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pathetic-sapphic · 9 months

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Hi! Can I ask you headcanons or anything else about jealousy arcane milfs x reader?)

Arcane milfs and jealousy

SEVIKA is already a pretty possessive person but she would never get mad at you. Most people in the Undercity know better than to try and flirtatiously approach the Scary Lady's partner. However, it seems like some idiots didn't get the memo and one of them happened to have the misfortune of hitting on you one night while Sevika and you were at the Last Drop. You left the comfiness of her lap in order to get refills for the two of you as your girlfriend continued to play cards. Letting you off with a short peck to your cheek and a ''Be back soon, baby'', she lets you off while fondly staring at your *ahem* backside before she brings her attention back to the game. Quickly notices you're taking your sweet time and realizes why as soon as she brings her gaze to you and sees some dirtbag blocking your way while being uncomfortably close to you. The scared look on your usually smiling face is enough for her to quickly stride over to the scene and, with a growl and a strong hand, turn the idiot around to face her while putting on her best death stare. Apparently he isn't as dumb as he looks because he quickly puts two and two together, swiftly apologizes and bolts right out. With a protective hand around your back, Sevika whispers out a quiet question ''Are you okay, baby? How about we head home?'' and takes off after you quickly nod. That night, Sevika makes you scream her name so loudly so that both the people of Zaun and Piltover know who you belong to. From then on, Sevika makes sure to leave some mark of hers on you, whether that be a hickey or a piece of her clothing, it doesn't matter as long as the message is clear. You are hers and nobody else's.

GRAYSON does not get jealous or possessive easily. She trusts you more than anyone and trusts herself that she makes a good job of protecting you. However, people are bound to be attracted by your lovely and kind nature so sometimes she needs to send a clear signal of who you belong to. Such a situation occurs at one of those over-the-top Piltovian galas. With Grayson having to entertain high-class guests, you are left to your own devices. Not wanting to pressure your wife in making your feelings of boredom obvious, you quietly slip away onto the balcony, nursing your drink and enjoying the chill in the air. Hearing footsteps behind you, you turn around with a smile, thinking it was your beloved wife, only for your smile to quickly melt away at the sight of some rich, pompous Piltovian baron. With him blocking your only way of escape, you had to listen to his downright painful attempts at winning you over. It was all just corny and pathetic pick-up lines which made you wince and he wouldn't even let you get a word in so you couldn't outright tell him you're taken and uninterested. Thankfully, noticing your absence from the main hall, Grayson quickly comes to your rescue. With a simple ''Ah, there you are, beloved. I've been looking all over for you. Come now, let us take our leave, it's getting late.'', she takes your hand and kisses you without sparing a glance to the sputtering big shot. Sweeping you off from the gala and holding you by her side, Grayson assures you she could never be mad at you and apologizes if that man made you uncomfortable. Promises to protect you better in the future and keep a closer eye on any bumbling fools who are stupid enough to believe they might have a chance with her darling.

Although she does get jealous on occasion, CASSANDRA does her best to hide it as possessiveness is unacceptable feeling for someone of her status to experience. Unfortunately, by bottling up these feelings, she may come off as passive-aggressive. Of course, she doesn't mean to take it out on you, she knows you'd never try and make her feel that way on purpose but it still bothers her more than she'd like to let on. Once she notices a fellow Councilor of hers taking interest in you after one of your numerous visits to her workplace, Cassandra grows frustrated and, as much as she hates to admit it, she feels jealous. Glares at you as you make small talk to them, thinking they're just being nice and friendly. Of course you think that, you are way too kind to ever think ill of strangers and as much as Cassandra adores that about you, it also annoys her. Because how can you not see that they're blatantly and outright flirting with you? Making moves on her spouse?! But of course, rather than talking it out, Cassandra childishly pouts and avoids you until, a couple of days later, you force it out of her. This is why she was ignoring you and glaring whenever you visited her at work? Jealousy? As cute as it makes her seem, it also makes you mad because this could've been sorted out days ago! Reassuring her that you were oblivious to her colleagues intentions and that you only have your eyes on her, Cassandra admits defeat with a sigh, saying; ''I suppose my actions were quite immature. I'm sorry, my darling. It's just that the way they looked at you made my stomach tie up in ugly knots and I didn't know what to do but it was wrong of me to take it out on you. Please forgive me, I promise to make it up to you tonight once we're alone, alright?'' she asks you with a soft kiss to your forehead. Of course, you forgive her and she does her best to talk her feelings out in the future as she never wants to hurt you or make you feel ignored ever again.

AMBESSA is a rough, possessive and protective lover so making her jealous should be on the very bottom of your to-do list. Actually, scratch that. It shouldn't be there at all. Once you move to live with her in her residence in Noxus, you are assigned with a guard as your wife is a busy woman who still needs to make sure you are protected at all times, even if she isn't there. However, she quickly takes notice of the affection your assigned guard holds for you. And you, her sweet but oblivious darling, are none the wiser as you laugh at his jokes and thank him for his servitude towards you and your wife. It's safe to say that Ambessa is extremely displeased and barely holds back from having the guard executed. She lets him live but only because you asked so nicely and, oh, does she have a weak spot for you even when your actions seemingly pissed her off. She is willing to express mercy only for you. Sends the poor guy to the frontlines to send a message of what will happen to anyone who dares approach you in any way that they shouldn't. And now, she needs to take care of you. While Ambessa is aware you weren't doing that on purpose, she needs to teach you what will happen if you ever do try and show romantic affection to anyone that isn't her. Be prepared to not be able to walk for a few days as Ambessa truly takes her time marking you and making you feel so good that your mind will be wiped out of any thoughts that aren't about her. Don't worry, she isn't mad at you, she just needs to let it all out and this is the only way in which she knows how to release any pent-up emotions. Deep down, Ambessa is scared. Scared that you'll leave her, scared that she'll hurt you or make you feel unloved. She needs you to know that she appreciates you so so much and needs you by her side. In a moment of weakness, she collapses above your exhausted body, murmuring a quiet and, in her eyes, shameful, ''Don't leave me. Please darling, just stay by my side.'' With your eyes widening to her extremely rare and vulnerable display, you wound your shaking hands around her bare back and pull her in for an embrace, whispering how you're hers and no one else. Heaven nor hell could ever take you away from your beloved lady's side, not if you can help it.

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sevikaspillowprincess · 4 months

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AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Mommy sorry?… Mommy sorry?…So freaking exciting!!

#arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda #arcane #arcane fandom #arcane league of legends #league of legends

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aurelion-solar · 4 months

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Champions in 2024

Smolder, the Fiery Fledgling, is the new ADC coming soon!

The Freljordian Vastayan mid-range mage is after Smolder.

Ambessa Medarda is coming to League this year!

#smolder #ambessa medarda #arcane #arcane ambessa #ambessa #champion teaser #new champion #league of legends #league of legends champion #season 2024 #official

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mirconreadzztuff22 · 3 months

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Mfs who walk around like they got the best strap game ever>>>>> (it’s true 99% of the time)

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she-walks-on-starlight · 2 months

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Negotiations

a/n: This is Day 2! So sorry it's late, I was hospitalised over the weekend which put me behind! I'm working hard to catch up hehe

Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Write a scene without any dialogue

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, public sex, alcohol drinking, slight dom-sub vibes, mentions of violence, mention of blood

Summary: Ambessa hates negotiating, no matter how important it is for her rule. Perhaps she will make herself some entertainment to find it more enjoyable...

Word Count: 1.1k

18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+

You know Ambessa finds these meetings the most tedious part of ruling over Noxus. She finds little meaning or use in negotiations, far more used to greeting political rivals and ambitious warlords with her sword at their throat than breaking bread with them. It is a preposterous notion to her, attempting to appease her perceived enemies. As she presides over the emissaries and nobles at the head of the table, you know she is listening keenly, identifying weakness, and sniffing out any hidden agendas. Noxian custom is steeped in violence, and there was a time that Ambessa would be demanding fealty or these peoples’ heads.

