Not necessarily – it’s pretty clear what they both want

Morgana snickered.

“Your room?” she asked and crossed her arms, so her breasts were squeezed up. “Why should I do that?”

Sylas stared at her. “Privacy?” he asked and couldn’t help himself but look around. No one was nearby and he knew that the few people in the library he noticed as he came in wouldn’t come to the erotic-section at all. Ryze was way too invested in old scrolls and Karthus couldn’t care less about such human desires.

“Privacy in a room, Akali could watch any time?” Morgana raised her eyebrows. “Forget it. I am a risk-taker, Sylas. Do you match this attitude as well?”

Sylas and Morgana looked at each other for a second. Then Sylas reached out his hand and caressed Morgana’s cheek with his thumb.

“You want to play a little game too, Morgana?” he asked. “Those books here” he waved his free hand over the erotica-literature in the shelfs “all contain a lot of games.”

Morgana wiggled her eyebrows. “What do you have in mind, sweetheart?” she asked in a very cooing voice.

“If we get visually spotted,” Sylas said in an undertone. “It was my idea, we were doing this and I have to lie and say you were victim to my powers. I had bound you with your own chains to accept to have sex with me here. But if we get spotted because you or me were too loud…”

“I have to say the exact same thing and live with the possible consequences” Morgana finished his sentence. Her purple eyes seem to burn with excitement. “Deal.”

She stepped forward and pulled Sylas with both her hands to her. She pressed her lips to his and embraced him in a deep kiss. For a much smaller woman, her strength was pretty astounding and Sylas had to catch his breath a bit as she finally broke the kiss.

“No cheating, though,” he muttered, holding Morgana’s neck with both of his hands, glaring into her purple eyes. “We stay here and stay as quiet as possible.”

“I won’t move anywhere away from this,” Morgana grinned and groped on Sylas’ pants. “I want to enjoy my little toy…although…” she smirked up to him. “It seems not too little.”

“Give it a closer look, you might be mistaken,” Sylas said.

Morgana chuckled and dropped to her knees, releasing Sylas from his tight trousers.

“Hmm, that’s something to work with…” she cooed as she had his growing dick in her hand. “Don’t you move…”

She grinned up to him. “I don’t need a dark binding to root you in place, I guess?”

“Not in that position, no,” Sylas agreed and grabbed Morgana’s hair.

“Eager…” Morgana said acknowledging, as Sylas pushed his cock into her mouth and she began to suck.

“It seems…you want…to end…this quickly…” she continued; half muffled with her mouth full of his manhood.

“Too rough?” Sylas asked.

“Oh no…” Morgana chuckled and looked up to him, his cock almost disappearing entirely in her mouth. “Go on. Facefuck me.”

“Your loss, if you make too much noise,” Sylas shrugged and followed Morgana’s wish.

He grabbed her hair with both hands and thrusted forward into her warm mouth, his cock hitting her throat over and over. The sounds of gagging and slurping soon were pretty distinctive and Sylas knew if anyone was near the erotic-section of the library he or she could listen to an audiobook. This only encouraged Sylas to keep the steady pace of his thrusts. The excitement of the risky intercourse mixed with the pleasure Morgana’s mouth provided him was enough to get him really going.

The thrill of getting caught was certainly also a turn-on for Morgana. Between the gagging and slurping, Sylas heard her moans. One of her hands were between her legs, while the other fumbled with her dress.

Sylas stopped to face-fuck her eventually and gave Morgana the opportunity to pull her dress completely off.

“Like what you see?” she teased and cupped her breasts with her hands.

“I never been much of a liar,” Sylas answered and pulled Morgana up. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Morgana grinned and kissed him gently.

“Have a seat,” Sylas pointed to one of the near desks by the bookshelf.

Morgana obliged and sat down, spreading her legs and touching her black panties. As she rubbed over them, she licked her lips, her purple eyes focused on Sylas face.

“Returning the favour?”

“Amping up the thrill,” Sylas replied and wiggled his right arm.

