Chapter 4 - Wings of love

Lux and Sett stepped off the train and stepped into the Demacian station. It had taken a few awkward legs of travelling by various means to get to Demacia from Piltover, but after a week they’d finally arrived in the late afternoon. And it gave plenty of time for the Crownguard family to arrange a low profile escort for their latest embarrassment.


Lux winced as she recognized who had been sent to greet them. The no-nonsense Demacian Ranger Quinn strode up to them with an air of authority, with Valour undoubtedly somewhere in the sky scouting for hostiles as he always was. This wasn’t the first time she’d been pulled from her regular duties out in the wilds and forced to babysit spoiled nobles and time definitely hadn’t mellow her out. Not to mention, Lux’s clothes and hair was quite unkempt after spending a few hours in a cramped train bathroom getting fucked hard and deep by Sett at whatever angles and positions the pair could muster. She absently wiped the corners of her mouth, which had spent the last week more often than not stained with fresh cum. 


“Uh, hi Quinn,” Lux greeted her sheepishly.


Wordlessly, the soldier practically yanked the luggage out of Lux’s hands. “Follow me,” she said sternly, guiding her towards a prepared carriage. When Sett moved to follow the pair, Quinn spun to face him, hand moving towards her weapon. “Our business with you is finished. Your kind are not welcome here” she warned coldly.


“Hey, I was promised payment in the form of a stack of shiny ones. Or is it common occurrence for Demacians to dishonour their debts...?” Sett reached out and offered the bounty note with the authentic Crownguard seal Zed had given him in Piltover and smiled harmlessly. He didn’t much like her attitude towards him, but he also didn’t feel like starting a fight before even making it into the city, much less with a high-ranking officer and so was more than happy to comply.


She glanced at the note and scowled, before turning around and the three walked towards the carriage. “Animals like you should be pulling the carriage, not riding in it,” she remarked, venom in her voice.


Sett turned towards Lux. “Everyone in Demacia as nice as her?”


“We’re exactly not the most tolerant nation,” Lux sighed. “Perhaps you coming along wasn’t the best idea. I could have your payment sent or-”


She was cut off by a flash of grey feathers and an unmistakable ear-splitting screech of a bird-of-prey.


Quinn, unfazed demeanour shattered completely, spun to see her giant Azurite Eagle Valour perched on Sett’s shoulder, steel armour glinting in the late afternoon sun. “Don’t move!” she warned, “if you don’t want to lose your eyes, that is.”


For his part, Sett froze completely as Valour turned his head and stared right at him, razor-sharp beak inches from Sett’s face. After what felt like a soul-deep stare-down, Valour lowered his head slightly. No way... Sett thought, but a deep unrecognizable instinct told him what to do. With incredible slowness, the reached up with his hand.


“What are you doing, you idiot?!” Quinn hissed and reached out to stop him. 


Ignoring her, Sett reached up further and gently scratched Valour’s neck. Incredibly, the eagle did not claw his face inside-out but reacted positively instead, stretching his neck out further, signalling for more, which Sett obliged. After a few more scratches, the giant eagle pushed off of him with enough force to almost send him to the ground and soared back up, disappearing from sight in seconds. 


“No fucking way ...” Quinn breathed. “He doesn’t let anyone else ... I don’t understand-”


“Huh,” Sett shrugged. “Smart bird you got there. I really felt like we were making a connection or something. Maybe he sees something in me that you don’t.”


“You are both animals, after all,” she muttered, before turning towards Sett. “Look, I’m sorry for being rude,” she hastily apologized. “I’m just a little winded up right now. You did an important favour for my city and I should treat you as such.” Her expression much kinder and softer, she gestured towards the coach. “Let’s get going.”


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The three rode in the carriage in awkward silence as the sun set, Lux beside Quinn and Sett across from the two. The carriage passed rows of farmland, milling labourers, and occasional armed patrols on horseback. Sett mostly stared out the window, taking in a bright, peaceful landscape, a stark contrast to the dark pits he spent most of his life prior. He could also feel Quinn’s gaze as she stared at him, almost uncomfortably, past the point of simple curiosity. 


“So ... how’d you convince Lux to come back so easily? She can be a bit of a handful.” Quinn asked, awkwardly trying to start some conversation. 


“I can be very persuasive in the right circumstances. Right?” he winked, and Lux looked away, cheeks bright red in shame. “Bad girls can all be disciplined easily if you’ve got a big stick.”


Quinn didn’t quite understand and simply moved on. “Either way, you’ve done a favour for us. I’m just afraid most Demacians won’t take kindly to you being ... you know...”


“Part animal? I’m used to being a bit of a pariah, don’t worry about me.”


Quinn shifted uncomfortably in her seat, stumbling over her words. “To tell you the truth, I shouldn’t be treating you like this. I’m a bit of a pariah myself. In the military, that is.”


“Why would you be? You look like you’re pretty good at what you do.”


