#ambessa lol

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𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ᯓᡣ𐭩

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; ꜰᴇᴍ!ꜱᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ ᴍᴇᴅᴀʀᴅᴀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ; ᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴅ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴢᴀᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ ᴍᴇᴅᴀʀᴅᴀ, ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀʀᴅꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏxᴜꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; ʟᴇꜱʙɪᴀɴ ꜱ3x, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴘʀᴏꜱᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, and ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟɪꜱᴍ

(the smut was written with one hand, forgive me if it sucked lol)

Mothers day was a special day for every mother, they'd receive appreciative gifts and support from their kids, jewelry and bouquets from their husbands.

For Ambessa, the well known warlord of the noxian nation, it was just an ordinary day. It wasn't as if her and Mel were going to reconcile any time soon, and what was the point in celebrating an ordinary day?

Ambessa was in nothing but a maroon red robe as she sat on her balcony, gazing at the view in front of her as you, her personal servant, stood next to her, ready to tend to her.

She glanced at you for a few seconds before turning back to look at the view of her nation, clearing her throat before deciding to say something.

"It is truly a shame you do not celebrate Mother’s Day and have to be by my side instead, my dearest." Ambessa lied through her teeth, she was only curious of what your answer might be.

"I have no husband, miss medarda." you spoke smoothly, not hesitating to answer her inquiries.

Ambessa shrugged and leaned back into her chair, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her knuckles on her jaw, a habit she does quite often when she ponders about something. "You could have a boyfriend." She said bluntly.

You shake your head swiftly, pursing your lips together. You turned to the wine, refilling the glass she had waiting to be poured into.

"Happy mother's day to you anyways, miss medarda."

"Oh? How sweet of you, dear." She chuckled, glancing at you from her peripheral vision, still leaning back into her chair.

"Thank you, I suppose." She muttered, taking a few long seconds before asking another question, it piqued her curiosity.

"You are quite young, it is surprising that you are not interested in starting a potential family." She spoke, not shying away from usually personal questions.

"I busy myself with work, miss medarda," you spoke with a soft tone, an edge of indifference towards the idea.

"I don't plan on marrying a man anytime soon." you said this part more quietly, not sure if continued context was appreciated at the moment.

She chuckled a second time at the answer, it was quite amusing to her how simple and straightforward you were. "Good point. What about women, then? Any luck in that department?"

A flush appeared on your face, coughing slightly when she threw the out-of-the-blue question. "No ma'am." you said, not elaborating any more.

But she decided to dismiss the subject for now, shifting back to facing the view in front of her.

Ambessa let out a somewhat tired exhale and shifted herself a little before asking, "Could you do something for me?" 

You nodded, making eye contact with her stern gaze. You've seen her in ceremonies, she's firm with her words and actions.

You were one of the few who saw her resting, but far from vulnerable.

She stood up from her chair, still clad in nothing but her loose red robe, it exposed a good chunk of her thick muscular thighs and a little bit of cleavage too, of course. 

"Prepare a nice hot bath, will you?" Ambessa said casually before making her way inside the room, with you following behind her.

Your hands constantly rested behind your back unless you were serving her.

You entered her bathroom, it was larger than any other one in the estate. Ambessa knew the importance of relaxation, and she took it to heart.

The tub was large and deep, filled with water so hot that steam was coming off the surfaces of it. It was just how she liked it.

Ambessa was untying her robe, letting it loosen and fall carelessly to the floor, she then started walking towards the tub, letting out a satisfied sigh at the sight of it.

You've been her undressed many times, but you never failed to avert your gaze in nervousness.

She looked over at you, you seemed to be still staring at her, so she decided to be a little cheeky. "Are going to watch me in the bath the whole time?"

You took your spot behind her, a small stool for you to sit on. Carefully, your hands massaged her back, untying any knots she carried on her back. "Would you prefer of me to leave, ma'am?"

"Mhm, please do continue." She spoke, body releasing tension.

Ambessa closed her eyes, leaning back and letting out a small sigh as you started to massage her shoulders, those strong yet tired muscles. Your hands were gentle and pleasant, yet firm and efficient. 

"You do such a good job. It’s almost like you have done this a thousand times." She spoke with a pleasant tone.

"You deserve mental repose, ma'am." You spoke close to a whisper, not wanting to disrupt her peace.

"Especially on Mother's day." you added.

"You’re too sweet," She opened her eyes and glanced down at herself and then at you before smirking a little.

Her eyes were mostly focused on your hands massaging her shoulders. She was just imagining how else your hands could be used, perhaps in other kinds of massages.

Ambessa shook her head slightly as if dismissing a thought that suddenly popped into her head. 

"You surely carry the figure of a warrior, ma'am." you spoke, the praise falling off your tongue easily. It was far from a lie.

Ah, she truly adored when people praised her.

Ambessa’s smirk grew wider, her eyes still fixated on you. "You’re flattering me, little one," She said in a smooth and sultry voice, mixed with her raspy tone.

"Are you this nice and gentle to everyone you serve?" she half joked, but expected a response of some kind.

"Maybe. Perhaps far more towards you, ma'am." You had served many people from the Medarda house, even Mel Medarda at some point when she was only a child, but a sense of familiarity came from serving Ambessa.

She chuckled at your reply, taking it as an interesting answer. "And why is that? Why treat me any different, hm?"

Ambessa leaned her head back a little, giving your hands access to the base of her neck, still smirking and looking at you.

"I have served you the longest," you said, but more words rested at the tip of your tongue. You didn't allow them to slip, silently swallowing them.

Ambessa’s smirk changed into a small little smile as her gaze turned from a somewhat sultry one to a more warm one, an unexpected change, a rare one, too.

"I suppose I don’t mind your presence either, little one," She let out a deep and relaxed exhale, closing her eyes again.

"You’re actually more pleasant to be around than my own offspring at times." She spoke with a hint of bitterness in her tone now.

"I'm sure that's far from the truth, miss medarda." you said in a poor attempt at comfort.

You knew she didn't require comfort, nor pity. She was a strong woman.

"Many consider you.. Intimidating, miss medarda." you began, wishing to change the subject.

"Intimidating, huh?" Ambessa smirked again, opening her eyes and glancing at you again, now amused at your words.

