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‘Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you.’
The Great City of Demacia…...
She had at least an hour before anyone else came home.
Plenty of time to…to……relieve herself.
Luxanna Crownguard tried not be a sinner.
She tried to be a good girl. She tried to be pure. Just her aunt, brother, priests and teachers taught her to be.
But Jinx made it very hard to stay pure.
The tall beautiful blonde dashed up the main staircase in the Crownguard mansion, checking the schedule on her phone as she did. Lux was done with her university classes for the day but her big brother Garen would still be at work for at least another ninety minutes. And aunt Tianna wouldn’t come home from her government office until it was time for supper and to attend evening worship services. That was perfect really, especially for her plans.
She would sin and then she could pray for forgiveness after.
Even though the huge manse was empty, Lux locked her bedroom door and put a chair under the brass knob. Then she shrugged off her sensible gray flats and unzipped her navy-blue knee-length pencil skirt. The buxom twenty-year-old pushed the garment down her supermodel quality legs and stepped out of it. She folded the skirt and placed it on her desk chair. Lux was wearing opaque tights over her modest white panties. She rolled down her tights and they joined her skirt. The panties stayed on…..it was less sinful that way.
The college student took her tablet off the desk and climbed on her twin bed. Lux fluffed and piled up the throw pillows (turning them around so the embroidered religious verses couldn’t be seen) and laid back on them. She was still wearing her bra and gray sweater, her nipples were already hard little rocks pushing against their polyester prison. The blonde adjusted her blue headband so her silky sun-colored locks wouldn’t fall on her flawless noble visage.
(Which was the face on the posters for the campus celibacy club.)
A hand tipped with clean, plain and short nails (only whores wore polish) picked up a plushie shaped like Galio, Holy Defender of Demacia. There was a slit in his back, she stuck two fingers inside and pulled out a small external hard drive. Lux plugged it into her white tablet, put in the password to open the files and folded the cover stand so the tablet could sit upright on the mattress next to her. Fingers danced quickly across the screen, opening a file and selecting one of the half-dozen videos within. She silently asked God for forgiveness and hit play.
“hey big sis! I’m back from school!”
Lux sucked in her breath sharply as the raspy and playful voice came out of the speakers. She turned her head to the screen as her left hand landed on the fuzzy gray fabric of her sweater. It moved and cupped her breast as the sound of the most beautiful girl in all of Runeterra filled her ears.
The voice of Jinx.
It was a plain and mildly clean bedroom; a cheap motel obviously. The only personal touch that never changed between the rented rooms in the different videos was the ratty old stuffed rabbit that was always played on the bed. But none of that mattered to Lux, what….who mattered skipped on-camera and stole her breath away like she always did.
The girl of her secret (no one must know, no one must know.) dreams was nothing like the prim and proper girls that Lux had been raised around and raised to be. She was small, no more than five-three even though she always started these videos in big clunky brown boots. The young woman (she had no idea how old she was, Jinx was very careful with details about her life despite her online infamy) was scrawny and pale. Her snake belly complexion really made her trashy cloud tattoos standout. She was tattooed all along her right side. Pale blue clouds floated up from her knee to twist around her thigh and hip. They traveled up her torso and shoulder to her neck and down her arm to her wrist. One also wrapped around her right breast; partially covering it like a loving hand.
Lux’s own hand squeezed her D-cup as she groaned and saw Jinx’s perfect little teacups in her mind. They were barely handfuls; perky and pointy. Capped with small pink nipples. They bounced when she fucked and danced (she danced naked in every video) and they were beautiful. Every part of Jinx was beautiful. Her little scraped-up hands with multi-colored chipped nails, her bony shoulders, her pronounced rib cage. The surprisingly supple hips that wrapped around a little ass that always hypnotized Lux as they swayed back and forth on the screen. The blonde loved Jinx’s scabby knees and her dirty feet.
She loved her crooked yellow teeth and high cheekbones. Those giant dark-blue eyes that always danced with lust and mischief. Her insolent little chin and the dark pink-red lips so often twisted in a sneer. The young woman’s face was slightly….off center. Maybe it only appeared that way because she so often cocked her head to the side like an inquisitive bird. Lux loved everything about Jinx but there was one feature she loved most of all. Her hair, those glorious cerulean-blue locks. Jinx’s hair was a shimmering blue wave down her back that ended at her waist. It was so long, it must have been years since she cut it. The bluenette usually were it styled into two long braids secured by mismatched holders and ties. Jinx liked choking her partner with her braids; she liked being choked with them.
Lux had dreams, nightmares that left her wet and confused, of Jinx choking her to death with her braids while her family stood there and watched.
