The music danced through the halls as you entered the theater's lobby. The walls seemed to be glistening, the candlelight glowing on the guilded golden walls, shining warm orange hues onto the crowds. The theater wasn't busy. Since you had arrived a little late most of them were already in their seats. You got your directions from the usher before advancing up the steps to your box. You kept your back straight, hands clasped in front of you, chin high, all mannerisms you had learned from Ambessa. Having taught you the coloration of appearance and power, you started taking more care of how you presented yourself. You had worn makeup tonight, pretty but not dramatic, and your dress was elegant, yet not too flashy. Although you knew Ambessa would find you tempting no matter what you wore.
At her request, you were meeting her in the box. You had mentioned once your interest in the arts, a very very small interest. Never taking anything you say lightly, she had demanded you watch a show with her. Disguising it under the pretense that you would "talk business" whilst you were there. But you had the feeling there wouldn't be much talking.
You reached the steps to the box, and an usher opened the doors for you. You could hear the crowd rustling below, still not quiet yet for the show. But as you stepped into the box the house lights turned off, sending a hush through the crowd. You could feel the radiation of her energy before you could see her face. Her large silhouette was stoic and strong, seeming to turn her seat into her own throne. Just the set of her shoulders made it seem like this theater was her kingdom, and the audience below were subjects at her mercy.
Her head turned as you stepped up next to her, a swift and smooth motion. Grazing over your form, her eyes swept from top to bottom, taking in your attempt at pretty diplomacy. Her focus halted on your neckline, not deep enough to show anything, but Ambessa was quite good at imagining. Or remembering.
"You look nice," she said, cool and calm. Illuminated by only the footlights near the floor, her face was dark, shadows of her eyelashes danced across her face as she blinked, and her copper eyes turned nearly black.
Her compliment flooded your body with warmth, followed directly by her command. "Sit."
You sat next to her, sitting poised and perfectly like she taught you. You knew it was juvenile to want her praise, but you did hope she appreciated your effort. Ambessa had taught you a lot about politics and power, and you wanted to impress. Although, you understood how hard that was. You crossed your legs, resting your hands on your lap. There weren't two seats, of course. Just one large loveseat with enough room for three people. But, Ambessa and her wide-spread legs left just enough room for you. Feeling her eyes on you still, you tried to keep your focus on the curtain and its patience, waiting closed and still.
The curtains opened and the play started, a few actors on stage acting out some sort of whimsical scene. It seemed to be in a language you didn't know, or their words were just unintelligible as Ambessa's presence next to you kept interrupting your focus. You knew her body well enough that it was like you could feel her skin on you now.
Enough time passed, your mind absorbing none of what you were meant to be watching. You shifted in your seat, resisting the urge to wring your hands or play with the fabric of your dress. Knowing Ambessa didn't want to just watch a performance, your anticipation grew.
"Not to your liking?" Ambessa asked, almost like a tease. She knew the truth behind your lack of attention wasn't related to the contents of the show. Your breath hitched as she finally broke the tension, sliding a hand on your thigh. Her hands were rough, marked, and calloused, but not once did that mean you didn't want her touch. "Should've known you couldn't sit still."
"Maybe I should find a way to entertain you," she said casually. Your pulse spiked as she finally revealed her intentions, surprising you even though you knew it was coming. You shifted slightly next to her, angling yourself towards her the tiniest bit. Rubbing your thigh and scrunching up the fabric, Ambessa slid her hand onto your skin. The contact sent a flush to your core and your face, the latter you were glad she couldn't see in the dim light.
Intoxicating and siphoning your attention, Ambessa's hand had you forgetting you were in public. Her hand drew a sound out of you immediately, soft but something Ambessa would never miss. Her face was poorly light, but you could still see the shadow of a smile. She knew she had you.
Hooking her hand on the inside of your thigh, she pulled you closer to her, close enough that she could comfortably rest her hand at the apex of your thighs. You moved against her immediately, earning a chuckle from her. Always admiring your eagerness, she doesn't stop you, encouraging you to go on with the movement of her fingers.
She hummed as you shifted next to her, her deep voice making it seem more like a growl. Leaning towards your neck as the show went on, she stopped right near your ear. "You look so pretty when you're trying."
Your face flushed again as she finally validated your efforts. For words you had been waiting most of the night for, the speed at which they fled your brain was impressive. Replaced by your impatience with the slowness of her hands. Ambessa knew she had you. She had you trying to impress her, dressing up, sitting pretty, listening, and waiting. You were under her hand, practically burning. And she had you right where she wanted you.
"There is one lesson you should learn about power, my dear," Ambessa started, snapping you out of your haze. Her smooth, poised accent was like music, dancing over whatever you were meant to be listening to from the stage. Squeezing your now bare thigh, she focused you gently, making sure you were listening. "Ambition is an important pillar. A warrior can come from nothing. Scraps. Poverty. Grief."
Her touch wasn't helping your focus, inching higher and higher up your thigh. "Yes, patience is important. You must learn how to wait and when to pounce. But without ambition, you might find yourself waiting far too long for glory."
"Ambition, and a desire," she reiterated, with a hand on your jaw. In any other scenario, you would've loved the motion. But now, it meant the loss of her hold on your thigh and your body moved in response. Tilting your hips up, you couldn't help the whine that slipped out or Ambessa's soft laugh that followed. She held your chin, not in an angry way, but with a look that meant you were going to be given instruction. "To take what you want."
