Cats are not compatible with birds, so you better separate them

Garen had a nice rest of the afternoon, he finally went to workout a bit and besides the fact that everything still reeked after Zac-goo (someone probably just had fought against him and he lost a serious amount of himself often in there) he was still in good shape.

He arrived at diner with a bunch of yordles and sat himself on a free table. He just got himself a bit of salad and bread from the buffet as Katarina walked in, looking around for a while, until she noticed Garen and went to him with a big smile on her face.

“Evening, baby,” he greeted her, returning the smile. “What are you smiling about?”

“You are incredibly lucky, you know that?” she said and sat on the opposite of Garen’s seat.

“I know,” Garen agreed. “I’ve got you.”

Katarina opened her mouth and for a millisecond, Garen thought he saw her cheeks reddening. He grinned. Even Katarina wasn’t completely immune to compliments, especially when she doesn’t expect them.

“Not what I meant,” she said, after a short moment of silence. “I meant, you’re lucky that I got you all alone for tonight.”

“And how comes that?” Garen asked surprised.

“Quinn came to me after your meeting with Vayne,” Katarina explained. “And I said, I had no problems with her meeting him alone. Apparently, she doesn’t like company during sex. Besides…” and Katarina’s eyes glowed with anticipation once again. “Birds often get attacked by cats. She should be aware of that.”

Garen raised his eyebrows, having quite a premonition what Katarina wanted to say. “You didn’t invite Nidalee, did you?” he asked innocently.

“Nope,” Katarina grinned.

Garen nodded and his cock seems to awake from deep slumber as well, as it strained against his boxers. He knew exactly what Katarina had in stock for this night and he wouldn’t complain, even if it meant that he would have a few more scars on his back or chest.

“I am looking forward to this,” he said kindly. “My room or your room?”

“My room.” Katarina ordered in her usual bossy tone. “Did you expect something else?”

“Got it, Ma’am,” Garen winked. “By the way…we got invited.”

“Invited?” Katarina asked frowning.

“By Fiora,” Garen explained. “For tomorrow after lunch. She said something about behaviour and that she both wants to see us. You should wear your uniform.”

Katarina’s eyes had glowed up once again and she glanced to the side, where Fiora sat on a table with Yi, Irelia and Braum. They were all engaged in conversation, but as both Katarina and Garen looked at them, Fiora noticed it and gave them a slight smile.

“Fiora Laurent, ts ts ts,” Katarina clicked her tongue amused. “I guess we’ll have to follow her command, otherwise she’ll be giving us detention next time. It seems like Talon has to live with the fact to be on his own for a while.”

“He’ll get over it,” Garen said amused. “I won’t complain to have you all by myself,” he added.

“Me neither,” Katarina agreed and for a split second Garen again thought, she might say something else. In her eyes he saw something very uncommon, but before he could figure out, what it was exactly, she just stood up and got herself something to eat too.

---

Talon usually wasn’t crazy about sports like most of his colleagues, but even he had to be in shape and the Vayne’s mansion was an excellent spot for a parkour. With the forest, the ruins of the former estate, the house itself with its many floors and towers it was the perfect spot for a quick run in the evening sun. Talon had the permission from Vayne to jump through the whole building as long as he didn’t destroy anything or looked through the windows of the apartments.

He usually went for a quick jog through the forest until he reached a old wall, which was perfect for long jumps, which led to the old redbrick-building near the gardens, which was made for the few champions that prefer a water-like environment as home. After that he reached the north-wing and climbed on the wall on its roof, jumped down again, heading to the main building and the clock-tower, where he climbed on the highest point of the mansion. Here he made a short break and enjoyed the amazing view over the whole estate and the green hills of Runeterra around him until he had enough and climbed down again, taking a quick run over the wall on top, until he reached the west-corridor and proceeded hand over hand down until he reached his balcony. But tonight, he didn’t walk into his room. Talon climbed on the fence and jumped over to the next balcony with a single jump. It was a difficult jump, but Talon was not a beginner and so he made it easily.

As he climbed over the fence on the balcony he looked inside and a smile flashed over his face. Quinn was facing not the windows, but her wardrobe and tapped with her finger on the screen. She only wore a pair of black panties and a grey shirt that barely reached her butt.

“You could have knocked, you know?” she asked as Talon entered the room.

“Boring,” Talon replied. “Besides I probably wouldn’t be greeted with such a nice view.”

“You sure?” Quinn replied and turned around with a smug smile. The grey shirt with the Demacia-icon on it was probably the only thing she wore too, because her nipples clearly could be seen through the fabric.