But no braids in this video. Jinx’s hair was done in two loose pigtails with messy pink bows on the sides of her head and she was wearing a white, short-sleeved blouse with a little tie on it. It was matched with a short green and gold checker-pattern skirt that ended above her scabbed knees. The outfit was completed by white knee-high socks. She had switched her usual dark makeup for pink lipstick and light blush.
Jinx was dressed like a schoolgirl.
She looked like the girls at Lux’s old high school; the girls she never allowed herself to (touch-touch-touch) look at. The blonde beauty’s other hand was on her tennis-toned stomach and it began to creep down to her white panties. There was already a growing damp spot on the center of the underwear.
“Hey there little sis, no detention today?”
This voice was huskier; smoky and sexy in a more direct way than Jinx’s and it heralded the appearance of her scene partner. The same one in all the underground videos Lux had found so far on the dark Hexnet.
They couldn’t be sisters.
She was taller than Jinx, not by much though. But much thicker, all those muscles! Lux had seen her naked body many times and the redhead was carved out of marble. Her name was Vi and she must live at gym or something. Where Jinx was lithe, she was solid. Thick thighs and a six-pack stomach that you could iron a shirt on. The woman’s arms and shoulders were sculpted masterpieces; Lux loved when Jinx had her flex and do muscle poses in the nude.
Vi had larger and heavy tits than Jinx. C-cups with puffy brown nipples that had barbells through them. The woman loved piercings. She also had multiple studs and cuffs in each ear and in her cute little nose. (So much like Jinx’s. Could it be? Could it really be?) Her left nostril and bottom lip each had a ring through them, they caged a tongue with a stud in the center. Most tantalizing was the piercing nestled in the center of that firecrotch. Vi had a thick and curly brush of red pubic hair over her cunt. Her meaty lips were almost red as the cherry locks surrounding them but the real prize was her great big clit with a vertical hood piercing, a curved barbell through the glans.
The muscular redhead also had large hands, the blonde university student quite enjoyed watching her thick fingers plunge in and out the smaller bluenette. Vi had hard and scarred knuckles, like she had been in a lot of fights. Her brother Garen was big and strong but Vi looked tough. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t beautiful, just in a different way than Jinx. The redhead had striking features like her (sister????) scene partner. A proud chin, knife-like cheekbones and a pair of brilliant blue eyes just a few shades lighter than Jinx’s. Lux’s favorite feature of hers also started on her face. Those beautiful tattoos! First off was a small ‘VI’ stenciled underneath her left eye. Then the next one was a black gear cog on her neck which flowed in into the full glorious back piece. Vi’s broad shoulders and muscular back was covered in in what Lux learned after some Hexnet research was called Zaunite CogPunk design. That and the way they spoke (the studious blonde watched a bunch of RuneTube tutorials about Undercity accents) led Lux to believe they came from Lanes district.
Not that she was obsessed or anything.
Or trying to find them or anything like that.
Lux had never left Demacia before……she was just interested in other cultures.
Cultures that produced such illustrated beauties like Vi and her sister. The redhead’s ink was elaborate; a wondrous example of native art. An industrial system of gears, pipes and cogs that stretched across her upper back, shoulders and down the backs of her arms to the wrists. The pistons moved with her muscles, making her seem as strong as steel herself. The cogs turned with each flex. Art that spoke of power, strength, resilience and…...love. the machines on her back and biceps steamed with smoke, clouds that were identical to the ones tattooed on Jinx’s side.
They loved each other so much, it took Lux’s breath away. She was wished she had that sort of love and freedom.
They couldn’t really be sisters. It was all just an act and that meant it wasn’t a sin. Well, she was committing the sins of onanism, homosexuality, lust, coveting and lying (she had promised total celibacy at the club). But all that could be covered by extra prayers in church and at bedtime. But it wasn’t a mortal sin because it wasn’t really incest.
Was it?
“Nah, no detention! I was a good girl today!”
Jinx’s voice hurried Lux’s hand to her panty-covered crotch as the blue-haired girl flicked her hips and sashayed closer to Vi. The taller redhead was also wearing a mock school uniform. The ill-fitting dark blue blazer and black slacks were probably from some thrift store; it was supposed to be a boy’s uniform but it wasn’t as complete as Jinx’s. She had no shirt on under the jacket and her tie was a clip-on that was attached to the black leather dog collar she wore in every video. It had shiny silver squares on it and a I.D. tag on slapped like a cartoon bomb. Lux knew from careful examination of screenshots that the tag said ‘property of Jinx’ on it.
