Dumb question, of course.

Time was an interesting thing. It was one of the few things humans still couldn’t control. Sometimes Ekko felt proud to be so privileged to actually be an exception in that matter. Mostly, he didn’t care about this privilege. Skipping a few moments back in time had become some sort of a routine, while he fought in the rift. At vacation, it was mostly useless, he couldn’t use it at the tournament.

Without it Ekko felt strange, oddly exposed and ****. So naturally he didn’t take it off, even if he was busy. Or rather, another one being busy with him.

*gag* *slurp* *gag* “Hm” *slurp*

Ekko smiled at the ceiling, his eyes closed as the woman on the bed sucked on his big member. He barely moved his hips, because he was so thick and filled out the woman’s mouth entirely with his huge cock.

*gag* *slurp* *slurp*

“Can you still deepthroat?” Ekko asked to the ceiling.

A long slurping noise followed and he felt the back of a throat with his cocktip. He inhaled sharply and his hands clutched into the blonde hair of the woman, gagging on his thick member right now. She stayed there for more than ten seconds, until she needed some air and retreated herself.

“Damn,” Ekko muttered and looked down at her. Her blonde mane of hair was tied into a ponytail that was nonetheless so thick, it covered her bare back. She was lying on her belly, her exposed, firm tits resting on her arms. The few clothes she got, were scattered around the bed.

“Still got it,” Janna smiled at Ekko and winked. Her blue eyes glared at Ekko, an asking look on her face. “How often, though?” she added.

“Turn around,” was his only answer.

Janna followed his order and got up on all fours, turning around, so that her bare ass was presented to him. Ekko smacked at her soft flesh, with one hand, the other grabbing his shaft and directing it towards Janna’s pussy.

She gasped out noisily as he entered her wet folds, slowly thrusting inch after inch inside her. She was so tight around his big shaft he knew he couldn’t get all of it inside her entirely. Nonetheless, he tried to and spread her buttocks with his hands, to enter more easily into her.

“Fuuuck,” Janna half wailed, half moaned, her mouth shaped into a perfect ‘O’ as Ekko retreated himself and pushed back inside her again.

He kept doing that for a while until he decided to pick up the pace and thrusted faster back and forth. With one hand, he grabbed Janna’s blonde hair and pulled it up, so she followed with her head first until she kneeled up and leaned her back on his chest.

“Please…” she groaned. “Harder…faster…I need you to fuck me harder…”

Ekko grinned and kissed her neck, his hips now slapping loudly on her ass, his cock almost entirely stuck into her drooling pussy. Janna moaned out louder with every thrust and squeezed her firm breasts with her hands, her eyes half opened, her mouth hanging open. Ekko’s right hand was still in her blonde hair and pulled her closer to his bare chest, his other hand now enclosed around Janna’s neck, holding her in place, while he rammed his cock inside her fiercely. He felt that he couldn’t hold up this tempo for much longer, before he would spurt his load inside Janna’s waiting pussy…

He let go off her hair and moved his free hand towards his left wrist, to a watch with blue-shining numbers…

“No…” Janna muttered desperately, humping up and down herself with her hips now. “Please…stop…I wanna cum…”

“Sorry,” Ekko smirked. “But you know…every second matters.” And he pressed on the watch with his index-finger.

Blue light engulfed him and he felt very strange for a moment. Then the blue light was gone, Janna on her belly again, her mouth engulfing his cock.

“Can you still deepthroat,” Ekko asked for the tenth time in an hour. For Janna it would be the first time, even if she knew that he was usually manipulating time during sex.

She followed his order again, like she had the times before and held his cock in her throat again. Ekko counted in his mind and his smile got wider as he noticed that she managed to add another second to it.

Without his full equipment of time-travelling, Ekko couldn’t undo anything he and those involved in his time-skips could feel. During he and Janna had sex, he had become keen to use it either way. The fact, that he could recover from the edge of cumming through this a bit was a very pleasant circumstance. The fact that Janna seems to get even more turned on, could hold her breath longer, would be completely melting in his arms, once he let her cum, was probably even hotter. For her this would be the first time, he entered her pussy again after a year of waiting and she would be so **** to finally get off on his cock again that the pleasure she received was so strong, she might pass out. For Ekko it would be the tenth time to fill her pussy up, to get himself nearly on the edge of cumming, before he turned back time and started from the pleasure of her soft mouth all over again. Sadly, his balls would certainly give up at one point (even if he turned back time, he still fucked Janna since an hour and this made him come closer to the edge every time) and he had to give in the pleasure. But maybe once more…?

