Not all of the champions have such an unpleasant night…

While Sett is trying his best to crawl back to his room, even if he got exhausted by Vayne, the night continues for more guests of the mansion…

Vayne didn’t lock the door to her office, as she turned off the lights and went to her room, to get to sleep. If Sett was the tough guy, he always presented himself, he would try to get in his room, so she wouldn’t make it any harder than it was already for him. But Vayne locked the door to her room, because she didn’t like any interruptions at night.

She undressed herself, putting her combat-suit and all the gadgets on it carefully over a chair and went into her bathroom to brush her teeth. After that, she went into bed, only with her panties and a loose shirt on. She loosened her braid and let her long, black hair fall like a waterfall over her back, before she slipped under the sheets and took her tablet from the bedside-table.

She opened the camera-app, she installed on it and gave it a quick look. As expected, everything was calm and quiet. She swiped through the different rooms and didn’t bother that some rooms were empty.

Then she tapped a message to all guest-accounts of the mansion with the request to appear tomorrow at the dining-room at 8am. She wanted to give a proper welcoming speech, probably combined with a few serious words about behaviour and wrote this too into the message. After she sent it, another message plopped up at the right. ‘Having problems?’ it read.

Vayne sighed and tapped on the message, which opened her chat with the other person. ‘Second day gone, my patience already at an end,’ she messaged back. A few seconds nothing happened, then the answer came. ‘Try to relax yourself and enjoy the time’.

‘I’ll try,’ Vayne tipped. Then, after no message came back, she tipped ‘thanks btw’.

‘No problem. I am sure you’ll keep them in line. Have fun,’ was the answer.

Vayne smiled and sighed again. Then she put away the tablet and opened the first drawer of the bedside-table, taking a glass-dildo in her hands.

“Don’t think, just enjoy,” she muttered, rubbing the dildo over the fabric of her panties. “Just do it like they all do. Just don’t think and enjoy yourself here.”

Tryndamere had seen Ashe writhing in pleasure a lot of times before, but he couldn’t get enough of that view. Her white hair that she pulled over her face, when she moaned out her delight, her blue eyes, only half opened and staring into nothingness. Her pale, soft skin on the bed made the white sheets around her look grey while her pussy milked Tryndamere’s member inside her.

It had been a very nice evening, with a very substantial large meal at the dining room they both had enjoyed very much. With all champions at the mansion the evenings were inevitable to be happy events. Tryndamere had drank beer with Gragas, Braum, Udyr and Olaf and had a very cheerful chat with them, before they all competed in an arm-wrestling contest with each other. Ashe had been on the same table and gossiped with Kayle, Sona, Lux and Lee Sin about the events last year. They had been the last in the dining-room (except for Tahm Kench obviously) and went into their rooms afterwards.

Tryndamere and Ashe both shared one of the bigger suites of the mansion. They technically had space enough to get an enraged Gnar inside and still could sleep undisturbed in different beds. But, as per usual, Vayne had ensured that they got the big, double-sized canopy-bed.

They usually didn’t go right into bed after they come into their room and talked for a while. But today was the first day and that led the married couple into the bed right away.

Tryndamere growled satisfied as he shot his seed inside of Ashe, who had embraced him with her arms, her fingers clenching in his back. Tryndamere thrusted forward twice to push every single drop of cum inside his wife, then he collapsed on top of her, his head rested on Ashe’s shoulder. He felt her soft lips on his cheek and smiled into the sheets. Ashe’s legs and arms still were wrapped around his waist and his back, so he couldn’t move even if he wanted to.

“Welcome to vacation,” Ashe breathed into his ear.

Tryndamere chuckled deeply and rolled to the side, so that Ashe, still very much entangled in his grip, got on top of him and her white hair tickled his face. She lied down on his stomach and although his cock slipped out of her pussy because of that, her soft breasts at his muscled abs felt not less good.

“Welcome to vacation,” Tryndamere smiled as Ashe strained through her hair to have less of it in their faces, her blue eyes burning with love and happiness. “You came rather quick…”

“You too,” Ashe said with played disappointment. “I expected a bit more…”

“You know, I can’t stop, if you cum this hard,” Tryndamere replied with a smirk.

“You should really work on your stamina, you wannabee-champion,” Ashe giggled and kissed him again. “How do you want to survive the tournament otherwise?”

“In fights I need my anger to win,” Tryndamere smiled. “With you, I don’t need anger. Just my love for you”

“Softie,” Ashe teased, but the smile she gave him couldn’t be happier. “Love you too, you rude barbarian.”

“Is the warmother trying to annoy the barbarian again?” Tryndamere asked politely. “What is she up to? Does she want to tease him until he is like a real barbarian, plundering a village and finding a woman to fuck, satisfying his lust?”

“If you want do that, you’ll have to wait until I’ll ask for it,” Ashe said and slipped to his left side, snuggling against his body. “No roleplay with me, being a helpless villager. You know, who is watching.” She pointed vaguely up to the ceiling.

