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The perfect white towers of Demacia rose in the distance, beacons of order and might. Compared to the arcologies of Ixtal, it was almost impressive.
Almost.
Her palanquin tilted to the side, and she scolded the bearers to keep it straight. She had to keep up appearances, especially so close to the nation’s capital. But Qiyana wasn’t interested in the Great City of Demacia today. Her eyes were elsewhere, on a small, vulnerable locus of power just outside the city.
Terbisia, she’d heard it called. It was little more than a wilderness fort, a jumble of ancient ruins huddling among petricite trees in the shadow of the capital. The ground was scarred and rubble was strewn about. A team of farmers dragged a fallen tree out of her path as she approached.
It was hard to believe her target lived in such a dump. It was no place for a noblewoman, let alone one with so much potential for political power within Demacia.
But Warmother Sejuani seemed unwavering in her respect for the girl, so Qiyana decided it would at least be worth a chance. If all else failed, she could always move on to the real seat of power in Demacia: High Marshal Tianna Crownguard.
She hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Her style of negotiation worked much better on beautiful, repressed women. Women like her niece.
Luxanna Crownguard. She’d learned a bit about her from her spies. Eldest daughter of the Crownguard family. Optimistic and idealistic. Mage.
The fact that she could use magic was not at all surprising to Qiyana, but it had come off as a great scandal from her spies. She was familiar with the way Demacian society viewed magic, but she was sure the recent violent revolution would open a few minds.
And it seemed to be the case. As her palanquin stopped in front of the wooden gates of Terbisia, she counted at least five people openly practicing magic. One repairing the wall, manipulating the wood and grass to stitch the splintered timbers back together. Another hollowing out logs and sharpening stakes with fire. Another boiling a huge pot of something with much too much flair. Two others scanning her with eyes aglow.
“Empress Qiyana Yun Tal, hailing from the illustrious Cardinal Arcology of Ixaocan in the great jungles of Ixtal!” Her herald shouted at the top of his lungs, deep voice booming throughout the run-down village. All work stopped, all heads turned. She straightened up and fluffed her hair, basking in the attention. An empress was meant to be perceived, to be envied. Lusted after.
“State your business,” one of the mages at the gate grumbled, without nearly enough respect.
“You will show respect to your future empress,” her herald scolded. “A bow and apology would be a good start.” Qiyana nodded with satisfaction. She’d trained her retainers well. They knew what she expected from commoners.
Much to her horror, however, the mage at the gate did not immediately prostrate himself and beg for her forgiveness. Exceedingly disappointing. There was much work to be done before Terbisia was properly tamed. Its leader was most certainly the best place to start.
“Your future empress sent a letter to your leader. I assume she has not commanded you expect us?”
The two mages exchanged puzzled looks. They obviously had not heard of any letters.
“Look, we are still trying to rebuild-”
“What is going on here?” A woman shouldered her way onto the wall, looking down at Qiyana’s imperial palanquin with distaste.
She was certainly Luxanna Crownguard. The long blonde hair, the black headband. Silver armor polished to a mirror shine. Bright, wide eyes. She practically glowed. Or was she actually glowing?
“Empress Qiyana Yun Tal extends her most cordial greetings, Governor Luxanna Crownguard,” her herald boomed, sweeping his arm in Qiyana’s direction. She gave a small tilt of her head, the most respect she would give this fledgling noblewoman. “We expect you have received the letter.”
“Y-Yes…” Luxanna began. Her voice wavered, her brow furrowed with confusion. She scanned Qiyana’s palanquin, and the dozens of retainers trailing in its wake. “I did not expect so many of you…”
“Worry not, the empress brings her own lodgings with her. You are not expected to bear the burden of such an esteemed guest yourself.”
Qiyana had done her research, she knew Terbisia was barely enough to be called a town. As much as she hated being away from her palace, one had to make sacrifices in the name of political gain.
Although, staying outside her palace wasn’t always that bad. Her thoughts flashed back to her time in the Freljord. She dismissed the memories, bringing as much regality to bear as possible.
