With Ahri gone, Sona meets up with the pentakill line-up for a rehearsal

The studios were probably the most modern building in the mansion: A massive cube with glass walls and the logos of K/DA, True Damage and Pentakill in neon-letters outside. Inside you got greeted by a large dancefloor and a stage, on the ceiling and walls were speakers and lighting equipment. Behind the stage were also a bunch of make-up-rooms (which all contained one of the changing-machines, everyone had in the wardrobe), a few lounges, a little bar and a room, with a whole bunch of instruments and microphones.

Usually, the studios were not occupied until the concert, where almost everyone would come together to listen to some music and enjoy the show. Usually, it was also a nice place to come and chill, because the lounges had very comfy chairs and couches and the bar always had something nice to drink in its refrigerator. Usually, it was only loud during a concert, because bands like K/DA and True Damage were confident enough to sing pretty much without a rehearsal.

Usually.

To be fair, it started out relatively moderate. Sona, standing on her keyboard on the left stage, played a very simple low synthetic EDM-beat, the sort of beat that makes everybody groove. Even without any drums, this beat was able to make everybody look like pigeons walking by.

After a few seconds of this groove, Karthus, on the front microphone next to Kayle, started to sing, or rather say, the first verses: “Summer mood, hot sand under my feet. Cold beer, cheap wine, yeah, that's all that we need. We got the moves, we got the moves. And everybody's like, ‘Oh, fuck yeah…’” Karthus, who progressively got louder while he sang, now shouted the last words: “Let’s do it again!"

If someone might have thought, this song turned out to be a classic EDM-Track, this someone probably fell out of his chair right now. With the last words screamed into the microphone, Pentakill started to play with full ****, and everything was beyond silence.

Olaf, who had his drum kit positioned in the middle of the stage, right to Sona, started to smash on his drums and cymbals. Sona, who hadn’t much to do right now and still played her electronic beat with one hand, yanked the other in the air, to the rhythm. Yorick, on the other side of Olafs drums, was probably the typical bass-player, which was very stoic and the only one, who wasn’t headbanging his way to the pre-chorus right now. On the front of the stage, Mordekaiser and Viego, played their riffs on the guitars so vigorously and heavy, they nearly drowned Karthus and Kayle, who now shouted into each of their microphones: “We got the moves, we got the moves! And everybody's like, ‘Yesterday we drank too much - Let's do it again’! We got the groove, we got the groove! So, everybody, put your hands straight up! Tonight is the niiiight!”

Now Kayle began to sing, less than just to shout and Mordekaiser and Viego stopped to play extensively hard. Sona, on the other hand played the main melody of the chorus and almost danced with Karthus, who now spend some time with dancing himself, letting Kayle sing the chorus: “We are young! We arе free! Sipping on booze on a sunny beach! We'rе alive, we believe! That summertime memories will never fade away!”

Nearly every instrument stopped to play as she was done singing and now only Sona played the steady electronic beat again. Olaf couldn’t help himself and played a bit of fast Hi-Hat-drumrolls, as Karthus began to sing the second verse, again, not shouting yet. All the members of Pentakill smiled happily. The first part of the song was done. Now start all over again and have the same fun again.

Gwen was grinning on the dancefloor too, as she danced to the song. This song was intoxicating to dance and groove and sing along and hop and headbang and do whatever you wanted to do.

Music was magical and it may be also a part of Sona’s abilities, but she may only amplify the raw strength of this wonderful thing, humanity came up with – for relaxation and to party. Gwen was the only spectator and listener to the rehearsal (even if the second pre-chorus already was so loud, it could probably be heard across the whole mansion). All the other champions rather watched, how some would smash each other in the arena. As fun as that was, Gwen wouldn’t enjoy this as half as much, as being here, where she basically got a private concert. Pentakill’s rehearsal for the concert in a few days was so professional and merely without any mistake, it was basically the pre-gig before the actual concert.

Would they all wear their outfits for the gig, Gwen thought, this will probably be the same performance.

“We don't need no club, all we need is the sun! Yeah, we will rave like hell 'til the weekend is done!” Karthus now shouted in the mic, while Olaf smashed in his cymbals and drums. A powerful breakdown would come soon. “We got the moves, we got the moves! And everybody, put your hands straight up! Tonight is the night, we say:”

All instruments stopped for a moment and the whole band sang: “DÖP-DÖDÖDÖ-DÖP, DÖP-DÖDÖDÖ-DÖP!”