The chain around his wrists jumped to sudden life as if that was the sign, she needed. Rushing towards Morgana, she was visibly surprised as the chain freed itself from Sylas arm and wrapped around her left ankle, while simultaneously flying to the ceiling, pulling Morgana’s leg up. Her left leg directed to the ceiling, she was exposed to Sylas entirely.

“No need to rush things,” Sylas smirked and leaned to Morgana, kissing her bare breasts. “You just stay there…”

“Now I understand what you’ve meant with experience,” Morgana said appreciative as Sylas kissed both her breasts and bit her nipples.

“But as much as I enjoy this…” she took his head and pushed him down further gently. “I want you in there, sweetie.”

Sylas grinned and pulled her panties to the side, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy.

“Damn girl,” he muttered and gave her thighs a few kisses. “You hide a treasure under that dress.”

Morgana half chuckled, half moaned as she pressed Sylas down into her wetness and he began to eat her out.

“What was the deal again,” she muttered. “Me being noisy is bad for me, right?”

Sylas agreed with a muffled sound into her pussy, eagerly eating her out.

“Should’ve been the other way around,” Morgana sighed and closed her eyes. “I could moan your name now, Sylas. Loud and clear for everyone to hear…”

“You were the one who didn’t want to leave the library,” Sylas pointed out, before he continued his tongue-flicking.

“Too bad for you,” Morgana gasped out slightly. “Because it feels really good…”

Sylas grinned and kept on licking her. He couldn’t tell how close he could bring her to climax with that, but as much as he enjoyed her taste and the musty scent in his nose, Morgana seemed to enjoy his efforts too.

“Okay, sweetie,” Morgana said eventually and pulled Sylas up. She gave him a quick peck on the lips and looked deeply into his eyes. “Amp this game up?”

Sylas nodded.

The next second, Morgana has freed herself from the chain around her ankle and slipped off the desk.

“Funny things you can do with chains,” Morgana said casually, snapping her fingers.

Sylas felt a rush of energy around him and was not surprised to see his clothes strip away from him in front of his eyes, folding perfectly on the next bookshelf.

“Useful things you can do with your magic,” Sylas replied, standing in front of Morgana, just as naked as her.

“We two get along too well,” Morgana cooed. “Stay there, will you?”

She made another wave with her hand. Again, Sylas felt something hard hitting him in the stomach with a **** he usually would crash into the wall. But the dark binding kept him in place.

“We never said when this game would end,” Morgana purred pressing her body to Sylas and grabbing his cock. “Any suggestions?”

With her hands on his cock, stroking gently over his length there was only one right answer.

“Until one of us orgasms,” Sylas said.

“No, no, no, not fair,” Morgana shook her head. “I know men. Once they are in there…” she reached for her pussy. “They can’t control themselves. And I like to be in control.”

“You think, I couldn’t resist you for long?” Sylas asked.

“Most men can’t help themselves and just cum when I fuck them from behind,” Morgana grinned and wiggled her ass a bit.

“Who said, I wanna do that?” Sylas asked.

“You’re rooted, sweetie, how else do you want to fuck me from this position?” Morgana asked amused.

Sylas snorted. He was still not able to move his legs, but very much able to use his hands and so he grabbed Morgana’s ass and lifted her up.

She was fast enough to understand what he had in mind and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs embracing his waist.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned out loud as Sylas cock pierced her wet pussy and her pelvis met his crotch.

“Quiet, Morgana or do you want to lose?” Sylas teased her, while he pushed and pulled Morgana’s lower body back and forth. It was a bit hard to thrust while being bound to the floor.

“Oh fuck…” Morgana clenched around him tightly, to not fall off him.

Sylas thought, he had to agree with Morgana – she was squeezing his dick in the most pleasurable way possible. Her tight pussy gripped his length and milked it with every bounce up and down. In addition to that, her body felt amazing, and she was suppressing her moans with a noticeable exertion. Sylas own pleasure was overwhelming him too slowly. With every long, deep stroke inside Morgana, he felt his own climax approaching inevitably.

“Fuck…fuck…” he muttered as Morgana gyrated her hips into his crotch.

