Gwen arrived with Viego in his room

Viego knew, Gwen was not his former wife. In appearance, they shared nothing. Not that Gwen wasn’t pretty. She was small and petite, blue hair curled up in two ringlets on her shoulders and her eyes had cross shaped pupils: one bright blue, the other one pink. But in her nature, she was very much like Isolde. Caring, compassionate, joyful and most of all: affectionate.

Viego just had put his guitar on a stand next to his bed, when Gwen was on the bed, removing her top.

“Damn, I didn’t even get to unwrap you,” Viego grinned.

“I am not a present,” Gwen pouted.

“No, you’re a doll,” Viego smirked.

“That’s also not…well, I guess its kind of true,” Gwen looked annoyed, but the effect of outrage wasn’t quite there, though she already revealed her cute, perky tits.

“I don’t mean it in an offensive way, as you know very well,” Viego smirked, crawled on the bed and pulled Gwen’s head to his. “I just love to play with my little doll…”

Gwen moaned out slightly as Viego caressed her neck with his mouth and kissed down to her nipples, sucking each one in lovingly. Whenever they got intimate, she melted into him.

“Let’s get the rest of those cloths off you,” Viego said, as he kissed back up to Gwen’s lips.

She muttered something unintelligible, but definitely approving. Viego sat back on the bed and removed his own clothes, while Gwen fumbled with her dress. Her different eyes were fixed on Viego’s face and as she was fully naked, she leaned back on the bed and bit her lower lip expectantly.

Viego smirked. All he had left on were his boxers, where a prominent bulge strained the fabric already.

His hands touched her leg and stroked over her soft skin, towards her inner thighs and her glistening pussy. The closer he got to her eyposed pussy, the look on Gwen’s face turned more pleading.

“Oh yes…” she winced as Viego stroked with his thumb over her pussy. “Please…”

Gwen’s eyes rolled back in her head as Viego started to rub her clit gently.

“Fuck…yes…” she said, her face twitched every now and then when Viego intensified his efforts. “Fuck…fuck…oh yes, please…fuck me…fuck your little doll-slut…”

“We’re getting there…” Viego smirked.

He knew Gwen was a total submissive person, once she was sharing intimacy with someone. She might be tough and very capable of keeping herself and others save – but once she let go herself, she liked to give up some control after all. Viego now used his free hand to play with her soft breasts, while he kept rubbing her clit and brushed his fingers gently over her pussy-lips.

“Fuck…” Gwen’s moans turned needier every second. “Fuck…fuck…fuck that feels so good…hmmm…fuck me…finger me…oh fuck, I love that…I love how you touch me…”

“You want more than that, Gwen,” Viego said. “You’re still not where I want you to be. You want to get fucked or not?”

“Fuck yes!” Gwen exclaimed, her own hands gripping Viego’s wrists and pulling him closer to her. “I want you to fuck your little fuck-doll hard and deep until you cum inside me…”

“What if I wanted to cum, where I want?” Viego pressed on, also intesifiying his efforts on Gwen’s soaking wet pussy.

“I don’t care…” Gwen whined and her eyes rolled back again. “Just use me, like you want to…I’ll be your perfect little slut. Your personal fuck-doll, moaning your name…Viego…oh fuck, Viego…you feel so fucking good…please, fuck me, Viego…fuck me…”

“We’re getting closer,” Viego said with relish. “My perfect little fuck-doll…”

“Fuck…fuck…ha…aaah! Aaah!” Gwen’s back arched as she came hard on Viego’s fingers.

He kept thrusting them in and out until Gwen had to hold his wrists to stop his efforts.

“Too sensitive…” she muttered. “Way too…oh fuck…way too sensitive.”

Her eyes focused a bit and she glared at Viego with a mixture of anticipation and concern on her face. “You won’t stop. Right?”

Viego didn’t answered. He just released himself from his boxers.

“See this as a little break for your pussy,” he announced as he knelt next to Gwen and pulled her head to his cock.

She immediately started to suck on him eagerly. Her blue and pink eye both fixated on his green eyes as she took as much from him in her mouth as she could. Viego caressed her perky breasts with one hand and played with her nipples, the other strained through her blue hair.

“Fuck, I love your taste…” Gwen muttered after a while of mostly silent sucking. “I could worship this cock forever…”

“Appreciated,” Viego said with a smug smile. “But I don’t want an eternity just with your mouth.”

“No?” Gwen pouted. “Also not, if I tell you, how much I love to suck you off? How much I adore your cock? This perfect fucking cock, just for me?”

She stroked him gently and smiled adorably up to Viego.

“Not if I can have this here,” Viego said and gently slapped his fingers on her pussy-lips.

Gwen winced and her eyes turned even bigger. Lying there with his cock in her hand and her face equally aroused and concerned.

“Don’t you wanna cum on my face?” she pleaded. “I wanna feel your hot cum all over my body…”

“You have such a pretty pussy,” Viego said softly and pushed Gwen’s head away from his member. “It would be a waste if I would shoot everything on you.”

He knelt between her legs. Gwen glared at him, biting her lower lip and holding her hands abover her tits. If Viego didn’t know she was playing the innocent, he might fell for the scharade. He knew, he could tickle her true form out of her.