"You’re not afraid, are you?" She chuckled, her gaze shifting from a more casual one to one with a slightly more suggestive look now.

"I..i don't think i have any reason to be afraid. i don't do anything to anger you, and you're a woman of reason." You spoke, a hint of tenderness behind your words.

"You wouldn't hurt me without reason." you finished.

"Correct," She spoke in her sultry tone again, still smirking

Her gaze was fixated on you again, her eyes slowly and slowly looking over you head to toe, as if she was inspecting you. Her smirk grew wider as her eyes traveled further and further down. 

"You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, smart girl." She paused for a moment, still looking you over intently.

Her gaze was nearly frightening.

She looked around before continuing. "And a lovely body as well."

A gentle smile graced your face, compliments from Ambessa Medarda were unusual.

"Thank you, Miss Medarda."

Ambessa hummed to herself, seemingly pleased by your appearance and your words, but that was not the only thing that was currently pleased.

She leaned back and closed her eyes again, "Keep massaging, will you?"

Her tone was commanding and assertive, like she expected you to do without arguing.

Your hands kept skillfully massaging, digging into ever tense muscle she had.

She closed her eyes and let out another satisfied hum, enjoying your massaging skills.

Ambessa sat still for quite a while, feeling your hands on her shoulders and back, until she finally spoke once more.

"You’re skilled at this," She said, a hint of satisfaction mixed with desire in her tone. 

One of your finger tips traced over her scars, they were scattered all over her arms, back, and shoulders.

They were healed, meaning they were old enough to forget. Gently, you traced the last one and spoke. "You have a handful of scars. You've been in war quite a lot."

She opened her eyes for a moment, glancing at the many scars all over her lower arms, but not giving it too much attention, she's had them for years now after all.

Ambessa chuckled a little as you asked that question, it was such a harmless yet casual question to ask a renowned warlord.

"Most of them, yes." She replied, her tone indifferent, as if she was merely talking about the weather.

"I'm sure it's exhausting to always be carrying the pressure of being on the frontlines." You said, your massaging becoming slower and softer.

Her expression became somewhat solemn for a moment as she remembered all the battles and wars she was involved in.

There was a pang of tiredness and exhaustion within her, but she quickly dismissed it and her expression became one of indifference again. 

"It’s just part of life," She replied bluntly, like it was just a simple task, like having breakfast or taking a walk. "I was born, bred, and raised to be a warrior."

You hesitated for a moment, deciding whether or not to mention something. A moment of relatability. "I have.. a couple of scars, too."

You backtracked for a moment, "Not any as brutal as yours, I'm sure."

That piqued her interest.

Ambessa lifted her head up again and moved her head to the side, looking at you, she let out a scoff and raised an eyebrow at you, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

"A couple, you say?" She spoke in a slightly intrigued tone.

You remembered moments of weakness, seconds of vulnerability that have coated your identity all your life.

It's been a part of you for as long as you've known, much different than Ambessa.

"Near my thighs and belly." you clarified, clearing your throat.

She looked down at your thighs on cue as you spoke, her gaze lingering there for a few moments.

A little hum escaped her lips as she did so, but she was still somewhat interested in knowing how you received those scars, of course.

"How’d you get them?"

Ambessa spoke with an interested and curious tone, but there was a hint of playfulness in there as well. 

"I wasn't.. always a Medarda servant, ma'am." You spoke quietly, an edge of uncertainty in your voice.

Her eyebrow raised again, her interest grew even more now.

Ambessa turned her body a little to the side and leaned an elbow on the tub’s edge, looking directly at you and now giving you her undivided attention.

And she was also somewhat fixated on your thighs again, eyeing them, she was visibly somewhat distracted.

You tensed, sitting straight with your hands now resting on your lap. "I come from Zaun. Then.. the Medarda family found use for me."

"I'm eternally grateful." You spoke, gratitude coating the tip of your tongue.

Ambessa kept her eyes fixated on your thighs for a few more seconds before she shifted her gaze to your stomach instead, fabric covering the scars there too.

She let out scoff before speaking in an almost mocking tone. "Eternal gratitude to the Medarda house, you say?"

You nodded. Your eyes gazed at her features, the firmness behind them. Your eyes differed, sparks in every corner of your eyes.

She chuckled again and looked over your body, taking in the scars before returning her gaze back to your face.

"Is that so?" Ambessa smirked before shifting her body even more towards you, she leaned a little closer to you now, eyeing you expectantly, waiting for your reply. "And why is that?"

"I would have much more scars if it weren't for the Medarda house." You thought of the possibilites, where you could've been right now.

Pained in the middle of Zaun, stuck working in the same place.

She hummed, seemingly pleased with your answer. Ambessa nodded in response and continued.

"And why do you think they took you?" She inquired with an intrigued expression.

"I'm useful." You replied curtly, knowing your place, why you were there.

The clock from her bedroom ticked, and silence encircled you and Ambessa.

That answer left her somewhat unsatisfied and wanting more, she wanted to know how exactly you are of use, though it was not difficult to see that you were pretty. 

Ambessa leaned closer again, her voice lowering and becoming huskier, her smirk growing wider. “And how are you useful, hm? Do tell me."

“They say I am a good listener. And pliant.” Your voice didn't crack as you spoke, unashamed of who you were, how you were.

It got you this far.

"Pliant, hm? An obedient little thing, aren't you?" Ambessa’s tone was still lower, even, and her smirk grew wider upon hearing those adjectives, those descriptions of you. 

Her eyes flicked to your thighs again, looking over them in an almost admiring manner. Your hands covered certain scars on your lap. You felt judged, to a certain extent. Like she judged you for not disobeying, for not rebelling.

Quickly, you came to your own defense. “It makes my life easier. I know I won't be above anyone anytime soon, so why attempt?” you kept being respectful even though her gaze secretly made you feel uneasy.

That made her chuckle again, amused and intrigued at your answer.

Ambessa’s smirked widened slightly before leaning down farther, now looking down at your body sitting below her, and looking over it intently, her gaze stopping on your thighs again.  "It is wise to know your place in life," She said in a low, almost murmuring tone, like she was speaking that as a piece of advice to you.

