A pretty rehearsed routine

Garen had expected to get awaken from his alarm-clock, because he had been so exhausted that he really needed some sleep. But as he came back from a very short sleep, he felt Katarina’s mouth already back on his cock.

Garen grumbled as he opened one lazy eye lazily, just like the day before and saw Katarina slowly and sensually slurping all over his cock.

“Morning…” Garen muttered.

Katarina’s green eyes blinked up to him and she winked at him, before she started to bob her head up and down again. A bit too tired for now, and unable to speak much, Garen just laid his head back and enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on his hard member once again. His tiredness seems to vanish with every movement from Katarina’s mouth, he recognized. His senses sharpened a lot, as she began to jerk him off, while her tongue played with the tip of his cock.

“How long do we have…?” Garen muttered, his eyes still closed.

“Long enough to give me a big load,” Katarina said softly. “Maybe two?”

“Keep doing that and you’ll get number one in no time,” Garen said and looked at Katarina, who smirked at him.

“Yeah?” she asked innocently and quickly pumped his cock with both of her hands. “You wanna explode right into my face now, honey? Making a mess out of me?”

Garen had the word ‘Yes’ already formed in his mind, as a second glorious thought came to his mind. He was a bit more potent than usual and could easily go again. The last evening had proved that. All he needed to ensure was that Katarina also was ready for another round. And he knew exactly, how to make sure of that.

“I want it on my face, honey,” Katarina said, still jerking Garen hard and fast. “Do it, baby…come on…come on…show me what you got for me…come on, give it to me…give it to meeeah!”

She interrupted herself as Garen raised up and grabbed her head at once. Katarina wasn’t prepared for that and had to open her mouth as Garen **** her down on his shaft, his cum shooting out of his cock the moment he felt her throat. He held Katarina in place and shot his whole load inside her throat, until he was finished. Only then, he pulled her head away and laid back on the bed, an extra-smug smirk on his face.

Katarina coughed and gasped for air as she was freed of his grip. Then her eyes shot at Garen. Any normal man, who was getting this look Katarina gave him now would probably run away, screaming like a little girl. Her eyes really could kill sometimes. But Garen was more than happy that his plan seemed to have worked.

“What part of ‘cum on my face’ did you not catch, Garen?” Katarina asked coolly.

“Sorry, I thought I spare you of getting cleaned afterwards,” Garen replied, still smiling as self-satisfied as possible.

“Sparing me of getting cleaned, huh?” Katarina asked and raised up on her knees. “You think, you’re some smartass, right? Coming right in my throat, gagging on your cock…you liked that, right?”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Garen agreed.

“You think, I am your little cockslut, Garen?” Katarina asked and in her angry face Garen could see her desire for just a second. “Your toy to play with and use however you want?”

“Are you not?” he asked calmly. “Are you not the one waking me up every day, praising my cock with your mouth? Aren’t you willingly give in to me? Aren’t you my little bitch?”

Katarina’s face twitched. Then she was on top of Garen and her pussy right above his face.

“We’ll see, who is the bitch here, Crownguard!” she hissed and pulled his hair to get him closer to her wet crotch. “You eat that pussy right now or I’ll…ah!”

Garen had pulled her ass into his face and hungrily had started to devour Katarina’s pussy. She held him in place before she reached back with one of her hands and grabbed his cock.

“Already getting hard for me again, are you?” she taunted him under suppressed moans and gasps. “Who is the little bitch now, huh? Who belongs that cock? You think, it’s yours, but its mine, Garen! Mine to play with and mine to worship and mine to decide when you are allowed to cum and not…”

Garen had no intention to answer her monologue, mostly because he was too busy to lick Katarina to orgasm herself, but even if he could, he didn’t want to. Something about an angry, sex-hungry Katarina fueled with lust and desire made him more excited than everything she did to him.

“You can’t deny it, Garen,” Katarina moaned and humped her hips a bit to get Garen’s tongue even deeper inside. “You are my little bitch, my toy, not otherwise. You crave for my touch and my pussy and my mouth and you cannot…”

But what Katarina think, Garen couldn’t do was interrupted, as Garen pulled her with his whole strength from his face and threw her on the mattress.

“What can’t I do, Kat?” he asked as he quickly climbed on top of her and held her hands with a single hand down. “Overpower you?”

“Fucking asshole, let go of me now!” Katarina hissed and tried to struggle out of his grip.

“What can’t I do, Kat?” Garen repeated and held her in place, while he used his other hand to spread her legs and pull his cock to her exposed pussy. “Use you like the bitch you are?”

“Fucking prove that you can resist me,” Katarina moaned, as he shove his cock into her pussy in one stroke. “Because you can’t.”

“We’ll see about that,” Garen groaned as he pressed her deeper into the mattress and began to fuck her hard and deep.

“Oh, shit, you fucking asshole!” Katarina exclaimed, but in her anger, Garen heard her true nature.

“Little bitch,” he countered.

“Dull blockhead!”

“Redheaded whore…!”

“Blonde son of a bitch!”

“You’re close already? I can feel you tensing…” Garen noted, still ramming his hips into Katarinas pussy.

