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Coming at you live
Real real wild
Here to light it up
Set the world on fire
Gonna break rules and hearts in twos
'Cause that's what the baddest do
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@Decadent Sinfonietta ​

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ѕαмιяα

Who was Samira?

That was the wrong question to ask - what was Samira was a much more fitting question. And the answer was just as pretentious as that sentence.

Daredevil. Influencer. Internet sensation and more. Got a cult-like following to her stream, youtube, instagram…you name it, she front-paged it.

So, it made absolute sense that she would have gotten a personal invitation to the KDA house for their relaunch. Well, the invite wasn’t framed like that, but she could certainly read between the lines. One might think that the one-hit wonder girl group didn’t need more publicity, having been public darlings despite having not released any new tracks, but… That pink little heart notwithstanding, Ahri did have a reputation for being thorough. As thorough as that dab of perfume on that cute papier-mâché card bearing a signature just as elaborate as hers. She even recognized the perfume - own several bottles of it, actually. Charmed. Ah, she could definitely vibe with that entrepreneurial spirit alright. Ahri wanted a springboard. Wanted something more than flashing cameras and paparazzi. Wanted a reach that the traditional red carpet did not offer--

And Samira? Well if Samira weren’t open to new adventures, didn’t film herself skydiving unstrapped, bungee jumping but gripping the rope instead of having it tied around her waist, she wouldn’t be where she was today. That was to say, oh yeah, she was definitely interested in seeing where this was gonna go. More than happy to film a private ‘behind the scenes’ for her devoted fans. A definite win-win, and more importantly, a favor she was keen on cashing out at the end of this little session.

So obviously she showed up at the promised time, armed with a perfectly practiced smile and her trusty smartphone. Could afford something better for sure, but liked sticking to her roots (not that her viewers ever complained). Her appearance was immaculate as always. Hair that permanent ‘sex-tousled’ in the front, held in a loose braid trailing down her chest. Form-fitting black vest, only nothing quite so basic - this one has got all the bells and whistles. Solid-stand collar, custom-designed zipper, the personally embossed ‘S’ over her heart and the microphone pinned into the asymmetrical front pocket. The cut on that thing made it very obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath. And obviously, the vest showed off the full sleeves on both arms and the toned musculature they highlighted. Flashy belt, with the same symbol as the buckle - hey, she was the living embodiment of her brand, and had to sell products, ok? - and a pair of more subdued but equally plastered on pants to top it off. Combat boots. Because her fans dug that bad girl aesthetic, and she did always aim to please.

The door opened, and before her would-be-hostess could get a word in edgewise, she was already crossing the threshold like she owned the space. “Hey gorgeous! Thanks for the invite, and welcome to the Wild Rush.” Squeezed herself right next to her host, phone held high and horizontal, to capture a nice flattering shot of both herself and Ahri, as well as bits and pieces of the room behind. This was agreed upon, of course. She had a stream to entertain, and Ahri was entertaining just by existing.

“Alright boys and girls, so on today’s show, we got the leader of KDA, Foxy, with us. Say hi to her!” Not that the rapidly scrolling chatbox could actually be read, with just how fast it went. Oh yeah, her fans were hyped for this episode. “So as you know, we are doing a charity stream today. Type !charity in chat for additional details. 'Cause ya girl definitely got a show planned for you, read up on what hitting donation goals unlock now, ya?” And, turning her attention to her ‘co-host’ of sorts, she grinned a grin that was the definition of wicked. “Got anything to say to my stream, Foxy?”​

 

[Decadent Sinfonietta]

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Ahri ♡

She needed no introduction.

Millions of musicians. Thousands of artists. Hundreds on the billboard. Every stratum casting aside the unworthy without remorse; each tier an increasingly ruthless arena abolishing the mediocre from its ranks. A tempestuous clash of aspirations, passion, and greed nourished by a steady stream of fresh, eternally voracious aspirants.