"You know yours, don’t you?” she knew you did, but she wanted clarification. She wanted you to say it. To admit you're beneath her and all of those you served, or at least that's how you understood her question.

“Yes ma’am,” you said, not specifying what your place is. You didn't want to. "Good," She said plainly, still looking over your body.

Ambessa let one of her hands gently rest on your thigh, caressing the scars that were there and enjoying the sight of your thighs, before letting out a very satisfied hum. “I do enjoy pliant and obedient people, they really are more useful, aren’t they?”

“I’d hope so.” You said softly. You didn't deny the breadth of your subordination, how that did make you beneficial or simply convenient to keep around.

At this point, there was no denying that she was intentionally letting her hand rest on your thighs, no doubt enjoying the feeling of your skin under her finger tips. She chuckled again before speaking in a slightly more commanding tone. "Have you always been this good and useful, little one?"

Your hands rested on your lap, apprehension in every crevice of your bones. “To be truthful with you, I worked in a brothel at Zaun.” You chose not to be ashamed. “I needed to be flexible. That is where I got these scars..” Your voice had grown confident speaking about it.

Others in the Medarda house knew about your origin, but not Ambessa.

Ambessa’s hand continued to rest on your thigh, now beginning to slowly and gently caress it. She seemed somewhat surprised by hearing that you were a brothel worker, her hand stopped moving and her expression changed for a moment, seemingly somewhat disturbed and displeased.

Then a few seconds passed and her hand started moving on your thigh again and her expression became somewhat neutral again, though there was still a hint of dislike visible in her eyes.

"Hm." Ambessa hummed, her tone becoming a little more authoritative again. “And how… utilized were you in the brothel? How pliable were you?” Ambessa asked that question in a somewhat commanding and definitive tone, wanting an honest reply, she looked at you with a more grave facial expression.

“I allowed many things to happen to me.” You looked down, making direct eye contact with Ambessa. “I needed to let them do it.”

Her expression changed to one of displeasure again once you spoke. She let out a scoff and looked you over for a few more seconds, still with a slightly discontent expression. “A poor woman in need, then? A woman desperate for money to survive." Ambessa spoke with a mocking and almost condescending tone, but there was also a hint of curiosity in it as well.

“They’d pay more depending on how much I’d let them do.” You spoke softer this time, hinting at the nonexistent limit you set on your “clients.”

Your lips continued to purse, tense at the thought of how much you were sharing. That made her chuckle again, this time it wasn’t a satisfied chuckle, it was more of a sinister one. "Did they treat you cruelly, then? Were they cruel to you?" Ambessa spoke in an almost sneering tone as she looked you over again, eyeing your body and taking in your scars once more.

“Yes, Miss Medarda.” You replied firmly, not sugarcoating your experiences. You stood your ground, refusing to feel guilty for doing what was necessary to survive. At your blunt response, her expression changed yet again, a sinister smirk appearing on her face now.

Ambessa’s hand still continued to gently stroke your thigh as she spoke in a more mocking and even cruel tone, an odd excitement visible in her eyes. "And you allowed it, didn’t you, little one?”

Your thigh had goosebumps from her calloused hands running over them, trying to keep eye contact. “Yes, I did.”

Her hand suddenly stopped moving, now gripping your thigh more firmly, her nails digging into your skin a little, but not enough to break it. Ambessa’s smirk became even wider, clearly enjoying holding some power over you like this, enjoying that submission from you. 

Her tone was still mocking and cruel, even as she spoke. "How… pathetic.”

“Please excuse me if this tarnishes the perception you had of me.” you said, hoping she didn’t think any differently of you. You weren’t apologetic but craved her approval, her validation.

Her smirk slowly faded after a while when your words sunk in. Ambessa’s grip on your thigh lessened, her hand and fingers no longer digging into your skin so firmly.

“Tarnishes?” She spoke that word with a scoff and a hint of irritation in her tone.  "You think I think less of you because you were forced to do that?”

Ambessa then looked at you with a slight glare, her gaze more intense and serious now, it was as if she was trying to see right through you, reading your true thoughts. “You have mistaken what I said.” you corrected, averting your gaze this time. “I wasn’t forced to do anything.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, her glare softening slightly to one of surprise. Ambessa was taken back a little by your answer, clearly surprised by the revelation that you weren’t entirely forced to work at the brothel, that you permitted yourself to be treated like that. 

"You weren’t… forced? You… did it of your own will?" She spoke that question with an almost dumbfounded, surprised tone. “I am a desperate woman, ma’am. I walked into that brothel out of my own will.”

That realization further widened her eyes, she stared at you for a few more moments with her wide open eye, her expression now becoming a mixture of surprise and vexation, even confusion.

She had clearly underestimated exactly how desperate you were.

Ambessa leaned back slightly, her eyes now darting between your thighs and your stomach again, as if she couldn’t figure out exactly how to feel about this.  “You went in on your own? Simply to make money?"

“I was on the verge of death if I didn’t get paid-“ you quickly got defensive, hands clenching into fists at your lap. Your eyebrows furrowed, not enjoying the judgement that radiated off of her.

Her eyes widened again after hearing that.  Ambessa was taken back again, and surprised once more, but more than that, she was… pitying you.

The powerful, warlord of Noxus, pitying you.

Her glare softened even more and her expression slowly changed to one of a somewhat insight and pitiful one. "Was that the only option you had?”

You shake your head quicky, “Gosh, no.” You squeezed your eyes shut fora moment, all emotions rushing through you. “I had other options, all over Zaun.”

Desperate, yes, that would be the best word to describe you.

Ambessa’s eyes narrowed slightly as that thought crossed her mind. “You had other options." She repeated that part while looking you over again, her hand still gently caressing your thighs.

“And you chose to do that instead?” she emphasized, referring to your previous line of work as if it were horrifying. “I know,” you replied, aware of the lack of self-respect and dignity you had allowed yourself to acquire by letting anyone treat you however they pleased.

Her hand gripped your thigh firmly again when you said that, her eyes narrowed even further. "Why?" Ambessa asked that single word in a firm, curious tone, wanting to know the exact reason behind your choice.

She gave you a chance to explain yourself but you knew it would be in vain. “It was the quickest way. a few clients in one day, letting them do anything, i'd earn not a lot, but more than enough to live.”