“Akali would like this for sure,” Tryndamere chuckled.

“And that’s enough reason for me not to play any games here,” Ashe snorted and kissed him again. “Or do you need extra role-plays to be in the right mood to fuck me silly?” she added with raised eyebrows.

“No,” Tryndamere assured her and kissed her gently. “I don’t.”

“Good,” Ashe smiled, visibly relieved. A short silence prevailed and only the sounds of their breaths were heard in the room.

“Trynda?” Ashe then said and cuddled even closer next to him.

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling at his wife.

“I love you,” Ashe just said with the slightest hint of a smile on her beautiful face.

“Love you too, Ashe,” Tryndamere replied and gave her a tender kiss on her forehead.

Olaf whistled a happy tune as he strolled towards his room, clapping on his knees with his hands in the rhythm of the song. The session in the studio with Pentakill had increased his mood immensely and he already looked forward to play at the concert in a few days. Just before he reached his door, sounds behind him made him looked back. Still levitating in the air on her circular platform with the keyboard and a bright smile on her pretty face, Sona came close behind him and played with one hand the same tune, Olaf hummed.

“Don’t you have your room on the other side of the mansion?” Olaf asked, his eyes blinking knowingly.

Sona didn’t answer, she kept smiling and stopped to play keyboard, before she stopped only a foot away from him. Although she was levitating an inch over the floor with her keyboard, she still was smaller than Olaf. Her blue eyes gazed at his grey ones and she tilted her head slightly. Sona was not able to speak, but these eyes told Olaf enough and he was more than happy, she looked at him this way now. Sona leaned forward and propped her arms on the keyboard, there where the notes usually had their place, her blue dress didn’t do anything to hide her enormous cleavage.

“Sona?” Olaf asked politely, even if his eyes glared on these massive boobs a second too long down. “Is there something you wanna tell me?”

Sona smile faded a bit and she gave Olaf a ‘are-you-serious?’-look, then her smile returned and she reached with her right hand on the keyboard. With one hand she played the first notes of ‘je t’aime moi non plus’ and Olaf laughed.

“I see,” he said and got his key out of his trouser pocket. “You need some percussion to provide some background to your performance?”

Sona wiggled with her eyebrows, with a very sultry smile on her face.

“I think, I might can help you with that then,” Olaf grinned and opened the door to his room. “Come inside, dear.”

He entered his room and held the door open for Sona, who flew past him with her flying keyboard. The moment Olaf closed the door behind him, she was on her feet and jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him hungrily on his lips. Olaf, who expected her to be this horny grabbed her ass and lifted her up. Sona was not heavier than his axes and so he carried her with ease to the bed, enjoying that he finally felt her lips again on his.

Olaf and Sona had slept with each other last year after they had given their Pentakill-concert and after that they had spent each night in the same bed. Olaf and Sona, both didn’t see each other in a relationship because of that. Olaf always visited Sarah at least once per vacation and Sona always liked the attention she got when she was wearing those sexy dresses that made her tits look out even bigger than they were anyways. But they had become very good ‘friends with benefits’ during last year and Olaf was very happy they continued this relation. The sex definitely was worth it.

Olaf set Sona on his bed and pulled his tank-top over his head and threw it to the side, before he got on his knees and roamed his hands over Sonas legs. She bit her lip as he pulled her at her legs on the edge of her bed and kissed her inner thighs tenderly. He thanked himself that he treated his beard before he arrived at the mansion, so it wasn’t all frizzy and untamed now. His blonde beard only was half of its usual length and he actually used beard-oil to make it a lot less fuzzy too. Sona for sure didn’t care much about his outer appearance, while Olaf kissed his way tenderly down her legs, right where her white panties already looked rather dampen.

He smiled at her as he touched the white fabric with one finger and Sona made a soft groan. It was rather unusual for her to make any sound, even during sex, and to hear her moan out this shortly, before he even really touched her meant that she must be extremely horny.

Olaf slowly took her panties to the side and pulled it aside. Even Sona’s trimmed pubic hair was dyed blue. Olaf slowly went with one finger over her pussy lips and smiled up to Sona, who gazed at him with dreamy eyes, full of lust and desire. He didn’t need a voice to see what she wanted and Olaf winked at her playfully, before he pulled her panties over her legs and tossed them aside as well. With the last piece of clothing out of the way, he put his head between Sona’s thighs and kissed her exposed clit.

Sona gasped again as he teased her with his mouth at her most sensitive spot. Her hands grabbed his hair and her fingers scratched lightly over his head, as Olaf kissed over Sona’s pussy-lips, still not using his tongue. She tasted just as exquisite as he remembered her. She also was getting just as wet as he remembered, which probably also was owed to the fact, he made this so torturous for her. As he finally used his tongue to flicker over Sona’s clit, she made another moan that turned into a primal growl as he continued to lick her pussy more.

