there. She was the best scout their group had to offer so, naturally, she was tasked with investigating the report. The man was a real menace and with her stubborn attitude and immense hatred towards him, a simple word of opportunity was all she needed to hear to volunteer for that job.

Xayah was in a dead sprint at this point, searching frantically for anything that could protect her from the looming threat above.

_Where is a damn cave when you need one?! There's got to be something around, c'mon! _

Her eyes swiftly darted to everything in her immediate vicinity, a sense of dread building as the light drizzle had only gotten heavier the longer she looked.

_C'mon… C'mon… Anything will work, anyth- Wait! There we go! _

Her concerned face shifted into one of relief as her eyes fell onto a large tree hollow just a little ways off from the beaten path. With its unusually bright yellow leaves and incredibly monstrous, gnarled look it was a wonder she hadn't noticed it sooner, the decrepit wood stood out like a sore thumb. The tree was certainly enormous, the extraordinary thickness alone easily rivaling that of a castle rampart. She swiftly approached the base of the trunk and latched onto its fractured bark, fingers desperately clawing into any semblance of structure it could, and began hauling herself up the mottled tree. Inch by inch, hand over hand, she pulled herself up as the rain only continued to grow in intensity, threatening to wash her off the now soaking timber. After what seemed like minutes of climbing, her flailing arms planted themselves on the cave mouth's lip and frantically searched for any solid material to pull herself unto. With the water tainting her vision it came as a surprise when a low, sultry voice called out from the darkness inside.

"Hello darling, would you like a hand?" The mysterious voice whispered out. Startled, Xayah slipped back as she lost her grip when the stranger's soft hand suddenly wrapped itself around her own. Before Xayah could even react she was harshly yanked upwards and pulled into the dry makeshift shelter, landing promptly on her heaving chest. She quickly brought a sleeve to her face and wiped the excess water from her eyes, immediately peering around in a search for the unknown figure. Even with the fading light that poured through the mouth of the hollow, her surroundings were still unusually dark, as if she was sitting amidst an empty void in the heart of space. She narrowed her eyes as she frustratingly came up short with an answer to her mind's question.

"Thanks, whoever you are… Are you just going to sit in the dark like some creep or do I get to see the face of my hero?" Xayah wearily joked, a hint of annoyance carefully laced in each of her words. Strident thunder cackled overhead, blotting out any noise in her vicinity, but the moment it dissipated she couldn't help but notice the abnormally eerie silence that suddenly consumed her surroundings. Before she knew it, Xayah could feel the light breath of someone, or something, hovering next to her ear.

"Hello, love." The seemingly benign words caused Xayah to jump to full attention, the avian woman whirling herself towards the source of the voice and instinctively backing away, drawing and arming herself with two feather daggers in the process. A pair of golden yellow eyes was all she could make out in the darkness, the shape of them alone molding into one that was more aesthetically pleasing, alluring even. The countless tales she had been told spared no detail about the approaching demon, the wordy descriptions alone allowed the athletic scout to recognize those seductive eyes from anywhere.

"Oh, it's you." Xayah murmured out, her rigid shoulders relaxing a bit upon her realization.

"Hello, Ahri."

"Oh, dear, is that any way to greet a fellow vastayan?" She gently purred out as she took a small step towards the avian woman. A massive bolt of lightning had suddenly ripped through the darkened sky, briefly illuminating the sizable shelter. Xayah briefly drew her attention to Ahri's temporarily visible form; the nine-tailed fox giving a gentle rock of her hips with each step she took. Even the lithe rebel couldn't deny that, despite Ahri's many faults, she was easily one of the most beautiful creatures to ever grace all of Runeterra. As the light faded once more, other less-than-savory details of the tales she had been told came to the forefront of her mind as the voluptuous kitsune continued to close the gap between them.

_I have to be careful, who knows what she's up to… _

"Go ahead and stop right there, no need to get too chummy. I appreciate the help and all but let's not pretend like we both don't know what you're capable of." Xayah skeptically replied, seemingly ignoring Ahri's retort.

"Oh, you're no fun, love. I'm sure you think you know me, I've heard the stories everyone tells about me. Truth be told, I was only looking for a little bit of company to help pass the time while this dreadful storm kept us locked away. I'm sure you've noticed, but we're going to be here for quite some time by the looks of it. What's the harm in a little small talk, hmm?" Xayah raised an inquisitive eyebrow, it wasn't exactly the response she was expecting to hear. She couldn't help but notice the somewhat sincere inflection in her voice as well, but she quickly shrugged it off as simple bait for the less wary.

_She is right though… I can't see the end of this storm coming anytime soon. If I indulge her for a bit, keep her occupied, maybe I won't end up with a knife in my back. _

"Suppose there's no harm in that, I guess. So… How'd you end up here?" Xayah awkwardly asked.

_Crap. What do I even talk about? This might be a little harder than I thought… _

Ahri giggled to herself, she had clearly taken notice of the avian girl's somewhat nervous behavior.

"Oh honey, if you'd like for me to do all the talking, all you had to do was say so…" Xayah simply stared blankly at the golden eyes ahead of her, listening closely to the disembodied voice echoing out towards her.

_What the hell? Is she reading my mind…? Or was it just THAT obvious? _

The longer and more intensely she stared at the alluring eyes, the more relaxed she became, there was just something about them that effortlessly drew her in.

"It's quite okay to be nervous, it's to be expected from someone with such an overwhelming and exciting history." Each word that left Ahri's mouth got progressively quieter, softer even, with her inflection drawing Xayah's intrigue. She was almost unknowingly advancing towards the nine-tailed fox, if nothing else but to listen closer.

"I've seen you all over in these parts of the woods. You're quite the busy girl, yes? I can't imagine that the Order of Shadow has made any of your lives easier, to say the least." She gave a hushed chuckle.

"I'm sure you've had your share of many sleepless nights just cleansing the wood of those wretched men. It really is plain as day… I can see it in your weary eyes, smell it on your tired body… You're wound so tight… Like a drum… It's been quite some time since you've had any rest, hasn't it?" Xayah was practically right in Ahri's face, she caught herself having walked towards the seductress in an almost trance-like state.

What the hell is going on here?! Say something! Anything! Why am I not talking back? Why CAN'T I?! I didn't even see her do anything!

"Tell me, love… When was the last time you've lied down? Hmmm? Just really settled in and simply relaxed?" There was a sudden shift in her tone, a heavy sultry sound virtually dripping off every word.

"The last time you were… Touched?" Her last words caused Xayah's eyes to widen as her cheeks grew flush with embarrassment; warm pictures of Rakan suddenly popped into her head as the mere mention of touch crossed her mind. Xayah was still at a complete loss of words, not only unsure of what to even say, she had also felt like some outside force was intentionally holding her tongue. A feverish white fog slowly enveloped her mind, serving only to stop her from acting on defensive impulse. Ahri's eyes narrowed, she had obviously struck a chord with the lithe avian woman and she was all too eager to press into the subject.