“Now, where you mention it,” Talon said, with a short glance on her chest, before he looked back into her grey eyes.

A screech from his side made him wince shortly. Valor, Quinn’s eagle was sitting on a small perch near the bed and looked at him with keen eyes. He didn’t look that happy about Talon’s presence and made another screech, widening his big wings.

“Don’t be jealous, Val,” Quinn said, her eyes still fixed on Talon. “I need a bit company during the night. You can go hunting and come back later. I’ll let the door to the balcony open.”

Valor screeched another time, this time with a kind of reproachful glance at Quinn, before he hopped down on the floor and continued to hop towards the balcony. As he reached Talon, who stepped aside, he widened his massive wings and jumped into the air, slapping his wing against Talon’s face as he took off into the dawning sky.

“He still doesn’t like me,” Talon detected, rubbing his cheek.

“He is a bit old-fashioned about allegiances during vacation, you have to understand that,” Quinn said almost apologetically.

“It’s just a bird,” Talon said with a shrug. “A very smart bird,” he added quickly, as he saw Quinn’s daring look. “Maybe a bit jealous too…”

“Maybe,” Quinn agreed and slowly came towards Talon. “But jealousy isn’t one of your problems, is it?”

Talon didn’t answer, he just shook his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Quinn’s chest.

“Actually, I feel quite flattered, you’re still willing to visit me,” Quinn continued and lifted her shirt over her head. Her firm breasts came into good view and Talon’s nether region almost immediately responded. “With Katarina and MF on one day…” she gave Talon a knowing look. “Hopefully you still have some cum left for me?”

“Please,” Talon said calmly. “Do I look like a weakling?”

“No, but I know Katarina’s and MF’s sex-drive could easily match Ahri’s or Evelynn’s,” Quinn said, now standing only an inch away from Talon, who hadn’t moved at all. “Sounds exhausting for me.”

“Please,” Talon huffed again.

“Well, you seem optimistic that you still got it…” Quinn grinned and lay her arms on Talon’s shoulders. “Why don’t you prove that to me?”

Sometimes Talon cursed himself that he wore that much clothes, even on vacation. He usually never used one of the wardrobes to get a new and more comfortable outfit, because he always felt quite weird if he hadn’t his usual grey cape with the many blades with him. But every single time, he was about to have sex with a woman, he was way too busy removing all these clothes, while he simultaneously tried to begin the old kiss-and-touch-dance beforehand.

Obviously, Quinn had not so much problems, she just stripped out of her clothes easily, while Talon fumbled with his thick belt, interrupting their kiss for a second. Quinn and Talon always had something going on during vacation, mostly because they met so often outside the rift. It was more of a friends-with-benefits thing, since they mostly resolved some tension from their little skirmishes. And since last year and Talon’s permanent ticket to join Katarina and Garen’s bed, their meetings got even more sporadic than before. Nonetheless, Quinn hadn’t much more men, she found interesting enough to sleep with and Talon also felt it was a little bit of tradition to spent at least one night in one bed.

He finally had managed to got out of his own clothes, when Quinn already was on her knees and took his emerging manhood in her mouth. Talon sighed satisfied as her warm lips enclosed around his shaft. She was much more of a blowjob enjoyer than Katarina or Miss Fortune, who used oral pleasure more to get things going and didn’t take their time with it. Quinn on the other hand was way more passionate, once she was on her knees and took Talon in her mouth and soon started to moan herself, while she gave Talon the most caring oral experience since he arrived at the mansion. Talon felt, he was getting closer to climax than he had wished to, while Quinn sucked on his dick and seemingly didn’t to stop.

“You should stop soon, or I’ll plaster that pretty face of yours with cum,” Talon announced as Quinn played with her tongue around his tip and sent shivers down his spine.

“Maybe I want you to blow your load all over my pretty face?” Quinn replied with a smug grin, as she shortly popped her mouth away from Talon’s cock and massaged his balls.

“What if I say, I won’t let you, because I want to cum inside that dripping pussy of yours?” Talon asked in return.

“Somebody is eager,” Quinn said, her eyes blinking happily. “Hopefully you can last a bit, if you’re that excited already.”

“Please,” Talon said again, this time a bit less determined.

Quinn chuckled and stood up, giving Talon a gentle kiss on his cheek, her hands still massaging over his shaft. With sudden strength, Talon didn’t expect, she threw him on the bed and climbed on top of him.

“You better still now how to satisfy me too,” Quinn announced as she lowered herself on Talon’s cock.

She inhaled sharply as he penetrated her wet folds and sank his hands into her perky breasts. She barely had started to ride him, as she already moaned and gasped faster.