“I am happy to honor you with my presence, Governor Crownguard,” she said, letting the contempt practically drip off her tongue. What kind of leader would let her town fall into such ruin? And welcome such high-ranking guests in such a state?
“We are… happy to have you,” Luxanna said, still reeling from Qiyana’s arrival. “We have plenty of space within the walls for your camp.”
The gates rumbled open, and she urged her palanquin forward. The inside of Terbisia was as unimpressive as the outside. A crumbling tower was the closest to an actual building in this place. The rest were houses in various states of damage. Carpenters and blacksmiths worked nonstop to repair and expand the town.
A large open field at the edge of a cliff seemed to be the best place to make camp. She commanded her retainers to set up the tents and called her lady-in-waiting and her most trusted handmaidens to her side. By the time she straightened her crown and smoothed her regal dress, Luxanna arrived.
“What is it you wished to discuss Miss Yun tal?” Luxanna said timidly. She refused to make eye contact, and kept twirling the small staff she carried between her fingers.
Her handmaidens tittered behind her, and Qiyana raised a hand to silence them. “That is empress to you, Governor Crownguard,” she said sternly.
“M-My apologies, empress” Luxanna said, dragging her foot through the dirt. “You can call me Lux.”
“Very well,” Qiyana said with a smile. She already had the upper hand. This would be the easiest negotiation of her career. She straightened her back, making sure the low cut of her dress emphasized her breasts as much as possible. “While my retainers set up a more… private place for us to discuss matters, why don’t you show me your domain?”
“My… domain?” Lux asked. “As of now, I just have control over Terbisia. Uh, this town.” She gestured at the ramshackle buildings around her. “You’ll have to forgive the mess, we recently had a… battle.”
“Ah. And you were the victor, I assume?” Qiyana’s handmaidens followed close behind as they walked through the narrow streets and by fields of crops and livestock.
Livestock! In the seat of power!
“Um… Yes. We have partial sovereignty, and I am in charge of taking in mages from across Demacia.”
A center of magical power, then? This place was no Ixtali arcology, but it was the home to a majority of the mages in Demacia. A worthy asset. With the combined might of Ixtal’s elementalists and Lux’s mages, the Demacian military would stand no chance. An easy coup. Qiyana nodded, trying her best to look disinterested. Best not give too much away. “Very good.”
Lux continued through the town, giving a tour of the most boring parts. Mage training. Temporary housing for refugees. Communal kitchens. Childcare.
Nothing that interested her more than the woman herself.
She counted down the hours until she knew her retainers would be done setting up camp. Lux’s armor and outfit left much to the imagination, and she caught herself imagining all the different forms Lux’s body could take.
It was almost time for her own special brand of diplomacy.
“What is it you were looking to discuss, ah… empress?” Lux stopped in front of the crumbling tower for a moment before entering. The building itself was surrounded by scaffolding and loose masonry. The inside was cramped, with a rickety wooden door barely covering a hole in the wall. A squat, square table held a map of Demacia. Wooden bookshelves lined the walls, and a desk held a collection of paper and inkwells. A set of stairs led up to the mostly destroyed second floor.
They were alone. And very close. Qiyana could smell Lux’s perfume. A fruity fragrance that betrayed her youthful inexperience. She was in over her head, but she had conviction. And passion. All three of which she could take advantage of.
“I was thinking that would be a more… private matter,” Qiyana said, lowering her voice and stepping forward. Her handmaidens crowded in behind her, pushing her up against Lux.
“Oh!” Lux said, with a small, flustered gasp. She tried her hardest not to stare down the front of Qiyana’s dress. “What… could that entail?”
Qiyana ran a hand up Lux’s thigh, making sure to stop and grip her waist. Lux was still taller than her, much to her displeasure, but she didn’t use the height to her advantage. She shrunk down before Qiyana, hunching her shoulders in.
A sign of fear. Weakness. Submission.
Qiyana grinned. “I come with an offer,” she whispered, leaning in close enough to let her lips just barely brush against Lux’s ear. Lux shivered, and Qiyana watched with smug superiority as goosebumps trailed down her neck and arms.
