Lusty Ionian Butler Ch. 20

After hearing a knock at the door, Ren looked to Ashe in bewilderment. "Are we expecting guests?"

"You're asking me?" she replied.

"May as well take a look. Let's be careful though. The more people we get here, the more attention it draws to us. If the League were to come…"

"I know," Ashe whispered. "They'd take us all away from each other. Don't worry. That's not going to happen. I won't let it."

The two shared a smile, before heading down the stairs to the front door. Again, the knocking came. "League of Legends, open up." A voice called from the other side. Immediately, panic ran through Ren's spine. All of his worst fears began to bubble forth.

"What are we going to do?" he whispered to his wife shakily.

"Answer the door, obviously," she told him. "If we don't they'll just come in anyway, and then we'll really be in trouble."

Ren hesitated but he knew she was right. Grabbing the door handle, he pulled it open to reveal a man and a woman. The man had long brown hair pulled into a ponytail that ran down his back. On his hip was a sword, with glowing runes that looked to be made of stone. On his wrist was a bracelet with matching etchings as well.

The woman beside him was absolutely beautiful. Possibly even more so than his Mistress. In addition to having a divine figure, she had two furry triangular ears that sprouted from her head, and nine luxurious white tails that blossomed around her like a fluffy halo. "H-h-hello?" he stammered. "Can I help you?"

"Sorry to bother you. We've had reports of champions of Ionia going missing, and some evidence leads them here. Is Syndra home? We have some questions for her," the man said.

"Kal?" Ashe asked, poking her head out.

"Ashe?"

"Oh my Gods! Kal, I haven't seen you in so long!" she cried, rushing out of the palace and throwing her arms around him tightly. "How are you? Are things going okay? I heard that you got a new champion. Who is it?"

Ahri cleared her throat beside him. "Hey, Ashe," she waved.

"Ahri," she beamed, hugging her as well. "You look absolutely wonderful. I'm so sorry about what happened last time we met. I really didn't mean it."

"I know," she replied hugging her back. "I went through it, too. I'm just glad you're back to normal now. Are you safe?"

"Oh, yes. That reminds me, here, let me introduce you to my husband." Ashe wrapped her arm around Ren's pulling him outside, unable to stop smiling. "Kal, Ahri, this is my husband Ren. Ren, this is Kal and his wife, Ahri. Kal was my pupil when he was going through the Summoner education program when he was just fifteen."

"It's nice to meet you," the man, Kal, said, offering Ren his hand.

Relieved that Ashe knew these two, Ren gladly shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Kal. Actually you came at a most opportune time. There was something of an accident, and Syndra hasn't...been herself. Think you could help?"

"I can certainly try my best," Kal agreed. "Do you mind if my wife takes a look around?"

Again, Ren was hesitant. Ashe quickly stepped in though. "I'll give her a tour," she said. "You take Kal to the study to see if he can help Syndra."

"So, how's married life?" Ashe asked the vixen as they strode through the hall. "Hard to believe you settled down."

The fox blushed slightly. "What can I say? Kal's got me collared." Her hand caressed her stomach, only barely bulging with child. "I must admit, being pregnant is a new experience as well. I never thought it'd make me so...hungry."

"Hungry?" Ashe repeated in confusion.

"For Kal," Ahri clarified, causing the archer to giggle. "What about you? I didn't expect to find you here. How in the world did you get married to Syndra's butler?"

The former queen of the Freljord scratched her head, trying to find a good way to explain. "It's a long story. Basically, he saved my life. Lissandra captured me after she defeated the Avarosan. Originally, she kept me as a trophy to show off to her troops. I hated it so much. But Ren...well, he taught me that my life wasn't over yet. He trained me to be a better servant, and when Lissandra turned on Syndra she…" Ashe's words trailed off, realizing that she may have spoken too much. "Syndra took me on as another servant," she corrected. "I fell in love with Ren, and our Mistress gave me permission to wed him, so I did."

"Have you ever thought about going back?" Ahri asked. "I mean, with our pull from the League, we could probably make her let you go."

Ashe quickly shook her head. "No, no. I couldn't do that. The Freljord is finally at peace. Even if I did leave, I'd have to fight Syndra for it. I couldn't do that to Ren or my people."