She strode through this battle royale triumphant. It wasn’t until she reached the zenith that she, a pristine center stone set upon a standardized crown bezel, recognized the industry for what it was. The vicious sieve naught but a production line for inane, meaningless drivel optimized for the lowest common denominator.

Sure, some occasional confluence of circumstance wrought some group set to, as sensationalized by reporters and investors alike, disrupt the industry. Regardless of the weight multigenerational wealth brought to bear behind their chosen. Despite the great potential of meticulously crafted rosters. No matter how prodigious the talent itself... It was never long before all that flavor collapsed into some sanitized embellishment upon the same, soulless bubblegum pop- succumbing to the unrelenting burden of compromise. Layer upon layer of external pressure; uncaring polish and poor faceting stripping the final product to no more than a parody of its once glimmering potential.

What the other girl groups and bands lacked was a simple, critical ingredient. Merely having the constituent parts; high quality ingredients, a dash of culinary talent, a flair for plating, or even the perfection of any individual dish is sufficient for but a single star. It is one’s unerring vision that separates that from a magnum opus. A Virtuoso’s inviolable presence for whom all others fall in line. Whereas her vision resonated and seduced the girls for her little venture, it was her supremely inequitable distribution of talent that allowed her to serve as their Northern Star. Offering some time away from the studio to birth her own conservatory fanatically dedicated to their shared vision.

She needed no diadem for her coronation as the world heard her song. Their song. The seas of adoring fans, the kindling flame of those who wished to sing on her stage. The musings of a starry eyed songstress daydreaming in class.

There was no command given. No request made, and yet, even still.

All eyes were on her.

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The brazen intrusion into her realm induced a flutter of long, strawberry kissed blonde hair; envy incarnate for entire marketing departments devoted to replicating the sight. Dispersing a generous dose of Ahri’s personal fragrance as the woman passed- the refreshing top note masked by the very Autumn breeze that dispersed it.

“Ah~”

The flush adorning her cheeks implied something more salacious. Full lips embellished with a playful shade of blush parting in a surprised gasp for the camera in an motion guilty of the same crime. The already suggestive act further sexualized by a sinful splash of glossy lavender. Contrasting the painted skin from streams of luxurious blonde intent on guiding one’s gaze from the periphery. A glimmer of champaign tempered by shadow pulled taut about the Vixen’s neck. The journey south pausing for but a breath upon the cerise heart enshrined within a 14” riviere. Each progressive layered princess necklace a chain of delicate cream overlaid upon a porcelain canvas; the nadir of the furthest link incidentally where strawberry blonde gave way to sleek rose. Delicate straps hinted at an already salacious neckline only for the mulberry silk to instead follow and caress her voluptuous mounds- the slightly elastic properties of her dress finally offered some reprieve as the material kissed ever slightly below her breasts. The laced straps further accentuating the buxom display was made even more erotic as they tantalizingly bit into her skin; the opulent material straining against her curvaceous form.

Ahri crosses her thumb and index fingers; long lashes fluttering ever slightly- a blunt reminder to Instagram influencers that their careers persisted solely because that particular vapid ideal held no appeal to the fox.

“Annyeong!”

There wasn't a single room in the house that didn’t have excellent acoustics. Her rich voice bordering on sultry. The middle note was subliminal registered, if not acknowledged by her guest; the scent making even such a simple, friendly act seem far more intimate.

She tilts her head as if to lean into the streamer’s shoulder, consenting to remain but a trophy on Samira’s stream- an image of perfection all but hanging off the woman’s arm. Eyes contracting for no more than a handful of frames during that picturesque moment. Not even her vulpine gaze could actually digest the contents of cascading down the backlit rectangle, but a quick comparison of the message rate confirmed her theory.

Ahri turns towards her guest.

To some, the way she was forced to look up to Samira demonstrated an endearing shyness as per some loose understanding of Eastern cultural norms.

To others, the height difference combined with the fox’s flirtatious energy made it easy to construe as a submissive gesture.