"He loves you… Doesn't he? Does he treat you like his queen? The way you truly deserve? You're a fearless, aggressive, wonderful fighter AND leader… Very easy on the eyes if I do say so myself…" Xayah's blushing only intensified as she was complimented completely unprovoked. She had been away for days now, isolated from Rakan and the rest of her tribe to do what she could to protect them but… It hadn't been easy. After a seemingly endless string of close calls, she had done her best to maintain a straight face with an unrelenting demeanor, but the truth was, she was left shaken. She was tough, anyone paying attention knew that, but everyone had their limits, to get pushed to that edge and beyond only served to slowly erode her fighting spirit.

Living every day like it was her last had put an ungodly amount of stress on the fierce rogue and what she craved most to quell that feeling, to comfort her, was something she just couldn't have right now. A simple, albeit loving, touch had been at the forefront of her mind for so long and to have it brought up so brazenly… It was surprising to hear out loud, to say the least. While Xayah pondered those thoughts, she had zoned out, failing to notice Ahri's abrupt change of position. Xayah's left ear perked up as Ahri's warm breath had just as suddenly washed over it, the provocative fox woman now hovering over her shoulder, her hands gently caressing the avian's wide hips in a teasing fashion.

"What do you say, love…? There's nowhere to go anytime soon… Why not stay and play with me? How does that sound?" Ahri cooed softly. Xayah winced at the mere prospect of her sudden proposal.

What? Play… With her? Of course not! What is she thinking? Xayah's expression dropped to one of disgusted surprise. Wait, what am I thinking?! I couldn't do that to Rakan, he's… He's waiting for me!

A sense of guilt washed over her as a realization came to mind, the fact Rakan's feelings came second in her head bothered her greatly, her brow creasing in anger. She wanted to open her mouth to tell off the seductive vixen, to scream herself hoarse for even trying to tempt her away from the love of her life, but she simply couldn't. It felt as if there was another voice grappling with her thoughts, a hushed murmur directing her body and trying its damndest to convince her that this was completely okay, that she should just accept this and give in. After all, she deserved a rest, didn't she?

Ahri smiled coyly to herself as her delicate hand traced its way across the young woman's waistline, dragging her soft fingertips tantalizingly slow along the avian's smooth curves. Xayah's body couldn't help but reflexively quiver in place, her body breaking out into goosebumps as Ahri's lone touch sent a wave of ecstasy through her entire being.

_Why am I… Not stopping this?! S-she's playing with… My head… She has to be…! What should I… Do?! Rakan… _

She was fully aware of Ahri's abilities and what she had done to a great deal of people… But it was mostly word of mouth passed down through the years; she had never spoken to anyone that met her in person and lived to tell the tale. The knowledge of her almost ethereal and natural charms was seemingly useless if she couldn't determine when or how she would use it. Ahri had planned this, setting a trap for the first prey to come along and unfortunately, it was Xayah's turn.

"What's the matter? Fox got your tongue?" Ahri chuckled giddily.

"Come on, love, tell me what it is that you want…" The fog in Xayah's head had somewhat dissipated for a brief moment, a slew of words bubbling up in her head and immediately spewing forth in a confused effort to reject the fox woman's oncoming advances.

"Get your damn hands off me, you sadistic bitch! Get out of my head and leave this place, NOW!" She barked out, her body appearing to ignore any sense to match the sentiment of her words. Ahri's grin simply grew wider in response.

"Now, now… No need to be so rude, you've been free to go all this time, if you truly desire it. Feel free to walk right out of my life and never lay eyes on me ever again. But…" Ahri brought her head directly back to Xayah's ear, a hushed whisper escaping her lips.

"That isn't what you really want, now is it, slut?" Xayah's expression dropped with her cheeks burning a bright red as an abrupt, but intense, prickling sensation coursed through her loins, the wave of instant euphoria nearly buckling her legs in the process.

_Oh my… What… What was… THAT? _

Before she knew it, Ahri's nimble hands had crept their way up her now heaving bust, roughly clasping themselves onto her pert breasts. With her body still unable to act, Xayah opened her mouth to respond but only a gasp was released as the vulpine girl pushed and pulled on her sensitive nipples, greedily fondling them for her own pleasure. She couldn't explain it, even through her clothing, the touch was surreal; every squeeze, every pinch, down to every last graze was like pleasurable lightning to her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this wonderful.

"Tell me, what would your man-thing do if he were to see you like this? Willingly giving yourself to another person, hmm? A stranger , no less? That's pretty shameful behavior for a woman of your stature, don't you think?" Ahri happily taunted. She was clearly enjoying toying with the practically helpless woman, corrupting a pure soul had always been a favorite game of hers.

"How could you be unfaithful towards someone who's dedicated and waiting for you at home? Could you imagine his face if he found out?" Xayah's mouth trembled open, her brow unfurrowing at the crushing thought. The fox's words were one thing, but the images she subconsciously planted in her head and forced her to endure… It was painting a whole other picture to it.

_I can't… I CAN'T… _

Another particularly rough squeeze of her sensitive bust snapped her back to reality, a soft moan escaping her lips which caught her by complete surprise.

_I'm not enjoying this… I CAN'T be enjoying this! This isn't right! _

"Do my ears deceive me or is this little whore enjoying herself?" The degrading words smoothly rolled off Ahri's tongue like they were nothing, like it was as natural as breathing air. Xayah's eyes faltered, she couldn't deny how it sounded, she was certain Ahri was reveling in the many lewd and needy noises that periodically escaped her lips. With that thought in mind, the avian beauty quickly craned her head down, doing her best to shield her clear look of embarrassment from the sultry fox woman while the rest of her body failed to act.

"Stop saying that dammit… I'm… NOT a whore…" Xayah's mental state was in complete disarray, the lusty haze had feverishly wrapped itself around her weary mind and warped it into something she could barely recognize. Rakan was the love of her life, right? Not once had she ever felt so strongly about another person like she did him… So why was it so difficult to tell the seductive predator off? Her heart was thrumming against her chest, almost painfully, as she cycled through every conceivable emotion simultaneously, she wasn't sure how to feel anymore. Ahri had let her hands drop along Xayah's stomach, she sensually dragged them along the lithe woman's smooth curves as she slowly circled around her frozen plaything. Soon, they were face to face in the dark and although Ahri's eyes were still the only thing Xayah was able to see, the sweet breath of the demoness washing over her face left no doubt. Ahri didn't need her sight however, she could practically feel the look that was on the other woman's face. She could feel the avian's desire bubbling up to the forefront through her ragged breath alone.

"That's it… Your body knows what it wants… Indulge it a little… Who knows? With the life you live, tomorrow may never come so… Just give in…!" Xayah's eyes widened as she felt Ahri thrust her face forward, her supple pink lips gracelessly mashing themselves into the stunned bird woman's. She heavily pecked at her quivering lips three times before softly giggling to herself.

"Just how long has it been, hmmm? A month? Two months? I can't believe such a greedy man would keep a gorgeous little thing like you all to himself… So sweet, so soft…" She cooed softly.

