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✞⛧ Worth the coin (Ambessa x reader Nsfw) ✞⛧

Brief context: You are a prostitute and ambessa is your client.

“Are you going to kneel there all night, little one, or are you going to earn your coin?” Ambessa’s voice cut through the heavy air like a blade, sharp and commanding. Her golden-brown eyes bore into you, unyielding, as she leaned back on the worn couch, her muscular frame a testament to years of battle and discipline. The room felt smaller with her in it, her presence dominating every inch of space.

You swallowed hard, your knees pressed into the cold tile floor, the chill grounding you as you fought to steady your breathing. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Normal clients were greasy men from the Lanes, paying for a fleeting moment of pleasure. But Ambessa Medarda, the Iron Lioness, the Matriarch of the Medarda Clan, was anything but normal.

Her rich mahogany skin glowed under the dim light, scars telling stories of wars fought and won. Her short, wavy hair framed her angular face, streaks of silver catching the light. She was fully naked, her body a mix of strength and grace, her thighs parted in a stance that left no room for hesitation. Her gaze was calculating, almost amused, as she watched you struggle to find your footing in this unfamiliar territory.

“I… I wasn’t sure if—” you started, your voice trembling.

“If what?” she interrupted, her tone sharp, her head tilting slightly as she regarded you. “If I’d bite? If I’d tear you apart? Or perhaps you were just intimidated.” Her lips curled into a smirk, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Little one, I didn’t come here to be pampered. I came here to be pleasured.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t deny the thrill that followed. You had never been one to back down from a challenge and Ambessa was the ultimate challenge. With a shaky breath, you leaned forward, your eyes locked on the patch of skin before you. Her scent was intoxicating—musky and rich—and it made your head swim.

“That’s it,” she purred as your tongue tentatively touched her. Her voice was low, a rumble that vibrated through your bones. Her hand moved to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as she guided you closer. “Good girl.”

The praise sent a surge of confidence through you, and you began to explore her with more confidence. You tasted her, the tang of her arousal sharp on your tongue, and you moaned softly against her. Her thighs tensed, muscles rippling under your hands as you held them open.

Ambessa’s breathing became heavier, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Her head tilted back, exposing the strong column of her throat, and you couldn’t help but admire the way her body responded to your touch. Her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, and you could feel the heat radiating from her.

“Fuck,” she hissed as you focused your attention on her clit, swirling your tongue around the sensitive nub. Her grip on your hair tightened, and she pulled you closer, forcing your face deeper into her. The sensation was overwhelming, but you didn’t dare pull away. You wanted to please her, to hear more of those breathless moans that escaped her lips.

“Yes, like that,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “You’re doing so well, little one.”

Her words spurred you on, and you began to move your head side to side, your tongue working tirelessly to bring her closer to the edge. You could feel her thighs trembling under your hands, her hips rolling in time with your movements.

One of your hands left her thigh, moving to her entrance. You teased her, your fingers brushing against her wetness but not quite entering her. Ambessa groaned, a sound that was both frustrated and amused.

“Bold move,” she said, her voice tinged with warning. “Teasing a Noxian general is a dangerous game, little one.”

You didn’t respond, too focused on the task at hand. You continued to tease her, your fingers hovering just outside her entrance, and you could feel her body tense with anticipation.

“Enough,” she said suddenly, her voice sharp. Her hand moved from your hair to your jaw, and she pulled you away from her. You looked up at her, your lips glistening with her slick, and you could see the hunger in her eyes.

“You’ve proven yourself a capable tease,” she said, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “But now it’s my turn.”

She leaned back, reaching for something on the couch beside her. Your eyes widened as you saw the large black strap-on in her hand. Your heart pounded in your chest as she adjusted it, her gaze never leaving yours.

“Get on the bed,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated for a moment, your body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement, but you obeyed.

As you climbed onto the bed, you felt the weight of her gaze on you, and you knew there was no turning back. Ambessa Medarda was in control, and you were at her mercy.

“Good girl,” she purred, her voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Now, let’s see just how much you can take.”

The cold air of the room prickled at your skin as you knelt on the bed, your back to Ambessa. You could hear the soft rustling of leather as she adjusted the strap-on, the sound sending shivers down your spine. The silence was heavy, broken only by the sound of your shallow breathing and the faint click of the harness tightening. Your heart raced, each beat echoing in your ears like a war drum. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet there was a thrill coursing through you, a heat pooling low in your belly.

“Turn around,” Ambessa’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and commanding. You obeyed without hesitation, your eyes meeting hers as you shifted to face her. She stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you with an air of dominance that made your breath hitch. The strap-on hung heavy between her legs, the dark, polished surface catching the dim light of the room. It was intimidating—both in size and in the way it seemed to embody her power.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. Ambessa’s gaze was piercing, her golden brown eyes studying you with an intensity that made you feel like she could see straight into your soul. She stepped closer, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight, and you instinctively leaned back, your hands bracing against the bed.