She blushed slightly at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you. But the crazy woman that talks to her bird she replaced her dead brother with? That’s me. They say wild cards like me don’t have a place in a structured military, and sometimes I start to believe them.”


Sett turned towards her, completely deadpan. “They’re right, you know.” He grinned at her expression of shock and hurt at his casual dismissal. “You’re fucking crazy.”


Her expression changed to confusion for a few seconds, before they both laughed. “Huh,” Quinn chuckled. “I guess I am.”


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“So? Are you rich now?” Quinn asked of Sett, walking out of the Crownguard mansion having delivered one rebellious spellcaster.


He eyed her warily. “First of all, I’m not giving you a cut. Treating me with basic decency doesn’t deserve a pay cheque. Second, I don’t have a fucking clue. They gave me this,” he said, handing her a slip of parchment heavy with a freshly inked stamp. “They told me to go exchange it at the bank or treasury, but they threw me out before I could ask them where to find one. And I can’t read Demacian, so I don’t even know how much this is even worth. I’m beginning to think Demacians are all a bunch of racists. Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if the slip said fuck you.”


Quinn took the slip and read off the generous number to a satisfied Sett, before looking up at him with a look of genuine sympathy. “Demacia survived and thrived based on tradition and conformity. Those values take a long time to change. For what it’s worth, I do apologize. Here,” she handed the slip back to him and patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll take you to the nearest bank for only ten percent. As my apology.”


“For ten percent you’re also going to take me out to dinner at your favourite restaurant or pub. And no fancy upstate vegetarian cuisines or anything like that either, I want real food. My wolverine side is starving,” he grinned, flashing his teeth. “I haven’t eaten all day.”


Quinn chewed on her lip for a moment. She didn’t need the money, the ten percent bit had been more of a joke, but finding someone like Sett, an foreign, individualistic wild man in a overly structured city-state that was stifling to say the least was rare. She didn’t have many friends, and although she was fine spending most of her time alone, would a conversation with someone new be so bad?


“That will need to be put on hold until tomorrow. It’s going to be dark very soon and the banks have definitely closed by now.”


“Dinner tonight, then?” Sett pressured.


“I-” she started to come up with an excuse, but relented. “Fine. Follow me.”


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Quinn picked at her soup, more interested in what was on the other side of the table than what was on her plate. 


“What’s wrong? You’re not eating,” Sett mumbled best he could with his mouth full, trying and failing to not spit out bits of food all over the table. While he was far too preoccupied eating to notice Quinn staring at him, he did notice at least that she seemed disinterested in her meal.


“I’m much more intrigued by your complete disregard of any table manners. I’ll eat at my own pace. Please continue.”


Sett rolled his eyes and swallowed, before continuing with exaggerated slowness. “Well I’m sorry. Where I come from, next meals aren’t guaranteed so I eat what I can, when I can.”


Disregarding her own table manners, she propped her elbows on the table and leaned her head forwards. “Really? It’s not because I’m paying?” 


“This stuff’s really good. I think I can live with the racism if Demacian food is always like this,” Sett expertly avoided her accusation. 


“Really? Cause this soup is definitely not doing it for me,” Quinn pushed the lukewarm bowl to the side.


Sett shrugged and speared a nice piece of his steak on his fork and held it up to her. “That it’s a soup is your problem. Try this.” 


Quinn recoiled. “I might come from a small forest village but we still have basic decency, you know! I can’t just eat off your fork!” 


“Sure you can,” Sett encouraged, before rolling his eyes. “I promise I don’t have the Coors Light Virus...” he said in a mocking voice.


“T-that’s not it, I j-just ...” Quinn fumbled for words, before giving in and taking the food. “Mm, that is good. I’ll just start ordering whatever you order, then.” She looked up at him and chuckled. “Funny how quickly we warmed up to each other, huh?”


“We?” Sett snorted. “I was never anything but warm to you. You’re the one that needed a pet bird’s approval to treat me like an actual person. Does he pick out your boyfriends, too?”


“I-it’s not like that...” she was quickly becoming flustered, unable to keep up with Sett’s verbal jabs. “But yeah, actually, the only boyfriend I had a few years back left cause he couldn’t stand Valour biting him constantly. Looking back, he was kind of a jerk though, so I guess Valour was just looking out for me...” Her voice trailed off, and even Sett could tell she was still a little sensitive about her past.


“Just like your brother would, huh?” Sett’s voice lower than usual, some genuine softness creeping in, before returning to his joking self. “But at least he seems to like me, so that should count for something, right?”


“I don’t think my superiors would exactly approve, even if I do think you are quite ... “ she trailed off, face turning red, looking like she knew what she wanted to say but not knowing whether she should say it.


“Well? I’m what?” Sett pried. “Come on, you’ve already insulted me plenty, you know I won’t be mad.”


“... forget it. Please. Come on, you’re done, right?” she took her turn to change the subject. “Let’s get out of here.”


Sett pursed his lips, not pursuing further. Fuck, why do I care so much what she thinks of me? I barely know her. Keep it together man, she’s just another woman.