Suddenly, the fox stopped. Her head tilted into the air and she sniffed. There was a scent coming from somewhere that she couldn't describe. What it was, she didn't know, but Gods it was making her so horny.

Her tails whipped around her as she tightened her thighs a little more. Already her panties were soaked with arousal. If her husband had been there, she'd probably have even thrown him to the ground and had her way with him right there.

"Ahri, are you feeling okay?"

"Y-yeah," she stammered, her cheeks burning. "Sorry. Hormones. It's made me insatiable. Honestly, I just want to get this over with so Kal and I can go home. Ugh...this is going to drive me crazy."

"Well, follow me, I'll introduce you to Ren's daughter."

"You had a daughter, too?" Ahri asked.

"Oh, no. Not mine," Ashe replied. "Well...sort of. I like to think of her as my stepdaughter, but she was born from one of Ren's past relationships." Stopping at the door, she knocked on it. "Sofia? Irelia? We have a guest, so please clean up, okay?"

"Irelia is here?" the vixen asked in surprise. "I was wondering where she went off to."

"She's also one of Syndra's servants."

"I see."

When the door swung open, Ahri saw Irelia, completely nude with a collar around her neck. The leather leash attached to it ran between her massive tits; the biggest pair Ahri had ever seen on a human.

In her arms was a young girl, probably eighteen or nineteen, also nude. Her breasts were probably about a 'C' cup, still plump but not nearly as massive. Her lips were wrapped around one of Irelia's nipples, and she was slurping hungrily from her.

Ahri's ears twitched as she looked to Ashe who stood smiling politely. Does she not see what I'm seeing? Gods, how hormonal am I?! "Sofia, come say hi to Miss Ahri," Ashe instructed. "Her husband is one of my close friends."

"So?" Sofia grumbled.

The archer put her hands on her hips. "Sofia, be polite."

"You're not my Mommy! You can't tell me what to do," she argued. When her eyes fell on Ahri though, they grew twice as large. "Oh! She's so pretty!" The young eighteen year old ran up to her and threw her arms around the fox. "Hello! My name is Sofia. My Mommy is a table, and Ren is my daddy. I'm also Miss Irelia's pupil! She's teaching me to be a good little slut."

Ahri's ear twitched again in bewilderment. Her friend still hadn't reacted at all to anything the younger girl said. "That's...wonderful," she commented, clearly taken aback by her statement.

Sofia sniffed her curiously before a big grin spread across her face. "You're a Mommy, too!"

Now the vixen was even more stunned. "Y-yes. How did you…?"

"I can smell your milk," Sofia murmured, her hands moving to grope Ahri. The fox's face became even more red as she suddenly jerked down her top and began to suckle from her. After the girl got down two mouthfuls, Ashe pulled her away.

"I'm so sorry, Ahri. We're working on personal space. Despite that she looks eighteen, she's actually only about a year old or so. I'm afraid magical accidents are pretty common around here."

"N-no, that's quite alright," Ahri stammered, her thighs now soaked from how horny she was. "M-m-maybe we should c-continue the tour," she suggested, pulling her shirt back up. "It was nice to m-meet you S-sofia. Good to s-see you, too Irelia. I love what you've done with your...hair."

"Thank you," Irelia beamed, giving a laugh that sent her massive tits bouncing up and down. Ahri quickly turned and rushed off down the corridor, trying to keep her mouth shut.

Ashe shot Irelia a glare that told her to get her pupil under control. Irelia nodded to show she understood before calling over Ren's daughter. "Come on, Sofia. Let's play with our toys some more."

"Okay," she grinned, running back to her mentor.

Kal and Ren now stood in the study, staring at the cold iron jar. "So let me get this straight," he began. "Syndra wanted to become more powerful. So she found a spell that would increase her magic based on how much sexual energy she'd collected from you and Ashe. But instead of it collecting sexual energy like it was supposed to, it turned her into a living puddle of cum. Is that about the jist of it?"

"When you say it like that, it sounds so strange," Ren muttered.

"It is strange," Kal assured him. "Still, we can't exactly leave her like this. Villain or not, she is a champion of the League, and I have my responsibilities."

As Kal reached for the vase, Ren snatched his wrist. "My Mistress is not villain. She is a goddess, and you'd do well to treat her with respect."

