Finishing with Sarah and meeting several sorts of concurrence

Sett felt his orgasm building up again and intensified the strength of his thrusts again. With deep, hard strokes he drove his cock into Sarah’s pussy, who had clenched at his arms with her hands, shuddering with pleasure. Sett groaned as he shot his third load of the day into Sarah’s womb and collapsed on top of her, seeing stars for a few seconds.

Sarah moaned happily and kissed his shoulder and neck as Sett caught his breath, his cock in her pussy twitching and squeezing the last drops out of him.

“Payment done?” Sett muttered into Sarah’s shoulder, still recovering from his massive orgasm.

“Absolutely,” Sarah chuckled and pushed Sett to the side, rolling on top of him. Her tits on his chest, he felt his seed slowly running down from her pussy to his legs.

“You were pretty good, though,” Sarah complimented him and stroked tenderly through his hair. “Maybe one of my favourites already.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Sett grumbled and closed his eyes. “Do I want to know who are your favourites or will be massively distressed afterwards?” After he had talked to her, he was pretty sure that she wasn’t lying and that she truly had nearly anyone in this mansion for once. He didn’t judge her for that, but he was confused to say the least.

“Nah…my favourites are harmless,” Sarah giggled. “I need to see Ekko as soon as he arrives…our Trio is wonderful too. Garen, Talon and Katarina, you know?”

Sett just nodded and looked at Sarah again. “I also guess, this won’t be the last time for us both, am I right?”

Sarah grinned and gave him a short kiss. “I would be very happy. Sadly, I think you’ll have your hand full of tits, asses and tails.” She gave him a very knowing look. “And whatever else crosses your way in here. Three women already, loving not only your hard cock, but also your character. Must feel pretty good.”

“What I heard from you, I think you’ll be the busy woman here,” Sett responded. “And yes. It does feel good.”

“Happy to hear that,” Sarah said and kissed him again. “Maybe I visit you from time to time.”

Sett snorted amused and sat up afterwards. His head still buzzed a bit and buried his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. “Shower?” he asked.

“Good idea,” Sarah said, who sat up as well. “With or without a helping hand?”

“Can we just shower, please?” Sett asked and looked up from his hands. “Evelynn’s and Ahri’s magic, okay, but I am not a sperm-fountain and need to recover a bit.”

“Alright,” Sarah giggled. “I understand. You pumped me so full of cum, I could be pregnant twice. If Ahri doesn’t do her thing.”

“Huh?” Sett asked as he followed Sarah into the bathroom. “What does Ahri do?”

“Didn’t Vayne tell you?” Sarah asked surprised. “We women here are getting all a special treatment from Ahri. Magic contraception, you know?”

“Yeah, Vayne told me that I didn’t need to worry about contraception,” Sett said frowning. “But she didn’t mention that Ahri is responsible for that.”

“Well, that’s the reason you won’t find her today”, Sarah said and turned on the water of the shower, stepping under it. “She is busy to get anyone prepared.”

“What does she do exactly?” Sett asked, following Sarah under the water.

“Nothing fancy,” Sarah said handing over a bottle of soap to Sett. “Magically seals your womb, or something. So that no sperm gets in there and starts its baby-magic.”

Sett nodded and simultaneously wondered who was with Ahri right now. Lux came into his mind again and he asked himself if she would use this protection as well. “Does any woman go to her?” Sett asked Sarah, who just finished soaping in, which made her gorgeous body look even better.

“Most,” Sarah shrugged, who eyed Sett’s naked body with a mix of admiration and almost some sort of regret. “Some not. Annie isn’t old enough, obviously. Same for Zoe. Morgana and Kayle can’t have kids anyway and I don’t think Evelynn or Elise will bother with Ahri, when they are pretty good themselves with their magic. But…who am I telling this”, she added and grinned at Sett. “You experienced Evelynn’s magic yourself.”

“Don’t remind me,” Sett grumbled. “Dumbest thing ever.”

“It was definitely bold,” Sarah agreed. “Well…just be happy that Vayne was more pissed about Eve than you. Is she inviting you to her punishment?”

“She did, yeah,” Sett said frowning. “How do you know?”