“You better cum deep inside me this time, or you’ll regret it!” Katarina moaned and completely forgot to sound angry. It was more of a loud request.

“Who is the little bitch now, Kat?” Garen groaned out. He felt his own orgasm approaching after all as well.

Katarina didn’t answer, she just screamed out her pleasure as her whole body trembled, still caught under Garen’s sweaty muscles. The feeling of her pussy that spasmed under him was way too much for Garen and he shot his second load of the day right into her waiting pussy.

He slowed down with his movements as Katarina milked him with her pussy and started to purr satisfied. As he was entirely spent, Garen rolled off her and the two laid there, Katarina on her belly, Garen on his back and only breathed in and out.

The alarm-clock rang and both of them winced immediately.

“Fucking hell,” Garen muttered and quickly turned it off.

“Spoilsport Vayne,” Katarina scowled with her normal voice again and rolled on her back as well. “I guess now we both have to shower after all…”

“Yeah…” Garen muttered and looked at Katarina. “Sorry, baby.”

“For what?” Katarina asked lazily. “The orgasm you just gave me?”

“The surprise throat-pie,” Garen said. “I just figured it would be a good way too make you go crazy for another round.”

“You read me like a book sometimes,” Katarina chuckled and raised up. She looked at Garen with a very satisfied smile. “I would say we continue this routine every morning possible, to see who gets the upper hand more often?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Garen grinned and raised up as well. “But only if we both wake up together. With no one else there,” he added, as he saw Katarina’s raised eyebrow. “Other people could think we’re having a very toxic relationship.”

Katarina snorted amused and kissed Garen quickly on the cheek. “Deal, you little bitch,” she said and slipped off the bed. “Shower now, come on. We shouldn’t be late if Vayne wants to hold her speech…”

---

As expected, the breakfast started with Vayne talking about the program during the vacation. The whole league was there and Garen had sat directly next to Katarina this time. Talon, who had come to the room with Quinn also sat besides them.

“First things first, I open the pool-area tomorrow, not today”, Vayne started her speech. “Thanks to Twitch (she gave the enormous rat a grim look) the water of the sewers came into the pools and the cleaning program still is working to get it de-junked again.”

“Sorry, Vayne,” Twitch said apologetically and eyed Vayne’s special gloves carefully. “It was an accident…you know I don’t want any trouble.”

“Anyways,” Vayne said, ignoring the rat entirely. “Tomorrow it should be clean and ready for some fun at the pools. Renekton, Taric, can I expect you for baywatch-duty?”

“Sure thing, Vayne,” Taric said with a wink.

"I'd love to watch, as long as I get something to eat up there," Renekton nodded and eyed Gankplank with hungry yellow eyes. "Something raw, or things get messy,” he added.

"Don't blame me, last year this degenerated food-vac ate all the raw meat on its own," Gankplank said and pointed at Kog'Maw, who made a sound, something between a growl and a cackle.

“The tournament,” Vayne continued, ignoring them entirely. “Is starting in three days. The list is full, and the teams of the group-phase are settled. Draven is your contact if you have any questions. Furthermore, there will be the concert, which will include K/DA and Pentakill in a week. Maybe even two concerts, depending on how much songs they got.”

Appreciated murmurs sounded through the whole room.

“I guess we won’t see much of them,” Katarina muttered to Garen.

“If we don’t get an invitation to join backstage, I doubt it,” Garen grinned. The ladies of K/DA had their private party after their gig and it was obvious, how Ahri, Evelynn and Akali imagined this party to go. Speaking of Ahri, Garen saw her sitting on a table with Riven, Nidalee and Sett and the self-proclaimed box-champion looked like he had a really short night. Garen wondered how Sett was doing on his first vacation…the ladies who were sitting by him probably weren’t there coincidentally.

“…That’s for the program. I hope you’ll enjoy your vacation,” Vayne concluded.

“We surely will!” Draven chimed in with his wide grin and many champions agreed with loud laughter and more applause.

“And even if I won’t stop you to have fun…” Vayne continued loudly, and the room went silent again. “I have a few things to say. Little problems first. Tryndamere, if you drag your sword one time over the parquet again, I’ll be sending you the bill.”

“Sorry,” Tryndamere answered and raised his hand to apologize. He sat next to his wife Ashe and a few more Freljordians, who all looked at him amused. “Old habit, ya know…”

“Singed, if you experiment again and blow something up, please report it faster than last year,” Vayne continued, ignoring Tryndamere as well. “Kha’Zix, if you eat anything that you shouldn’t eat, I’ll order you a strict diet. GP, if you annoy Fortune again, I’ll make sure you don’t get to be on the BBQ.”

“She started it,” bellowed Gankplank annoyed,

“Shut it,” Vayne said calmly, before Miss Fortune, who shot him a very daring glance again, could say anything. “There had been enough trouble without you two arguing anyways. Which brings me to the real thing. I am still pissed…”

She hopped off the chair and tapped on her glove again. Now the last voices died and everyone gazed at Vayne, who looked into the crowd grimly. “I warn you all,” she said calmly and quiet and yet every word was crystal clear. “I had to use this twice already. Don’t tempt me to use it again. You have many freedoms in here, but I won’t allow any curses against anyone, Evelynn.”