"That's none… of your damn… business… Don't you dare talk about him… You fucking monster…" Xayah muttered under her breath before she let out a shrill "eep!" The vulpine seductress gave Xayah's ass a particularly sharp swat before cupping a meaty cheek and pulling the avian girl right into her waiting hips.

"How rude, haha! Now, that's not language befitting of a pet. Don't let that happen again…" And with that, Xayah's eyes went half-lidded, eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head as Ahri pressed her mouth into her again with a much more aggressive force, her tongue shooting out and prying its way into the unsuspecting rogue's mouth. Slow and steady, Ahri's tongue enthusiastically rolled over her's, wrestling with it in an almost animalistic way. The wiggling pink muscles continued to intertwine with one another as Ahri's hands went back on the prowl, quickly moving from Xayah's hips to her rotund, but toned, ass. Xayah couldn't resist the charms Ahri had seemingly cast upon her helpless form as she remained completely unaware of Ahri's sudden hand motions. The hypnotic trance was immediately broken as one of Ahri's hands had managed to snake their way into the back of her leather chaps, a smooth and delicate finger playfully circling around the winking rim of her pink pucker, like a vulture over their prey. Ahri's eyes narrowed and she let out a small chuckle, but before Xayah could mouth a single word of protest, Ahri stuffed her slender finger deep inside.

"Ohhh, h-hey! Wwwhha…" Xayah nearly melted on the spot, the foreign feeling causing a surge of euphoric bliss to wash over her body. She had never experimented with anything anal, the thought just simply never crossed her mind, so it came as a surprise that it felt as wonderful as it did. Ahri's finger continued to wriggle in the tight confines of Xayah's virgin backdoor, eagerly massaging, caressing and exploring the damp depths as they actively and relentlessly tried to squeeze her back out.

"Oh, does the little harlot enjoy that? My, my… We're learning quite a bit about ourselves today, aren't we?" The fox woman whispered. She sharply withdrew her finger and strongly clasped both her hands onto the protruding cheeks of Xayah's bubble butt. She wedged her hands underneath the cleft of each cheek and grabbed a handful of the jiggling meat, giving them a hard pull upwards, playfully kneading them like dough.

"I have to say, you have a fantastic ass, dear… I'm going to absolutely enjoy breaking it in…" Every vulgar word that spilled from Ahri's mouth smothered Xayah's mind in a thick fog, it was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation that presented itself, not that she was doing a spectacular job of that to begin with. The electrifying touch, the lewd accusations, and the magic aura the nine-tailed temptress naturally emanated crumbled any sort of will power the rogue thought she once had. She was supposed to be strong! Faithful! Rakan was a wonderful lover, a wonderful caregiver… How could she let this happen? And why did she want it to keep going? Ahri gave a sultry smile and leaned into Xayah's neck before giving the exposed flesh a soft nibble. Xayah winced slightly as Ahri's teeth clamped into her, not hard enough to break skin, but more than enough to leave a lasting mark. An almost inaudible wet pop rang out as Ahri pulled her lips back and craned her head up to Xayah's ear.

"Now, my pet… When you come back, and you will come back, I want to hear each and every detail on how you explained my little gift here to your lover." Through the lusty haze, Xayah managed to raise an eyebrow, both inquisitively and in worry.

"I'm not your damn… Pet … What makes you so sure… I'll come back? It's your damn magic doing this… Not me…" Xayah mumbled out.

"Oh, honey… Are you sure about that? They ALWAYS come back. You've been deprived, needy even, and I promise you that no one can touch you like I can, even your pathetic little lover boy won't come close. It'll only be a matter of time…" Xayah's brow furrowed in both rage and disgust as the insult to Rakan sank into her head but before she could say anything the living presence before her had seemingly vanished. The breath over her face, the strong cupping of her plump ass, the general sense that she was being watched… All gone. The haze that warped her mind had dissipated almost instantly, her legs no longer felt weighed down with the crushing weight of solid stone, as far as she could tell, she was back to her normal self. Another crackle of lightning filled the night sky, briefly lighting up the hollow and revealing that she was most certainly alone once again. Xayah's ears perked up once more as a disembodied voice quietly echoed throughout the chamber.

"See you soon… I'll be here waiting…"

The avian woman slumped down onto the ground, immense guilt creeping into her head as she silently reflected on what just happened over the last… Who knows how long it had been? She couldn't be sure herself. She had never felt this way before; loyalty was always a core value of her's, one that she's lived most of her life by, and to shatter it on a whim like that… With that demon … It left her worried. It sent chills down her spine knowing she was practically powerless to do anything about it, but another curious sensation was brewing in the back of her head as well. She gave a nervous swallow as she reached down in the crack of her legs and brushed her hand alongside her inner thighs. Soaked. Through every last layer she wore. Completely and totally drenched. That was also Ahri's doing, right? It had to be, nothing else made any sort of sense.

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Two weeks later…

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"Listen, I know what I saw. They're back and someone needs to stop them. I can't let him keep getting away with this." Xayah grumbled out.

"Baby… You know I believe you, but are you sure you don't at least want the company? I'm sure these guys can manage without me if it's just for a day or two." Rakan inquired, a deep sense of concern evident in his voice. The Order of Shadow appeared to be back with a vengeance, causing more havoc and turmoil than ever. The shining skies were marred with the burning glow of a large forest fire that Xayah spotted in the far distance, the emanating smoky haze stretched on for what seemed like miles, having weaved its way in between every tree along the way and leading straight back to their camp. Ever vigilant, she once again took it upon herself to investigate the desecration of her homeland, eager for another opportunity to rid the world of that wretched man.

"No, honey… You know I'd feel better knowing you were here leading the charge. I need to focus on taking this son of a bitch down and I can't do that if I'm worried about coming back to a burning pile of rubble. Please… Just do this for me." She soberly explained as she wrapped herself back up in her familiar leather jerkin.

"And don't worry about me… You know I can handle myself. I promise not to do anything reckless. The moment there's something I can't handle, I'll be out of there before they realize it." Rakan's face softened after hearing the almost rehearsed spiel. Xayah flashed him a warm smile, a hint of distress glimmering in her eyes.

"Just… Trust me, okay?"

That small interaction had felt like a distant memory at this point. She couldn't believe how time had flown, it had only been six hours since she left camp and it had hardly felt like she'd gotten any closer to her destination. As she continued her march along the beaten path she couldn't help but notice the distinct lack of haze in the air. In fact, the faint smell of smoke was gone in its entirety. As the darkness continued to creep over the horizon, her eyes narrowed as she focused in on the distant glow of the alleged fire only to discover that it had appeared snuffed out from her current position.

_Did… Did someone else beat me to it? I didn't see anyone from camp bother to leave… _

The stars were peaking through the fading veil of blue above and a gentle gust had suddenly kicked up, signaling that she should set up for the night. Xayah peered around her immediate surroundings for any sort of shelter to hold up in when suddenly, a familiar disembodied voice beckoned for her.

"Look who it is… I knew you couldn't resist…"

Xayah raised an eyebrow in half-surprise, she instinctually drew her daggers as her eyes darted around at an almost feverish pace to hone in on the figure calling for her.