But things are different for her now. Now, her daughter Mel has agreed to remain in contact with her and visit Noxus more often with her consort, Jayce. Ambessa can breathe easier knowing that rebuilding the bridge between herself, and her daughter will secure her legacy and ensure that a Medarda inherits the throne upon Ambessa’s death.

She has you now. Seated to her right, close by so she can always see you. Her consort, the love she never thought she’d find again. You’ve dressed yourself in a scarlet red ensemble tonight, complete with a gold medallion belt accentuating your hips. Red and gold, her favourite colours. The colours of war and victory. Conquest. You’ve already caught her more than once tonight, her eyes raking down your figure, her eyes hungry and her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When your eyes meet, she flashes you a fanged smile, no doubt envisioning the many ways she will take you when this insufferable night is over.

You’re drawn to one of the visiting emissaries booming laughter as he gulps down wine and flirts boisterously with the serving girls as they refill his plate and his cup. You try to suppress your smile as you take in Ambessa’s disgust, knowing she’d want nothing more than to pick up the lout like a ragdoll and smash him into the ornate mahogany dining table, likely shattering it in the process.

The image sends an unexpected but not entirely unwelcome rush of heat between your legs. You squeeze your thighs as you imagine her leering down at the man, twitching as blood leaks from his head and then turns to you with her signature smirk. The very same smirk that ushered you into her bed three years ago, at another function where Ambessa was more interested in the wine selection than the purpose of the gathering. The scandal had rocked the court of Noxus, their esteemed leader engaging in an ill-advised relationship with a younger woman, and the daughter of an insignificant noble. She had silenced their doubts in her usual way, with threats of broken bones and removed tongues.

At first, you were convinced that she wanted only for your body, the way she tasted and marked your flesh during your visits bruising you with carnal possession. She was a tornado of fire, and you were blessed to be at the heart of the inferno. Countless nights you found yourself in awe of her, in awe of your luck. Nights spent with shaking legs, dripping with sweat and your own release as she made you scream her name for her over and over again. She was never satisfied with hearing your desperate pleas and devoted prayers to her only once. You never feared her, and knew she would never hurt you, not unless you asked her to.

But she soon proved to you that she wanted more, much more, than what your body could give her. She wanted you by her side always, listening to her stories of long-forgotten battles on distant shores, showing off your new dresses, massaging away her troubles in the bathhouse. She had fallen hard for you, an unexpected light leading her out of the darkness.

You’re startled out of your reminiscing by a hand creeping up your dress, invited in by the high riding slit at the thigh. You gulp as Ambessa’s face remains completely impassive as she sips at her wine, but you don’t miss the quick glance she sends your way, and you know exactly what she’s trying to say.

Be quiet. Don’t move. And enjoy.

Her hand climbs higher, and you hear her try in vain to supress the deep rumbling groan that threatens to emanate from her throat when she finds no underwear to stop her advance. You’re already wet from your earlier fantasising, and your clit is throbbing, begging for her attention. As she drags calloused fingers through your folds, you grit your teeth and grip the table tightly. You’re in for a ride, and regardless of the social setting, Ambessa will expect you to take what she gives you.

She wastes no time in gathering the slick pooling from you, coating her fingers before she pushes one inside. Her fingers are thick, and no matter how used to the stretch you’ve become, you relish in the burn as your pussy eagerly welcomes her inside. Your knuckles are white with how hard you’re holding on and you’re fighting to keep your breathing even, lest one of your guests suspect something’s wrong. Ambessa would hate to be interrupted.

She’s adding a second finger, smirking into her wine as she can feel you tighten around her. You can feel the pressure mounting in your belly, your entire body aching for release. You shoot her a pleading look and feel her curl her fingers in response. You start to see spots at the edge of your vision as she brings you closer and closer, all while engaging in dull conversation. Gods, you were going to make her pay for this later. Her thumb is pressing roughly against your clit in swift, calculated circles, you can feel her determination to send you tumbling over the edge. Soon enough, you are doing just that, but you’re hurtling not simply falling. Your orgasm hits you like a searing meteorite, burning through you with force and it takes all of your self-control not to cry out, biting down on your lip so hard you draw blood. You cover it up quickly by taking a sip of wine, dabbing at your mouth with your napkin and glaring at Ambessa reproachfully. She takes no notice, leaning back in her chair with a self-satisfied grin.

Shaking your head, you try to reintegrate yourself into the conversation, though none of it holds your interest. Instead, you find yourself consumed by thoughts of your handsome warrior, trailing over each scar you can see and thinking fondly of all the ones you cannot but know intimately. You will reward her mischief with a soothing massage and relaxing oils tonight, it’s been far too long since you’ve caressed her bulging muscles. But you will deny her the taste of your flesh until she begs, a fitting punishment for tonight’s shenanigans. After all, no matter what the nobles of Noxus or the visiting emissaries of foreign lands may think, no matter how imposing Ambessa may appear, you know that there is only person she will fall to her knees for. Tonight, you will make her remember why.

#my writing #arcane fanfic #lesbian #arcane #ambessa medarda #ambessa x reader #smut #female reader #fem reader #writing challenge #arcane ambessa #fanfic #dom/sub #no dialogue #slight blood

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k3n-dyll · 1 month

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I need - and I do mean need - to be squished in between her thighs. That lil white boy she be walking around with doesnt know how to handle alladat but I DO I SWEAR I DO😩

#arcane #arcane ambessa #i think about her often #i would treat her so well #i wanna be her concerningly young gf #ambessa medarda #ambessa x reader #☆kennie's rambles

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incense-and-nonsense · 4 months

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Finished watching Arcane last night and I have some thoughts about Ambessa Medara that I need to get out of my system.

What I find fascinating about Ambessa as a character is the fanbase's reception of her: she's a big muscle mommy with a hidden soft side. However, I don't think the show's writers want us to like her and especially don't intend to portray her as an attractive person. The reason I think this is because (aside from her gender) she's a textbook example of a toxic, hypermasculine, alpha-male power fantasy.

Let's elaborate. Only a few minutes after we're introduced to her (having invited herself into her estranged daughter's world in a display of Emotionally-Healthy Parenting TM), she announces that she's off to "sample the local cuisine," gesturing towards a male consort/companion who awaits her.

And then there's this scene:

Here we are shown Ambessa naked in a bath being massaged by the same comparatively small companion we met earlier. The power dynamic in the relationship is clearly one of domination and submission. She's indulgent in her consumption and luxury and lobs criticism after criticism at a visibly uncomfortable Jayce, all while the artwork behind the two reinforces how this exchange will play out: Ambessa holds all the power, while Jayce is on the defensive.

In short, everything about the way Ambessa talks and carries herself is meant to convey one simple message: I am powerful. She never needs to insist on her power--it's self-evident.

On the surface, this seems like an extremely well-written feminist icon. Ambessa is strong and confident, bending to no-one and self-assured. In flashbacks and in her own dialogue, she's presented as someone who is willing to take ruthless and decisive action regardless of other's feelings. She exudes confidence and charisma and never apologizes for the space she takes up in other's lives. Other people exist largely to fulfill her goals and desires. Further, later she reveals that she exiled her daughter Mel because her daughter's more merciful and diplomatic nature weakened Ambessa and her resolve.

In short, Ambessa is the textbook icon of hypermasculine power fantasies enfleshed in a woman.

