Riven's Twisted Common Sense: Footjob Enema

The next morning, Riven woke slowly from bed without having dreamt of anything bad. Her fever had broken a little, but for some reason she still felt limp all over.

After eating a few bites of flatbread, Ron leaned in, untied her cloth socks, and used a piece of iron to scrape off the herbal essence that had already turned dark green, sealing it into a bottle.

After the peace of last night, Riven clearly trusted Ron much more.

After breakfast, she wrapped herself in Ron's clothes and went out for a walk. Though she was still weak, her body wasn't so bad that she couldn't move.

Today, Ron extracted the second batch of herbal essence and began preparing the next step of her training.

At night, he played with her delicate feet again, and after the warrior fell asleep, he dripped a little of Ionia's potent aphrodisiac onto them.

Treatment and drug conditioning continued like that for three days. By then, Ron had already used the magical herbs to strip every trace of unease from Riven's mind, and the next stage of training could begin in earnest.

He poured the black nightmare powder extracted from the herb residue into a container, then added magical resin carrying an enormous amount of magic, followed by magical spring water and a lightning magic stone, forging it into a solid dark-green cylindrical crystal.

The Pillar of Nightmares, that was the name he gave his magical creation.

That night, Ron carried a wooden basin over to Riven.

"I'll wash myself," Riven said as she took the basin.

Ron nodded, then handed her a small cup of clear distilled potion. "Use this first today. It's not as good as the plant essence, but it still has a warming effect."

"The herbs are used up. I'll go buy more tomorrow."

"Mm, thank you." Riven took the bottle from him and smiled. Then, after washing her feet clean, she poured the distilled potion onto them.

For some reason, Riven even regretted not having let Ron massage her.

But she was just an ordinary soldier, while Ron was the legitimate son of the once-glorious Trapein family. He was a noble, and he had already taken care of her for so long that Riven felt she had more than imposed on him enough.

"Put your feet out."

As soon as she had finished applying it, Ron immediately said in a commanding tone.

Riven obediently extended both feet for him to inspect, with not the slightest trace of dissatisfaction on her face.

"Mm, impressive."

After firmly squeezing Riven's tender feet, Ron nodded.

From the way her whole body trembled when he pinched them, her toes' sensitivity had risen to about three times that of an average person. That was practically the limit of what magical herbs could achieve.

"You... want to sleep?" Riven suddenly asked.

"Why do you ask?" Ron said, a little surprised.

"Mm..." Riven hesitated for a moment. "I think I'm pretty much better now."

Ron understood what she meant. Riven felt bad about taking up his bed all this time.

He smiled. "Sleeping anywhere is the same."

Seeing that Riven didn't quite know how to answer, he added, "I still need to mix a few more potions. You sleep first."

"Then... you come sleep on the bed too." Riven suddenly said, her face red.

"After all, you're a noble..."

She added the last part as if she were trying to find some excuse for the suggestion.

"Mm, sure." Ron nodded, then went back to mixing the potions.

Whether for Riven's training or for the future when he would leave this life behind, he needed to prepare a few insurance measures for himself.

...

Late that night.

"Brr, so cold!"

Without the magical plant essence, the pressure on her mind once again kept Riven from sleeping.

What made her even more uncomfortable were her feet. The cold wind inside the cave made her delicate soles feel bone-chillingly cold, nothing like the warmth and comfort they had felt over the past few days.

When people realize they're cold, they can't help but move closer to the fire, and Riven was no different.

Almost instinctively, she shifted a little closer to his side, and a pair of beautiful feet suddenly brushed against something hot.

Agile yet still graceful, Riven shuddered all over. "Ron?"

There was no answer. It seemed Ron was asleep.

Her full, perky breasts and round, firm ass relaxed a little, while her smooth, shapely legs grew even more brazen as they settled across Ron's body.

So warm, Riven thought.

Ron had a strong body; even without her help, he should still be able to escape from a mudslide.

Since he was asleep, he probably wouldn't mind her movements.

In the darkness, Riven didn't even know whether she had blushed. She carefully flattened her feet, curious what exactly she had pressed her soles against.

A thigh?

No.

After feeling the shape of the hot thing with her toes, Riven suddenly trembled.

Could this be his "thing"?

After her toes brushed against that hot object, Riven subconsciously rubbed it between both feet.

It did seem to be "that thing."

Riven became even more certain of her guess.

But... it was so warm.

She couldn't stop herself from clamping both feet around Ron's cock and stroking it.

For a moment, she thought she was filthy and obscene, but that strange rush of pleasure only drove her feet to keep going.

Her long legs and sensitive soles kept working, and before she knew it, a sticky fluid had filled the space between her feet.

At the same time, she was afraid the creaking of the wooden bed and the sound of movement would wake Ron, so her body had to remain in a carefully restrained tension.