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Outside the restaurant, bathed in the cold night air, Quinn stretched and yawned while Sett looked on.


“It’s getting late, you should probably head home soon. In the meantime, you got a hat or something?” Sett asked, deadpan.


“A hat? No, what for?” Quinn asked.


“Covers up my ears, dunno if they’ll let me stay at an inn since I’m ... y’know ... me” Sett smiled faintly, a little pained at the thought of hiding his identity, but trying not to let Quinn see it. 


He failed though, and Quinn could easily see the discomfort in his eyes. The twitchiness, not quite ever at ease, and even now not entirely comfortable letting his guard down around her lest she take advantage of it, Quinn understood and felt every bit of it on a personal level. She felt the exact same way for years in the military, hearing what the others would say about her behind her back or even straight to her face. The turmoil rolling inside her was finished. Upon seeing past his shield of bad jokes and arrogant bravado to the uneasy perpetual outsider that she was all to familiar with, her years of jingoistic Demacian brainwashing meant nothing. And with that, Quinn made her choice. 


“Follow me.” Her voice stern and commanding, almost reminiscent of their first meeting at the train station.


Sett frowned at her abrupt change in attitude. “Hey, what are you-” when he hesitated, Quinn simply grabbed his wrist with an iron grip and pulled him along. More surprised than anything else, Sett went along with her, stumbling to catch up to her swift cadence. “Look, at least tell me where we’re going. And you don’t have to pull me, I’ll follow you.”


Quinn stopped and turned towards him, and her expression of raw emotion poorly hidden behind a unflinching stone visage did nothing to alleviate Sett’s confusion. “Please trust me.” Her voice filled with a huskiness that Sett couldn’t ignore.


Sett rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I’m in a country with a language I don’t understand and people that hate me. So yeah, I’ll trust you. Lead on.” Quinn looked back at him with an expression he couldn’t decipher before moving on, her hand still holding tightly onto his.


The pair continued walking silently until they reached a small flat deep in a residential area. Quinn walked up to the door and unlocked it, and Sett followed her inside. The house was dark, but moonlight streamed in through an open glass sunroof, illuminating a small couch and coffee table. As Quinn locked the door, Sett looked up at the bizarre setup. 


“This is your house, I assume? And the window there is for Valour to enter and exit whenever he wants? Pretty cool, I have t-” Sett’s pointless blithering was cut short as Quinn spun him around shoved him into the armchair with surprising force. “Hey, wha-” Sett started to protest, but choked his words back as Quinn advanced on him.


In one swift motion, she straddled him, her knees squeezing against his legs, her chest pressed against his collar. Her hands held his face and craned his neck up to face her and she dove down against him in a deep kiss. Her lips parted as she took quick, shallow breaths while Sett reciprocated eagerly, hands against her hips, craning his neck and pressing his face up against hers, matching her warmth and feverish lust as they shared the passionate kiss. She nibbled and bit at his lips, ran her tongue against his teeth, pulling slightly away for a second to bait him into following her up before diving back down even deeper than before, just to keep him guessing. She turned her head slightly, bumping her nose into his and pulled away with a giggle, her gorgeous brown eyes narrowing as she honed in with her unwavering gaze.


“I’ve never been kissed like that,” Sett marvelled, his heart pounding. This wasn’t at all what he had been expecting. “You’re something else...”


“There’s plenty more coming,” Quinn smiled before diving down for more. “As much as you can handle. Maybe even more than that...” 


Gentle, ghostly moans escaped the corners of Quinn’s mouth as drops of drool dibbled down into Sett’s mouth, which he savoured greedily. Strands of her long hair, unkempt after a long day, fell down and pooled around Sett’s face and chest, tickling slightly. Her long, rough fingers held his head in place and ran around his hair and neck, across his face and cheekbones, even scratching his ears. At that last action, Sett jerked his head and made almost a purring noise involuntarily. Quinn’s eyes widened and laughed as his face turned bright red and he looked away to the side. 


“Ah! Look at you...” she practically doted on him, now with both hands on the top of his head playing with his sensitive lupine ears. “I’m gonna have fun with this, don’t you worry.” 


Unwilling still to be embarrassed like this, Sett instead wrapped both arms tightly around Quinn’s torso and pulled her in, pressing his face hard against her humble bust. As flat as her chest was and as lean as her torso was, there was still a noticeable womanly softness and he buried his face in it, masking his flush cheeks and muffling his moans as she toyed with his ears. Now pressed against her chest, he could feel the violent pounding of her heart, vibrations hammering through her ribcage and into his face. Fuck, she’s really into this, he thought, as more tingling sensations shot down his scalp and down his neck. His shoulders quivered, limbs weakening. D-damn her f-for this, I-I can’t hold it i-in... 