“An offer?” Lux squeaked. “What could I possibly-”
Qiyana let out a steady stream of warm breath into Lux’s ear. She shivered again.
“I would become empress of Demacia,” Qiyana said.
“Empress?” Lux said, pulled away. “That’s… not possible.”
“Oh, but it is. With your help-”
“I will not betray the king!” Lux said, voice firm for the first time since they met.
Qiyana frowned. So she wasn’t entirely the weak-willed pushover she expected. This was a more delicate situation, then, if thoughts of treason were so impossible for her to imagine. She would have to ease her into the idea, lead her to her own conclusions before she could make the leap.
This would be a longer game than she’d thought.
“I do not expect you to commit such… atrocities!” Qiyana said, summoning up as much indignance as she could muster. Which was a lot. “In fact, I would propose a partnership.”
“Partnership? What could you have that we need?”
“For one, money.” Qiyana looked around the cracked stones and crumbling masonry. She took hold of Lux’s breastplate and pulled her in close, until she could smell her perfume once more. It was certainly growing on her. “But we should discuss such delicate matters in a more private setting.” A setting ideal for the kind of diplomacy she intended to employ.
Lux nodded slowly. She breathed heavier now, a slight flush to her face. Qiyana gave her first genuine smile. So the rumors were true. Not just a mage then…
“That’s… a good idea…” Lux said, looking over Qiyana’s shoulder and at her handmaidens.
“Oh, don’t mind them,” Qiyana said. “They accompany me everywhere.”
“Everywhere?” Lux said, suppressing another gasp as Qiyana leaned in again, pressing their chests together.
“Everywhere.”
The journey across Terbisia was a quick one. Lux dismissed calls for her attention with polite gestures or tilts of her head. She looked flustered. Just the way Qiyana wanted her. Fill her head with thoughts of her and there wouldn’t be enough room left for negotiation.
Much to Qiyana’s pleasure, her tent was all set up by the time they returned to the field. It was larger than some of the houses nearby, and much nicer as well. Embroidered cloth in the colors of the Yun Tal trimmed with gold. Support struts of the finest wood from the jungles, dark and sturdy. Ornamentation and decoration beyond excess.
Qiyana led her inside, watching her gawk at the furniture her retainers hauled halfway across the world for her. “This is… nice,” Lux mumbled.
“This is nothing compared to my palace in Ixaocan,” Qiyana said. She couldn't help but let a hint of pride slip into her voice. “Perhaps you may visit me in my chambers there as well.”
“Your chambers?” Lux asked, still eyeing the guards posted at the door.
“Of course. My bed chambers. Where all my diplomacy takes place.” Qiyana led her through the massive tent, pulling aside flaps to reveal other rooms. Somewhere outside the tent, her chef began preparing dinner. The smell wafted through the camp, making Qiyana’s mouth water. The thought of bending Lux to her will sure didn't help either.
They finally arrived. Bed chamber probably wasn't the best word for it, there wasn't a bed in sight. Instead, colorful, fluffy pillows covered every corner of the room, sometimes stacked as much as three high.
Lux looked around the room, somewhat puzzled. “What is this about a deal?” she asked.
“It's easy, Lux,” Qiyana said, walking up behind her. She stiffened as Qiyana wrapped her arms around her waist. “You need money to rebuild the town.” She ran her fingers up one thigh. “You need skilled mages to teach all your refugees.” She gripped her hips and pressed their bodies together. “And you need a strong enough military to make sure Demacia, or Noxus, doesn't get any ideas about acquiring a fresh batch of mages. And a Crownguard.” Her hands moved just under her breasts.
Lux swallowed hard. She hesitated for a moment. “And what do you get out of this?” Her voice was low, tense. She hadn’t pulled away. She hadn’t tried to leave. She hadn’t told her to stop.
“Well, I get your loyalty, for one. Some day, all of Runeterra will be mine.” Lux squirmed at that. “Don’t you worry,” Qiyana said, cruel, almost mocking reassurance. “You are allowed to plot and scheme against me in the meantime. All my sisters sure loved to.”
