Feign Defeat

“I’ve been defeated!” Riven announced dramatically, collapsing against the ground as she performed an over the top fainting motion. She averted her eyes from her opponent’s piercing gaze and summoned the most submissive voice she could muster.

“You are the better warrior. My body is yours.”

It was all an act, of course. Riven had realized just how much of a disadvantage she was in and decided her best course was to deceive her opponent into a false sense of security. Some might think her under-handed for employing such a strategy, but a common tenet of warfare was deception.

Irelia’s mind was so clouded with lust and rage that she was unable to see through the illusion, at least not entirely. A part of her remained on guard, but another part, a much louder part, was eager to put the Noxian in her place.

“Flip over, you dog.” Irelia shoved Riven onto her back with her foot. She knelt over her defeated opponent, seating herself on that tan woman’s midsection so that her cock rested snugly between her tits. Riven merely averted her eyes, mostly out of shame, as Irelia squeezed her sweat-covered breasts together and fucked them like there was no tomorrow. Her turgid, throbbing length leaked precum all over the Noxian’s tits and her bloated balls rubbed eagerly against her opponent’s sternum.

Riven could feel just how swollen the Ionian’s jewels had become as they glided across her skin. Irelia was sure to have a quite massive load stored up by now, and the last thing the Noxian wanted was for her to blow while tittyfucking her. After all, the head of the Ionian’s cock, despite constantly pistoning in between her breasts, was pointed directly at her face.

The sheer shame she would feel if she received a gigantic facial from her national rival would probably make her accept defeat for real. There’s just no coming back from that.

“An Ionian putting a Noxian in her place.” Irelia groaned through fits of pleasure, her eyes half-lidded but still sharp and certainly still angry. “Looks like history really does repeat itself.”

Riven swallowed her pride and took the Ionian’s insults without recourse. She could tell Irelia was close to letting her guard down completely. Problem was, if her emphatic moans and brutal thrust were any indication, she was also close to cumming. Riven had to figure out a way to stall her orgasm and fast, otherwise insults weren’t the only thing she’d be taking on her chin.

“D-don’t you… want to…” Riven squeaked out, barely able to **** herself to say the words, “take me... in my ass.”

Irelia’s eyes became foggy and glazed at the Noxian’s devilishly lewd proposal. Her cock’s thrusts between Riven’s breasts became even faster and more unhinged as a lusty smile crept over her lips. She’d been able to stave off her desires for a while now to remain cautious, but after hearing her opponent offer such an obvious admission of submission, she was convinced that the only thing on the Noxian’s mind was her superior Ionian cock.

“Such a good little slut, asking for it in her ass.” Irelia said in a haughty tone, drunk with a lethal mix of power and pleasure. “I’ll reward you by letting you clean my cock with your throat after.”

She flipped Riven over and crouched behind her magnificent derrière. She took a moment to admire the prone woman’s rear, spreading her tan cheeks apart and gawking at the dark, inviting pucker often hidden between them.

“It was only natural for things to end this way.” Irelia gloated, her arrogance and pride hitting a fever pitch as she inched her throbbing member closer and closer to her adversary’s unclaimed entrance. “At the end of the day, a Noxian simply cannot resist the long dick of Ionia.”

Just as the tip of her needy member was mere millimeters from Riven’s asshole, she suddenly sensed the Noxian’s intent and saw through this charade. But it was already too late.

“Resist this, bitch!” Riven spat, kicking her foot backwards and striking the Ionian at her ankle, causing her to fall forward from her hunched position. She nimbly rolled out from underneath her collapsing opponent in the knick of time; any longer and her virgin ass would’ve been claimed by Irelia’s erect dick and Newton’s first law of motion working in tandem.

Irelia grunted as she suddenly found herself face first in the dirt, her cock throbbing in painful frustration as it was denied just seconds before it could claim the Noxian’s hole. She realized a moment too late that she’d been hoodwinked and before she could recover Riven was already on top of her, flipping her over and orienting her in such a way that her legs were over her head and she stared up at her own dangling member. Precum leaked from the head of her needy meat, dribbling down close to her own face. At least her essence had the decency to not drip all the way down. Riven hovered menacingly above, her cock solid as stone and lurking dangerously close to her recently exposed asshole.

“You Ionians never were very smart.” Riven chuckled, gently rubbing the head of her cock against Irelia’s tight pucker. “You dress up like warriors, but at the end of the day you’re nothing more than a bunch of backwoods farmers.”

Irelia struggled with all her remaining might to break free, but from this position she had no leverage and Riven’s body weight was more than enough to keep her in place. It didn’t help that her sexual exhaustion was finally starting to catch up to her as well. After so much time spent on the edge, she was beginning to yearn desperately for release. Her balls were backed up beyond all reason and needed to be drained. She wasn’t sure if she had the willpower to withstand any further pleasure, especially if the Noxian put it in her—

“Remember the Placidium!” Irelia suddenly yelled as if on instinct alone, an ungodly surge of pleasure unexpectedly coursing through her veins as Riven buried all eight inches of her unbroken blade inside the Captain’s ass in one fell swoop. She panted like a bitch in heat as she felt her adversary’s pulsing meat fill her previously unentered cavern. Those pants quickly turned to moans when Riven began slamming her hips up and down, piledriving her bitchbreaker deep into her adversary’s butt over and over again. She fucked with such brute **** that the meeting of their flesh created a powerful enough impact to send rippling shockwaves across their skin.

