Vayne's eyelids felt like they were made from lead. She could hardly open them and even then her eyesight was blurry. Vayne's breathing was harsh and slow, and her stomach lurched with sudden pain as she shifted to sit up. Damn it all, it hurts to move. She felt like she was going to be sick… Vayne swallowed the excess spit in her mouth and attempted to move her arms.

Something heavy, heavier than even how her body was feeling right now, was wrapped around both of her wrists. Confusion filled her brain when she realized she was tied down. Alarm followed close behind. Vayne struggled to keep her eyes open and break free from whatever was binding her. Her breathing grew quick and ragged with exertion as she struggled but after a few seconds, she realized it was pointless. She doubted she could break out of anything in her current state. Her body was just too weak. Vayne tried to clear her head and relax. Panicking wouldn't help anyone.

The marksman's eyebrows furrowed as she slowly absorbed her surroundings. Where am I? The room was decked out in Noxian colors. Beautiful portraits and intricate furniture seemed to cover every inch of the room. Vayne herself was splayed out on a rather soft, warm bed. Despite that, she didn't exactly feel warm. Looking at her own body she realized why. Vayne was wearing nothing but a pair of simple, black boxer briefs.

What in the world!? Horrified, Vayne's struggle began anew but it was just as pointless as before. Her wrists were bound by tight metal shackles and her ankles were in the same condition at the foot of the bed. How did I end up here? Vayne forced herself to try and remember but everything from the previous night was a blur. She remembered a tavern. A soft, warm hand on hers. Gentle lips grazing hers.

Vayne's thoughts were interrupted by a loud click and her gaze flicked to the door of the mysterious bedroom. Her stomach sunk into the abyss. Even powerless as she was now Vayne still attempted to keep her expression steady and calm as a very familiar woman approached her. Damn it all, anyone but Leblanc...

A lace corset was tied tight around the Trickster's luscious chest. Made of dyed, red silk with black roses embroidered in the material. It displayed a dangerous amount of cleavage which Vayne had to force herself to look away from. Leblanc's breasts were ridiculously large, practically bursting out of her lingerie. Vayne wondered what they would feel like in her hands if she were to grab them. From the look of them, they'd feel deliciously firm with a slight suppleness.

A hot throb began to build between Vayne's legs as she raked her eyes up and down the Noxian's womanly body. Her gaze lingered on Leblanc's panties. A matching set with the corset, red with black fabric roses scattered across the lace here and there. What soon captured Vayne's attention was the fact that Leblanc was ridiculously wet. Vayne could see the slickness of arousal on her thighs, glistening like honey and probably just as sweet. The dull throb between Vayne's legs spiked in intensity.

The Demacian attempted to force her filthy thoughts away, averting her eyes from Leblanc's body. "...W-What is the meaning of this, Leblanc?" she demanded, voice shrill and panicked. Leblanc noticed her distress and smirked, her plump and painted lips twisting upward victoriously. Vayne shuddered with a mixture of dread and desire and plastered on a feigned calm expression.

Like a snake slithering toward its prey, Leblanc climbed onto the bed. She crawled at a leisurely pace, trailing her sharp and manicured nails along the Demacian's bare leg the entire time. Her expression was seductive, her lips slightly parted and slick with saliva, eyes glittering with mischief.

"Surprised to see me?" Leblanc purred softly, her knee sliding up the inside of Vayne's right thigh. The Demacian failed to suppress a gasp as Leblanc's bare knee reached her painfully stiff erection. The caress sent a pulse of pleasure up from the shaft, and she felt it throb with eagerness. A little sigh fell from her lips completely unbidden. It took all Vayne's strength not to come then and there like the virgin she was.

Leblanc licked her lips as she gazed at the twitching bulge in Vayne's briefs. Her expression was akin to that of a cat hunting a mouse. "You like what you see," Leblanc cooed in a matter-of-fact tone, slipping her hand along Vayne's other thigh, sinfully close to Vayne's crotch.

