Enough with Ahri, back to Sett and some others, enjoying a little competition

“Hikuh!”

Sett felt all air pressed out of his lungs as he flew through the air and crashed into the dirt of the arena. He recovered quickly and stood up, raising his arms again and clenched his fists.

“That’s all you got?” Sett shouted, even though his chest really hurt by now.

Lee Sin, who stood a few meters away from him grinned and raised his arms up as well. “You really are a feisty one, you know that?” he asked amused.

“You can bet on that,” Sett replied and ran against the blind monk another time.

Lee Sin and Sett had fought for five minutes, yet Sett had been kicked away from him three times into the dirt of the arena.

After Pantheon had invited him into the arena, Sett really had felt alive again. A few dozen champions were there, some just watching on the ranks of the circular arena the rest of them, who fought against each other.

Sett already had faced Zac again, who currently had to build himself back up together. His confidence of winning in the tournament had only boosted yet again, as he had smashed Zac’s goo all over the sand and as Lee Sin had asked him for a quick battle, he had replied politely but in no doubt that he would smack the blind monk into pieces.

Sadly for him, Lee Sin proved that he wasn’t nearly as easy to handle as Zac. Sett didn’t get a single good hit at the monk, who dodged and danced around his punches, before he roundhouse-kicked Sett with the full **** of his feet into the dirt. In annoyance Sett had made several small mistakes and Lee Sin had used this for his advantage. While Zac had made himself an ideal punching bag, Lee Sin was not willing to be such a easy target for Sett at all and it continued to be a let-down for him.

After half an hour Sett’s whole body was sore and most of his body-parts did hurt a lot. Especially his back and chest, where he landed quiet often in the dirt or got punched incredibly hard by Lee Sin. It wasn’t a complete disaster, Sett had managed to got a few hits onto Lee that must’ve really hurt as well. But the blind monk never had eaten the dust of the arena like Sett and this nagged him. Nonetheless, Sett was way too proud to admit a defeat and even if his whole body screamed for a break, he stood up again after Lee Sin kicked him against the walls of the arena.

“Alright, everyone!” the booming voice of Pantheon sounded to him, before he or Lee could attack once again. “Stop punching your brains out! Everyone, break! Me and Aatrox need some space. Get in the ranks to see the show. You can continue later.”

A part of Sett was very happy to hear this. As he walked towards the exit from the arena, he shook hands with Lee Sin, who gave him a reassuring smile. “You certainly don’t loose faith in winning,” he complimented Sett. “But you’ll have to adapt a bit to defeat certain champions…”

“I noticed,” Sett said, trying his best to sound as casually about that as he could.

“Good fight,” he added and gave Lee a smile, which felt a bit odd, considering Lee couldn’t actually see it.

They followed the rest of the champions who enjoyed a bit of friendly competition, into the spectator ranks. On the way up, he met Riven who gave him a scrutinizing look.

“You know there is no shame in giving up, if you loose constantly,” she greeted him as he was in hearing range.

Sett made a face and ignored the amused looks of Udyr next to him, who had started a conversation with Lee Sin. Riven and Sett got into the circular spectator ranks and sat on the sandstone. Down in the arena Pantheon stood with his spear and his helmet in his hands, looking into the blue sky, a smile on his bearded face.

“I thought personal weapons are not allowed in here,” Sett said, looking at Pantheon’s spear.

“That’s why Vayne’s here, I guess,” Riven said and pointed at the opposite side of the spectator ranks. There Vayne sat and chatted with Draven and Jax.

“She’s overlooking the fight?” Sett asked, eyeing the device on her gloves grimly.

“I think Jax is more prominent to jump in than her,” Riven said thoughtfully. “Vayne uses her gloves only when the damage is done…well, you experienced it.”

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me,” Sett grumbled.

