"You are to go to Demacia." Swain stated as he stared out the window, staring down at the Noxian prisons at the base of his castle. "Understand?"

"Aye." LeBlanc nodded, joining his side. "What is it you need?"

"To act as the Exemplar of Demacia – who is currently rotting in a cell." Swain turned to LeBlanc as he said so. "This time there will be no fighting – as long as you keep your cover."

"Hmm." LeBlanc nodded once again, leaving Swain's side. "Take me to the prisoner. I must see if he has any differences to replicate."

"Aye." Swain nodded, walking away from the window, pushing open the double doors which led down the hall.

Together, they entered the prison, moving down dark halls before they stopped in front a locked cell.

"In here." Swain said, reaching for a key hidden in his sleeve, opening the door and standing aside. "Ladies first."

LeBlanc nodded, stepping into the cell.

"Just knock when you're finished." Swain's voice moved through the thick metal.

In the room, LeBlanc saw him. Jarvan Lightshield IV, the Exemplar of Demacia.

"How is it such a man like yourself was caught?" LeBlanc smiled, walking to his chained body.

No response, just a spit at her feet.

"I'm not here to torture you." LeBlanc stated. "Just here to examine you."

She walked to him and raised his chin, inspecting his scarless face and his short black hair. LeBlanc then moved her eyes down to his upper body, a defined chest above deep abs, not a hair to be found.

Now for the most humiliating part…

She grabbed the waist of his trousers, pulling them down with a sharp tug. Hard thighs which housed a soft penis between, leading to large calves and big feet.

"What're you doing?" Jarvan asked, attempting to close his thighs together. "You're not going to mutilate me, I swear it!"

LeBlanc shook her head and smiled, reaching forward, grabbing his member, stroking it as Jarvan stared at her with shocked eyes. His penis grew between her rubbing fingers and she stepped back, her eyes growing wider than Jarvan's as she stared at his thick length.

It's huge…

She nodded to herself, trying to keep her composure, using all her might to stop herself from dropping to her knees and taking the Demacian's member between her lips. She walked forward and pulled up Jarvan's trouser back around his hips, giving one last glance to the bulge in his pants before she knocked on the door.

"I'm finished." LeBlanc called out.

"What was the point of all that?" Jarvan asked, staring up at LeBlanc. "You can finish what you started."

"As if I'd touch a Demacian in such a way." LeBlanc turned to stare at him as the door swung open. "You shan't know my being here."

LeBlanc walked out of the room with her final sentence, Swain locking the door closed behind her. They began to walk down the halls and soon, left the prison, the sunlight washing over them.

"You leave tonight." Swain told LeBlanc.

"Tonight?" LeBlanc asked.

"Yes." Swain replied. "He's expected back tonight, from his reconnaissance mission."

"O-okay… But at least let me gather my things."

"There's nothing to gather. All of Jarvan's belongings are in his home. You are him now." Swain reminded LeBlanc.

"Right." LeBlanc frowned. "But not just yet, I still have to transform – such a thing I will do on the ship there."

"This is where we let you off." The ship's captain told LeBlanc. "Ye better transform – or whatever nonsense."

"Watch your mouth." LeBlanc told the man, a large purple mist veiling her body before it dissipated and revealed LeBlanc as Jarvan IV. "Or I'll beat you down."

The man gulped and kept his word, nodding his head before he walked off.

LeBlanc will now be referred to as Jarvan. LeBlanc's thoughts will be said in LeBlanc's POV.

Jarvan hopped of the boat side, hearing it turn in the water behind him before it finally parted. He walked forward, seeing the lights of Demacia in the distance, having to make a great trek before he'd be able to reach his home.

An hour passed by and Jarvan finally found himself at the door of his house, staring up at it so that LeBlanc could confirm it was the proper house. He nodded to himself, opening the door and locking it behind himself, immediately taking his helmet off to lay it on the table by his waist.

He walked forward, turning his body around as he noted of his truly dull home – perhaps not much time was spent here, or perhaps LeBlanc had anticipated Jarvan's home to be much more – epic.

Jarvan dropped his chest plate, laying it down on his couch before he climbed out of his boots and then his plated leggings. He began to walk up the stairs, pushing open the first door he saw, finding naught but a bathroom before he shut the door.

Where is his room? LeBlanc thought. I don't know this man's house.

Jarvan pushed another door open, finding an unlit room. His hand scanned the wall to his right, finding a light switch, about to flip it up before he heard someone snap their fingers.

"No need for that, honey." Shyvana's voice called out – a queer tint of seduction in her tone – something LeBlanc found stammering.

Candles began to flicker on and fill the room, leading a straight path to a large bed which sat underneath a lingerie-clad Shyvana with long, blonde hair and blue eyes.

She got up and walked the path of candles, kissing Jarvan as she reached behind him, closing the door and turning the lock to – supposedly – his bed room. Jarvan felt the Half-Dragon's hand reach the bulge in his boxer shorts, a soft purr coming from her throat before she stepped back and fell to her knees, pulling his undergarment down with her.

"How'd it go?" Shyvana asked before she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the beast of a penis which flung out from Jarvan's underwear.

"G-good." Jarvan moaned, closing his eyes.

What is she doing? LeBlanc panicked. Is this normal?