What followed was a heavy breakdown, accompanied with almost hardstyle-beats from Sona. Olaf thrashed his cymbals with so much vigor, you could see the stands trembling.

The grand finale of the song got rounded off by first slowing down again, Kayle singing melodiously and soft, before the whole band played the last chorus, which ended with Olaf, maltreating his cymbals as if he wanted to chop some wood.

Then the song stopped, and Gwen applauded in the sudden silence.

“Whoo!” she cheered. “That was soo good! Oh my god guys, that was fun!”

“Thanks, my dear,” Karthus said with a beaming grin down to the floor. “Any problems, guys?” he asked looking behind him. “What I’ve heard sounded good.”

“I still think, you can sing along, during Karthus’ parts, Kayle,” Yorick said.

“Really?” Kayle said thoughtful. “I think it’s more fun if we keep the differences. That way we have a more powerful breakdown again.”

They talked shop about the exact execution of the song, while Olaf started to play absently on his Hi-Hat again, only half listening. Sona also played a melody with one hand on her keyboard, moving a bit while she played, her big tits jiggling in her blue dress. And while Olaf’s eyes met with Sona and both winked at each other, Gwen and Viego looked at each other.

He leaned on a stationary microphone and turned on the strings of his E-guitar. His shining green eyes lingered on Gwen and a faint smile crossed his pale lips. Gwen returned the smile, smoothing out her dress a bit. It was not only the music of Pentakill, which drew her to the studios this afternoon.

Viego could be moody from time to time, a bit quick-tempered and irascible. But Gwen knew how to deal with that. After all, she was the last thing, Isolde, Viego’s deceased wife had given Gwen the powers, she possessed. And a bit from Isolde’s love for Viego might have found its way into Gwen too. Even if it was more a general affection towards the ruined king, than real love. He knew this as well and he knew to please her too.

“Alright, I think, we’re good to go for another song,” Karthus announced, as Kayle and Yorick finally agreed with each other. “Next up: Pump it!”

The rehearsal lasted for a whole more hour and after a few more songs, all of them covers from renowned bands, Gwen heard a slight beep in her ears.

“Tomorrow, same time?” Mordekaiser asked, as he put his guitar on a stand next to a big speaker.

“Of course,” Karthus said. “Even if I think, we don’t need to work on the execution of the notes…”

“No that sounded pretty good,” Kayle agreed. “What does our fangirl think?” she added with a smile to Gwen.

“I think you all deserved a break and a good drink,” Gwen smiled and gave them a double-thumbs-up. “Especially our singers.”

“Good idea,” Olaf said and stood up from his chair, putting his drumsticks on the base drum. “I could need some beer.”

“Same for me,” Yorick nodded.

Sona waved her hand and pointed at her keyboard.

“Ah, yes, I just go quickly with Sona and get her the stationary keyboard,” Olaf said, who interpreted the sign faster than the others. “It’s in the storeroom, I believe. We’ll be right back.”

“Good, see you back on the bar,” Karthus said and levitated behind the stage, Mordekaiser, Kayle and Yorick behind him. Olaf and Sona left the stage through a different door, so Gwen and Viego were alone in the big hall.

“You’re coming too, Viego?” Kayle asked as she held the door open.

“No thanks,” Viego smiled. “I need to get this back in my room.” He held the guitar in the air. “See you at diner.”

“Alright, later then,” Kayle said and left the stage too.

Gwen and Viego smiled at each other. “Good excuse,” Gwen said sweetly.

“Good idea of getting them away from each other,” Viego grinned and hopped from the stage down to the floor.

“You would go with me anyways, wouldn’t you?” Gwen said as Viego took his guitar under his arm and grabbed Gwen’s hand with his free hand.

“Yes,” Viego said. “But so, you gave two other people a good excuse as well.”

"Happy to help, where I can."

Olaf saw the stationary keyboard leaning against the wall, as he entered the cluttered storage room. It stood right next to a bunch of mic-stands and the whole DJ booth, Sona would use later during the concert, after the main events were done.

“Alright,” Olaf said and turned around to Sona, who entered the room behind him. “I would say, we got five minutes until they come look for us.”

Sona smirked and pulled the top of her dress down. Her tits jumped out of her blue cloths and Olaf grabbed them with both his hands.