“Because Vayne did this the last times too, whenever Eve was crossing the line again,” Sarah chuckled. “I am not Akali.”

“What does Akali have to do with that now?” Sett asked surprised.

“Aaah, yeah, you probably don’t know that too,” Sarah said with a laugh. “She is the local voyeur and knows probably anything that happens in the mansion. If she isn’t bent over her desk and getting fucked by Zed or Kayn.”

“Okay…?” Sett asked confused. “Meaning?”

“Meaning she always lives in the security room of the mansion during vacation,” Sarah explained. “A windowless, dark, but very cosy room with a computer, where she can watch all the footage of the security-cameras. She helps Vayne to overview the mansion. But usually, she just uses this privilege to watch people fuck. Right, you sneaky, little thing?” she had raised her voice and looked up at the ceiling. Sett followed her gaze and saw a little lens in the corner of the wall.

“Any room?” Sett asked, not sure, if he should be outraged about this lack of privacy or turned on about the fact that Akali probably already watched him.

“Any room,” Sarah responded and winked.

They finished their shower and even if Sarah got very close to Sett neither he or she touched them again. After that, they dressed up again and Sett needed a moment to find his clothes that laid scattered around the bed and dress up. Sarah on the other hand spent a long time in front of the wardrobe and as Sett looked at her, he whistled.

Sarah wore a black leather jacket and a white crop top, that did nothing to hide her massive cleavage, the white shirt hanging loosely around her arms. Her white jeans emphasized her wide hips and slender legs and the brown leather-boots just reached to her knees. Her wet hair was falling on her breast like a waterfall, on which she wore her tricorn.

“Sexy enough?” she asked innocently, but with this hungry look in her eyes.

“You certainly know, what you’re doing,” Sett just said and opened the door. “After you Sarah.”

“Gentleman, I like it,” Sarah said smiling and went to the door. “But one thing, before we leave…” she stopped next to Sett and pointed at herself. “Sarah,” she said and stepped out of the room, pointing at her again. “Miss Fortune. Got it?”

“Aye, Captain,” Sett grinned and closed the door.

“That’s even better,” Miss Fortune said approvingly and turned around. “Let’s go to the dining room. I am starving.”

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Since yesterday several champions had arrived at the mansion and thus, the dining-room was definitely more filled. Sett guessed that it must be half the league that was here already. He looked around, trying to find Ahri or Nidalee, because he still wants to apologize properly, but he couldn’t make them out in the mass of different people.

Miss Fortune gave him one last wink on the door, before she strolled to the table where Graves, TF and Gragas sat again, who greeted her with loud bawl. “Fortune!” the fat man shouted happily and obviously drunk. “So good to see ya!”

“Hey boys, what’s up!” Miss Fortune greeted them and patted Graves on the shoulder. “How hard is he winning?”

“Hard”, TF grinned, looking up from his cards and winked at her.

Sett walked to the buffet and put his plate full of chicken-wings, fries and salad. After that he walked to an empty table, right next to a table full of Demacians. Lux, her brother Garen, Xin Zhao and Jarvan, sat there and greeted him friendly. The men all wore white sport-shirts with golden stripes on the back. It looked weird to see them this casual, then again it would be much weirder to see them in full armor eating potatoes and scrambled eggs. Lux wore her usual clothes and next to her brother she looked very small, but also a much happier than last night.

“Is this seat empty?”

Sett looked up and saw in the face of Kayn. He also looked like on the rift, with his thick ponytail, the black shorts and his missing shirt. Only his eyes were both blue, so Rhaast must be banished right now. How did his transformation on vacation work? Sett asked himself, while he nodded and Kayn sat down in front of him.

“Not hungry?” Sett asked as he noticed that Kayn hadn’t a plate with food with him.

“No”, he said, looking at him with a slight smile. “Just wanna talk.”

“’bout what?” Sett asked, starting to eat his fries.

Kayn seem to think about it for a second, then he said, in a very cool tone. “Don’t believe you are Mister Universe, Sett.”