Before long, Riven felt the cock between her feet growing larger and harder.

So much so that her feet could no longer fully wrap around it.

How could it be that big?

Such a shy question rose in Riven's mind.

But what she didn't know was that Ron had already woken up.

It looked like the powerful aphrodisiac from Ionia had finally begun to take effect.

Ron stole a glance at Riven and saw that not only was she shamelessly giving him a footjob, she was also rubbing and kneading those soft, full breasts, her face flushed red.

Even so, the size of Riven's breasts still surprised him.

He had known she always bound them, but he had only assumed they would feel fairly soft. He hadn't expected them to be this full.

Night-vision magic really was useful.

"Mm, so good... so warm... so..."

Riven let out a depraved moan that even she couldn't believe. Just as she was about to bring her sensitive feet to climax, Ron suddenly said, "Riven, you..."

"Ah!"

Ron truly startled her, but within two seconds of her scream, he saw that her feet still had no intention of stopping.

"S-sorry, I... I..."

Riven felt utterly mortified. Embarrassment, shame, despair, and self-reproach all churned one after another in her mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Even though the room was pitch black, Riven still covered her face with both hands.

"Sorry..." she repeated with a sob, and her heart sank lower and lower.

I...

What is he going to think of me?

I'm not a depraved woman, so what have I done...

I was just... just...

"Riven."

Seeing her sink into despair and self-blame, Ron reached out and stroked her hair. "I know some people develop this kind of need after trauma. Even if you don't say anything, I can see you've been under a lot of pressure lately."

Riven looked up at him. His comfort didn't make her feel any better, but she still longed for the hope this man gave her.

"This isn't your fault. It's just a normal psychological response," Ron said, staring straight into her eyes.

"B-but it really is me..." Riven shook her head in self-reproach. The fear and unwillingness in her heart only grew stronger, but Ron's words still warmed her from within.

After lighting the candle by the bed, Ron said to her again, "Don't be afraid."

He took her hand and made her hold his cock, saying, "Come on, be good. Say that this isn't your fault."

"This..."

Riven lowered her head shyly. She couldn't bring herself to say it without shame.

"This isn't your fault," Ron repeated.

"This isn't my fault..." Riven tried to repeat.

"Yes. Keep going."

Ron urged her on in a commanding tone.

He's giving me an order. Yes, I have to obey the order.

"This isn't my fault." Riven said it again while looking at him.

"Good." Ron said with satisfaction, and took hold of Riven's other hand, making her place both hands around his massive cock.

Whether it was the aphrodisiac from Ionia or the days of constant psychological suggestion, Ron knew that when Riven faced him now, she had already turned self-blame into dependence and trust.

"Continue," Ron ordered in a cold voice.

Riven's eyes trembled.

"This isn't my fault."

But she quickly answered in a serious tone.

"Does it feel warmer now?" Ron asked as he touched her hands. The wounds under Riven's bandages gave off a faint sting.

Her self-healing wasn't very strong, but the quality of Ionia's herbs was fairly good.

"Mm~" Riven blushed and nodded. Cold wind brushed over her sticky feet, making her shiver, and she instinctively moved closer to Ron again.

Her hands were now just as sticky as her feet, but for some reason she didn't hate that feeling.

Still, because of the pain, her discomfort was noticed by him all the same.

Ron sat up and stroked Riven's cheek. "Come on, Riven. Don't worry about your nightmares, and don't think about the future. Let yourself vent properly."

Let herself vent properly...

Riven looked at Ron, her toes clenching tightly.

Vent properly? That should also be an order.

Yes. I should obey orders. Obey his orders. Only obey his orders.

Thinking that, Riven pressed her white, delicate feet against Ron's cock. "Mm~" The scorching heat made her whole body shiver with comfort.

Then Riven lowered her head and sniffed hard at the obscene scent coming off Ron's cock.

So big! Was I just scraping my toes against this thing a moment ago?

"Open your mouth."

Open my mouth... that's an order too.

Riven obediently opened her mouth. Ron tightened his waist, and the enormous glans thrust straight into her mouth, only to be lightly pushed by a scorching tongue.

The little mouth that could roar on the battlefield and send Ionia's people into terror was now stuffed full by his huge cock.

With the foreign object in her mouth, Riven breathed heavily through her nose. Seeing her face flushed red, Ron's cock couldn't help but thrust a little deeper.

Riven hadn't even had time to get used to the huge, burning thing in her mouth before she felt it swell again.

"Mm!" She hurriedly let out a pained cry, and Ron reached out to stroke her hair.

"Don't be afraid, and don't be shy."

Riven looked into his eyes.

"You're doing the right thing," he said.

Yes. I'm doing the right thing.

She thought it with certainty.

