Chapter 1 - Shen x Karma

The Placidium librairies were said to be the greatest in all of Runeterra. Not even the Demacian Font of Knowledge could compare to the massive scale and scope of the building. Even less so to the knowledge held within. Not that Karma would know, she’d never been to Demacia. She trailed a hand along a bookshelf, looking upwards towards the mezzanine above. Beyond, she knew, the shelves went on and on for dozens of meters, high into the arching ceiling. Some of the most ancient and forbidden secrets of the world lay hidden in the higher levels.

She was not there for those today. Instead, Karma browsed the lowest levels. She wore her distinctive outfit, the silky robes adhering to her figure like a second skin, bringing out the wide swell of her hips and the generous curve of her breats. The slit down her leg revealed an expanse of chocolate skin interspersed with gently glowing green tattoes.

Irelia had once told Karma it was a revealing way to dress for a religious figure. Perhaps she was right, but Karma had her reasons. In fact, one of them was walking up to her right at that moment.

“Shen, what a pleasant surprise,” she said demeruly

“Karma,” replied the large man, bowing his masked head a fraction. Her gaze wandered to his biceps, bulging and thick, almost as thick as some of the tomes around them. Karma sighed softly and shook her head to herself, smiling at him and walking past him. She had other things to attend to, or she had until his arm interrupted her by resting on the opposite bookshelf.

Karma was far from short. Few Ionian women were. However, Shen towered over her like a giant and she suddenly felt very, very small. The ninja looked down at her in silence for a few second before leaning down until they were nearly face to mask. “You didn’t come last night.”

“Not here,” she hissed, leaning forward. Her voice had dipped down to a low murmur. Even in the library, there were always people listening to the hushed discussions of others. Especially in the library, in fact.

“You don’t want the world to know how much you like my nocturnal company?” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

Karma took a deep breath and forced down the rising blush. Just because she enjoyed sex with him did not mean it had to become public knowledge. She had an image to maintain, one that did not involve bedding the leader of the Kinkou Order every other week. “I you want,” continued Shen, “We could speak of this in the plaza.”

“Fine,” snapped Karma, glowering up at him with her arms crossed below her breats. “What about it? I was busy until late.”

“Yet you still didn’t come.”

“And?”

Faster than she could blink, Karma found herself pressed against the bookshelves with a thud. Her cheek pushing into a thick leather bound tome. ‘The intricacies of Love’. How ironic. “What are you doing?” she said as loud as she dared. Shen was right behind her, with one hand gently pushing her head against the shelf and his other forearm pressing into the small of her back, keeping her flush against the shelf. 

“You owe me a night, Karma.”

“Are you insane? Here?”

“It’s already ten hours overdue.” 

Karma opened her mouth to retort when she felt his hand slip along her shapely thigh. A finger dipped beneath the cloth and traveled along the soft flesh near her nethers. A shiver ran down her spine and she bit back a gasp. His other hand ran down her back, kneading and rubbing her tender flesh deliciously. Shen reached around and cupped her ample breast, squeezing it lightly and elliciting a whimper from her. Why did it have to be so damn arousing? 

“There are people all around us, they’ll see us.”

“Maybe they will, maybe they won’t. You should have visited last night.”

Then the hand stroking her inner thigh slid upward and inch and tasted the wetness already trickling down her thighs. Another moan, harder to hold back when his practiced fingers tickled around her slit, not yet touching, only teasing. Karma bit her lip and her fingers clenched around the bookshelves, making the ancient wood creak. 

“It’s too -aah, risky, Shen,” she moaned. 

His fingers ran along the outside of her pussy, now drenched with her own excitement and Karma pressed her butt back into him, squirming in pleasure, unable to voice it out loud. She grit her teeth and threw her head back as his first digits delved into her moist depths. “Should I stop?” he whispered. His tongue flicked her ear and she realized he must have removed his helmet.

“N-no,” she gasped, her chest heaving with pleasure and excitement. “Gods no, just… just do me, now,” she moaned, closing her eyes and blushing at the crude words. She didn’t have the patience of the ninja, not when it came to this, and he knew it. He played with it constantly. 

“What would the people do if they heard you now,” he murmured, trailing kisses along her arched neck, licking at the small trickles of sweat. 

“I don’t care, just fuck me,” she said as loud as she dared, the command resonating with power. What in the world was she thinking? Here she was, the Enlightened One, amidst dozens of other people of whom a few were no doubt only a few meters away, dripping onto the floorboards with excitement while her secret lover fondled her. She pressed her forehead into a thick tome as a wave of pleasure coursed through her, provoked by his searching fingers. This could not, would not end well, but she was too full of lust to care. She needed Shen, now. 

There was a rustle of cloth behind her and Karma looked over her shoulder, her eyes half-shut in pleasure. Shen had slipped his pants down a few inches, the dark cloth parting to reveal his pale skin and thick rod. It stood ready and at attention, all for her. She was breathing in short, little gasps, trying to stay as quiet as possible now as Shen’s fingers finally slipped from her moist folds. His hand rose to push her in between her shoulders, pressing her against the bookshelf then entertwined itself in her short, dark locks.