"Wha… You again? Isn't that just my fucking luck… Look, I'm not here for you dammit, I've got a crisis to deal with." She snarled in response. A light giggle echoed out all around the cautious woman.

"Are you sure about that…? You wouldn't be talking about that lovely fire now, would you?" Xayah's face dropped before her brow furrowed in rage, she firmly planted her feet and shifted herself in a stance that unquestionably left her ready for war.

"T-That was you? Why?! Show yourself, NOW!" Xayah's knuckles went white as her grip around the daggers strengthened tenfold.

"Relax, love… You'll be pleased to know that all of THAT… It was simply an illusion."

"What are you talking about? I saw the light, smelled the smoke…" Xayah abruptly trailed off mid thought. A realization suddenly dawned on the confused woman; her eyes quickly scanned through the nearby woods and stopped almost immediately as she came upon what she quickly suspected.

_It's that tree… She led me right back to it…! _

A seething fury welled up inside her and she opened her mouth to speak but not a single word managed to spill out; she stood frozen in place as that familiar haze began to wrap itself across her mind.

"Of course you saw that, honey… You WANTED to see it. You didn't think you showed up here by pure coincidence, did you?" Another light giggle rang out as Xayah's face faltered from frustration.

"That's adorable, haha… No need to be ashamed… I'm honestly surprised you lasted as long as you did, you're practically in heat, I can feel it from here…" Xayah's cheeks burned red in embarrassment, she wanted to deny it, to tell her off and be done with the whole ordeal. But it was true. These last two weeks had felt impossibly long, each day dragging on longer than the last as the curious fire in her loins burned on and only grew more intense after each attempt to quench it. Regardless of how many times she made love to Rakan, the precipice of orgasm only seemed to get further and further away from her, each session leaving her wanting and beyond frustrated. And then there was Ahri, that seductress… That demoness. Xayah had tried everything she could to keep that night out of her head, but her sudden disappointment in her lover had always led her back to the vulpine woman. Her voice… Her touch… Her lips… Electrifying. She managed to do more with a light grazing than Xayah had experienced with anyone else in her lifetime. Each word that left Ahri's lips sank into her head and stirred the feelings within her once more with her legs beginning to quake as the cravings of lust enveloped her entire being.

"What do you say, love? Night will be here soon and it looks like you could use a place to stay… Let's see if there's something we can do to solve all your problems, hmmm?" The temptation seeped into Xayah like water into a sponge, she didn't bother to acknowledge the slowly darkening skies before she eagerly marched towards the familiar hollow. It was like her legs had a mind all their own, the voice in her head yelling itself hoarse trying to protest the will of her body.

_What am I doing?! Am I really going to go through with this again…? How could I do this… How can I do that to Rakan? Wh… What is wrong with me… _

She couldn't quite place it, there was a tone about Ahri that left her faded mind immensely intrigued. Her voice was soft and alluring, but the inflection felt almost forceful, somewhat dominating even. She never considered herself the submissive type but, at the same time, no one had ever gone out of their way to make her feel that way either. It was… Invigorating.

_It's just for the night… Just once… Just to stop this feeling… _

Her hand laid itself onto the cracked surface of the gnarled tree bark before Ahri sang out once again.

"That's a good girl… I have a few surprises waiting up here, all for you." Without any hesitation whatsoever, Xayah hauled herself up the tree, a near frantic sense of urgency apparent in her movement.

_What is happening? Why am I acting so… Excited? What surprises? This isn't… This isn't right… _

As she crested over the cave mouth, the light that poured over her face caught her by complete surprise. The hollow she remembered was no longer empty, instead, the walls had been adorned with a series of lit candles which served to highlight every detail of the remarkably ornate internals of the large space. Xayah's face was met with a plush, red rug that was splayed across the floor which stretched on and led up to an astonishing sight.

Ahri sat cross legged in an obsidian lined throne of sorts, leaning to the side with an elbow planted on an armrest, her delicate chin firmly sitting in the palm of a black gloved hand. The sensual pose was further accented by her attire, or rather, the lack thereof. Xayah's eyes slowly trailed along the voluptuous fox lady's imposing figure; her feet were enveloped in smooth black leather boots with skin-tight black lace webbing sprouting up and stopping just above the kneecaps which left her silky alabaster thighs completely exposed. The curves of her legs revealed a woefully small frilly black thong that hardly qualified as clothing. That was it. Nothing was left to the imagination as she shamelessly left herself on full display for any wandering passersby to simply gawk at. Aside from the incredible beauty before her, out of the corner of her eye she spotted a black riding crop leaning against the side of the throne, alongside what appeared to be a black leather collar and leash. The avian woman remained hunched over the hollow's ledge, frozen in complete admiration and shock as she soaked in the lewd sight. Ahri let out a short titter as she ushered an inviting gesture towards her.

"Well, my pet, what are you waiting for? Come to me… Now." Xayah's body seemingly acted on its own as it gracelessly hauled itself over the lip and proceeded to awkwardly stumble towards the arousing prize.

I-I can't move myself… She's got me again…

"Now, on your knees, slut." Ahri aggressively barked out as she propped herself up, she was now standing above the smaller woman in a somewhat intimidating fashion. A lone tingle shot down Xayah's spine as the command took hold, her legs buckling beneath her almost immediately. With a soft thud, the gorgeous rogue dropped onto the plush carpet, leaning forward on her hands and knees, her head bowed down in lustful shame. The vulpine seductress crouched down, circling a hand over the top of Xayah's head and down to her chin, pulling the avian's face up towards her own. Ahri shifted Xayah's head to the side, exposing the faint bruising along her neck that was left from their last encounter, the sight causing her lips to curl into a wicked smile.

"Tell me… How did you explain to your little lover that little mark on your neck, I wonder?" The simple question drained the blood from Xayah's face, she had completely forgotten all about that. It had been sheer luck that Rakan hadn't noticed at all. In fact, as she recalled every instance of their lovemaking; it had always been dark, the veil of shadow thankfully masked her bare skin and shielded her from the uncomfortable explanation.

"I-I… I didn't…" Xayah whispered out before Ahri threw her head to the side. The fox stood back up and slowly circled to the young woman's backside.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you correctly?"

"I didn- EEP!" The lithe avian was immediately cut short as a sharp stinging sensation washed over her rotund ass. Ahri gave Xayah's backside a meaty slap, the surprising amount of force catching her completely off guard. Despite being unprepared, Xayah remained motionless. Her face winced in slight pain but her body refused to react to the harsh treatment. She felt both of Ahri's hands clasp onto her ass cheeks, pushing and pulling on them, kneading them like dough. Then, everything went eerily silent as all movement in the area stopped.