Only this way can I stop him from worrying about me, and keep from becoming a burden to him.

Even though Riven had never done this before, she still somehow instinctively bobbed her head up and down, and that strong little mouth immediately gave Ron a pleasure no less satisfying than the pussy of a top-tier whore.

Her tough mouth was not only strong, but tight, able to wrap effectively around every inch of his cock.

Riven's sweet saliva, while she worked hard at sucking him off, drew out Ron's taste. Very quickly, not only her mouth and tongue, but even her nose was filled with his scent.

This was the same thing she had just been teasing with her toes, the symbol of his masculinity.

Watching Ron's relaxed expression, Riven felt a surge of pride she couldn't hold back.

For a fleeting instant, she was glad she'd washed her toes clean, but she remembered that Ron had once praised her beautiful feet.

If he said it, then it must be right.

Thinking that, Riven sucked even more earnestly on Ron's cock.

As for Ron, the one who had set all this in motion, he simply watched it all in silence, enjoying Riven's rough, inexperienced service.

By now, this Noxian warrior who had once charged across the battlefield was already in his pocket. After so many days of psychological suggestion and aphrodisiac conditioning, what erupted from Riven today wasn't just lust, but also the common sense that had been slowly rewritten by him.

And more important than that was Riven's fragile mental defenses after the betrayal.

While letting Riven keep sucking him off, Ron subtly adjusted his position and their posture.

First, he took from the bedside an enema device he had bought from the people of Piltover. Then he carefully inserted the bead-like tip into Riven's asshole.

"Hiss!" The pain made Riven let out a sharp breath. She only felt a tube-like foreign object stuffed into her ass and struggled to turn around and see what was happening.

"Don't move." Ron frowned at her. His commanding tone quickly calmed Riven down.

"By my judgment, the toxins that have accumulated in your body should already have moved into your intestines. This is the perfect time to flush them out with an enema," he said.

"But..." Riven spat out his cock and panted beneath his hips for a moment.

"But this is so embarrassing."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about." He shook his cock slightly and flicked it toward Riven's face. "I really don't know what you're thinking."

"Is that so..." Riven thought for a moment, then lifted her head and asked, "How am I doing? Does it feel good to you?"

Ron helped smooth her tangled hair. "The important thing is whether it feels good to you."

...

"I... I think it's fine." Riven nodded as if she half understood, then bent down again and kissed the glans of Ron's cock.

She only wanted this man to feel comfortable, because then she herself would feel happy too.

"I'm going to start. You might feel a little uncomfortable, but that's a normal reaction." After pouring a mixture of aphrodisiac and herbs into the enema device, Ron immediately switched it on.

Damn, this oversized enema device really isn't convenient at all, but the disposable ones used for training are too small.

Ron sighed helplessly, then stroked Riven's cheek.

"Mm..."

After the cold liquid spread through her rectum, Riven couldn't help trembling.

Her ass and intestines grew fuller and fuller, and an uncontrollable urge to defecate rose from her asshole. But she clenched her teeth and forced her sphincter to lock the cold liquid inside her body.

"It hurts..."

Half of the purple liquid in the crystal container had already been injected. The pressure inside her anus had changed from simple fullness to unbearable pain, and Riven trembled uncontrollably, her pale knuckles gripping the bedsheets, beads of sweat falling one after another.

"It hurts so much... It hurts like hell..."

Riven couldn't help moaning. Ron also felt she was nearing her limit, but he couldn't help being curious about how far her anus could be stretched.

Time ticked by one second at a time. By the time all the purple liquid had been injected into Riven's asshole, the unbearable urge to expel it almost shattered her sphincter. But in order not to disappoint Ron, Riven still forced every muscle in her body to tighten and clamped down on the enema tube.

"As expected of you, Riven."

Ron pressed his cock against Riven's nose, letting her breathe in his scent in great gulps.

The saliva Riven had left on his cock slapped against her face with soft popping sounds.

"It hurts..." Riven looked at Ron. She could only manage a voice a little louder than a moan.

Gently stroking Riven's cheek, Ron took out a pocket watch. Since the enema liquid had gone in, he had been timing her, and by now Riven had already held it for over a minute.

"If you can't hold it anymore, tell me. Don't force yourself," he said.

Riven nodded. She closed her eyes in pain and did everything she could to endure the liquid being squeezed between her sphincter and her intestines.

So painful.

No, it's too painful.

No, I have to hold on. I can't make him worry even more.

But... why, why is it so hot, why is it so hot inside my ass...

No, I can't...

I can't hold it anymore...

I, I can do this...

In the end, so as not to make the other think she was a troublesome woman, Riven somehow held on for a full seven minutes.

It was only when Ron truly saw that she couldn't take it anymore that he helped press the button on the enema device. Otherwise, ten minutes probably wouldn't have been a problem.