Thing is though, these traits don't become less toxic when they happen to belong to a woman. Imagine the two scenes above if the character's genders were swapped. Then what we see is a confident, muscled warmonger who establishes his place in the social hierarchy through displays of sexual dominance and belittling those around him. Imagine Caitlyn attempting to discuss the situation in Piltover as a nude, muscled man insults her competence and strides naked over to her in a clear display of power. That's not a character we celebrate; it's a character who makes us feel violated by their very presence. Moreover, it's a character we've all probably seen before a hundred times.

Toxic behavior doesn't stop being toxic when done by a woman instead of a man.

Ambessa is not intended to be a likable character. She manipulates and dehumanizes others (especially sexually), refuses to show mercy, and pushes away those closest to her out of her fear of weakness. She's not an icon of female empowerment. Her character is a commentary on how easy it is to think that feminism means adopting the toxic ways in which men have often exercised power over others. Dehumanization and exploitation aren't behaviors that we should celebrate just because they make a women look strong. Rather, we should re-evaluate what we think strength looks like.

#arcane netflix #arcane #arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda #toxic people #toxic #toxic masculinity #feminism #girlboss

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frostybearpaws · 3 months

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ight, my dragon ladies <3

Sevika and Ambessa, red and black dragons respectively.

Sevika has interacted with Mama Medarda in the past, there was a fight over noxian land ruled by a well respected but feared dragon who had died. It was a mad scramble to take even a sliver of the territory once possessed. At the time, Sevika lost and still carries the scars to this day.

It will not happen again.

Instead she was forced out and made her home in the land that became Piltover and Zaun.

She considers both swaths of land to be her territory and anyone who posses a significant enough threat will be dealt with swiftly. Ambessa's presence is not welcome, but now that she is older and larger she is more equipped to handling what Ambessa throws at her.

Sevika is about half a millennia younger than Ambessa and the fact that she is younger but about the same size as our lovely, terrifying acid spitter really just pisses Mama Medarda off, this is on top of the fact that she lacks draconic etiquette and is truly a barbarian by dragon's standards "Even my daughter knows more about being a dragon than you do, wyrmling!"

Both Sevika and Ambessa have the ability to Polymorph, however Ambessa uses this ability sparingly only going into a humanoid if she has to hold a diplomatic meeting with someone (or she's meeting with her daughter.)

Sevika polymorphs like there's no tomorrow. Her typical form is a humanoid, however on any given day she might be the orange tabby that drapes itself over Silco's shoulders. A crow hanging in the rafters. A fiery red parrot that's trying to steal your shiny bracelets, rings, and necklaces. Be careful what you say, she's always watching. ;)

#sevika #arcane sevika #arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda #DnD!Arcane AU #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix

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arcanegifs · 1 year

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"What are you doing here, Mother? You didn't sail halfway across the continent to sample the local cuisine."

#arcane #arcaneedit #mel medarda #mel #mel medarda arcane #arcane mel #mel arcane #arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda #ambessa arcane #gorgeous man #(ngl i wanna tag him as howl's moving coochie but ok we'll name him canonically lol)#this was so funny it was so serious with mel and her mom beefing then here comes howl's moving coochie asking for miss medarda likeeeeeeee #LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #i also like this scene bc it was also easier to color than the usual dark arcane scenes lmao

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greenaway-torres · 4 months

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I love how she holds me. It can be sensual and soft. Like when she’s hugging me and resting her head on my shoulder. I could be baking something or reading and she just holds me tight. Or it could be passionate and rough. Like when she has me straddle her and her cock is deep inside me. She’s wrapping her arms around me and pulling me closer to her.

“I can’t get enough of you. I just want you closer to me, baby. Don’t fade away.”

#x reader #lesbian imagine #x y/n smut #kassandra #lesbiansmut #x you smut #abby anderson #eivor wolfkissed #eivor x reader #grayson arcane #grayson x reader #sevika x reader #arcane ambessa

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kittyt-hexxed · 1 year

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Her Sunlight

Ambessa Medarda x Queen!POC!Reader AU

Warnings: Sub!MILF!Reader, Past Heartbreak, Yearning, Missing your ex-girlfriend, memories of the past, surprise meetings, pet names, sensual sex, fingering, loving praise, love bites, lipstick marks, murder

Summary: You and Ambessa were lovers when you were younger. She was unaware of your true identity, but you were ripped apart before you could tell her. You ascended the throne in your country and she became a ruthless warlord in hers. You never thought you’d see each other again, but fate had other plans.

Your darling baby girl is laying on your chest, fast asleep and clutching your necklace in her little hand. You smile softly and smooth her hair down before carefully taking the pendant from her. The large, sun-shaped red diamond glitters in the low candlelight, and when you tilt it you can see the initials engraved into it - A.M. The necklace had been a gift from a lover many years in the past, but it was a past you cherished with all your heart.

“Y/n!” Ambessa whisper shouts, beckoning you over to her before ducking through the door. You discretely look around and slowly back out of the room, slipping through the door. You gasp as your hand is grabbed and you’re yanked to the left. The next thing you know, you’re running down the hall and giggling along with your girlfriend.

“Bess, where are we going?” You whisper as she guides you down a vacant hall.

“Somewhere private.” Ambessa grins as she stops in front of a door, “Take a seat.” She opens it, letting you step inside first and you realize that you’re in her bedroom. You raise an eyebrow at her as she heads over to her vanity but you take a seat on the edge of her bed. You watch as she fiddles with something, making a noise of success when it does what she wants it to. You giggle as she turns around but pause at the nervous expression on her face.

“Is everything okay, my moonlight?” You knit your eyebrows in concern as she stands in front of you.

“Ah, I know we’re only seventeen… but I wanted to give this to you.” Ambessa opens her hand to reveal a beautiful necklace. The gemstone was carved into the shape of a sun, but it was a rich red instead of yellow or orange.

“A necklace?”

“Do you remember when I explained some of the Clan traditions? That the rarest kind of diamond - a red diamond - is only worn by those in the Medarda Clan and their chosen.”

“Oh!” You brighten up, “Yes, I remember. Only the one who put it on can take it off. You said it’s like a marriage propo- Ambessa, you’re not- proposing to me, are you?” Your eyes widen and your heart starts to beat harder at the realization.

“My sunlight.” Ambessa tilts your head up, “It doesn’t have to be, but I don’t see myself giving this to anyone else. I want to give this to you, as a show of my love. Will you accept it?”

“I’ll accept it.” You grin, your heart fluttering in your chest. You knew what this meant, but until the two of you could actually get married, it would be a symbol of your love.

The door to your chambers opens and your husband comes in with a glare on his face. He insisted on doing the council meeting, to your displeasure, as the council hated him. You knew they were going to tear into him, but he didn’t listen. You frown, feeling annoyed that he ruined the peaceful moment with his grouchy mood. He crosses the room and goes into the washroom but that wouldn’t change how you felt. You went back to coddling your daughter, running your finger along her chubby cheeks and allowing yourself to relax in the brief time you have left. Adel comes back into your chambers, dressed in his night clothes, and gives you a strained smile.

“Hello, my love.” Adel sits down on his side of the bed, “How has Nyomi been fairing?”

“She’s fine. She had some milk and she’s resting now.” You wave him off.

“We have four children, now.” Adel smiles, brushing your hair back.

“Five, actually.” You glance at him, “I’m three months pregnant.”

“Already?” His eyes widen, flicking down to your stomach.

“Yes.” You hum, pulling your dagger out of your bun, “I’m excited to greet my final child into the world. They’ll all be raised right, don’t worry.” With a twirl of your fingers, you jab the knife into his chest. He lets out a shocked grunt, eyes looking at you in betrayal and the life rapidly drains from them. Adel was a man you held no love for and he knew as much when he asked you to marry him. He was in love with you, but you did not return that affection. You saw him as a means to an end as you needed to have children and the person you wished to be with wasn’t able to be with you. Your goal was to have your children and be done with the man. Killing him ensures that he does not become bitter or resentful of you and turns around to attack your family.

