Jarvan couldn't help but feel a little wary as the yordle scout stealthily ogled him from the corner of her eye while they watched the Scouts of the Mothership perform a stealth and reconnaissance exercise in the forests of Bandle City.

He suspected that Poppy hadn't kept her word, though he could hardly complain about the consequences.

Captain Maia, as Jadefellow had introduced her, was a distinguished scout that was currently overseeing her unit's training and his guide at the moment. She was there to explain the new tactics, strategies, and equipment the scouts had been supplied with and lead him through the new facilities they had received since the last time a Demacian envoy had visited.

With all of that behind them however, the scouts were now giving a demonstration of their abilities as the two of them sat side by side, watching from the comfort of the forward base's surveillance room.

"So, Prince Jarvan." Maia was the first to break the silence. "How many times have you been through this?"

"More times than I can count. At least there are a few new things each year, otherwise I'd never be able to bring myself to watch the entire thing." He chuckled.

"Of course…" The yordle scout licked her lips. "I can easily think of a few things that I'd rather be doing right now."

"For example?"

She grinned. "You."

He sighed, unsurprised despite her brazen proclamation. "Poppy told you, didn't she?"

"Yep, but Tristana really helped seal the deal. Poor girl was practically bow-legged when she met up with us. And she absolutely reeked of your cum." She closed her eyes and a shiver passed through her frame. "God, it smelled amazing."

He felt his cock twitch as he watched her squirm in arousal, her tight, lithe body shivering in her seat.

She brushed away strand of her shoulder-length black hair as she opened her blue eyes again and winked at him. "So what do you say?"

He smiled. "Well, why not? Not like there's much else to do."

"Great! You just sit there, I've gotta get you nice and lubed up before I can take you in my tight little cunt."

She hopped out of her seat and slid under the table that held the control panel overseeing the surveillance equipment embedded in the training area.

He pulled down his pants, freeing his hardening cock and letting it lightly smack the yordle on the cheek as she placed herself between his legs. She marveled the thick shaft as it throbbed teasingly a hairsbreadth away from her face. She reverently wrapped her hands around it, a shiver running up her spine as she felt it pulse in her grasp.

Wasting no time, she ran her tongue up and down the bottom of his length while simultaneously stroking it with both hands to ensure it would be evenly coated in a layer of her saliva. Once that was done, she wrapped her plump, luscious lips around the tip of his cock before slowly lowering her head and enveloping his twitching shaft with her mouth, then her throat.

Jarvan held onto his chair for dear life as Maia deepthroated his cock with an ease he hadn't thought possible. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he clenched his jaw when the myriad of sensations that came from the scout's blowjob crashed into his brain. Her hot, tight throat molded itself to the shape of his cock while her neck bulged from the sheer size of his fat dick making its way towards her stomach.

Both of them froze when someone knocked on the door and Jarvan whispered, "Should I tell them to come back later?"

With the Exemplar's cock still lodged down her throat, she shook her head, winked, and continued her blowjob, albeit much more quietly.

He uttered a choked noise as her tongue wriggled against the bottom of his cock, then slipped out to lather his fat, swollen balls in her saliva. Another knock at the door, followed by a voice. "Sir Jarvan, are you alright?"

"Y-yes, what is it?" He did his best to keep his tone even, though with Maia giving him the best oral sex of his life certainly made the task difficult.

"May I come in? I've brought the reports you requested."

He clapped his hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut as her throat coiled around his shaft with maddening tightness.

"Sir Jarvan?"

"Yes, just- just leave them o-outside, I'll retrieve it myself later."

"I'm afraid I can't allow that sir. These documents are highly sensitive."

He cursed under his breath. "Ve-very well then, come in."

The door swung open on well-oiled hinges and a yordle in a Scouts of the Mothership uniform marched over to where he sat and placed the aforementioned documents in front of him.

The scout slid a piece of paper in front of the poker-faced prince and handed him a pen. "Please sign this nondisclosure agreement and we can begin."

Jarvan did his best to keep his hand steady as he wrote his signature across the dotted line, though he wavered quite a few times when Maia rubbed her tongue between his engorged testicles.

