Chapter 4: Riven (IV) - Riven's Oral Service, a Quick Study

That night, Riven slept until noon the next day. After getting up and washing her face, she still felt sticky all over.

"You’re up."

Ron, who was tinkering with magical crystals in front of the stone table, glanced back at her. "Want something to eat? I bought some meat in the village."

This morning he had gone to the village again. Besides buying herbs and food, he had also taken the opportunity to dig up some magic crystals from a few hidden stone caverns.

"No, no need." Riven stretched, her cheeks faintly flushed as she looked at him.

It was easy to see that today the Noxian frontline warrior was in excellent spirits.

"I want to take a bath."

Riven made her request shyly.

She glanced at Ron’s stone table. "You can finish up first. I’m not in a hurry."

"Oh, sure." Ron nodded. He was only crushing those magical crystals with the help of his own mana, and it wasn’t difficult. He could do it whenever he wanted.

"There’s a river outside, the same one we came by." After setting his work aside, Ron explained to Riven.

"The toxins in your body should be mostly gone now. If you don’t mind the cold, I can take you there. Otherwise you may need to wait a while, since I can only heat water pot by pot."

"Mm, let’s go to that river then. Thank you." Riven said.

"All right." Ron found her a thicker coat to drape over herself, then put her dirty clothes and spare clothes into two wooden basins, grabbed the soap he had made himself, and headed toward the river.

Although she had slept for several days, Riven’s instincts as a soldier still let her vaguely remember the direction of the river.

So for a long stretch of the walk, Ron deliberately stayed behind her so he could admire her lush, full, hourglass figure.

Seen from behind, Riven had snow-white hair and wheat-colored skin.

Her well-shaped shoulders and back bore a few scars, but they did not take away from the smooth fleshiness and beauty of her body.

Not to mention that powerful waist. Unlike those sickly, fragile frames, Riven had no unnecessary muscle on her midsection; every part of her body was perfectly balanced, all explosive force and supple flexibility.

Perhaps because she spent so much time riding and fighting, her figure became firmer and fuller from the waist down.

Her tight, peach-shaped ass and broad, full thighs made Ron’s mouth go dry as they moved. He couldn’t help imagining how, once he had trained Riven’s asshole properly, that tight fullness would become even more powerful, and how wildly her sturdy waist would sway.

Ron took the lead for the second half of the journey. Before long, the two of them pushed through the weeds by the riverbank and emerged beside a stretch of water lined with translucent blue pebbles.

"Hey, wait, wait." As Riven sat down and slipped off her bamboo sandals, she tried to test the water temperature with her toes, only for Ron to interrupt her immediately.

"What is it?" She stopped obediently and looked at Ron in confusion.

"Looks like you’re pretty much recovered too. Since you finally got better, shouldn’t we celebrate a little?" Ron stripped off his shoes and clothes in one go. Wearing only his underwear, he walked to a natural stone ledge a few meters away, then leapt hard in front of Riven’s eyes.

"Splash!"

The spray from his landing shot up two meters high, splattering Riven’s face like rain.

"Hahaha, come on." Ron wiped his face, laughing loudly.

"What kind of celebration is that?" Seeing how happy he looked, Riven couldn’t bring herself to refuse him.

So she took off her clothes as well, leaving only her chest wrap and underwear, and followed his example as she walked toward the ledge. But then her foot slipped - "Aaaah!"

Another splash. After hitting the water, Riven coughed several times, then looked at Ron and burst out laughing too.

She must have looked awful just now.

"So? Feeling better now?" Ron asked.

"Mm." Riven nodded.

"Good. You bathe first. I’ll go wash the clothes." Ron called out and walked back toward the bank.

Riven watched his retreating back tenderly, and for some reason her warm heart suddenly felt empty.

Not long after, Ron came to the shore and tossed the soap he had finished processing to Riven.

"Don’t forget to scrub yourself clean."

He called out with a wicked grin, staring at Riven’s lush ass and licking his lips again.

"I know!" Riven shot him a sharp look, her cheeks reddening again.

Ron started washing the clothes, and it was time for her to start bathing.

Not long after Ron had nearly finished washing his clothes, Riven walked out of the river. Clean and fresh from head to toe, she stepped across those translucent blue pebbles like a beautiful spirit emerging from the water.

"I’m done." Riven dried her hair and sat down beside Ron.

"Mm, I’m almost done too." Ron gave the clothes a forceful rinse in the water, wrung them out, and tossed them into the basin.

Riven picked up another garment as well. Ron had already washed these clothes; they only needed wringing out.

Laundry was, of course, something Riven was good at, since she had always done it herself.

But after a short while, Riven felt her skin gradually growing hot, almost burning. Her eyes kept drifting toward Ron.

He...

Riven’s sharp eyes noticed that Ron had already pitched a tent in his crotch. The huge thing she could barely wrap both hands around was standing straight out through his underwear.

Just one look at that solid cock made her thirsty body remember the exquisite sensation from last night, and her asshole clenched even tighter around that black-violet crystal pillar.

He must be like this because of me.

Riven thought happily.

But if anyone else saw this, they’d probably think it was embarrassing.

If that was the case... the heat flooding her body made her think of a solution. Why not just do what she had done last night?

"Ron."

After he finished washing the clothes, Riven suddenly crawled under his crotch.

"Uh, Riven... you..." Ron pretended to be confused, though it was obvious the laced soap had already started working.

"I... want to do it again."

Riven’s jade hand reached for Ron’s cock. In one smooth motion she pulled down his underwear and wrapped her hand around the thick, hard shaft.

The smooth glans twitched, and a strand of clear fluid slipped out.

"Mm~" She hurriedly opened her mouth and took the glans in, the familiar male scent flooding her nose and making her heated body tremble. Then she let out a soft breath with a little "pop."

