Nope, I’m boring

Riven looked down at the writhing, moaning creature beneath her that used to resemble a proud Ionian—her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, eyes glazed over in sheer ecstacy, smiling face covered in ropes of her own bountiful seed. The Noxian had never seen a sight so beautiful in all her days. Everything suddenly became so clear to her; gone were the wicked thoughts of using Irelia in some sort of nefarious political scheme. Gone was her renewed nationalism and Noxian pride. In that instant, as she gazed upon the perfect, cum covered face of her conquered opponent, all Riven wanted to do was pick the tamed Ionian up, sling her over her shoulder, and carry her back home for another round of fun.

So that’s exactly what she did.