“Nervous?” she asked, her tone dripping with amusement. There was a smirk playing on her lips, a knowing look in her eyes that made your cheeks flush. You nodded, unable to find your voice.

“Good,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Fear can be… useful.”

Her hand reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek in a gesture that was almost tender—if it weren’t for the predatory glint in her eyes. You shivered under her touch, your body betraying the mix of fear and anticipation that was coursing through you.

“Now,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down your neck, over your collarbone, and then lower, “let’s see if you’re as eager as you seemed earlier.”

Her hand dipped between your legs, and you gasped as her fingers found your already slick folds. She didn’t tease, didn’t play—she pressed against your clit with a firmness that made your hips jerk involuntarily. A whimper escaped your lips, and Ambessa’s smirk widened.

“Ah, there it is,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Such a desperate little thing.”

Her fingers moved with purpose, circling your clit in a way that had you arching into her touch. You felt your body responding to her, the heat building quickly, your breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. And then, just as quickly as she’d started, she pulled her hand away, leaving you panting and aching.

“No,” she said, her tone firm. “Not yet.”

You whined, the sound escaping before you could stop it, and Ambessa’s eyes gleamed with amusement.

“Patience, little one,” she said, her voice a low purr. “We’re just getting started.”

She stepped back, her hands moving to your hips as she guided you to lie down on the bed. You obeyed, your body trembling as you stretched out before her. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between your legs, her gaze fixed on you.

“Spread your legs,” she commanded, and you did, your thighs falling open to expose yourself fully to her. The cool air against your most intimate parts made you shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of her gaze as she looked at you.

Ambessa’s hands moved to your thighs, her grip firm as she pushed them further apart. You felt a whimper building in your throat, but you bit it back, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. Her smirk told you she knew exactly what you were doing, but she didn’t call you out on it. Instead, she leaned forward, her breath warm against your skin as she positioned the tip of the strap-on at your entrance.

You held your breath, your body tense as you waited for her to push forward. But she didn’t—not yet. Instead, she just stayed there, the tip pressing against you just enough to make you ache for more.

“Do you want this?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

You nodded frantically, unable to form words.

“Use your words, little one,” she said, her tone firm.

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, what?” she pressed, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Yes, I want it,” you said, your voice trembling.

“Good girl,” she purred, her tone sending a shiver down your spine. And then, without any further warning, she thrust forward, the strap-on sliding into you in one smooth, relentless motion.

You cried out, your back arching off the bed as you felt the length of her filling you. It was intense, overwhelming, and yet it was exactly what you needed. Ambessa didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. She set a punishing pace, her hips slamming into yours with a force that had you seeing stars.

Your hands scrambled for purchase on the bed, your fingers clutching at the sheets as she fucked you with a ruthless intensity. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, your body responding to her in ways you hadn’t thought possible. You could hear the sound of skin against skin, the rhythmic slap of her hips meeting yours, and it only served to heighten the experience.

Ambessa’s grip on your thighs tightened, her fingers digging into your flesh as she held you in place. You could feel the strength in her hands, the power in her movements, and it made your head spin. She was in complete control, and you were at her mercy—and you loved it.

“That’s it,” she growled, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Take it, little one.”

You moaned, the sound loud and unrestrained, and Ambessa’s grip on your thighs tightened even more. Her thrusts became harder, deeper, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body coiling tight with the promise of release.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” Ambessa said, her tone sharp and commanding.

You whimpered, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. But you obeyed, as you always did, and Ambessa’s smirk only widened.

“Good girl,” she purred, her voice sending a shiver down your spine. “We’re not done yet.”

Her pace slowed, her thrusts becoming longer, more deliberate. You could feel every inch of her as she moved inside you, and it was almost too much to handle. But Ambessa didn’t stop, didn’t let up. She kept going, her eyes locked on yours, and you felt yourself unraveling under her gaze.

You were close, so close, and then Ambessa leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “Come for me, little one.”

It was all the permission you needed. Your body tensed, your back arching off the bed as the wave of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out, your voice echoing in the room, and Ambessa groaned, her hips slamming into yours as she chased her own release.

You felt her body trembling above you, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, and then she stilled, her body tensing as she came. The sound she made was low and throaty, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

For a moment, the room was silent save for the sound of your ragged breathing. And then Ambessa pulled out, the sudden emptiness making you wince. She shifted, moving to lie beside you, and you turned your head to look at her.

Her expression was calm, almost soft, but there was still a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. You didn’t say anything, didn’t know what to say, and Ambessa didn’t seem to expect anything from you. She just reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek, and you leaned into her touch, your body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.

“Good girl,” she murmured, her voice low and husky.

You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of her touch, and for a moment, everything else faded away. But then Ambessa’s hand dropped, and you opened your eyes to find her climbing off the bed.

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