"Yeah, just using your mouth really isn’t enough to vent the pressure." Ron kept twisting Riven’s common sense. He lifted her chin with a finger and looked at the saliva dripping from the corner of her lips.

"Riven, what should you say now?" he asked.

Riven blinked, then answered neatly, "This isn’t my fault, because I’m doing the right thing."

"Right. Don’t let fear and guilt crush you." Ron nodded with satisfaction. Praised like that, Riven promptly took his glans into her mouth again.

This time she didn’t try to bob up and down right away. Instead, she carefully licked and worked every inch of his cock, putting her fantasies into action.

Looks like the drug modification had taken effect.

From food to herbs, even the face-washing water, the enema solution, and that bar of soap just now, everything had been part of the Ionian aphrodisiacs Ron had used on Riven.

These drugs had all kinds of bizarre effects. On one hand, they were expensive and rare magical herbs; on the other, they could subtly transform Riven’s body, keeping her in a controllable state of arousal for a long time.

And that wasn’t all.

When the first blowjob began, it was precisely because of these drugs that Riven didn’t react against the smell of semen and cock.

And now, her body had already started teaching her how to ask for what she needed.

"Mm~ Ah~"

Riven licked Ron’s cock with all her strength, scraping her nails over that huge, scorching glans and then kissing it eagerly.

Even though she was trying to make him feel good, for some reason, the moment she saw that enormous cock, all she could think about was the smell of being pumped full in the mouth last night.

Delicious...

Yes, delicious.

Riven, who hadn’t even had lunch yet, sucked greedily at Ron’s cock until she could no longer hold back and took the whole thing into her mouth.

When that thick masculine scent flooded her nose, Ron couldn’t help patting Riven on the head. If he hadn’t been worried about her condition, he would have loved nothing more than to shove this woman beneath his hips and give it to her hard.

But not yet.

Soon. Soon. Ron comforted himself inwardly.

"Oah!"

Suddenly, his scorching cock jerked. Underneath him, Riven instinctively and skillfully pushed her slick tongue into his urethral opening, sucking hard on the scent trapped inside.

In that instant, the fierce pleasure bursting from the glans shot straight to his brain, then crashed back down like electricity, leaving Ron trembling all over.

"Mmh!"

Under that surging stimulation, the cock Riven was servicing with her mouth finally couldn’t hold out any longer. He let out a low growl, gripped her head hard with both hands, and shot a thick stream of white seed into Riven’s throat once more.

"Cough, cough... cough cough cough..."

Even though Riven had swallowed as much of Ron’s semen as she could, some of it still spilled from her nostrils in the suffocating rush of it all.

"Hah... hah..." Red-faced, Riven gasped for breath and collapsed helplessly onto the pebbles.

She rested for quite a while before opening her eyes again to look at Ron, and at that still-hard cock dripping semen.

It was really delicious.

Riven stirred the remaining sticky seed in her mouth with her tongue while breathing in the thick masculine scent lingering in her nose. For some reason, an unspeakable sense of pride welled up in her chest.

"You did well this time, Riven." Seeing her stare intently at him, Ron gave her a token compliment.

In truth, he had originally meant to use this chance to make Riven see just how filthy she was. But from the look in her eyes, it still wasn’t time.

He knew exactly who he was dealing with: the exiled blade who had earned so many glorious battle honors. If Riven’s spirit collapsed in the wrong direction, it would be a disaster for him.

After all, with his half-baked magic, no matter how much gear he gave himself, Ron didn’t think he could beat Riven.

"Mm." Riven swallowed the semen in her mouth. "How did I do?"

She went to the riverbank to wash her face, then crawled back under Ron’s crotch, opening her mouth to clean the remaining semen off his cock.

It was honestly beyond expectation. He hadn’t even really started training Riven yet, and what she was doing now was already no different from a sex slave.

Was it because he had misjudged how important he was to Riven, or because Noxus had struck her too hard?

Ah, he understood.

As Riven carefully cleaned his cock, the tenderness from her mouth reminded Ron of her story.

Ron knew Riven was an outstanding, well-trained soldier, so after she lost all hope, he planned to make her submit to him through trust and orders.

But on the other hand, the reason Riven, alone from childhood to adulthood, had chosen to enlist seemed to come down to just two things:

Family and home.

So that was it.

Maybe he had already opened Riven’s heart without even realizing it. Ron smiled softly. "Do you know what you’re doing, Riven?"

Riven lifted her head and looked at him, a little puzzled.

"This is called a blowjob. Last night was your first time, right?" Ron asked.

Riven nodded. "Blowjob?"

Looks like she’d never heard the term.

"Right. Your technique is pretty good. Most people couldn’t reach your level even after doing it dozens of times, but you should use your tongue more," Ron said.

"My tongue..."

"Like this?" Riven flexibly licked the glans of Ron’s cock.

"Exactly. You learn fast." Ron patted her head.

But Riven had another question. "Has anyone else given you a blowjob before?"

Dozens of times. She clearly cared about that.

"Mm..." Ron smiled awkwardly. "Don’t forget, I’m a noble. I have servants at home."

"Ah, right." Riven kissed his cock, but then her expression stiffened and she lowered her head for no reason. "I’m sorry. It’s all my fault..."

She had accepted that order. She was the executioner who had torn the Trapein family apart.

"No, you were just obeying an order," Ron said casually, using the words to further reinforce Riven’s impression of "orders."

In truth, if the Noxians hadn’t wiped out the Trapein family, he probably wouldn’t even have been able to cross over into this world.

But this time Riven shook her head. To her, what she had done was wrong.

After that, the two of them chatted for a while. Riven’s high spirits gradually settled under her self-reproach, and when the forest’s cold wind picked up, the two of them carried the basins of clothes and left the riverbank.