“Turn around,” Ekko said and watched with a smile as Janna turned around and offered her tight pussy to him.

Again, he felt her squeezing him like a vice, again, he enjoyed her ‘O’-shaped mouth, again, he started slowly and fucked her harder with every minute that passed. His balls tightened after a minute and Janna’s moans and gasps seem to be even louder this time. Maybe, the time had come at last to give them both what they wanted.

“You like my cock, Janna?” Ekko whispered into her ear, as he had grabbed her hair again and she leaned with her back against his chest.

“I love it!” Janna declared whimpering. “Please…please…you’re so big…”

“I don’t know yet,” Ekko grunted, his own pleasure rising to a very dangerous point.

“Please…” Janna moaned. “Please…please…I beg you…I’ll be a good girl…please, I’ll do anything…I'll be a good girl.”

“Anything, yeah?” Ekko muttered, thrusting hard into her. “Like cumming on my big cock inside you right now?”

“YES, PLEASE!” Janna screamed in ecstasy. “PLEASE, I…I…!”

“Do it then…” Ekko grunted.

He pushed her suddenly away from him and Janna collapsed on the bed, as Ekko took both of his hands on her ass and pounded into her pussy, if he was in a heat, his own orgasm inevitable by now. Janna screamed and moaned, her hands ripping on the sheets as her whole body started to shake and tremble uncontrollably. Her pussy squeezed Ekko so tight, it was just a matter of seconds now and he gave in to the pleasure at last, pulling out of Janna as the first drop of hot jizz shot out of his cock. His seed covered Janna’s shaking body and coated her skin, her hair and the sheets around her.

After his last drops spilled on her ass, he stayed there on the edge of the bed and looked at the panting Janna. Her eyes were closed and she had stopped to shake, but her breath was still shallow and very short.

“Good girl,” was the first thing Ekko said, after half a minute of silence. “That was…something.”

Janna didn’t respond, she just mumbled something unintelligible. Then she opened one blue eye and in it Ekko could see pure happiness, even if her gaze was still a bit hazy.

“Damn…” she said and wiped some of the cum, Ekko had fired even to her face, off herself. “That was a big load too…how often?”

“Ten times,” Ekko grinned and gave Janna’s ass an appreciating slap. “This one was a good one, I thought.”

“I’m glad,” Janna muttered and slowly got up her knees, her eyelids fluttering for a moment. “Damn, I am seeing stars…but I’ll need a shower…” she wiped some cum off her back. “You showered me though,” she added with a wink. “Couldn’t manage to get any more rounds at last?”

“I don’t think so,” Ekko grinned, following Janna into the bathroom. “You begged me so kindly since round six, I couldn’t stop then.”

Janna giggled and as she stepped into the bathroom, she looked at Ekko and took his flaccid cock into her hands once again. “You don’t mind if I help myself with that? For you it had been ten times, I got this in my mouth, but for me it was just once…”

“I won’t complain,” Ekko grinned as he turned on the water. “That’s why you are my good girl after all.”

“She looked stressed out, don’t you think?” Lucian asked, swiping through his smartphone.

“Who? Vayne?” came the voice of Senna out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, don’t you see her grumpy face?”

“Don’t know. Maybe someone already fought with someone else?”

“I mean, we get more and more every year, I wouldn’t wonder though.”

“Speaking of which…” Senna opened the door to the bathroom and Lucian looked up to see her in a black leggins and sports-shirt that amplified her curves massively.

Lucian’s cock seem to press immediately at his boxers under the sheets as Senna strolled towards the bed, a very knowing smile on her face.

“…your years without me,” she said kindly. “First years here, you know?”

“What about them?” Lucian replied, putting his smartphone on the nightside-table left of him.

“I mean, I know about Katarina, Sarah and Akali,” she said and crawled now on the bed, like a panther, her shining green eyes on his face. “Last year, we had so much fun with them. But what about…you know…more men?”

“Does my wife want to get filled in all her holes?” Lucian asked kindly. “Is her husband’s single penis just too less for her to be satisfied enough.”

“You know that’s bullshit,” Senna said simply, pulling away the covers and glaring anticipating at Lucian’s boxers. “How could I resist something that’s so lucky to see me? No. I just wonder…” and she started to stroke with one hand over the fabric off his boxers. “I am fine with more women in this bed. Are you fine with more men too?”

“Depends who you ask, I guess,” Lucian replied with a shrug. “Who do you have in mind?”