This was a dynamic between them. There was a term for it; a subculture with its own lexicon that Lux had discovered while perusing certain websites with a VPN. Vi was older, bigger and stronger than Jinx but the bluenette was the one in charge. Because she was a top and Vi was a sub. That meant Vi had to do whatever Jinx said and she could never say no. And oh, the smaller girl was so mean. She slapped, pinched, scratched and bit the redhead viciously, often until the bruiser wept….with joy.
Lux wished Jinx would make her weep.
“Since I was a good girl today, I think I deserve a reward……a kiss from my big sis!”
Jinx’s raspy and lust-filled voice made Lux’s hand complete its journey to her crotch. Her two middle fingers began to stroke of the front of her panties as Jinx pressed herself against Vi and brought her small hands up the blazer’s lapels. The bigger woman put a look of faux-apprehension on her face and held up her own hands in a placating gesture.
“But Jinx, we promised we’d stop! It’s like…...wrong!”
The bluenette just giggled and pushed the blazer off of Vi’s broad shoulders, exposing her heavy breasts and dog collar. The other woman moaned as Jinx cupped her tits and rubbed her pierced nipples with her thumbs. She smirked at the now-blissful expression on Vi’s face as she mauled her tits.
“Wrong? Well, if it’s wrong, then stop me. You want to me to stop bitch?” Jinx viciously twisted her sister’s nipples and Vi arched her back and howled.
“NO! PLEASE DON’T STOP!”
“Then shut the fuck up and give me my kiss!”
Jinx’s right hand slid up to the collar and she hooked a couple fingers inside and she yanked her face down to hers. Their lips smashed together as Jinx turned them slightly so the camera could fully capture their mouths working and opening. Lux’s hand moved up and down, she began to rub her cotton-covered pussy as her unblinking blue eyes watched their tongues roll over each other. The blonde bit her bottom lip as Vi reached around Jinx and cupped her ass with both hands. She started to rub harder as the redhead lifted her skirt, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“I want another reward! On the bed now, big sister bitch!”
The topless responded automatically to Jinx’s barked command. She scrambled onto the motel bed and laid on her back, head toward the camera. The blue-haired girl climbed on top of her, planting a knee on each side of her head. Jinx lifted her skirt, revealing a dripping cunt surrounded by unruly blue pubic hair. She lowered herself on the pierced tongue waving in the air with a happy sigh.
“Time to put that fat tongue to work!”
Lux’s hand moved at a steady pace. She wanted to last to the of end of the thirty-eight minutes and seventeen-seconds long video. Her panties were soaked less than ten minutes in as they ripped their clothes off and switched to a ‘69’ position. She rode the ebbs and flows of the mounting pleasure inside, imagining it like riding a kayak through raging rivers waters without getting flipped over. It was hard as she watched Vi lap at her sister’s (are they really???) pussy and it got super-duper hard when Jinx put redhead on her hands and knees, ass up, and fingered both her holes without mercy as the muscular woman orgasmed and cried into the bedspread.
The blonde had stop to touching herself completely for fear of a premature tidal wave when Jinx got the ‘Fat-Hands treatment’ where the bluenette grabbed both her ankles and held them to her ears while Vi stuck her entire hand in her cunt. Lux’s own center was screaming for release but she wanted to wait until the last part. The best part, the most sinful part.
“Gee, I bet my big sis is thirsty from all that licking and fisting! You thirsty, girl? Want a treat of your own?”
“Yes Jinx!”
The sweaty, naked girl dragged Vi off bed by the collar, ripping the camera off the tripod and then dog-walked her into the bathroom. Jinx put the camera on the sink counter as Vi opened the shower stall door and got on her knees inside it. Jinx joined in her in the stall, the redhead leaned her head back and opened her mouth as Jinx put one foot on the shower’s grab bar and one hand on the door frame. Calling out in a happy sing-song tone as she angled her cunt over her sister’s open mouth.
“Here it comes slut and you better swallow every drop!”
Lux ripped her panties to the side and plunged three fingers into the inferno of her blonde pussy as Jinx began to piss into her Vi’s mouth. Pumping as fast she could, her orgasm exploding as Vi gulped and swallowed. The prim and proper young noblewoman shrieked as she came in her empty house, imagining it was her receiving a golden shower and tasting Jinx on her tongue.
“AAAAAAAAAAA………”
Oh! Oh! Such sin! Luxanna Crownguard writhed on her fingers and wished for a different life. One where her aunt wasn’t furiously trying to arrange a ‘lunch date’ with Prince Jarvan for her; but one where a skinny girl from Zaun was pissing in her mouth and telling her what a bad girl she was.
The young Demacian wandered if she would ever be happy…….
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