Vayne fisted the blankets beneath her, struggling and failing to hold back a groan of disappointment as the Deceiver's warm hands teasingly brushed right past her cock and onto her belly, avoiding the straining shaft entirely. "You're so cute," Leblanc whispered, rubbing her knee up and down Vayne's thigh, invoking shudders from the bound woman. There was a strange kind of twisted affection in Leblanc's golden eyes. "Your thing is so hard, Vayne," She whispered softly, and then giggled deviously as if she had said something amusing.

"Stop touching me and explain yourself," Vayne demanded, struggling to compose herself. She was terribly horny, and her cock was twitching, desperate for contact and sensing it was close.

Leblanc did not explain herself. She just smirked insidiously as she reached up and gently squeezed Vayne's cock, rubbing it over the thin cloth briefs. Vayne shivered and twitched, unconsciously spreading her thighs apart, desperate for more contact. When she realized what she'd done, Vayne was horrified and visibly so. Gazing deep into Vayne's eyes, Leblanc whimpered softly. It was an unrestrained sound of pure desire. She lovingly pressed her cheek against Vayne's aching shaft now, like a cat nuzzling its owner.

"Your body is so honest, Vayne. That's what I love about you."

The sensation coupled with Leblanc's intimate, sensual words was just too much. Even Vayne's legendary, sure-as-steel self-control had its limits! She bucked her hips and gasped, embarrassment flooding her when she realized she'd just shoved her clothed crotch into Leblanc's face. "Leblanc, stop! I said explain yourself. Damn it!"

"Like I said, so honest…" Leblanc whispered, completely ignoring Vayne's words. The Night Hunter screeched like a banshee as Leblanc slid Vayne's undergarments down her long, toned legs. "Smells so good." The Demacian's cheeks reddened as Leblanc loudly breathed in the scent of Vayne's now uncovered cock.

"What are you doing, you vulgar slut?" Vayne snapped. This woman had no right being so seductive. Why did Vayne have to take pleasure from this? She should have been horrified!

Still, Leblanc ignored her. Pleasure exploded in Vayne's belly as Leblanc's nails teasingly trailed up Vayne's aching shaft, before wrapping around the head. Pre-cum glistened on the tip, and Leblanc licked her lips at the sight. She jerked her hand up and down the length of Vayne's cock, gaze locked on Vayne's face. Leblanc's eyeshadow and black eyeliner making her golden gaze smolder even more…

"Fuck," Vayne whispered, hips bucking against her will. The hunter's head was all foggy. Leblanc just felt so damn good. Even just her hands…

"Want me to suck on your cock," Leblanc asked softly, teasingly swirling her finger around the tip of Vayne's cock. The trickster's amber gaze was bright, impossible to look away from. Vayne tried to make her mouth say no. Instead, she just groaned like a brain-dead imbecile. Honestly, she wanted this badly.

She was an exceptional huntress but when it came to matters of the heart and flesh she was a complete and utter failure. Despite being in her mid-twenties, Vayne had never had sex before. In the past, she'd developed feelings for some of her fellow hunters, but she never knew how to approach those girls. And the bastard organ between her legs made her life even harder. It always reacted at the wrong times, made a fool out of her. Just like it was doing right now.

Vayne closed her eyes and tried to steady her thoughts. She managed to get some coherent words out. "I want you to… explain your actions...that's what I want. I-I don't want your filthy hands anywhere near me… not to mention your mouth."

It was a lie, and they both knew it. Even so, Vayne was not the type of person to allow an enemy of her country, a known menace, touch her just because she was horny. She was a Night Hunter. A Demacian. She would not be undone so easily. Her voice became a little firmer now. "I want to know how I got here, where here is in the first place."

"That would destroy the mystery. My dear, just be honest with yourself." Leblanc stared up at Vayne with expectancy in her eyes. When all she received was a glare and a "hmmph", Leblanc sighed wistfully. She released her hold on Vayne's erect cock and straddled her lap. Now, instead of the insistent stroking of delicate hands, a wet panty-clad crotch was sliding across Vayne's shaft and grinding into it instead. The moist material rubbed pleasantly against Vayne's cock, occasionally catching on the glans. Every roll of Leblanc's hip created a delicious friction that made Vayne's head swim and fireworks shoot across her vision.