“Huh?” Sett said confused, his mouth full of salad. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t think they belong to you, just because they think they love you,” Kayn said and Sett thought for a second his eyes had glowed red for the blink of an eye. “They are not yours.”

Sett frowned and looked at him, not sure if Kayn was trying to fool him massively or if he really was worried about that. Ahri’s words from yesterday came back into his mind: ‘He thought we women all would adore him’.

“No, they are not mine,” Sett shrugged and looked directly into Kayn’s eyes. He spoke calmly, but he put his hands on the table, to signalize that he wasn’t joking either. “Neither they are yours, Kayn.”

Kayn’s jaw-muscles flexed shortly, before he also leaned forward and looked at Sett grimly. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You weren’t here last year.”

“No, but that doesn’t matter,” Sett said with a slight smile. “Everyone wants to enjoy himself here, right? So, I can’t understand why you talk to me, like I want to steal you something.”

“Not yet,” Kayn said coolly.

“Who do you think I am, Kayn?” Sett asked, seriously asking himself if he was trying to fool him here. Could Kayn really be that jealous, just because Sett had the luck of a very busy first day at the mansion? “I won’t ‘steal’ anything or anyone from you. Ahri, Riven, Nidalee, even Evelynn…they all came to me first. Mostly.”

Kayn opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a loud *bang* echoed through the room and Sett turned around hastily. The whole room went silent and looked at the table where Miss Fortune went. She was standing on the table, her face an angry grimace and her big pistol pointed at the opposite side of the room. There stood Gangplank, his pistol raised as well, his face not less furious.

“Do that again, and ya’ll get what you deserve!” he shouted.

“You call me a whore again and I’ll shoot you down at the tournament!” MF yelled, her beautiful face looking very dangerous right now.

“Well, he isn’t that wrong about you, is he?” Draven laughed from a great table, full of Noxians. Darius, Katarina, Talon and LeBlanc all sat there and looked at the two pirates slightly interested.

At his words, MF grabbed her second gun and raised it to aim at Draven. Immediately all the smiles on the noxian were washed off their faces, except for Draven who still grinned mockingly at MF.

“Careful, Draven, or you’ll casting this year’s tournament from your bed,” MF hissed angrily.

“Careful Fortune, or I’ll chop yours into pieces,” Draven grinned. “And where do you meet your many friends then?”

“And you’re a filthy little poser, who should be happy, if he gets anyone to have sex with you at all!” shouted Miss Fortune.

“No need for bloodshed, anyone,” Braum chimed in, before anyone could say anything. The big man sat on a table with Sejuani and Nunu and smiled his usual smile. “We all know what happens if you do anything outside the tournament. Leave them be, Fortune.”

“Not until this sack of filth apologizes!” MF growled, pointing both her guns at GP. “Now!”

Sett noticed that she wasn’t the only one, who seem to be on the brink of intervening. Illaoi, near Gankplank eyed them both grimly, her idol-weapon on her lap. Garen and Jarvan, both looked at Draven vigilantly and muttered something in an undertone. Tahm Kench, his plate full with food, watched the whole discussion with a wide grin, but his eyes gazed dangerously to Gankplank. Shen had taken one hand off his fork and slowly rose it to his back and his sword and Braum also stood up, his moustache trembling a bit as his eyes went between Miss Fortune and Gankplank.

“No need for escalation, guys,” he said again. “You know, it isn’t wise to shoot at each other in here.”

“You won’t shoot me, little girl,” GP laughed spitefully. “But fine: Sorry that I called’ya a whore. Happy?”

MF still looked a bit grimly, but she nodded and sat down again. Gangplank also went back to his food, even if he looked not less grimly. The whole tension in the room seem to disappear as the usual chattering continued normally. Sett went back to his meal too, to notice that Kayn was gone. Probably used the diversion of the two fighting pirates to leave this odd conversation, Sett thought with a shrug, continuing his meal. Weird guy.

“Always the same,” Garen said on the next table, shaking his head. “One vacation without any fighting? No chance.”

“What did you expect,” Sett said, looking at him. “They hate each other.”

“Yeah, probably the only man she hates here,” Garen agreed, looking carefully to the table where MF sat. “Don’t tell her that I said that.”

