A duel, of course!

The two women met each other in the middle of the lane, entirely ignoring the goal of the match as it dragged forward without them. They sized each other up with roaming, hungry eyes, noting the differences in their forms and how that might influence their inevitable struggle.

Fiora was only five and a half feet tall, and yet she still had a good 4 inches of height advantage over her fairly short opponent. Where Fiora's body was covered in toned and sleek muscles, Qiyana's was made up of much more supple, soft flesh; while she was certainly still athletic, it was undeniable that in overall weight she had Fiora outmatched. The Empress' breasts were just a hair smaller than her counterpart's, not completely flat but still less than a proper handful. Her stiff nipples had the same hue as dark chocolate, the complete opposite of Fiora's coral areolas. It was in the ass department, however, where the two women had the largest discrepancy. Qiyana's derriere totally outmatched Fiora's, the exotic woman's bottom being large and thick and tender to the touch. Fiora's ass, on the contrary, was much firmer and more defined. It still had an appealing shape to it, as the Demacian rocked a rather appetizing bubble butt in her own right, but Qiyana's was simply far more alluring from nearly every aspect. She had the kind of ass you just wanted to take two handfuls of and clap together repeatedly as she bounced up and down atop you.

Granted, in a fight where the prize was your opponent's asshole, perhaps having the more tantalizing backside wasn't all too useful.

Regardless, their matchup was intriguing due to their differences. Fiora had more reach and control due to her height advantage and discipline as a fencer, whereas Qiyana was more nimble, more elusive, and far more unpredictable.

"If you're lucky, I will allow you to worship me once this is is over, Demacian. That is, if you can still think after I've fucked you into the dirt like a pig." Qiyana quipped, her face mere inches away from her opponent as she idly stroked her own cock in excitement.

"You think your words scare me? You're just a brat who will soon learn to live for Demacian cock."

"Oho?" Qiyana chuckled. "Big words coming from someone with a four inch cock!"

Fiora grinned at her opponent, gesturing her chin downwards. Qiyana's eyes followed the motion, trailing their way down her chest and stomach until landing upon her member, which was now entirely erect and a much more imposing six and half inches in length. Qiyana audibly gulped, realizing she was the one armed with the less potent weapon in this fight. Regardless, a cock was only useful if it got to fill a hole; she could have a 13 inch cock and it wouldn't matter if she never got to penetrate someone with it.

The two women started at each other for a moment longer, the table entirely set for their struggle for dominance. There was no bell, or alarm, or announcement that signaled said struggle, only an unspoken understanding that it was time to begin.

Hands clashed against hands and bodies braced tightly as the two women struggled for leverage. Neither side gained a significant advantage over the other, however, the crossing of their feet caused the two women to lose their balance and fall to the ground in a heap of limbs and expletives. They grappled against the earth, rolling around violently as they vied for an upper hand, the momentum constantly shifting as each woman had a turn on a top but was thrown aside before they could make use of it.

It only took a few minutes of this aggressive wrestling before the women began to feel fatigue as their breathing became ragged and unsteady and their skin was coated in sweat. It had become a war of attrition, a duel of endurance as each woman tired more and more as time went on. The one who was unable to muster the energy to fight back would inevitably be the one to surrender her ass, and so they continued grappling as if their lives depended on it. As minutes passed by, however, it became apparent that the end of their fight was coming soon, and it would spell submission for one woman in particular.