“You’ve fulfilled your purpose.” You push his body off the edge of the bed. There's a loud thud as his body hits the ground and you feel your body relax as if all of your worries have disappeared. The door to your room opens and your handmaid, Marianne, comes inside. Her eyes fade from a frosty white back to their normal ocean blue. You were lucky to receive a pledge from a powerful seer such as your Marianne. Although, she would claim that it was fated.

“Would you like for me to get rid of his body, Radiance Y/n?” Marianne asks sweetly.

“Yes, pet.” You give her a soft smile, “Join me afterward.”

“As you wish, my Radiance.” Marianne curtsies, tossing your ex-husband over her shoulder, “Shall I wear the ribbons you like?”

“Come bare with some wine.” You get up from the bed to place your daughter in her crib, “We’re celebrating, after all.”

“I shall wake the concubines, your Radiance.” Marianne chirps, exiting the room with a skip to her step.

“Your future is assured, my sweet Nyomi.” You whisper and kiss your daughter’s head.

“Bess? Would you ever want children of your own?” You turn over in bed to look at your girlfriend. Ambessa pulls you into her arms with a contemplative look on her face.

“I would. The older I get, the more I realize that I want a family.” She nods, “Why do you ask?”

“Ah- I was just curious. My brother just had his first child, and I realized that we never talked about it.”

“Would you?”

“Would I like to have children?” You ask, receiving a nod, “I would. I know I can comfortably raise them, so I would.”

“So you’d want to have my children after we marry?” Ambessa smirks, “We are nineteen, after all.”

“You’ll be having my children. Thank you.” You tease her, making her laugh.

You sigh wistfully. That was the last time you saw her. The last time you got to be intimate with her was before the war came along. You had to leave Noxus that very morning when your collectors came for you. Noxus had tried to invade Helios, and it was no longer safe for you to remain within their borders even if no one knew you were one of the princesses. You were heartbroken and desperately hoped that Ambessa would not lose her life in the war… or that she resented you. All you left behind was a short note and the memories of your time together.

~ 25 Years Later ~

All of Noxus’ generals and warlords were seated around a large table. A meeting had been called so that they could discuss everything going on within the empire. Usually, they’re held on the first of every month, but Ambessa had been in Piltover with her daughter. They knew better than to pull her away from mother-daughter time since she cut off the last General’s hand. This meeting took all day, but it was necessary to make sure that things were running as smoothly as possible. Ambessa found amusement in watching the generals try to puff up their chests and convince the three leaders that they were more important. She saw no need in fighting over that, as actions spoke louder than words. And, to her, they were insignificant.

“Now, the main issue we must discuss is the country of Helios. This country is ruled by a monarchy and has avoided Noxus’ attempts to conquer it for decades. The current monarch is a formidable woman her people refer to as their Radiance. Surprisingly, our spies have not brought back any valuable information. That leaves us in the dark. I’d like to open the floor and ask if any of you know about this country.”

“How could none of our spies bring any information back? That’s preposterous!”

“Ugh, you mean that uppity country to our East?”

“I’d be careful with your words about them. They’ve recently become one of the major powers of the world.”

“I’ve heard that their information network is shut tight. If they can tell that you’re not one of them, they will not tell you a single thing.”

“That’s impossible! How could a country that large manage that? Surely there’d be some kind of underground!”

“Helios is a vibrant country.” Ambessa speaks up, drawing attention to herself, “My Clan was permitted to trade with them after I took over. The people are well taken care of and want nothing. They’re very strict on quality control when it comes to imports and exports, and their streets are spotless. The main imports requested are wine and certain fabrics they cannot make themselves. Their people are very friendly and they hold their monarch in very high regard.”

“It would be beneficial if we tried to come to some form of treaty with them. They can clearly hold their own, and who's to say they won’t try to invade us?” One of the more level-headed generals chimed in. That proposition causes some discord in the room. Many people laugh at the prospect of Noxus being invaded or taken over. They believe that the Empire is too strong, but Ambessa knows otherwise. She’s seen the power of Helios with her own eyes, blinded by the magic of the Queen when she was miles away from the fight. Those who were had been burnt to a crisp and Ambessa had left the battle shortly after. She was unknowingly pregnant with her daughter at the time and was relieved she was unharmed.

“We will send a small party of Ambassadors into the country to negotiate, if those fail, then we will proceed with the war once more… We will be sending Kevin, Fiona, Lamar… and Ambessa.” That makes her raise an eyebrow and the group goes silent. Sending her - a known Warlord - was a calculated move. It would be both a show of power and insurance that they brought no harm to the generals. It also was a bit of a reminder that their egos were getting too big if they needed a supervisor.

“They wouldn’t welcome us with a Warlord!” Kevin scoffs, “They’re going to throw us out if we cross the borders with her!”

“Weren’t you listening when Ambessa said that she had permission to trade with them? I think she’s welcome into the country regardless of being a Warlord.” Fiona snaps at him.

“We will see.” Lamar leans back in his chair, “There is a difference between attending for the purpose of trade versus a war negotiation.”

“Whatever happens in Helios will affect Noxus, so don’t do anything stupid.” Swain rolls his eyes, “Their Queen is not a kind woman. If you ruin this for the Empire, you can kiss your seat as General goodbye.”

Marianne informed you that Noxian Ambassadors had requested permission to come to Helios and hold an audience with you. You had scoffed at the request but permitted them to come through. The Noxians have been trying to take your homeland for decades and failed to do so. Your people were well-trained and fought not for you but for their families. You could overcome anything if a family was what you fought for, and you only nurtured that thought in your people. After all, you had joined your people in the war even while you were pregnant with your children. When the attacks had completely halted a few years ago, you knew they’d be making a move to either fully invade Helios or negotiate. You knew that they had sent spies within the country in those quiet five years, but they did not receive any valuable information. For who were not the best spies but your own people? Encouraging loyalty and trust allowed your kingdom to prosper in ways Noxus could only dream of.

“They’ve been waiting on you for ten minutes, Lady Y/n.” Irene, your advisor, sighs in exasperation. You look up from your book and raise an eyebrow at her. Que another sigh.

“They’re in my kingdom.” You close your book and stand, “They will kneel before an empty throne for as long as I want them to. These Noxians have a lot of nerve coming into my kingdom after trying to take it from me. I want them to know that as long as they’re here… they’re under my thumb. The sun will shine on them only if I tell it to.” You smirk at her, getting a shake of her head. Irene knew your ways, but as your advisor, she was to remind you about the customary things. Even if you’d continued doing things your way, she would make sure you were aware of the customs. Whoever these Noxians are, you aren’t going to welcome them with open arms. They were going to learn that no matter what they did, your people wouldn’t fall to their pitiful Empire.

The doors to your throne room are opened, and you don’t even acknowledge the people kneeling with a turn of your head. Your gaze is kept solely on the throne until you’re seated and you catch the smirks on the faces of your guards as you get settled. They were always in the room to witness the way you worked, and they were excited about this one.

“You may gaze upon me.” You permit them to lift their heads, crossing your ankles underneath your gown, “Be grateful for it.” You observe each person’s face closely as they’re raised, taking in their expressions when they see you and noting how they look. There was a lot you could learn from a person’s face and right away you can tell that they weren’t happy. You felt smug until your eyes landed on the last person and you feel your heart stop. Even though she has aged, you’d never forget the face of the woman you’re irrevocably in love with. The woman who has haunted your dreams and waking life for the past thirty-five years. Her face betrays her shock at your appearance. ‘Now is not the time, Y/n. Address them first, and then deal with… Focus.’

“Speak.” You turn back to the person in front, looking down at them with a sharp gaze, “What brings you here.”

“We’ve come to talk about peace between our two nations.” The blonde-haired male - General Lamar - says, “We are aware of our past transgressions and wish to rectify it.”

