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Lux’s footsteps rang through the dark stone corridor of the dungeon, signaling all who encountered her to move out of the way. Lady Luxanna Crownguard was the fairest dame in all Demacia, beloved by all. Anyone who met her professed she was the kindest, sunniest personality they had the pleasure of knowing, but those footsteps said she was in a mood… and when Lux was in a mood, she was not to be fucked with.

Her destination was a heavy steel door at the end of the corridor - the very deepest depth of the dungeon. Two guards flanked it; they straightened to attention upon recognizing Lux.

“Agent Crownguard of the Illuminators,” she said briskly, though she needed no introduction, “I am here to interrogate the prisoner.”

They saluted and immediately set to unlocking the door. Lux continued issuing instructions.

“I shall knock three times once I am finished with the prisoner. Until then I am not to be disturbed.”

She pushed the door open with a metallic squeal, but paused once more before going in. “And one more thing: if you hear screaming, no you didn’t.”

She entered the cell and the guards closed and locked the door behind her with an ominous clang.

“Oooooooo,” sang a voice inside, “Little Miss Sunshine’s gonna make me scream. I’m sooooo scared.”

The dungeon of the royal palace was designed to contain mages of the highest power. This cell was their most secure, meant only for the most dangerous captives. Behind the reinforced door, in the center of the petricite-lined walls, was an iron cage, hardly fit even for an animal (which, in Demacia’s mind, mages were). Although, the woman it held seemed right at home. Her skin was so pale it was nearly grey, causing a shocking contrast to her electric blue hair and fiery magenta eyes, but one could hardly tell beneath the layers of soot and ash that coated her: souvenirs from the spree that landed her here in the first place. Most notable of all, a toothy, manic grin split her face from ear to ear.

“Shut up, Jinx,” Lux snapped. “You’re hardly in a position to poke fun.”

“But fun’s why I’m here! And I was having plenty of it too, before you spoilsports dumped me in the slammer.”

She squirmed around on the floor of the cage while she spoke - kicking her legs, grabbing at the bars, as if exploding with insatiable energy even more potent than her usual hyperactiveness.

The purple, nearly glowing veins around her eyes would explain that.

“Thousands in gold worth of damage,” said Lux, coming up to the cage, “including two collapsed buildings. Five dead, twelve injured, and on top of that - “ She crouched right as Jinx pressed her face to the bars so that she was staring right into that pink gaze “ - you’re high again. You call that fun?”

Jinx crooned, “oh, Luxie, Luxie, Luxie. Don’t be boring. Dontcha wanna have fun with me?”

With that, she lolled out her tongue and licked an iron beam. Lux’s lip curled… even as liquid heat pooled below her belt. 

“Oh, I’ll have my fun with you,” she promised, “but not before you’ve been punished for the damage you caused.”

It shouldn’t have been possible for Jinx’s grin to get any wider, but it did. Her long, claw-like nails scratched at the floor in excitement. There was clearly an energy inside of her now that had nothing to do with Shimmer. Still she whispered, “and what if I don’t feel like playing along?”

“Well then we’ll never get to the good part, will we?”

Lux stood up straight so that Jinx had to crane her neck. “Take your clothes off. And if you put on a good enough show for me, I’ll consider being merciful.”

Jinx giggled high-pitched. She crawled backwards on all fours to the middle of the cage, where she got on her knees. Biting her plump, red lip, she dragged her nails down the front of her neck and breasts to the clasp at the front of her cropped black shirt. She undid it with a snap, then wound her toned arms around her lithe waist to do the same to the one in the back. She took ample time rolling the shirt up, revealing her petite, pale breasts. Lux’s tongue darted out to wet her lips - her nipples were already hard.

Jinx giggled again, as if smelling her arousal from meters away, and brought a hand to one of those pretty pink buds. She pinched and twisted her nipple, letting out soft “oh, oh” sounds as she did. Lux could have watched that all day, but Jinx was having far too much fun with it, and that wouldn’t do.

“Enough stalling,” she ordered. “Pants next.”

“Okaaaaay,” Jinx responded with a roll of her eyes, but she was already popping open the buttons. This was the tricky part: the cage wasn’t tall enough to stand up in; it was barely tall enough for her to kneel. She would have to contort herself to get them off quickly.

And gods, did she ever.

Abuzz with Shimmer as she was, Jinx practically threw herself onto her back and arched her hips off the floor as she slid the pants down, giving Lux an ample view of the space between her legs. The cute thatch of blue hair, the swollen lips below… and the pink-tinged wetness that coated them.

She was soaked.

Lux felt a powerful throb between her own legs. She couldn’t wait anymore.

“Enjoying the show?” teased Jinx, kicking her feet to get her pants all the way off and using it as an excuse to open her legs wider. The guards already took her boots and socks, so she was left in nothing but the leather choker around her neck, and what a sight to behold that was.

“You’ve done very well,” Lux purred, then her tone hardened, “but I think I’ve let you roam free long enough.”

She unclipped the leather-wrapped handcuffs at her belt. Jinx’s eyes widened and her nostrils flared.

“Put out your hands.”

Jinx hopped back to her knees, but instead of holding out her hands towards Lux she reached her arms above her head and twined them through the ceiling of the cage. When Lux shot her a disapproving glare, she cheekily said, “you didn’t say where I should put my hands.”

Lux sighed. In two steps she crossed to the cage, shoved her hand through the bars, snatched Jinx’s wrist, and yanked her forward. Jinx gasped as she fell, catching herself with her free hand. Before she could react, Lux snapped one cuff around the wrist she held and pulled the chain back through the bars.