In the arena Aatrox had entered through the second entrance, his heavy, red-glowing sword in his hands, an excited smile on his twisted evil face. Pantheon stopped to stare at the sky and put on his helmet. The satisfied smile on his face was barely seen, as he put on the golden steel on his head.

On the opposite side, Draven had stood up and went to a little stand over the ranks. He grabbed a microphone and in the next moment, his voice echoed in the arena.

“Welcome everybody to a little prologue for this years tournament! I am your host for this lovely day and I am thrilled to announce that we got a spicy fight coming right up! Vayne allowed these two to actually fight with their rift-weapons and on top of that they’re ancient enemies! What a combo, right?”

Cheering and applause echoed through the arena as Pantheon and Aatrox began to move in circles around each other. Aatrox had his sword in both his hands and held it in front of his face, while Pantheon held his shield upon his body, the spear ready to pierce forward.

“The combatants in this lovely dusthole, some would call a arena, are:” Draven announced happily. “An old entity with a big old sword, all evil and bad, glowing red and dark like the remnants of his soul. I doubt he ever had one, because he looks that edgy and it would probably lighten him up. Which he hates. He’ll forever be the first one you’ll see in your collection, because he had chosen to have the stupid double-A-rule at the beginning of his name: It’s Aatrox!”

Again, cheering and applause.

“On the other side, we got the Targonian aspect of war, everybody,” Draven continued merrily. He surely was enjoying his role as a commentator. “He has a spear, a shield and a helmet, but sadly he forgot all his other clothes! Nonetheless, he is here and wants to show his old enemy that he still can be beat up by him! He looks like a Greek god, but his name is from a roman building. Its Pantheon!”

Applause again. Sett noticed that Soraka, who sat next to Ashe and Tryndamere was eyeing Pantheon with a big worry line on her face.

“With nothing more to say about these two,” Draven shouted into the arena. “I wish them both that we have something worth to watch here! Let’s go, boys! The fight is on! Show us what…”

But the rest of his sentence was not to understand as Aatrox had yelled out angrily and leapt forward. His sword over his head, he jumped right at Pantheon and smacked the heavy blade right onto him. Sett was pretty sure that it would have knocked everyone into the air, when they were at the rift and he was even more sure that it would be a deadly blow to Pantheons life, if he hadn’t a shield.

A deep *GOOONNNNG*-sound echoed through the arena as sword met shield. Sett was pretty sure that the floor trembled at the impact. Pantheon was obviously not going to let Aatrox give another hit like that and soon, the fight was on and it was spectacular. Pantheon and Aatrox whirled around in the dust of the arena and sparred, dodged and parried fiercely as their fight kept on.

Over the sounds of their screams and yells, the metal that clanged at each other and the cheering of the crowd that watched them, Draven continued to comment the battle with just as much enthusiasm as Pantheon and Aatrox had in battle: “Ooh, I felt that in my guts! Such a hit would smack anyone into the realm of dreams! Aatrox with big hits here, but Pantheon has a shield buddy! That thing is just as robust as Malphite’s skin! Pantheon now striking back, beautiful footwork in those sexy sandals and he pierces, but only hits air! That’s a wonderful spin from our winged darkin, but oooh, that must’ve hurt! Shield in your face, but Aatrox loves this kind of stuff and…booom! Return to the sender! With a slap Aatrox gets another advantage here!”

“How do you think, they’ll end this fight?” Sett asked Riven after a minute.

“Either until one of them gets really angry at provokes Jax to act,” Riven said loudly over the continuing sounds of the ongoing battle and Draven’s comments. “Or until one of them gives up. And knowing these two, I suspect they’ll be just as stubborn as you.”

“I thought so,” Sett chuckled. “I’m going to take a shower then. Downstairs. You wanna join?”

Riven wiggled her eyebrows. Her sentence of approval was drowned as Aatrox sword hit Pantheon’s shield again and the loud gong-sound made the arena tremble once again.