“Past transgressions?” You scoff, “Years of war. Many lives were lost and for what? Your empire’s thirst for more land that does not belong to them? How many more countries will your people destroy?” The other man in the group - General Kevin - glares at you.

“Noxus is-!”

“-desperate.” You cut him off with a cocky smirk, “My kingdom stands in your way. We control the airways and waterways into other lands. Your armies will not get past my security, which is why you’re so desperate to take my land. Am I wrong?”

“You are not.” Ambessa’s deep voice reverberates through the room, through your very being, “Noxus is desperate. You are not wrong, your Radiance.” Oh, how hearing your title out of her mouth sends shivers down your spine. You couldn’t attempt to ignore her presence. Not any longer.

“Ambessa Medarda.” You hum, standing from your throne, “Noxus’ most successful Warlord and the head of the Medarda Clan. You have a lot of nerve showing up in these chambers knowing the tension between our two countries.”

“Does my presence offend you?” Ambessa raises an eyebrow at you, a silent challenge that makes you feel like a kid again.

“Not at all, but we must discuss your presence here.” You gesture to your guards, “Take the other three to their rooms. I will have a private word with this Warlord, and official negotiations will begin in the morning.”

“Yes, your Radiance!” Your guards shout as the side doors to the East wing open and one of your maids comes through.

“You’re dismissing us?” General Kevin crosses his arms, “After only saying two words?”

“Yes, General Kevin. After all, you brought a Warlord into my halls and didn’t think I’d notice.” Your words make their eyes widen, “When I am feeling more amicable, we can talk. As for now, get settled.” They hadn’t told you their names, but they didn’t need to. No one came into your castle without you knowing exactly who they are. Especially a Noxian General.

“Thank you for your kindness, your Majesty.” General Fiona bows, “You’re too gracious to let us stay within your castle.”

“Yes. I am.” You wave them off, silently watching as they’re escorted out of the room. It amused you that they believed you wouldn’t know who they are. You were blindsided by Ambessa, of course. You didn’t expect her to be sent here as she is a known Warlord. Then again, the last you had heard of her, she was in Piltover visiting her daughter.

You take a deep breath and turn to face the woman who has haunted your dreams, “Leave us. No one is allowed to enter.” You wave off the rest of your guards. They bow and you stare down at Ambessa as they vanish through the hidden doors. Not a word is exchanged between the two of you as she stands and takes slow, measured steps toward you.

“After all these years...” Ambessa speaks, an unreadable look on her face, “After all these years, I find you seated on a throne.”

“Bess, I-” Your voice fails you as apprehension and nervousness rise within you. You had left her in the middle of the night after a deep talk about your shared future. You had shattered that plan, and undoubtedly, her heart along with it. How could she look at you and not feel pure rage? Betrayal? Being alone with her like this leaves you exposed and easy to attack should she feel like running a blade through your chest. You could protect yourself, of course, but never against Ambessa. She was a woman who could subdue you in mere seconds, and you were sure that it hadn’t changed.

“You left me.” Ambessa states climbing the steps and making you take a hesitant step back, “You left me with only a note: I can’t explain why I’m leaving, but know that I have left my heart with you. I have never forgotten those words. And here you are now…” She tentatively reaches out and cradles your face in her large hands, towering above you as she did all those years ago. Although you’re the royal one, she radiates nothing but pure power and authority. The woman in front of you is unchanged by age. Everything about her reminds you of her childhood self, even the way she tucks a loose curl behind her ear.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” Ambessa whispers reverently, making your eyes sting with tears. Her deep cocoa eyes show nothing but love and longing, none of the anger or hatred you expected to see within them. You can feel yourself crumbling in her presence, slipping into a mindset you had long forgotten. There was something in the way she held you, something in the way her eyes gazed at you so tenderly that made your heart weep.

“My moonlight.” You whisper, your hands resting against hers as she brings your foreheads together, “You must know that I never meant to leave you. Our countries went to war and my parents feared the Noxians would find out I was the princess. I had to return home for my safety. I-”

“-Ssshhh, my sunlight.” Ambessa’s words make your breathing catch, “You must know that I never stopped loving you. When you left, you took my heart with you, darling. To see you here is a shock, but a welcome one. I’m relieved that you’re safe and well for I feared what had happened to you.” She draws back and wraps her arms around you, pulling you to her. You let out a small gasp, resting your hands against her chest to stop yourself from falling into her. She hugs you tightly, squishing your face against her body as her strong arms make your legs feel like jelly. You had wanted to try and hold your decorum, but that was impossible with her. After so many years and in your older age, she still has a hold on you.

“I thought you would’ve hated me, my moonlight.” You whisper as tears roll down your cheeks, fisting the fabric of her shirt in your hands, “I wanted to find you and tell you, but between the war and taking the throne-!” Your eyes widen, taken by surprise by her lips being pressed to yours. The way her lips move against yours is a familiar rhythm that has you melting in her arms. Your kiss is bittersweet, like coming home after being away for years. Her lips fit against yours the way they always did, a tad rougher from the scar over them.

“You, my sunlight, have nothing to answer to. I mean look at you.” Ambessa gives you a wide smile, twirling you around to take in the extravagant dress you’re wearing, “A Queen. Not just any queen, but one who has successfully held Noxus off for forty years. One who has gained the unshakable loyalty of her people and is a force on the battlefield.” She escorts you to your throne, bowing and motioning for you to sit.

“I expect nothing less of the woman I love.” Ambessa smiles, taking the pendant of the necklace between her fingers, “I knew I made the right decision to give this to you.”

“I’ve kept my eye on you.” You smile, caressing her face, “You’re not a woman easily forgotten. A Warlord from a young age, a mother of three successful children, and the most renowned Medarda from trading alone.”

“You’ve done your homework.” Ambessa chuckles, eyes twinkling with youthful mischief, “Impressive.”

“As if you haven’t?” You tease her, “I’m sure you know everything about me that’s available to the public.”

“You mothered five children. Each one of them is a master fighter in their own right, but you gave them the freedom of life outside of the crown. You’re the strongest monarch to hold the throne, and the most beloved.” Ambessa states, kneeling before you and resting her hands on your thighs. If this was anyone else, they would be begging you for mercy for daring to touch you without your permission. But, Ambessa? There’s nothing you want more than for her to touch you.

“Yes.” You smile wistfully, “I raised them on my own. They’re my pride and joys, my children.”

“And what of their father?” Ambessa questions, attempting to hide her jealousy from you.

“You seem jealous, darling.” You raise an eyebrow at the stormy look in her eyes, “Are you?” Your heart was pounding in your chest. Ambessa was always possessive of you, making sure that the others around knew that you were hers. Her girlfriend. Her sunlight. Her future wife. The fact that she’s jealous of a man you held no love for is oddly attractive to you.

“I did say I wanted you to bear my children.” Ambessa’s hand snakes under your dress, gliding up your leg to rest on your bare thigh, “I am annoyed that a man got the honor of something he didn’t deserve.” The heat from her hand warms your thigh and makes you blush as she squeezes it.

“I did not love him.” You say, trailing a finger along her jaw, “He was dedicated to me and I used that to my advantage. I married him so that my children would have the same father, but once I was pregnant with my last daughter… I killed him.”

“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?” Ambessa purrs, rubbing your thighs, “Even now, you’re still my sweet girl.”

“A-Ambessa.” You stutter flusteredly, unsure of what to say. Her hands on you make your mind feel fuzzy and it’s all you can focus on. She wasn’t wrong. You’re still hers after all these years.

“Hm? Something wrong, sweet girl?” Ambessa coos, “I can stop if you want me to.”