Lux’s struggle slowed, she could see the gears turning. The plots already forming. She would tell her brother. She would tell the king. Their struggles would be futile against Ixtal. Lux showed signs of renewed resolve, a confidence that only came from putting too much faith in a foolish plan. She would have to temper that.
“Notice the past tense, Luxanna,” Qiyana teased.
Lux nodded. “So you would give me all of that under the vague promise of fealty when you eventually return to conquer Demacia?” The disbelief was obvious. She thought her an arrogant fool.
It was no worry of hers. She would put the upstart governor in her place soon enough.
“Yes.” Qiyana moved a hand higher, squeezing Lux’s right breast. A quivering exhale in response. “I am a reasonable empress. You and your mages will be a useful addition to my empire. But not yet.” Let her get her hopes up about organizing a response, raising an army. It wouldn’t do much.
“Is that… so.” Lux’s breath hitched at the very last word. “Light…” she mumbled under her breath.
Qiyana leaned forward, lips against Lux’s ear. “Do we have a deal, governor?”
Lux shivered. “I-I can’t. It is not my place. The king-”
“I am not talking to the king. I am talking to you.” Her other hand traced Lux’s other breast. Shame she was bearing a breastplate, she would love to feel her nipples hardening under her touch.
“That’s… Yes…” Lux sagged in her arms, moaning softly at the touch. She had her.
“What do you say, governor? Shall we celebrate our newfound partnership?” Qiyana kissed her neck.
“Yes…” Lux said with a sigh. “But, in front of… them?” Her handmaidens stood behind her, watching the proceedings with bored disinterest.
“What did I say earlier? They follow me everywhere . Now, girls, help the governor out of her armor, yes?”
Her handmaidens converged on Lux with the same curt professionalism they always displayed. Fancy ladies in prim and proper dresses and Ixtali formalwear. They unfastened the buckles of Lux’s armor and took away each piece. Qiyana maintained eye contact, only stepping forward once Lux stood in her underwear, cheeks bright pink.
Her handmaidens moved to her own clothes, removing the countless pins and clasps keeping her elaborate attire together. The loose fabric fell to the floor, leaving Qiyana naked.
“Won’t you kiss me, future vassal?”
Lux took a tentative step forward, eyes raking Qiyana’s body. As much as she tried to hide it with her hands, Qiyana could see the wet spot spreading on the front of her plain white underwear.
“Come on,” Qiyana encouraged. “I won’t bite.” She gave a smile full of teeth.
Her handmaidens gathered behind Lux to nudge her forward, into Qiyana’s arms. She practically fell into them, looking up into her eyes. Qiyana leaned down, finally meeting Lux’s soft lips.
Lux proved to be inexperienced in the finer intricacies of kissing, all the better for Qiyana to take control. She pressed forward, kissing her as if Demacia was already hers. Her hands slipped up Lux’s sides, reaching her bra. Her lady-in-waiting made quick work of the clasps, and Qiyana pulled it off her chest.
“Empress…” Lux mumbled as Qiyana broke the kiss to take a nipple in her mouth. Lux gasped as she sucked and licked, moving from one to the other as the situation required. Her handmaidens held Lux, running their gentle hands all over her body.
“Empress!” Lux cried, as Qiyana slid a hand between her legs. Her underwear was almost entirely soaked through. With a smile, Qiyana pulled them down.
Lux stepped out of her underwear, moaning softly as Qiyana and her handmaidens lowered her to the pillows. Her eyes burned with a desperate need, her cheeks and neck were flushed with shame and desire in equal measure.
“Shall we?” Qiyana asked. She waited for Lux’s vigorous nod before dipping her fingers down between her legs. She found her deliciously wet, easily parting for her finger. Lux moaned again, and Qiyana’s lady-in-waiting took Lux’s head onto her lap and stroked her hair.
“Oh my, Governor Crownguard. You must’ve been lusting after me all day to be in such a state,” Qiyana teased.