Completely losing control, Sett whimpered, and not quietly, a totally unmasculine noise that choked out of this throat despite his best efforts to hold it back. His face burned hotter, unwilling to admit that Quinn had him vulnerable, that he was completely at her mercy. She was too much of a fiend, a gorgeous minx that found his weakness and was going to enjoy turning him into mush between her fingers. And deep down, he loved every moment of it.


“Stop holding back,” Quinn giggled. “Moan for me. Beg for me. Scream for me. I can tell how much you love it.”


“N-no, st-stop, I- huhghhhhnnn!” his weak protests were cut off by another involuntary moan spilling out of his throat. “Q-Quinn!” he whined, his voice low but getting louder as he succumbed to her assault on his diginity.


Hearing him verbalize such appreciation for her efforts did things to Quinn, whipping her mentally into a frenzy, wanting to hear more from him. She bounced herself against him, grinding her heaving chest against his face. All too aware that her bust was nothing impressive, she redoubled her efforts to compensate and their bodies came together roughly. Regretfully, both of them were almost fully clothed still and the ungodly tent in Sett’s pants pressed against her soaking wet crotch with how much they wanted each other. 


“Beg for me, Sett. Beg me to love you,” Quinn commanded. She was in complete control here. 


“P-please,” Sett whimpered, barely audible. “I want you so much, please ... I love you, Quinn. You’re so strong and beautiful, I’ve never seen a woman like you. You’re everything I never knew I wanted. I’ll love you forever. P-please...” he trailed off, his head still buried against her chest.


She pulled him away slightly and their eyes met for a brief second before they fell into another deep kiss, this time more frenzied. As their lips smeared messily against each other’s, Quinn gave him the response he’d begged for. “I accept you. Even better, I’ll love you too, Sett. You don’t have to be scared anymore. I’ll protect you from the world. You’ll never be alone again, I swear.”


They pushed and pulled against each other until they were turned sideways on the couch, turned from a sitting position to a laying one. Sett fumbled with the buttons on Quinn’s military dress shirt, desperately pulling it open and baring her skin to the cool air. As soon as it was somewhat off, he began eagerly pawing at her body, feeling up every inch of her toned abs and back. Lean and lithe, his fingers trembled as he clutched at her, exploring every inch of the beautiful figure before him. Quinn had even less restraint, simply tearing Sett’s cotton t-shirt to shreds, exposing his lean frame. She paused for a brief second, surprised by the scars covering his torso, before burying her head into his chest and abdomen, fingers gently tracing along the scar lines. 


“Noxian pit fighter health insurance not quite what it’s cracked up to be?” Quinn remarked, lightening up the oppressively intense atmosphere into a more lighthearted one. 


“They gave us disinfectant,” Sett admitted. “But we usually ended up drinking it for the alcohol content.”


“Guess you’re lucky you’re alive.”


“You mean you’re lucky I’m alive,” Sett retorted slyly.


“Luckiest girl on the planet,” she murmured, before putting her hands on Sett’s thighs. Her eyes locked with Sett’s as she ran her hands up slowly, coming to a rest against the tent in his pants. Her face asked for permission and Sett’s face gave it, and soon both were fully naked, Sett’s stiff cock nested in between Quinn’s full ass-cheeks. 


Again, the pair found their lips pressed together in another lusty kiss, as Sett filled his hands with Quinn’s rear, fondling and gripping the bountiful flesh. Her ass was incredible, more than making up for whatever she lacked on the chest area. Her thick, fleshy thighs too were amazing, hot and beautiful, and drove him crazy as he desperately tasted it all with his fingers. Must be all the running and jumping around as a scout. Either way, all the teasing from her gorgeous lower body was driving him insane. 


Finally, Quinn lifted herself off of him, hands propping herself up against his chest, dripping pussy positioned over his throbbing member. “That’s it ...” she groaned as he put his hands against her hips, guiding her body on top of him, flaring cockhead pushing aside the soaking flesh petals of her entrance. “Fuck me, babe,” she moaned, surprising Sett with her sudden vulgarity. “You’re mine! Now give it to me!” she commanded, and Sett was more than happy to finally oblige. 


“F-fuck!” the pair cursed together as Quinn slammed herself down, guided by his hands, taking almost his entire considerable length in one fell swoop. Her pussy was so soaking wet with anticipation an audible wet noise filled the room, replaced by a sharp gasp from Quinn. “O-Oh, th-that’s too much!” she whined. “You’re so good!” With a burning excitement, she raised herself up, feeling her cunt empty of Sett’s shaft for only a split second, before dropping herself back down again. Her body shook and her arms quivered, barely able to hold herself together despite how slow she was going. Having had only boring sexual experiences with her only boyfriend before this, Quinn couldn’t believe how good sex could feel. She’d barely started and could already feel her self-control slipping away. She just wanted more.


“Huhhghhnnn ... oh f-fuck, I-I can’t believe how good you are,” Quinn moaned. “K-keep it up, don’t stop!”