“Garen,” came the immediate answer from Senna. “Because Kata always praised his stamina. Ekko, because, I’d love to get double-stuffed by two fat cocks. And Sett, because Akali said to me earlier, he would be interesting for sure.”

“Why?” Lucian asked, casually removing his boxers, so that Senna could stroke him without any fabric between them.

“Akali said something about ‘endurance’ and ‘willpower’. Sounds fun though,” Senna grinned and stroked Lucian with one hand, her green eyes still fixed on his brown ones. “But in the end, you don’t need to worry.”

“I thought so,” Lucian smiled and stroked her cheek with one hand. “Same goes for me. I know, you can watch over yourself.”

“And I know, you’ll never forget me,” Senna grinned and dived down to suck on his now completely hardened shaft.

“I’ll never forget you, Senna,” Lucian grunted satisfied as her tongue circled over his head, before she took it into her mouth entirely.

Pantheon gave his moustache a little twist with his thumbs as he looked into the mirror. Without the helmet he always felt a bit exposed, but he was satisfied with his appearance and wrapped a towel around his waist. He just finished a warm shower and a well-deserved beard grooming. Now he just wanted to go into bed, sleep a bit and stand up late tomorrow.

Humming a melody, he walked straight towards his big bed, but before he reached it, the door knocked.

“Coming,” Pantheon said and turned to the side, heading to the door.

He half knew the person, who might knock in the middle of the night at his room and he put on his most charming smile. But as he opened the door, his smile faded. Red eyes, the helmet merged with his grey skin of the face, the imposing figure of Aatrox glared at him with a spiteful smile. Pantheon stared back into this twisted face, his eyes blinked to the side of the door, where his spear rested on the wall.

“What did you think, Pantheon?” Aatrox growled annoyed. “Why are you so lame?”

Pantheon stared at him. “Lame?” he repeated bemused.

“You didn’t sign up?” Aatrox asked and crossed his arms. In his dark, evil face, Pantheon saw disappointment. “Draven said, you do not want participate.”

Pantheon chuckled. So that’s the way the wind was blowing. “No,” he said almost apologetically. “I won’t. Sorry, but I came late and the list was already full.”

“Coward,” Aatrox grumbled.

“I am truly sorry,” Pantheon said and meant it this way. “But if you still want to fight me…I think tomorrow after diner is a good time. With normal weapons, if you want.”

“Really?” Aatrox’ dark face seem to lighten slightly with something near a happy voice. “But Vayne’s rules…”

“I’ll talk with her,” Pantheon assured him. “I am sure, she’ll make an exception.”

“My old enemy,” Aatrox said almost cheerful. “I am looking forward to smash you into the earth.”

“In your dreams, my old enemy,” Pantheon chuckled and winked at Aatrox. “See you at the battlefield.”

Amused and a bit baffled about the fact that Aatrox came to him and asked politely for a fight, Pantheon closed the door and went into bed, watching a few videos on the tablet, provided by Vayne and just wanted to sleep after all, as the door knocked again.

“Yeah?” he asked and suppressed a yawn.

The door opened and a violet-skinned woman came into the room. Her white long hair fell over her purple robe and the horn on her forehead was shining in the same bright light as her glowing eyes. Her hooves clicked over the floor as she came to his bed, looking at him with a face of great displeasure.

“I understand that you regret being late,” Soraka said without an inviting ‘hello’ or ‘good to see you again’. “Thus, you seek some sort of contest, I see. But giving Aatrox your word, you want to battle him…”

“Did he tell you, or did you watch my conversation with him?” Pantheon replied amused.

“I…” Soraka interrupted herself and gave him a pouting look. “What does it matter? It’s dangerous to fight Aatrox. Especially with Vayne in reach.”

“Her little cheatcodes doesn’t frighten me,” Pantheon scoffed. “Neither does Aatrox. As you know very good.”

Soraka grumbled something and rolled her eyes. “But…”

“And even if I get hurt,” Pantheon continued and his charming smile returned. “I have someone here to patch me up afterwards.”

Soraka raised her eyebrows. “So that’s what you want?” she asked strictly. “Me? Tending your wounds? Patching you up? Feel my hands on your muscles again?”

“Is it not, what you want too?” Pantheon asked softly.

A twitch in Soraka’s stern face. Pantheon grinned. “Thought so,” he said and sat up on his bed. He took one violet hand in his and brushed it slightly with his lips, looking up into her bright eyes. “Star-child,” he announced gently. “May I?”