“No. No, I- Hold on.” You shift and stand up, lifting your skirt to expose your legs, “I’d like for you to continue.” You hook your legs over the arms of your throne, exposing your lack of underwear. When you were younger, Ambessa always asked you to be straightforward with her. She loved how flustered you could get and would challenge you to tell her what you wanted even when you couldn’t say it.

“That’s my girl.” Ambessa hums, her hand immediately caressing the inside of your thigh, “I’ve missed you so much.” She whispers, locking eyes with you as her fingers run along your slit. You bite your lip, head tilting back slightly as she pushes a thick finger in. A soft groan leaves your lips as she puts the second one in, slowly moving them in and out as she delights in your reaction.

“Don’t tell me you touch other women like this.” You crack your eyes open, idly wondering when you closed them.

“Like this? No. I take from the others. But with you?” Ambessa leans in, her lips hovering before yours, “I am more than happy to give you all of me.” She whispers, kissing you once more. You find yourself completely entranced by your ex-lover. The way she touches you has you seeing stars. Her fingers felt as though they were meant for you, running along your walls as if they owned you.

Ambessa watches you closely, drinking in how beautiful you look on your throne while moaning her name. Her necklace dangles from your neck, a physical reminder of the love she feels for you and the time you lost together. She felt possessive over you. She wanted you to be hers once again. That burning fire in her heart reignited the moment she saw you, and she’d be damned if she lost you once more.

Sweet, loving praises were whispered to you as Ambessa brought you closer and closer to your release. Her red lipstick was smeared along your thighs from the kisses and bites she left, and your lips were tinted from kissing her. Every soft whisper from her made you yearn for her. You wanted her back. You wanted her to be your lover once more.

You moaned her name when you orgasmed and you were swept up into her arms shortly after. There was nothing to say as she sits on your throne, holding you on her lap as you catch your breath. You rest your head on her shoulder, Ambessa rubbing your back and placing a kiss on your forehead. The two of you sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company after being apart for so long.

“I love you.” You whisper, playing with your necklace, “I’ve missed you, my moonlight. My heart has ached without you by my side.”

“I love you, my sunlight.” Ambessa tilts your head up, “Truthfully, I do not wish to leave you now that I have you.”

“Marry me.” You state, looking at her with determined eyes, “I have no husband and neither do you. I want you. I want you by my side for as long as we have left. And, it could be passed as a political marriage to Noxus. A way to get your country to end this stupid war before I’m forced to destroy it.”

“I would love to.” Ambessa holds you close to her, “But, I’m doing this for us. Not for Noxus. I want to be yours.” She kisses your knuckles, giving you a sweet smile that has your heart fluttering.

“Then, we’ll tell your Generals tomorrow.” You stand up, “In the meantime, you will be staying with me in my chambers.” Looking at Ambessa, you can’t help but think that she looks magnificent on your throne.

“And why is that?” Ambessa asks teasingly.

“I’m not done with you, yet.” You smile innocently, “Or rather, you’re not done with me.” You can see the lust in her eyes as she gazes at you.

“I am not done with you.” Ambessa agrees, standing and smirking at you, “It’s been too long since I’ve heard you screaming my name, my sunlight.”

“You’ll be my wife by the end of the week.” You shrug, “You’ll have much longer to hear it.” Ambessa puts an arm around your waist, caressing your face with her other hand.

“I love you.” Ambessa whispers, leaning in.

“I love you, too.” You whisper back. After all of these years, who would have expected that you and Ambessa would be with one another? Your decision is about to shake up the world, but you didn’t care. The love of your life has returned to you, and that’s all that matters.

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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months

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First meeting with the Arcane milfs

One night you decided to visit the Last Drop after recently moving to the Undercity, and it didn't take long for SEVIKA to take note of your cute face. You sat at the bar, chatting with Thieram, while she watched you from afar, taking in your adorable gestures and the expressions you made while talking. After losing her card game for the 5th time due to being distracted by you, Sevika decided it's finally time she made a move. She joined you at the bar and started up a conversation. You were taken aback to say the least. You couldn't believe that you were lucky enough to be approached by such an admirable and strong woman who was, safe to say, exactly your type. And once you realized she's flirting with you? Best day of your life, that's for sure. The more you kept talking to her, the sooner you worked out that this was the scary woman of Zaun that almost everyone warned you about. You couldn't believe it at first, sure she seemed tough and rugged but she acted nothing short of protective towards you. Safe to say, you wouldn't mind getting to know the dashing and strapping woman better and it seems like she feels the same about you.

''Hey, uh, so I didn't notice you here before, you new in town? Hm, makes sense, I definitely would have noticed such a beauty if I had seen you around before tonight. Well, I should warn you, this place is full of dangerous creeps so make sure you're careful. If you ever need any help, you can always find me here and I'll make sure no one gives you any trouble, alright? Good, now that that's settled, how about we get out of here? I'll show you some of the best hidden spots in the Undercity and all I ask in return is your company. Now, what do you say? We got a deal, cutie?''

GRAYSON and you lived in the same apartment building and she noticed you as soon as you moved in. It was hard not to, especially when you brought over some baked goods as a gift for your new neighbor. She thought you were very sweet and always looked forward to running into you in the hall whenever she was coming back from work. Eventually, you worked up the courage to invite her for a cup of coffee at your place. This became a weekly thing and you two got close quite quickly. Before she knew it, Grayson had a huge crush on you. You always listened to her rant about annoyances at work (Marcus) and you would greet her with the brightest smile and kindest words. She just couldn't get enough of your company so one day she showed up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and waited for you to let her in. You were touched by her thoughtful gesture and even more when she formally invited you to go on a date with her, which you gladly accepted.

''Hello, darling, it's good to see you today. How have you been? Ah, these? Just a small gift to show my appreciation for the coffees and the lovely company you're always providing me with. I know I didn't have to but I wanted to, it's not often someone is so willing to listen to my endless complaints about boring paperwork. You're far too kind. However I must admit, my motives for giving you this weren't entirely selfless. I wanted to ask you if you'd like to join me for dinner, tomorrow at 7 pm? Great, it's a date then, I'll come and pick you up. I'm really looking forward to it.''

You ran into AMBESSA while she was exploring the sights and wonders that Piltover had to offer. You were hurrying along, not really looking where you were going in order to avoid the evening crowd as soon as possible. This led to you hitting what felt like a wall brick but was actually the Warlord of Noxus herself. Now you're lucky you're cute, otherwise Ambessa wouldn't even spare you a glance, much less help you get back on your feet. She dusted you off and checked you for injuries while admiring your cute apologies and red face. She decided not to tease you too much, seeing as you could already barely form a sentence just because she was looking at you. Deciding that she has found her company for the rest of the day, she went off to explore Piltover with a little wonder she found on her own.

''Careful there, darling, I almost ran you over just now. You need to keep a better view of your surroundings, understood? Good, now, are you hurt anywhere? No? Do you have anywhere to be right now? In that case, I was also looking to get away from these bothersome crowds and I am quite new in town so why don't you show me some hidden spots around town? Surely you know of some, as a local yourself. Wonderful, give me your hand and let's go, wouldn't want to risk you running into someone again. You're mine for tonight, darling.''

CASSANDRA met you whilst trying to get some alone time to rest her nerves during an incredibly taxing and boring gala. She exited to the balcony, trying to get some fresh air and escape the gaggle of people which endlessly needs her attention and, frankly, she was tired of it all. Cassandra was nothing but loyal to both her family and her job but, at the same time, she wished she had some sort of an escape from it all. Her prayers were answered rather quickly, because you soon joined her on the balcony. At first, you tried to leave because you did not wish to bother the Councilor but, surprisingly, she called you out to join her and keep her company. You soon realized just how lonely and exhausted the older woman was, as the two of you made some small talk she inched closer to you, putting her hand over yours and always maintaining eye contact. By the time the night was nearing its end, you were both smitten by one another and Cassandra wasn't going to let you just slip through her fingers.

