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The thrum of her guitar reverberates through her fingers as she strums the strings, being led into the beat by the drummer beside her. The cables in the guitar connect to the amplifier in her prosthetic leg, she literally can feel the beat swell within her. She licks her lips in anticipation.
"Step forward and meet a new sunrise
A coward is shivering inside"
Shivers run up her arm as the bassist works his magic, each note coming as if it were second nature.
"Today I'll be a friend of mine
Who swallows suffering with a smile"
She closes her eyes, swaying to the beat, performing to her adoring audience of three. A faint beep is caught in the wind.
"I drew a different reality
With unconditional loyalty"
She shakes her head— gotta keep in rhythm. Her foot stamps in tune to block it out.
"Ego hardly can be piqued
'Cause I'm selfless"
Until a certain bird's song echoes over her own voice, her heartbeat quickens. "Hold up, pause. Take five guys. Sorry."
The others shrug and start stretching as Scratch reaches into her pants pocket, only just noticing the vibrations.
Songbird
'How are you babe?
'When are you gonna be home?
'Miss you.'
She smiles as her fingers tap absentmindedly.
Me
'Sorry Songbird, was lost in a practice sess with the guys.
Didn't mean to ignore you.
How are you?'
Songbird
'Good. Wish you were here though.'
A low chuckle escaped her lips.
Me
'So needy. I'll be over soon, ok?'
A series of hearts appear in chat, so god damn sappy. S he's lucky I have a sweet tooth. She fights the lovesick grin on her face.
Songbird
'Are you alone right now?'
Her eyebrow darts up as she glances behind her; the guys are busy talking to each other.
Me
'Kinda, why?'
For a minute she got no response, confusion and tension rising within her. Suddenly she got a ping.
An image sent, she opens it and instantly her eyes widen in shock, her grip on the phone tightens in fear of dropping the device.
Within the palm of her hand she sees Sera in little but a warm pink set of lingerie that expose her breasts and creamy thighs, her pussy hidden by a stray hand as the other holds onto a leash connected to her studded collar— their anniversary gift. She has a sinful smile with rose gold lipstick painted on. It’s Scratch's favorite shade on her.
Songbird
'I miss you so much.'
Scratch worries her lip, unbothered if her teeth draw blood. Her pulse dances as she feels herself grow flush.
Me
'Fuuuuuuck babe you can't just send me that!'
Songbird
'Sorry Empress, I've been a bad girl.'
Noticing her throat has become increasingly dry, she licks her lips again as she responds lightning fast.
Me
'You that desperate for me baby?'
"Hey, Scratch!"
She turns and tries her damnedest to hide her growing blush. Her phone screen presses into her hip.
Her drummer, Vlad, is just smiling. "Look, your girlfriend obviously misses you. We've practiced a lot this week, go see her."
The other boys start making kissy faces at her, teasing. Fucking kids, the lot of them.
"Thanks boys, I'll see you in a couple days, ok?"
They wave her off as she perhaps, a bit excitedly, packs her gear away and makes her way to Seraphine's place. She checks her phone again.
Songbird
'Always desperate for you, love'.
Me
'I'll be there in 15 minutes. Be a good girl and wait for me, no touching yourself.'
She got a photo as a reply, Sera laying face down, ass up, giving a sultry stare at the camera.
Oh she is so getting punished when I get home.
With every step her heart races, excited to go home to her girlfriend. Surprised she can even think of that Topside building as home. Well… It isn't so much the building that is home as it’s her . Her smile, her voice, her heart, everything about her is so damn perfect.
As she approaches the alabaster building she reaches for the key Sera had custom made: built with Piltover gold and Zaunite steel, blended together. It was fucking cheesy— she adores it.
The lock makes a familiar click as she opens the door and makes her way inside, taking off her shoes and jacket at the door. The house remains suspiciously quiet. Not even Sera's pet squirrel, Acorn, can be heard chittering about.
She turns a corner to make it to their bedroom, the door to which is closed. Before her hand can grasp the handle she hears something. A whine. Soft, barely audible through the thick white oak door.
Scratch smirks, she really wants to be a bad girl today. She leans in closer, trying her best to remain hidden, Sera's voice becomes more wanton, moans and curses escaping.
"Fuck!... S-Scratch! I need…"
Never to leave a lady wanting, Scratch opens the door and is greeted to a sight that she wants burned into her memory.
Sera with her fingers teasing her pussy, circling. Legs spread fully to give her Empress a clear view. Her impeccable skin, all accentuated and exposed by this lacy lingerie that wrapped around her and barely contained her breasts and ass. Not to mention her legs. By Janna, Scratch could go hours worshiping her thighs and calves. Leaving all sorts of love bites and bruises in places only they would know about, leaving Sera to ache in the best of ways while she plays the part of the good girl Piltie in public.
Sera froze, eyes wide as saucers as she lay exposed, still as stone from the victim of a Noxian basilisk. She attempts to cover herself to give some sense of decency. Her cheeks are flushed and eyes dilated, trying her best to look in every direction but her girlfriend's eyes.