To Samira, it likely bordered on exhibitionistic. Was it the ephemeral eye contact that provided an opportunity to appreciate the seductress’ provocative form? Perhaps it was that the base note of her fragrance seemed infused with a subtle yet inexplicable heat. Beyond sensuality, there was also a hint of something else. It wouldn’t take bestial instincts to recognize either that the Queen was challenging her or that fox planned to ruthlessly push her advantage. The way those luscious lips curved into a smile. No… it was clear from Samira’s point of view that it was more akin to a smirk.

As Ahri returned her attention to the camera, she gracefully stepped past the boundaries that governed streamer-viewer relations. Taking the idea of making love to the camera one step further as her tail teasingly flickered from one side to the other. Mesmerizing cerulean orbs staring directly into their mechanical counterpart.

“Hello my little devils~”

The Kumiho virtually transcended time and space as she seemed to validate the most parasocial of her viewers. Discarding the thousands of others watching… casting aside the video, the stream, and even Samira herself; threading the needle and speaking directly to you, and only you~ my dearest @ your_username ~

“Mmn…~”

She allowed herself some satisfaction as a torrent of donations spilled across the screen before returning to the matter at hand. Ahri slowly spun about the bristling stem of her little Desert Rose as if starring in a burlesque; erotically trailing the tip of her fingers along some of those ever prickling thorns. Pursing her lips as she blew a kiss.

Mwah ♡

The click of stilettos ceased nearly as soon as they came, the fox tossing her hair as she glanced over her shoulder. Half lidded eyes staring intently towards her guest as she raises her arm. Palm up, fingers outstretched - lingering just long enough for one to consciously register that they might have been holding their breath… before beckoning towards her guest. Hardly bothering to veil the energy of a temptress extending an invitation to her boudoir.

“Come along now~ dongsaeng~”

The confident visage wavered but for a moment.

“Ah...~”

The fox’s tail flickering into many in an ever hypnotic array.

“Lets not keep your fans waiting~”

The numerous fluffy lengths merged back into one. Drawing attention to the tail disappearing under the hem of a dress clearly intended to already cling sinfully tight to Ahri's thighs served a natural successor to such a lewd sound. Hearts were swayed even through a haphazardly reassembled stream of data filtered through layers upon layers of encoding and compression. One could only imagine the consequences of challenging a Kumiho so intimately with no such protection.
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ѕαмιяα

Being in Ahri’s presence was…distracting.

It was her looks - like damn, pretty was pretty after a while and yet, somehow, Ahri could put all the other pretty girls to shame. That signature ‘charm’ gesture, memorialized across hundreds of thousands of posters and other merchandise, hit quite different up close and personal like this. It was her demeanor - Ahri owned the space. Between the two of them, Samira was doubtlessly more forward, more vivacious, burning so brightly and so forcefully that it was impossible to question the potency of her commanding presence. And yet, between the two of them, it was now Ahri that her stream was hyping up. To Samira’s irritation, she actually had to tap a few buttons on her phone to manually restrict her chat’s refresh rate, because the text was flying by so fast that not only was it completely impossible to read, the rapid influx of pixels was starting to hurt her eye. Which, considering how many hours a day she spent staring at those scrolling lines, was quite the feat.

Her irritation wasn’t directed at Ahri though. It simply was not humanly possible when those sensuous tones caressed her ears. Samira wasn’t aware she had a voice kink. Was pretty sure she didn’t, but Ahri was seriously making her doubt herself. Or maybe it was that scent. Substantially similar to the notes left behind on the personalized card, yet different. Couldn’t put her fingers on the difference just yet, only to note that whatever it was, she absolutely could not resist it. Enraptured. Besotted. There weren’t enough words in the English language to describe how she felt at that moment. Because Samira, for all of her accomplishments, for all of her bravado and that take-charge attitude, was only a human. And no human could rightfully resist the Kumiho when Ahri didn’t want to be resisted.