“Pleasurable enough?” Talon asked, while Quinn’s ass smacked onto his lap with noisy slaps.

“Shut your mouth and suck on my nipples,” Quinn moaned back.

Talon did as he was told and soon Quinn was whimpering more than ever. Her back arched, so Talon got even better access to her tits in his hands and didn’t miss the opportunity to suck on her soft nipples. He knew very well that Quinn was extremely sensitive there and could be brought over the edge nearly completely through them. With a cock inside her, it naturally amplified her pleasure to an even higher maximum and Talon felt her pussy squeezing around him as she rode him faster and moaned even louder.

Her climax was something Talon could handle for a few seconds, but Quinn was so absolutely caught in her bliss and didn’t stop to cum, Talon soon couldn’t hold back too.

“Cumming,” he announced with a deep growl.

Quinn didn’t answer, but her hands clang in her short, black hair and her hips gyrated even fast on Talon’s cock. The point of no return already had been exceeded a while ago and now it was impossible for Talon to stop himself.

With a loud groan, his cock shot his load into Quinn’s quivering pussy, who finally slowed down and collapsed on Talon’s chest after his cock was entirely spend with cum.

For a while, both of them just lied there and the only thing to hear was their mutual heavy breathing. After a few minutes, Quinn finally rose up from Talon’s chest and smiled at him through hazy eyes.

“You still got it,” she said kindly.

“Same,” Talon murmured, stroking over the skin of her hips with one finger. “Felt great.”

“In comparison to Katarina and MF, I’ll take that compliment,” Quinn grinned. “I know you probably gonna leave soon, so…”

“Does your bird have a problem, when I am staying?” Talon interrupted her.

Quinn looked at him, her surprise quickly changing into a warm smile. “He’ll be pissed at me, if I let you stay for the night,” she said and bowed her head down to kiss Talon. “But I think it’s worth it.”

“I’ll make it worth it,” Talon agreed. “I don’t know how much time Katarina will give me in the coming days…”

“You poor man,” Quinn said, with played concern. “What a terrible fate to share a bed with Katarina…”

---

“What a wonderful fate to share a bed with Katarina,” Draven shouted through the entire dining room as Katarina and Garen walked off after the diner. “I hope, it can endure the raw **** of two men that press her in the mattress.”

“Ignore him,” Garen hissed to Katarina, but she already had turned around and faced him angrily.

“I hope your bed endures your ego!” she shouted back, her eyes shooting nearly as much daggers as her ult usually does. “Because sadly someone else won’t be allowed on it!”

Draven just wanted to reply something (probably nasty) to Katarina as the door to the dining room opened and all conversations died immediately. Sometimes Garen felt like Vayne had an inner compass to arrive just in time when somebody caused trouble. The house-owner and hostess of the vacation of the league just entered the dining room and even if she seemed calm, her eyes couldn’t be deadlier.

“What is it, Kat?” she asked coolly

“Draven’s loudmouthed again,” Katarina replied, a triumphant smile on her face. “About me, Garen and Talon.”

“Last warning Draven,” Vayne said calmly, but pointed with her right glove (the one with a very special gadget on it) to Draven, who’s smile faded away. “I told you, you should be nicer. Don’t disappoint me.”

“Vayne,” Draven said, trying to sound patronizing. “You know, I won’t…”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Vayne interrupted him annoyed. “This isn’t the arena and you are not commentating yet. And even then, I won’t allow comments about other people’s sex-life. You understand?”

“Alright, alright!” Draven said and raised both his hands.

“Yeah, stop blaming anyone who has more sex than you!” Miss Fortune, who sat on a table with Graves and Twisted Fate again, threw in, accentuating the last word especially. Draven looked like he really wanted to respond something, but maybe the combined daring looks of everyone around him put him right and he remained silent.

“Come on, let’s go,” Garen whispered to Katarina as the normal chattering began to fill the room again.

“Sorry, that I nearly lost it there,” Kata muttered as they walked outside in the corridor.

“It’s alright,” Garen shrugged. “It’s Draven after all. Even Master Yi would be pissed, if he harassed him the way he harasses you.”

Katarina muttered something, Garen didn't catch. As he looked at her questioning, he thought for a second that he saw this weird thing in her eyes again. But then Katarina made a face and said in her usual annoyed manner: “I shouldn’t be this irritated, since Draven is per usual a troublemaking shit-talker. Hopefully Vayne’s threat keeps him in line.

“It usually does,” Garen said and nodded knowingly. “Think about her special gadget in her gloves. Even Thresh is afraid of getting permanently exhausted, if he tries something funny.”