"I gave you one order, didn't I?" Sera knows the answer, but doesn't respond.
"Didn't I?" Her voice rises, commanding, demanding.
"Yes, b-but I-" Sera fumbles her words as Scratch stalks around the bed, her eyes taking Sera in like she is prey.
"And what was that, Songbird?"
"Not to touch myself."
"And what do I see when I return home? You fucking yourself like a desperate slut." Sera whimpers at the words, her core throbbing in anticipation.
"Come here." Without thinking, Seraphine crawls to the edge of the bed. Pure instinct taking over. Eager to follow orders.
"What's your watchword?" Scratch's eyes break the intensity they held a moment ago, instead full of care and adoration.
"Encore." She says with a barely contained smirk. She is sitting like a well trained puppy, so good for her… when she isn't a brat.
"Color?"
"Green."
Game on.
"So, since you can't seem to follow directions, you will need to be punished." She climbs onto the bed and positions herself next to Seraphine’s side. Her hand toys with her silky mane of hair—the pink dye needs a touch up, Scratch could see her brunette roots. Without warning she fists the hair and pulls Sera over her lap, Sera yelps but it is caught in between a moan.
"Eight spanks should be fitting, don't you think, Songbird?"
"Yes."
"Yes…?" Scratch asks expectantly.
"Yes, Empress."
"You know you are supposed to refer to me by my title, sweetness. For that I am adding two more spanks to your punishment."
"Yes, Empress. I am deeply sorry."
Scratch hums in agreement, her right hand caressing Sera’s ass before slapping her right cheek hard. Sera keens, biting her lips to hold the moan.
The impression of her hand grew as it was outlined in red, Scratch saw Sera grind her thighs together. She was desperate. Another smack echoed as she winces at the hit.
"You need to count out loud, love. How else will I remember what number we are on? I'll have to start over."
"S-sorry Empress." Seraphine struggles at trying to hide her enjoyment. She fails miserably.
Scratch strokes the reddening flesh like one would a precious pet, and Sera is precious. Without warning she smacks again— a low groan rumbles from the songstress.
"One."
A smile breaks out, Scratch's fangs bare.
"Much better."
She continues her ministrations, all sense of order, rhythm, or pace thrown out as the scene plays out. Sometimes spanking twice in a row, other times pausing to care for Sera's tender flesh. Both cheeks were beet red at this point, her breath ragged and panting.
"Final one, love. You can do it. I believe in you." Sera shivers before nodding, bracing herself for the final strike.
The final smack rang out and the air in Sera's lungs escaped as she melted into Scratch's lap. "Ten."
"Good girl, see? I knew you could do it." She eases Seraphine up, gently stroking her back as she slumps over her shoulder, shuddering at the contact. "Color?"
"Green." Sera replies, grinding her hips onto Scratch's thigh.
"You're making a mess on my pants, darling. You're positively dripping."
"I'm sorry, Empress."
"Very well. Take them off." As lively as a lightning bolt, Sera hops down to the floor, eager to serve. She unloops the belt to Scratch's pants and drags them down, and is greeted to a massive surprise— Scratch's thick member bulging from her boxer briefs.
Scratch grabs her leash and guides Sera's head up to look her in the eye.
"What do you want, darling?"
"Fuck me until I cry, Empress. Please."
Scratch’s smile is all teeth. A chuckle rumbles in her chest.
"I can do that, sweetheart. But first, look at what you've done to me. I've been like this since I saw your slutty photos. Take care of it."
"Yes, Empress." Without further instruction she reaches for the briefs with her hands but is quickly blocked by Scratch.
"Without using your hands."
"Yes, Empress." Scratch can feel the orchestra of excitement going through Sera's heart. It drives her mad. Sera places her hands behind her back as she leans in close to the object of her desire.
She places her lips to her lover's clothed cock, worshiping it as if it is her only purpose in life. And right now it was. Her tongue trails up and down the 8 inch length, needing to feel it in her mouth but still drawing the game out, her tiny act of rebellion. Scratch tries her best to keep her persona in check but it is hard. Sera's lips and tongue are heavenly and her urgency combined with her prolonged desire makes her feel weak… and she knows that Sera also feels her tiring.
Sera’s empathic powers make the game a push and pull, Scratch knows what she is doing to Sera and Sera knows what she is doing to Scratch, on both a physical and spiritual level. Each touch, each pulse, each taste, it sings a melody and Sera plays it like a master performer.
After deeming her ministrations sufficient, she approaches the top of the briefs, grasping them with her teeth and pulling them down. Her efforts are rewarded with her lover's cock slapping her in the face. So degrading, so unbecoming of the up and coming singer, so deliciously addicting.
Sera simply eyes it, the warmth in her core becoming maddening as she resists the urge to touch herself and take care of her wants. She licks her lips, craving it.
She presses her lips to it and hungrily kisses, up and down. Her tongue caresses and teases her girlfriend. Each movement plucks a chord and Seraphine studies what makes the most captivating song.