Her phone trilled - that signature concerto of triple-layered violin, viola, and cello cutting through her silence. A simple, aggressively paced chord, tension and hype interwoven. Small-scale, but no less decadent for want of scale, a proper sinfonietta, one might say. She glanced at her phone, because damn, she almost forgot to interact with her chat, and she never forgot to interact with her chat. That singular glance made her brow shoot up though. What the…

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Instant regret, that was what, for not setting her donation goals higher. Her chat literally just reached the first donation goal - the twenty-five percent mark - from Ahri introducing herself and doing a little twirl? What was this woman, vixen, whatever. Crack?

Ah well, Samira was an entertainer, and a fast typer. Meaning, in the few seconds it took Ahri to taunt her with bits of Korean - little sister?? - she already had a strawpoll up and running.

“Good job guys!” She panned the camera back to herself, flashing a thumbs-up and a high-spirited smile, before lowering her voice. “That’s my little devils alright, ya all some thirsty mofos, and hey, I wouldn’t want you guys to be any other way.” Definitely not how most streamers interacted with their chat, no, but Samira had never been the conventional sort.

“Anyhow,” barely above a whisper now, letting Ahri outpace her a few steps to create the illusion of secrecy, hyping her chat up as if they were her co-conspirators. In reality, all of this was very much scripted and agreed upon between her and her co-host ahead of time, because Samira was a businesswoman above all else, and knew better than to burn any bridges. But her chat lived for the thrill, and Samira excelled in marketing just that. “So for hitting our first goal for the day, what we are gonna do is…” leaned nice and close to the camera, only to snap back and to make that universal hush gesture with her index pressed to her lips. “No spoilers.” That was just for effects though. The results were already piling in from the strawpoll, and there was a clear winner.

Then, after panning the camera over the entire K/DA house to ensure that her fans got a good view, she put her longer stride to good use and caught up to Ahri in a few quick steps. “Alright, unnie,” a laugh, because she sure thought she was hilarious with that one. And honestly, it was pretty funny. Height gap notwithstanding, Ahri certainly looked younger. But hey, Samira could play along. “Your presence is apparently so inspiring that my little devils,” emphasized that pronoun, she did, a petty squabble, “have already hit our first goal post, which means…”

Circled in front of Ahri again, held her phone lengthwise this time to make sure her audience had a spectacular view, before zooming in on Ahri’s charming visage. “I just gotta ask, who’s got a higher body count, you or Evelynn? And don’t say you don’t know, the two of you must have compared before.” Inappropriate questions. That was first up on the agenda.
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αкαℓι

That was close.

Too close.

Her jacket was still on the sofa, though it didn’t make it into the picture from Samira’s quick pan.

Because like, what the fuck.

This was her precious day off. Haven’t had one of those in the past couple weeks since things began to ramp up. Mostly Evelynn things and Ahri things - spreadsheets, numbers, outreach and sponsors and venues? Akali would not lie; those two were intense. Her and Kai’sa though? They were pretty much just chilling, most of the time. Well, Kai’sa was intense when it came to choreography, a veritable showstopper on the dance floor, in fact. And Akali has certainly got her niche too. But they were definitely the babies where Evelynn and Ahri were concerned, and honestly, she liked it just fine like that. Liked to spit bars, liked to do her own thing, didn’t like responsibility all that much.

On this beautiful autumn day, she had kicked back in the main living area. Legs propped up on the coffee table, ankles crossed, her toned and lithe legs on full display… Not all that long though. Pretty long, proportionally anyway. But she was definitely the shortest in the house, something Evelynn in particular never allowed her to live down. But she didn’t need height to spit fire! Or to vibe. Which she had very much been doing, clad in an opaque black camisole that showed off her well-muscled midriff (want abs? Take up breakdancing), shorts just barely long enough to be considered decent, and an oversized jacket that was very comfortable, and that she no longer had.

Why? Because Evelynn.