"I'll explain some things. Like how…there was no foul play on my end, my love." Vayne fought to focus on the words being whispered in her ear. The soft, pleasant warmth of Leblanc's breath on her ear only made things worse. "You drank, a lot, you hit on me, and best of all you almost had your naughty little way with me. All of that happened last night."

"Y-You're lying."

I couldn't have. I never drink to excess. Lucian wouldn't have let me, for one. And two, I know when I'm getting tipsy and I never let myself go past that point. I have maybe one cup of ale, and then I'm done. I have no doubt Leblanc drugged it or used magic to compel me to get drunk. If any of this is even true…

"I assure you, I'm telling you the truth. A majority of what I say is a lie, but I would never lie to you. I brought you back here because I couldn't just leave you on your own. Who knows what someone could do to you!? So cute and defenseless…" Leblanc made a little gasping noise as if the mere thought of Vayne getting preyed upon was horrifying to her. The smirk on her mouth was a stark contrast to her words. She didn't really care, or perhaps she did, and she had an odd way of showing it. Either way, Vayne was sure this was all bullshit.

"What another person would do to me can't be worse than this," Vayne muttered bitterly, straining slightly against her metal bonds. Leblanc shifted her hips, ground her crotch into Vayne's cock, moaning and giggling with delight when Vayne gasped in pleasure.

"I assure you, it could be much worse. But if you're going to continue being disagreeable...I'll have to make you honest. We're going to go so much further than this." Leblanc leaned over Vayne, "But first…let's get that virgin cock of yours ready."

"V…virgin," she hissed out. "Who…where did you learn that?" Vayne felt beyond embarrassed. Leblanc winked and licked her lips.

"You told me last night, Shauna sweetheart," her teeth knocked along Vayne's neck. Vayne jerked at the sound of her name, a gasp spilling from her. It'd been so long since she'd been called Shauna…and hearing it fall from these plump, painted lips was enough to make her almost burst then and there. Leblanc's fingers grazed her nipples, before thumbing over the tips. The Demacian panted at the sensation, her belly burning with the threat of an orgasm.

"You told me you wanted me to be gentle since…it was your first time." Leblanc snickered, then licked at the spot she had been biting. Vayne was stuck between moaning for more and smacking herself for her horrible conduct the previous night. "I figured I should wait until you were conscious to pop that cherry. I want you to remember. Know it was me who rode you until you exploded. Know it was me that you pumped full of Demacian seed." She laughed again. Vayne avoided her gaze. She felt appreciative in a way.

Even so, how could she do this to her nation? To herself? She clenched her fists. Leblanc turned her face to her. Her yellow eyes looked luminescent.

"Have you ever done anything with that beautiful beast between your legs, Shauna? Anything at all? Or shall I take all your firsts?"

"It's none of your business," Vayne muttered slowly, firmly. Leblanc pursed her lips and bounced lightly, earning a strangled gasp.

I want to fuck her. Vayne squeezed her eyes shut, determined to keep up her mental barrier. It shattered when Leblanc moaned, her name to be more specific. Vayne dug her nails into the mattress and stared at the other woman.

Leblanc's breasts were so round, Vayne wanted to cup them in her hands, feel them as she thrust inside the Noxian trickster's cunt. She bit into her bottom lip. "I've never done anything with it before…"

Leblanc smirked. "Oh? That explains why you know how to jerk yourself off so well," she cooed in a loving tone, curling her body into Vayne's, their breasts crushing together. "You've had years to practice and learn your own body. Haven't you, my lonely little Demacian lover?" Said Demacian's brows lowered and knit together. She stared into the other woman's golden orbs with her own cold blue.

"You assume I masturbate frequently?"

Leblanc's twisted little smile appeared again. "I know you 'masturbate frequently'. I've watched and waited for an ideal opportunity to strike. Last night seemed as good as any. You were so desperate for physical attention, a kiss. And more." Vayne nearly groaned again as those large breasts rubbed into her chest. She had always been into tits. She squeezed her eyes shut.

She couldn't deny that she wanted this. How many nights had she spent desperately jerking her hand up and down her shaft in an attempt to mimic a woman, trying to imagine what being inside a pussy would feel like? Vayne trembled and strained against her cuffs, desperate for release. In more ways than one.