“Uh…” Lux said something under her breath. She squirmed as Qiyana worked her finger deeper and lowered herself down on her stomach. She breathed on Lux’s clit, watching her tense and lift her hips in response. Her lady-in-waiting brushed a hand across her cheek and whispered encouragement in her ear.
That did the trick. Lux’s hips lowered and her toes curled as Qiyana dragged her tongue all across her clit. The rest of her handmaidens softly traced Lux’s body as she worked.
Lux just whispered “empress” over and over as her thighs tensed around Qiyana’s head. A long quiver ran through her body as she clamped down on Qiyana’s finger, bucking her hips against her tongue as she came.
“Very good, Luxanna…” Qiyana’s lady-in-waiting muttered as Lux looked up at her in a daze.
“Yes, indeed,” Qiyana said, sitting up and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She made sure Lux was watching as she slid her wet finger into her mouth. “You made quite the mess of me.”
Lux flushed and looked away. One of Qiyana’s handmaidens took the opportunity to kiss her neck, drawing out another gasp and twitch of her legs.
“Quite sensitive, are we?” Qiyana teased. She slid her hands up Lux’s stomach, over her breasts, and up to her shoulders. “Why don’t we take a break with you and let you please your empress?” she asked, leaning back on a pile of pillows and spreading her legs.
Lux nodded, and her handmaidens helped her up to crawl over to her before kneeling down next to Qiyana.
“Amaru, show Governor Crownguard how to please her empress properly .”
Her lady-in-waiting nodded, settling between Qiyana’s legs. She traced her just the way she liked to be teased, light touches with just enough pressure not to tickle. “Are you paying attention, Luxanna?” Amaru asked, with a gentle, yet commanding, matronly tone.
“Y-Yes, ma’am.”
Qiyana smiled and laid her head back into the lap of one of her handmaidens. The lady began to run her fingers through Qiyana’s hair, careful not to cause too much damage to her immaculate hairstyling.
“She likes when you do it like this,” she heard Amaru say, just before pressing her hand between her legs hard. Qiyana moaned, nipples stiffening as pleasure rushed between her legs. Two of her handmaidens took a nipple each, sucking and gently biting as Amaru worked. She was surrounded by hands and mouths, leaving no part of her untouched.
She lost track of time, it was easy under Amaru’s talented and diligent hands.
“Oh… Miss Crownguard… You mustn’t…” Amaru groaned, fingers trembling as they ran down the sides of Qiyana’s pussy.
Qiyana’s eyes snapped open. Amaru was on her knees, ass stuck high in the air as Lux gripped her hips and worked her tongue from behind. Before Qiyana could complain, Amaru lowered her head and licked her.
She would be lying if Amaru moaning into her clit didn’t turn her on. And Lux didn’t look too bad servicing her, either. Amaru was so loyal, she deserved a reward. And she couldn’t be seen pleasuring her lady-in-waiting in front of the other handmaidens, so it was just as well.
Amaru’s moans sent pleasant vibrations into her as Lux noisily ate her out. The girl’s experience notwithstanding, she had enthusiasm. It was a pleasant sight, made even more pleasant by her handmaidens stripping naked as well. Her eyes wandered over their bodies, each carefully selected to her exact tastes. She moaned, and her hips involuntarily pressed up and into Amaru’s mouth. She nodded to her handmaidens, and one moved behind Lux and massaged her breasts as she licked Amaru. Once Lux was moaning into Amaru’s pussy, it was only a matter of time before Amaru’s moans grew more ragged and desperate.
“I… will finish first,” Qiyana demanded, panting as a pleasant warmth spread through her body. Amaru looked up at her, something more than loyal respect flashing in her eyes.
Qiyana wasn’t sure what it was, but it sent emotions spiraling within her, quickly dragging her to the edge. Her handmaidens resumed touching her, the sensations easily pushing her over. Qiyana pressed her thighs against Amaru’s head, locking her ankles around her neck as her orgasm rippled through her body.
Amaru was right behind her, moaning desperately into her pussy as Lux continued to lick until she was a wet mess on the floor.