Seriously, just add ‘Evelynn’ as an answer to any multiple choice question about Akali’s life, and you would probably get at least a passing grade. Snatched her tablet away, smirking all the while. Plucked it right up and tabbed out of that riveting game she was playing, some Gacha trash with waifus, held it high enough that Akali couldn’t reach it. Bully. Before handing it back and…

Samira’s stream? Sure, Akali was familiar. Wasn’t all that into watching streamers by and large, but she certainly tuned in here and there, especially the episodes where Samira lived up to her nickname and performed all sorts of daredevilry. But why would she want to watch Samira rub elbows with Ahri though? Not a slight at their glorious leader of course, but Ahri loved rubbing elbows. Ahri was amazing at rubbing elbows (among other things). Akali just wanted to go back to her Genshin waifus…

Besides, what were those little suspicious looking squares flanking either side of the stream? And what was with those lines? All flat and boring like that, and pink, times three. Pink was not her favorite color.

When in doubt, look at Evelynn. Look at Evelynn and raise that adorably serrated brow and pout. She was not whipped. Just…resourceful!​

 

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Ahri ♡

The way that pink mist permeated her lungs. The speed at which it infiltrated the bloodstream and slipped through the blood-brain barrier. Clandestine acts of sabotage as her little envoys seduced naive symporters all across the membrane with ruthless efficiency. It was not a conscious act. Neither was the consequence of basking in her presence a result of the Kumiho directly manipulating such delicate chemical balances. Yet, the stage was ever immaculately set.

A soft shimmer, a property of that from which her dress was artisanally crafted, spotlighted every subtle action… highlighted every minute movement. Every breath accentuating the bountiful mounds pressed erotically up and together ever so invitingly. The means by which she trivially flooded the mind with dopamine was testament to her lineage.

"Mmmn…~"

Ahri suppressed her natural inclination to push her guest further; drinking in the image presented before her. The natural response to her charm almost imperceptibly blossoming upon those cheeks. Predatory eyes lingering on the collarbone as Ahri gently pressed her tongue against one of her canines. The definition of those perfectly sculpted shoulders… the way those muscles flexed so casually as Samira interacted with her chat. The fox tore her gaze away just before it dipped low enough to check for any other physiological responses.

"Ah…~"

She offered her guest a little pout as she maneuvered to the pillar from which Samira was sure to continue her little tour. But, this particular song and dance was one she could perform with her eyes closed. Eyelashes fluttering as a hidden crescendo directed her musings. Slowing to a deliberate saunter. The glint of champaign pulling taut upon her creamy skin. That tantalizing band of flesh between the hem of her skirt and a delicate garter sitting well above mid thigh.

Unnie…

She allowed herself to savor the word a moment longer. She had to admit, she enjoyed quite a wide range of delicacies. It was an innocent word, perhaps not in this context, but the symphony dedicated exclusively for her continued to dominate her thoughts. The sultry vixen raising her hand; letting her fingers come to rest upon her features. A somatic component to keep her audience engaged as Samira dutifully makes her way through their little script

“Mmmn…~ “

She allowed the silent respite just long enough for one's mind to wander… to try and recall whether there was another interview from the idol where Ahri seemed not arrogantly seated on her throne, but draped upon it.

“A higher body count…”

Black rimmed shadows unveiled those enchanting blue orbs. Releasing Samira as she turned to address that mechanical iris once more.

“I suppose Evelynn would have to come out on top there~”

Fingers caught her painted lips as those digits slipped from her cheek. That fleeting moment in which her lips were coaxed apart beyond any mere tease; a transitory wink just before that smirk returned to her visage. Anticipation mounting to the click of stiletto heels.

“I tend to prefer repeat clientele.”

She made her way past Samira; long strands of hair fluttering together with that ever expressive tail. Another dose of her alluring scent as her fingers catch upon a luxurious leather arm. A hint of nail as she made her way onto the back… drawing a small, seductive circle as her digits found an oh so familiar jacket- one still warm to the touch. That playfully seductive look seemingly a permanent fixture as she tenses. Fingertips digging into the couch for a moment longer before she pulls away.

“Coming… ?”

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“That wasn’t so hard, was it, Darling?”

