Exploring the Blade Dancer

Your walk back to Irelia's home was luckily uneventful - she had apparently chosen to live on the outskirts of a small village, rather than anywhere busy, which meant that you only passed by a couple of Ionian civilians, who bowed respectfully to the person they believed to be their savior. You used Irelia's memories to wish them well, before continuing on your way, until finally you reached Irelia's modest abode, and managed to slip inside without anyone seeing you. Shutting the door behind you, you lean back against it and let out a deep sigh, smiling as you felt Irelia's perky butt press against the wooden door. "Heh... hard for someone like you to get some privacy, isn't it?" you say, listening to Irelia's melodic voice pass through your stolen lips. "Thank the Spirit that you've got a place like this all to yourself... and now, I've got you all to myself."

Opening your eyes, you look around the small home, noting how little Irelia actually owned in her life. A few chairs around an old table, a simple kitchen area on the far side, and Irelia's memories told you that through the door was her small bedroom - with a barely-furnished bed and a small dresser with only a handful of other clothes.

Smiling, you relax the control over Irelia's blade crest and let it hang above the door, before walking over to the kitchen and lighting the stove to start boiling some water for tea. Heading into Irelia's bedroom, you sit down on the edge of her bed, your ass melting into the mattress, and reach down to start pulling off your tight boots. As you tug them off your toned calves, you gasp as Irelia's calloused feet pop free into the cool air, and the musk of her sweaty feet wafts up to your nose. "Mmm..." you moan, vaguely finding the scent more arousing than disgusting. Setting them down next to the bed, you reach up to your head and lift the metal headpiece off of your head, letting Irelia's long hair fall down around your face as you gently set it down on a small endtable.

Lying back on the bed, resting Irelia's head into the pillow, you smirk as you drink in the sensations of your new body. You subconsciously let your hand drift down between your thighs, and slip it under the tight pants, worming your fingers into Irelia's underwear and letting out a breathy moan as you brush against her pussy, already dripping with arousal. Taking a breath, you quickly plunge two fingers into her pussy, barely holding in a scream, and feeling your other hand involuntarily come up to start caressing your breasts as waves of pleasure shoot up your spine. As you continue fingering yourself, you feel Irelia's legs twitching and toes curling, and as you feel the climax quickly approaching, you finally let go and let out a loud scream, before the explosion of pleasure rocks your body, juices squirting out from Irelia's tight pussy and utterly drenching both your hand and the inside of your pants. You feel your eyes rolling back in your skull as you come down from the high, the continuing aftershocks sending spasms through your body, and let yourself relax into Irelia's bed as the throes of sleep start to claim you.

Suddenly, you feel a certain lightness, and are struck by how... familiar it feels. Opening your eyes, you're surprised to see the ceiling of Irelia's home only a few inches from your face. "I didn't think this room was that small..." you muse, before rolling over to see that it wasn't the room - you were floating! And not only that, you were back in your ghost form! Looking down, you see Irelia passed out on the bed below you, her hand still stuck down her pants - pants that now had a huge wet spot on the front, thanks to your misuse of her body.

You can't help but chuckle at the sight, almost wishing you had a camera, before you see Irelia's brows furrow as she starts to wake up. Opening her eyes, Irelia slowly blinks away the sleep, and you watch as she looks around confused, no doubt wondering how she got back to her home. "What am I... Spirits, what happened?!" she suddenly shouts as she looks down, pulling her hand out of her pants and staggering to her feet, staring down in disgust at her soaked legs. "Ugh, what was I doing?" she mutters, and you watch in delight as she pulls off her pants, holding them up in front of her with a grimace, before tossing them into a basket in the corner and walking over to her dresser, utterly unaware of the ghostly intruder watching her. She pulls out another pair of pants, and quickly slides them up her legs, before turning to head back out to the main room, holding a hand to her head in confusion.

Tired of being a mere spectator, though, you quickly dive headfirst into Irelia's chest, hearing her gasp as a shudder runs through her body. Before you know it, you're back in the driver's seat looking through Irelia's eyes, and you smile as you reach your arms up to stretch a kink out of your shoulders, before continuing to walk back out to Irelia's kitchen, where the water for your tea was just about finished boiling. As you drew upon Irelia's memories to finish brewing a nice pot of tea, you couldn't help but smirk at the fruits of your power: Xan Irelia, the Savior of Ionia, was nothing more than your puppet now - her body a meatsuit for you to walk around in - and everyone around you would see nothing amiss. Finally, you sit down to drink your tea, having also plucked a loaf of bread from Irelia's kitchen, and relax as you take a sip. "Mmm..." you hum, pleased with the taste of your tea. "You're too stiff all the time, Irelia... why don't you let me handle things for now? I think we could have some real fun together."