Sona’s hips started to buck up and down almost automatically as he pleasured her orally. She soon was writhing on the sheets, her eyes closed, her hands still holding his head down into her gushing pussy. Olaf still held onto her legs and stroked her skin gently, using only his tongue and none of his fingers to bring Sona this ecstatic pleasure. Other women probably would make more noises than her, but Sona kept her silence even when she was about to lose herself in the pleasure Olaf provided her.

Suddenly, she let go of his head, propped herself up on the bed and pulled her dress over her head. She didn’t wear any bra, which made her tits bounce back as the blue dress followed Olaf’s tank-top and her panties to the floor. Olaf’s cock, already straining against his trousers was throbbing at this view, but he didn’t stop to lick, nibble and suck on Sona’s pussy. She grabbed his head again, trying to push him even deeper into her crotch, her hands puling out some of his hair as she clenched into his mane.

Then her whole body started to shake and tremble and Olaf knew she was climaxing, even if not a single sound besides a soft grunt escaped her lips. He didn’t stop to lick her pussy, until Sona collapsed on the bed again, her breaths fast and shallow. Olaf kissed her pussy one last time, before he kneeled up and looked with a satisfied smile at the beauty on his bed.

Sona had closed her eyes, her mouth hung open and her big tits heaved up and down as she caught her breath. She looked utterly gorgeous in the way she was lying there naked, still so fully entranced in her pleasure she just experienced.

While Sona wasn’t able to do more than recover from her orgasm, Olaf used this time to undress himself fully. He kicked his heavy boots to the side and also slipped out of trousers and boxers. Then he crawled on the bed over Sona and kissed her forehead. Still with her eyes closed, she smiled and her hands roamed over his muscled body, down to his lap.

But before could get her hands on Olaf’s already pre-cum-leaking shaft, he got up on his knees and positioned himself and his cock between her breasts. Sona smiled at him very knowingly, before she put on the biggest puppy eyes imaginable and pressed the side of her tits with her arms together. Olaf licked his lips and immediately tasted a lot of Sona’s pussy-juice again. This alone was making him probably even harder and he couldn’t wait any longer, so he shoved his throbbing dick between her big boobs.

Sona smiled as she took both hands to each side of her tits and starts to bounce them up and down, Olaf’s cock enclosed between the soft flesh. Olaf grunted satisfied as he felt the familiar feeling of his cock getting massaged by these two mountains of femininity. Sona still looked at him with those pleading puppy eyes, like she wanted to do nothing more to have him right here, did the rest for Olaf to get maximal excited.

He knew, with his experience from last year, he wouldn’t hold out very long if he continued this titjob much longer and retreated himself after a minute. Sona looked disappointed for real just a second, but squeaked in surprise as Olaf flipped her on her belly with his strong hands. Without much foreplay or any patience for a slow approach left, Olaf grabbed his cock and shoved it into Sona’s wet pussy, driving his whole length inside her in one thrust.

Now even Sona made a sound, a muffled grunt of pleasure right into the sheets of the bed as Olaf pinned her with his whole body down on the bed and started to thrust up and down into her. He took her hands in his as he pressed her into the mattress, grunting with pleasure himself as her pussy clenched around his shaft. His hips slapping on her ass-cheeks with every thrust he made, kissing her neck as he fucked into her. Over and over, again and again, he drove into her and grunted with more and more urgency as Sona’s pussy milked his cock.

Soon Olaf felt his climax approaching and he accelerated his thrusts even more until he couldn’t hold back anymore and came inside of Sona, who seem to tightened even more around him during his relentless **** on her gushing pussy. As his last drop was emptied inside of her, Olaf rolled off of her body and lied on his back, now catching his breath too. Sona next to him gazed at him with dizzy eyes, a happy smile on her exhausted face. She tried to prop herself up on her arms, but collapsed again and giggled girlishly.

“So, you came too?” Olaf asked her, still a bit out of air.

Sona turned around so she was lying on her back as well and raised her hands, making a ‘V’ with her fingers. Though she looked like she ran a marathon, she still smiled and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

“Twice?” Olaf asked, which Sona replied with a nod. “Well…I guess, we both needed that.”

Sona nodded again, this time even more eagerly, before she pulled the blanket over both their naked bodies.

“Sleeping time,” Olaf nodded and kissed Sona’s forehead again, as she snuggled up next to him. “Vayne wants to see us early on, I’ve heard.”

Sona looked up to him and rolled her eyes.

“We’ve got plenty of time, dear,” Olaf grinned.

Sona smiled at him again and kissed him tenderly on his lips.

“Yeah,” Olaf said, as she leaned her head on his shoulder and they both wrapped one arm around their necks. “Missed you too.”

Sona might not talk, but if she was this articulate with her behaviour, looks and especially her body-language, Olaf didn’t need a word from her to fully understand what she wanted to say to him.