The summoner raised an eyebrow at him. "Man, she's got you wrapped around her finger, huh? And you said Ashe is okay with the two of you being together? That just seems so...unlike her." Ren scowled, causing Kal to immediately raise his hands in surrender. "Relax. Not judging. Just surprised. I know how it is being in a more or less open marriage."

Taking the vase I resided in, he carefully tipped it over and poured me out onto the floor. Immediately, my body began to shift and contort reforming into its original shape, though only in appearances. "Well, I'll be damned," I groaned, stretching my arms above me and pushing out my breasts. "If it's not the child summoner, all grown up."

"Hello, Syndra. You look well for a sentient orgasm."

Her butler gave a growl, his fist clenching, but Syndra waved him off. "Ren, be a dear and go help Ashe with her tour, hmm?" she instructed. "Leave we mages to our work."

"Yes, Mistress," he grumbled, storming out of the study and shutting the door behind him.

Once he was gone, Syndra smiled at the summoner. "Sorry about that. Ren's a good boy, but he's very protective of me. The rank of a summoner means little to him, since he's never been involved with the League."

"No harm, no foul. I actually have some questions to ask you. I know a spell that should be able to get you back into flesh and bone, but it takes some time. Mind talking while I set up?"

"Not at all. You are my guest after all."

Ren had done well to bring him here to me. He'd been looking for a way to restore me in the old tomes, but with so little knowledge of magic, and an inability to trust my hunger out of the vase, he wasn't going anywhere fast.

However, a summoner was by definition an expert mage. Not as much as myself, mind you, but they were fueled by their aura and the League's latent magic, meaning he had access to spells I could never dream to know.

This one I'd spoken to before when he was just starting out. I was in the champion pool when he got his first, so to speak. Our interview hadn't been spectacular. I didn't care much for him and he didn't care much for me, and so we went our separate ways. He was an amateur summoner then, not nearly powerful enough to be worthy of bonding to me.

However, in his eyes I could see that since then he'd changed drastically. There was a power there that hadn't existed previously and it made me want him badly. Still, I reigned myself in. I couldn't risk indulging on a summoner, no matter how badly I wanted to. If the League were to come down on me, even I probably wouldn't be able to stop them from taking away my servants.

As he began making intricate circles on the ground around my feet, I just smiled down at him. "Well, aren't you going to ask your questions?" I purred.

"Champions in Ionia have started going missing," Kal explained, not pausing his preparations. "Irelia claimed that she was going to speak with you and then didn't return. Duchess Karma and Akali then worked to follow up."

"Ah yes. All three of them are still here," I told him. "Though they are here on their own free will. I gave them my hospitality, and after having stayed for a while, they didn't want to leave. We'd become good friends since that point, so I have no objections to them staying as long as they like. You can ask them yourself if you wish."

"Gladly, once we're done here," he replied. His eyes traveled up my pale legs, and I could see his gaze falling onto my undergarments, now artificially formed. My tricky Ren! He must have dosed the summoner with some of his special herbal tea.

"Find something interesting up my skirt, Summoner?" I teased, causing him to turn a bright red.

"Apologies. It was an accident," he lied.

Reaching down, I gave him a sympathetic pat on the head. "It's no issue. I really don't mind when men such as yourself appreciate my body. One of the perks of power and beauty is the attention you get because of it."

"I'm married, I'm afraid," he said. "Though I appreciate your forgiveness, either way. I'll be more careful from now on."

"So, you can truly fix me?"

"I'm pretty sure I can. One of the basic spells you learn as a summoner is called Cleanse. It removes hindering effects on champions and helps them to overcome illness. I'm sure that I can repurpose it to return you to normal."

"You're such a smart cookie. Have you ever considered taking a job as a butler? I'm always in need of more servants."

Kal gave a half-hearted chuckle. "Thanks, but I love my job as it is. Continuing on with my questions, Shen and Kennen have both gone missing. They didn't report where they were going, and the League is struggling to locate them. We think something may have transformed them but we're not sure. Ren said that magical accidents are pretty common place around here. Have you seen any sign of them? Obviously accidents do happen, so if something did occur to transform them, we'll simply change them back and you won't be held responsible."

I shook my head, still dragging my fingers through his long chocolate locks. The fact he didn't object just meant that Ren's concoction was working well. "Can't say I've seen them. We don't get many guests up here for obvious reasons. If they'd shown up, I'm sure I'd have noticed."