"Uh uh uh. You're mine. Stop struggling, you won't escape." Leblanc purred, reprimanding Vayne as if she was a small child, finger wiggling.

Vayne stared into Leblanc's eyes and narrowed her own. "Let me go, Noxian whore. I'm no use tied up like this."

Leblanc smirked. "Oh my, you want control, do you? No can do. I'm in charge, and it's going to stay that way. Maybe if you'd been honest sooner I would have let you have your way with me but it's too late for that."

Vayne's heart sunk. She licked her dry lips as Leblanc slid her panties off slowly, giving Vayne quite the show. When Leblanc's underwear was finally off she spread her thighs apart and wrapped her fingers around her pussy lips. Then, much to Vayne's excitement, the Trickster spread the silken petals of her womanhood seductively, teasingly. The Night Hunter's breath hitched as she stared at the glistening, salmon-colored folds...She wanted to shove her fingers, cock, tongue, anything into that tight, sopping wet hole.

She clenched her fists and teeth tightly together. She wanted to fuck Leblanc. Plain and simple. Vayne struggled against her bonds one last time before she slumped, and squeezed her eyes shut. This isn't how I dreamed it would be. I should be slamming into her, fucking her filthy cunt like the whore she is…damn it!

Her eyes snapped open when she felt something soft and wet, she glanced down. Leblanc's lips were partially spread, her mouth dangerously close to the throbbing organ between Vayne's legs. Leblanc's face was a mask of seduction as she gazed up at Vayne, smiling sweetly. "Want me to use my mouth, my love?"

Vayne didn't reply at first, she simply glared. How dare this woman treat her like this? Leblanc should be the one tied up, begging for the Night Hunter's cock in her mouth. Then Vayne's lips curled into a sneer. "Do as you please, you whore." Leblanc cocked her head, then gently feathered kisses up the Demacian's stiff shaft.

"Normally I would punish someone so insolent but you smell and look so tasty," She emphasized her words by running her tongue across the seeping head of Vayne's cock, "mmm, so I think I will…" Leblanc moaned with delight as she lapped up Vayne's precum.

Bliss poured into the virgin. Vayne groaned and her hips jerked as Leblanc rested the flat of her tongue along her cock and began to lap at her gently. Meanwhile, her fingers began fondling Vayne's sack, rolling the orbs gently in her soft fingers. Tingling heat spread along Vayne's entire penis and stomach. Everything was so warm and wet... Leblanc jerked her hand up and down Vayne's length along with her tongue, creating a flurry of sensations. Soft skin and wet, warm tongue…

Vayne's eyes rolled to the back of her head. This slow and gentle pace threatened to drive her mad. She wanted to come... The Night Hunter cried out as the Deceiver opened her lips, and slid the tip of Vayne's cock into her mouth. Leblanc's hand pumped insistently up and down her shaft, and Vayne felt an itch deep in her groin. The promise of an orgasm…

The Demacian's mouth watered excessively, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. She whimpered very softly. Meanwhile, Leblanc flicked her tongue along Vayne's glans and across the slit. Noisily slurping up whatever moisture seeped from the tip. Vayne couldn't take it anymore.

Vayne groaned as pleasure surged through her entire body and shivers tore down her spine. Her vision went white and black as she came, an explosion of seed surging into the other woman's mouth in great quantity. Vayne's nails dug into the blankets, her back curled. Leblanc continued sucking throughout her entire orgasm, noisily sucking down Vayne's seed. As if she was hungry for it.

"Mmm, so much delicious cum," Leblanc whispered, "such a good girl. Keep coming for me." Another spurt shot from Vayne's cock as Leblanc sucked on her head, hard, as if demanding more semen. Her hips bucked and her mouth fell open.

She's milking my cock for all it's worth... Leblanc pulled away and began giggling almost madly, her delicate hand covering her mouth.

"That was all it took!? One little jerk and a bit of oral and you're gone? You are very impressive, Night Hunter," Leblanc mocked, eyes practically glowing. Her hand played with Vayne's spent cock, teasing the flesh. "Limp. Get hard again. Get hard for me Shauna." As if responding to Leblanc's demanding words, Vayne's cock twitched weakly. But that was it. Leblanc frowned.