That answer left her with a bitter taste in her mouth, almost sickened. Ambessa’s hand tightened again around your thigh as she let your answer sink in, she looked at you with a more serious and judging expression. ".... and that’s what you did? Every day?"

She never had to experience being in that spot. Sure, she’s requested brothel workers before, but only from the finest of places. “Yes,” you replied simply.

Once again, her eyes widened when you answered in a blank and firm tone, confirming her question. That disclosure only made her feel more pity for you, but that was mingled with a hint of contempt and disruption as well. 

She looked over your scarred body again and just couldn’t help but look at your thighs in particular. “Does this make you think any less of me yet?” you said, humor in your voice.

Ambessa’s hand squeezed your thigh again when you said that, almost in a gentle, yet firm way. "Yes, you’re used and.. pathetic.” She almost spat those words at you, her expression becoming more stern and serious, almost cruel and judgmental.

"But I don’t feel any less of you, little one." Ambessa spoke in a lower, softer but firm tone, her free hand lightly stroking the part of your thighs without scars, and her grip still tight.

“I never imagined you’d be the one to spare me humiliation, Miss Medarda,” you said with a scoff. “I’ve gone through enough of it, no need to hide it from me.” your eyes rolled as you finished your sentence, feeling infantilized.

Her hand moved from your stomach up to cup your cheek, she gently but firmly gripped your face and forced you to look directly at her as she spoke. “Why would I admit that I feel less of you even though you’ve been exploited?”

Ambessa’s tone still held that firm and authoritative quality in it, but there was an element of gentleness to it as well. "Just because you allowed it to happen doesn’t mean you deserved it. You do not deserve that disgrace."

You despised how she spared you her wrath, the way she sympathized. The sweetness is her tone was little but sickening, you hated the pity.

“Forgive me,” you spoke quickly. Silence diverged in the small space between you and her.

“Tell me dear, have you ever been given what you wanted?” she tured back around in the bath, motioning her hand for you to continue the massage. Your hands resumed their movement.

Doubt began to surface within you, uncertain of how to react to her. “No, ma’am,” you ultimately said.

“Have you ever wanted much?” She kept questioning and this time you nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

“Can I give it to you?”

She had laid you down on her bed, her body still damp from the recent bath. She hadn’t put her clothes on yet, the water drop falling onto your uniform. Your lips were parted in a level of suprise unmatched.

“Miss Medarda-“ You began but she cut you off, a hand on your chin roughly. She held your chin there to make sure that you kept eye contact with her. “Are you nervous, dearest?” she said, teasing, almost mocking.

She brought her hand away from your chin and placed two fingers on your pulse. She counted silently. "Think you are." She leaned down to whisper that, her knee finding its way between your thighs.

"Do you want me to take off..this?" her finger toyed with the white apron tied around your uniform. She cocked a brow once you nodded.

"Words.." she dragged, tracing the finger down her body.

"Yes, miss medarda.." your breathed out, eyes shutting.

Carefully, she undid the apron, throwing it someplace on your luxurious floor. But still the fabric of the uniform covered your body, held her back from what she wanted.

"Miss medarda.. take it off.." she chuckled at your words, at the way your vision narrowed towards her. The desperation in your gaze.

"Needy little one, hm?" She began unbuttoning the back of the dress, her arms encircling you.

"Ambessa. Say it." Ambessa asked of you, waiting for her to name to slip off your tongue.

"Ambessa.." you spoke the moment she threw the dress on the floor. All you now had on was a bralette and lace panties.

She traced your panties and the waistband, then cupping one of your breast with her hand.

"Should I remove these barriers, too?" She asked, knowing the answer already.

She enjoyed seeing you submit to your pleasure, also knowing this would be one of the first times you'd do that.

"Yes, yes please, Ambessa." you were just oh so well-mannered. She loved hearing you plead, hearing you be so respectful and ready for her.

She slid the bralette off, then meticulously the panties. She watched as you huffed and whined. "Can.. can I touch you, Ambessa?" you asked sweetly, a pathetic and doe-eyed expression painted on your features.

She nearly let out a cackle, a dark smile graced her lips. She brought a hand to graze your bottom lip and then your forehead. "Sure, dearest."

You immediately clinged to her, needing to remove any article of clothing. "So impatient.." she chuckled and removed you small hand.

The difference between your hands brought a spark straight to your clit, she could hold both of yours in one of hers.

She made it easier for you, removing her shirt and pants as she kneeled on the bed. You layed down, spread out for her.

She was left in panties only, no bra, just her panties.

She came back to her original spot, cupping your tit with her big hand, squeezing and stroking it.

She was far from gentle yet it seemed so tender through your perspective, much more gentle then anybody at the brothel.

She slowly brought her mouth closer to the other breast, staring at you through her lashes before beginning to suck on your nipple. Slowly, and gently latching onto it.

She suckled, eyes closed and pleased. Her hand left your other breast, traveling down to your cunt.

With no ounce of patience, she entered one thick finger into your slick cunt. A moan left your mouth, arching your back which caused your breast to go further into her mouth.

Did i mention she had rather large hands?

She started curling it, pressing down onto your g-spot. Your spongy walls squeezed around her finger, making wet and sloppy noises she's never heard before.

She laughed darkly onto your tit and then let it go with a "pop" noise.

She looked at you, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure. "Feel nice, dearest?"

You nodded, whine and whimpers coming from the utter depths of your chest. Remembering her command to use words and not gestures, you spoke. "Yes.. so- so good.."

With that, she entered another digit into your sopping cunt. You were just being so damn good and obedient for her, she had to make you feel good.

Her fingers pumped in and out of you at a pace you've never felt before, squirming endlessly. She held you down with one arm, stopping your squirming.

"I-I'm so close.." Your words echoed through her mind and she smirked.

"Stay silent." She said firmly, bringing her breast to your mouth as she kept her extended arm fingering you deeply.

You moaned on it, basically feeding on your tit. You were so close, just about to be pushed over the edge.

"Cum, dearest." she spoke in a sultry tone, causing you to come undone, squirting on her hand.

She helped you ride your high, pressing into your velvety spot multiple times till you backed away.

Your fluids coated her fingers and she didn't hesitate to clean them with her tongue. She smothered the liquid on her lips and then the rest into her mouth.