''Well, hello there. Ah ah, where are you going? Why don't you come here and join me, I promise I don't bite. Good girl, take a seat here. Have you also come here to escape the stuffy atmosphere of the gala? I must admit, I found myself here for exactly the same reason. Don't get me wrong, darling, I do love my job but it gets so terribly lonely and bothersome at times. Lucky for me that I am graced with the company of such a sweet girl. Tell me a bit about yourself? Oh, we don't have time, you say? Well then, how about we continue this conversation tomorrow, at my place? Wonderful, someone will come pick you up later in the evening, you needn't worry about a thing, sweetheart. Have a good night, I'll see you tomorrow.''

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“Saint, I’m a sinner”

Gorgon Ambessa Medarda x Blind Reader

cw : ‼️ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ // dubcon-ish // loss of virginity // breeding // rough to soft // soulmate au

i went unhinged 🥶 got an absolutely marvellous idea for gorgon medarda x blind reader but i’m kickstarting this concept with downright sin 🥲

Ambessa Medarda was taking a luxurious soak in the pond, languidly nursing a chalice of decadent wine, when, to her irritation, the moment of tranquility is rudely interrupted by unwanted visitors.

It was not unheard of for people to venture into her abode. At the same time, she only received visitors once in a blue moon. Some, lost souls gone astray, and others, foolish enough to come for her possessions, but whichever of the two they might be, they were led to the same fate. Doom was bound to befall whoever stood before the gorgon.

Medarda had always been comfortable in her own skin, and being a gorgon did not change that. As a former warlord, it was entertaining to her when people tried to challenge her. Of course, on the other hand, to a warlord like Medarda who had mastered the art of war, very few could come close, not to mention, rise to her calibre. Still, even poor rivals were infinitely better than no rivals. So, she indulged them, because by indulging them, she was indulging herself.

In the shadows, she moved, and from afar, she struck. Tactics and stratagems were usually used to quickly conquer an opponent, but she found herself using them instead to prolong the fight. She was confident in her craft, proud even, and rightfully so. Given her background in addition to her new abilities, as soon as the gorgon made herself seen, everyone would be descending into their inevitable downfall.

Although she had been forced into this new life, she had little trouble with it, but having said that, there was one thing that she found a pity. As a gorgon, Medarda could no longer partake in debauchery. Alcohol was not an issue, having enough to last another millennia. Sex on the other hand, now, that was where the inconvenience stemmed. Her new body had come with interesting modifications, so to speak, but she lacked any real specimens to experiment with them on.

Many fair maidens had come to her lair but none had left. Now, they stood lifeless amongst the many statues decorating her residence. Turning them to stone had not been her intention. In this life, some things were out of her reach, and as someone who used to attain whatever or whoever she desired, it exasperated her, to say the least.

A lover of fighting though she was, the gorgon did not take kindly to having her fun spoiled. So, without stalling time like she usually would, she had made a rather quick work of petrifying the trespasser. One out of the pair because, to her bewilderment, the lass remained standing. You were evidently, peculiarly immune to the gorgon’s presence.

She slithered towards you, and upon closer inspection, discovered that your eyes were a misty grey.

“I should kill you for your husband’s audacity. In fact,-”

“He’s n-”

Oh, how dared you cut her off!

Her jaw flexed, and her command was sharply snarled through gritted teeth.

“Silence!”

“Interrupt me again, and vision will not be your only impairment.” She spoke with a low, languid lilt, smooth at the same time like liquid silver. She circled you, studying you as if a predator would a prey, and in fact, you were, she corrected herself. You were her prey, fidgety on your feet as a cornered animal should.

“As I was saying, you would already have perished if not for your defect. Your flaw is what saved you.“

You shook like a leaf in a hurricane, accompanied by a small squeak when your chin was seized between two cold fingers and a thumb. “Then again, it’s not every day that I get a scrumptious little morsel delivering itself to me.” She made you dance to her demand, turning your head left, right, and finally, directed your eyes the colour of clouds onto her own. “And one who can stare me straight in the eyes no less. How convenient.”

“You have two options, little lass.” Thick unyielding fingers dug into your cheeks. “Give yourself up to me,-” The gorgon’s head full of snakes emitted a cacophony of hisses, small, smooth heads nudging, and tiny little tongues licking all over your face. She revelled in your shuddering breaths, red lips laced with sinister glee. “-or die.”

“Don’t both entail the same fate for me?” Your voice was but a meek murmur. “You will devour me.” It was not so much a question as a prediction.

She found you amusing. A curious creature. “Perhaps. But certainly not in the sense you’re thinking.”

From maintaining an unyielding grip on your jaw, ample fingers slid down, down to your delicate neck where immediately upon arrival, they latched on your soft flesh. A necklace designed just for you. A snug fit.

“Now, decide.“ She squeezed it a little, enough to make you wheeze.

Your fingers had found themselves on her forearm, supplication rather than rebellion. “I- I give myself up to you.”

Crimson lips stretched into a malevolent grin, displaying two evil-looking fangs. Eyes gleamed with a wicked, excited glint.

“Say no more.”

Fingers locking around a dainty wrist, she yanked, pulling you around as if you were a mere marionette for her to manipulate as she saw fit. Then, you were roughly thrown, but the bed that you fell into prevented the unpleasantness that was certain to come with the fall otherwise.

As immediately as her hands had left your wrist, they found themselves on your dainty waist, the soft, delicate flesh yielding beneath callously demanding digits.

“You see little one, even as a human, I’ve always had a healthy appetite for intimacy. It has only increased tenfold once I became a gorgon under the curse of a jealous god. The cause,…” Dragging you towards the end of the bed, she nosed your neck, felt the wild little flutter of your pulse on her lips. “…well, his prized possession of a wife cried my name in bed instead of his. Egotistical as gods are, this wounded his pride. My last dalliance was well over millennia ago, and needless to say, I have so much pent up frustrations that are in desperate need of a release.” She did a playful nibble, fang poking skin, and you gasped, ambrosia to her ears. “And here you are. A timely arrival, I must say.”

As her lips hungrily trailed down your body, goosebumps blossomed in their wake. Her fingers fisted into your garments around your hips, impressive muscles rolling beneath skin the shade of dark chocolate, as the flimsy fabric was reduced to tatters in a wink of an eye.

“Oh little lass, to say I am ridiculously, positively ravenous is an understatement.”

Medarda spoke as she took you in, tiny and lithe, helpless and sprawled naked beneath her, a delectable little morsel offered to her on a diamond platter, all hers to devour.

Her tongue flicked, joined by her fellows as they bombarded your chest with an onslaught of tongues.

In a flurry of movements, she had positioned herself between your delightfully pretty thighs that came nowhere near the size of her arm. Oh you were so, so small compared to her, and the many visual evidences fuelled the gorgon’s already burning desire.

Accompanied by sickening sounds of sinews snapping and flesh parting, a new addition to her body emerged just below her hip. Long, thick, gooey and throbbing, the gorgon was positively aching to be inside you.

“Let me show you just what true vigour really looks like. I bet your twink of a husband did not do a good job at it.”

She rested her cock atop your folds, and the warmth it provided seeped into her. Flowing through her veins, it thawed her frosty heart.

“He’s- ah-”

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

It was maddening how your dainty little body writhed, small squeaks and soft whimpers dripping down your pretty, pink lips like syrupy poison.

“-no -wait!”

Millennia. Millennia, that was how long she had waited. Medarda had done enough waiting. More than enough in fact. It was time for her to take, and oh, take, she would.

“You have willingly relinquished yourself to me. And I will do whatever I want with what is rightfully mine.”

Her tail thrashed wildly, excitedly behind her while you did the same beneath her massive stature, albeit pathetically, as her equally massive shaft pushed into your tight little cunt with an untamed desperation.