They had reached Katarina’s room and she unlocked the door, with her eyes already glowing with desire again. “Get on the bed and stay there,” she ordered softly.

Garen just nodded. Katarina seemed to be in her dominant-phase again and he wouldn’t be so foolish to stop her. He went to her bed and sat there, watching how Katarina slowly and not breaking eye-contact with him, walked over the carpet towards her wardrobe. Garen kept on looking at her, his cock in his pants already straining against the fabric. Kata had reached the wardrobe and turned her head around as she opened it. The generator inside, who was able to supply the person in front of it with every personal outfit, spoke with its usual voice as Katarina touched the screen with her finger: “Name?”

“Katarina,” Katarina replied casually.

“Welcome, Sinister Blade,” the voice replied and it almost immediately said: “Outfit chosen. Please stand still.”

Katarina obviously didn’t have much to think about the right outfit for this evening and Garen knew exactly which outfit it would be, as a light above Katarina began to envelop her whole body. Garen blinked as the flash of light blinded him temporarily and as he opened it again, Katarina had turned around to him. He knew what had be coming, but the view was breath taking nonetheless.

“Meow,” she said in her most sultry voice as she eyed Garen with her most primal gaze.

Katarina’s usual black leather-jacket, boots and shorts had vanished and what was left of them had turned into her sexiest costume she had. All she had left on her body was something Nidalee usually would wear, a sort of furry bikini, only that the fur was white and not brown. Feet and hands of Katarina were in equally white and furry boots and gloves and in her hair was a single hairband, which made little ears pointing out of her red hair. She also had a fake tail fixed on the back of her shorts.

“You like this pussy?” Katarina asked Garen softly.

Garen just nodded. All his blood had been flooding very quickly into his nether regions since he had opened his eyes again.

“Good,” Katarina almost mewed. “Because Kitty-Kat wants to play with you. You wanna play too?”

“Absolutely,” Garen agreed, rather hoarsely and he cleared his throat. “I’m gonna give that pussy some…”

“Kitty-Kat doesn’t want her plaything to speak, while she is playing,” Katarina said softly, but strictly. “Garen has to be quiet or Kitty-Kat will be very nasty with her fingers...” and she made a wave with her hand, like a cat does with her paw.

Garen went silent immediately and looked, how Katarina started to roam her hands over her body, stroking every inch of skin that wasn’t covered in fur.

“I always feel so hot in this thing,” she said softly, her eyes fixed on Garen’s bulge which emerged from his pants. “And I think I am not alone with that,” she added with a grin.

Garen didn’t even dare to nod or reply that and just kept looking at Katarina, who was only a meter away from him, her hands now groping her full breasts through the fur. She had tilted her head seem to think about something.

“Don’t touch anything, or your Kitty will be very upset,” she finally said and got on all fours, crawling towards Garen with a hungry look in her eyes.

She reached his knees and spread them apart. Her hands roamed towards his groin, but stopped the moment they were an inch away from his cock. Garen felt it twitching and leaking precum already as he stared into Kata’s green, mesmerizing eyes.

Katarina didn’t move for a whole minute and just kept eye-contact with him, smiling devilishly. Garen knew, she tested him again and it was pretty hard to resist the urge to grab her by her neck, pull her up and kiss that smug grin off her face. He knew, she wouldn’t be against it, but he knew also that it would be much more of a reward to keep his patience, even if it was torturing him.

Luckily for Garen, Katarina finally rose up a bit higher, so she was eye-level with him. Sadly, for him, she stopped nose to nose with him and whispered: “Don’t. Move.”

Her mouth lowered itself on his closed lips and Garen almost lost it there, as her lips lingered on him for almost ten second. He closed his eyes and just prayed it would be over soon. As he felt Katarina’s mouth retreating from his lips, he opened his eyes, to see her smiling brightly for a second, before she started to kiss him again. This time, it was even harder to resist the urge to give in and it didn’t get better: Katarina trailed down with her kissed to his neck, back up to his lips again, moved to both sides of his cheek, ruffled his hair, while she kissed him passionately on his lips again. On top of that, she had climbed into his lap and Katarina started to grind against Garen’s raging cock under the fabric of his pants. But Garen didn’t move, even if his breathing got shallower with every second and his hands had clenched into the sheets.

Katarina was almost purring in his lap, rubbing her pussy against Garen’s cock until (what felt like an eternity for Garen) finally stopped to kiss him and pulled one hand towards her back.

“Open it,” she demanded softly as she took his hand to her bra.

Garen needed a second to find the right buckle on that furry thing, but as he found it, he clicked it open.