“It is mean to call her a whore,” Lux said, looking at her brother grimly. “Don’t be like GP, Garen. Even if Sarah - eh, I mean Miss Fortune of course - is known for her…uhm…unabashed openness to anyone.”

“Nicely put, sis,” Garen chuckled.

“You shouldn’t be joking about that too, though,” Jarvan said with a wink to Garen.

“But on the contrary to Fortune, he is much friendlier to his ‘natural enemies’,” Xin grinned and Jarvan chuckled. Garen also smiled and winked at Sett playfully. Lux looked totally embarrassed about that comment and stared into nothingness, her face has reddened slightly.

Sett grinned as well and continued with his food, watching the people in the room with interest. It was so natural to see them all here, but so weird at the same time to see them all chatting and talking with each other. Vi and Caitlyn sat on a table with Leona and Diana and looked more like giddy schoolgirls gossiping about someone, how they huddled together. Illaoi and Tahm seem to have a serious discussion about something now, while Janna and Corki laughed about something Veigar said.

“Hey, Sett?” Xin had stood up to bring his plate away, but stopped by Sett’s table. “You are competing at the tournament, right?”

“Sure,” Sett agreed. “You too?”

“Of course,” Xin smiled. “Won last year until Olaf smacked me in the quarter-finals. Hopefully I got better luck this year. The list is nearly full, you know, you should’ve sign up by Draven.” He pointed at the Noxian table.

“Thanks,” Sett nodded, who totally forgot that he needed to sign up at this tournament at all. “I’ll be doing it right away.”

“Looking forward to meet you in the arena,” Xin said and patted him on the shoulder.

Sett finished his meal and took his plate away as well, then he strolled to the Noxian table.

“Look who’s coming there,” Draven greeted him twirling his moustache with one finger, his grin showing off his white teeth. “Another competitor?”

“Heard, I need to sign up here,” Sett agreed with a smile. “And I wanna win this.”

“We all want to,” Darius said with a wink. “Only the best champion will win. No cheating and no deadly intentions.”

“I heard about that too,” Sett grinned, cracking his knuckles. “And I think I am prepared.”

“Weapons are allowed though,” Draven mentioned and pulled a piece of paper out of his jacket. “They just need to be blunt. So, let’s see…Sett…hmmm…where do I put you…”

“We have eight groups, with four participants each,” Darius explained as Sett looked at Draven’s paper interested. “In the group-phase anyone fights his concurrence in the group. The two participants with the most points continue to fight in the one-on-ones afterwards. You gain points if you beat your enemy, depending on time, possible knock-outs and…”

“…style!” Draven chimed in with a loud laugh.

“No,” Darius said annoyed. “That’s a bullshit-category. Third category is how many you win, obviously.”

“I still find the idea of a ‘style’-category interesting,” Katarina said, who scrutinized Sett with slight interest.

“It’s a bullshit-category,” Darius repeated and rolled his eyes. “Draven would’ve given Mundo first place in his group last year.”

“Well deserved, if you asked me,” LeBlanc chuckled. “He stumbled and fell, thus, knocked out Wukong with it.”

“Only because he stole you first place in the group with this move, you don’t need to be jealous, Darius,” Katarina winked.

“Haha,” Darius said tonelessly.

“Okay, big guy, your turn,” Draven said and handed Sett the piece of paper over. He looked at it and saw this:

“Group one and eight seem to be fitting,” Draven said with the smile of a man who had a very big present in his pockets. “But of course, you can choose where ever you want.”

“I’ll take the first group,” Sett said without hesitating. He didn’t know why he felt this way, maybe because Darius was sitting right in front of him and he want to show no fear. Or was it the fact that Riven was fighting in there too?

“Bold choice, I love it!” Draven cheered and gave Sett a pencil to sign his name on the paper. “Welcome in the ring!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t use my axe,” Darius grinned, but Sett laughed, writing his name under Riven’s and Darius’ on the list.

“Even if you do, I’ll crush you anyways,” he said with a wink and handed Draven paper and pencil back over.

“We’ll see, Sett, we’ll see,” Darius laughed and gave him a bro-fist.