As we talked, I slowly guided his head between my thighs. The movements were subtle. He wouldn't notice I was the one moving him unless he was paying close attention, and thankfully, he wasn't.

"You know, perhaps it would be beneficial to have the tome that made me into this," I hummed, moving my free hand to lift it from the shelves. "I vaguely remember needing some material components for the spell."

As I stretched for it, I used my other hand to press his face directly into my crotch. I could feel his warm breath there, and it was wonderful. To make things better, I heard him take a deep whiff, inhaling the scent of my arousal.

"S-summoner!" I cried. "I said you could look, not touch!" Using his ponytail, I pulled him away from me, covering myself in false modesty. Kal immediately scrambled backwards from me, eyes wide in shock.

"I'm so...I didn't...I don't know why I'd…"

"What would your wife say?" I asked, tearing my gaze from him.

"A-apologies. You're absolutely right. I plead your forgiveness. I…" His words trailed off. "I think it's best I go," he finally uttered.

Crap. I pushed him too far. "Y-you're leaving me like this?" I questioned.

"In honesty, I'm not really feeling much like myself at the moment," he replied, his cheeks pale. "I'll deliver my report on the champions to the League. If they have further questions, they may summon you to the Institute." He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. His were filled with a need I'd only ever seen in Irelia's after she'd been bimbofied. I was most certain I had not done that. Maybe he truly was a perv. "Good day," he quickly finished, turning to leave.

"Oh yes, I may just head that way anyway," I said after him. "I'm sure they'd love to hear how a summoner abandoned a champion in her time of need. Not to mention that he sexually harassed her with little more than a half-assed apology." He froze, hand on the doorknob. "Please, I really need your help. Just undo this curse, and we'll forget that any of this ever happened, okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have blackmailed you."

"N-no, you have every right. As I said, I'm not feeling myself. I should have never thought to leave you like this. I'll finish the ritual, then I'll turn myself into the League."

"Now, I don't believe that's necessary. Just break this curse and we'll call it even. No need to drag such a promising summoner's name through the mud for a momentary lapse in judgment."

I placed the book outside of the circle for him. To keep up the innocent maiden act, I took a step back from it, and pulled my skirt a little lower down my thighs. As he flipped through the pages, scanning their words, I could see his face turn pink.

"What? What is it?" I asked, knowing full well what he'd found.

"I umm...I don't know how to tell you. You wouldn't believe me. It's best you see for yourself." He turned the book around and presented it to me.

Gods, the way he was kneeling there, holding the book up to me as if he were a servant...I had been horny before, but now I could feel myself starting to lose form again. I bit my cum-flavored lip, using that feeling to keep myself together as I pretended to read the words.

"Impossible! It says I need…"

"Semen…" Kal murmured bashfully. "If you like I could go find Ren. I'm certain he'd be willing. Un-unless you have someone else you prefer or…"

I shook my head. "It says it has to come from a skilled mage. You're the only one here who fits those requirements." I took a deep breath and shut the book tightly. "Very well. If it's the only way, I'll do this."

"D-do what? Couldn't I just...you know...extract it?"

Again, I shook my head. "Time is of the essence. It has to be fresh, and it must be consumed by the subject. Listen, I know that with everything, you're trying to put on a polite face, but now's not the time. I don't mind, really. I'd prefer it to spending even one more minute in this horrid body."

He stood there, shuddering. Peering over his shoulder to the door, he finally nodded. "Okay, just...I swear that this doesn't leave this room. And, I'm only doing this because you're asking me to."

"Bless you, Summoner."

He stepped forward and I sank to my knees. I gave him the biggest saddest eyes I could muster, and he in turn gave me the look I loved to see. The mix of anticipation, shame, and sympathy. He wanted this, and he hated that he wanted this.

Reaching to his pants, I undid his fly and reached in. I was surprised by his size. It wasn't quite as large as the magically enhanced tool Ren had, but it was still bigger than average.

Already it was partially hard as I then used my other hand to slowly undo the front of my corset. "Wh-why are you doing that?" he stammered.

"Well, doesn't it need to be...you know?" I questioned. "I figured I'd give you something to help. I mean, unless you don't think I'm attractive. If not, you could close your eyes and pretend I was your wife, I guess. Sorry if I'm not good enough."