You reached up for her, needing some sense of closure. Your hand tangled into her hair. "K..kiss-" you said softly.

"What's that, dear? Do you wish for a kiss?" She teased, her clean hand touching your cheek gently.

A nod from you was enough to make her kiss you, not even a single word needed.

She asserted dominance in the kiss quickly, exploring your mouth with her tongue. Even if she expected patience from others, she was not a patient woman.

It was a passionate kiss, leaving you pushing on her chest with a small palm, desperate for air.

She broke the kiss with a string of saliva connecting your tongues. You breathed with your tongue resting slightly outside your mouth.

You tugged at her panties, needing them off, needing to please her.

She made you feel so good, how could you now return the favor?

She did as you asked and took off her own panties the kneeling on the bed. You knew what she wanted and you were prepared to serve it to her on a sliver platter.

She lowered her pussy onto your face, the wet mess of arousal on your lips and nose. "Eat, dearest." She demanded, a smile on her lips as her hands founds the headboard.

You nodded, a muffled "Yes ma'am" as you began to suck on her clit. She had a bush above her pussy, tickling your face but you didn't care, it just made you more needy.

You ate her like some sort of candy, starving for something to eat.

It was messy, sloppy, uncalled for. She moved one hand to grip your hair. She bucked her hips against your face, her clit getting friction against your nose.

She came on your face quickly, savoring the moment.

Collapsing besides you, she held your arm. Both of you panted, breathing heavily in inexplicable pleasure.

"Think you're the one that requires a shower now." she spoke, a breathy laugh at the back of her throat.

You whined, a "hngh" leaving your lips. Turning your body and resting it on top of hers.

Wasn't that a nice mother's day gift?

[gtgbabie0]

Can I make a request for Ambessa with wife!reader and reader is a few months postpartum and she’s insecure about her figure. Ambessa decides to comfort her and show her how special she really is.

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Synopsis: {The birth of your child left you with many doubts and your wife proves them all wrong} CW: talks of childbirth, body image issues, themes of postpartum depression, bathing together. AN: I got so carried away with this. oml.

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The birthing bed was your battlefield as the wife to a fearsome warlord— a fate that had surprisingly brought you more happiness than you had originally anticipated, that was until your waters broke and the contractions started. Then you were cursing Ambessa’s name.

You were prepared for this, your handmaidens spent day and night explaining to you the pain and showing you hand-drawn pictures— your mother had even told you of her own experiences. It was all pointless because you quickly learned that no word or picture could ever even begin to describe the pain of childbirth.

It didn’t get much easier from there. The battle continued even after the birth of a healthy baby boy and girl—oh how grateful your wife was—twins, a strong boy and girl to carry on her name… a miracle. You only wished you could share her joy, but you couldn’t. There was an odd disconnect that had managed to wedge itself between you, your children, and Ambessa.

Your skin didn’t feel your own, hell, your whole life didn’t feel like yours— almost as if you had taken the place of some stranger, a different woman that was not you. That woman was more suited to be a mother, a wife. It was a sickening feeling, one that often left you immobilised in bed.

You didn’t want to face the mirrors, hold your babies, or have your wife look at you, much less touch you—hence why you slept with a pillow stuffed between you both, not wanting to risk it… despite how much you deeply yearned for it, and oh how you really did yearn for her comforting touch.

It was the reason your maid brings you your nightly tea with just enough crushed poppy flowers to knock you out— you preferred to sleep before your wife got back from her duties, although you told your maids differently.

“Leave it on the table.” The words leave you with a sigh, not looking over to her from your place on the sofa— a deep red velvet colour, soft to the touch, your wife only accepts perfection.

“Lady Medarda, surely a simple ginger tea would be better for you?— The pain shouldn’t be lasting this long.” bless her, she sounded so concerned. Of course, your excuse of birthing pains could only last so long, five whole months had passed since— the warmth of summer slowly dwindling away, replaced by a sharp chill that autumn brought.

You shake your head, bringing your fingertips to your temple with a pitiful glint in your eyes, ready to put on a show— then the bedroom door opens and your handmaiden is bowing to Ambessa, whose eyes are fixed onto you, stepping off to the side politely.

“You’re back early.” The words fly from your lips faster than you could even process them and far more harshly than intended, however, the quiver in your voice gives you away. Your false bravado was not lost on Ambessa, that mask you wore did not fool her.

“Leave us.” Her words are sharp, stern and has the maid scurrying off— dress clutched in her hands. You could already hear the gossip she was sure to spread with the other servants.

A sigh escapes you as your eyes flicker over to the flames in the fireplace, watching the embers dance wildly within the hearth— Ambessa’s heavy, golden spear hanging above, displayed proudly, every nick and indent tells a different story. You let your mind wander in hopes she'll drop it.

“Do I need to send for a doctor?” She doesn't. Your wife was a smart woman, she knew you like the back of her hand and could read all your inner thoughts, until recently— now getting a single word out of you was like trying to get blood out of a stone. Instead, she was left with this distance you had managed to put between yourself and her. Ambessa felt it, she just didn’t know how exactly to approach it and it was driving her crazy.

She was a practical woman, fixing her problems with strength, not emotions, this was not her strong suit. But she also did not know defeat.

“No, I am fine.” The lie didn’t sound convincing in the slightest, not even in your own ears— the words make you wince and from the sound of her scoff she didn’t believe you either.

You hated to be the cause of her concern, gods only know how busy the woman already was. Ambessa watches you, studying your movements with slightly narrowed eyes as you tug your shawl over your shoulders— grasping the soft fabric as if it were some sort of protective shield, a lifeline, that you wished desperately to disappear into.

“This is not fine, lie to your handmaidens all you want but do not lie to me.” Her tone is much softer than you deserve, you can’t help but cower away with a look of shame in your eyes— it only triples when she kneels down in front of you, her big, battle-worn hands resting over your knees.

The Ambessa Medarda, a feared warrior, kneeling before you like you were some sort of deity worth praying to… no it didn’t feel right.

The words die on your tongue, getting stuck in the back of your throat tightly— a whimper is the only thing you can let out, such a weak sound, strained with this insecurity that had been eating away at you for months.