Moans still filled the room when Qiyana recovered from her orgasm. Amaru was curled up at her feet, snoring gently in the afterglow. So who…
Qiyana’s handmaidens surrounded Lux, their hands and mouths and tongues working her all over. They alternated positions. Sucking on her nipples, playing with her hair, kissing her neck, licking her clit, fingering her. They didn’t give Lux a break as they brought her right up to the edge.
“Enough,” Qiyana commanded, sitting down next to Lux. Her handmaidens stopped, leaving Lux an overstimulated, whimpering mess at her side.
“Please!” Lux begged. She was covered in red marks, some of them already fading to a dark purple. Her nipples were dark red and stiff, her pussy practically dripped onto the pillows under her round ass.
“Hm…” Qiyana pursed her lips, sliding a finger into Lux. Her sighs of relief were cut short as she realized Qiyana wasn’t moving.
“Please…”
“What has my vassal done to deserve this?” she asked.
“I-I accept… the deal…” Lux said, looking up at Qiyana with wide, pleading eyes. “Now please…”
Qiyana nodded to her handmaidens and withdrew her finger. They went back to work on Lux. She watched partly out of curiosity, mostly out of arousal. She was ashamed to admit it, but she wished she was in Lux’s position. She wished she could submit so thoroughly to her handmaidens like that. But appearances must be maintained.
“Worry not,” Amaru’s voice was soft and understanding in her ear. “I have you.” Delicate arms slipped around her waist, pulled her back. Hands worked down to her inner thighs, sliding up to spread her open.
“Amaru…” Qiyana groaned, eyes locked on Lux’s quivering body.
“They aren’t watching,” Amaru whispered, hands finding Qiyana’s clit. She rubbed in tiny, gentle circles. Qiyana was used to having it more rough than this, but something about Amaru’s gentle touch awakened something within her. A desire for her she’d never felt before. A desire that went beyond demonstrations of power and loyalty.
“Right,” Qiyana said, leaning back against Amaru’s body as she touched her. She imagined being in Lux’s place, with Amaru in the lead. Telling them exactly what to do, exactly what she liked. Taking control of the situation, pleasuring her like no one else knew how to…
“A-Amaru!” she gasped softly. How was she already this close? This was nowhere near what she’d taken before. But something about the intimacy of it all brought her right to the edge in mere minutes.
“It’s okay, my empress,” she said, kissing her on top of the head. “I’ve got you. Cum for me. Please.”
Qiyana’s mind went blank. She shuddered, choking back a ragged moan before it could give her away. She arched her back, bucking her hips forward as hot waves washed over her.
“That’s it…” Amaru mumbled, slowly lowering Qiyana to the pillows as she melted into a soaked, twitching mess. Somewhere far off in the distance, Lux reached her orgasm as well.
Her sweet moans and begging faded as Qiyana fell asleep.
“Go on, she’s in here.”
Qiyana shot awake, scrambling to her feet as she realized she was not alone.
But before she could take a single step, bindings of blinding light lashed her into place. Lux stood on the opposite end of the room as a steady stream of heavily armored soldiers moved into the room.
“Qiyana Yun Tal, I am charging you with conspiracy against the crown.”
Qiyana groaned. This wasn’t her first time being accused of grand conspiracy, and frankly, it was getting quite tiring to escape from these situations. She struggled against the magical bindings; it wouldn’t be as trivial an escape as normal, but she could do with a change of pace.
“After our loving agreement?” Qiyana asked innocently. “Aww, and I thought I liked you, Governor Crownguard.”
Lux smiled, mask of innocence fading to smug self-satisfaction. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, empress.”
“Ah, but every game must end, right?” Qiyana said with a laugh. She’d been played. Oh well, there was always her aunt.
“I’m afraid so,” Lux said. “Arrest her.”
“Perhaps later,” Qiyana said, calling upon the grass and rock and water around her to burst out of the magical bindings and bind the soldiers in place. She dashed through the room, weaving between soldiers as she made her escape.
There was nothing like Demacian diplomacy.