"N-no!" he quickly protested. "You're very attractive. Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel self conscious. I was just confused so…"

I silenced him by beginning to stroke his member. Sure enough it rose to full mast, standing proudly and awaiting the pleasure promised. "If it's all the same to you, Summoner, I'm just going to put my mouth over the tip. I'll just use my hand for the rest. Maybe that will make it less awkward."

The expression on his face said he doubted it, but he wouldn't vocalize it. The young summoner would behave himself perfectly in an attempt to make me as comfortable with this as possible.

I flashed him a meek smile before tucking my hair behind my ear. Leaning closer, I stared up into his eyes before placing a soft kiss, just on the head of his cock. Using my gelatinous body, I made sure to stimulate every nerve I could, all at once.

I may have only been kissing the tip of his cock, but as far as he was concerned, this was one of, if not the most, pleasurable experiences he'd ever have. I refused to remove my gaze from his, enjoying the conflicted look there as he bit his lip so hard that it began to bleed.

Poor thing was trying his damnedest not to moan for me. Well, I couldn't have that. I began to stroke his shaft, using my tongue to flick across his cockslit. A grunt of bliss escaped half way up his throat before he swallowed it down. What a gentleman.

Still, the more I stroked him, the more impatient I was becoming. I wanted him to moan. I wanted him to cum for me, and most importantly, I wanted him to be forced to acknowledge that he enjoyed "raping" me.

My free hand slid down to my top, shrugging it down my shoulders and exposing my breasts to him. I put my arm beneath them, pushing them upward to make them stand out more, while also appearing more shy.

As I engulfed his glans, I finally heard a gurgled purr from his mouth. Good. That was a step in the right direction. I needed to stimulate him completely without him getting suspicious that I was as into this as he was. So, I pressed my tongue to his slit once more, only this time, I allowed it to lose its consistency.

My slimy, semi-gelatinous body forced itself inside of his cock. As it pushed further down into his urethra, I allowed more to enter, expanding slightly and giving him pleasure from the inside out.

He was shaking now, so much so that I feared he'd collapse. Removing the arm from my breasts, I placed a hand on his hips, in part as if I feared that he would renege on our agreement to only suck the tip, and also to steady him in case he began to fall.

I disconnected myself from the cum inside of his cock, keeping it still so he was unaware of its presence before I released him. "You know summoner...if you don't mind...it'd make things less awkward for me if you put your hands in my hair." I flashed him a sheepish smile that would make a virgin schoolgirl jealous.

He nodded silently, placing his hands on my head and gently massaging it. I gave a happy purr, nuzzling back against his hand before returning to my suction. The cum continued to slip into his narrow passage, plumping up slightly to cause him that wonderful blend of pain and pleasure that I loved so much.

Soon, the long gooey appendage had reached the point that would break him: the prostate. As it flowed through it, his eyes widened and he wasn't able to hold it in anymore. A loud moan came from his throat and it was like music to my ears.

His grip on my hair tightened despite himself, and I was certain he was beginning to question why he was unable to cum. The answer was that I wasn't ready for him to. I wanted to torment him by twisting his mind with ecstasy. And then, when all was said and done, I'd leave him in agonizing arousal, begging to stuff my mouth with his seed.

My cum flooded through his prostate, slipping directly into his testicles. From there, I used my magic to magnify his cum production, before extracting what I needed directly. As I retreated my long appendage, I made sure to throw in some extra stimulation to every blissful center of his system.

Once his semen was safely part of my body, I pulled away from him, releasing him. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," I whimpered. "I thought I could, but I just…" I covered my face with my hands and began to sob.

I could hear him stumble back from him, completely dazed. Gods, I'd almost preferred if he had grabbed me by my hair and fucked my throat. But this reaction was just as great, if not better. "I'm so sorry," he gasped, tucking himself away. "I don't...I mean, we could try the ritual anyway."

I shook my head. "N-no. You've done more than enough already. I'll figure something else out. I guess I'm just not brave enough to do...that. I'm sorry."

"You've no reason to apologize," he assured me, though I could see from the way he winced that blue balls already had begun to strike him hard. "I'll keep looking into it myself, okay? If I find an alternative solution, I'll send word. I promise you Syndra, we'll get you back to your original body."

"Th-thank you, summoner. Thank you," I sniffled.