“You almost earned yourself a reprieve. But then you had to go and be a brat.”

Jinx’s response was to laugh uproariously while Lux secured the other cuff. She’d wrapped the chain around one of the bars and under the lowest crossbeam so that Jinx was forced to bend over. The stone floor scraped her bare knees and her arms would surely ache by the time they were done… but Lux knew Jinx well enough to know that the pain made it all the sweeter for her.

Lux slowly prowled around the cage, her gaze never leaving Jinx. She looked so beautiful like this, a caged bird for Lux’s personal admiration, her personal use. But of course she couldn’t tell her that yet. This was, after all, a punishment.

She rounded the opposite side of the cage, pressing up against it so that the top of it came up about to her stomach. The heat in her core burned fiercer at the mouth-watering sight of Jinx’s naked behind wriggling in the air. As a matter of fact, all of Jinx was squirming - from the Shimmer high, yes, but most of all from anticipation.

Far be it from Lux to keep her waiting. She reached into the cage once more to scoop up Jinx’s thighs and pull them farther back so that her ass pressed against the cold metal bars. Lux took a moment to run her hands appreciatively over that ass before withdrawing. By now Jinx was chanting, “Lux, Lux,” under her breath in between biting her bloody lip. She quavered at the sound of Lux’s belt being unclasped… and then at the sound of a much different, intimately familiar harness.

Lux poked the strap through the gap in the bars that perfectly framed Jinx’s pussy and prodded her entrance with the tip. “Before this is over,” she said, “I want to hear how very sorry you are.”

“Hah!” Jinx barked. “Good luck with tha - ah, ah, ahhhhh!”

The initial slipping inside of her was sudden, causing a blaze of fire down Jinx’s legs, but then Lux teased her with rapid but shallow thrusts, just the first inch or two. Jinx’s pussy was greedy, though, and gradually sucked more of the length in until Lux was buried to the hilt. She fucked Jinx deep and even, in and out, in and out, in and out, enough for her to be beside herself with pleasure but not nearly enough to finish. Her moans were all but growls, which seemed right, caged as she was like a depraved beast in a rut.  Lux, for her part, was fixated on the sight of her writhing body - from this angle she could just see the flesh of her breast, bouncing with every thrust. She was like a puppet dancing on the end of Lux’s strings.

Or should she say, on the end of her cock.

“Blondie, blondie,” Jinx huffed. She felt like a knot of molten metal was tying itself tighter in her gut every time the strap slid back in. “Too much, too much, gonna cum - !”

“No you aren’t,” Lux scolded. “I haven’t heard you say you’re sorry yet.”

“‘M not gonna,” she moaned stubbornly.

“Then we’ll be here a long time. I can go all day.” As it was, Lux could already feel bruises forming on her hips from constantly hitting the bars, but it was so worth it. She could always make Jinx kiss them better later.

So she kept rocking into her, stroking the sensitive flesh inside of Jinx. She had to reach into the cage and grip Jinx’s thighs just to hold her steady from how much she was squirming. The poor girl felt like she was melting from the inside out, pressing her forehead to the floor like she was about to become a puddle on it. She might, too - she was certainly wet enough. Her pussy made delicious squelching noises in time with the motion of the strap.

Well worth the bruises, Lux decided.

And still, every time Jinx’s walls clenched around the strap, she would slow the pace, never letting that sweet burn be satisfied. Jinx was at the point of whining aloud now. “Lux, come on, come on, come on.”

“You know what you have to do,” cooed Lux. “Or are you such a slut that you wanna just keep taking it?”

She bucked into a mid-depth thrust that massaged Jinx’s g-spot perfectly. Jinx gasped, and moaned, and forced her mouth to form around the words.

“I’m sor…”

She groaned deeply as Lux’s pace sped up. “What was that?”

Jinx abandoned her pride. She was so close, she needed it, and she needed it now.

“I’m sorry! Fuck, fuck, Lux, I’m sooo sorry!”

Her sweet, sweet cries were nearly enough to send Lux over her own edge. “Finally,” she moaned. “Now cum like a good slut.”

Jinx did; she came hard, her body twisting as much as her restraints allowed. The guards definitely heard her howl.

Jinx collapsed on the floor the second Lux pulled out of her, panting like a dog. Lux let her lie there while she tucked the false phallus into her pants and buckled herself back up. Then she walked around to Jinx’s front and knelt to untie her.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Jinx’s grin told her what they both knew: that nobody else in the world would have been able to get those words out of Jinx. Not if they tortured her for days, not if they held her at gunpoint. Lux did it with ten minutes and a strap.

She held her hand up to the bars. Without hesitation Jinx pressed her face against them, nuzzling Lux’s palm through the gap. Lux tilted her hand and pushed her fingertips against her lips, and in her blissful, fucked-out state, Jinx was in no mood to disobey. She parted her lips and let Lux slip two fingers into her mouth, lapping at them kittenishly.

“Here’s what’s going to happen now,” Lux went on. “You’re going to get dressed and wait thirty minutes. Then come meet me in my bedroom and we’ll have all the fun you want.” She flashed a grin of her own. “Of whatever kind you want.”

She stood, walked to the door, and hammered three times. “Just try not to kill anyone on your way out.”

The sound of the door slamming shut behind her masked Jinx’s cackle as she spat out the item Lux gave her: a small, silver key.