LeBlanc noted the hastiness of the Half-Dragon, comparing it to the way she fought on the battlefield. She remembered that Jarvan had killed her ravenous father – a favour that she clearly has not forgotten. LeBlanc had heard of the Half-Dragon's loyalty to the man, but did not expect it to be of such caliber. She did not expect it to be of the 'suck your cock in the middle of the room, before you can say anything', type.

A disgustingly enticing sound left Shyvana's lips as she pulled her head back from Jarvan's member. She stood up and pulled him towards herself, flipping their positions before she pushed him onto the bed.

LeBlanc took note of the Demacian's appearance. She wore a lace black brassiere and panties, paired with thigh-high stockings which had holes and tears under the size of her lusciously thick thighs. LeBlanc never noticed how beautiful Shyvana was, but Jarvan seemed to be well acquainted with the idea.

Shyvana straddled Jarvan's waist, pulling his shirt above his head before she tossed it behind her. She reached behind herself this time, undoing the brassiere which confined her large breasts, the ample bosom giving a gentle drop as she dropped her bra off the bedside.

She smiled and leaned forward, her bosom planted in Jarvan's face.

"Tell me how much you've missed me, darling." Shyvana spoke lowly.

W-what do I say? LeBlanc began to panic, doing what seemed best.

Jarvan raised his hands and grabbed Shyvana's breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around a salmon peak before he gently bit down, switching to the dry twin which begged for his touching afterwards.

This wench will know real sex after I'm done with her. LeBlanc thought as Shyvana leaned away from Jarvan's face.

Shyvana pushed her panties to the side and slowly eased down onto Jarvan's cock, eliciting a gritty moan from the pseudo-Demacian as she began to ride his length.

LeBlanc found herself unable to think, being in Jarvan's body – she felt all the he did. Oh…How great it felt.

Violent squeaks erupted from Jarvan's bed, the furniture swaying as Shyvana vehemently rode the Exemplar's member.

Her eyes shut as she leaned forward, digging her nails into Jarvan's chest. Juices began to surge from her womanhood, moans fleeing her mouth and right into Jarvan's ear. She hopped off his cock, lying beside him on the bed, before LeBlanc took things to her own accord and got off the bed and stood at its feet.

I'm here to analyze Demacian life. LeBlanc though as she commanded her fake vessel to reach forward and pull Shyvana towards him. Let's see how she acts to this.

"Ooh!" Shyvana smiled, staring at Jarvan who had his hands around her ankles, pulling her towards himself. "This is not like you."

As expected.

Jarvan shot out a smile and turned Shyvana on her chest, grabbing the woman's hard thighs before he drove his penis into the back of her womanhood. A loud moan shot out from the Half-Dragon as she shuddered, turning her head to look back at Jarvan, shooting him a seductive smile before she began to work her hips.

The Demacian woman's face was in the sheets, her rear high in the air as Jarvan's manhood thrust in to her sex, holding her hips with his firm hands, pulling her back into it. Moans fled her lips rampantly, audible smacks eliciting from between their nude bodies as Jarvan made each thrust.

Such a nice rear. LeBlanc thought as she commanded her vessel to dig his nails into Shyvana's rear.

"Keep – fucking – me!" Shyvana commanded, her body quivering as she attempted to lock her legs around Jarvan's waist.

The Exemplar groaned, juices surging from Shyvana's womanhood once again as he pulled out, feeling his member twitch as a small burst of fire left the Half-Dragon's mouth.

W-what's h-happening?! LeBlanc thought, feeling the rising pleasure rush to Jarvan's penis.

A white, thick substance shot out the tip of Jarvan's shaft, painting Shyvana's rear with rivulets of his semen before he felt his member shrink limp.

"That's all?" Shyvana asked as she crawled off the bed, examining her backside in Jarvan's vanity mirror. "I have to go and shower now – look at what you did."

What do I say? LeBlanc wondered.

Jarvan smiled, sitting down on the edge of his bed as he watched the Half-Dragon gather her "clothes" and leave the room.

LeBlanc waited for the Half-Dragon to leave before she commanded her Jarvan vessel to stand up.

He walked to his dresser, quietly opening all the drawers to examine the contents of them. Naught but clothes and socks. Jarvan tip-toed out of his room, hearing the shower turn on in the bathroom.

"C'mon, man." Shyvana spoke from behind him. "If you wanted to join me – you should've just asked."

The Half-Dragon grabbed the Exemplar's wrist, tugging him along with her into the bathroom, throwing him into the shower before she closed the washroom door and pulled her stockings off, entering the shower with him.

"Tell me about your trip." Shyvana asked, turning Jarvan around, grabbing his member from behind. "Why did my little dragon-slayer come home all horny?"

Quick! I have to make up a lie.

"I-got – valuable Noxian information." Jarvan stuttered.

"Valuable information?" Shyvana asked, beginning to stroke quickly. "Information on how to fuck your woman?"

"You could say that." Jarvan turned around, pushing Shyvana against the wall, raising her left thigh into the air. "But it is better that I show you."

I might like this mission after all. LeBlanc thought as she slid Fake-Jarvan's penis into Shyvana's womanhood, staring at the Half-Dragon's face contort with pleasure.

Jarvan woke the next morning to an empty bed – Shyvana had made a haste exit.

Such a queer relationship… LeBlanc thought. Is it even safe for me to transform into my true form? Or shall I stroll down the city and see what else takes my interest?