Heavy, black mist fought against its banishment from our realm. Ribbons of darkness wrapping about that ever irresistibly carnal form.

"Mmmn…~"

A rich, almost decadent endorsement of the way those shadows caressed her body. An indigo, satiny mantle; a piece of lingerie masquerading as something more decent hanging loosely upon her voluptuous frame- a stark contrast with the rose bodice teased beneath that mockery of decency. One obviously sourced from the very same master craftsman as the outfit displayed so prominently upon that which Akali was transfixed.

No part of the robe, save for perhaps that lengthy ribbon yet undone, could dream of a reunion across even Evelynn's corseted waist; much less conceal the creamy orbs so arrogantly proving that her bustier was not simply painted on. The diva draped herself over the girl's shoulders. Left hand idly toying with that silver chain. Pulling just enough to evoke memories of something far more depraved. Teeth teasingly grazing upon exposed neck… Slowly trailing up and to the right until her breath warmed Akali's ear. The lead vocalist's voice dripping with arousal.

“Now then…~"

Shadows erupted once more around the pair, a flattened lasher curling around one of Akali's legs- insistently parting the girl's thighs ever so slightly. Free hand trailing from the girl's toned, exposed midriff down. Two clawed digits tracing her little pet's abs… scratching, but never breaking skin. Proving to be no more than a shadowy replication that dulled the closer they got to the band of those comfortable, yet tight shorts.

The flutter of papers as a second lasher dangles several pieces of parchment in the periphery of Akali's vision. The diva carefully keeping them positioned in such a way that Akali would not be able to parse any information before Evelynn might start rustling the documents. Molten orbs lazily doing what those amethysts could not.

"Five minutes… bedrooms over there… thats the Foyer…"

Evelynn purrs the words; choosing to vocalize just enough to pique the girl's interest… barely enough to distract without actually telling her anything she didn't already know.

"Ah, of course…~"

The diva's voice somehow ever as rich even while just barely above a whisper. A single slender digit venturing from the band of Akali's shorts… slowly tracing Akali's… mmm~ physiological response.

"Poor"

A second digit joining the first as she follows the outline back up…

"little"

Palming the head through the material, previously something that might even be considered comfortable, before those digits have a chance to reach the apex once more.

"thing."

Brazenly provocative with her word choice, she derived every bit as much pleasure in watching her oldest, closest friend squirm on camera as she did the way her little pet rose to meet her challenge.

"Ah…~ Not yet…~"

The words remained playful; yet a certain power had clearly been etched into her words. Whether experience or merely a person's natural response to a primordial, unknowable entity, Evelynn would have her game. Her palm kept the blade sealed within its cotton sheath- offering warmth while denying it freedom. Middle and index fingers drawing ever smaller circles… tracing a throbbing embroidery upon a hilt still restrained.

"I want two lewd… little… moans…~"

She gripped the length through its scabbard; a soft thud as those chains were released. A single finger placed upon Akali's lips.

"Not from you, Darling. Eager, aren't we…~"

The woman returns to her slow, teasing circles… free hand making its way down Akali's arm- placing her hand on top of the girl's. Shadowy tendrils connecting one wrist to the other. Raising Akali's hand in a way not unsimilar to a marionette. Dispelling the magic as soon as an ephemeral capacitor is formed; the mounting voltage peaking for but a fraction of a second.

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Mmmn…~ ♡

That subtle flutter of her tails… the way her elegant movements suffered from a near imperceptible delay. There was something uncanny about it…~ Something just a little… bit… off. The way her lashes fluttered mid sentence. She was truly a professional. Maintaining composure even as that little egg hums away. As those rotors redoubled their efforts. Sexualizing… No… Contextualizing every labored breath. Every teasing moan. A sensual performance performed in public, but commissioned by… and dedicated exclusively to the pair now tucked away behind the kitchen island.