“It’s not- I- mngh!”

With a savage thrust, she bottomed out in one fell swoop. Immediately, she felt warm all over, like finally soaking in a warm bath after being drenched in a downpour. At the same time, she was not oblivious to the sensation of penetrating something that was not supposed to be there. Considering that there were day and night differences between the two of you, size for one thing, it was a given that you would tear one way or another. And yet, what she felt was entirely unexpected. A sensation both so familiar and unfamiliar, but one that definitely evoked a distant memory.

She was returning from war, another victory, and it was in a town that they had decided to rest for the night where she had seen her. A spark had ignited as soon as their eyes met. Hence, the green-eyed creature wounding up in the warlord’s bed later that night had been no surprise, but her lover for the night had bled on her sheets. After learning that it was her first time, Medarda had been more generous with her than she usually would, pampering the life out of the girl. Being the first to someone surprisingly caused in her an eruption of euphoria akin to conquering a war. Although she had enjoyed it tremendously, it had been her only experience with a maiden, and for millennia, it had remained so.

Until today, it seemed.

“I- I’ve never-” You whimpered, face contorting, and with a soft wavering exhale, continued. “-been with anyone before. And he was certainly not my husband.”

A voice so small coupled with tentative fingers roaming over her chest brought Medarda out of her little trip down memory lane. For a moment, she thought that you were going to punch her, claw her, push her back, anything, futile though they would undeniably be, but she definitely was not expecting you to only rest them there, holding onto her as if she was your salvation.

You were gazing at her, and even though Medarda knew that your eyes were not actually perceiving her, the gorgon felt miraculously seen which, after eons of no real eye contact whatsoever was a welcome sensation.

She watched as tears squeezed out of your eyes, running in thick, fat globules down your cheeks. An emotion so strong and so alien compelled her to console you, a thumb finding itself on your soft skin, gathering the endless leakage of salty droplets with a bone-melting tenderness that she thought had long been lost. And it had indeed. But you, oh beautiful, enigmatic you, who was adorably nuzzling her palm as if she had not been the cause of your suffering, brought these long lost feelings out of her.

“I- It’s not that I don’t want you. I do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted ever since I saw you for the first time.”

Puzzled, she questioned, “You can see?”

“In my mind’s eyes, yes.” And then, you added. “But I see only you, Ambessa.”

How do you know my name? , She wanted to demand.

Before she could get a word out however, dainty digits grasped her finger. Once again, she was distracted by the staggering comparison, thinking in her head that two of your fingers would not even make one of hers, when she suddenly felt something beneath her fingertips.

Letters. No, dots.

“It’s your name in Braille.” You explained sweetly. Plucking her forefinger between your delicate digits, you guided it down the length of your sternum, elucidating, “Am-bes-sa Me-dar-da” , as more dots appeared beneath her fingertip.

“I was born with it engraved on my flesh.”

In silence, she considered this new-found knowledge.

“I, too, have a name on my body.” Her fingers unfurled atop your sternum, resting betwixt your soft breasts. Your heartbeat was a delightful throb beneath her palm.

“It’s yours.”

A deduction rather than a statement.

Then, her hips shifted involuntarily. For a moment, the fact that she was entirely sheathed inside you completely slipped her mind.

The slightest of movements had you gasping sharply, helplessly, brows collapsing, and only then did the gravity of the act truly register. Not only had she acted like a savage, her frustration was only fuelled, she admitted, when she had seen you with that twink of a man. She was rightfully unimpressed by the fact that you, who was so pleasing to the eye, would even be with that…whatever that was.

If she could, she would definitely have you for herself, and she was confident that you, too, would not be immune to her. They never did. So, once she had learnt that she could truly, truly have you, her long frayed restraint had snapped, bottled-up emotions reaching to a boil until they bursted. Having said that, the way she had taken you had not been ideal, especially not at all for your first time.

Perhaps, she should rein in her demanding desires for now. Medarda had waited for almost an eternity. What difference would another day or two make?

“I will pull it out, but it’s still going to hurt, little one.”

“No- I- I want you to take me.” She felt your legs closing around her hip, caging her in. When she gazed down at you, she found your cheeks a pretty peachy pink. “I want you. Please- Just- hah- give me a moment please.” Your pleas were a dangerous thing, and unable to resist any longer, her powerful hips did a playful wicked nudge.

It had a pleasant effect of knocking the breath right out of your lungs, “It’s- mngh!” , those saccharine lips falling open in a soft, little gasp.

Alright, Medarda decided, she could be merciful to you.

She trailed kisses up your body, purposefully licking the bulge that was visible on your belly, and you shuddered beneath her, little frame quavering in her hands. Her snakes thrummed and hummed with exhilaration, practically buzzing with excitement as she was.

Meanwhile, as massive hands held you on your ribcage, her lips gingerly caressed the tenderness of your breasts, teased the soft flesh with her razor-sharp fangs. Your nipples were like ripe, plump, berries ready to be plucked and eaten. She closed her lips around one, sucked it into her mouth, and you jolted, back arching, heals digging into her hips.

Once she had given ample attention to your chest, lavishing it with kisses and bites, nibbling the soft succulent flesh of your breasts that tasted as tender and delicious as their tantalising appearance, she noticed the faintest of movements in your hip. Deep inside, your folds fluttered around her, and the gorgon took it as a sign to start moving herself. Simultaneously, her hand found home on your delicate thigh, ample fingers sinking into silky smoothness, as she split you open with her cock. Your back arched into a delicious curve, chest pressing into her own, and she held you against her, strong arm looped around your back.

Medarda had seen a great many things in her life, from splendid renaissance paintings and sculptures to dazzling diamonds, glittering gold and mountains and mountains of jewels. And yet, this little fallen angel in her arms with her opal white eyes and forbidden fruit for lips put them to shame.

She had tasted many a delicacy, from different local cuisines to other more scandalous tidbits, but none of it compared to the heavenly flavour that lingered on her tongue after she had kissed your lips sanguine.

Likewise, as a warlord, she had won a great many battles, and yet, as absurd as it might sound, touching the parts of your body that no one else had touched, reaching into the depths of your body that no one else had set foot before, was a triumph like no other.

Delicate digits furled and unfurled on her chest while she pushed and pulled, each thrust sharper, harder, deeper, more invasive and more demanding than the last. Enveloped in your silky heat, and ravished by an explosion of sensations, it did not take long for Medarda to erupt inside you, pumping your little body, her sweet little mate, full of her copious essence. She could feel every twitch, every flutter, every throb, every little detail, and it was maddeningly overwhelming. Your bodies were joined in the most profound of ways, but at the same time, it was truly an out-of-body experience.

Even though the gorgon was yet to be satiated, for you were sapped dry of stamina, she had decided to let you rest. Without her even realising, her motive along the way had shifted from using you to her heart’s content to claiming you hers. Now that it had been accomplished, the idea of just lounging in bed did not sound too bad especially now that she had her little fallen angel in her arms.

However, when she saw a mixture of her essence and your blood oozing out of your cunt as she shifted to pull out of you, she did not like it, a snarl pulling her lips taut. Medarda wanted as much of her essence staying in her sweet mate as possible. So, she scooped it all up with the tip of her cock and quickly slipped herself back inside. You whimpered weakly, but almost instinctively, she cooed into your ears, and instantly, you calmed.

Whilst her tail coiled protectively around you, your dainty frame was cradled close to her bosoms. A pleased hum that flied past your lips tumbled like candy down the canals of her ears. When your lovely little face tucked into the nook of her neck and nuzzled her pulse, body melting into her embrace, the gorgon decided right then and there that she was never letting you go.

You were unquestionably, irrevocably hers, evidenced by the branded name lying atop your very heart as well as her potent seeds nestling deep inside your womb.

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