Soraka didn’t move for nearly half a minute. Then, she sighed loudly and pulled her hand away from Pantheon and for a second, he thought she would leave him now. But then, she took her hands to her neck and loosened her robe with a swift move. It dropped to the floor at once and now Soraka stood naked in front of Pantheon, her dark nipples erect on those big breasts, her shaved pussy glistening in the gloomy light of the bedside lamp.

Pantheon couldn’t really enjoy the beauty of her nude body, because Soraka was on his lap a second later, kissing his scarred chest and humping on his crotch. His cock under the towel began to grow against her moistening pussy, as Soraka reached his mouth with hers and fiercely started to kiss him. With his strong hands Pantheon squeezed her ass, while Soraka still rode his cock over the fabric of the towel.

“Fuck me, dear,” Soraka muttered under her breath. “Fill me up with your seed. I want it so bad…”

“I hoped you say that, star-child,” Pantheon said, his voice not louder than a growl. With one hand he loosened the towel and stood up. He had no problems holding her close to him with one hand, her hooved legs wrapped around his waist. She was way smaller and weighed no more than his armour. With his other hand he pulled away the towel and his throbbing cock sprang free. Not wasting a single second more, he grabbed his member and shoved it into Soraka’s awaiting pussy.

“Yes…” she murmured. “Yes…”

She embraced him with her arms around her neck and wrapped her legs closer around his waist, her pussy clenching around his shaft. With the support of his hands, she bounced up and down his length and soon she was moaning into his ear, her soft voice like music in Pantheon’s ears. Soraka always liked to have a lot of meetings during vacation, especially when people had been hurt. After all, she was a good healer.

But from all the male champions, she had searched Pantheon most. Probably because he was an aspect of Targon too. Or simply because she loved to be pleasured by someone, who could manhandle her this easily.

“Fuck me harder,” she demanded, after a minute of bouncing up and down in the air.

Pantheon followed her wish and turned around, putting her on his bed, so she was lying in front of him, her legs spread, her pussy ready for another **** of his hard shaft. Her bright eyes beamed at him.

“Fuck me,” she said again, as Pantheon took her hooves into one hand and shoved his cock back into her pussy, which was now tighter than ever because of her closed legs. “Hard!” she added, as Pantheon slowly thrusted into her. “I wanna get pierced by your spear, Atreus.”

The mentioning of his mortal name made Pantheon stop for a second. Then he spread Soraka’s legs and started to pound into her. He was hammering his hips back and forth, his hands clung around her hooved legs, staring at Soraka with gritted teeth. She was glaring back, her mouth open and tongue lolling out, moaning and gasping, whimpering and almost wailing as Pantheon fucked her hard and fast, like she wished too.

Even a god couldn’t stay immune against the pleasure that soon rocked through Pantheon’s body and soon, he also grunted deeply as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Soraka’s cries of pleasure, who definitely reached her own peak during his relentless pounding, were just adding to his arousal.

“Fill me up!” Soraka moaned out loud. “I beg you…please…I need your seed inside me…fill me up…!”

Pantheon wouldn’t have done otherwise even if Soraka said so. With a loud groan, he felt his orgasm jetting out of him and filling Soraka’s pussy with his hot seed. With a few hard strokes into her, he felt the last drops of cum spilling into her and stayed there with his throbbing shaft, catching his breath at last. His legs felt a bit shaky, but he didn’t sway and just looked down at Soraka, who laid on the bed, her hands over her face.

“Heavens…” she muttered into her hands. “Fuck…oh, I missed that.”

“That’s my good girl,” Pantheon smiled and pulled out of her. Long stripes of his cum followed his pulsing shaft and painted her thighs with sticky seed, a thick portion of it, gushed out of her and ran over her ass. She propped herself up a bit and smiled at Pantheon, beaming with happiness.

“Damn, I could make a dozen banana-shakes with that much milk,” Soraka said amused and wiped some of the cum with her hand off her pussy, leading them to her mouth and licking them clean.

“Hope you are joking,” Pantheon grumbled and took one hand to her neck. “Now clean me up like a good girl. I don’t want to take a shower again.”

Soraka obeyed without protest, she happily took his length back in his mouth and sucked it gently, for a minute, looking up to him with her bright eyes. After that, she stood up and put on her robe again. Cum was still dripping, out of her pussy and ran down her legs.

“See you soon, Pantheon,” she said, as he laid back on his back, winking at him at the door. “Don’t you loose against Aatrox, though. I don’t want my favourite piercing spear to be out of order for too long.”

“Don’t you worry, star-child,” Pantheon chuckled. “It takes a lot until my spear dulls.”