The arena had, next to a few chambers full of blunt weapons and a locker-room (probably with more outfit-changing-machines) also a few bathrooms, like those next to the gym inside the mansion. Sett and Riven didn’t waste much time as they entered the first of the door and as soon as Sett had locked the door behind him, they were entangled in a deep kiss.

Sett had nearly forgot or never really appreciated how goo Riven felt, while she pressed herself on him and ruffled his hair with one hand, while the other unbuckled his belt. Soon his trousers were on the floor and his cock in the hand of Riven, who stroked him hard and fast, so he was very soon fully erect.

“You know, I don’t mind if you’re with more women than just me,” Riven announced as she dropped to her knees and grabbed Sett’s length with both of her hands. “But I won’t complain if I get you just for myself from time to time.”

Before Sett could think of an answer, Riven had opened her mouth and went down on him with a hungry moan.

Sett held her hair, while she sucked and slurped on his cock and let out some satisfied grunts himself. He couldn’t help himself but compare Riven’s skills with those of Nidalee. Even if Nidalee could take him a lot deeper, he thought, the attention Riven spent on pleasuring him was just as good. She certainly was enjoying herself too, moaning while she worked her head up and down his shaft.

After a few minutes, she stopped to suck him and stood up, kissing him again. Sett tasted the salty flavor of his pre-cum and felt his cock throbbing in Riven’s hands again.

Still kissing him, Riven managed to get rid off her own pants and Sett, who had pulled her top up, got a handful of her perky tits. He pushed Riven a bit, so that she leaned against the closed door and got one arm under her leg, pulling it up. Her pussy was dripping wet, as his member touched her outer lips, and he slid inside her very easily.

Riven let out a deep groan, muffled by the kiss and her arms tightened around Sett’s neck as he pushed inside her. Standing on one leg, she let him in very slowly, but as he began to move inside her, she gyrated her hips slightly to push his cock further inside her.

Sett fucked Riven into the door of the bathroom and their moans got louder between their kisses, but he was sure that no one could have heard them. Outside the roars of Aatrox and the yells of Pantheon still sounded to them from time to time, as long with Draven’s unintelligible commentary.

As good is at felt to be inside Riven again, as hard was it for him to keep the steady rhythm of his hips. The pain of Lee Sin’s kicks into his stomach really hurt now, but Sett was too proud to admit it and so he tried to ignore the pain he felt and concentrate more on the pleasure of Riven’s pussy that squeezed his cock so tightly.

Luckily for him, Riven pushed him suddenly with her hands around his neck and he got the sign, dropping to the floor after he had impaled her one last time with his cock. For a brief moment, while they changed positions and Sett laid down on the floor, he looked at her face and saw this look in her eyes, which Ahri and Nidalee also had on their faces from time to time. Something more than primal lust, Sett found incredibly sexy about a woman.

As soon, as he was on the floor, Riven was on top of him and pushed his cock back into her pussy. Just like their first meeting, she rode him, gently at first, but picking up pace with every second until she bounced on his cock and moaned out loud. Sett joined in that as he felt himself getting to the point where he couldn’t hold back and as it was too much, he almost blacked out for a second as he spurted load after load of semen into Riven’s awaiting pussy.

Both of them were gasping for air as he spilled his last drop into her and Riven had to hold herself on his chest, to not fall over onto him. They both didn’t talk while the aftershocks of their climax still made them dizzy. Then Riven stood up and stretched herself with a happy sound, while thick globs of Sett’s cum ran down her leg and dropped onto his stomach.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she muttered and looked down to him with a smile. “You okay down there?”

“Excellent,” Sett nodded and raised up as well. “We didn’t even make it to the shower, though.”

“Well, it pays out now more than before, right?” Riven chuckled and went to the shower. “Before that I was just feeling that a refreshment would be nice. Now my body is sweating, full of cum and pussy-juice. Couldn’t be better to refresh now.”

“Glad you liked it,” Sett grinned and kissed her again, as the warm water began to wash away their sweat and body-fluids.