Irelia was caught between the severe throes of shame, pain, and pleasure. It hurt like hell to have over a half foot of girlcock shoved inside her anal passageway repeatedly, and the fact that it was Noxian dick made it all the more mortifying… but she’d be lying if she didn’t say that somewhere deep down, she found it shockingly pleasurable. Being taken in her ass like this, it almost felt natural, in a strange way. Then again, half an hour ago she’d been an anal virgin with only a pussy between her legs, and now she was getting buttfucked by a Noxian pig while her cock throbbed eagerly above her head. There was nothing natural about this situation.

In reality, what Irelia was experiencing was just Ahri’s magic at work. She wanted her spell to reward the one doing the penetrating and punish one being penetrated. Getting a cock in your ass during one of the Kitsune’s orchestrated sexfights would cause her magic to inflict the recipient with a maximum dosage of pleasure and subservience. This was basically a **** sentence when it came to the actual contest between top laners; Ahri had yet to see a woman able to withstand the overwhelming desire to submit that was incurred from being fucked in the ass, and Irelia was no exception.

The Ionian was resistant at first, but it hardly took any time before she was moaning and groaning in shameless euphoria. The whole situation was poetic justice. A few moments ago she thought she was sure her victory was secured and was quite literally inches away from claiming it for real. And yet now, perhaps 120 seconds later, she’d been reduced to little more than a pair of holes for her new Noxian overlord. Even more humiliating was the ease in which she began to accept Riven’s entire length, and the Noxian was more than happy to point it out.

“Damn!” Riven grunted, her ashen white hair slick with sweat. “It’s like your ass was made to take my cock. You are Ionian, though, so I guess it kinda makes sense. Bending your people over is something my people are very good at.”

Irelia was past the point of parrying the Noxian’s insults. Riven could continue mocking her countrymen as much as she wished and the Ionian would not have cared enough to lift one finger in response. That’s how intensely mind-altering the pleasure dancing through her brain was. Every thrust of Riven’s cock bottomed out inside her accepting albeit tight hole, and it sent tingling, hot, sinfully pleasurable sensations straight from Irelia’s prostate to the tip of her dick. The bead of precum that had been dangling dangerously overhead finally gained enough volume to drip all the way down onto Irelia’s cheek, though she didn’t have the wherewithal to even respond to such a thing.

“Fucking Ionians, always built like breeding cattle. Huge tits, wide hips, and fat asses.” Riven mused, bending over and playfully slapping her adversary’s breasts around as if to illustrate their plumpness. “Take note, Irelia. This is where your people belong.”

Irelia’s mind went totally blank as Riven began thrusting much faster. Her ass was violated in ways she couldn’t even properly fathom due to it feeling so damn good. She whimpered and mewled like a bitch in heat, eyes rolling upwards and tongue flailing as she was, quite literally, fucked senseless. She soon felt a mysterious and new kind of warmth building in her dick, a sensation that grew to be so overwhelming that she couldn’t help but announce it aloud.

“I-I’m… I'm cumming!” she squeaked out, her voice adorably pathetic as her cock throbbed and pulsed with a soon to be reached orgasm. A devilishly brilliant idea came to Riven in that moment, and with a wicked grin she gripped the head of the Ionian’s dick and angled it in such a way that it was pointed directly at her face.

“No mercy for Ionian dogs.”

Irelia whined as her cock erupted, shooting ropes of thick, warm seed directly onto her own face. Most of her initial barrage went straight into her open, moaning mouth, but soon the power of the shots became far too erratic to be aimed with any sort of consistency. She groaned in bliss as she emptied her heavy balls at last, far too enraptured in the intense pleasure to care about the facial she was somehow both giving and receiving. Soon enough, after dozens of shots of girlcum had been fired, Irelia’s hands-free orgasm came to an end. She was a trembling mess of post-orgasm tremors, compounded by the Exile’s continued viscous thrusts.

There was no rest for the weary, however, as the Noxian’s speed increased even further, her grunts and moans morphing from a normal human woman into those of a rabid beast as she fucked her adversary with reckless abandon. Now that her victory had been acheived and the Ionian had been thoroughly subjugated, there was nothing stopping Riven from indulging in her own carnal pleasures to the fullest extent possible. She used Irelia’s ass like it was a cocksleeve, hammering her bulging girlmeat inside until she hilted only to quickly retreat and begin the process anew. Over and over and over again. Irelia could only squeak out faint moans below, her still erect cock swinging around wildly from the fierce impacts of Riven’s piledriving.

“Soon enough, this’ll be the norm for our countries’ diplomatic relations.” Riven moaned between staggered breaths. Her eyes suddenly widened as she continued, “Oh shit, I’m… I’m gonna…”

The Noxian arched her head back and groaned in delight as she buried herself one last time in the Ionian’s ass, hilting all the way inside as she pumped gooey wads of virile seed all over Irelia’s insides. Whether it was from Riven’s cock being fully sheathed inside her or the Noxian’s superior cum repeatedly painting her prostate, Irelia’s cock was **** to erupt once again. She whimpered as she shot her second load of the day, this one slightly smaller than the first but still significant in size. Most of it landed harmlessly across her tits, though a rogue strand managed to spurt up her neck and across her chin.

Both women moaned in unison as they rode out their climaxes together. One orgasm was born of conquest, the other of being conquered. Irelia’s ass had once been an object of reverence; now it was just another place tainted and owned by the Noxian war machine. With Riven’s domination over Irelia finally complete, she was left with a choice:

She could forget this weird excursion in the top lane ever happened, pretend like she always had a cock, and go back to her old ways of renouncing her country’s crimes and living a peaceful life.

Or… she could harness her renewed sense of national pride and the famous, obedient, Ionian buttslut she had mewling at her feet to get into all sorts of shenanigans that were sure to have massive political ramifications in the future.

Decisions, decisions.