"That's one…~"

Evelynn lets her fingers fall from the girl's lips, tempted as she was to plunge them inside. A time and place for everything, after all. She remained careful not to neglect the rousing tiger; pouring on affection as a sentient parallel to those tormenting her friend separated but by a room.

"Now get to work, Darling."
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αкαℓι

Her dog tags were not a leash! Absolutely no parallels to be drawn there. They were just innocent fashion accessories. Casual, nondescript. Much like Akali herself, her preferred clothing was less dressy than any of her group members. Sure, she would put on an appropriately flashy jacket on stage, accessorize with bits and pieces of something shiny to remain cohesive with the other three. But in her down time, she was much more of a hoodie or crop top sort of gal, and, other than a whole collection of one-of-a-kind baseball caps and obnoxiously thick-soled sneakers (sensitive about her height, who, Akali? Never), preferred muted colors, or, better yet, all black. Black was just the best color. Perfect for blending into the shadow, for hiding bloodstains, for everything and anything a ninja could wish or want! Except hiding erections apparently.

“Eve,” she complained, breath hitching from the scrape of teeth against her throat. Her spine tightened at the pressure around her leg, parting them entirely subconsciously. So well behaved - well trained, rather - that if any of her old dojomates might see her today, their jaws would likely drop. Drop and laugh hysterically. Because Akali, well-behaved? That was almost like pointing at a tiger and insisting that it was a house cat. “Eve,” she complained again, louder this time, abs clenching to try to escape the teasing nails to no avail. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the attention, far from, but there was a time and place for everything, and last time she checked, Ahri’s tour with Samira absolutely included the kitchen. But that was probably the point.

“You can’t be serious right now,” more of a whine to her voice this time, fingers digging into the kitchen island to sate her desire for holding onto something. Would have much preferred to sink them into the plush of hips, to position Evelynn into a lewder version of Akali’s current position, rear high and back dimpled, perfect for rutting her libidinous arousal against and into. But last time she tried to manhandle Evelynn like that, she ended up having to skip dance practice for three days straight. You know what it was they said about encounters with snakes. Once bitten, twice shy. And Evelynn was definitely one of those, the big, python-y kind, with how she couldn't seem to stop trying to wrap herself around Akali and all that.

Akali was far from innocent, definitely the ‘bad girl’ in most of her past relationships. But Akali was also human (mostly), and going toe to toe with a shadow demon of undetermined origins was not something any human could accomplish. Not for lack of trying. Trust, she had tried. Multiple times. And those attempts usually ended up with her favoring silk undergarments for the few ensuing days from how raw her definitely not so little friend ended up.

This was a dangerous game Evelynn was playing. Akali could see the appeal; hell, she was as much an adrenaline junkie as Samira was, just less extreme sports and more street style. Parkour, breakdance, rap battles and even the occasional fist/knife fight. That was practically her entire lifestyle. Still was, some of the time, but with more disguises involved. Fame was such an annoyance sometimes. Speaking of fame, she had enough of that already, definitely didn’t plan on becoming internet-famous by getting caught in such a compromising position on the stream of the most popular streamer there was.

“I can’t believe you are dragging me into a kinky wager between you and Ahri.” Grumble. But much of the impact of her attempted grumpiness was lost when she moaned in spite of herself, bucking her hips forward into those unfairly talented digits, urging a firmer grip. Evelynn was such a bloody tease. As far as Akali was concerned - fuck, or gtfo, was all this foreplay really necessary? Knew better than voicing that out loud though. Would like to walk tomorrow, thanks.

And so, dutifully, she turned her attention back to her tablet. Back to the stream. Messing around with the settings and assessing the results. Bit like splicing beats, actually, which meant that she was a very quick study. And besides, she thought with a bit of cattiness, Ahri was doubtlessly in on this, which meant she deserved the ringer Akali intended on putting her through. (Not that she had a choice. Fucking Thanks, Evelynn!)​

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ѕαмιяα

So, maybe she didn’t realize it immediately, but Samira was pretty sure she got the memo. Beyond the fact that she already very much already had sex on her mind - hey, it wasn’t her fault, this was Ahri after all - she would be lying to claim that she hadn’t tried this sort of thing before. Getting a blowjob on stream? Been there, done that, didn’t even get caught. Because she was that good (and because she cut that particular stream short).