“I do not know what it is— just an ache I cannot rid myself of, no matter what I do.” you breathe, dropping your head slightly as your gaze falls to her hands, the way her thumb rubs the inside of your knee. “I bring shame upon this family— upon you.”

Ambessa tuts at your words, pinching your chin between her index finger and thumb. “Shame?— look at me,” your eyes find her own hesitantly. “You are my greatest treasure… my proudest accomplishment.”

“I can’t be— I’m not fit for motherhood, to be your wife. I am weak.”

She bristles, “No flower, you are the furthest thing from weak. Motherhood is no easy feat, but we strengthen each other… you have me. Forever.” her eyes never once straying from your own.

You have only ever heard such loving sincerity from her a handful of times, on the day she asked you to marry her and the first time she had taken your maidenhead— your wedding night, and now. It’s a stern tone that is draped in earnest, so heavy with love, leaving no space for arguments.

Ambessa wouldn’t hear another word of it, of you speaking poorly of yourself— she had taken someone’s tongue after they foolishly insulted you, that wasn’t for nothing, that was out of devotion.

So all you can do is apologise— “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—” but even that she doesn’t want to hear, her lips pressing a soothing kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“No more apologies, no more distance. You have me.” She promises, words whispered against your cheek before she pulls back to admire you with a soft yet firm stare. “Understood?”

“Yes, I understand.” You whisper, leaning into her hand as soon as her rough palm meets your cheek— your chest tightens and your eyes prickle with tears, it had been far too long since you felt her tender touch. With a hum of acknowledgement, she leans forward, still kneeling before you, her hand curving across your jaw to cup the back of your head— her lips meeting your own in a slow kiss, the rough pad of her thumb brushing your tears away.

“Shh my heart, I’m right here.” She soothes, lips brushing along your jaw when you melt further into her— trembling hands resting upon her broad shoulders which she cages within her own big ones as she pulls back to admire you. “I’ll have a bath prepared for us.”

Her words make you tense, something uncomfortable churning within your stomach at the thought. “No, my body has changed— it’s—”

“—It is just as perfect as the night I first had you.”

“No, it’s different.”

“Sweetling, you have brought life into this world. It’s a beautiful change.” She murmurs against your knuckles with an almost reverent gleam in her eyes, one that almost breaks down the defences that you have built up around your fragile heart, almost.

Ambessa can sense your unease, the hesitation— the way you can’t seem to meet her eyes and it destroys her, how had she failed to protect you from this? She brings your palm to rest over her heart, her eyes searching your own. “Trust me with this, let me worship you.” there's a soft question hidden beneath her tone, behind the firmness of what sounds like a demand.

“Just— Just a bath,” you whisper, glossy eyes and strained voice and she nods in response— cupping your face ever so gently as she repeats “Just a bath.” in agreement.

You trust her enough to guide you to your shared bathroom, enough to let her peel your nightgown off with careful hands, fingertips grazing across your body ever so slightly. The comforting scent of rose and honey wisps around you, carrying memories of nights you’ve shared like this and the prospect of being close to her seems a little less daunting as the familiarity warms your heart and the hot water envelops your body.

Ambessa's form engulfs your own as she sits behind you, strong thighs caging either side of you. It was protective, how her hands rub across your shoulders soothingly and the soft whispers of sweet nothings that leave her lips, muffled into the nape of your neck. She wishes to rid you of any self-doubt that had wormed itself into your mind.

Bubbles splay across your chest, your arms wrapped tightly around your knees that you’ve tucked beneath your chin in an attempt to make yourself smaller. “Flower?— relax into me,” her voice breaks you out of your thoughts as she slowly guides you back against her chest, wrapping an arm around your abdomen whilst the other moves to cup your cheek.

The candlelight flickers against your face as you tip your head backwards to look up at her, her thumb wiping away a stray tear that had escaped you. “Forgive me for not noticing your pain sooner,” She whispers, dropping a kiss to your forehead and then another to the tip of your nose.

The warm water laps at your bodies slightly as you move to curl up further into her, wanting to disappear in her embrace. “Just don’t let go,” and with that her arms tighten around your body, leaning to rest her forehead against your own.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. Your place in my heart is yours, no one can take that from you.” You sigh at your words, letting out a teary giggle as she peppers kisses over your face. For the first time in a while, you felt whole, full, in a way you thought you would never feel again, for the time being at least… you savoured every second of it.

Her fingertips trace over the stretch marks left by your pregnancy, letting her lips trail over the dewy skin of your shoulders whispering soft “I love yous,” against you as she washes your hair— smirking at the way you let your guard down for her, how your eyes flutter close and the way sigh and hum in delight as she massages your scalp.

The water felt cleansing in a way, as it trickles down your head and along your back, washing away the months of aches that weighed on top of you. “How does that feel?” She asks, lips brushing along your jaw.

“Good, much better.” The relief in your tone brought immeasurable amounts of satisfaction to her that she couldn’t help but chuckle, happiness blooming through her chest as she replies with a soft. “That’s what I like to hear, my sweet.”

Ambessa vows to herself in that very moment to spend the night and every other night paying homage to the curves and dips of your body, to each stretch mark that maps over your skin until you feel nothing but love— she would put your pieces back together again no matter how jagged the edges were.

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[thegothicchangeling]

What kills me about Ambessa is that she believes she can protect her children through conquest, and even when she's proven wrong, she can't see it. She makes enemies everywhere she goes, and that led to Kino's death. Instead of realizing that, the loss just reaffirms to her that war is necessary. And now, she's losing her daughter for it as well.

[arcanescreencaps]

Ambessa Base Splash in League of Legends

[melmedarda]

Mel's Motion Comic is out!

[leithvit]

Collab with https://www.tiktok.com/@kropyva_eli?_t=ZM-8tLEJMs1p7l&_r=1 🔥✨️

Two wolfes

[league-of-skins]

Chosen of the Wolf Ambessa (Legendary), Katarina, Kindred, Pantheon, and Swain (+ Prestige)

katarina i love u 🫶🫶

the skins all look really good in game too. i think pantheon’s is the weakest.

i know some people won’t like it but i lowkey fw shirtless swain. i’ve also never noticed how smooth his animations are.

i’m personally against champions getting a release skin that’s higher than the epic tier. obviously kindred deserved it more but i still think they look really good with the new visual effects. ultimately, ambessa just isn’t old enough for a legendary skin to be appealing. especially a lore skin.

still waiting for viktor vgu. and mel champion release?