"S-Sorry…" Vayne whispered, horrified and ashamed.

Leblanc gazed into her eyes. For a moment, she was silent. Then, she smiled and crawled up the embarrassed hunter's frame. She stopped when her knees rested on either side of Vayne's head. "Since I couldn't sit on your cock I'll have to do something else. Let's hope you perform better…"

Vayne's eyes widened. Not only could the Night Hunter smell Leblanc, a musky and thick scent she wouldn't soon forget, she could also see everything. Much closer now. Leblanc's completely shaved pussy was sobbing, folds petaled open. Her cunt was desperate to be filled, Leblanc's clit swollen and peaking from its hood.

When Vayne said nothing, Leblanc sat on her face. Not one to be denied clearly. Vayne had no choice but to lick. Not that she didn't want to. Vayne opened her mouth and ran her tongue across Leblanc's slit. Her pussy had a strange taste. Sweet, with a tinge of salt and sourness. Vayne decided she liked it…In fact, the more she licked it up the more the taste grew on her.

Vayne ran her tongue up and down the Deceiver's dripping slit, gathering up the juices she found there.

"M-My clit. Suck on my clit, my adorable little slave." Leblanc's back arched as Vayne obeyed. "V-Vayne, you're doing so good. Good girl, good girl!" Leblanc's hips rocked, juices smearing across Vayne's chin and cheeks. "More of that. Be rougher with my clit! Make me feel good!" The Demacian, encouraged, began to suck on the Deceiver clit. The plump flesh swelled in her mouth, and she flicked the nub over and over. She sucked on it hard, earning a high-pitched scream and desperate jerk of Leblanc's hips. Vayne could get addicted to this. These flavors, these sounds, these sensations…

She practically growled when the Noxian pulled away. Leblanc's entire body was glistening with sex-sweat, hair mussed and face flushed with pleasure. Her golden eyes flickered to Vayne's face, her smirk returning. "Don't fret, my lovely little pet. It's your cocks turn to taste my pussy. Afterall, you're nice and hard again."

She was right. Vayne's cock was sticking straight up. The hunter was so distracted by the taste of Leblanc she hadn't even noticed her erection. "Licking my cunny perked you right up didn't it?" Vayne didn't even bother disagreeing. Why bother when the Deceiver's words were true? Leblanc wasted no time. Straddling Vayne's cock, Leblanc spread her pussy and sat down on Vayne's straining cock.

Vayne penetrated her slowly but steadily. Her cock spread the wet folds, and Leblanc's sticky fluids clung to the flesh of Vayne's dick, strings of it sticking down her thighs. Vayne couldn't even speak, not to mention think. Nothing could have possibly prepared her for this pleasure. It was heavenly hell! Leblanc was unbearably tight. Unbearably warm. Unbearably wet.

Leblanc's palms rested on the Demacian's muscle-knotted abdomen, running up and down it. "How does my pussy feel, my love?"

Vayne's sputtered, unable to speak. Leblanc pouted and cupped her cheek. "Tell me or I won't fuck you."

"A-Am I...your slave or your love?"

Apparently, Leblanc hadn't expected that response. She giggled. "Both of course. My slave. My pet. Who I love very much." It wasn't possible that Leblanc loved her, but the words felt so good anyways…

Vayne wet her lips. "Your pussy feels… so good, Leblanc. Please move. Please let me feel more."

Leblanc's warm smile was genuine. There wasn't a trace of insidiousness or sinister intent within it. "Such a good pet...I'll reward you." She pushed herself down, her folds enveloping the entire length of Vayne's cock. Vayne had to bite her lip to stop herself from coming again...Leblanc moaned with delight as she began to ride Vayne, sliding up and down the length of her cock with ease. It had felt like heaven entering, yet the increased tenfold the second Leblanc began to move. Vayne's eyes shot wide as Leblanc's tight pussy clung to her shaft, inner walls convulsing and tugging at Vayne's member. Leblanc's pussy made a sticky mess out of her cock, coating the entire member...