That option wasn’t available to Ahri though.

Samira grinned, the singular eye narrowing with predatory intent as she tailed Ahri’s tails that much closer. Catching - and identifying - the scent now. Sent a rush right through her, and she postured in kind. Rolled her shoulders back, emphasizing the strength of her build and the alluring contours of her collarbones and the valley of her breasts beneath. Licked her lips, and reached a hand down to adjust herself when Ahri wasn’t watching. Definitely a bit more than a semi just from the knowledge alone. So those rumors are more than rumors, hm? You really are a slut, Ahri. In the best way, of course.

Should she be pissed? Samira felt like she should be, right? Because they had definitely discussed how this particular stream was supposed to go. Went over all the questions, what each of the goals should have corresponded to… And Ahri never once said anything about this. The fox wasn’t as subtle as she thought. Scent aside, the dripping lust in those moans Ahri tried to repress said it all. And besides, those tails? The way two of them were practically trying to wrestle with each other during one of Ahri’s longer pauses? If this is how it's going to be... She quickened her steps, remembering to pan her camera around and offer a bit of useless but colorful commentary about this and that. Sparing a glance at the screen now to track the donation goals.​

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“Oh look, half way there,” she chirped, her voice level, face a perfect mask when she directed her attention back at her chat. The only thing that said anything was off at all was the look in her eyes, a brightness to her malachite that looked positively feral. “Alright, little devils, keep your eyes peeled. Blink and you miss it.”

The fifty percent mark should have been a slightly racy selfie with Ahri. Would have been that until Ahri went rogue. Haven’t gone off script, technically, but if Ahri was going to use Samira and her stream as a prop for a bit of exhibitionist fun, then surely, the vixen couldn’t fault Samira for indulging in her daredevil impulses.

“Unnie,” she caught up, a hand on Ahri’s shoulder, stalling her. “What do you say to a souvenir? A selfie or two?” That was on script. On purpose. But her other hand, the one with the phone, was arcing in a completely different trajectory. Down, to be exact. That pastel rose cocktail dress was already straining to do its job anyway. How hard would it be to get a sneak preview of what laid beneath?​

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“Just two moans?”

That serrated brow dipped, complementing the devious glint in her pretty violets. Fine, she would play this game. Although... both Evelynn and Ahri seemed to forget who the best gamer in the house was.

“Let’s talk about rewards, Eve.” She swapped to manual patterns. It might have caught her off guard at first, but this was certainly not her first time with a remote controlled toy. Well, several, in this case, but that just provided more avenues to express her competency.

Traced a new curve to replace the previous setting. A nice, nearly flat line, with only a slight incline. A ramp easy to miss, to mistake as no adjustment to the setting. With a sharp arc at the end, a parabola with an even sharper decline. Drew a few more of those, never quite hitting the same high note again, but with enough variations to keep it interesting. And, on another curve, she augmented it instantly, the timing unfortunately (fortunately?) coinciding with Samira’s little ploy. Having no way to verify which curve corresponded to what toy and where, Akali could only guess based off of Ahri’s reactions. Clit. That was her bet. 9/10 confidence. Recognized that sharp inhale and lip bite anywhere. Like the previous, she opted for manual lines. And, just for fun, set this to one to inversely mirror the previous, such that when one vibration might reach its lowest point, the other would its vertex. The last one she kept on a standard setting. A nice moderate buzz. Nothing too intense, nothing too mild either. Designed simply to augment and highlight the other two.

She turned to her lover and smirked, “next room, love. I believe I’ve already fulfilled your prompt. So tell me, what do I get if I push our beloved Foxy over the edge on camera?” And poof. With more than enough time to spare this time. A good thing, because she only had so many articles of clothing to sacrifice in the name of ninjutsu.​

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