*RIIIIIPPP!*

Xayah's eyes shot open as she grit her teeth, Ahri, with seemingly little effort, had shredded the lower half of her tunic, leaving it in tatters, her voluptuous ass now exposed to the cool air of the atmosphere. Still, she remained motionless. She couldn't explain the feeling, half of her mind was screaming at the top of its lungs to scramble and cover herself, to fight back and stop things from going any further. Then, there was the other half. The half that was convincing her that she wanted this… That she needed this. The dark and anxious thoughts residing in the back of her mind bubbled up to the forefront, stronger than ever, and reminded her that Rakan, the love of her life, had simply failed her. What was happening here wasn't a terrible thing, not at all. She had needs too and she was just doing what she had to in order to quell them, that's all.

It's just this once…

"Well then… How do you propose we remedy that? It's not much of a game if only one of us is playing, hmm?" Another harsh smack rang out as Ahri struck the avian's bare flesh once more, her quivering ass now almost glowing a light red from the abuse. The sudden pain wracked Xayah's confused mind, it certainly hurt but… She wanted more and she couldn't explain why.

"Perhaps the little mark was just too small for that oaf of a man to notice? Maybe we need to make things a bit more obvious , don't you think?" Xayah stayed silent. As much as she craved the electrifying touch of this demoness, she knew this was wrong. Any and all talk relating to her lover served to only intensify the guilt that she was already feeling, making the whole situation all that more uncomfortable. As another awkward silence gripped the room, a coy smirk was painted across Ahri's visage. Another heavy slap echoed out, this time leaving a very distinct red mark. Xayah bit into her lip to stifle a gasp, her mind focused on nothing but whining at her about the sharp throbbing in her backside.

"Still fighting it, are you? Why bother? I can give you pleasure beyond what you thought possible. More than that wretch of a man ever could. It's what you wanted, isn't it?" Ahri dropped down to her knees and slowly leaned forward, her face hovering above Xayah's jiggling ass, just inches above her reflexively winking pucker.

"If my words won't convince you then… Maybe THIS will…" With that, Ahri clasped her hands around the young woman's hips and then thrust forward with her mouth wide open, eagerly burying her face in between Xayah's waiting cheeks. Her mouth immediately latched on the rim, her tongue darting out and circling the wrinkled orifice in a tantalizing fashion. Xayah melted in place as she felt the wet muscle drag itself over the sensitive flesh, carefully caressing it and slowly teasing her to oblivion. The pleasure emanating from the small gesture sent her into a tailspin of euphoric bliss, no one had ever done such a thing to her before and it was mind-numbing just how delightful of a feeling it was. Ahri pulled Xayah's hips closer, desperate to smother herself with the warm and inviting embrace. Xayah's doughy and pliable cheeks molded themselves around Ahri's face as she pressed deeper, her tongue now snaking its way inside the trembling hole.

Xayah instinctually brought a hand to her mouth as her eyes snapped shut, attempting to muffle the short, needy breaths and gasps that slowly spilled from her lips. The lewd slurping sounds ringing out from behind filled her mind's eye with the vulgar imagery of the vulpine woman gorging herself on the willingly helpless avian. Every wriggle, every lick, every last sound sent her mind into a frenzy. It was absolutely wonderful. As Ahri's greedy tongue continued to swirl and maul her, each pleasurable nerve was struck over and over again, quickly summoning that familiar prickling feeling deep in Xayah's core. That exact feeling that she had been craving for weeks was finally coming to fruition and it drove every other thought completely out of her head. Nothing else mattered in this very moment, Rakan and the guilt attached had completely vanished and were just a distant memory as the precipice of orgasm approached. Then, everything stopped.

"W-What…? Wh…" Xayah managed to sputter out before quickly catching herself. Ahri had pulled away from her quivering treat and stood herself up, eyes never breaking their gaze with the mewling woman before her. Just as suddenly when Ahri stopped her ministrations the magical charms gripping Xayah had seemingly worn off as well, a flood of memories and thoughts of what she was doing and who she was betraying flashing through her mind's eye in almost agonizing detail. The sexual high had persisted however, the strong tingling left in her nethers crying out and begging her, wanting nothing more than the relief it was promised. Despite the memories and familiar imagery, they were put at odds with the overwhelming desire her body craved.

Oh my god… How can I… What would Rakan say… I… Was so… Close…

Ahri gave a wicked grin, she knew exactly what was going through Xayah's mind. To watch her prey tear themselves apart as their baser and primal instincts fought relentlessly with their made-up ideals and principles, it was beyond thrilling and just too delicious. Just when all coherent thought was returning to Xayah, the white lusty haze of Ahri's charm returned once more, warping her mind into nothing but putty for Ahri to mold. Xayah's eyes went half-lidded as the intense throbbing in her loins hadn't dulled in the slightest, she was constantly on edge the entire time and it was driving her wild. She wanted nothing more than to reach down and finish the job, to bring herself to the cliffs of pleasure and freefall off of them. But her body refused to act.

"Poor little thing… Does my pet want to cum?" Ahri whispered out as she slowly circled back to Xayah's front. The young avian let a frustrated gasp as she soaked in the words.

"I bet it's just torture leaving you like that, hmm? Pent up for weeks now just to be brought back to the brink… It's the only thing you can think about at this very moment, isn't it?" Xayah whined out desperately. It was true. Every last word of it. Every vein of her's felt like it was filled with liquid fire, her whole body aching with immense need and desire as a result.

"If you really want that feeling to go away, then you'll do exactly as I say. Understand?" Xayah glared up at her, locking gazes with the cruelly smiling seductress.

"...Y-Yes…" Xayah weakly choked out. It almost pained her to say it out loud. It was one thing to think these salacious things and reduce it to mere intrusive thoughts simply getting the better of her, but to say it so openly and freely? To a stranger, no less? It was utterly humiliating. Her cheeks were flushed red with a deep embarrassment as the self-serving admission spilled from her with little to no actual pressure to do so. Ahri was grinning ear to ear, she knew the response was inevitable, she always had gotten her way, but the thrill never ceased to exist when it finally happened. She turned and strolled back to the throne, reaching down towards the objects sitting idly next to it. Xayah had completely ignored what she was grabbing, she was distracted and put into a trance-like state as Ahri bent herself over and showcased her plump, heart-shaped ass, giving Xayah another tantalizing look at the prize to be had. The hypnotizing sight had vanished all too soon as the lusty vixen stood back up and approached the avian's frozen form once more, armed with the collar and crop she had spotted earlier.

Ahri crouched down, eyes narrowing as she met Xayah's stare with an intense one of her own. Time seemed to stand completely still as a hungry look surged through Ahri's eyes, she gave a soft and sensual lick of her lips before reaching forward and snapping the black leather collar snuggly around Xayah's neck. The bird woman remained motionless, trying her damndest to refrain from lashing out. She needed this feeling to go away, more than anything and making her mistress unhappy in any way wasn't going to help matters. She would have to swallow her pride and play her little game to get this incessant and near agonizing itch to go away anytime soon. Content with Xayah's reaction, Ahri gave a soft smile before leaning in and planting her lips gently on the young girl's. Xayah quivered in place as the lewd fox's smooch lingered for what felt like minutes, the simple touch alone filled the lithe avian with the lovely warmth she was quickly growing accustomed to.