"That is power." Ambessa's words were definite. Abandoning you completely, both her hands rested next to her, like she was waiting. The box was still dark and the theater still quiet, but all your care for perfection and poise fled your mind as you witnessed the goddess next to you. Her ministrations had left you wanting, burning, and entirely engaged in her look. Concentrated on the show, but expecting. And you knew exactly what she wanted.
Gathering your dress up to your waist, you slid yourself onto Ambessa's lap. She had planted the seed, and now your ambition was growing. Knowing exactly what you wanted, or needed, you straddle one of her broad, thick, muscular thighs instead of her hips. The contact pulled an airy moan out of you instantly, something you didn't care about silencing anymore. Expecting as you knew, Ambessa's eyebrow raised as she experienced your boldness.
Ambessa hummed in approval, the sound aiding your pleasure. Starting slow, you pressed yourself firmly and tightly on her leg, rubbing your skin against her clothed thigh. Her body radiated heat, making you shiver and squirm.
"That's it," Ambessa encouraged, her voice a hot whisper against your ear. "Take what you need, what you want."
Ambessa kept her eyes on the show, feigning disinterest as you worked yourself against her. Bracing your hands on her thigh, you used it to support yourself, grinding faster and harder. Your head hung and your mouth dropped open, taking no care to suppress any of the pants or moans that came from it. You didn't care what was happening on stage, and you didn't care if anyone could hear you.
You grew louder, more desperate, wishing she would touch you. But you knew it was a luxury, to even be allowed on top of Ambessa Medarda. Rubbing yourself quickly on her leg, your wetness seeped onto her thigh, making it easier to move on her. You know you should be embarrassed. You know you should have enough dignity, to not crumble on the lap of a Noxian general in the box of a packed theater. But this is what she did to you, stripping all sense from your brain, replacing it with a crushing desire to have her.
Your skin grew hotter, feeling trapped under your dress, and your breath grew ragged as your pleasure grew stronger. Clenching your thighs around her for intensity, you dropped your head to Ambessa's shoulder. Pressing your chest against hers, you wished she would just stop denying you. You know she wanted you, you had seen plenty of evidence of that.
"So pretty, darling," she growled in your ear, motivating you to grind faster. Your body was shaking, so close to was you needed. Panting against her shoulder, you used it to suppress your sounds, moaning as your thighs burned with the efforts of your desire. "See how far ambition can get you?"
You nodded weakly against her shoulder, shuddering and shaking with effort. Getting closer and burning hotter, your movements still didn't deter her. Her hands stayed off you, disregarding your shivering body, acting like this wasn't exactly how she wanted you.
"Ambessa, please, I can't..." you whispered, a phrase you were used to screaming. She was being so mean, you didn't deserve this. You had dressed all pretty for her and done what she said, and still, she was denying you her touch. You shoved your face into her neck, your hips bucking as you tried to reach the intensity you needed. But it wasn't enough, your frustrated moans exposing your failed attempts. You couldn't get there. And you could tell Ambessa loved that.
"Hmm?" she teased, like you were barely an annoyance. Like you weren't grinding and leaking all over her leg. "What is it, my dear?"
You could barely talk, barely think. Every word interrupted the climb your pleasure was making. You needed to target all your energy on your growing climax since Ambessa wasn't helping. Gripping her shoulders, you used them to support the glide of your hips, continuing to try and fail at hitting your high. "Please, Ambessa..."
"There is another lesson must learn, my darling," she purred against your ear, her tone darkening as she held your chin. The pain of her grip was forgotten, succeeded by the overdue reward of her touch. Accumulating your willpower, you resisted the urge to take her fingers into your mouth. Ambessa regarded you with a disciplinary look, underlaid with a hint of amusement like she knew your mind was only on one thing. "Too much ambition will only get you failure."
"It's important to acknowledge who is the wolf. And who is not." Ambessa stated firmly, forcing you to look her in the eye, her other hand gripping your hips to a halt. You could've cried right there, you were so close and she just wasn't helping you. Her hand tightened on your jaw when you whined, pulling you closer to her. "Some people are just meant to follow. To submit."
She had you now, writhing and quivering in her lap. Nodding desperately, you whispered your submission, over and over and over again until she finally blessed you with what you needed. Ambessa held you close, an iron grip on your hip as she guided you. Being so close for so long, her fast pace was perfect for you. Your pleasure grew, pooling hot into your stomach, shivering flames running down your body. Shaking against her, your body quaked with the effort of pulling your pleasure higher and higher, her large thigh wet and burning beneath you. The pressure on your clit was overwhelming and perfect, bringing you to exactly where you need to be.
As you came, your mouth hung open. Familiar with your noises of release, Ambessa pulled your face into her neck, holding you close as you shook and muffled your moans with her body. Her hips bucked, mixing your mess on Ambessa's thigh, her hand moving you still to help you through it. And to get you shaking even more, your body twitching as her movements intercepted your attempts to come down. Your waves of relief quickly turned into squirms of avoidance as she continued to grind you against her. Ambessa finally let up as your whining grew louder, her strong grip on your hip turning smooth as her large hands rubbed your back.
"There, my dear," Ambessa purred into her ear, sending more shivers down your back. Her words were like a tease, tempting you to focus on what you wanted her to say. You wanted her praise like a drug, it was a need. Prepared to do what she wanted, your body tensed in anticipation of her directions. But she just held you, bracing you as you came down from your high, sitting on her thigh in your own wetness. The smoothing of her hands on your back was grounding. "You're so pretty when you listen. When you take my advice."
You trembled at the praise, the perfect touch to all she had allowed you to take. Everything Ambessa did was perfect for you. Her voice, her touch, her expectations, it was all intoxicating. And you knew you would get more of it.