Scratch gazes at Sera through half lidded eyes, trapping her bottom lip with her teeth. Her grip on Sera's collar is more slack, letting her work. As she wraps her pillowy soft lips around the head and begins sucking, it takes all of Scratch's willpower to not crack from her role.
Bobbing up and down with a purpose, Sera seems intent to paint her cock with her lipstick, marking it all over. Her girlfriend's cock is covered in stains of rose-gold.
"Such a good girl, you love sucking cock don't you?" Rhetorical question, it's not as though Sera can answer. But to her credit she tries, backing off only to be pulled back with her leash. Scratch bucks into her, gagging her. Sera's eyes begin tearing and she starts keening. More. Please.
Scratch pulls out, a trail of saliva connects her dick to her lips. Seraphine gasps, starved for air. Her tanned hand cups Seraphine's cheek, thumb stroking.
"Color?"
"G-green." She stammers out. "So fucking green." Oh, she's swearing? She must be close.
Her thumb glides over Sera's bottom lip before she eagerly takes it in her mouth, reenacting her actions from just a few seconds ago.
Scratch's breath is caught in her lungs. Her girlfriend on her knees, so willing, so horny, lipstick ruined, black tears from her eye makeup, and she feels fucking ecstatic.
"Bend over." Scratch growls out, not even giving her a chance to move. She pushes Sera onto their bed and pins her wrists behind her back.
"You're mine." She whispers into her ear. Sera whimpers. Fucking whimpers . Her teeth toy with Sera's earlobe before moving to the nape of her neck and biting down. She wants her fangs to leave a mark, she wants her precious girl to remember tonight for a long time.
"Yours Empress! Yours! Fuck me, please, please…" she whines desperately, trying to grind into her Empress as much as possible, hungering to be filled.
Scratch's fingers glided over her pussy, her desire wantonly on display. There's nothing slow about this touch. She wants her to be a mess.
"You know what you have to do, Songbird. Beg for it."
"Please give me your cock, Empress! N-need it! I need-!" Her cries are a symphony that deserves to be savored, but Scratch loses to the lust. With a quick thrust she fills the pinkette, her fingers still toying with Sera’s clit.
Seraphine's screams echo in the bedroom— they may get a noise complaint from the neighbors. Well fuck them anyways, they once called Scratch a "Trencher Rat" and told Sera she needed to find pest control. Let them know how good she makes her girlfriend feel.
Scratch pulls her cock out ‘til just the tip remains, then slams back inside. Deep strokes, the sound of wet primal fucking continue in their room. A steady pace is set, though it takes all of Scratch's willpower not to speed up.
With each thrust, Sera bounces forward before being brought back to take each deep pounding. All rational thought iss gone— her arousal makes a mess of their bedsheets. Her fingers grasp for anything to no avail— her wrists are held firmly in place. Sera attempts to muffle her sounds by clutching the bed sheets between her teeth.
The pace between them gradually speeds up until she is thoroughly plowing Seraphine into the mattress. The syncopated beat of the mattress creaking to their flesh smacking warms Seraphine's soul. Who could tell.how long they have been at it, did the sun start out so low?
"C-cum! Gonna… Gonna-!" Words barely formed from Sera’s mouth as her jaw aches from clenching so hard on the sheets.
Scratch wants to draw it out, to edge herself along just a bit more, but she knows Sera’s limits, especially when her own are approaching as well.
"Let go, Songbird. Sing for me." The huskiness of her own voice surprises her— she must be going hoarse from grunting and snarling.
And with that Sera writhes, losing all control as she clenches and milks Scratch for all she is worth. She is certain she is seeing new colors. It feels like a series of fireworks going off all across her skin as she feels the sizzling and tingles in that oh so addicting way.
Scratch finishes alongside her with a guttural roar. Wave after wave of her release spills inside and paints Sera’s core, claiming her in the most intimate of ways. Panting, each breath becoming more delicious than the last. Her arms melt into jelly as she lowers herself next to Sera, trying her best not to just flop on top of her.
"How do you feel?" She asks as she numbly strokes a freshly forming bruise on Sera’s back, where her teeth latched onto earlier. She doesn't even fully remember some of them. She trails them like a map.
"My whole body aches." She mutters weakly, but then giggles. "But I needed that. Thanks, babe."
"Whose fault is that?" She asks jokingly.
Seraphine merely glares. "Yours." She couldn't hold the serious tone, a weak smile broke through. "But mine for wanting it."
"Anything for you, Songbird. If you wanted things rough you could have just asked."
"I know… I just." She pauses, unable to find the words at first. "This last week has been so stressful: Exams at University, pulling extra shifts at my dad's shop, struggling to make it to our competitions in Zaun ‘cause of guards instituting curfews. I just…" She snuggles deeper into Scratch, nuzzling her neck. "I missed you. I needed to not think."
"I missed you too, pretty girl. You did so good for me. Want me to draw us a bath?"
"Mhm." She nods a little before pressing her lips to Scratch's neck. She languidly untangles herself from the Diva as she stands up. "I promise I won't be long."
"I love you."
"And I you, Songbird."