Fiora

Fiora had maintained her position on top of Qiyana for what felt like an entire minute now, but she was unable to make use of it in any capacity. Her hand desperately tried to reach behind her to tug at the exotic looking woman's cock, but Qiyana's hands played vigorous defense, grabbing, scraping, clawing at the Demacian's arms to keep them from reaching backwards.

The pale woman's skin reflected in the sunlight with a sheen of sweat, a testament to her constant exertion. Being on top, while certainly advantageous, was decidedly more work. She had to fight tooth and nail just to keep Qiyana pinned to the earth, and with how much the smaller woman squirmed and wiggled and thrashed about, it proved to be quite the strenuous undertaking, indeed.

Fiora's efforts gradually waned, her exhaustion catching up to her as her grip on the Empress' loosened with time. Like a lion stalking prey, Qiyana waited patiently, biding her time until the right moment to go in for the kill as the Demacian's strength wavered completely. And waver it did. Fiora uttered a final grunt of frustration, her arms buckling slightly as they lacked the power to hold her exotic opponent down anymore.

Having the upper hand, Qiyana quickly ran through various scenarios in her head as to how she should punish her opposing top laner for having such little endurance. She could flip her over, push her prone body against the dirt, and ram her from behind until the match was over. She could push her to her knees and **** her to suck her slightly smaller yet evidently superior Ixtali cock. She could shove her onto her back and fuck her ass relentlessly while her hand worked her cock like a piston.

Qiyana fancied these ideas; they were all suitable in asserting her dominion over the Demacian fencer. However, none of them properly encapsulated the humiliation and submission she wanted her opponent to undergo. No, for that to happen, only one idea, a particularly devious one, would suffice.

Qiyana looked up at her opponent one last time before she set her plan in motion. Fiora's face was blush red, her features dripping with sweat, her eyes hazy and unfocused while her breathing was staggered and uneven. It was clear that the woman was far too tired to continue. They both knew it. The Empress' victory was undeniable. And so, Qiyana posed the penultimate question.

"You know it's over. You're too tired to keep me pinned. Now, I could shove you off, throw you around, and fuck you like the dirty pig that you are, or... you could lower that tight little Demacian ass of yours onto my cock and do it yourself. I mean, why should I have to do all the work?" Qiyana scorned, her tone dripping with disdain, and yet, she still came across as somewhat persuasive to the fencer. "You know you want my dick. You want it bad. You've been staring at it ever since I got to lane. Well, it's here. Waiting for you. Submit to me. Show me how badly you wanna be my little anal slut. Show me that I own you."

Fiora beet red face trembled, a sign of her surrender as she slowly lowered her hips down until the head of Qiyana's member poked and prodded at her tight puckered hole. She grunted as she impaled herself on her opponent's dick, feeling the Empress' five inches slip inside with little resistance. Qiyana's cock might not have been particularly large, but, even still, it felt large. Regardless, the Demacian did as she was told, steadily riding the prone woman's cock, bouncing herself up and down on it rhythmically as her breasts and cock jiggled in concert. Truth be told, she felt ashamed that her endurance had proved to be so flimsy, and this, in her own mind, was her punishment. The Empress had outlasted her, and, for such a feat, she had **** other than to submit to her.

"Look at you." Qiyana grunted, moaning as her cock routinely filled the Duelist's tight passageway. "Riding me like a true breeding sow. I wonder, are all Demacian women this submissive?"

"Mmph!" Fiora moaned.

"I can't say I blame you, though. Foreigners just can't resist superior Ixtali cock."

Fiora failed to so much as utter a single word in response. Instead, she eagerly rocked herself atop the smaller woman's cock, her own member, though entirely untouched and neglected, twitching with excitement as she approached her orgasm. Qiyana sat up slightly, reaching her arms around the Duelist's waist to possessively grab hold of her ass. She **** the Demacian to increase the speed of her riding, gripping her ass cheeks roughly as she propelled her up and down.

It was far too much for Fiora to handle. She moaned ecstatically, her cock pulsing as she released ropes of cum into the air. Due to the nature of Fiora's current predicament, her orgasm was entirely... unconfined. Her girlcum shot wildly around like a machine gun being shot from the hip. A splash landed upon Qiyana's breasts and upper neck, but most of it merely careened off harmlessly to the ground around the two women.

Qiyana was undisturbed by her opponent's cum landing on her. If anything, it only confirmed her victory once and for all. Having truly dominated the girl and claimed her as her own personal cock cleaner, the Empress allowed her mental inhibitors to fall, and within only moments she found herself cumming profusely inside the Demacian's asshole. Her cum flowed downwards, leaking onto her own cock, covering herself in the essence of victory. She smiled wide and sighed, feeling complete bliss from her physical achievement.

"Hey, don't pass out on me yet." She jeered, giving Fiora's tit a gentle slap to rouse her. "My cock still needs cleaning."