The vulpine woman pulled herself back, an audible pop sounding off as their lips separated, and stood back up. She gave Xayah one last amorous look before she turned around and ambled back to her obsidian throne. She leaned forwards and wedged her thumbs into the waistband of her black thong, tugging them down and gracefully dropping them to her feet, careful to flaunt her jiggling ass as she shed the one garment covering her own nethers. She whirled herself around and slumped into the chair, eagerly jutting her lower half forwards. She slowly spread her smooth legs to reveal the smooth and glistening slit in between before raising the leash and gesturing for Xayah's presence with only her fingers.

"Now… Crawl to your mistress. Serve me well and you'll be rewarded." She quietly demanded. That shameful feeling continued to well up inside Xayah, her face faltering at the unusual request. She was a proud and honorable leader, an intimidating warrior at heart, to be treated in such a degrading and disgraceful way all for the sake of self-serving pleasure… It was strangely exhilarating. There was a sudden tug on her neck as Ahri pulled on the leather leash, Xayah's eyes softened as she stared at the alluring woman, giving her a gentle nod in the process.

"I didn't hear you, pet." Ahri coyly barked out. Xayah's mouth trembled open, her mind fighting every instinct to give the vulpine seductress exactly what she wanted. She couldn't pry her eyes away from the gorgeous sight, her eyes trailed along every last inch of Ahri but always managed to hone in on her sticky and throbbing snatch, the last bastion of her already failing resistance crumbled.

"Yes…" Xayah whispered before advancing forward, her hips gently swaying as her legs moved in tandem with her marching hands. Within seconds, Xayah was at the base of the obsidian throne, her head propped up over the edge and now mere inches from the sweet smelling offering. But before she could lean into it and get to work, another sharp tug of the collar drew her attention back to the dominatrix. The riding crop was carefully placed underneath her chin and it forcefully lifted her gaze up to meet Ahri's own.

"Yes what?" She asked plainly, there was a hint of callousness evident in the short question. The beautiful avian was simply a toy to her right now, albeit her current favorite one, but a toy nonetheless. Xayah grew red in the face once more, beyond hesitant to say a single word. She desperately wanted the relief that was promised, her whole body was on fire, every fiber aching down to the very bone. She swallowed hard as she reluctantly choked out her response.

"Yes… Mistress…"

"Good girl." Without another second of delay, Ahri dropped the crop to her side and moved her hand to the back of Xayah's head and grasped a tuft of her hair, sharply pulling her forward with a needy fervor. Xayah's eyes widened as her face was gracelessly smashed into the soaking core of her new partner. Her eyes went half-lidded as she soaked in the enticing aroma, her mouth reflexively opening to welcome the succulent flesh. The feel and taste was a combination of things she'd never thought she would experience; soft and earthy, a hint of honey, some lavender, she couldn't decide if it was the charm's influence or not but it was one of the most intoxicating flavors she had ever experienced. As her mouth latched onto Ahri's nethers, her tongue lolled out and gave the juicy snatch a few hearty licks, the slimy muscle lapping hungrily across the budding nub of Ahri's slit. Xayah's natural ability had even caught Ahri by surprise as her sensitive folds were lovingly caressed by the seemingly adept tongue. She intensely lapped at it, like a thirsty dog drinking water, desperate to taste every inch of silken skin offered to her.

"Ooohhh… The little harlot's… A natural… I never would have… Guessed that…" Ahri huffed out. Every time Xayah heard those words, slut, whore, harlot… It stung her pride. It was a haunting reality check she simply didn't want to face. The thought of Rakan walking in to find her like this; his long-time lover, down on her hands and knees, face completely buried in the crotch of this sultry demoness, gasping and begging for the touch of a stranger, all of it was horrifying… And beyond exciting. Swirl after swirl, lick after lick, without any assistance whatsoever Xayah had found herself pressing her face further into the voluptuous woman, eager to bury her tongue into Ahri's core as deep as humanly possible. The pink snake-like appendage danced around Ahri's lower lips, massaging every last sensitive nerve all while managing to lovingly stroke the near pulsing clit, causing the fox to pleasurably writhe in place.

"I may have to… Keep you for myself… Your mouth… Your ass… They're wonderful… They should belong to me…" Her words fell on deaf ears however, Xayah's mind had nearly blanked out as she saw pure white, the taste was indescribable at this point. She had no idea what it was, but she wanted more of it, more than anything. Ahri shivered as she felt Xayah double her efforts, the young woman was mindlessly and happily mauling her nethers with an enthusiastic vigor the kitsune hadn't witnessed in any person before. She was awestruck, she occasionally gasped out in bliss, her expression going flush with burning lust as the familiar prickling sensation began to well up deep in her core. Ahri held Xayah's head firmly in place, biting her lip as she watched Xayah drag her coarse tongue over every inch of her sloppy flesh, the euphoric pressure building much higher than she could have ever hoped for.

"That's it… That's it… Harder, you little slut… I'm almost there…" Ahri moaned out. Xayah shuddered as the words cooly rolled off Ahri's tongue, she could sense the immense gratification in Ahri's voice and it only served to spur her on, to try harder and finish her off, to finally receive her own reward for a job well done. The audible slurping sounds increased in volume and her sexual onslaught continued, up and down, left and right, a lick here and a suckle there, her tongue fiercely looking for that sweet spot to bring Ahri to a quaking orgasm. Ahri's breaths grew short and ragged as she approached the precipice, the tingling sensation now stronger than ever. Then it happened. Ahri's eyes clamped shut as she threw her head back, her body arching backwards and convulsing wildly as the strongest orgasm of her life swept through her.

"Uuuuuuunnnggghhh yeeeeesss… Aaaaahhh…" Ahri's mind wrapped itself in a white hazy lust while her grip remained firm, binding Xayah's face to her roughly bucking hips as she attempted to ride out every last wave of euphoria. She twitched in place, moaning out incessantly as the pleasure just kept coming, paying no heed to her near drowning servant below. Xayah sputtered as her face was doused in the vaginal honey, weakly attempting to back away, but to no avail whatsoever. For what felt like hours, she was forced to endure it as Ahri rode out her sexual high. Feeling Ahri's vice-like grip suddenly relaxed, Xayah pried her face away from the gushing legs of her captor, chest heaving as her lungs eagerly drew in every bit of air they could.

"Oh my… That was… Incredible… I think we're going to get along… Just fine, my pet." She huffed out between breaths. The praise went in one ear and out the other as Xayah's gaze honed in on Ahri's face, the look on the fox woman's visage said everything she wanted to hear. The tingling in her loins was now stronger than ever, the anticipation for a reward was at an all-time high and she simply squirmed in place just thinking about it. Ahri casually reached forward and placed a hand on Xayah's shoulder, gently leaning into her and pushing her backwards until she sat on her knees in an upright position. She snatched up the riding crop and fumblingly stood herself up, legs visibly quaking, peering down at the pleading face of the gorgeous rebel.