“I don’t know, if I can take it…” Gwen whispered, half moaning as Viego’s cock brushed over her pussy lips.

“Of course you can,” Viego said and leaned down to kiss her. “I’ll be gentle…” he slowly pushed his cock into her and Gwen’s eyes rolled back. “At first.”

“Gwen’s mouth was shaped into a perfect ‘O’ as Viego stretched her out. She didn’t make any sound until, his cock was as deep as she could get him. Then she inhaled sharply and her hands clasped around her ass, spreading her hips togive Viego even better access.

“Fuck…” she whined. “Oh fuck…fuck…fuck…”

“Language, Gwen,” Viego smirked, enjoying the feeling of her pussy clenching around him now.

“I am not…” Gwen muttered.

“What was that?” Viego asked with a grin.

“I am…oh fuck…” Gwen seemed not to listen all too well.

“You’re what, Gwen?” Viego pressed on, while he thrusted deep inside her.

“I…I am…” Gwen’s head suddenly jerked up and in her face was nothing left from her innocence, or playful pouting, or even a possible concern about the whole situation. The face she made was full of lust and desire and Viego remembered (a bit painfully) that he knew this kind of face far too well.

“I am your little fuck-doll,” Gwen moaned and with each slam into her, she matched Viego with her own movements of the hips. “I am your dirty little slut-toy you can fuck whenever, wherever and however you like. Fuck me…fuck me…all I want you is to fuck me…”

Viego smirked. “There she finally is…” he said and thrusted into her. Again, and again and again until both of them were sweating, moaning and gasping, caught in their pleasure...

Olaf wasn’t surprised that Sona hadn’t been entirely satisfied with only one orgasm. During their little break in the bar behind the stage, she was giving him permanently looks, who screamed “fuck me”. It was also not really helping that her breasts looked enormous in her dress, even bigger than usual, and that – after it nearly got off once already – it looked like they wanted to spring free again.

It was astounding how no one from the rest of Pentakill seemed to care about that, though it wasn’t really surprising. Mordekaiser, Karthus and Yorick all were partly human, but with very less interest in anything near human desires. Kayle was looking at Sona from time and time and also definitely noticed her looks to Olaf, because she sniffed once or twice.

As Olaf reached for his third bottle of beer, Sona ‘accidentally’ (Olaf hardly believed that this was a coincidence) reached for a glass too and the bottle of beer tipped over the counter, splashing its contents over Olaf’s shirt and trousers and also a bit over Sona’s dress.

“Oh no,” Kayle said, in a voice that no one fooled. “What a mess you made there Sona.”

“It’s alright,” Olaf said and glared at her with a (played) stern gaze to Sona. “A shame for the beer. I’ll better get something clean before diner…”

“Take Sona with you, I think she likes to watch that,” Kayle said, who looked a bit annoyed at them. Yorick, Mordekaiser and Karthus all just grinned and turned back to their conversation about their most listened artists.

Sona slipped off her chair and went to her flying keyboard, she always used for transportation and communication. Olaf followed her.

“You could have just left,” Olaf said in an undertone. “I understood your looks. I wouldn’t let you alone all afternoon, after that first quickie.”

Sona shrugged, supressing a big grin on her face.

“You’re just bad, Sona,” Olaf said and shook his head. “Sometimes you really are.”

Sona played the melody of ‘bad girl’ on her keyboard and both of them grinned as they walked back to one of their rooms. Dress in something fresh was certainly one of their goals. But mostly to get out of them in the first place.

Viego and Gwen had fucked for over half an hour since Gwen had become much hornier and Viego had to admit that she was wearing him out. She had cum a few times on his cock, but in her current state of sexual frenzy she was not gonna calm down.

Right now, Viego had her sitting on him backwards. He held her close, while his cock slammed into her spread legs.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” Gwen moaned. She had been talking not so much lately, mostly because Viego had pressed her face into the mattress while he fucked into her behind.

“Fuck your little slut until you cum inside me…I want your cum…I need your cum…I fucking need it so baaaaad!”

Viego was really close. With all his strength he held Gwen in place, who moaned and talked more now: “Yes! Yes, I can feel your cock throbbing inside me…oh fuck, I need you to cum! I fucking need it! Please cum inside me! Cum inside me! Oh please, cum for me…cum for your little fuck-doll. I’ve been a good fuck-doll, wasn’t I? Please…please cum for me…cum for me…cum for your fuck-doll…”

Viego couldn’t delay the inevitable anymore and as he came, his cock spurted thick ropes of cum into Gwen’s awaiting pussy. She purred satisfied as Viego filled her pussy and collapsed on the bed afterwards.

“Fuck…” he muttered.

“Finally…” Gwen said satisfied and slipped off his cock. “I thought you’ll never cum…” she dropped to her knees and began to suck him clean.

Viego’s face twitched as her tongue twirled around his tip. Gwen giggled girlishly. “Sensitive?” she asked knowingly.

“Fucking hell…” Viego said. “You’ve been…whew.”

“I know,” Gwen smiled and continued to gently suck him clean. “I know how to treat my king…in fact…I think, in this state I can gladly say: I ruined the king.”

Viego just snorted, while Gwen giggled about her little joke and kept worshipping her favourite plaything.