"Oh fuuuuck," Leblanc trembled as the tip of Vayne's cock reached the entrance to her womb. The trickster's bliss was obvious. She was drooling proudly, smiling like a madwoman. "Your dick is pushing so deep inside me. This lovely, hungry, virgin cock...I love it!" Leblanc cried loudly, digging her nails into Vayne's shoulders. Vayne's face was hot from all the praise. Her orgasm was so close, but she willed it back. She had to make Leblanc come. Wanted to. What was am I going to tell Lucian about this?

How did she explain that she had been ridden by their enemy? That she enjoyed it? Vayne decided she'd say nothing. She'd say nothing about this molten heaven that was squeezing desperately around her dick. "Vayne, Vayne!" The Noxian bounced, hands on her abs still, her hips jerking up and down desperately. "Yes Vayne, harder, yes!" Leblanc reached up and began to cup and squeeze her own breasts through her top. "Yes! Fuck-"

Vayne wanted to, but she could hold back no more. Vayne let out one last, desperate cry and felt her member pulse...and then she was a goner. She heard Leblanc moan loudly, scream almost. Sobbing with pleasure, Vayne painted the Deceiver's inner walls and womb with thick ropes of cum. Even after Vayne came, Leblanc continued to ride Vayne desperately. Lost in her own pace, her hip motions animalistic and hungry.

"Yes! Come inside me! Fill me full of thick, Demacian seed!" Leblanc screamed. "Your cock is mine! You're mine... Say it!" Vayne whimpered, another orgasm rushing through her. She didn't know she was capable of coming so much...Leblanc's nails dug into her skin. Pain coupled with pleasure. "Saaaay it," Leblanc demanded with a needy whine.

"I-I'm yours," Vayne whispered.

Leblanc shrieked like a banshee as she came. Her pussy flooded and juices gushed down Vayne's cock...It felt so damn good! The delicious, pulsing squeeze of Leblanc's pussy forced a third orgasm out of the Night Hunter. Her pussy was milking her dry, squeezing every drop of cum out of her cock! Wave upon wave upon wave of bliss slammed into Vayne. Leblanc was stiff, shuddering above her, biting her bottom lip while her fingers desperately played with own clit, drawing out her orgasm. They both slumped at the same time, bodies unbelievably weak and hot. Vayne felt like she was floating, dizzy with pleasure…

"You're mine," Leblanc cooed, palming Vayne's breast, a glee-filled smile on her face. "I stole your virginity. You're all mine." Vayne opened her mouth to protest but Leblanc interrupted her with a hard kiss. Their lips pressed together hard, and Vayne moaned when Leblanc's tongue slipped between her lips. Their tongues rolled together. Leblanc's mouth was sweet and hot...her lips were plump and soft...Vayne leaned in for a deeper kiss and in response, Leblanc pulled away.

"You love my kiss... don't you, my sweet little pet?"

Vayne panted, unable to form words...She could hardly think. Leblanc pulled a key out from between her breasts and unlocked Vayne's cuffs. Then, she got up and as if this exchange had been nothing and had no effect on her, the Deceiver began to walk away. She stopped right before she reached the doorway of the bedroom. Turned to look at Vayne over her shoulder with a sweet, hungry smile.

"You're mine now. Your cock. Your heart. All of you. If you want to see me again...leave a black rose on your windowsill. And I'll come for you…" Then, Leblanc was gone.

Vayne sat up quickly, attempting to get up. She slumped against the bed. Her knees felt like jelly. "N…Noxian whore," she called after the woman, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to stay awake. She was beyond tired...and there was no chance of catching up to Leblanc now.

For a while, Vayne did nothing. Just caught her breath and rested in bed. When she finally had enough energy, Vayne found her clothes. They were folded up neatly on a chair near the bed. She pulled them on, along with her boots and cape, eyes squeezing shut.

The Night Hunter was on the way out the door when she noticed a writing desk. She walked over to it slowly. Vayne's thoughts raced. She hadn't been able to say goodbye, and that stung for some reason. She hesitated but decided what she wanted to do. Vayne picked up a quill and wrote a note on some parchment paper.

This can't happen again. Goodbye, Noxian whore.

She set the quill down. Then, Leblanc's beautiful face and her sweet smile flashed in Vayne's mind again. She picked up the quill again.

Thank you.

Vayne fastened her cloak, turned away from the note, and left.