Once again, she felt his lips against her ear, the nibble of his teeth against sensitive skin as he bent over her. “You’re sure you want to do this, right here, in this place of knowledge?” he whispered, and she could feel the near-malicious glee he took with teasing her. Shen had always been like that, a man of calm and balance who needed an outlet.

“Just do it,” she moaned. Her lower lips quivered in anticipation, eagerly awaiting his first stroke. They had made love many times before, but always in the dead of night, at an Inn or a secluded chamber of the palace. Just thinking of what they were doing made her knees weak.

Shen grabbed her long dress and pulled it up, yanking it over her plump rump and creasing it together in the small of his back. He held it there with one hand, his other one releasing her hair and alighting on the curve of her butt. His fingers splayed out, almost touching the sensitive flesh below. His hand was cool against her tender, excited flesh. “Shen,” she breathed in ancticipation.

His hand left her rear, then landed again on it with a resounding smack. Karma buried her face into her shoulder to keep from screaming out as a wave of pleasure tore through her, dripping juice from her folds and nearly making her fall to the floor. She whimpered into her sleeve, held up only by Shen’s strong hands. Her whole body burned up with her orgasm and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying, begging not to scream out loud.

“Already?” he murmured, his hand tenderly caressing the smarting patch of skin. “We’ve only just… begun!” With those last words, he suddenly guided his shaft up against her still clenching pussy and pushed himself in in one, hard thrust. Karma arched her back, her sensitive nipples hard and rubbing against the shelves. Her mouth opened wide in a silent supplication as his thick girth delved deeper and deeper. Colors swam before her eyes and she gasped again, low, desperate noises. It just felt so damn good.

“Ah- Shen, just don’t mmh, don’t take loooong,” he final word stretched out as he hilted himself within her tight, warm folds and stayed there for a few seconds. Karma savored it, as he was no doubt savoring her exquisite wetness. She was bent against the shelf with Shen standing behind her, her dress pulled up over her butt and a small puddle of her delight pooling on the floor. 

After a few seconds, Shen pulled back, nearly out of her and she whined in protest, until he buried himself back into her again with a small slap of flesh on flesh. Then again, and again, until Karma was holding onto the shelf for dear life, her mouth wide and her tongue lolling out as beads of sweat congregated on her brow. She wanted to scream with pleasure and Shen must have sensed it, because one of his hands rose up and slipped around her face, covering her mouth.

One of his fingers delved into her mouth and she sucked on it lightly, her tongue rolling around it as she struggled to stay afloat in the rising sea of pleasure. “Don’t,” said Shen, his other hand falling to her wide hips, holding onto her tightly as he pushed himself deep into her once more. “No screaming here.”

Just as well that he did it, as she could feel the end approaching, his ever moving member hitting just the right spots deep within her. Her moans turned into impatient whimpers until finally, she bit down on his finger and held back a scream of pleasure as her pussy squeezed him tight like a vice, her muscles contracting and her juices leaking out from her tight slit. Her eyes squeezed shut and she scrabbled at the shelf as the most intense orgasm she had ever experience rocked through her.

Her own pleasure must have set of Shen, because she felt him twitch and groan, a deep throated, nearly animalistic sound that nearly made her cum again. Then, a pool of warmth spread within her as he emptied himself in her, slamming himself deep within in one final slap of sweaty flesh on flesh. Then, Shen retracted himself from her and Karma stood straight on unsteady legs. 

His cum was slowly leaking from her slit in large dollops, running down her inner thighs like a trail of fire. She dipped a hand down and buried it within her still clenching folds, bringing it out covered in his juices. Without breaking eye contact, Karma licked it slowly, smiling as Shen took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against him and claiming her mouth ferociously. “Maybe you should keep missing our nighttime meetings,” he said after he broke the kiss, leaving her breathless and flushed, still reeling and hazy from their furious lovemaking. “This was fun.”

“Hmm, are we done?” she said with a small pout, her nimble fingers reaching to grab his cock, clenching it and rubbing back and forth slowly. 

“I don’t know, are we?” he asked in a low voice.

Then, another voice interrupted. “Karma, are you there?” called someone from the main alleyway, only a few meters away. 

They barely had any time to react. Karma shoved her dress down once more and tried to smooth it out, touching at her hair to keep it from mussing up and readjusting her top until her breasts were entirely covered. Beside her, Shen slid his member back into his pants and slipped on his helmet just seconds before Irelia turned the corner and stopped, staring at them both.

“Shen, what are you doing here?” her eyes flicked around and she frowned. 

“Asking Karma a few questions about litterature, for new Kinkou ninjas,” replied the big man smoothly.

Karma said nothing, trying to keep her cheeks from redenning and her knees from quivering. They still felt weak and unsteady after what Shen had done to her. She kept her arms folded over her waist and gave Irelia a wan smile.

“Right,” said Irelia, looking at the two of them with a raised eyebrow. “Anyway, we have a lunch date in fifteen minutes, Karma. Remember?”

“Oh, yes. I’ll be right along,” said the Enlightened One, widening her smile and hoping Irelia didn’t notice how hoarse her voice was.

“Yeah, sure,” replied Irelia. She gave them one last look, then turned and left.

But Karma wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, she was staring at the floor besides her. Where a pool of Shen semen and her own juices lay on the wooden floorboards, right where Irelia had last looked.