[sapphic-boyfriend]

“so you don’t like caitlyn but you like ambessa?”

yes !! precisely !!😁😁

[helloimamistake]

I genuinely have no idea of what im doing

[wiwpai]

Fenavix x AMBESSA

SECOND comm out of two of some LoL art >:3

[lorasdolly]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐭 𝟏

(AU)

Kori Sharma had watched her father betray everybody since the break of dawn, but never in a century did she imagine he would do the same to his favorite daughter. Life drained from her features with any color that had originally been there. She simply wanted to follow in her mother’s footsteps and finish what her mother had started.

But it seemed every good deed couldn’t go unpunished.

His eyes were heavy as he dragged Kori to the elders, disappointment that seemed to be a common occurrence between the two. A give and take relationship where all she did was give.

The Roman Empire was supposed to be the greatest, but to be so great, it must be unforgiving.

Like a lamb to slaughter, she had been brought to her knees before the sculptures of those who were sworn above her, a God that resided but never showed himself. Those that couldn’t be seen would decide her fate. The despair in her eyes looked awfully verbatim to a sheep stuck between the teeth of a wolf, or perhaps a lion.

Discussions between priests were murmured and the crowd gathered, waiting for a heretic such as herself to be maimed. They jumped in glee at murder, at destruction.

She had her hands tied behind her back, many thoughts running through her head. Her body curled into itself in an attempt at self-preservation. She wanted to plead guilty and hope that the God they praised and sang hymns for listened to the prayers that endlessly slipped off her lips, just this once.

The audience had one thing in common, the look of disdain painted across their faces. The train of her gown was cast behind her, it looked identical to a rag now. She had been brutalized once, and now this would count as the second time. She had been forsaken for the millionth time in her life, and counting.

She knew deep down in her guts and veins that she was innocent. She wanted to do what was best. It wasn't wrong, right? Maybe she was no good.

Soon, the smell of wood overwhelmed her nose, a strange scent of belonging waving over the girl. It was unfamiliar to feel so familiar with death, but it wasn't dying that brought her to reminisce about her home.

Rather the circumstances of death, the wood being nailed to burn her, the charred scent of it being engraved. Rallying chants of support echoed throughout the arena as they lifted the wood, tying it down to the floor, ensuring a smooth transition from life to the lack thereof.

Soon, a man who sat higher in the arena walked behind her. He hovered, the sun reflecting on his umber and unscathed skin. With scornful distance, he pulled a blindfold against Kori’s features, specifically her eyes, blinding her from the light she doubted she to see ever again.

Kori held her breath, an attempt to conceal herself, making herself seem smaller, weaker, fragile, a grasp for even the faintest sliver of sympathy or pity. Her sight flickered into nothingness, the arena yelling louder.

The scene was ironic, praising a merciful God, sending his only son, but sending his children to the flames without a trace of hesitation. Kori wasn’t one to hold grudges, but she anticipated taking her resentment to the afterlife, even if she must meet the devil.

A ringing developed in her ear, and she felt nearly blessed that the cheers were beginning to become inaudible. They hoisted her practically limp body up, mercilessly dragging it towards the uplifted piece of wood, created for her demise.

She didn’t plead, she did not beg, she silently accepted that the odds weren’t in her favor, and perhaps they’d never be. Even then, she couldn’t avoid the look of desperation for a savior.

Soon the man moving her body went still, and the ringing in her ears along with the rallying toned down. A demanding presence was impending, even if Kori could not see nor hear them.

“Release her.”

A polished voice echoed, the sound of commanded respect. The vicinity was seized by the woman who stood firmly at the door. Kori had heard that voice before, and a gasp exited her mouth with a quickening fervor.

“You dare make decisions without consulting the Medardas’?” Her stern voice along with the vehemence in the way she strides toward the center kept the audience silent and ensured civility.

Kori felt her piercing gaze hovering behind her kneeled frame, wondering the choices she might make. The woman’s silky yet toughened hands cupped Kori’s cheek from behind, an intensity unmatched as she nearly tenderly removed the blindfold restraining Kori.

The ties around Kori’s hand were cut loose and the woman’s full lips lingered at her ear, “Watch, child.” She whispered, her eyes tracing over Kori’s injured and scratched face.

The woman then stood, intimidating the priests and executioner.

“Miss Ambessa Medarda—“ spoke the executioner but then had a hand pressed against his back by a priest, forced into a bowing gesture. Kori lifted her gaze, getting a glimpse of Ambessa, her face presenting entire awe.

The way those who Kori imagined had the most power cowered in fear before Ambessa was disquieting, and worthy of praise. “Who in the heavens gave you authority?” Ambessa spoke thickly, authority coating the edge of every word.

Kori couldn’t strip her gaze from her, nearly mesmerized. Ambessa drew her sword once she received no response, “The cowardly have no place in our empire.”

Silence became stammering, but Ambessa paid it no mind, her eyes now drifting back to Kori. “What should we do?” The union in Ambess’s words, making it as if they were one, had Kori’s eyes widening. “W—We?” Kori repeated in a whisper, reverence lining her words.

Ambessa moved her stance now in front of Kori. She crouched and placed the sword right before her, granting her authority to choose. “What will it be, little one,” she began, awfully tempting. “Will you slice your own neck off or will you avenge?” Venom neared her every syllable, encouraging Kori to pick up the sword, become a soldier, and seek vengeance for her mother who died needlessly.

But Kori Sharma was not a warrior, and neither was her mother. Comparable to a saint, she was reluctant to comply.

Her eyes flickered from the sword to Ambessa’s face. That was when Ambessa realized, she couldn’t make a fighter out of prey.

A bouncing chuckle escaped Ambessa’s throat, her hand coming to trace the features on Kori’s face. “You hesitate to slay the same crowd that was willing to slay you, how… endearing.” Her hand faltered off Kori’s face.

Kori shook her head, pushing the sword away, intimidated by all the eyes set on her. From the priests to the audience. She feared death, but she feared bringing death far more.