"Ahhh, you did much better than expected, are you sure you're with the right person, you little whore?" Xayah's face remained stagnant, practically unphased by any word at this point as the pleasure-seeking fire in her core burned with a renewed vigor. The heat was all that enveloped her mind, it needed to be doused quickly before it drove her to the brink of sanity. Her silent response was all Ahri needed to confirm what she already suspected; she was nearly in full control now, the young and needy woman more than willing to do anything she had asked. Ahri slowly paced around the frozen avian and watched the subtle writhing of the helpless girl, she was truly desperate and doing everything she could to prevent the overwhelming sensations from bubbling over.

"I suppose you're looking for your reward then, hmm? After all, you did such a wonderful job that I think my pet deserves a treat…" Xayah's mouth curled into a grateful smile as she soaked in the words, she was beyond ready to submit and be rid of this aching sensation.

THWAP! She went wide-eyed and grit her teeth as a stinging pain suddenly coursed through her backside. Ahri's visage contorted into a wicked grin as she watched the young girl stifle a pained gasp when the riding crop collided with her exposed ass.

THWAP! Another sharp swat rang out. Xayah's mouth dropped open, an assortment of unsavory words piling up at the forefront of her mind, but nothing came out. Instead, a lone tear formed in the corner of her eye as the surging pain amplified the heat dwelling within her. It certainly hurt, the welts left on her reddening cheeks weren't going to disappear anytime soon, but all of that was overshadowed by the increasingly lustful desire corrupting her mind. Ahri had dropped to her knees, a single hand softly caressing the Xayah's rotund butt, she leaned forward and hovered just above the young rebel's ear.

"But… Now that I think about it… I have a much better idea in mind… I don't think now's the time." Xayah's face faltered, a colossal dread filling her being as the very last thing she wanted to hear ran through her head.

"But… I-I did what you asked… I-" She stammered softly as she was abruptly cut off, another sharp stinging sensation washing over her backside once more as Ahri brought a heavy hand unto it.

"Mind your tongue. You will be rewarded for your dedication. Your mistress is a woman of her word, after all. You'll just have to wait a little while longer and the pleasure you'll get in return… Unimaginable. I promise you." The immense frustration nearly boiled over but before Xayah could utter a word of protest the living presence had vanished into thin air again, not a trace of the demoness to be found. While the foggy lust in Xayah's head had dissipated slightly, the ever present aching throb still persisted throughout her core, but she could coherently think once more. She rolled over onto her back, chest heaving, and stared blankly into the dimly lit ceiling of the wooden hollow, rationalizing and contemplating every feeling she had and experienced within the last hour. The guilt was still there, in the back of her mind, but it had been reduced to a mere footnote in comparison to the extraordinarily wondrous sensations the lewd seductress had forced her to witness.

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Three days later, back in Xayah's homestead…

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It had been another restless night for the young avian woman. In the couple's bed, Rakan seemingly passed out in no time at all, signaled solely by the light snoring that permeated the room. Xayah, on the other hand, hadn't been anywhere near as fortunate. With a nearly blank, dead-eyed stare, she gazed longingly at the dim, moonlit ceiling of the bedroom, silently squirming atop the blanket and against the nearly overwhelming twinge that was burning deep in her loins. Each of the last few days felt longer than the last and had been nothing short of torture for her, any opportunity she had to jump her lover she absolutely would, desperate to rid her clouded mind of the lustful haze Ahri had cast upon her. She had been on edge every minute of every day and no one seemed the wiser, simply thinking the pressure of the job was just running her ragged. Her eye twitched occasionally as she recalled every instance of her aggressively pleading with Rakan to maul her, he had been more than happy to oblige and as skilled as he may have been, something had changed. He managed to utterly rail her for what felt like hours on end, he would take her in every possible position, each and every one her favorites that he committed to memory, but it simply didn't matter, the ache lingered on.

Without so much as a whisper, Ahri had been radio silent for days now and Xayah couldn't wrap her mind around it.

_I don't understand… Her magic shouldn't still be affecting me, right? Is it… Is it just me? Is it Rakan? Maybe he's not as good as I remember… Maybe… I've been spoiled…? _

She slowly slipped a hand down her nude form, her fingertips gently grazing the budding nub of her throbbing pussy. Nothing. It was unbelievable. The intensity of her horniness was off the charts and yet, a touch from anything other than that demoness did absolutely nothing for her. Unsure of what to do, her eyes snapped shut as she brought her hands to her head, clutching her temples in sheer frustration. Getting off by any means necessary was all she could think about, her normally calm and collected mind now warped beyond recognition into something utterly perverse, yearning for a singular release. Suddenly, a muffled clatter echoed out through the room, startling Xayah out of her episode of self-pity. She propped herself up and peered over Rakan, eyes narrowing as she squinted through the shadows, eager to pinpoint the cause of the noise when a familiar warmth washed over the back of her neck.

Before she could yell anything out, her mouth was immediately covered by a familiar and sweet smelling hand which forcibly guided her head to the intruder's. Ahri was back, this time in her own home. Xayah's eyes went wide in fear, her lover was only inches away from the two, how could Ahri be so bold as to bring herself here? Rakan hadn't budged, the frantic rustling of the abrupt struggle next to him hadn't phased him in the slightest, much to Xayah's relief.

"Quiet, love. Wouldn't want any unwelcome trouble now, would we? Unless, of course, you're looking to break his heart." She whispered out, a playful sentiment layered into her voice. As Xayah's eyes adjusted to the shadow veiled figure, the hand was slowly retracted from her face. She was quick to notice Ahri was completely nude, her eyes trailing down the voluptuous woman and soaking in every detail of that body she was growing increasingly accustomed to. The long black hair, beautiful and ornately decorated face, the smooth, alabaster skin, the firm and sizable bust and… Xayah's eyes widened as her eyes wandered along her hips and came across something she hadn't seen before.

"Do you like it? I told you, I'm a woman of my word. If you want that reward, now's the only time I'm going to offer it." She whispered plainly. One of her hands dropped to her waist and slowly plodded along the blue-hued, gleaming phallus-like object jutting from her hips, sensually caressing it like it was the real thing.

"One of Piltover's wonderful creations, a hextoy made for lover's like us. Touch it, slut. You know you want to." She softly commanded. Without even thinking, Xayah reached forward and clutched the fat dildo. Unable to even wrap a single hand around it, she stared in awe as she pulled and squeezed at the imitation in an almost studious manner. The monster girth was firm, yet soft, and easily ten inches in length, if not for the color it would have easily passed for a real cock. Ahri simply gave a wicked sneer as she watched Xayah practically grovel at the toy lodged in her nethers.

"You poor little thing… You smell as if you've been trying to scratch that itch this entire time. Each step you took only made that pleasure feel farther away, didn't it? I told you I'd be the only one able to quell that desire and so, here I am… Now, beg for it." Xayah's face dropped as she turned to look at Rakan, a worried look soon washing over her visage. Protest came to mind as she laid eyes on him, but that familiar fuzziness enveloped her mind, reminding her that those lustful cravings needed to be satiated, that she wouldn't return to her normal self until she was satisfied.