"Thank you, sir." He slipped the NDA into the folder before flipping it open and presenting the first document inside. "As you can see here, we've made significant progress in optical camouflage…"

The rest of the explanation was lost on him as the mischievous yordle beneath the console drew circles inside her throat with his shaft. She then proceeded to pull her head back with agonizing slowness until her tongue wriggled just below the tip of his cock before pushing forward again and only stopping once her lips were firmly pressed against his crotch. Her eyelids fluttered as she breathed in the heady, musky scent of his crotch every time she pulled his cock out of her throat enough to breathe. Her one hand rested on his thigh while the other fondled his fat, swollen balls, feeling the thick, fertile sperm sloshing around inside his sack.

Jarvan grit his teeth and curled his toes as fought desperately not to cum. His mask was already cracking apart from Maia's ministrations alone and he didn't want to think what would happen if it broke entirely and the yordle talking to him realized that he was getting sucked off by his commanding officer. He tried to distract himself by paying attention to whatever the scout was talking about as he gestured to the classified papers in front of him.

The only thing he could make out between denying himself release and maddening pleasure that his cock was subject to were brief descriptions of new developments that Heimerdinger had made during his time in Piltover and how half of them had either fallen apart or exploded during testing.

"Fortunately, we were able to rework the designs into something…" The yordle trailed off as he noticed Jarvan's profuse sweating, flushed visage, and his glazed-over eyes. "Sir Jarvan, are you feeling well?"

The Exemplar's jaw flexed several times and his lips moved silently before he was able to answer. "I- Yes, I… I'm perfectly fine. Could we… could we continue this at a later time?"

"Of course." The scout gathered up the documents and slipped the folder beneath his arm, then paused. "Where is Captain Maia? I was told she would be accompanying you today."

Jarvan shut his eyes as he scrambled for an acceptable lie to answer the question about the captain's whereabouts while said captain throated his fat dick down to the hilt and slathered his pulsing balls in saliva with her hot, little tongue.

"S-She went to…" He disguised a groan of pleasure as a cough when Maia rolled his cock around inside her throat. "To get… a drink."

The scout nodded. "I see. Please inform her that I am ready to continue the briefing whenever you wish." He saluted and the Exemplar returned the gesture, albeit much more shakily.

Jarvan breathed a sigh of relief as the door slid shut, leaving the two of them alone once more.

Maia pulled her head back all the way, leaving the Demacian's spit-soaked cock to twitch in the cool air as it longed to be buried back into the warm, wet caress of her throat.

She coughed then spoke up from where she kneeled between his legs. "A drink… Not bad, Jarvan."

"It was the best I could come up with in the heat of the moment." He replied and glared at the yordle beneath the console. "Couldn't you have waited until he left?"

She grinned back up at him. "I could've, but that would've been too boring. Besides, it's not he would've noticed. I recognized the voice. That boy's a good scout, but he's practically oblivious to anything sexual happening around him."

Jarvan grumbled. "Still…"

"Oh don't be such a spoil sport. You could've easily stopped me, but you didn't, so I know you enjoyed it just as much as I did."

He sighed, conceding victory to the mischievous scout. "Fine, fine. Just be more careful next time, will you?"

"Sure thing." She crawled out from beneath the desk and stood up.

His eyes ran over the halfling's tight, lithe body and couldn't help but notice that the crotch of her pants were soaked with her juices. He wasted no time sweeping her up and undressing her in the blink of an eye. She giggled and moaned as he bent her over the console and rubbed his fingers against her drooling slit.

She wiggled her hips impatiently and she whined. "You have no idea how hard it was not to fingerfuck myself while I sucked you off, so hurry up and get that cock inside me!"

He carefully lined up the tip of his length with her sopping wet cunt and eased himself inside before thrusting forward and burying himself balls deep in the yordle shortstack.

Maia eyes rolled up into the back of her skull as whatever sensations she had felt previously were washed away by the waves of ecstasy that emanated from between her legs and crashed through her body.

Jarvan showed no mercy however, using the scout captain's arms as leverage as he pulled them back and thrust forward simultaneously, driving his shaft deeper and deeper into the delirious halfling. His hips smacked against the supple flesh of her rear and he could feel his cock pressing against the desk as it bulged out from the yordle's stomach.

The bottom of his cock ground against her g-spot, sending her legs jerking to and fro. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and draped against her chin, her jaw going slack from the bliss overloading her brain. Her moans came out as naught but breathy little whimpers as she could barely draw air from being pounded so hard against the console.