Unable to think of anything else to say, he stumbled back out of the study, nearly bowling over Ren, Ashe, and Ahri. By this point Ahri's face was tomato red, as was Kal's. "Any luck?" Ren asked of the summoner, but he shook his head profusely.

"Sorry, it didn't work. I'm going to do some more research at the Institute tomorrow though. Thank you so much for your time. Nice to see you again, Ashe. Ahri, love, let's go," he said, all in one quick stream.

He didn't even stop as he and his wife turned to leave. The fox grabbed his wrist for a moment, causing him to stop. Turning back to Ren, she asked, "Is there a bathroom we can borrow?"

Ren nodded, pointing to a hallway. "Second door on the right," having completely forgotten that the only functioning bathroom held Karma. Somehow though, that seemed even more fitting, as both of the couple raced into the room.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Ren commented. "I'd hoped that he'd have been skilled enough to…"

"Don't be ridiculous, Ren. He was wonderful help." Placing my hands on the ground, the magical circle ignited in light. My body began to shift regaining its previous composition. I stood, my body becoming more solid and soon I began to float a few feet in the air. My previous power flooded back into me and then some. Seemed that Kal had given me a little fraction of his own magic.

Landing in front of my servant and his "wife", I pulled him to me for a rough and passionate kiss that would make her jealous. He moaned in my grasp, eagerly submitting himself before I pulled away.

"You did well my servant. Don't worry, your Mistress has returned."

The moment Ahri pulled Kal into the bathroom, he grabbed her and threw her against the wall. The two couldn't stop themselves as they tore their clothes from their bodies, their lips wrestling together between horny moans.

Kal was still fully erect from the cocktease he'd received, and Ahri herself was drenched in desire between her thighs. Even as he ripped her panties from her body and threw them over his shoulder, it was amazing just how fully saturated they were.

The fox jumped into his arms, spreading her legs around his waist and forcing herself onto his cock with a desperate moan. Both of them were breathing heavily as he railed into her over and over again.

If not for the fact that their kiss muffled the words, Ahri may have heard him accidentally moan my name, but instead, she just gripped him by the pony tail and slammed her body against his.

The two fucked harder and more passionately than any two lovers on Valoran, bliss coursing through their veins. Kal grasped her breast, sinking his teeth into the soft orb while he sucked roughly on it, drawing forth the first few spurts of ivory milk from her lactation.

She opened her mouth to let out a screech of pleasure, but he quickly slapped his hand over her lips. Instead, it came out muffled, making sure that no one else in the castle would be able to hear what they were up to.

Ahri was racked with orgasm after orgasm as they continued their love making. Even after Kal's exhaustion led to him collapsing beneath her, she refused to let up. The fox rode him as if she were a horse jockey, his swollen member reaching places deep enough inside her that she was certain he was prodding their unborn children.

The idea of the little jelly-like lifeform being poked by her lovers cock surprisingly turned her on even more. Her jaw fell open, crystal drool dripping from her lips as she found herself stuck in an endless but silent moan of ecstasy.

Placing her hands on his cheeks, she roughly forced her lips against his. Their tongues intertwined as she began pumping her lover so full of charm that his eyes had turned from blue to an entranced pink.

Filled with a second wind, he rolled over, putting his wife on her back. Lifting her hips, he began to ram her harder and harder, much to her delight. A purplish bruise began to form on both of their crotches from their brutal fucking, until with one last mind-melting orgasm, Ahri tightened around his shaft.

That was the final ingredient needed for Kal who pushed himself straight through his lover's cervix and bathed the newly formed fetus in his magical spunk. As the seed soaked into his unborn children, he collapsed into his wife's breasts.

They both lay there, panting and gasping in exhaustion, his cock still inside of her. "Holy fuck, Kal," she gasped. "I don't think we've... ever...like that…"

"I...know…" he wheezed. "Gods...I'm going to be so sore…"

"Me...too…"

"Sh-should we...cuddle back...at home?" he asked. "I...think I have...enough energy...to teleport us…"

Ahri nodded weakly, placing a much gentler kiss on his lips. As she clung to him, the purple light glowing beneath them in preparation for the teleport, her eyes flowed over his shoulder to see Duchess Karma, eyes wide behind them, with Ahri's panties grasped tightly in her hand.

In a flash, they were gone.