As mind-blowing an experience it was for Quinn, Sett was feeling a high on just another level. Never had it been this good. With anyone. The burning pressure in his chest as he watched Quinn’s body thrust against him, her voice releasing a song of lusty pleasure, her face twisted, biting slightly on her lower lip, her messy brown hair flailing about as she rode, it was all nothing short of incredible. His hands pawed at her hips, her ass, her thighs, Quinn just had too much sexy for his two humble hands to experience fully but he still tried his best. She was just too perfect, her buttocks a blend of squishy fat and toned firm muscle that send tingles up his arms when her fondled her, her hips splendidly wide, easily fooling his caveman brain into wishing for nothing more than to mate with her. “Gods, how is it even possible to have an ass this fucking perfect?” he groaned.


“I-I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my body, actually,” Quinn admitted, gasping for breath as she picked up the pace while continuing to clamp down on her lover with all her considerable strength. “A little t-too boyish, sometimes. But I’m happy you like it.”


“Wars have been fought over women half as beautiful as you,” Sett waxed, and Quinn turned her head and blushed hard, much to Sett’s satisfaction. 


An elite soldier with near limitless endurance, Quinn could go all night long, which was beginning to look more and more like a serious possibility. “Regardless,” she said, “I hope you weren’t planning on actually sleeping tonight.” With that, she rode him harder, putting more and more of her strength and weight behind her movements. She could feel his crotch being forced down into the cushions harder and harder, and the wet claps of their flesh meeting louder and louder. She took in his entire length with each thrust, every last inch of her insides filled with crushing warmth as she was stretched out by Sett. Her breathing was quickening, her muscles screaming for pause, but this was something she could shoulder through. If she could burn herself completely finishing record-time runs for no reward beyond a small patch on her ceremonial uniform, then she could easily burn past exhaustion for hard, merciless sex with the love of her life. She looked down at Sett, his face twisted in bliss, soft moans slipping past his lips, his eyes hazy and unfocused, how vulnerable he made himself before her and how much he trusted her in that moment, probably far more than he’d ever trusted anyone before. Quinn decided she wouldn’t disappoint him.


Quinn shifted position slightly, arching her spine and leaning backwards, coming down on Sett with all of her weight with even more leverage. Eager to reciprocate, Sett kept a firm grip on her hips, holding her in position while he pistoned himself up into her, meeting her halfway. Finally, putting his own strength into it, Sett was completely balls-deep in his lover, the last little bit of his cock finally swallowed up by Quinn’s engorging pussy lips. Her meaty ass rippled with each hard movement, and she couldn’t help but release a barrage of loud, lustful moans, begging for him. “Yes! Yes! Oh, f-fuck!” she cried out. “More, p-please! Do-don’t stop!” 


Sett’s muscles ached for pause, being in such a difficult position, unable to leverage his immense strength. Instead, he was sprawled haphazardly across a small couch, trying his best to simply get any motions though at all. But as Quinn begged for him to fuck her properly, he realized, what was the point of fucking all those women if I’m not going to use those skills? With that thought, he wrapped his arms around Quinn’s thighs, squeezing tight, stopping his deep thrusts temporarily. “Huh?” Quinn jerked her neck down to look at him, confused. “W-whoa!” she yelped as he pushed himself off his back and off the couch in one swift motion, Quinn’s entire body now suspended only by his solid arms. And his dick.


“Well,” she purred. “It’s about time you start taking control...” She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, locking her ankles together around him. Now with hands firmly planted on his shoulders, she stared deep into his eyes and whispered directly into his ear, bathing it with her hot, wavering breath. “Now fuck me. Properly.”


Needing no further encouragement, Sett complied and began jackhammering away into Quinn’s sopping cunt. He pounded her hard and fast, filling her channel up completely each time, swaying and stumbling slightly with the sudden shifts in weight. Quinn’s eyes opened wide in surprise, not expecting it to be this good. What she had been feeling was the peak, it couldn’t get any better than that! And yet it did. Her chest burned hot and lusty as she was completely at her lover’s mercy, lifted by him off the ground entirely, every motion forced upon her by him. Her neck craned back again and she shrieked involuntarily, too overcome with pleasure to do anything else. It only took a couple seconds for her to recover and once she did so, she went straight back to praise.


“Oh yes! Y-you’re so fucking good! J-just like that, don’t stop! More, more! MORE!” she moaned breathlessly. “You’re such a fucking stud! Don’t stop, d-don’t you dare stop. Claim me! Make me yours!”


Oh, so she’s a talker. My favourite, Sett thought, and he took in every last pointless word that Quinn spilled as further encouragement. More comfortable with the position, he took a step forward. Then another. Then another, until Quinn’s back was against the wall. He placed his hands snugly under her gorgeous ass, filling his palms with her rippling ass-flesh, holding her there and using the wall as leverage to shove himself into her even harder. 