The Exemplar hissed as her walls coiled around his shaft with a wet, silky tightness that nearly forced him to stop lest he was to cum prematurely. However, he had since built a tolerance to the sensation after he'd fucked both Poppy and Tristana, and so powered through with the force of will he'd gained from his previous encounters. He could feel her cunt spasming around his cock as Maia cummed her brains out from his efforts and her reaction only drove him to intensify his thrusting.

He paused, flipping her over on the table and planted his hands on either side of her head, then continued bucking his hips, missionary style. The yordle shortstack barely registered the change of position through the haze of euphoria that shrouded her mind. Her legs wrapped around his hips, trying and failing to lock her ankles together, but nonetheless urging him to rail her harder and harder. He glanced down and saw that a faint outline of his shaft bulged out from her stomach, moving up and down in time with his thrusts. He growled in barely restrained lust and slammed himself forward, grinding the tip of his cock against the entrance to her womb and forcing it open.

The two of them let out twin gasps of ecstasy as Jarvan entered her very core, gritting his teeth as it felt like he had just penetrated a second, tighter pussy in addition to the first. Maia merely shivered and moaned as she felt her uterus being stuffed full of cock, reveling in the sensation of feeling so deliciously full.

He straightened himself back up to his full height and sunk his fingers into the wide curve of her breeder's hips and began to pound away at her cunt with wild abandon. A lewd cacophony filled the room, composed of wet, fleshy smacks, heavy breathing, and barely muffled grunts and groans as the two fucked like animals.

Neither of them could last long at such a furious pace however, but it was Maia who was the first to reach her building climax.

Her body went rigid and her pussy spasmed and tensed around his shaft, squirting her nectar against the Exemplar's crotch and chaotically massaging his cock in such a way that it pushed Jarvan over the edge as well. He grunted and hilted himself as deep as he could go and came. His cock throbbed and pulsed, spewing rope after rope of thick, creamy cum as his balls clenched and emptied themselves into her womb, pumping her uterus full of his fertile semen.

He filled her so much that it began to leak out around his shaft, dripping down over and around her tight little pucker and mingling with her juices before the mixture plopped to the ground, staining the premises with physical evidence of their bestial rutting.

Both of their orgasms lasted for the better part of ten seconds before tapering off, leaving the duo to bath in the warm afterglow of their impassioned mating. Once the two of them had caught their breaths, Jarvan slowly pulled out of the yordle halfling, closing his eyes when he felt the wet, silky folds of her slit cling tightly to every curve and ridge of his cock. Likewise, Maia shivered as she felt her cunt desperately trying to draw his shaft back inside him, gripping onto his length in needy arousal but to no avail.

Once he had fully withdrawn from her cunt, a copious amount of his sperm slipped out of her slit and splattered against the floor, though even more remained safely sealed inside her womb. He took a step back and sat down in his seat, the same one he'd been sitting in when he'd been getting stealthily sucked off by the mischievous scout earlier.

"Hah, damn Jarvan. I didn't you could fuck like that." Maia shakily propped herself up on her arms and grinned at the Exemplar.

He smiled back at her and chuckled. "Having practice helped."

"I'll bet." She paused, a gleeful shine twinkled in her eyes. "Hey, you're free tomorrow right?"

"Yes…" He answered, warily. "Today was the last of the demonstrations and I've been granted one day for personal use. Why do you ask?"

Her smile widened. "Great! The three of us have something special planned for tomorrow. You up for it?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, internally debating the prospect for a moment, the nodded. "So long as it's nothing dangerous."

"It won't be. Someone will deliver the details to you tomorrow. Look forward to it." She winked.

"I will." He looked around. "Hm, we should probably clean up shouldn't we?"

She waved him off. "I'll have the janitor robots do it, its fine."

He hummed contemplatively. "Hm, we could do with some of those in Demacia."

The yordle laughed. "I'll be sure to put in a word with Heimerdinger for you."

"It'd be appreciated." He stood and pulled up his pants. "We should probably start getting dressed, I believe that scout still wants to speak to us."

…

The three salacious halflings sat around their usual table.

Poppy and Tristana both leaned forward.

The Keeper of the Hammer was the first to speak. "So? What did he say?"

Maia flashed a thumbs up. "Good to go. Do you have a place for us?"

The hammer-wielding shortstack nodded. "Yep, reserved for the entire day. No one's going to be bothering us."

"I got all the clothes we need." The Yordle Gunner added. "They should fit well, it wasn't too difficult getting them altered to our measurements."

The Scout of the Mothership grinned. "Looks like we have everything we need." She laughed. "Jarvan won't know what hit him."