“I will make further use of you, one way or another,” Ambessa said, her hand cradling your cheek, her fingers then crawling to gently close your eyes. It was nearing protective the way Ambessa guaranteed you couldn’t watch, her sword back in her own palm, slicing the head of a priest and an executioner.

Blood gushed out, and even if Kori couldn’t physically see it, the screams of terror and the smell of metal overwhelmed her. Ambessa had no reaction to the gruesome violence before her eyes and caused at her hand. She had become at home with the remains of war and leadership.

“Let this set an example,” Ambessa said, whistling at her guards to restrain Kori once again, taking her elsewhere. “To never deem my authority beneath that of a mere priest.”

She followed behind the guard, her sword encased once again. Kori let herself be taken, worry filling her five senses, yet hope was somehow restored.

God was not her savior, but Ambessa Medarda was.

[gtgbabie0]

Could I request Ambessa with a chubby reader who’s insecure about their body/weight while Ambessa is literally begging for them to sit on her face/crush her head with their thighs?

—🦌

{Sitting on Ambessa’s face}

!!-18//MDNI-!! omfg thank youu🙏 #needthaaat!!

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Ambessa had single-handedly fought off armies, she can swing a great sword around as if they weighed nothing— hell the golden spear she keeps on display in your shared bedroom was only half a testament to her strength and the thing was taller than two of you. Yet you still weren’t convinced she could really take you.

It was a fucking insult to her and no she really did take it personally.

“Do you not trust me?” Ambessa inquires, eyebrow cocked and eyes slightly narrowed.

“No, I do trust you I just—"

“Then, sit. on. my. face.” You couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbles past your lips, oh the great feared warrior begging for you to sit on her face?… it was a sight.

But at last, that lingering doubt was still eating away at you— even if your stomach was flooded with that familiar heat of desire and your cunt throbbed at the very thought. Ambessa could see it in your eyes, you poor thing. Her fingers wrap around your wrist, bringing your hand to settle over her toned abdomen— the naked skin warm beneath your palms.

“I don’t doubt your strength either,” you whisper, biting down on your bottom lip as you run your hand across her stomach— feeling the muscles tense under your delicate touch. “What if it’s unflattering? or too much… I’m heavy Ambessa.”

She almost guffaws in disbelief at your words, her gaze softening slightly at the sight of your eyes— so very unsure of yourself, flickering around in discomfort. Her battle-worn hands are immediately cupping your face, making you look up at her as her thumbs caress your warm cheeks.

“My heart, I’ve taken you in every possible position— trust me, there is no ‘unflattering angle’ about you,” her voice is smooth and velvety in such a way that has your shoulders relaxing, leaning into her big palms. “Your weight is not a worry for me and it shouldn’t be for you either. I need to feel you all around me… I need to drown in you.”

The reverence in her tone makes you all types of dizzy, coupled with the way her hands are mapping out the curves and dips of your luscious body— grasping at the fat on your hips and thighs to tug you impossibly closer to her and suddenly you become oh so aware of just how strong she is, she really could manhandle you— the thought makes your cunt clench around nothing, throbbing against her toned thigh.

“Sit on my face, let me ravish you… hm?” Her nose brushes along the underside of your soft jaw, feeling your pulse quicken beneath the shape of her lips— coaxing you.

you let out an unsure whine, biting the inside of your cheek before finally conceding, giving in to her soothing touch. “Mhm, y-yes… yes, if you’re so sure.” you nod, whimpering as she kisses along your neck mumbling a rough, “Good girl,” into your skin.

Excitement prickles at your skin as you watch her sink back against the crimson silk of the bedsheets and pillows— her hands harshly squeezing the curve of your ass to urge you forward, beckoning you closer with a nod of her chin. “Come my girl, make yourself comfortable.”

Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of her head, fingers grasping the headboard as Ambessa yanks you down onto her mouth, fed up with your nervous hovering. “Sit,” the command is muffed against your slick folds, sending a sharp tingle of need up your spine. It feels far too good to argue with her so you relax, trusting her strong hands and the way they hold your plush hips— fingertips digging into the fat.

“Hnng— ah! ah! Ambessa!” You whine, grinding down against her as soon as your bare cunt makes contact with her mouth, your eyes rolling backwards as the tip of her nose nudges against your clit, her tongue plunging into your needy hole. She relishes in the way you lose control, using her face for your own pleasure. Her rough hands are all over your curves, hips and waist, guiding your movements with a low moan of approval. Her eyes flicker up to you for a moment, catching the way your tits bounce with each jolt that shoots through your body every time she licks at your clit— she can’t help but snake an arm up along your body, over the pudge of your tummy, to cup one of your breasts, squeezing, as you continue to rock against her mouth.

“Mm, that’s it— that’s it,” she groans into your cunt, “Soak my face, darling, cum in mouth.”— she was slurping at you, swallowing up every single last drop your greedy pussy gave her as you gush all over her mouth, crying out her name, nails digging into the oak headboard. God she was going to do this all night, every fucking night.

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[thegothicchangeling]

Ambessa Medarda would probably read The Hunger Games and think they were a good idea.

[tardigradeinatrenchcoat]

Leave Me With My Demons,

Hear My Voice Call!

Stimboard for Ms. Chosen of the Wolf Ambessa my beloved <333

!🔥-🐺-🔥!

!🦁-🌋-🦁!

!🔥-🐺-🔥!

(DNI; bigots, alt-rights, zionists, anti-mogai, truscum, transmeds, (pro)endos, NSFW, ddlg)

[caicreations]

First Ambessa Medarda Bot!

Hey y’all! Second(?) post for this week, and this was a request from @ Lux! 𖣂 on TikTok, so hopefully it’s written well since I’ve never written for Ambessa before 😅 This week hasn’t been as bad as I thought it was gonna be workload-wise, but my APUSH teacher somehow lost my packet worth 20 points?? (Had a perfectly valid crashout over it🥴) but other than that it’s been okay. Next week is gonna be a bit funky as I’ve got a surgery planned, so I’m gonna try to get some stuff out before Friday🤞🏼 As always, feel free to DM me with requests, helpful feedback, or even just to say hi!💜

[cl-0v3r]

Ambessa: "no! We must distance ourselves, she is safer as our enemy"

Meanwhile Mel Medarda:

"What the fuck"