With more weight and strength behind each of his thrusts, Quinn felt him press harder and harder into her. Giving in entirely she wrapped her arms around him, one arm under his and the other over his shoulder, pulling him in close. Her hands pawing at his muscular back, squeezing him tightly into her. She could feel his laborious breathing against her face, hot and heavy as he exerted all his energy into pleasing her. “Kiss me!” she choked out desperately, barely able to breath while being crushed between Sett and the wall. Whatever minor discomfort she experienced though was instantly forgotten as her request was obliged and another wet, obscene, tonguing kiss was shared. At this point, she almost felt like Sett was trying to shove his tongue down her throat with how ferociously he kissed her. His tongue shoved hers aside dominantly, feverishly licking deep into her mouth, his foreign taste filling her taste buds. It was nothing that she minded though, and was more than happy to wrestle his tongue with her own, hot noises and saliva dripping from their point of contact onto their chests. Being unbelievably pleasured from both ends was simply too much for the scout to bear and she could feel herself entering a drunk-like stupor. Unable, or unwilling to pull away, the pleasure began pooling in and around her like a liquid, filling her mind and saturating every inch of her skin. And still it continued, Quinn was completely lost in the sweet taste of her lover’s lips and tongue, savouring drops of his saliva like it was a delicacy. “Huhghhghnnnn... yesssss...” she moaned absently. “Mooorreeee...”


“Quinn, I-I’m gonna cum!” Sett groaned, the urgency in his voice finally dragging her out of her stupor. “D-do you-”


“Cum inside me!” she howled with sudden unparalleled certainty. “Fill me up! Make me yours! Do it! Fill meeee!”


With that decided, the chorus of moans and screams coming from the pair reached a heavenly crescendo, and Sett lowered his head slightly, biting down on Quinn’s collarbone hard enough to leave a dark red mark as he came. His painfully hard cock throbbed, unloading torrents of white into her waiting nether. With one final hard thrust, he lodged himself as far inside as he physically could, crushing her pelvis against the wall, ensuring his seed would be spilled as deep inside her as possible. His limbs trembled uncontrollably, head swimming in the steamy environment, and his tongue lapped up the sour taste of raw sweat from Quinn’s skin and nostrils filled with much of the same rancid scent. As disgusting as that would have been in any other circumstances, his heady lust simply overrode those sensations as more of Quinn and their love and in that moment even her sour sweat tasted sweeter than anything else in the world. 


Feeling the first spurts of hot goo splash inside her, Quinn instinctively tightened her legs around him, squeezing his hips hard against hers, his twitching cock locked deep inside her welcoming pussy. His cum burned hot inside her and only halfway through unloading his seed, Quinn came hard as well. Her entire body quivered, rippling spasms shot down her limbs, digging her fingers deep into Sett’s back, not enough to claw his skin open, but definitely enough to be painful. The pain only drove him harder and made the raw sensations of passionate sex even better, much like the pain in Quinn’s collar from Sett’s bite driving her to even greater highs. Despite being a screamer earlier, she was silent now, instead grinding her teeth together, slipping into an orgasmic delirium as her unprotected womb was flooded with hot cum. Eyes screwed tightly shut, undeniable shocks of jolting pleasure ripping throughout her body, feeling Sett’s body pressing her heaving chest tightly against the cold wall, the vibrations from his heartbeats thumping against her chest, it was all just to much for her to handle. 


“Mhmmm... y-you’re just too good,” Quinn moaned softly, and with his head nested in her neck, she could see his ears perk up at the sound and giggled at his reaction. As her orgasm petered out, a few drops of cum leaking from her pussy while Sett’s cock still kept most of it in, gooey warmth stewing inside, her arms drooped limp over his shoulders, head doing the same pressed up against his face, utterly exhausted for the moment. 


“You big, handsome stud,” she whispered so quietly Sett could barely hear her, even though their faces were right next to each other. “My beastly, sexy lover. God I fucking love you so damn much.”


A nod.


“You’re so fucking hot. And the best lover in the whole world,” she continued whispering, no real rhyme or reason to her words, just wanting to expel the warm pressure in her chest, profess her still-not-completely-sated lust for him. “You still want more, don’t you?”


Another nod.


“Then carry me to the shower. We’ll clean up and-”


Sett shook his head. “I like it better a little dirty, actually” Sett interrupted, before pressing his face into her armpit and taking a big long lick at her sweaty armpit hair, just to emphasize his point. He laughed as she frowned deeply.


“You’re absolutely disgusting. Either way though, you’re welcome to lick your own cum out of my pussy, if that’s really what you want. Either way, your tongue is going to be inside me, it just depends what you want to be tasting,” she laughed at seeing his face turn. “No? Then shower it is.”


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Hot water splashed down on the top of Quinn’s head, dripping down her gorgeous naked body, all the way on to Sett, who’s face was pressed into her crotch, giving her a tongue-fucking she wouldn’t quickly forget. His technique was enough to make her sway with lightheadedness, though that might have been due to the heat and steam. Either way she kept both hands on the back of his head, mostly for balancing on her wobbly legs, but also pressing him forwards and encouraging him to continue.