"But… But here? Shouldn't we-"

"Beg for it. Now, or never." Ahri sharply cut her off. Xayah's lip trembled, the proposed risk sent shivers down her spine, she was already ashamed enough as it is to hide such a terrible secret from Rakan to begin with, but to commit to it in her own home? Right next to him? It induced a dread within her like no other, and yet… The throbbing in her core said otherwise.

"P-Please…" She quietly stammered.

"Please what?" Ahri coyly responded, her hand clasping onto Xayah's exploring digits. Xayah pulled her hand away and shifted her body to an upright sitting position towards Ahri before gently leaning back into the bed, her head resting just inches from her sleeping lover. She slipped her hands underneath her thighs and gripped them tightly, hesitantly prying her legs apart to reveal the already glistening snatch inbetween, much to Ahri's amusement. Xayah didn't want to admit it, but her drooling vagina spoke volumes. Consequences be damned.

"Please… Fuck me…" She murmured. Ahri turned her ear towards the avian woman, bringing a hand to her ear before leaning in.

"I don't think I heard you, what was that dear?"

"Please…! Fuck me…! I need it so fucking bad… Please! Put it in! I can't wait for it anymore!" The sincere pleading in her voice turned Ahri on to no end. Despite what Xayah wanted to believe, it hadn't been the magic at this point doing the work. Ahri absolutely loved it when her victims would finally cave of their own volition, desperately throwing their own moral principles out the window in the simple pursuit of forbidden desire. With one hand, Ahri clamped down on one of Xayah's spread legs and with the other she gripped the base of the bloated dildo and gracelessly guided it to Xayah's quivering lips.

"That's a good girl." And without another word, Ahri drove her hips forward, the fat cockhead of the dildo now pushing fervently on the slick lips of her desperate lover. This was it, the last grace Xayah had given herself in convincing that everything that took place before this wasn't completely immoral, had now crumbled. Someone else was inside her. Unfortunately, guilt and shame were nowhere to be found and instead, a raging inferno of wondrous desire encapsulated every fiber of her being as her most desperate and depraved wishes came to fruition. A wet squelching sound rang out as Xayah's nethers attempted to swallow the divine toy whole, each inch that sank into her massaging and caressing nerves she hadn't felt in forever.

Xayah had immediately brought a hand to her mouth to stifle the pleasured scream that attempted to escape her throat. Ahri just kept pushing herself in, inch after inch slowly being fed into the hungry snatch and it left Xayah a near drooling mess. Xayah couldn't explain it, nothing notably different was happening, the dildo may have been larger than her lover, but this feeling… It was incredible. Her whole body went rigid as it tried to process the overwhelming pleasure surging through her aching body. Ahri let out a soft moan as the last inch was finally buried inside the young rebel. They were now one, their hips crudely mashed together in a secret union of taboo love. Xayah was seeing stars, not a single care in the world as a feeling fullness welled up inside of her. That craving she yearned for weeks on end now, was finally here and she couldn't be happier. Ahri unceremoniously withdrew her hips, Xayah's pussy reflexively squeezing and gripping the monstrous phallus in an effort to keep it within. The vulpine seductress leaned forward, hands collapsing on either side of her lover's shoulders as she stared deeply into the flushed face of the gasping rogue.

With a soft bite of her lip, Ahri clamped her eyes shut and thrust her face forward, planting her pouting lips squarely into Xayah's trembling mouth. The bird woman snapped out of her lustful trance as Ahri's soft visage eclipsed her immediate sight, her eyes going half-lidded as she felt the demoness' wet tongue slither its way back into her mouth. She returned the favor in an enthusiastic and unabashed lust, their tongues rolled off one another's, each one eagerly trying to wrestle the other into complete submission. As the deep and loving kiss continued, Ahri bucked her hips forward, the phallus once again burying itself in heavenly recess, putting Ahri at an advantage in their kissing match. Xayah faltered as that feeling of fullness surged through her again, Ahri managing to pin her tongue down before pulling back, a thin wisp of saliva trailing between the two mouths as a wet pop rang out.

Ahri's hips had a mind of their own at this point as they constantly bucked back and forth, recklessly stuffing every inch of girth she had into the quivering mess beneath her. Xayah's needy and lustful gasps filled the air, each only getting louder and louder as the Ahri ruthlessly mashed herself into her. It was a miracle Rakan hadn't budged yet, not even so much as an inch, but it didn't matter to Xayah anymore. The fire in her core was building to an unprecedented level as Ahri pummeled her, the precipice of orgasm finally approaching at an alarming pace.

"Tell him. Tell your man-thing how much better I am for you. Tell him his cock simply can't compare." Ahri huffed out, an increasingly wicked tone dripping off each word.

"You're…" The guilt that was quietly tucked away showcased itself one last time before Ahri struck a particularly sensitive spot in her overdriven slit. She greedily moaned out in response, simply shrugging off the shame she just felt.

"You're better than he is… Your cock… Your lips… Your touch… I want it… I need more of it… Please!" Ahri's lips curled into a sinful sneer as she happily obliged, she doubled her efforts and her hips started moving at a near blur. She savagely hammered into the lithe rebel, eager to reach as far into her as she possibly could, the impact of her hips on Xayah's jiggling ass ringing out a wet slapping sound with each thrust. The lewd symphony of sounds permeating the room reached a breaking point however when, out of the corner of Ahri's eye, she spotted Rakan shuffling in his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open in a sleepy daze.

"Uh oh, love… Look who's finally waking up…" Ahri playfully called out. Xayah should have been worried, any shameful reaction would have been expected upon hearing those words. Instead, it tipped the tides, the feelings deep in her core suddenly boiled over and a violent orgasm ripped through her body, every muscle seized briefly before convulsing in an almost vicious manner. Her back arched as her quaking body trembled mightily, total euphoric bliss finally finding purchase in her sexually deprived mind.

"UUUUUNNNGGGHHH, YEEEEESSS… YEEES!" Xayah screamed out, leaving no question as to how she felt about the situation. Pleasure racked her body to such an intense degree that she nearly blacked out, her mind seemingly frozen and inadvertently shielding itself from any prying perspectives. Beyond satisfied with her handiwork, Ahri blew Rakan a kiss as he stared wide-eyed at the wild display before him. He found himself unable to move, nor talk, he could only stare completely mortified as the love of his life sat in front of him, a broken, yet incredibly satisfied look on her face as she was impaled on this fox's fake cock. Tears of bliss formed in the corners of Xayah's eyes as her gaze was drawn to her husband's distraught face.

There was nothing left for her here, Xayah's mind was finally fully encapsulated by the lusty fog she earnestly fought against in the beginning. She didn't want a life here, constantly scrambling for safety, worrying about whether or not she'd see the light of another day. She wanted the electrifying touch of a goddess, to soothe her aches and pains anytime she had them, to satisfy her unending yearnings for highly pleasurable and immoral taboos. The Xayah that Rakan knew was gone and was now replaced with a loyal and subservient pet to this foul temptress.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll be sure to take good care of her from now on."