Katarina shook her bra away with a single motion of her upper body and her full breast came into direct view for Garen. That didn’t help him at all for containing himself.

“You’re so fucking hard, I can feel you through all that fur,” Katarina whispered sultrily, eyeing him again with this hunger of desire, she always had. “I am admiring your endurance, babe.”

She grinned as Garen blinked with his eyes very fast.

“I am wondering…” Katarina said with played curiousness and Garen already cursed himself and his stubbornness. “How long would it be until you simply can’t take it anymore? How long does it need me to tease you so hard, you simply snap?”

Garen didn’t answer and held her gaze.

“How long until this juicy cock of yours explode inside your pants?” Katarina continued, moving her hips back and forth on Garen’s lap slowly. He thought he could feel her wet pussy even through several layers of fabric.

“How long until I make you moan my name?” Katarina asked, her eyes burning with lust now. “How long until you flip me over on the bed and ravage my wet pussy that’s all for you tonight? It’s all yours Garen. Me, in this sexy outfit, making me feel so hot and wanted…my pussy, my mouth, my ass…all you want and it’s just you. No Talon, no Sarah Fortune, no interruptions, just you and me, your little pussy-cat. Your slut to fuck, your red-headed whore, your kitten, yours…all night. All day and night in fact, every day, every single day. You just have to say the th…”

She stopped herself and looked at Garen and for a moment, he saw it for the third time in an hour. A strange look in Katarina’s eyes, he hadn’t seen before at all. Not hungry or horny, something else. Concerned, yet caring. Frightful, yet certain. Worried, yet self-confident. Garen frowned himself, but before he could interpret this look any further, it was gone again and Katarina’s usual lust returned to her face.

“You really won’t be disobedient and stay so calm, even if I Shunpo through this room, right?” she asked rather annoyed now.

The corners of Garen’s mouth twitched triumphantly. Katarina sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she said with a fake-pout. “You won. You better make it go…”

She didn’t came any further with her sentence as Garen woke up from his stasis, like he just recovered from a Bard-Ult and kissed her so hard, Katarina nearly fell on the floor.

The next hour both of them didn’t speak much, they were too busy to unload all the tension, Katarina had built up. Garen felt a bit like, Katarina’s outfit, plus her teasing beforehand, had done a similar effect to him like a charm from Ahri. Time seem to either stop entirely as he came harder than ever during that day. Katarina’s moans and cries of pleasure echoed through her room as they went round after round in all kind of positions, sometimes with Kata, sometimes with Garen as the dominant part. Garen had a several amount of scratches across his chest and back, all caused by Katarina’s maybe a bit too accurate paw-gloves, but he didn’t care. Katarina was marked herself by the mass of cum that mixed with her sweat and started to dry on her skin or stuck in her hair.

It was half past one in the morning as they finally stopped to fuck and collapsed on the bed next to each other, breathing hard and fast for a few minutes without talking.

I really must thank Ahri, Garen thought for himself, exhausted, yet absolutely happy with his situation. Ahri’s charm must’ve really done the trick, because Katarina didn’t have to fluff him at all between his orgasms and he just kept going on.

“You’ve had some pills earlier this day?” Katarina asked hazily, who must’ve thought something similar. She was lying on her back and looked at Garen to her left with half, opened eyes. “You came like a fountain and didn’t seem too exhausted.”

Her breasts still heaved up and down heavily and some cum still was there, from one of the latest facials. Her Kitty-Cat outfit was completely ruined, she only wore one glove over her left hand and her hairband with the cat eyes was soaked in cum.

“Maybe I had a bit of help,” Garen admitted. “But it was worth it.”

“Ahri?” Katarina asked.

“You got it, detective.”

“Knew, I reminded that taste…” Katarina muttered and smiled at Garen. “Good boy. Worth it. Indeed.”

“Yup,” Garen agreed sleepily. “We can thank her some time.”

“Definitely,” Katarina nodded and yawned. “But not now. Sleeping time?”

“Sleeping time,” Garen nodded. “Remember: Vayne wants to see everyone in seven hours.”

“Ugh, don’t mention her. Spoilsport,” Katarina grumbled, pulling the blanket over her and Garen. “Denying us all the fun in the morning…”

“Not all of the fun, if you’re early like last morning,” Garen reminded her with a yawn himself.

“Oh, right that was today,” Katarina muttered and snuggled her nude body closer to Garen. “I think I lost track of time, because of your cock inside of me…”

“Could be worse,” Garen muttered and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “It was a good first day, though.”

“On many more like the last one,” Katarina agreed, her breath tickling over his chest.

It only needed a few minutes before both of them were in the realm of dreams after this very long and exhausting day.