“That’s it... just like that,” she moaned. “Y-you so f-fucking good, I... I can’t take it ... ughhghhnn!” Her body lurched and her arms tensed in a small orgasm, squeezing Sett’s face harder into her pelvis. Meanwhile Sett hadn’t let his hands off her ass for what seemed like hours at this point, spreading and squeezing Quinn’s perky butt much to her delight; kneading her doughy ass-flesh just never seemed to get boring. He shoved his tongue deep into her again and again, licking out her wet, squelching cavern, savouring the taste of his lover’s nectar. The taste barraging every bit of his tongue couldn’t be defined as good or bad, sweet or sour, but just something else entirely, something impossible to put into words other than it tasted like Quinn and he loved it. Driven entirely by instinct and lust, he brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again.


“ARUGH!” Quinn yelped, feeling a probing finger poke into her tight virgin ass. She looked down at Sett, lower half of his face buried in her unkempt brown pubes while his eyes showed a mischievous glint. “Y-you’re so ... indecent!” she groaned, scratching at his water-soaked hair and ears. “Keep playing with my butt and I’ll tie you up and sit on your face until morning!” she threatened. Of course, when Sett simply redoubled his efforts, she realized her mistake. “Or could it be that that’s exactly what you want...?”


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They were lying in her bed now, freshly cleaned up, both hot and bothered again. He sat against the headboard, propped up by a pillow while Quinn sprawled lower down against his legs, sucking him off. Her lips wrapped themselves around his shaft firmly, and she slid herself up and down slowly, revelling in his freshly cleaned scent of soap. One of her hands closed around his scrotum, softly feeling up his balls, still voluminous with potent sperm and she was lusting for a taste of it. 


“Gods, you’re so beautiful ... I can hardly believe it,” Sett murmured. The way her slightly wet hair clung to the sides of her face and her ears, her delicate features, though ordinary as her appearance was, in Sett’s love-drunk state she appeared to him as a goddess. “Just gorgeous. Waking up to this face would make anyone a morning person.”


Quinn’s face turned red at the compliments, eyes looking away in embarrassment. No matter how obscene the acts they performed on each other Quinn was unfazed and took it all into stride, but passing praises simply overwhelmed her. To distract herself, she went harder, bobbing her head deeper and faster into Sett’s crotch. She slid inch after inch of wet cock into her throat, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she did her best to suppress her gag reflexes. Her cheeks bulged and her nose bumped into Sett’s pelvis with every downwards motion. She’d heard enough about sex from her comrades late at night in the barracks, but had never thought much about it herself. Now she was cursing herself for not paying more attention to them. Sett clearly knew what he was doing as he could make her cum her brains out with just a few casual licks to her core, and yet she had none of the skills to please him. 


Almost as if he were reading her mind, but really reading her expression and body language, Sett chimed in. “You’re doing great, darling,” he reassured her. “It feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he praised, reaching down with one hand and gently stroking her hair and the side of her beautiful face. “Just lovely.”


Reinvigorated, Quinn continued, doing her absolute best to suck the cum out of her lover. She put both hands against his thighs for leverage and hammered herself down to the balls, her nose buried in his pubes, as messy and unkempt as hers. The unbridled musk turned her on and drove her even more, adding fuel to an already stoked fire. She forcefully choked his entire length down her smooth throat, sputtering loudly and messily as she did so. The thick, hard cock forced her oesophagus gaping open almost painfully, but feeling Sett’s shaking hands close around her head and the soft moans slipping from his mouth drove her with unrelenting frenzy. He wasn’t pushing her down; she was going unbelievably hard by herself with no help. It felt more like he was bracing himself against his ravenous lover, a testament to Quinn’s ability. 


So enthralled Sett was that when Quinn dove down once particularly deep, teeth grinding against his pubes, a wash of drool leaking down his pelvis, he came without warning. “F-fuck!” he grunted, the only signal afforded Quinn before hot semen sprayed from the cock in her mouth like a fire hydrant. Her cheeks bulged slightly as her mouth was filled, swallowing hard just to keep up. She drank down the stream of bitter cum with a savage thirst, pelting Sett’s scrotum gently, practically coaxing more jizz out of their storage. “Hughhghnnn...” she moaned as the last few drops landed on her outstretched tongue before finishing it all off with a big slurp on Sett’s cock, cleaning off the remaining dribbles of spilled cum and saliva and swallowing it all down with a big exaggerated gulp.


“Mmmmmm...you came so much...” she sighed and rested her head against his chest, finally spent and too tired to continue. Or maybe not.


“I can’t believe y-” Sett stopped midway through a word and looked down at her in disbelief, feeling her fingers wrapping around his once-again hardening shaft. “N-no, please, t-that’s too much, I-”


Quinn giggled dangerously as she pushed herself up with hand bracing against Sett’s chest. The other continued fondling his penis and felt it get harder and harder, despite Sett clearly wishing otherwise. “This can’t be all you have for me. I said don’t plan on sleeping tonight,” she murmured. “What did you think I meant?”


