League Of Legends Smut/Lemon

A Breathless Experience

Katherine x Pyke
[Warning: Breath-play, choke play, mild grinding, suggestive.]

Prologue

After The Ruination, Pyke would visit a friend after his late-night hunting. He never thought of himself as good company. Though Katherine would argue otherwise, she didn't mind his silence or times when he was purely focused on the list, writing names that he would bring to the blade. She would work on her own stuff while he did, asking questions about previous captains. After a couple of nights, he noticed she would try to get a reaction out of him, but he was always stoic. It never stopped her. Tonight would be different. He would play along with this game, maybe trying to scare her or retort something back in the hope of catching her off guard.

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Main Story

Katherine heard a quiet knock at her open window, making her smile but turning to see no one. She frowned, "aw..I thought." She felt a finger poke at her back, jumped in place, and twisted around to see the stranger. "Pyke!" Her voice came out more like a yelp than she wanted. She could hear a chuckle rumble in his throat, "Ah ha, very cute." She crossed her arms, a light-hearted smile tugging at her lips. Pyke tilted his head at her when she passed him, watching her movements. "Cute?", "Mhm, how was tonight?" She hummed before changing the subject, taking a hold of his wrist to pull him towards the bed to sit. He follows behind. She sits him down on her squishy bed and gets up to grab some snacks for the two of them. "Plenty of captains, some fought back." He said nonchalantly, taking out his list from his pocket and following it with a small carving knife to double check the names he crossed off. "Need some patching up?" She walks over towards him with dried snacks in a couple containers, placing the food on top of the pillows and kneeling down to grab some supplies that were under her bed. "I'm fine." He looked to the side to see what she was doing, bent over and grabbing a medical box filled with bandages and red potions. Before she got up, he turned his gaze back to the list, writing and crossing off what he had finished and needed to do for the next day.

Some time passed, and she prepared some bandages and an ice pack for him. "What's this for?" Before returning to the list, his gaze returned to what she had in front of her. "For you, I noticed a huge bruise on your side, so I'm tying an ice pack on you." She was kneeling on the bed, picking up the bandages before scooting toward the right of him with her knees sinking into the bed, using her hand to touch his deep purple bruise. "Stone face even when I touch it. I bet you would've flinched if I touched somewhere else. " He could feel her smug smirk radiating off of her, but he fired back. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" Pyke could tell a retort was clawing at the back of her throat, waiting to come out of her pretty mouth. But nothing. "No comeback?" He turned his head, surprised by her bright red face. Her mouth was open before closing. Her lips squeezed together to hold back any other reactions. "You're..." His grip on the carving knife tightens. "Don't look at me like that." She averted her face to the side, her body language becoming defensive. "I didn't think it would've affected you that much." He stopped looking at her, oddly hoping that she wasn't uneasy. "I didn't expect you to give that kind of response." Her tone seemed to be frazzled, a nervous shake. The reaction she made and her nervous demeanor, Pyke wasn't sure how to react or respond but something stirred inside his stomach. She puts the ice pack and other stuff back into the box, snacking on dried fish, thinking of something.

Silence filled the room. Until Pyke heard a small titter, "Wanna find out?".

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Katherine lay before Pyke, the top she wore, attempting to contain her breasts that were spreading to the side lazily. "What's your next move?" She chuckled. "Raise your hands." Pyke said dead pan, his stare causing her to look away. "That's your move. Remember what I said?" A nervous smile pulled at her lips. Maybe playing the brat isn't her best idea. She made a quiet whimper when both of her wrists were grabbed and pulled up to where her back arched, propping her breasts out. Her smile would always be telling. He leaned over her figure as he was kneeling on top, holding her wrists in one hand and using his free hand to touch her revealed stomach. She wrapped her legs firmly around his waist, and using that to her advantage, she locked him in place. His hand caresses her lower abdomen before resting it on her side, pushes his hips against her clothed clit, she holds a moan in the back of her throat. She reciprocated back thrusting her hips up down, a low groan rumble in his throat, her stomach fluttering at the noise.

His gloved hand moves up towards her neck, using the tips of his fingers to circle the scar on her neck. He could feel mild indents of the bite mark. He silently listed potential candidates, making him wonder what sea creature attacked her. But a soft squeal cuts off his train of thought, almost forgetting this was a soft spot for her. "Ha-aa.." she gritted her teeth. She felt him attentively grab the front of her neck, a shiver coursing through her body. "Holding back?" His tone was quiet, coming out to be more of a whisper, "No." a clear lie. He could feel her blood rapidly pumping in her neck. He used his fingers to brush down, rubbing the scar. As she folded her lips in, another hesitant moan escaped her. Her chest was rising up and down hastily. He asked, "How's it feel?" He teases her neck, moving against the scar with moments of him slowly tightening like a deep pinch. Her mouth is now open, and he can see saliva around her lips, her eyes half-lid, and a soft expression that he can push further. He gave her a tighter squeeze, causing her body to jerk against his body harshly, letting go of her wrists to her waist. "I, ahh." Her moans became more breathy. His grip loosened to let her breath again before she asked, "Do more."

She let out a brisk breath as he clutched her neck tightly, and when she tried to take a deep breath, she wasn't fully capable of doing so; she stopped staring off into space and turned her gaze to Pyke. She tried to say anything, moving her hands on Pyke's wrists and gripping them, a thrill-filled expression plastered over her. But he didn't release her, and her legs began to playful kick and squirm. The skin around her face felt tight, as if it was getting constricted too, her eyes half closed. She could hear her own heart thumping out of her chest. She managed to let out a quiet, strangled moan. Pyke only watched, enjoying every second. Her head started to tilt back soon after he released her. Seeing her chest quickly expand, taking in slow deep breaths, "H-holy shit." Her dizziness subsided slowly, but the only thing keeping her focus was his hard bulge against her clothed clit. Her legs slowly fell down the sides of his thighs, feeling him grab on to her thighs with one hand. "Was that too much?" He brushed his knuckles on her cheek. She tilted her head into his hand, "I didn't mind, but maybe a more grind next time~.", she whimpered when he grinds against her excited clit.
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-TM