❝Times must've changed since I got stuffed into that box. S'pecially Piltover.❞

❝Scissors is doing well, might be overexerting herself though. Gotta' appreciate the dedication but maybe a break is in order for her. ... Does she even eat?❞

❝One m-... No! I'm not puttin' you in time-out. You've done nothin' but good for us and I just don't want a star like you to burn out so soon. The Mist ain't gonna' win if you take a day off, y'know. Sentinels are made of sterner stuff than that.❞

Appeasing beings who wield the light as naturally as they breathe wasn't an easy task. Thankfully they were able to reach an accord to buy their assistance against the Mist. ... What goes on during those ambassadorial meetings behind locked doors is a mystery, even to Lucian...

|| Senna is the reverse. She's only 5'7 and 120 lbs!

A finished scouting mission. Reports reviewed and the borders controlled. A busy day for the Sentinels' leader, not to mention stressful. Trending to that stress nightly is one of the few reprieves she looks forward to, behind those closed doors...

❝... You gonna' come in, or just stand there with a heavy jaw?❞

A little tackle certainly wasn't what Senna was expecting from the idol, but she certainly wasn't complaining. As they collided down to the bed, Senna's hands immediately held the popstar, lavishing in how soft and smooth she felt... So much different from Lucian...

If one were to ask Senna why she requested these meetings with the popstar, 'musical tastes' would be the answer. A lie. She decided Seraphine deserved somewhat of a show and arched her back, sticking that voluptuous, ebony derriere up and against Seraphine's impending shaft.

A low and deep groan resonated from Senna's chest as that blow landed, jiggling waves echoing out across the dark pillows from the impact. She hated this part, but then why did her heart race every time it came to this? ❝... Can you slide that fuckin' monster in me.. Please?❞

❝Every Noxian I meet always talks the big talk... you better be able to walk the walk.❞ Even as Senna was deriding Darius, her eyes never left the pendulous sway of that imprisoned meat. She could feel her flesh begin to heat, and desires began to surface...

That thumb alone sent Senna's face into a bundle of sheets, if only to hide the moan that it illicited. She turned her head and spoke clearly, grinding her ass against that stick to aid her plea. ❝L- Like I give a damn about him right now! I just need /your/ dick, Seraphine!❞

❝I'm already buttered up, Lumen. You don't gotta' compliment me so much-.❞ As she said that, her hands dropped from her palmable, soft chest, piercings glimmered in the light, capping each nipple with a small barbell of gold. ❝... Maybe a few more wouldn't hurt.❞

Senna has five piercings.

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨...

❝𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴'𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧... ... 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨.❞

𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥... ...𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨.

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