“Uh ... that we would hold each in a loving embrace while we talked about our lives and confessed our fears and dreams?”


“Just one more time, Sett. Just make me cum once more and I’ll wax romantically with you as much as you’d like. Just cum for me one more time...” she urged, guiding his cockhead towards her swollen pussy, breathing fast and shallow as he entered her again.


Sett threw his head back and sighed deeply. “Fine,” he agreed, digging his hands roughly into Quinn’s side and using that leverage to begin fucking upwards into her. “Just one more time...”


As the night progressed into early morning, one more time turned into two turned into three, until as some point the pair lost consciousness completely, so utterly exhausted by hours and hours of continuous love-making.


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“Gosh, you’re so cute when you’re still asleep,” Quinn teased, nuzzling Sett’s neck and chest, feeling his early morning unshaven stubble roughly against her. “Nothing like when you’re awake…” 


“How can you be up already…?” Sett mumbled and blinked in the morning sunlight, before trying to turn away from the gorgeous woman straddling him and go back to sleep. “We couldn’t have slept for more than a couple hours...”


“Scouts get up when the sun rises, no exceptions. It’s called discipline. Can’t expect a stupid pit fighter to know anything about that,” Quinn teased, pressing harder against him.


Not willing to let her get away with such a blatant insult, Sett filled his hands with her slim waist and bucked himself up roughly, reversing their position and flipping Quinn underneath him. “I’ll show you discipline” he murmured while he nibbled on her collar and caressed her lean torso. He stayed like that for a long time, almost half-asleep still, pleasuring her gently across her entire body while she sighed and purred in positive response. Fuck, I’ve never had anyone like this... Sett thought, continuing to press soft love against his new partner. Quinn was everything he’d ever wanted, and it seemed like following Zed’s advice and going to Demacia with Lux was the best decision of his life. Almost every morning he woke up bored and disappointed, in a way he was upset that the woman laying next to him was the best he could get. Even with Caitlyn, considering how much she clung to him despite learning his name after they’d already fucked for hours, she was just another repressed slut Sett managed to coax out. Undoubtedly the criminals in Piltover were having a field day with their new sheriffs now that Sett had left after making them both unapologetic cock-sluts. The crazy sex they had, sometimes roping in Jinx, that last night with Lux, all of it made for some of the best fucking he’d ever had. But he never woke up in the mornings satisfied. Sure, he was happy, being woken up every morning by a gorgeous girl sucking you off while her best friend rode your face with her delicious ass would make it impossible to be unhappy, but it wasn’t fulfilling. It was like only having fancy chocolate donuts every morning when all you really wanted was a whole wheat walnut bagel with some peanut butter that actually leaves you full and comfortable. The dullness never went away, and only intensified as even the wildest nights became routine. 


But now, his new reality with Quinn, a relatively plain-looking woman, her body slim and lean, and thoroughly ordinary, Sett felt truly whole for the first time. He rested his head in Quinn’s chest and as he felt marred fingers caress his hair and ears he realized, I’d be happy staying with her forever...


“Quinn?” 


“Mhmm?”


Sett paused for a moment, not sure if he should say it. 


Ah, fuck it.


“I-I love you,” he blurted out. “You’re beautiful and lovely a-and I want to be with you forever. I want to wake up every morning with you in my arms and to see your face and-”


“Flattery’s already gotten you everything you’re going to get...” she giggled, clearly not taking it as seriously as Sett meant.


Sett put his hands around her sides and lowered his face an inch from hers, serious intensity radiating from his neutral expression. “No, I mean it. I really do love you and I want to be with you.”


Quinn cut him off with a nervous laugh. “Sett, I’ve known you for less than a day.” She noticed how hard his face fell at her casual dismissal. “Y-you’re serious? I had a good time, but I didn’t think we were actually .. y’know... actually lovers or anything.”


Sett’s voice was low, and he looked like he was holding back tears. “I mean, the things you said last night just made me think, maybe...”


Quinn turned away in discomfort. “Those ... things I said, it was in heat of the moment, Sett. I didn’t mean for you to take it seriously. If you really meant ... what you said, then I’m very sorry for leading you on. I should have been more clear this was a one-off thing. I-I think it’s best if you leave,” she hesitated slightly, before putting a hand on his chest and pushing him away, a gentle push, barely enough to move an ant, but still a push away. And to an emotionally wounded Sett, it might as well have been a hundred-pound sledgehammer to the chest. He was devastated. He didn’t understand, they’d already had sex, that was supposed to be the hard part, how could just committing to love be so much more than that?


“Y-you don’t love me?” A pathetic plea was all he croak out. Pathetically desperate, as he already knew the answer.


“...no,” Quinn replied after a long pause, still not making eye contact. “You should go now.”


His arms were weak as he pushed himself off of her, the sudden rush of frigid morning air chilling him where Quinn previously kept him warm. The room was so cold all of a sudden.
