(Early Access Image) Servicing Samira

"Samira stepped off the boat, taking a deep breath of the foreign air. She recognized the smell - thick with incense, fresh exotic food and an undertone of sweet flowers from the pink petals wafting through the wind all around her. Ionia. It had been too long, she thought, looking over the bustling market crowd just ahead.

She liked Noxus, Shurima and most of the world, sure. But there was just something about Ionia. A peace, an inherent calmness to the land. But unlike most people, Samira didn't come here to bask in it. No, to her it just meant she could bring some life to the place. Literally, she thought. As her heavy, travel-laden balls tingled pleasantly. She liked to imagine it as an artist painting on an empty canvas, the more dull the place, the more it needed someone as interesting as Samira to liven it up. She rolled her shoulders and slung Vanquish - her signature gunsword - over her back in a stylish, well-practiced motion. And with that, she was off to give some local beauty the best lay they'll ever have.

She wore a smug grin as she strode through the crowd, greedily eyeing the milky busoms and wide, child-bearing hips of some particularly eye-catching locals. She could swear that she recognized some of them, especially some the ones walking around with big round knocked-up bellies, who usually returned her flirtatious looks with mixed reactions. She wasn't sure if the looks they gave her were because she was distinctly Noxian, or because she was responsible for their bumps. Either way it didn't matter to her as she kept walking.

Spotting a near ten out of ten enter the nearby tea parlor, she followed, planning to chat her up and eventually into bed as she had many times before. But before she could enter, a stranger grabbed her by the bicep. She looked like the nerdy type - pretty face with black hair and dark purple eyes and some glasses of Ionian make. Repeating some words in the local language that she distinctly recognized as "Come". No denying she was pretty, but she had better options, she thought. As Samira pulled away, the woman flashed a bulging sack of coins on her hip and insisted on tugging her along. Rolling her eyes, she snatched the sack and followed the stranger.

'I suppose looks can be deceiving.' She thought, remembering her fierce mentor, Indari.

Walking with her, Samira suspected she could be an assassin or the wife of one of the women she knocked up, trying to lure her into some trap. Wouldn't be the first time. But as the woman looked back at her, she could see in her eyes the glint of admiration, and more than that, a hunger for something more...

Samira smirked. Not even fifteen minutes after arriving and somebody was already fawning over her. She expected an hour, at least.

She followed the Ionian into an almost Noxian-looking room. Red silks and unfinished rugs were laid haphazardly onto the floor. Must be some kind of weavery, she briefly thought, before her eyes locked with the Ionian as she wasted no time disrobing and kneeling in front of Samira, not even bothering to lock the door behind her. She slowly pulled down Samira's pants, revealing her musky cock and balls.

She smiled smugly as she was urged to sit. Her girthy cock stiffening as it prepared itself for another long, intense breeding session... "

Samiracock! One of my fav champs (you probably couldn't tell) so I'm always happy to bring some more futa Samira to the world.

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