When Noxus had been driven out of Ionia and forced to return to their own shores, Riven had not gone with them. Thus, she was left stranded in the place of her disillusionment. At first, Riven aimlessly wandered Ionia. The shattered remains of her armour and gear slowly shed behind her until she found a new family in one of the villages.
When it was discovered who she truly was, Riven was all too ready to throw herself on the mercy of the Ionians... or, perhaps, on their swords. And yet, many of the Ionians recognized her as something of a hero. Someone who protected the weak and those who surrendered from the more bloodthirsty Noxians.
She was brought to one of the village leaders: Karma the Enlightened One. Recognizing the honour and honesty in Riven's heart, Karma accepted her (perhaps seeing in Riven a branch for peace between Noxus and Ionia).
In time, living in the village, Riven found redemption. Then self-forgiveness. Then inner peace. Finally, with Karma, she found love.
It was unusual for leaders to take a lover outside of Ionia. However, as Karma was already known for bucking traditions, her union with the Noxian exile found no complaints. In fact, there was much celebration. To the world, the couple were a proud, stoic pair: the leader and her personal guardian, the sorceress and the swordswoman.
Alone in the comfort of each other's arms, they unleashed a passion and a playfulness that even took themselves by surprise, culminating in a ritual of foreplay that would seem a shock were it not built to so gradually they wouldn't have it any other way.
Topless, on her knees, and tugging at the leather shackles on her wrists, Riven smiled up at her lover and tucked her chin against the collar around her neck. Normally, she wouldn't even entertain the notion of wearing such a thing. For Karma, however, she wore it with pride.
Smiling back at her, Karma stroked Riven's face. "My dear Riven," she sighed, "I can tell that you are still troubled by your past and what you've done. Every little misstep seems to bring you back there and you end up begging my forgiveness at every turn. Well, if, after all this, you are still seeking forgiveness, you can start..." She lifted her bare foot, cleaned with scented oils just minutes prior, and pressed it into Riven's face, wiggling her toes on the bridge of her lover's nose. "By kissing my feet."
Tags: bondage, bdsm, foot licking, slave, collar, leash, lesbians, video games
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Story by Hoshino |
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Artwork by Vincenzo Pietropaolo, Slasher |
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