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The Fox Woman of Ionia

Chapter 7

Foxfire

Two forms were entwined on the floor, illuminated only by the moon and the candles on the table behind them, hands fumbling to shed armour, leather, and cloth, discarding them to the corners of the room, forgotten.

The women's lips never parted throughout the ordeal, the fox-woman pushing herself flush against the mercenary – soft, curvy, and busty body against a toned, strong one – despite being already pulled closer by Riven. The Exile didn't know what prompted her to do this, but she knew she couldn't, nor wouldn't, stop.

Whatever doubts and fears Riven had towards Ahri dissolved into pure want. It was clear now.

She wanted the fox-woman. She had been given time and room to think, and now she knew.

The warrior's heart raced, as did the Ionian's. Their tongues wrestled for dominance and explored oral caverns, pure hunger driving the women to greedily reciprocate. Rationality had been abandoned, clearing the way for unbridled lust as hands roamed over bodies and exploring every inch, nook, and cranny to please each other.

After what felt like an eternity the two parted, eyeing each other with half-lidded eyes. Riven let her vision roam down Ahri's body, drinking in milky-pale expanses of flesh; specifically malleable mounds that heaved excitedly after the two's recent oral tango, and the small triangle of ebon curls crowned above the fox's most private place—

"You're making me blush, staring so intensively like that…" the brunette teased, prompting the swordswoman to look away, only to feel a soft hand and sharp nails tilt her head back to meet chrome orbs. "Don't. I don't mind; I want you to see."

Riven, all sense thrown away, resumed silently admiring Ahri's body, unaware that she was being watched just as intensively while the fox undid her hair, allowing white neck-length locks to sprawl around the warrior's head. The Gumiho was mesmerized by the Noxian's flawless figure; perky breasts, capped with pink buds, begged to be touched, but the brunette's gaze wandered further down to the visibly abs across Riven's abdomen and strong arms honed from years of military servitude and hard training. This perfection was the fruit of the Exile's labour and it made the fox salivate and her pussy wetter with excitement.

She had to have her…this utter perfection. Her warrior.

Her love.

The fox-woman leant back down, claiming the ash-blonde's lips. It was chaste, brief, and she pulled away to kiss the tanned-woman's throat, then collarbone. Ahri worked her way down, trailing kisses past the valley between the Noxian's breasts and fondling them as she did, her hands resting atop of them while she proceeded across a flat stomach and enjoying the lanky form beneath her tensing, thighs parting in silent invitation…

"A-Ahri…" The voice was that of a whisper, begging.

The Gumiho knew. Riven wanted this; her nipples stood sweetly at attention in the night air as the raven-haired beauty rolled her thumbs across them, and the ex-soldier's pussy glistened in the moonlight with its liquid excitement.

Ahri's inner muscles clenched from the scent of the warrior's most private place. It drove her mad, but she wouldn't rush anything as this was their first time together – first time the two of them would mate – and the Noxian trusted her. The fox-woman inhaled sharply, enjoying the scent of Riven's sex, and moaned quietly as she slowly leant in.

As soon as her tongue made contact with puffy lips, the mercenary shuddered, a sharp intake of air, as she clutched at the wooden floor.

"Delicious…" the fox commented with a low chuckle. She looked up, catching the swordswoman's gaze, wordlessly asking permission. When the latter nodded, the brunette dove back in and lapped up her lover's essence whilst paying equal attention to Riven's breasts, massaging one while playing with the nipple of its twin and drawing out a low growling sound of approval.

The taste and scent was driving Ahri wild – wilder, still – with lust. She made sure to flick the tip of her tongue at the sweet, sensitive bundle of nerves atop the Exile's slit as she ate her out, relishing in the various sounds the ash-blonde made. It was cute, sexy, and sometimes uncharacteristic of her, but the Ionian loved it all the same.

"A-Ahri…!" The way the Noxian said her name was enough to kick the Gumiho's libido into overdrive. "Ah… I'm about t-to…!"

Needing no more motivation, the fox-woman slipped her tongue past flushed lips, licking and eating until the warrior orgasmed with the force of a tsunami, her body shaking and cunny gushing. Excess love-juices dripped down the fox's face, though she did not mind.

Ahri rose up into a sitting position. She watched Riven panting heavily until their eyes met, and a smile curved the brunette's lips.

"Let's continue this in the bedroom, my dear."

X.x.X.x.X

The moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating the futons that were laid out on the floor next to each other. Riven panted, sweat rolling down her tanned body as she glanced back at the beautiful, sexy woman behind her while trying to silence herself by biting the pillow, her rear up in the air and pussy easily accessible for talented fingers.

"There is no need to be quiet, Riven," Ahri stated. "Let me hear it."

Despite the slight pang of shame the Exile stopped biting into the pillow, mewling blissfully as feminine fingers teased her sex by prodding flushed lips.

"You're sullying my hand." The swordswoman blushed and quietly moaned as fingers brushed against her clit, making her quiver with anticipation as the Ionian giggled. "Feels good, does it not?"

The way Ahri spoke reminded Riven of Katarina – the way she asked how the warrior felt to confirm how great she was in bed – until soft, smooth fox-tails brushed against the ash-blonde. "But if you feel discomforted…don't hesitate to tell me, Riven."

That's right; the fox-woman was vastly different. This was mutual, as it should be with lovers.

Glancing back, the swordswoman met yellow orbs and nodded. Fingers slipped into wet heat and elicited a string of approving moans as the fox pumped two fingers, her other hand massaging and kneading firm buttocks. The brunette was like a magician, her every motion an invocation that set the Noxian's pleasure-receptors ablaze. It was as if she was engulfed in fires of passion.

Her pussy was aflame and it needed desperate quenching.

Before Riven could even harbour the thought of begging – begging her hostess to stop teasing her – the raven-haired beauty was shoving two, then three, then four fingers into slick warmth up to the knuckle, pumping them with gusto and touching parts that had never been touched before. She moaned, as loud as a scream, fingers clenching the futon beneath her and riding out her quickly approaching orgasm, swiftly followed by a second wave –

A giggle was the only warning Riven was given when a single finger poked and teased her puckered star, the sensation from such a sensitive area enough to push the ash-blonde over the edge.

"AAAHHRRIIII…!"

So full; experienced fingers probed, making a come hither-motion as a final touch, allowing the swordswoman to milk out as much pleasure she could.

When Riven finally came down from her high she collapsed to her side, full breasts heaving with every ragged breath. Slender arms and soft tails embraced her as hot lips pressed against her neck.

She had expected Ahri to say something, but the fox was content with laying there beside the warrior, comforting her. It was…peaceful, the complete opposite of Katarina.

However, while Riven was far from spent, something about just being together like this was… nice. It was relaxing.

"Riven?"

The former field-commander turned around, facing the Ionian. "Yes?"

Ahri caressed her cheek, golden eyes amiable. "I love you, you know. I want you to know that. I want you to know that you can confide in me."

Riven's heart skipped a beat. She knew that; she knew the fox harboured such feelings for her. She trusted her, and the brunette undoubtedly trusted her as well. But…

"I can't say it."

It was impossible.

Ahri's gaze didn't falter. "But do you feel it?"

…

A nod.

"Then you have nothing to worry about. If you feel it, show me. There is no need for words, much less forcing them to be spoken."

Riven stared into Ahri's eyes for a moment, taking it all in; she cared for the fox-woman – what they had was mutual.

That was why she leant in and kissed her, pulling the Gumiho closer. Enjoying the close proximity, Ahri wrapped her nine long tails around them, the sound of each other's breathing lulling them to sleep.