“Damn, girl,” he muttered. “The way you dance during the songs…”

He squeezed her breasts with his big hands – even though he couldn’t clasp around them entirely. Sona looked at him with her blue eyes and bit her lower lip. Her hands already fumbled with his belt.

“You always jiggle them around during those songs, it’s not to miss. Even if I smash on my cymbals, I can see those boobies jump up and down in your dress.”

Sona wiggled her eyebrows. Her hands had already freed him from his trousers and she grabbed his growing cock through the fabric.

“You just love the attention, do you?” Olaf said and reached under her dress, to feel her pussy. “Damn…it’s already wet?”

Sona nodded with big puppy eyes, pouting just a little bit.

“Such a bad girl,” Olaf muttered and slipped a finger under her panties. “Such a bad girl…”

Sona’s eyelids fluttered, but no sound came out of her mouth as Olaf sank one finger into her nether-regions. Then a second. She was soaking wet in seconds. Olaf himself could probably get hard because of that realization alone. But Sona’s hands were closed around his shaft as well and she was stroking him gently to full hardness.

“You want this, Sona?” Olaf muttered into her ear, as she started to stroke him harder.

Sona nodded eagerly, still with this pouting face, filled with desire. Olaf pressed her against the wall and took his finger out of her pussy. His free hand lifted her leg up and supported Sona’s ass with the other. Barely standing on one foot (she was significant smaller than Olaf after all) Sona embraced Olaf with her arms and pulled him into her.

As Olaf’s cock penetrated her wet folds under the dress, her panties barely out of the way, only Olaf made a sound of pleasured relief. Sona had opened her mouth as well and closed her eyes, but she just started to gyrate her hips a bit to get even more of Olaf’s length inside her. He answered her gyrating with humps and thrusts into her.

Soon Olaf was fucking Sona into the door and their eyes locked with each other, as the sounds of slapping flesh echoed through the room.

“You’re being this hot for me, since we start playing, right?” Olaf asked her in a soft grumble.

Sona nodded eagerly.

“Got excited by the fact you’re being watched, while jiggling those tits around?”

Sona nodded again and her eyelids fluttered as Olaf thrusted into her harder than before. The mentioned tits bounced up and down with each of the thrusts.

“You’re gonna show those moves all the people during the concert?” Olaf continued. “Make those tits bounce in front of everyone?”

Sona clasped her fingernails into his neck and her breaths got shorter and shallower.

“Bad girl,” Olaf grunted, slamming his hips up into Sona’s pussy. “Very bad girl. Be a good girl for me, will you? Be a good girl and cum for me…”

Sona’s whole body started to tense up in Olaf’s hands, as her pussy clenched around his cock. Mute, but still powerful, her orgasm surged through her. As Sona came, Olaf couldn’t hold out any longer himself and with a few last deep thrusts, that made Sona twitch briefly, he came inside her.

He stayed inside her for a short moment, enjoying the pleasure of the orgasm, then he pulled away from Sona and a thick glob of seed followed him. His cum ran out of Sona’s pulsing pussy, onto the ground and over her legs, but most of it into her panties, which he hadn’t removed.

“Damn,” Olaf muttered as he looked at the mess he made. “Sorry…”

Sona made a dismissive wave with her hand and just slid down the door, reaching down for her soaked panties. Sitting on the floor, she pulled them off her legs and wiped away some cum from her inner thighs. Then she gave Olaf a happy smile and held the panties towards him.

“For me?” Olaf said, who had pulled up his boxers and trousers again.

Sona nodded and pointed briefly at her, then on his pockets.

“No pockets, got it,” Olaf smiled, took the cum- and pussy-juice-soaked panties from Sona and helped her up from the floor. “You need them back?”

Sona shook her head with a satisfied smile, pulling her dress over her big breasts again.

“Well then, let’s get this thing out there,” Olaf said and got to the leaning keyboard. “And after that a beer or cocktail at the bar?”

Sona nodded and opened the door for him. Olaf shouldered the keyboard and went outside. As he passed Sona, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Olaf smiled and squeezed her briefly.

“I liked that too, Sona.”

Together they walked back to the stage, where Sona hopped on her moving keyboard-vehicle, levitating away, so Olaf could put the stationary keyboard on its legs. As it was done, both went behind the stage again, this time heading to the bar, where nearly all of Pentakill sat together and enjoyed a drink.

And here's a link to the song featured in this chapter. Give it a listen, if you don't know it yet.