For a first enema, under a dose three times that of an ordinary person, not only lasting seven minutes but also allowing her to keep her sanity, she was truly worthy of being called the Exile's Blade.

"That's enough."

With Ron's order, Riven's asshole could no longer hold back the urge to expel the contents. The instant the pressure was released, her sphincter abandoned its grip on the liquid, and the aphrodisiac-herb mixture, mixed with the heat of her body, burst out in a dark purple spray and flowed down the tube into the wooden basin beside the bed.

Though it was Riven's foot-washing basin, there was no way they could let it spill onto the floor at a time like this.

"Haah... haah... haah..."

Freed at last, Riven sprawled beneath Ron's hips in a dazed, lust-drunk state. It seemed that this enema had directly brought her to the first orgasm of her life.

Once Riven had recovered, Ron stood up and looked at the cock before him with some reluctance, while Riven's mind, blank from climax, slowly began to recover her senses.

Ron poured a basin of clean water into the enema device and, under Riven's loving yet fearful gaze, reset it.

"Again...?" Riven asked in some fear.

"No, just rinsing it out." Ron smiled. This time it went quickly. After three rounds of rinsing with clean water, Riven's asshole and rectum were completely cleaned out.

"You're amazing, Riven. Most people couldn't endure that kind of pain."

At last, he injected some primitive Ionia aphrodisiac into Riven's rectum, then used two fingers to pry open her red, enticing petals, and the instant her sensitive nub was stimulated, Ron swiftly stuffed the nightmare pillar he had refined with magic into Riven's asshole as a butt plug.

"Mm... ah..."

Now, as long as that thing was clamped inside Riven's asshole, whether she had nightmares or not would be up to him.

"How is it? Does it hurt?" Ron asked.

Even so, he wanted to take Riven's anal virginity right then and there. But given her current mental state, if he suddenly and brutally raped her, the only outcome would be to shatter the female warrior's psyche completely and turn her into a mindless human doll.

Besides, a flower that young and tempting still needed better training and exercise before it could fully bloom.

"I'm fine." Riven said, her face flushing red as she shyly turned away.

Just now, she had let this man inspect her ass from head to toe, and the shame of it made her want to dig a hole and bury herself in it. She had never felt so mortified.

"All right. It's late. Get some rest."

As he spoke, Ron lay back on the bed, only to "accidentally" jab the blazing-hot head of his cock against Riven's waist.

Mnh, so hot!

Right, he still hadn't...

He had been healing me and helping me from start to finish, and I haven't given him anything back at all.

The more Riven thought about it, the more filthy she felt. She had accepted his help for so long without the slightest gratitude. Once again, she forced her exhausted body upright and turned over to face Ron.

"Ron." She leaned in, caught that thick, hot cock in her hand, and kissed down on it hard.

To be honest, Riven didn't know how to make a man happy. All she knew was the most basic kind of kissing.

It was burning hot; she felt like her lips were about to get scorched.

"Riven, you..."

"Let me... let me hold it in my mouth a little longer." Riven didn't know how else to say it. She knew the excuse she'd come up with on the spot was terrible; it would have been better to say she wanted to repay him, or help him, or something like that.

"All right." Ron didn't refuse. He sat up and watched Riven work hard to suck him off.

"Don't be afraid. Use your tongue to lick."

"Yes, that's the slit. You can use a little more force there."

"Suck... mm~ Riven, you're learning fast."

Ron guided and corrected the way Riven went down on him, and Riven obeyed every word as obediently as if she were following a military order.

Licking and sucking, waves after waves of pleasure flooded Riven's little mouth. Before long, Ron felt his cock give a sudden twitch; he was about to climax.

In a hurry, he covered Riven's ears with both hands, and then a torrent of semen blasted fiercely down her throat.

"Cough, cough!"

Riven, choking on the semen and nearly suffocating, quickly shoved Ron away. The cock popped free from her mouth with a wet little sound, and the semen still spurting out splattered all over her face.

"Riven, are you okay?" Ron patted her back, looking at her worriedly.

"I'm fine. This time, you finally feel good, right?"

Riven rubbed her throat and looked at him with a proud little smile.

"Mm, you did very well," Ron praised her. "All right, hurry up and go to sleep."

He reached out and wiped the semen from Riven's face, smearing it evenly across her skin.

Riven gave a soft response and, with no resistance at all, lay down on the bed, closing her eyes with semen still on her face as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

That thick masculine scent lured her into sleep, and even Riven, the owner of this body, didn't notice the change in herself.

Only her ass kept getting hotter and hotter; she figured it was the blood circulation from the distension of the enema.

Just like that, Riven drifted off in a daze.

And in the darkness, her body was being slowly transformed by the precious herbs unique to Ionia.