“Someone’s enjoying himself,” Morgana chuckled. “Such a good boy. Keep fucking me like this…keep fucking me. Good boy…”

Sylas kept fucking her in this standing position for at least a minute. Not that he had any chance to move anywhere, still bound to the floor by Morgana’s magic. But even without that handicap, he probably would’ve done it either way. His cock now was throbbing inside her.

“You’re gonna cum, sweetie?” Morgana whispered, her eyes glowing with desire and lust. “You’re gonna cum deep inside me? Be a good boy for me and cum?”

Sylas didn’t answer, he knew the point of no return was already crossed. Now it was just a matter of time when he would explode.

“Fill me, sweetie,” Morgana whispered. “Fill me up. Fill me and I’ll release you. We can continue in my room later. A little reward for my good boy.”

Morgana spoke further in a sweet, seductive voice and whispered words into Sylas ear: “I’ll be your dark angel. You slutty angel, fulfilling your naughtiest fantasies. Bind me to the bed. Ravage my tight pussy. Devour my breasts with your mouth. I wanna feel you inside me, I wanna feel your body on mine, I want every…last…drop…of cum.”

As if these were the words, Sylas had needed, he gasped out loud, suppressing a loud groan. His balls emptied in Morgana’s pussy and she chuckled happily as he filled her womb.

“That’s a good boy…” she whispered. “Give me every last drop…yes…”

She loosened her grip around Sylas and slipped off him, dropping back to her knees.

“Such a good boy,” Morgana muttered as she put his cock in her hand and smeared his member all over her face. If her mascara wasn’t running over her face anyhow, this would probably be the case now. Morgana gave Sylas cock a playful kiss on the tip and then snapped her fingers.

“Go on, be a good boy and mark me properly,” she whispered and Sylas, who was finally able to move again, took Morgana’s hair again and pushed his cock back into her mouth. Still catching his breath, he enjoyed the sensation of her warm mouth again, which was doubled through the extra sensitivity of his post-orgasm cock.

Morgana reached for his balls and massaged them, until Sylas pulled her head back and the last drops of cum, mixed with a good amount of saliva of Morgana drizzled down her face, onto her breasts and on the floor.

“Whew,” Sylas muttered. “Damn.”

Morgana grinned up to him and wiped some of the cum off her face and her breasts, licking it off her fingers.

“Damn indeed,” she winked. “You lost.”

Sylas stared at her confused. Then, as Morgana tilted her head to the side and nodded, he was suddenly aware, both of them were naked in a library. The last few minutes he had completely forgot about that circumstance. Now Sylas looked to the side and saw that someone was standing in the corridor and smiled at them with a big slimy and very benevolent grin.

“Hello Kench,” Morgana said casually, standing up and snapping her fingers. In no time, her dress and Sylas clothes wrapped around their owners again and put themselves on.

“Hello dear Morgana,” Tahm Kench said. He was so fat; he was filling the whole space between two book-shelfs. “I didn’t know, you were devoted to such human desires…”

“Can’t help myself sometimes,” Morgana said.

“Sorry, you stumbled upon us,” Sylas said, feeling a bit awkward.

“No need to apologize,” Kench grinned. “It’s only natural. I just pretend nothing happened. We don’t want our hostess to believe something unnatural happened. She is so worked out in the moment, and I have feeling, this will continue…but what am I talking about…good day to you two.” He lifted his hat off his bald head and waddled away, humming a happy melody.

“He won’t tell anything,” Morgana said, as he went off.

“But we got spotted,” Sylas said slowly.

“We did. Visually. So?” Morgana asked and looked up to him. “If I remember the rules to our little game we invented before you fucked me in here, this means you lost.”

“And since we don’t get to be punished by some higher ****…” Sylas said and gave Morgana a look. “I think…it’s only fair if you decide what you gain from winning.”

Morgana grinned. Sylas had the impression; she didn’t need much time to think about a possible price.

“I think so too,” she whispered. “If you want to play again?”

Sylas smirked. “I would be dumb to say no to this offer.”

“Good,” Morgana grinned. “But every good game deserves a break. I will come to you when I decide the time is right. Until then…no other women, Sylas. Understood?”

“Clearly,” Sylas nodded.

“See you soon, sweetie,” Morgana winked and gave him a little peck on the cheek, turning around and walking off.