She pointed at a table where Evelynn sat with Tahm Kench and looked just as tired and bad-tempered as Sett. The demon scowled at Vayne and just stared at her long claw-like hands, ignoring the many amused looks from the champions around her. Tahm chuckled and gave her a pat on the shoulders, licking his enormous mouth with his long tongue.

“What did she do already,” Garen asked quietly, but Talon and Katarina both shrugged.

“I also don’t like it, if anyone in here threatens someone outside the arena with ****, Kayn,” Vayne continued and pointed at Kayn. He also just stared at his knees as everyone gazed at him too.

“And I hate it, if anyone in here gets more people involved into shit, which you cause all by yourself, Sett,” Vayne finished and gazed at Sett. Garen noticed that he wasn’t looking away and held Vayne’s daring glance.

“This is my last and only warning for this year,” Vayne said and looked around in the silent room. “I have a glove with powers of the rift, I am stocked up and I had been very trigger-happy the last hours. Don’t upset me or you’ll find out soon enough by yourself.”

A short silence followed, interrupted as Rammus came to Vayne, looked to her under his shell and said: “Okay.”

“Well…” Katarina said, as the buffet was opened after that statement. “Whatever these three experts were thinking, but pissing Vayne off before we even are all here must’ve been a record.”

“A record I don’t intend to break,” Garen said and got himself some cereals.

They all ate their breakfast and chatted casually with each other. Elise and Cassiopeia had joined them on their table and Garen was actually enjoying a quite normal conversation that didn’t was about sex and their Katarina’s next ideas. Nonetheless, Garen hadn’t forgotten what happened and his eyes scanned the room after a while to search Fiora.

He found her and as she noticed his gaze she nodded slightly. As she ate up, she strolled over to them and smiled kindly. “Good morning,” she greeted them.

“Hello Fiora,” Garen said. “I remember, we had a meeting today?”

“Yes,” Fiora agreed, her eyes glancing over to Talon. “But I fear, zis is a thing between Katarina, Garen and me. If you understand…?”

“Have you been misbehaving, Talon?” Cassiopeia asked with a grin. “Or don’t you enjoy the presence of the whole trio?”

“I would enjoy, if you leave zis whole thing to ze three of us,” Fiora said calmly.

“It’s alright,” Talon said with a shrug. “I think I can live with that. Don’t worry.”

“Merci,” Fiora said satisfied. “I won’t steal your precious time together more zan usual. Just remember to come in shape, as I mentioned.” She winked at Garen and walked off.

“Whatever she plans…” Cassio said and watched how Fiora left the room. “She is one hell of a naughty person, if she wants you to dress up for her.”

“And what do you do, Talon?” Elise asked casually, her long fingers playing with a strain of her black hair. “Got a date too?”

Talon looked at her, slightly frowning. “You?”

“If you want…?” Elise said with a big smile.

“Nothing against you…” a voice sounded from behind Garen. “But I think, Talon-boy likes a date with less than eight legs.”

It was Miss Fortune. She had come to their table and now beamed at Talon, who returned her gaze with an unreadable face.

“I see,” Elise said with a fake pout. “I cannot top that offer…”

“Besides,” Katarina said and elbow-checked Talon in the side. “You have missed the opportunity last day.”

“Thanks, I noticed that on my own,” Talon said calmly, but gave Miss Fortune an appreciative nod.

“So glad, we all have plans for today,” Cassiopeia said amused and winked at Katarina. “Well then…we won’t stop you any further. Elise?”

“No, I think we won’t,” Elise grinned and together the two different women, one half a snake, one half a spider stood up and went to the exit.

“I’ll quickly tell my sister, I’ll be busy this morning,“ Garen said and stood up too. “See you at Fiora’s room?” he asked Katarina.

“Come in shape,” she repeated with a wink.

Garen grinned and went to Lux’ table. She sat alone there and just stared into nothingness, only a half-emptied mug of coffee in front of her.

“Hey, you alright?” Garen asked her as he reached her and took his hand on her shoulder.

Lux turned around and smiled. Garen noticed that she was not doing it the way she usually radiated happiness but blamed the early morning for it.

“Yeah sure,” Lux said and it sounded completely normal, so Garen was reassured everything was okay. “You want something?”

“I’m just off for a longish jog around the grounds,” Garen said. He wasn’t sure, why he was lying exactly, but he figured that Lux wouldn’t like the true nature of his disappearance either. Sometimes she behaved very prude about the sex-life he had in here. “Won’t have my phone with me, so if someone seeks me…” Garen concluded vaguely.

“Alright,” Lux nodded. “See you.”

“Bye, sis,” Garen said, patted her back and walked through the room. As he passed Katarina who talked to MF now, he gave her a quick slap on the ass, receiving a naughty grin and a daring glance.

“See you soon,” she mouthed tonelessly and Garen left the room, already anticipated what would await them, once they were in Fiora’s room.